Bruja versus Trace

 

Electric atmosphere fills the hall, when the women pace over the marmoreal floor of the hall: Trace stepping with upraised head, looking around with a beguiling eye-flashing, Bruja, gimlet-eyed, floating on a sulphurous cloud of smoke.

The first scrapping can be seen in front of the board, when Trace´s admirers fight for the best place nearest to the belle. An impressive wizard surrounded by a diffuse of green light capture the best place on the right side of Trace, hearing the enthusiastic whispering of the viewers:"What a fascinating woman, what elegance!"

While the misty-eyed menfolk dote on Trace, Bruja is surrounded by a group of forceful warriors and spiritual looking thinkers paying deference to the power and spiritedness of the witch.

"Any man with any sense whatsoever knows to stay as far away as possible if women quarrel - there are two things you absolutely want to stay out of - fights between cats and fights between women!", the voice of a well versed spectator can be heard, but jam-packed the observers are forging ahead.

"Madame..." a softspoken voice can be heard, while the greenlighted wizard bows his head for a kiss on Trace hand. But before his lips can touch her tender skin, a sneering laughter resounds.With outstreched arms the witch stands raised in front of the board, a green flash of lightning crosses the hall, banging into Trace´s face.

Screaming with terror, Trace cups her hands on her face which is sprouting with purulent furuncles.While Trace breaks out in apalled tears the greenlighted wizard gently pulls Trace´s hands away, sending his magic light over the admired woman´s face. Adoringly the murmuring spectators see the blains disappear, transmuting into small bugs they crawl over the floor towards the Generalife. "No bug shall ever deface you, my dear!" the wizard says with reverent admiration. While thanking the wizard for his help with her sweetest smile, Trace can hear the sneering voice of Bruja:

"Hey, sweetheart! Are you drowning in your own beauty?" and flipping the pawn to e4 she continues sweetly ,"If you will ever get over from basking in your perfect beauty, my dear..." - Bruja raises her voice - "move your butt and start playing!"

A short plummy cry escapes Trace´s lips as she hears the vulgar word before she raises her hand.Elegantly splaying her fingers she smirks around while moving the pawn to c5, twanging in a shammed cordial voice: "Darling , you are really prettifying every room....." and throwing back her head proudly Trace exclaims," if you leave it!"

Stifling her anger Bruja stands powerfully in front of the board, surrounded by an aura of magic, giving her orders to the pieces.

Trace,basking in all the admration around her, wiping away a strand of hair of her face one time, sending her eye-flashing all around the next time, crossing her legs then, seeing the impassioned looks of all the men around her with satisfaction, nevertheless follows the fight on the board with concentration .It even seems to strengthen the belle, feeling all the adoring glances, coquetting with all the lovesicks around her. Toffee-nosed she sneers at the witch: "Sweetie pie, I´ve noticed, that all flowers lean out of the window, whenever you show up.......", Trace snottily goes on mocking the witch,"...because they´ve to puke."

A melange of laughter and angered voices fills the room when Bruja´s eyes squirt green sparks, the hand upraised high above her head her hair seems to meander like snails while a booming spell can be heard:
" Everyone shall be bewildered by your beauty!"

A flash of fire dashes forward, penetrates the bishop on c6 like a knife, flooding the board with a glistening light. Everybody avertes his eyes, dazzled by the flash.

"Whaaaaaa....", Trace´s cry awakes the bemused spectators.

Petrified with horror, she looks at her bishop, seeing his shining white, bewitched by the flashing light. A metallic laughter fills the hall, when Bruja sees the shocked Trace.

"Come on, my sweet, you didn´t get stunned by your own beauty, did you?" the witch jeers.

Bewildered Trace looks at the board, turning her head in all directions, searching entreatingly for help.

With a superior expression on her face the witch screams:

"You are the exact opposite of yoghurt, darling! Yoghurt has culture inside!"

Convulsing with canine laughter the witch stands upright behind the bord while Trace bends forward more and more, her head short above the mutated piece, when her mascara begins to trickle off. Small black streamlets are dripping down her jowls, dropping over the bishop´s head, flowing over the whole piece, covering it with a close, black film.

"Ha", the belle smiles triumphantly, sitting up again, going on playing while the witch can be heard sniffing: "You stupid sod! Never heard of water proofed mascara?"

Boiling with rage due to the abortive spell Bruja ducks over the board whispering without a break, restlessly moving her fingers. A smirk covers her face when the storm of her spells starts to grasp Trace.

Trying to stop the spell,Trace kicks the witch with all her force, drilling her stiletto heel just into the middle of Bruja´s instep.

A cry of pain clangs just a second before a gale-force wind appears, grabbing Trace, dragging and ripping her hair incessantly.

"Ahhh, ääaaahhhh", the howling of Trace dins, "my hairdo, my wonderful creation!"

Barely noticed by all the agitated people, Trace´s artificial eyelashes are pulled off by the storm, fluttering, they are gripped by the swirls in the air, hurtling accurately towards Bruja´s wide opened, spellcrying mouth. A deep silence falls over the hall, when the wind stops, interrupted by a terrible coughing fit of the witch. Choking, gasping for breath Bruja tries to get rid of the scraping things inside her throat, her eyes filled with tears. Not able to look at the board anymore, squirming and coughing, the witch tries to finish the fight, furiously realising what the score is.

Still upset by the destruction of her hairdo Trace refreshes her make-up looking alternately in her pocket mirror, to the knocked out witch and on the board.Triumphantly she looks at Bruja, knowing, the witch has had her chips. At least Bruja gets rid of the annoying lashes, spitting them on Trace face while simmering with rage and screaming bloody murder: " That nasty bitch was cheating! Under no circumstances will I accept the result of this fight, achieved with caddish tricks!"

The Crimson Queen interrupts:"Calm down, girls and let us have a rematch, but try to play fair". Ignoring this, the green light wizard now applies his talents as hypnotist when the second game starts and the poor witch starts to feel dizzy under the piercing glances. Desperately she approaches one of her fans and removes his sunglasses to cover her own eyes. But it is not enough, the power of the wizard still seduces the witch to perform bad moves. But suddenly, another tumult arises as more supporters of the witch, obviously members of a secret sect, show up. Standing opposite to the wizard they start to pierce him with powerful mental forces and finally negate all his power.