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The Tower: Happily Ever After - 28

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3088

Warnings: Smut (MFF bisexual threesome, BDSM, Sub/Dom, size kink, double penetration, oral sex, face fucking, facial, vaginal sex, anal sex, bondage, spanking, clamps, vibrators, vaginal fisting, minor lactation).

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children. Yet things aren’t perfect. Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 28: Natasha and Steve’s Prize

I knelt on the floor of Natasha’s dungeon, my knees aching from the cold marble floor. I’d cashed in my prize for completely Natasha and Steve’s challenge and they’d set aside time for me without the babies to take me well and truly apart. I hadn’t even seen them yet, and I was already aching, both in pain and need.

They’d asked me to dress sweetly for them and I’d put on a white lace bra and panties with white stockings and black Mary Jane’s. I’d done my makeup with doe eyes and put my hair in soft curls. Then I’d come out and knelt as they’d instructed - and I waited.

I don’t know how long I waited there. My knees were screaming at me by the time Natasha’s heels came clicking over the floor. I kept my eyes lowered. I was still new to this level of play, but I knew that I couldn’t look up until I was told.

“Look at her,” Natasha cooed. “What an obedient little slut.”

I shivered a little, my already soaking cunt dripping more for them. She stepped in front of me and ran the back of her fingers along my cheek and under my chin. “Head up, Mishka,” she said.

I looked up at her. She was in a black corset this time. It was laced tightly, enhancing her hourglass figure, her tits were practically spilling out of the top of it. Her black fishnet stockings were attached directly to the corset with garter straps, and she was wearing dangerously tall stilettos that made her seem like she was walking en pointe.

Steve stood a little way behind her, watching what was happening. I didn’t look at him, but out of my periphery, I could see he was wearing a black suit.

Natasha locked my collar around my neck and I let out a breath as the heavy weight settled around my neck. “Remember your safe words?”

“Yes, Natalia,” I said. “Red for stop, orange to back off, green for fine.”

I want you to remember this one too. She held out her hand and formed a fist and released it three times. “If your mouth is full or for some reason, you can’t speak, that’s what you need to do.”

“Yes, Natalia,” I said.

“Good, girl. Your sir has something for you,” she said, stepping back. “That’s who he is in here, Elise. Don’t forget. Now hold out your arms.”

I did as I was told and Steve approached me. He attached a padded cuff to one wrist and then another. “What do you think, Elly?” He asked.

I looked at them closely. Each was black leather and they had a band of uru decorated in knotwork around them. Engraved on each band was ‘Property of Steve Rogers’.

“I love them,” I said. “They’re beautiful. Thank you, sir.”

“You’re very welcome. Natalia said you’d like them,” he said as he unfastened his pants in front of my face. He wrapped my hair around his hand as he pulled out his cock. “Now open wide.”

I dropped my jaw and stuck out my tongue. Steve pumped his cock so that he was fully hard and then eased it into my mouth. Steve knew my limits. He knew how deep and how hard he could go before I’d gag, and how much he could make me gag before I couldn’t take it anymore. We’d had decades to perfect our technique. Yet here and now, he tested everything. He held me in place as he thrust brutally into my throat. Forcing his cock to the point I was choking on it. My jaw ached from keeping it open. I knew he was testing himself too and somehow that even made it better. He used my mouth like I was a thing. And I loved it. I loved that there was still more we could do. I loved how humiliating it felt to be held there and have my limits pushed by this man I loved. I loved how it made my throat hurt and how drool was starting to dribble out the sides of my mouth. This wasn’t something Steve was doing for himself either - he was doing it for me and that somehow made it even better. Steve whose main kink was seeing the people he loved enjoying sex because he knew all the right buttons to press, was testing what he knew about me and his own limits because he knew this was something I wanted.

My cunt was leaking and my clit throbbed for relief. My eyes were watering as I looked up at him and he started back down at me in deep concentration. I could feel how Steve’s cock began to throb and just when I thought he was going to spill straight down my throat he pulled back and pumped his cock, releasing in hot ribbons all over my face.

I flinched a little as he painted my face with hot cum and he smiled down at me. “Not looking so innocent there anymore, sweetheart,” he teased.

“Thank you, sir,” I said, breathlessly.

Natasha approached and wiped her thumb over my cheek, collecting up some of the mess before pushing it into my mouth. I sucked it off with a hum. “Such a good girl. Did you want a spanking?”

“Yes, please, Natalia,” I said.

“How would you feel if I marked you, Mishka?” she asked. “So that each time you sat down for the rest of the week you felt it? Or would that be too much given that you need to sit for the children? Answer me honestly. Don’t just say what you think I want to hear.”

I thought about it for a moment. I wanted the first one. I really wanted to know what that was like and if I could take it. I wanted to test my limits with her. But with breastfeeding, I didn’t want to worry about being in too much pain and needing to rearrange myself constantly. “No marks, please, Natalia,” I said.

“Good, girl. Thank you for being honest with me,” she said. “Go bend over the bed.”

I crawled over to the bed and bent over it. Natasha moved up behind me and grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, locking my cuffs together. She pulled my panties down to my ankles and walked off, leaving me exposed on the bed.

Steve stepped up behind me and began massaging my ass, bringing the blood to the surface so it would reduce the chance I’d bruise. I hummed happily and relaxed under his touch. Natasha returned and as Steve continued to rub my ass, she slipped her hands between my legs and toyed with my clit.

“You are so wet, Elise,” she teased. “You liked being treated like a little slut, don’t you? Letting us use and abuse you like this?”

“Yes, Natalia,” I replied. “I’m yours.”

“I know you are,” she hummed and caressed her hand down my back tenderly. “I’m about to do something that’s on your list. It’s going to hurt a lot.”

I nodded in understanding and she spread my vulva and pinched my clit between her fingers, she rubbed it between her fingertips and tugged on it, sending a jolt through me. My moan was quickly cut off as she clipped a clamp onto the tiny bud. I cried out in pain at the sharp sting that made my cunt feel like it was on fire and my legs feel weak. Tears pricked my eyes and I buried my face in the mattress.

“Color, Elise?” Natasha said.

I took a second to think about it, my clit was throbbing and I wanted nothing more than to get the clamp off it, but I also wanted to try this properly. I wanted to try the pain out and see how it affected the pleasure. “Green,” I whimpered. “But can I change my mind later?”

“Of course, Mishka. You’re in charge,” she said.

While I knew that was the case, that this was a game where I submitted to them and the pain and pleasure they were causing me, but I was the one that decided what I could and couldn’t take, and hearing that reiterated made me realize I could push myself to figure out all the things I wanted and enjoyed and also the things I hated.

Natasha picked up a leather strap with a handle and Steve took his hands away. The cool leather strap came down on both my ass cheeks, right in the middle. I cried out at the sudden sting and then heat through my ass. She caressed my cheeks again, soothing the burn, and then repeated the process, hitting slightly above where she hit before. Three more times she struck me. Each in a different place on my ass, each strike making the pain bloom out through me. That paired with my now throbbing clit and tears were now running down my cheeks.

“What a good girl,” Natasha said as she climbed up in front of me. She sat down with her legs bent and spread so my head was facing her cunt. For the first time, I noticed that her panties were crotchless and I had a complete view of her pussy spread out in front of me. “Now, you’re going to make me come while Steve fucks you. If you come before I do, you’re going to be punished.”

I nodded and she scooted her ass down and pushed her cunt up into my face. I began to suck greedily and unfocused on her cunt. She let me take her time, watching me closely as I sloppily sucked on her folds and pushed my tongue inside her. Steve moved around behind me and I wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing until the buzz of a vibrator filled the room and the wide head pushed against the entrance to my cunt.

The toy was huge. Bigger than Thor was. Bigger than taking Steve and Bucky at the same time. He’d lubed it well, but even still the stretch and burn as he pushed the toy inside me was intense. I mewled and stopped everything, just trying to relax and take the toy. Natasha pulled my hair hard so I was looking up at her. “Pay attention to what you’re doing.”

“Sorry, Natalia,” I whimpered and she pushed my head back into her cunt. I sucked her clit into my mouth and began nibbling it with my lips.

Meanwhile, Steve had pushed the head of his lube-slicked cock against my ass. I braced my knees on the end of the bed and he began to sink in.

I felt fuller and more stretched than I ever had and the thick vibrator buzzing inside me was doing something strange to the way the clamp on my clit felt. There was pain and pleasure all at once and as it swirled inside me making my fight or flight instincts go haywire, I could feel myself sinking into a pleasant fog.

I kept working my mouth on Natasha’s clit, pressing it between my lips and flicking my tongue over it. Natasha rolled her hips against my face and behind me, Steve started to fuck my ass. He pounded into me, bottoming out with each thrust, pushing the toy in deeper each time he pushed forward.

The sounds of our moans got louder and louder, but to me, they were white noise. All I was was the pleasure and the pain that was surging through me.

I couldn’t move my arms and I was worried that I was going to come before Natasha did and I’d be punished. I wanted to be good. I wanted to give them what they wanted so that they’d reward me. I clenched around Steve and the toy inside me trying to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to break. I whimpered as I sucked on Natasha’s clit, tugging it between my lips and using my tongue to fuck her with.

Natasha moaned and with a jerk and shudder she came on my face. I moaned and collapsed in front of her, tears running down my cheeks as I gave myself into the orgasm that was teetering ready to crash down on me. Steve started thrusting harder and deeper into me, each pump of his hips sending shockwaves through me, and with a loud, throat-rending cry, I came, squirting out on him.

He groaned and gripped my hips as his hips stuttered and with a groan he thrust forward and came, pumping into my ass.

I sagged on the bed as Steve pulled out and removed the vibrator. “Good girl,” he praised. “You’re being so good for us.”

He unhooked the cuffs and lifted me, lying me on my back in the middle of the bed.

“How are you doing, Elise?” Natasha asked. “There’s one more thing I’d like to try.”

“I’m good. Green,” I hummed softly.

Steve pushed my arms up over my head and clipped them to the bed before putting a pillow under my hips. He added some lube to his finger and began massaging the area around my clit and the little bit of it exposed on the other side of the clamp. I moaned and shuddered under his touch. “Like this?” he asked.

She nodded as she grabbed the lube and began lubing up her whole hand. “Just like that. Keep going for a little while before you take it off,” she looked at me. “It’s going to hurt coming off too.”

Her lube-slicked hand joined Steve's and began to massage my perineum and folds. I was still soaking wet, and getting wetter still, but I was swollen from a mixture of multiple orgasms and the pounding I’d taken.

Steve unclipped the clamp as Natasha sunk two fingers inside me and I cried out and bucked up widely against her as blood suddenly rushed to the little bundle of nerves. “Fuck!”

“Shhh… it’s okay. Try and relax,” Natasha soothed as she kneaded and massaged the walls of my cunt, twisting her wrist and spreading her fingers. Steve began kissing my neck and massaging my breasts and I began relaxing into the touch, sinking into the soft fuzzy space again.

She spread her fingers and added a third finger. Even three of her fingers weren’t even close to being as thick as Steve’s cock, and nothing compared to the vibrator they’d just used on me.

I relaxed and began rocking my hips with her hand and she rubbed her thumb over my clit. I hissed at the sensation of mixed pain and pleasure and she eased up and went back to fucking me with her fingers.

She added more lube, it ran down her wrist mixed with my own fluids. Her fingers curled in together and she added a fourth finger. I cried out and clenched around them, but she patiently moved the four fingers inside me, my cunt stretching to fit her. Steve pulled the cup of my bra down and pulled my nipple into his mouth. I could feel the draw of the milk and moaned, letting my head roll back.

Natasha's thumb gently stroked my aching clit as her fingers pumped in and out of my pussy making graphically wet sounds. She curled them and twisted them inside me and I just wanted more. I wanted everything she had to give me.

She pulled her hand out and I whined at the sudden empty feeling I had.

“Shh, Mishka. It’s coming,” she said as she added more lube to her hand. She tucked her thumb between her fingers and pushed her fingers back into my cunt. I cried out as her knuckles stretched me beyond breaking and then with almost no effort her whole fist disappeared inside me. I gasped in surprise and jerked at my bonds, part of me wanting to feel how our bodies were connected.

“Color, El?” She asked.

“Green. Oh god, Tasha, Tasha, please,” I babbled, no longer even able to pretend that she was anything else other than my Tasha.

“It’s okay, my love,” she soothed. “We’re only going to make you feel good.”

Steve hummed and suckled on my breast and his hand joined Natasha’s at my cunt, rubbing my clit as Natasha began to pump her fist in and out inside me. She wiggled her fingers as she fucked me with her whole hand, faster and faster until I didn’t know where the edges of my body were anymore. I screamed out, my voice cracking and going hoarse as every muscle tightened at once, as my orgasm crashed through me. It seemed to go on forever as I thrashed against my bonds.

As it finally started to abate and I was beginning to wonder if you could actually die from coming too hard, Natasha’s hand slid out of me. Steve pulled back and quickly unshackled me and I went completely limp, panting on the bed in a puddle of my fluids.

“There you go,” Natasha soothed, caressing my legs. “That was amazing, Mishka, you did so well. How do you feel?”

I started to cry. Not because I was sad, and I could see that my tears startled and concerned them, but I was so happy and so completely and utterly spent that my body could no longer contain the emotion.

“It’s okay,” Steve said, cradling my body against his. “We’ve got you.”

“I’m okay,” I assured him. “I love you. I love you both so much. Thank you. Thank you for doing this with me.”

“Oh, my darling,” Natasha said, nosing my cheek. “It was my pleasure.”

I kissed her deeply and relaxed in Steve’s arms. When Natasha pulled back she looked at me. “How about a nice bath, my darling? Steve can take you and I’ll come along in a moment with some cold water for you.”

“Thank you, Tasha,” I whispered.

Steve picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. “Thank you, Steve. I love you so much. I love that you try these things with me. I know they’re not exactly what you’re into.”

“Sweetheart,” he said. “Seeing you give yourself to us and enjoy yourself the way you just did is exactly what I’m into.”

I smiled and kissed his cheek. “I’m going to cuddle you all day.”

He chuckled and held me closer to his chest. “I’m also very into that.”

// NEXT

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What Is Hill-Descent Control? How This “Downhill Cruise Control” Works

Imagine yourself perched atop a steep, snowy hill. If you’re rocking snow pants and a parka, and there’s a sled beneath your snow-insulated cheeks, you want to slide down that slope with as much speed and as little friction as possible. It’ll be fun!

As fun as that might be, if you find yourself atop a hill in an SUV packed with three rows of beloved family members, you’ll likely have a different goal in mind. A slow, safe, controlled descent is what we’re after, which can be rather tricky and unnerving to accomplish with brake-pedal modulation alone. Hence, hill-descent control.

How Does Hill-Descent Control Work?

Land Rover introduced hill-descent control on the compact first-gen Freelander, which reached American dealers in late 2002. The Freelander didn’t have the low-range gears that aided low-speed descent in more conventional Land Rovers (and Jeeps, Land Cruisers, etc.).

That system and all those that have followed operate in the same basic manner. Once the driver has activated hill-descent control and chosen a maximum speed, the vehicle draws on its traction-control and anti-lock braking systems to minimize tire slip and ease you down the slope. The driver need not touch the gas or brake pedals, and can therefore concentrate on steering around potential hazards that lay ahead. The ABS pulses cause the tires to skid slightly over a given terrain, often building up little piles of dirt, scree, or similar materials in front of the wheels; these small “obstacles” can provide further assistance in, uh, controlling a hill descent.

Unlike cruise control, hill-descent control only operates at a low range of speeds and offers finer adjustments. Some systems limit usage to under 5 mph and offer minute speed adjustments to the tenth. Hill-descent control is marketed using that exact phrase across most automakers, though there are some exceptions. More than 20 years after its development, it has become a staple of the modern SUV.

SUVs With Hill-Descent Control

These vehicles offer hill-descent control as standard or optional equipment.

Alfa Romeo (Stelvio)

Aston Martin (DBX)

Audi (A4 Allroad, A6 Allroad, E-Tron, Q3, Q5, Q7, Q8)

Bentley (Bentayga)

BMW (X1, X2, X3, X4, X5, X6, X7)

Chevrolet (Colorado, Tahoe, Silverado, Suburban)

Ford (Explorer, Expedition, F-150, Super Duty)

Genesis (GV80)

GMC (Sierra, Yukon/XL)

Hyundai (Kona, Tucson, Santa Fe, Palisade; labeled as Downhill Brake Control)

Jaguar (E-Pace, F-Pace, I-Pace; labeled as All-Surface Progress Control*)

Jeep (Renegade, Compass, Cherokee, Grand Cherokee, Wrangler, Gladiator)

Kia (Seltos, Sportage, Telluride; labeled as Downhill Brake Control)

Lamborghini (Urus)

Land Rover (Defender, Discover, Discovery Sport, Range Rover Evoque, Range Rover Velar, Range Rover Sport, Range Rover; labeled as All-Terrain Progress Control*)

Lexus (GX, LX; as part of Crawl Control*)

Lincoln (Aviator, Navigator)

Maserati (Levante)

Mercedes-Benz (GLS-Class, GLE-Class, GLC-Class, GLB-Class; labeled Downhill Speed Regulation)

Nissan (Frontier, Pathfinder, Titan)

Porsche (Cayenne; labeled Porsche Hill Control)

RAM (1500, 2500, 3500)

Rolls-Royce (Cullinan)

Subaru (Ascent, Crosstrek, Forester, Outback)

Toyota (4Runner, Highlander, RAV4)

Volkswagen (Atlas, Atlas Cross Sport, Tiguan; labeled as Hill Descent Assist)

Volvo (XC40, XC60, XC90, V60 Cross Country, V90 Cross Country) *These systems also manage speed on level and uphill grades.

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What Is Hill-Descent Control? How This “Downhill Cruise Control” Works

How Does Hill-Descent Control Work?

SUVs With Hill-Descent Control

These vehicles offer hill-descent control as standard or optional equipment.

Alfa Romeo (Stelvio)

Aston Martin (DBX)

Audi (A4 Allroad, A6 Allroad, E-Tron, Q3, Q5, Q7, Q8)

Bentley (Bentayga)

BMW (X1, X2, X3, X4, X5, X6, X7)

Chevrolet (Colorado, Tahoe, Silverado, Suburban)

Ford (Explorer, Expedition, F-150, Super Duty)

Genesis (GV80)

GMC (Sierra, Yukon/XL)

Hyundai (Kona, Tucson, Santa Fe, Palisade; labeled as Downhill Brake Control)

Jaguar (E-Pace, F-Pace, I-Pace; labeled as All-Surface Progress Control*)

Jeep (Renegade, Compass, Cherokee, Grand Cherokee, Wrangler, Gladiator)

Kia (Seltos, Sportage, Telluride; labeled as Downhill Brake Control)

Lamborghini (Urus)

Land Rover (Defender, Discover, Discovery Sport, Range Rover Evoque, Range Rover Velar, Range Rover Sport, Range Rover; labeled as All-Terrain Progress Control*)

Lexus (GX, LX; as part of Crawl Control*)

Lincoln (Aviator, Navigator)

Maserati (Levante)

Mercedes-Benz (GLS-Class, GLE-Class, GLC-Class, GLB-Class; labeled Downhill Speed Regulation)

Nissan (Frontier, Pathfinder, Titan)

Porsche (Cayenne; labeled Porsche Hill Control)

RAM (1500, 2500, 3500)

Rolls-Royce (Cullinan)

Subaru (Ascent, Crosstrek, Forester, Outback)

Toyota (4Runner, Highlander, RAV4)

Volkswagen (Atlas, Atlas Cross Sport, Tiguan; labeled as Hill Descent Assist)

Volvo (XC40, XC60, XC90, V60 Cross Country, V90 Cross Country) *These systems also manage speed on level and uphill grades.

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What Is Hill-Descent Control? How This “Downhill Cruise Control” Works

How Does Hill-Descent Control Work?

SUVs With Hill-Descent Control

These vehicles offer hill-descent control as standard or optional equipment.

Alfa Romeo (Stelvio)

Aston Martin (DBX)

Audi (A4 Allroad, A6 Allroad, E-Tron, Q3, Q5, Q7, Q8)

Bentley (Bentayga)

BMW (X1, X2, X3, X4, X5, X6, X7)

Chevrolet (Colorado, Tahoe, Silverado, Suburban)

Ford (Explorer, Expedition, F-150, Super Duty)

Genesis (GV80)

GMC (Sierra, Yukon/XL)

Hyundai (Kona, Tucson, Santa Fe, Palisade; labeled as Downhill Brake Control)

Jaguar (E-Pace, F-Pace, I-Pace; labeled as All-Surface Progress Control*)

Jeep (Renegade, Compass, Cherokee, Grand Cherokee, Wrangler, Gladiator)

Kia (Seltos, Sportage, Telluride; labeled as Downhill Brake Control)

Lamborghini (Urus)

Land Rover (Defender, Discover, Discovery Sport, Range Rover Evoque, Range Rover Velar, Range Rover Sport, Range Rover; labeled as All-Terrain Progress Control*)

Lexus (GX, LX; as part of Crawl Control*)

Lincoln (Aviator, Navigator)

Maserati (Levante)

Mercedes-Benz (GLS-Class, GLE-Class, GLC-Class, GLB-Class; labeled Downhill Speed Regulation)

Nissan (Frontier, Pathfinder, Titan)

Porsche (Cayenne; labeled Porsche Hill Control)

RAM (1500, 2500, 3500)

Rolls-Royce (Cullinan)

Subaru (Ascent, Crosstrek, Forester, Outback)

Toyota (4Runner, Highlander, RAV4)

Volkswagen (Atlas, Atlas Cross Sport, Tiguan; labeled as Hill Descent Assist)

Volvo (XC40, XC60, XC90, V60 Cross Country, V90 Cross Country) *These systems also manage speed on level and uphill grades.

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Uru-Can, the Obscure Form of Martial Arts Created by the Brazilian Army

This article originally appeared on VICE Brazil.

Master Leonardo Martins Correia stands on the tatami mat and stares straight at his students. Despite the heat, he wears a camouflaged kimono and thick black pants. On his chest, close to his heart, he sports a patch of the Brazilian flag. On his right arm is another patch that depicts two snakes facing each other, ready to attack. Almost like a military trainer, Correia barks,

"Ready!"

Roughly ten students answer with a yell that can't be replicated in words, and proceed to place their closed fists in front of their waists. Their feet are apart in parallel position. Their knees are semi-locked. In less than five seconds, the salutation continues:

"Attention!" Correia says, as he raises his right fist to his, now open, left hand and closes his legs; a soldier saluting. The class mimics the move.

"Salute!" he cries.

"Brazil!" respond the students.

"Above!" "Everything!"

The nationalist pride and military apparel come naturally. Uru-Can is 100 percent Brazilian, created by Paulo César da Silva Lopes, a black, evangelical officer in the military ranks of 1970s Rio de Janeiro.

Lopes served in the Parachute Infantry Brigade, which was stationed in the military quarters of Rio. During his time there, he thought the modalities of martial arts that were being taught weren't good enough for the officers, who needed to learn techniques that could be used in real combat. Along with three other armed force members, Lopes mixed and refined techniques used in Karate, Taekwondo, Kung Fu, Judo, and Jiu-Jitsu. He also integrated self-defense training, nunchucks, knives, and rifles. Free of the restraints and rules of most competitions, the new martial art had only one mission: Lethality.

But because there wasn't a real commercial vision behind Uru-Can, it took almost ten years for the name to get established. Initially, it was called "Paulo Associação de Lutas Brasileiras," then "Karate Brazil." The definite name came only in 1983: Uru-Can Brazil — a name that represents the alliance of two breeds of snakes unique to Brazil, Urutu and Caninana.

Paulo César da Silva Lopes, the creator of Uru-Can. Photo via his personal archive

The plan was to teach the technique in different military quarters throughout Brazil, but that didn't quite work out. So Lopes took his created technique beyond the borders of the military. After his death in 2003, the martial art started to get passed down by his former pupils. Today, it's mainly taught in the suburban outskirts of Rio.

The lesson we shadowed took place in Pedra de Guaratiba, a neighborhood in the far end of western Rio. The place is so far from the touristic southern parts of the city that it even exudes a curious geographical pride to the visitors who actually manage to get there. The area feels like a small town, you can gauge the geographic distance by the way people there speak, in significantly different accents.

The demo took place at Val Fitness, which feels more like a nightclub than it does a gym. Since the instructor, the 42-year-old Geraldo dos Santos, hasn't been able to put together a full class yet, he invited fighters from other units located in areas such as Sepetiba, Campo Grande, and Santa Cruz, to join the event. Correia, 39-years-old, was among the people invited. He learned Uru-Can techniques from Lopes himself: "I started fighting when I was 8-years-old, but I only met the master when I was 16. By 18, I was teaching with him in the army."

Leonardo Correia lands a hit to one of his students.

Correia led most of the lesson and the demonstrations. While the students were warming up and practicing a 180-degree spinning kick, the instructor recapped some of Uru-Can's principles out loud: "On the streets, never fall restrained. Restraint is for tournament. You must finish as soon as possible."

Meanwhile, dos Santos explained to me some specific things about Uru-Can: "When you're down, there's no way to roll. I'm not forced to defeat my opponent by following the rules. I throw my opponent down and finish him off anyway I can. It doesn't matter how—wringing or breaking his neck [is fine]. You have to wipe them out anyway you can." He proceeds by making sure he emphasizes the peaceful nature of the martial art. Given that we're mere mortals, extreme reactions must be used only as last resorts.

"We must be ready to fight against more than one person," Correia declares loudly. The students execute a sequence of jabs, throw a right hook, followed by a spinning kick. Some are able to kick so hard that, even with protective gear, the person getting kicked backs off due to the force used. "We're training on the tatami here, but Uru-Can is about the actual ground. The first thing the trainees learn is how to fall down and roll away."

The art also features teachings with knifes and rifles.

Much like Karate has katas, which are patterns of movements that hone a person's skills, Uru-Can also has its own formulas which are called the seven fundamental basics. They weren't included in the demonstrations, but Correia explained to me what each one was about:

Candle: You stand still, like a candle.

Dog: You sit like a dog, with your legs slightly open.

Horse rider base: You stand as if you were riding a horse.

Scorpion: One leg is flexed while the other is straight, and the back leg mimics the tail of a scorpion.

Praying mantis: This move is similar to the Kung Fu technique.

Cat: Move like a feline getting ready to pounce and lurks to attack.

Snake: Move sideways and turn forward, as a coiled snake does before it attacks.

Because Uru-Can was made for the real world, its lessons also integrate potential instances of conflict. One example of a feigned situation is a bar fight. On the tatami, the students put two white plastic chairs (they couldn't find a table) facing each other — a position also known at the MoMa as the Marina Abramović.

One of the chairs is occupied by Wesley de Souza, a 24-year-old trainee. On another chair sits Correia. They face one another, trying to look serious and having a difficult time holding back their laughter. "Your father is a wimp!" teases Souza.

It's a performance, fortunately with more action now. Correia stands up to attack, pushes the imaginary table away, and punches the opponent's face with his right hand. De Souza defends himself and also uses his right hand to catch Correia's fist in order to pull him closer and, at the same time, to clear enough space to punch Correia with his left hand. Then he forces the instructor's arms down and elbows him on the back just below his neck. All of this is staged, of course.

Dos Santos, in military attire, participates in a fight.

At that point, dos Santos needed to leave to go teach a fight/dance lesson—called Uru-Can Fight Dance—which he created. "I mixed it up: I took the art and put it into a playful aerobic style. For instance, I work on movements and exercises that flex the hips and extend the knees, but they're actually all frontal kicks."

Down on the tatami, Correia was getting ready to finish the lesson. Earlier, he'd told me that there were approximately 500 people throughout Brazil who practiced Uru-Can and that his goal was to promote the martial art as much as possible, which would fulfill the wishes of his master Lopes. "I only hope that when people talk about martial arts, like Karate or Krav Maga, that they mention Uru-Can too. That's all. But unfortunately our politicians don't value what we do very much. We have a lot to fight for, and I'm proud to fight," he said.

During his last speech, he thanked us for the coverage, thanked the students for coming, and thanked God. He concluded the lesson as he'd started it:

"Salute!" he cried.

"Brazil!" the students shouted in response.

"Above!"

"Everything!"

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