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The arena was a cool and humid environment. The stage floated on a pool designed to mimic a lagoon with a waterfall a few yards west of it. Because the stage was floating, it easily bobbed to the slightest shift in weight. The contestants had to swim out to the stage, which that alone had been an eliminator for some of those hydrophobic fighters who were either terrified or couldn’t swim to save their skins. It was a shame for they might had actually stood a chance in the cup, but tournaments were rather ruthless when they chose what society deemed was the best fighter.

The first opponent swam out to the floating stage, grinning as he stroked his arms through the water and paddled with his feet. When he grasped the edge of the platform, his amber eyes widened a little in surprise when he saw it dip toward him, the other end rising so high it blotted out the stadium lights.

[color=A06B2F][i]This is going to be a tricky one,[/i][/color] he mused.

Carefully, keeping his body low and flat against the tilted platform he pulled himself up and out of the water and log rolled onto it. The other end dropped, sending waves rolling back toward the docks. The young man remained flat on his back until the stage stopped bobbing before he raised his legs, twisting them into a windmill. Turning on his shoulders and leaning to his forearms, he pushed off of them, springing to his feet. With an enthusiastic grin, he hopped around on the balls of his feet, throwing a few air punches and kicks.

[color=A06B2F][b]“Rah! I am so pumped to get this started. Bring out my opponent already!”[/b][/color] the man roared. His name was Bai Long; The Tiger of China. It was noted by the black tiger stripe tattoos that covered his body. His eyes were also a hazel-gold like the jungle lord, his canines slightly pointed.

His opponent approached the stage as a magenta blur in the water. He watched as hands grasped the edge of the stage and widened his stance so as not to be jarred by the shift in the platform. His weight alone seemed heavy enough to keep it from tipping too much. What rose out of the water, he didn’t know whether was his opponent or one of the ring models. She was wearing a magenta one piece that shimmered wetly and clung to her curves leaving little to the imagination. Her long, auburn hair covered her face like a curtain before she brushed it back with her fingers, revealing the beautiful face that was veiled behind it.

Bai’s mouth fell open in silent awe, his cheeks flushing a little at the beauty who sat like a mermaid at the edge of the stage. She hid her eyes behind a purple masquerade mask, but through the eye holes he could see the glint of blue. The woman known simply as “Velvet” in the competition whined quietly to herself.

[color=ec008c][b]“Oh my; no one said I would be gettink’ wet so soon,”[/b][/color] she muttered. She grasped her breasts, rubbing them in her hands, which to Bai looked like she was trying to excite herself when really she was warming up for the match. Her contender clapped a hand against his face to hide the trickle of blood that started to descend from his nostrils.

Velvet glanced over at him, pausing as though she were just finally taking notice of him.

[color=ec008c][b]“Oh! Did I keep you waitink’?”[/b][/color] she asked. She released her breasts, letting them bounce heavily back into place before she rolled onto her stomach. Bai’s eyes grew larger when he noticed her leotard did nothing to hide the glittering swells of her creamy backside. The four stars that would have been on her right cheek were hidden with some waterproof foundation. She rose onto her hands and knees and the jumbotron zoomed in on her backside for all the fan service in the audience.

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Standing to her feet, Velvet brushed her wet mane behind her shoulders and approached her opponent with a rocking sashay of her hips.

[color=A06B2F][b]“A-are you my opponent?”[/b][/color] Bai asked, wondering if this was a joke.

Velvet stopped two arm lengths away from him as her pink, bowed lips quirked into a smirk.

[color=ec008c][b]“Да. You can call me Velvet, and what should I call loser?”[/b][/color]

Bai’s brows immediately crashed together. All enchantment he had been suffering was undone when she had called him a loser. Wiping the remnants of blood away with the back of his wrapped hand, he lowered it and growled, [color=A06B2F][b]“I am Bai Long! The Tiger of the East! The Tiger of China; and you best remember that for I will be the winner of this competition.”[/b][/color]

[color=ec008c][b]“Oh?”[/b][/color] said Velvet, pretending to be intrigued as she perked a fine brow.

[b]“Fighters, get ready for Round One!”[/b] came the announcer.

Bai extended his fist and Velvet reached out to tap her fist against his own.

[b]“Begin!”[/b]

With a fighter’s cry, Bai thrust out his right palm for Velvet’s chest and for a brief second, he felt his heart skip when she didn’t even try to dodge. His eyes swelled in shock when his palm met with her massive boob, feeling it sink pleasantly against the warm flesh. For a moment, he felt his guard drop just to savor the elation. He had to be the luckiest guy on earth to touch the chest of such a lovely woman. Suddenly, her breast instantly firmed up and like rubber, he was repelled. A strange force shot through his palm and slammed into the rest of his body. Bai gasped as he staggered back two steps. Velvet stayed on top of him. She stepped toward him while he was trying to regain his balance and folded over, whipping her hip toward his crotch. Her hip struck him in his happy place.

[color=A06B2F][b]“Agh!”[/b][/color] Bai cried as his hands naturally went to cup his tenders. As he bent over he saw cleavage rushing toward his face. He thought at first that his face was about to be embraced by magnificent pillows, but the ki concentrated in them made them feel like a mallet. Bai’s head snapped back, his eyes rolling briefly back into his head from the stun. He started falling toward his back and he managed to pull himself back into focus mid-plummet. Gazing up, he saw two spread legs and a gorgeous butt descending toward him. It blotted out the arena lights and left a shadow on his face. The voice he heard was distant like a dream.

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The cheeks suddenly sparked on fire, and Bai couldn’t help but laugh. He knew it was over. Velvet’s ass met his face with so much force the entire platform went underwater. A tower of water rose into the air where the stage once was and as the tower receded, the floating platform popped back up with only Velvet sprawled across it. She was lying flat on her stomach, trying to increase her surface area so that the bobbing and jostling of the stage wouldn’t throw her off. Floating face down in the water in a dead man’s float was the tiger himself.

[h1]KO![/h1]

Lifeguards dove into the water to retrieve the defeated fighter as the crowd cheered. Velvet sprang to her feet and raised her fists in victory. There were several camera flashes winking from the audience mostly to capture Velvet’s bouncing breasts as she hopped up and down in victory. Whether she won or lost, she was going to have fans looking forward to her glorious matches.

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The fryers were smoking at a small Mom & Pop Restaurant in Rio. It wasn’t a touristic attraction, but those who knew of Mamãe’s were few. The restaurant had a straw roof and brick walls that had random graffiti sprayed all over them. Inside, there were stools for the bar and long rectangular wooden tables. Seated at one of the tables was a lone little boy and a feast. With a big spoon, he scooped up coconut rice and beef to cram into his mouth before stuffing it even fuller with a crispy flatbread pastéis. The boy’s cheeks were round like balloons as he tried to chew all the food. It was just so delicious that he almost cried—especially after so many days of travel. It hadn’t been his first serving. Actually, the multiple plates stacked on the table said that it had between 9 or 10. There were a few steel fans spinning trying to keep the restaurant cool, but only succeeded in blowing the heat from the ovens around. The smell of coals and barbecue was an aroma that permeated the air and was what had lured Little Gideon to the restaurant.

After managing to swallow down his food, Little Gideon raised his spoon and waved it around happily. [color=CA2C27][b]“Mama! Can I have some more?”[/b][/color]

“[i]Garoto[/i] (boy), don’t you think you had enough?” Mama called back. She was a big woman with brown skin and long, braided hair. She wore a dress with a white top and floral skirts.

Little Gideon glanced down at his round belly with a blank expression. His hoodie was rising over it and he merely tugged it back down before giving Mama his best impression of innocents. His gray eyes glimmered as though ready to spill with tears.

Mama sighed in defeat. “You are a growing boy. My husband will be mad at me for cooking so much for you. I will cook you one more plate.”

[color=CA2C27][b]“Yes!”[/b][/color] Little Gideon cheered before he went back to snacking on rolls. There was a small box television set that was broadcasting the Brazilian Fighting Cup. As much as he found the competition to be exciting, he knew it wouldn’t have been a good idea to participate. Not only would he have revealed his location, but his enemies would never stop coming. It had bad news written all over it. There was a certain match the caught his attention. He tossed a coxinhas ball in his mouth, munching happily on the cheese and chicken that melted on his tongue. It was mid-swallow when he watched a masked, magenta-wearing diva uppercut a contender with her boobs that made him suddenly choke. Little Gideon’s hands went to his throat as he started choking on the partially digested snack food. Tears welled in his eyes and grasping desperately for his glass of cane juice, he started chugging it to get the little roll down.

[color=CA2C27][b]“[i]Aaah[/i], I almost died,”[/b][/color] he breathed in relief before he stared in horror back at the television set. The boob lady was here!? Not only that she was competing in the cup and he didn’t know why. Was she looking for him? If she was here, then more than likely The Agency followed her. Little Gideon carefully glanced about the restaurant. So far he had been the only customer, but seeing Boob Lady on TV made him feel extra paranoid.

The flimsy restaurant door swung open as a tall, shirtless dark-skinned man carrying a machete marched in. His eyes immediately fell on the little boy who was seated right by the entrance and his nose wrinkled when he saw the amount of empty plates stacked upon the table. Little Gideon looked up at the frightening man and paled a little as he grasped his hoodie and once again tugged it down over his belly. Grinning sheepishly, he waved up at the man.

“Papa!” Mama greeted.

Little Gideon’s face went even whiter, so [i]this[/i] was Papa. The man looked like a veteran of some horrible war. He pointed his machete at Gideon and gruffly—and from the tone of his voice—[i]angrily[/i]—began spouting in Portuguese:

[i]Why are you feeding this boy so much? Has he paid?[/i]

[i]Papa, calm down please. He was so filthy and thin when I found him. I don’t think he has a family.[/i]

[i]Are you going to take in every stray dog in the street?[/i]

[i]Papa, please…[/i]

[i]He’s a white boy. He must have a rich family somewhere![/i]

Little Gideon had been listening to the exchange despite not understanding a single word. Papa lowered his machete and marched over to stand before him.

“How do you plan on paying for this garoto?” he asked.

[color=CA2C27][i]Oh shit, I haven’t even thought about that,[/i][/color] Gideon thought. He had been so starving that he forgot that food wasn’t free. He had to think of something. [color=CA2C27][b]“Uh, my daddy will be here soon. He’ll pay for me!”[/b][/color]

Papa then turned to Mama, [i]See? Just as I told you. He has a family. Don’t give him anymore food until he pays![/i]

“Your papa better be here to pay or you’ll be washing dishes until your hands fall off,” Papa threatened.

Little Gideon nodded and as soon as the man turned away, his mind spiraled into disaster. [color=CA2C27][i]This is bad.[/i][/color]

Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, the door opened again. The man who entered emitted a powerful ki that rippled throughout the restaurant. Little Gideon looked over at him curiously, trying not to look too surprised. He was convinced that he was an Agent, and he didn’t seem to care who sensed his aura. He was possibly baiting trouble to come his way.

The man had long, silver hair and eyes and he was wearing a black vest with no shirt. His body was lean and solid, but not bulky. Little Gideon suspected that he might have been an agile fighter. His black pants were tactical and were tucked into black combat boots. Their eyes met and Little Gideon hardened the muscles in his face to keep the indifferent look on it. The silver-haired man, Jack Silvermane, stopped a foot from the door to regard the kid.

[color=gray][b]“That’s a lot of plates you got there,”[/b][/color] he noted. [color=gray][b]“’Seems quite a lot for a kid your size.”[/b][/color]

Little Gideon gripped his hoodie nervously.

[color=gray][b]“This must be a good place to eat then,”[/b][/color] Jack deduced as he walked further into the restaurant to find a seat at the bar.

Little Gideon sighed in relief. If he wanted to get out of this mess, then he knew that now was the best time. Sliding out of his chair, he scurried passed the tables to the back kitchen where Mama was making him a plate.

[color=CA2C27][b]“Mama, my Papa is here. Can I get the plate to go?”[/b][/color] he asked.

The kind woman turned to Little Gideon and smiled. “Yes. I will put the food in a box.”

Little Gideon anxiously stood by, waiting for Mama to finish cooking. When she dumped all of his food in the to-go box and handed it to him, he hugged her goodbye, pecked her on the cheek, and got the hell out of there without looking back.

“HEY!” Papa roared as he watched Little Gideon sprint out the door.

“Papa, it’s okay.” Mama pointed at the silver-haired man. “He’s that boy’s Papa.”

Jack’s face instantly went blank. [color=gray][b]“…what?”[/b][/color]

Papa walked over to Jack with his machete on his shoulder and frowned. “I don’t care who you are. I just want my money!”

Jack slid off the stool with his hands raised in surrender. [color=gray][b]“Woah, hey pal, I just got here.”[/b][/color]

“That kid said you’re his father!”

[color=gray][i]What the fuck!?[/i][/color] Jack thought. That little fat kid? [color=gray][b]“Shit!”[/b][/color]

With an enraged growl, Jack whirled and bolted for the door just barely dodging a machete that bit into the doorframe. He darted into the street and looked left and right, trying to deduce where the fat kid had gone. He was pretty quick for being so plump.

Little Gideon held onto his to-go box with one hand and swung his arm with his other to power his sprint. He was panting like a pregnant woman, his hoodie having rolled up his belly and he wasn’t too concerned with pulling it down. He knew he was looking like a fat kid with a lunch box. He had consumed more food than his compact body could handle, and already he was forced to burn it all off. He had actually been hoping to sleep it off.

[color=CA2C27][i]Just my luck![/i][/color] he thought.

[color=gray][b]“You fat little bastard! I’m gonna beat the beef and rice out of you!”[/b][/color] Jack bellowed.

Little Gideon peered over his shoulder at the pursuing Agent and nearly shat his pants. He had caught up to him quick. He couldn’t keep up his sprint. He was either going to faint or vomit from being so full. He had to find a place to hide!

Little Gideon saw a drain tunnel beneath one of the favelas and quickly raced over to it. He dove into it only to plug it up at the waist. Kicking and squirming, he tried to squeeze his way in until he felt hands latch onto his legs.

[color=gray][b]“Oh no you don’t!”[/b][/color] Jack snarled.

Little Gideon slapped his hands against the walls of the tunnel in a poor attempt to resist being dragged out. Jack jerked him free and grabbed the kid, holding him up beneath his arms. He was surprised by how heavy he was, he actually felt himself struggling to hold him.

[color=gray][b]“Holy shit!”[/b][/color] he rasped. [color=gray][b]“You’ve been eating too many burgers kid!”[/b][/color]

Little Gideon kicked and struggled. [color=CA2C27][b]“Help! Child molester! Pedophile! Rapist!”[/b][/color]

He screamed every bad word he could think of, and citizens and tourists all stopped to regard the situation. Jack glanced at all the people who were staring at them and frightfully released Gideon.

[color=gray][b]“No! He’s lying. It’s not what you think!”[/b][/color] Jack pathetically explained. He saw Little Gideon attempt to escape and snagged him by the back of his hood. [color=gray][b]“I’m his father and he’s being a bad kid.”[/b][/color]

“So you [i]are[/i] his father!” came a familiar voice.

Jack paled. He couldn’t believe his luck. Papa had followed him. Really?

“I want my money!”

Little Gideon jerked his hood from Jack’s grip and grabbed his to-go box as he started running down an alley.

[color=gray][b]“You little- Argh! You gotta be fucking kidding me!”[/b][/color] Jack growled and ran after him just to get away from Papa. The comical chase didn’t seem like it was ever going to end.