[Episode 162355] [Episode 162355]Inside a private booth, the supervisor of the Cage Fighting Tournament was tapping his fingers atop the head of the blonde woman sucking him off while her twin licked at his nutsack. Four hours... It had been four hours nonstop already... And the one that old man Takato said was Ranma Saotome was still going.
Maybe... he really was the Ranma Saotome...
And if he was... Shit, he was going to practically bankrupt them. Some of the bookies already came up to his private booth, showing them how they’re getting low on excess funds! Ranma had put his cash on a roll on himself. And it just kept doubling with every fight.
The amount that the boy had now was just obscene. The supervisor had made this extension of his Super Grapple Wrestling League to make more money, not lose it!
If this kept up tonight, his business would actually take a hit for once! And the worse part was it would be coming out of HIS pocket! Out of the pockets of the Trident Organization!
“That’s it. The boy must lose,” The Supervisor said seriously. But who? Who did they have that was good enough to face the Urban Legend Ranma Saotome?
It was then the door to the Supervisor’s office opened. “Hey, Tojo,” Came a male voice. “What I miss for tonight?”
“Huh?” Tojo, Sponsor of Underground Tokyo Cage Fight Central, and head of the criminal organization Tridet asked intelligently. He turned to look over his shoulder and smiled. “Well, well. Mr. Movie-Star himself...”
“Hey, I may be a movie star...” The man began. “But I’m still a fighter.”
“I know, I know,” The Supervisor said. “Hard to think of you like that when you have a movie coming out every three months or so. Usually some campy martial arts flick.”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “The martial arts are anything BUT campy.”
“But the scripts for your movies sure are, Fei-Long,” Tojo said seriously. “Honestly, that last one you did, ‘Kung-Fu: Enter the Martial Arts Delivery Race’ was just insane, completely ludicrous.”
“Hey, THAT was based on a true story!” Fei-Long countered.
“Whatever...” Tojo said as he turned back to the one-way window box as cheering was heard. He frowned. Ranma had just finished off another opponent.
“Hey, I thought I did a good job playing the part of ‘Tatewaki Kuno’, fighting off those skilled waitresses and delivery girls as they tried to force me to eat their fattening foods of high cholesterol”" Fei-Long shouted, trying to defend his right to help produce piece-of-crap movies. His eye then twitched as he realized something. “And must you ALWAYS have someone getting you off in one way or another?”
The man’s eye twitched. It wasn’t like these girls could get him off as good as Rei-Lan could. “And I said, whatever,” Tojo growled out, his hands gripping into the hair of his twin sluts. His focus was on what was happening in the cage arena. Damn it! They were losing and this pigtailed bastard was taking all their money!
“Seriously, I will prove that just because I am a highly-qualified actor, does not mean I do not know how to fight!” Fei-Long said. “Put me against someone! Anyone! I’ll fight them here and now.”
Tojo froze a moment as Fei-Long said that, a plan already forming his the back of his mind. Slowly, he turned back to Fei-Long. “You mean it?”
“Yes,” Fei-Long stated
“Anyone?” Tojo went on.
The Honk Kong Martial Artist nodded his head. “Yes.”
“Right now?” Tojo asked, making things perfectly clear.
“I said yes, didn’t I!?” Fei-Long was getting flustered.
The Supervisor of the Underground Tournament and head of Triden just grinned a rather sadistic grin. The kind he had when he was raping beautiful virgin Interpol agents.
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“Winner, once again by Knock-out, Ranma Saotome!” Was the voice of the announcer over the loud-speaker while two medics were removing a man in a pink-gi with a ponytail from the cage.
Ranma ignored the announcer and continued with his kata. It was the most of a workout he’d had all evening. He snorted in disgust at the lack of challenge from the fighters. He was getting paid at least, but this was definitely the last time he participated in a tournament. They were SO boring!
“Ladies and gentleman!” Came the voice of the announcer once more, sounding QUITE excited. “We have a special treat for you tonight. Right off from the set of his latest movie, ‘Four Meatbun-Headed Warriors and a Dragon Whisker’, may I present world-renown actor and Oscar winner, put your hands together for the one, the only, FEI-LONG!!!”
There was hooting, hollering, and women screaming as a guy about Ranma’s size, if a little taller, made his way to the cage. Asian in appearance, but definitely not Japanese. Probably Chinese, or an area around there, like Korea or Hong Kong.
Ranma raised an eyebrow at the man that stepped on the fighting area. At last, someone decent!
“Careful, Ranma!” The old man Takoto shouted from the outside of Ranma’s side of the cage. “It’s Fei-Long. He’s a really tough sonnuvabitch to deal with! He’s one of those Street Fighters!”
The pigtailed martial artist blinked and turned to Takoto. “He’s who?”
“I am, Fei-Long,” The Hong Kong-born martial artist said, having heard Ranma’s comment. “Master of stage and screen, I will show you the power of my Kung-Fu.”
The man then threw his cloak off him and entered the cage. He stretched his muscles a little before getting into a fighting stance; legs far apart and practically bouncing on his toes, one his left arm bent and the open hand near his head while his right arm was held out forward.
Ranma turned to regard Fei-Long and smirked confidently. “I’ve never heard of you, pal. But I definitely look forward to finally breaking a sweat!” He assumed his usual Anything Goes fighting stance, meaning he looked harmless.
Fei-Long nodded at seeing the man ready. “WUUUTAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII!!!!” He shouted as he suddenly leapt, crossing the distance between him and his opponent with his Rekkukyaku; legs spread apart to give maximum aerodynamic height and distance.
Ranma jumped back and out of the way just in the nick of time! Avoiding the kick, the pigtailed martial artist began preparing himself to dodge a little faster than usual. If anything, this guy had some speed!
Landing firmly on his feet, Fei-Long pursued after his pigtailed opponent, using the combo of his Rekkaken!
“Hai!”
A quick hard punch that chased after Ranma.
“Hai!!”
Then came a second punch with the other fist that still chased after the retreating martial artist.
“HIYAH!!!” Fei-Long shouted, his third hit connecting with Ranma’s forearm; the opponent having blocked.
His feet firmly planting into the floor to keep from sliding, Ranma grinned at Fei-Long as he held the other man’s fist at bay. “You’re fast,” He complimented. Fei-Long was definitely on another level from all the other fighters here.
“You’re fast as well,” Fei-Long said in appreciation, managing a smile. Fei-Long suddenly performed a series of black-flips, distancing himself from Ranma as he got into a ready position, his neck circling, making a cracking noise. “Huwaaaahh...”
Ranma made a point of stretching and cracking his knuckles before assuming a stance and advancing on Fei-Long. When he was two feet from him, the pigtailed martial artist sprang forward to deliver a series of quick attacks. He wanted to test his defenses.
Fei-Long’s eyes widened. No way! This guy was quick, TOO QUICK! Vega’s speed with Cammy’s size and agility.
Still, the martial artist moved his arms back and forth blocking hits as best he could. He didn’t want to admit it, but this person might’ve been faster then him!
Fei-Long blocked, preparing himself for when Ranma was atop him...
Ranma continued pummeling upon the guy. He may not have had the strength behind his blows to finish the fight quickly, but he made up for it on speed alone.
His eyes practically flashing, Fei-Long let loose! “SHEINKYAKU!!!” Fei-Long roared as he kicked his leg up, catching Ranma as he suddenly went spinning, his leg AND opponent covered in flames.
The crowd cheered as Ranma was sent rolling to the floor as Fei-Long spun a few more times in the air before landing effortlessly.
Ranma rolled with the fall and assumed a kneeling position. He had to shake his head a couple of times to clear his vision. “Okay... That was a good one.”
The Hong Kong martial artist nodded his head at seeing his opponent was still with it. “WUUUTAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII!!!!” Fei-Long shouted as he went after Ranma with the Rekkukyraku once more.
Ranma jumped back and slightly to his right, an idea starting to form in his head. Those kicks of Fei-Long’s sure were powerful. Powerful and hot...
Even if this one wasn’t on fire... It sure was producing a whole LOT of warm ki.
“You do pack some power on those, but you’re so slow you can't touch me,” Ranma taunted as he continued dodging and jumping back, always retreating, into a tight spiral.
Fei-Long followed, mixing punches and kicks, chasing after the pigtailed fighter.
The pigtailed martial artist smirked. “You know what? I think it’s time we finish this. I can feel my second wind coming.” Three steps more...
“We shall see about that!” Fei-Long shouted as he was gathering his internal energy. He’d be the one to end this.
...Two...
Now working upon the Soul of Ice technique, Ranma smirked as he brought his fist back.
...One...
Fei-Long was close enough. Grinning he let loose with the, “SHEINKYAKU!!!”
“HIRYU SHOTEN HA!!!” Ranma cried as he threw a sloppy uppercut, missing Fei-Long completely.
Fei-Long smirked and prepared to hit the pigtailed opponent...
...Only to find himself fcaught within... A TORNADO!?
It was amazing, the ki that was supposed to erupt like fire instead exploded, lashging out and whipping in a whirling! FeiLong screamed as he was sent THROUGH the ceiling of the cage, cuts all over his body as he broke THROUGH chain-linked metal.
Ranma stood proudly, victoriously, in the middle of the tornado with his fist held high. The fast moving air made his clothes and hair ripple upwards as his eyes shone with an incredible calm.
Finally, it was over. Fei-Long fell and landed behind Ranma in a crumpled heap in the center of the wooden platform... Which was no longer a cage. But there were hazards as wood and metal were spread about through the floor and the stands.
Ranma lowered his fist and gave out a long drawn breath. That fight was pretty tough. Maybe there was something to these tournaments after all.
Slowly, Ranma heard a door opening in the hushed silence. He could see as a blonde-haired man in blue business suit came into the auditorium carrying a large, LARGE sack that was overflowing with Yen bills.
Making his way to the platform, Tojo stared at Ranma long and hard as he handed him the bag. “Thank you for participating. Please, don't come back.”
Ranma blinked as he took the bag. “...Uh... Okay...” Shoot! Just as things were getting fun...
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