The cafeteria was bustling with numerous orange jumpsuits hunched over trays of grilled fish, rice, watery miso soup, and some salad. The giant Saiyan sat alone at a completely empty table, staring down at his food as he still adamantly clung to his oath. He wasn’t going to eat or sleep until he got Lena back. Being a Saiyan, it took lots of discipline to not dive into a tray of free food even if the quality was poor. Several prison guards eyed him for he didn’t only stand out for being one of the biggest prisoners in the cafeteria, but he stood out by being the only one not eating.
“Does he not like his food?” one prison guard muttered to the other.
“I told you that we should have fed him bananas!”
Grisha turned to glare across the cafeteria at the two guards who had been talking about him. The two prison guards stiffened, unsure if the ape had actually heard them or not. The Saiyan snorted and faced the rest of the cafeteria. He peered down at his orange jumpsuit and sighed. What was he doing here?
“It sucks balls that I’m here with the rest of these dirtbags. I could have been watchin’ the fights!” a prison at one of the heavily populated tables growled before tipping his miso bowl into his mouth and drinking it down.
“Yeah, well, if you were better than us dirt bags, then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten caught!” another prisoner returned.
Swallowing his soup, the prisoner paused before taking another sip, “It wasn’t my fault. It was Fat Man’s goons who set me up. Fat Man didn’t like how I was gettin’ close to his new bitch.”
“Oh, I know her. I heard she was a hotty.”
“Fuck yeah she is. Long blond hair, blue eyes, snow-white skin; Fat Man said she was from the far north. L-Lena or Lita or some shit…”
Grisha’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. His heart lunged into overdrive and began hammering against his chest. He looked up to stare across the room at the man who was talking about Lena! He had heard it. He had really been talking about Lena!
“Lena…” Grisha gasped in surprise.
“Hell, if I knew that there were women as fine as her up in the mountains, then I might had gone searchin’ for a wife before I wound up in this dump.”
Several of the prisoners around the man looked above his head and paled. The table quickly deserted, leaving the prisoner alone with his soup. When he tilted his head further back to finish it, his eyes peered up into the hardened mug of-
The prisoner’s eyes near bulged from his sockets as he impulsively sprayed his soup up into Grisha’s face. The prisoner paled himself when he realized what he had done. The entire cafeteria instantly froze and fell silent as they watched the soup drip from Grisha’s face.
“Oh shit! I’m-I’m-I’m sorry! I-“ the prisoner stuttered before he felt Grisha’s weighted appendage settle on his shoulder. Grisha lifted the prisoner to his face and used his jumpsuit-covered body as a napkin to dry his face before he slammed him down on the table and leaned over him angrily. His brown tail had raised and stiffened with hostility.
“LENA! WHERE IS LENA!” he boomed.
Prison guards were running toward the scene, shouting over their shoulder radios.
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” the prisoner screamed and grasped at his crotch as his pants started to darken.
Grisha wildly looked toward the prison guards who had their guns drawn on him.
“Let him go and put your hands in the air!” the guards screamed.
Grisha bore his teeth at the guards and growled before his feral eyes returned to the prisoner beneath him.
“Take Grisha to Lena. Grisha help little man escape!”
“Are you insane? You think you can escape prison by yourself?”
Unfortunately, Grisha hadn’t been asking him. The Saiyan kept a grip on the man and whirled in the most immediate direction. His fist was clenched about a wad of his jumpsuit as he carried him toward the nearest wall.
“HEY! STOP!” the prison guards ordered and started firing at the fleeing ape man.
As the wall came rushing toward him, Grisha turned his shoulder into it and smashed right through it with a mighty bang! Prison alarms started howling and the prisoner could only helplessly stare as he watched the cafeteria shrink away. He could feel the wind through his hair as Grisha started running toward the perimeter walls.
“Wha-what are you?” the prisoner screamed in fright.
Grisha abruptly stopped, his sandal-covered feet sliding across the gravel. He sank into a crouch as several prison guards started racing toward him, and with a might jump, he ascended into the air. The prison was now shrinking slightly beneath them as the Saiyan leapt just high enough to clear the perimeter wall. The prisoner no longer able to believe his eyes and handle the height fainted in Grisha’s grip before the Saiyan would land on the other side of the wall with a thunderous thoom as his feet shattered the cement.
He peered down at the prisoner and jerked him awake, his head flopping like a doll’s.
“TELL WHERE LENA!” he demanded.
The prisoner blinked awake and stared at his surroundings in shock. “Oh fuck! This wasn’t a dream!”
~~~~~~~
Meanwhile at the tournament, the next matches were being announced. The announcement wasn’t as formal as a real tournament might have been as a young man who had at least wore a suit for the occasion, stood before the money-starving crowd. His hair was dyed blonde and braided into cornrows. His suit was all black to include the undershirt, and the three items that stood out on his person was his sparkling silver tie, his silver shoes, and the diamond-studded earing in his ear. It was apparent that he had been benefitting from the cash that the underground tournament attracted from the pockets of several crime lords and wealthy, white-collar scumbags.
“Welcome! Welcome to this fine occasion. We gonna start this event how we always do. It’s very simple folks. You either bet on the champ on the left or the champ on the right. No rules. The winner is the last one standin’. Now let’s announce the competitors,” the announcer started. He turned toward the ring which was a bit in the center of the warehouse that was circular with wood and cement walls.
“We have on the left, 5’7” and don’t let that fool you, this guy is jacked weighin’ in at 279 pounds! He’s mean, he’s…well…not lean, but he’sa fightin’ machine. From the Baracuda gang, Ricki ‘The Machine’ Kasugawa!”
The crowd roared, booed, and attempted to throw trash into the pit, but it was caught on the safety net that was stretched over the pit for that purpose.
“We have on the right, a pretty heavy set guy, but I wouldn’t call him fat if I were you. He’d probably rearrange ya face! 5’10” and 345 lbs. This big motha’ fucka’ is from the Black Dragon gang. Shang ‘The Buddha’ Liu!”
Again the crowd chorused, but most of the crowd booed due to the competitor not being Japanese.
“I can see the hostility! But we’ll see if the people’s hero will win! Now, let’s get onto it.”
The crowd started to settle in volume and clanking up the metal stairs to the catwalk was Lena with her board. She raised it into the air as she strutted across the catwalk from one side of the pit to the other. As she walked in her white, shimmering heels, she tensed at the whistles and cat calls that swirled around her.
“Mm-mm-mm! I do love the models we got here. That’s actually Fat Man’s bitch, and if you fellas want summa’ dat, you best start bettin’ in two places tonight. She’s only gonna be sold to the highest bidder. The ice princess from the north, Leeee~na~!”
The crowd cut loose again, roaring and howling like a bunch of animals. A silken robe was thrown over Lena as she descended the steps on the other side of the pit. The girl clung to the cloth, bowing her head to once again hide her face from the lechers as she walked with one of Fat Man’s lackeys back around the pit to where the boss himself was comfortably seated.
“Does he not like his food?” one prison guard muttered to the other.
“I told you that we should have fed him bananas!”
Grisha turned to glare across the cafeteria at the two guards who had been talking about him. The two prison guards stiffened, unsure if the ape had actually heard them or not. The Saiyan snorted and faced the rest of the cafeteria. He peered down at his orange jumpsuit and sighed. What was he doing here?
“It sucks balls that I’m here with the rest of these dirtbags. I could have been watchin’ the fights!” a prison at one of the heavily populated tables growled before tipping his miso bowl into his mouth and drinking it down.
“Yeah, well, if you were better than us dirt bags, then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten caught!” another prisoner returned.
Swallowing his soup, the prisoner paused before taking another sip, “It wasn’t my fault. It was Fat Man’s goons who set me up. Fat Man didn’t like how I was gettin’ close to his new bitch.”
“Oh, I know her. I heard she was a hotty.”
“Fuck yeah she is. Long blond hair, blue eyes, snow-white skin; Fat Man said she was from the far north. L-Lena or Lita or some shit…”
Grisha’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. His heart lunged into overdrive and began hammering against his chest. He looked up to stare across the room at the man who was talking about Lena! He had heard it. He had really been talking about Lena!
“Lena…” Grisha gasped in surprise.
“Hell, if I knew that there were women as fine as her up in the mountains, then I might had gone searchin’ for a wife before I wound up in this dump.”
Several of the prisoners around the man looked above his head and paled. The table quickly deserted, leaving the prisoner alone with his soup. When he tilted his head further back to finish it, his eyes peered up into the hardened mug of-
The prisoner’s eyes near bulged from his sockets as he impulsively sprayed his soup up into Grisha’s face. The prisoner paled himself when he realized what he had done. The entire cafeteria instantly froze and fell silent as they watched the soup drip from Grisha’s face.
“Oh shit! I’m-I’m-I’m sorry! I-“ the prisoner stuttered before he felt Grisha’s weighted appendage settle on his shoulder. Grisha lifted the prisoner to his face and used his jumpsuit-covered body as a napkin to dry his face before he slammed him down on the table and leaned over him angrily. His brown tail had raised and stiffened with hostility.
“LENA! WHERE IS LENA!” he boomed.
Prison guards were running toward the scene, shouting over their shoulder radios.
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” the prisoner screamed and grasped at his crotch as his pants started to darken.
Grisha wildly looked toward the prison guards who had their guns drawn on him.
“Let him go and put your hands in the air!” the guards screamed.
Grisha bore his teeth at the guards and growled before his feral eyes returned to the prisoner beneath him.
“Take Grisha to Lena. Grisha help little man escape!”
“Are you insane? You think you can escape prison by yourself?”
Unfortunately, Grisha hadn’t been asking him. The Saiyan kept a grip on the man and whirled in the most immediate direction. His fist was clenched about a wad of his jumpsuit as he carried him toward the nearest wall.
“HEY! STOP!” the prison guards ordered and started firing at the fleeing ape man.
As the wall came rushing toward him, Grisha turned his shoulder into it and smashed right through it with a mighty bang! Prison alarms started howling and the prisoner could only helplessly stare as he watched the cafeteria shrink away. He could feel the wind through his hair as Grisha started running toward the perimeter walls.
“Wha-what are you?” the prisoner screamed in fright.
Grisha abruptly stopped, his sandal-covered feet sliding across the gravel. He sank into a crouch as several prison guards started racing toward him, and with a might jump, he ascended into the air. The prison was now shrinking slightly beneath them as the Saiyan leapt just high enough to clear the perimeter wall. The prisoner no longer able to believe his eyes and handle the height fainted in Grisha’s grip before the Saiyan would land on the other side of the wall with a thunderous thoom as his feet shattered the cement.
He peered down at the prisoner and jerked him awake, his head flopping like a doll’s.
“TELL WHERE LENA!” he demanded.
The prisoner blinked awake and stared at his surroundings in shock. “Oh fuck! This wasn’t a dream!”
~~~~~~~
Meanwhile at the tournament, the next matches were being announced. The announcement wasn’t as formal as a real tournament might have been as a young man who had at least wore a suit for the occasion, stood before the money-starving crowd. His hair was dyed blonde and braided into cornrows. His suit was all black to include the undershirt, and the three items that stood out on his person was his sparkling silver tie, his silver shoes, and the diamond-studded earing in his ear. It was apparent that he had been benefitting from the cash that the underground tournament attracted from the pockets of several crime lords and wealthy, white-collar scumbags.
“Welcome! Welcome to this fine occasion. We gonna start this event how we always do. It’s very simple folks. You either bet on the champ on the left or the champ on the right. No rules. The winner is the last one standin’. Now let’s announce the competitors,” the announcer started. He turned toward the ring which was a bit in the center of the warehouse that was circular with wood and cement walls.
“We have on the left, 5’7” and don’t let that fool you, this guy is jacked weighin’ in at 279 pounds! He’s mean, he’s…well…not lean, but he’sa fightin’ machine. From the Baracuda gang, Ricki ‘The Machine’ Kasugawa!”
The crowd roared, booed, and attempted to throw trash into the pit, but it was caught on the safety net that was stretched over the pit for that purpose.
“We have on the right, a pretty heavy set guy, but I wouldn’t call him fat if I were you. He’d probably rearrange ya face! 5’10” and 345 lbs. This big motha’ fucka’ is from the Black Dragon gang. Shang ‘The Buddha’ Liu!”
Again the crowd chorused, but most of the crowd booed due to the competitor not being Japanese.
“I can see the hostility! But we’ll see if the people’s hero will win! Now, let’s get onto it.”
The crowd started to settle in volume and clanking up the metal stairs to the catwalk was Lena with her board. She raised it into the air as she strutted across the catwalk from one side of the pit to the other. As she walked in her white, shimmering heels, she tensed at the whistles and cat calls that swirled around her.
“Mm-mm-mm! I do love the models we got here. That’s actually Fat Man’s bitch, and if you fellas want summa’ dat, you best start bettin’ in two places tonight. She’s only gonna be sold to the highest bidder. The ice princess from the north, Leeee~na~!”
The crowd cut loose again, roaring and howling like a bunch of animals. A silken robe was thrown over Lena as she descended the steps on the other side of the pit. The girl clung to the cloth, bowing her head to once again hide her face from the lechers as she walked with one of Fat Man’s lackeys back around the pit to where the boss himself was comfortably seated.
