Chapter 101: The Hot To Go White Tiger!

Chapter 101: The Hot To Go White Tiger!

[And there is Number 1, Rick Lee-Tang!]

Clap! Clap! Clap! My applause is nowhere near as deafening as the roar Alex is bound to get. Most people in the arena aren't even aware of my actual fighting history, except for the crowds from the University, High-School, and a few high-ranking sectors of the upper nobility. Do remember, someone has been systematically eliminating information about me on the internet to make my lack of digital footprint look entirely natural.

"HELL YEAH BROTHER, KICK HIS FUCKING ASS!"

With lungs full of pure power, one lone man standing right in the middle of the Feng nobility section stood up and let out a massive bellow that echoed clearly across the arena. When I look over to check the source, I immediately spot a guy in his late twenties with his entire left forearm wrapped in a heavy white cast, sporting a Fire Birds bandana tied tightly around his wrist.

I put on a genuine smile and gave Crazy Hummer-Guy a massive thumbs-up, which he enthusiastically returned. The surrounding crowd looked oddly at the two of us. Yeah, this is the exact guy who eagerly took my request to act as a speeding decoy on Interstate 69. I absolutely love that dude.

I turn my head to smile warmly toward Tina and her family, and then I see who is standing right next to Tina.

Jenifer was standing落 directly behind her mistress's shoulder, her face bright red as she desperately used both hands to hold down the hem of her incredibly short miniskirt maid outfit. I was genuinely surprised to realize that she actually has spectacular-looking legs for a non-combatant, kind of like Linda's.

Jenifer's eyes caught mine, and they were completely filled with pure, agonizing shame. I just flash her a gentle smile, feeling bad that Tina forced her into that embarrassing costume, so I deliberately avoid pointing her out or making a scene.

However, I was entirely unaware that ignoring her like this actually caught more attention than if I had pointed her out directly. To the surrounding spectators, it simply looked like I was flashing the maid a highly affectionate, personal smile. In the future, she is plagued with heavy rumors inside the Fire Birds faction as being my secret lover.

[And there is last month's winner, Number 3, Alex Renaldo!]

CHEEEEEER! Exactly as I expected from the opposite end of the stadium, Alex swaggered out of the tunnel wearing a loud set of red, white, and blue boxing shorts. He held both of his arms high in the air, acting exactly like Rocky Balboa fighting the Russians.

The vast majority of the betting pool is riding heavily on him to win due to his spectacular last performance and his prime age advantage compared to mine. A nine-year age gap between two otherwise equal martial artists is a massive deal in a real fight.

But anyone who had actually seen me fight in the past placed their entire 10,000-dollar maximum bet on me to win. I also personally created 200 dummy accounts and threw my entire two million dollars into the pool to cleanly turn it into four million. I explicitly waited to buy new equipment until this very fight came around.

Then, I suffered a massive wave of pure secondhand embarrassment after the stadium quieted down enough for a loud, chanting voice to cut through the air.

"Hey go White Tiger, Hey beat Floppy Alex. Rick Tang is the White Tiger 'n he lives to hunt. 'N if u don't believe me, then watch me shake my butt♪, Uh aha-bang-bang, uh aha-wanna-wanna, Uh aha-bang-bang, uh aha-wanna-wanna! H-O-T T-O G-O White Tiger is hot to go, Say whop hot to go, say whop hot to go♪! G-O let's go! I love you Rick!"

I am left absolutely and utterly speechless. My Acting failed completely to keep a totally stupid expression off my face as I watched Kim aggressively shake everything. Her pom-poms, her ass, her tits, and her final shred of dignity were all flying around as she performed high cheerleader kicks like mid-air splits, proudly flashing the entire stadium her tiger-striped white and black panties.

Up in the VIP stands, Victoria is desperately covering her entire face with her coat in absolute shame. Mei has the biggest, most chaotic smile plastered on her lips as she holds up her smartphone to record this trainwreck in progress. Oh? I just realized Mei is actively recording my stunned facial expression, too. Shit.

Kim used her fluffy pom-poms to blow a dramatic kiss directly down toward me, finishing her chant with a loud yell.

"RICK KICK HIS BALLS~♪!"

I am simultaneously impressed, deeply ashamed, incredibly turned on, and actively regretting bringing this crazy foreign woman along to cheer for me.

But the moment I glance over to catch the look on Alex's face, I completely understood her strategy. Alex must possess a massive cheerleader fetish, because he looks exactly like his dream lover just handed him a giant green hat, especially given her immense joy toward me and her mocking tone toward him.

As the announcer signals that it is officially time for us to enter the ring, I reach up and begin to unbutton my upper uniform. I don't particularly want to fight topless, but his grappling martial style relies heavily on using my loose sleeves and lapel to take me down and secure a firm lock on my limbs.

Mei walked down to the edge of the canvas, respectfully taking my jacket and undershirt from my hands, and then sat back down in her seat while I climbed into the ring right after Alex stepped through the ropes.

Tony Feng and the head referee stepped into the center of the ring alongside me, Ana, and Alex. Ana smoothed down her short white dress and began her official introductions.

[Hello Head Feng. Would you like to say some words about tonight's fight?]

Tony Feng displays absolutely none of the kind, gentle demeanor I am used to seeing around the estate. Right now, he looks like a deeply mean, serious fellow that you would never want to cross in a dark alley. If I didn't personally know how incredibly sweet he was to his family and me, I would be completely fooled by the mask. But when you are the active Head of one-quarter of Eurasia's entire economy, you physically cannot afford to look weak.

He takes the offered microphone, letting his sharp eyes sweep across the two of us and the massive crowd before speaking into the mesh.

[Hello everyone, and thanks for supporting the Feng with my daughter's marriage selection that has spanned for 5 years now. My daughter did not want me to pick a man she was not satisfied with, so I made a game based off of ancient China Empire customs of choosing a worthy spouse.]

He extends his arm to point over toward Tina, who is sitting elegantly in a gorgeous, long red dress that perfectly shows off her amazing curves. Her crimson hair is loose, and she is wearing a perfectly practiced fake smile to project the exact aristocratic elegance her mother taught her. Tony continued his speech.

[We both chose five fighters to represent our wants for the Feng Clan. And now we are down to Tina's last two personal choices, while all five of mine have been eliminated for inadequacy. I am proud my daughter has good eyes for talent. This is why this game is vital to our future.]

He points his finger directly between the two of us, publicly setting the ultimate prize of the match.

[As Head of Feng, I declare the winner of this fight as the rightful fiance to Tina Feng, effective immediately upon victory. Also the wedding date will be held on April 1st. Now we only need to find out who the new Feng son-in-law will be. Good luck you two warriors, show your future bride what you are made of!]

He hands the microphone back to Ana Zi, completely ignoring both of our expressions as he turns on his heel to walk back to his family's side of the stands. Tina's gold eyes lock onto me from her seat, feeling intensely sharp, like she is ready to personally strike me down if I dare to fail at this absolute last moment, so I just flash her a confident smile.

Ana Zi steps forward, adjusting her stance. [Alright everyone, now to let our contestants have a word.]

She professionally hid her lingering anger regarding the Alex issues, but due to my digital eavesdropping and hearing the private recordings of them, I know they haven't completely separated their business ties. She is just making him grovel for her forgiveness before she officially takes him back into her good graces.

If she had immediately dropped him the second she heard that insulting audio clip I sent her, I would actually consider her a decent person, even with her past manipulative actions to secure her movie roles. No, not all entertainment women have perfectly clean pasts, and that is fine, but stupid women will always be stupid women.

Realizing that I only considered Ana a fool because she wouldn't dump Alex, my mind unknowingly drifts to poor Kim sitting in the front row, and a realization hits me. She dumped him instantly the moment he crossed the line. Then why is an incredibly kind, beautiful woman like her still completely alone at 27?

Alex snatches the microphone first, stepping aggressively into my personal space. [Rick Lee everyone can see how shameless you are to use another man's ex against him. A man like you does not deserve Tina. She chose me 5 years ago, and only recently picked you for a body count. Today, I will in front of everyone show you that you are overrated.]

Ana steps close to retrieve the microphone, bringing the heavy television camera along with her. The lens zooms in on my upper body, and the entire arena catches the exact same realization that the three women at the poolside and my wives already know: the brutal reality of my rough past. Ana almost freezes on the spot looking at the extensive network of old scars and injuries covering my bare torso, leaving her briefly speechless. She recovers her composure and holds the microphone in front of my face.

[Hey Alex, this is not personal. Just remember some important advice... Love your women and don't Ignore them. Listen to what they tell you and do it. Then you will find happiness in life. Also, I never used anyone, she only wanted to tell you it's over, so listen to her, now can we fight already? I have to move my wife Tina into my home tonight.]

Ana, seeing my face completely drop and my eyes turn cold and emotionless, decides to end the pre-show trash talk immediately.

[Well just like last fight, I will consider going out with the winner if you can impress me, so try hard boys, Mwah!]

She blows a wet kiss toward the two of us, turning around to sexily walk off the canvas and step out of the Octagon ring.

The head referee immediately calls the two of us to the absolute center of the mat for the official rules talk.

Over with Tina in the VIP box...

Jenifer was still desperately pulling down her fabric to make sure absolutely no random gusts of indoor wind could blow up her miniskirt, looking over toward her young lady.

"Are you nervous Miss Feng?"

Tina, seeing my emotionless eyes on the screen, only tightened her thighs together beneath her red dress and exhaled a heavy breath.

"No, his eyes have always turned me on. My world gets brighter when I see his face like that. I always remember my first talk with him; he was so weak and also strong at the same time. I will keep him with me forever. He is mine after all. Are you ready to move tonight, Jenifer?"

"Yes Miss Feng, our things are already packed in our trunk."

With Vicky, Kim, and Mei...

Kim is actively holding her fluffy pom-poms directly up to her face, looking completely and utterly embarrassed because she accidentally added lines to her old high school cheer. The fact that both Mei and Victoria, her fellow university teacher, keep aggressively replaying and watching the video footage on their screens has finally shown her what everyone else in the arena just saw, including my shocked, stupid facial expression.

"Rick is smart and knows I did not mean what I said there," Kim stammered defensively. "It was just the heat of the moment, and looking at Alex's dumb face made me say that, ha-ha?!"

Mei, knowing for a fact that I didn't take her dramatic confession seriously at all, openly teases the woman from North America.

"If my Master thinks you declared true love, then tell him you are just kidding in public," Mei said, her shoulders shaking. "Otherwise, his wittle-bitty heart might break, Ufufu."

Victoria looked blankly at Mei for intentionally causing trouble, shifting her weight on the arena bench to address Kim directly.

"Teacher Smith, don't listen to her. Student Rick will not think you confessed real love, so just let it go. He has no interest in us older Teachers anyway."

"Really?" Kim blinked, processing the statement. "But Hana is two years younger than me and three years older than you? Oh, no! Rick Lee likes older women!"

All three women look down at me standing on the canvas and collectively nod their heads in agreement with that sudden realization. In fact, not a single lover in my active harem is younger than me.

Kim stared down at the ring, her eyes locking onto my posture.

"That is the exact expression he made back at the mall, too. I always feel sad when I see it. I just want to hug him and tell him it will be alright..."

With the Song cousins...

Hope leaned closer toward her relative in the stands, speaking quietly to Scott next to her.

"He only called me one time to send me a recording of his talk with Alex at his Linda Lang party I was at. She moved in and it is likely he has been fucking your woman, so now what do you intend to do?"

Scott, showing absolutely no visible emotion on his face, simply slid his hand between his cousin's thighs and squeezed gently.

"I can't do anything right now but focus on getting stronger. I will join forces with you, Hope, and give you Tang babies. Then I will see how my father will try to keep his face. I lost everything, Hope, and you are all I have left in this world. So I will be yours from now on. Just don't leave me like my mother and my wives did."

Hope slid his hand even further up her bare leg, a predatory, victorious grin breaking across her lips.

"Then you will become my husband, right? I will completely rebuild your harem with women I trust, and we will make Tang and one Song child together. I will help you reclaim your life, my future husband."

Back with me and Alex in the Ring...

The referee stepped into the narrow space separating the two of us, looking between our eyes.

"Do you both understand all the rules I have explained?"

"Yes," I answer cleanly.

"Yes," Alex snarls right back.

As the referee puts his hand high into the air to signal the official start of the match, I drop down into my Wing Chun stance, while Alex balances his weight to get into his Krav Maga fighting stance.

The referee's hand came down like a blade, and he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"FIGHT!"

Alex did not immediately rush straight in as I had initially anticipated, but instead bounced lightly on his heels like an agitated boxer testing the distance. I just calmly sank deep into my horse stance, keeping my core completely relaxed and ready to parry, counter, and aggressively retaliate at a second's notice.

Alex begins to slowly circle me in a clockwise fashion, but I do not turn my body to track him, due to knowing this is a basic psychological ploy designed to push me into the chain-link fence and narrow my defensive options.

I can defend perfectly fine even when an opponent gets near my blind spot. I will deliberately offer the blind spot to make him advance, and then simply step forward out of his physical reach by a few inches at the last second.

Step. Step. Rush! Exactly as I predicted, he made his aggressive move forward. I can hear his heavy feet drag on the mat canvas, so I could easily hear his advance through the noise. I simply tumbled forward one time and spun to face him, still perfectly locked in my stance, only losing about three feet of ground that I cleanly got back in two quick steps.

Alex knows for a fact that I am being completely calm and just waiting for him to make a single mistake like he did to number 5 last month, so he tries to talk to me.

"Let me have Tina, and I will give up on Kim, Vicky, Hope, and Ana?!" Alex hissed, his eyes wide. "I need her in my life, and I need the Fire Birds. I have enemies that can only be dealt with by the power of the Syndicate!"

I can tell from the desperation in his tone that he has entirely convinced himself that this is the right move and what he truly wants, but he clearly did not listen to a single piece of my advice about listening to the actual women he likes. I know he is not fundamentally a bad guy at heart.

"Women are not trading cards, Alex, this is exactly why the ladies run away from you," I reply, my voice carrying across the ring. "Ask yourself, are you doing this for you or for them? If the answer is you, then you're the real problem here and not the girls. I am going to come and defeat you now, Alex, but... I hope one day we can have a cold drink and laugh about this crazy tournament. Your needs for the Syndicate, I don't know anything about. I am doing this simply because the woman I love asked me to fight for her, so here I come, Alex!"

Unknown to either me or Alex, due to massive fan complaints from the last live fight, the arena staff had added high-sensitivity microphones to the cage to broadcast our trash talk, and we had completely failed to notice that the stadium was abnormally quiet in pure amusement.

Thud! Thud! Becoming a vicious tiger in my own mind, I leap forward on the mat, making two loud thudding sounds as I shift into an aggressive horse stance. I curl my hands tightly into Tiger Paws and narrow my eyes, visualizing a noisy monkey invading my forest. I let out my full roar of challenge and then lower my center of mass for the pounce.

"Hue-Rooooar!"

Alex was happy to see me aggressively charge him, and he immediately readied his guard to trap my limbs for a joint lock. I bound forward and leaped noticeably higher than he expected due to my Acrobatics Master muscle memory kicking in. Alex then steps backward to avoid my body landing directly on top of him, choosing the exact reaction I hoped for.

"TIGER TAIL!"

The exact moment I land, I perform a low back-sweep, dropping my entire body very low to the ground so his grappling grabs won't work on me. As Alex saw my leg sweep spinning in, his only option to avoid it was to leap over the strike, which I had explicitly hoped for again.

While he was mid-air and preparing to land, my leg was already coiled in a crouching runner's position, and I leaped directly into the landing Alex. He possessed just enough martial skill to cross his bare arms over his chest to protect his soft belly.

With both of my arms crossed tightly over my face and neck for protection, I performed a double-slice with my sharp claw-nails right on his forearms, leaving small bloody scrapes across his exposed skin. I immediately rolled and tumbled backward, arriving at an all-fours position while glaring straight up at him.

With the sting of the scratch and the sudden sight of blood on his arms, he was momentarily startled. I used those brief mental lapses to rush aggressively at him again. He immediately threw a front kick straight at my face to stop my advancement.

I tilt my head down toward his center mass, using my left hand claws folded inward to let his kick pass an inch over my head.

With his foot past my ear, I used both of my tiger claws to hook hard on his lower and upper thigh, then retreated backward, leaving nasty scratches as I pulled away. Is this damage enough to really hurt a fighter like him? Nope, but when I swipe at his handsome face next, he will now make massive openings thinking he will get disfigured. This is my true goal!

I now start to circle him like a caged Tiger, and he is assessing his bleeding wounds as he yelled.

"You are a fucking psychopath! Why are you scratching like a fucking cat?! I am gonna kill you motherfucker!"

I then knew this was the exact moment to show my true shamelessness! I know for a fact he is wearing a sturdy protective cup, but those things don't stop every bit of force. I extend my Tiger Claws in a blatant mock attempt to slash at his handsome face. He immediately brought up his guard to prevent any facial scarring, leaving his lower body wide open for a move that would be highly illegal if this were a normal, sanctioned fight.

"TIGER UPPERCUT, FOR KIM!"

The moment I yelled out the fake name of my move, I pulled back both hands tightly to my sides and unleashed a brutal reverse mule-kick directly into his balls. My strike hit squarely, delivering the exact hit Kim had been cheering for!

Thankfully, the ball of my heel felt the hard plastic of the cup, so he shouldn't lose his ability for sex or future children—at least, I hope.

As Alex heard and felt the family jewels get violently rattled inside his cup, his body naturally collapsed a bit. He knelt down on the mat to protect his center and balls, glaring up at me in absolute disgust.

I circled him again, forcing him to move uncomfortably despite his pain. I then executed a sharp counter-circle, launching a fast side-kick toward his head.

With his guard lowered from the previous strike, he was a split second too slow to realize the kick was coming from the opposite side. He blocked only empty air, and the ball of my foot jarred the side of his head with significant force, making him stumble as he nearly fell.

I launched into another high leap, pulling both knees tight against my chest and putting my full weight behind the momentum as I collided with his upper body.

Thud! Crash! He managed to get both hands up just in time to cushion the impact, but his balance was shot. He stumbled backward and fell onto his back, and I immediately pinned both of his arms under my knees.

I held my hand in the Tiger Claw position directly over his face, ready to strike if he moved. Looking up, his dazed eyes finally saw the determination in mine—he knew the match was over.

"I give up! I concede the fight!" he shouted.

Vanity proved to be his greatest weakness in that moment.

The referee jumped between us and signaled the end of the match.

"WINNER BY TKO, RICK LEE-TANG!"