Brutal Paws of Fury: Foxy Roxy's Challenge
Chapter 1: The invitation
In the bustling city of Mumbai, there was a crowd of people gathering for the United Nations Children's Fund, an organization to give aid for orphans around the world. At the center of the stage was the president, the beautiful fox Indrah Prashmet better known as Foxy Roxy. She was smiling while holding an injured child she found on the streets just a while ago and delivered aid to the poor thing, having been abandoned by her parents. It seemed ironic that 20 years ago Indrah herself was an orphan found on the streets by the United Nations, and now she was heading it.
In the time she was fostered and developed into the head of this organization, she had one other passion besides compassion for orphans, the Indian martial art of Penjat Silat, a graceful combat form of kicks, flips, and finger jabs, basic hand-to-hand combat combined with the beauty of gymnastics, it fit her like a glove. She had just finished her work of delivering speeches, giving aid and smiling with orphaned children for reporters and photographers when she entered her office. As she did, on her desk was a letter, and right next to it was her secretary.
"I just received this a few minutes ago Indrah, it must be some sort of invitation of some kind, of what I don't know but perhaps you know…." the secretary said.
"Very well, just leave this to me, you can go home for tonight." Indrah replied. With the office now empty, she looked at the letter, at the top was the blue emblem of a fist in the center of a circle with a few spikes growing out of it. The letter read:
Dear Indrah Prashmet,
I have heard all about your fighting abilities and of your compassion for others, I would like to cordially invite you to compete in my fighting tournament called Brutal. You have a chance to win the Belt of Heaven and become my champion, provided you prove yourself against all other invited combatants. I can only wish you the best of luck!
The Dali Llama
Indrah looked at the letter several times, this was an opportunity to provide aid all over the world for those that needed it most. She spent her life perfecting her martial art, and this was her chance to not only prove all that experience, but also to give the aid that would come from carrying the Belt of Heaven. Placing down the letter, and going into the lounge area of her headquarters, which was a table, some chairs, a sofa, a TV, a few board games, a mirror, and a wardrobe, she felt a great responsibility placed upon her. Looking in the mirror, she saw her usual, professional self in her gray business suit, looking back at her, her bushy tail swishing back and forth. It was time for her to get combat ready, she started peeling off layers of her suit, when she was all finished she saw her new appearance: a two-piece Lycra outfit showing off her toned arms, legs, and midriff. Placing her hands at her hips she felt an aura of confidence beaming within her as she smiled looking at herself in the mirror, and then got into fighting stance while observing herself, delivering a few kicks, finger jabs, and gymnastic like flips. She was ready for battle, her body was ready to absorb more than a few hits for a great cause. She proceeded out of her Headquarters to await a boat ready to take her to Brutal Island where the tournament was held. All she had to do now was prove herself…..