Today was no typical day, a typical day consists of nothing but training at the gym from sun up to sun down(Unknowingly preparing Vellore for his biggest match in XWF yet!). Vellore had grown use to this lifestyle, and he loved every minute of it. Spending time with his mentor Derek every day working on how to improve his game plans and his attacking. Vellore especially loved the knee bar submissions that they would work on at the end of every day, knowing that Vellore loved them so much Derek would save the best for last.

But today wasn't a day like these.... No today was the day after Vellore's sixteenth birthday, the day that Vellore was finally promoted to a purple belt! The amount of time he had been training was just enough to match that of a typical brown belt but Vellore was only 16 now, he had to be 18 to reach brown or even black belt level! Either way he was now one step closer to his ultimate goal of the black belt, though he was unsure of why it was considered such a feat. He often found himself wondering if he truly loved the sport or if he just loved the look on Derek's face every time he had won a gold medal at a tournament or been given a new belt.

He knew that Derek had saved his life, and letting him down was simply NOT an option, so he would always decide it didn't matter weather he did or didn't love the sport. As long as he could grab someone's leg and make them submit or break their leg, he would be happy.


Today the slightly older, but still very young Vellore and his father figure Derek were out on the town. Celebration was in order for Vellore's new advancement in belt rankings. Derek knew just the place... A very female dominated bar/restaurant, think hooters or twin peaks multiply it by 10 because of the Brazilian girls and you will know almost how amazing the place was. The women wearing practically nothing walked right up to young Vellore and stared her pretty brown eyes directly into his.

"Como posso ajudá-lo hoje gracinha?" The beautiful half naked lady caught Vellore's attention immediately, he began following her into the restaurant not even waiting for Derek to exit the vehicle that had gotten them there. This would be Vellore's greatest regret on this day.

Some believe in "Karma", when you do good things, good things happen to you. When you do bad, the bad comes right back. Vellore was unsure how to take the thought of karma. He would love to believe in it but when such a bad thing happened to him at such a young age, the kidnapping and potential death of his mother, he knew that karma couldn't be true. He was always a good child....


Poor Vellore....






The two intimidating men walk over to the little beat-up car that Derek was finally getting out of to accompany his protegee in the bar. But that would not be the night that Derek was going to have. Not even close.

CRUNCH!

The sound of Derek's nose being broken with a single punch. The blood began to pour out immediately. Not a single word was spoken, and Derek didn't go down from the punch. Instead he stood his ground. His head was angled downwards after the punch and after his eyes were done rolling around in the back of his head he was able to focus on the blood that was trickling down his face onto his brand new white shoes.

His head slowly raised to face the two giant men. With his head now angled upwards he whipped away the blood quickly and threw a punch of his own. The Muay Thai background was definitely a bonus in this situation with the punch connecting with the man on the left's stomach and making him bend over just far enough so that Derek could send a brutal knee directly into his orbital, successfully shattering it and creating a lump the size of a golf ball on the mans face, knocking him out cold.

But with all of the focus on one man he wasn't able to watch the other who dropped down the the level of Derek's legs and picked him up over his own head slamming him down on Derek's own car windshield!

CRASH!

The windshield didn't completely give way but did indent and shatter along the entire plane. Derek didn't let it slow him down, almost like he were some type of... I don't know... animal... who could like.... heal instantly? Ringing any bells? No? That's ok we don't know who Cain is either....

Derek hopping up off of his own car in a fit of rage throws a lunging right hook towards the behemoth of a man, only to have it countered and a punch connect directly with his own face. This punch stunning Derek and sending him flying backwards hitting his own car again this time taking out the driver side mirror. Like the car already wasn't a piece of shit...

The unknown assailant looks down towards his partner who is bleeding pretty badly and just shakes his head, the man walks over towards Derek and picks him up by his hair dragging him towards a large van with tinted windows. But one thing this giant man didn't expect or notice, Vellore had finally came out of the bar trying to find out why his father figure had been stalling.

"NO! NOOO! NOT AGAIN! NÃO OUTRA VEZ!"