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Tornado Association of Wrestling:Chapter 1 - The Jumbo Sized Offer

Based on Characters created by Kaze Cat

Story by Jessica Kylie Nichols-Vernon

Minor Characters, Shanice Mouse and Vince Fox by HawlSera

Special Thanks to Cheesecaker

Link to Furaffinity Version - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27231357/

They say everything's bigger in Texas, the cars, the hats, and the profits. It was the business plan of a grey spotted lynx known to one and all as Kaze Cat to do what most of the self-employed did to earn money, use women, and what better way to get Texas Sized Profit than with Texas Sized Women. This had been the mindset that gave birth to up and coming Tornado Association of Wrestling or TAW for short.

Of course starting your own business, especially one in the entertainment industry, is never an easy thing. Kaze was not foo thinking this was his get rich quick meal ticket. Kaze knew there would be many hurdles in the beginning. Advertising, concessions, employee pay, health care plans, there were a whole plethora of reasons why not just anyone would or even could do this.

The bills were looked over again and again, yet Kaze still insisted on going through his computer, and making adjustments to his spreadsheets until he found a way to keep the Tornado Association running. It wasn’t that Kaze was going broke, he had two very powerful Ultras, beings with power greater than any human or anthro, going at it every weekend. The queen of the butt smash, Bertha Hippo with her mass manipulation abilities, and the no fucks given stylings of the titanic Enorma Pig, as long as he had the support and combat skills of these goddesses of the arena he had nowhere to go but up. The show would only get better as Kaze had plans to recruit more fighters, the most likely candidate was a cute as buttons underdog of a bunny he had seen Bertha training with in her spare time. Still even in a safe place it only took one unwise investment or one bill overlooked to sink a ship before it left the horizon.

“Hmmm, if we only serve local brews of beer and I put a rush on Bertha-proofing the rest of the equipment before any of it becomes her big purple butt’s next victim. Yeah I think I can get Jiggly Bunny penciled into next week’s roster as long as I can get her to agree to work for peanuts, but so did Enorma and Bertha at the start…” Kaze thought to himself as he moved numbers in a spreadsheet.

The lynx had been hard at work for the past three hours, his focus had been so strong that if one were to ask the time he would be somewhat bewildered to find that it hadn’t actually been fifteen minutes. This mystical zen master level of concentration was not meant to last as Kaze had been thrown by a knock on the door.

Kaze found this a little strange, he wasn’t expecting anyone and he knew it couldn’t be Bertha as her knocks were preposterously loud whereas Enorma would have just barged in. This knock however was completely mundane and courteous meaning it wasn’t anyone who would normally be bothering him, either a stranger had come to the door or Bertha’s boyfriend Rapid had found a reason to disturb him. Either way, this knocker needed to be dealt with quickly to return to the task at hand.

“Come in, but make it quick.” Kaze closed his laptop and looked towards the oaken door, as in walked someone he had never seen before.

“I’d have called in advance, but strangely your secretary never answered.” The stranger appeared to be some kind of fox, given that this small town outside of Dallas had a high anthro population this wasn’t unusual. There was a bit of an italian accent present, but you didn’t need to be a linguist to tell how phoned in it was. The only bit of italian culture this fox had ever seen comes in a box delivered to your door for twenty bucks plus tip.

“I don’t have a secretary. It’s a relatively new operation, so I’m running a skeleton crew.” Kaze confessed to the stranger.

“And yet those dames of yours are anything but…” The stranger added on a laugh, clearly he believed he was more of a comedian than he actually was.

“Indeed” Kaze had heard pretty much every fat joke there was to make about the large lovely lardy ladies in his employ. “I’m Kaze Cat, and if you’re trying to sell me something, now’s not a good time, I’ve been going over the budget like a mad man.”

The stranger was very easy to read, he was a fox who was dressed in very nice clothing likely wealthy. This red furred fox had a black suit with a red tie, even with a matching fedora, he looked like he had just walked off the set of some italian gangster film. This was as far as he read money, the fox’s mannerisms seemed rather forced as though he had been poor for quite some time and was now trying his hardest to emulate wealth yet was failing at it as hard his accent. Either the suit had been stolen or more likely he was a recent hire for someone with a generous paycheck policy.

Kaze was no ace detective, but reading someone was a talent of his. Although Kaze had only been in the wrestling game for a few months, one could take a look at his beefy bod and tell that he was no stranger to combat. In the past the lynx had been a street fighter and he knew that any idiot could take a few shady steroids or some expensive over the counter miracle pills to get buff just as anyone could take a martial arts class to learn a few moves. It was easy to find something you could use as an edge, but whether or not one knew what the hell to do at all or if they were an expert you could only tell in how they carried themselves. It got a little more dicey to tell between fakers and the real deal when you took hustlers pretending to be fakers into account, still at the end of the day you got your ass kicked and your money taken or you learned how to read people. This fox thought he was the man, but it was likely he would crack under the lightest of pressure.

“I don’t want to sell you anything, but I represent Jumbo Sized Entertainment, recognize the name?” The fox laughed through his teeth, he was attempting to balance humility and excitement without the foggiest clue of where the line was. “Have a card.”

Before Kaze could answer, he was shoved a red card with silver text, and the image of a meditating Jumbo Elephant dressed up to look like the Hindu God Ganesha on the side. It read “Jumbo Sized Entertainment:The Biggest Name In Spas and Wrestling” and had three phone numbers, one was the number of Jumbo’s secretary, one was for reservations to a spa, and the final number was for wrestling tickets.

“The big man himself is interested in this Tornado Association thing you got going on, he sent me to ask if you’d want to join him around let’s say 5 o’clock at his place for dinner and a steam bath to talk over some details, maybe come to some kind of agreement. What do I tell him?”

Kaze was speechless, this could be the kind of big break he was looking for, a partner with a lot of disposable income who could find talent.easily. Five o’clock wasn’t that far away and he was getting a little hungry.

“So….. What? I’m a courier, I have like three other people to talk to today.” The fox pointed to the brand name watch on his wrist, he wasn’t actually busy he just wanted to show off his time piece.

Kaze’s grimace turned to a smile. “Tell Jumbo I’d be honored.”

“Fantastique, I appreciate your wise choice, shows you got that je ne sai quois.” The fox laughed to himself and grabbed a smart phone from his pocket, it looked new and likely was. The phone rested in a gold plated casing, very expensive, likely too fragile to be worth it. “Hey Mr. Elephant, Kaze says yes, what do I tell him? Alright, alright gotcha. You the man Jumbo. Alright he’ll send a limo you way around 4:35, that is, if you’ll still be here.”

“I’ve got nowhere else to be.” Kaze tapped on his desk lightly, yet rhythmically.

“Then it’s a done deal Kaze.” The fox hung up the phone and twirled in place like a moronic ballerina prior to making an exit.

“Fucking asshole.” Kaze rolled his eyes and silently prayed to himself that not all of Jumbo’s staff were as blatantly intellectually impaired or this would be a very painful partnership. Getting right back to work Kaze kept Jumbo in the back of his mind, anything could happen this afternoon meaning it was best not to count Jumbo’s money towards Tornado Association yet.

When 4:35 rolled around Kaze made his way to a bench just outside of the Tornado Association Arena all while looking at his phone from sheer boredom. Kaze due to the long wait was caught up in said phone when he was disrupted by a honk from the loudest damn horn he had ever heard, shockwaves flew through the lynx giving him vibrations he could feel in every cell of his body. The only reason Kaze had any ability to retain his composure was being accustomed to walking close to Plus-Sized Ultras due to the nature of his self-employment.

Kaze shook his face, his ears knocked back and still ringing. In front of Kaze was parked a limousine far more elephantine than its owner. The vehicle in front of the Tornado Association looked more like a poorly placed apartment complex than a parked car, the fact that it was painted a bright red with gold rims in emerald tires only made it more outlandish to look at.

“What the fresh hell is wrong you!?!” Kaze put his phone aware and roared at the limousine. The lynx’s paws flattened down the audial receptors on his head and a very real part of him wondered if he’d develop tinnitus. “You cannot be blasting that noise in this part of downtown!”

There was no immediate answer to Kaze’s outburst. Onlookers stared at the limousine for a bit, but most were beginning to resume their own business. After a few moments a white skinned human male in a full dark blue suit and a hat could be mistaken for an officer’s cap came out of the driver’s seat and proceeded to open a door in the middle of the limo. The door in the middle of the limousine opened vertically not horizontally and went far above where the driver could reach before it stopped. The human said nothing as he returned to his station as the chauffeur, this was one who knew his place he was the help and it would be way over the line if he said anything to client or master without being spoken to first.

Kaze blinked, it was a lot to take in, the car door built like a garage door and the fact he hadn’t seen many humans in his entire life were just the beginning. The interior of the limousine housed an elephant whom Kaze could tell even from a few feet away was taller and far more weighty than anyone he had ever meet previously. This person was definitely Jumbo, though from the angle Kaze stood his mind parsed Jumbo as a boulder with limbs wearing a suit, though there was probably one man with a brown tentacle for a nose and two massive tusks for miles. A rough brown hand reached out of the vehicle and gestured towards Kaze to come closer.

Intimidated, but unafraid Kaze proceeded with caution into the battleship of a car the door of which Jumbo shut behind him.

“Kaze I presume.” Jumbo spoke rather softly as Kaze sat across from and facing him in a leather seat that must have taken three entire slaughterhouses worth of cows to create. There was a hint of an Indian accent, but not much of one. A careful listener could tell that english wasn’t Jumbo’s first language, but one he had an adequate if not superior grasp of nonetheless. The accent was there, but clearly suppressed from years of public speaking and negotiation.

Kaze swallowed a lump in his throat, but kept his composure he was not afraid of Jumbo or his money he was only taking a moment to adjust to the room around him. Room, what a funny word he was technically not in a room just the backseat of a car, yet it was built like a ball room. The floor had a smooth texture and the ceiling had a complex tapestry of Jumbo in the garb of a divine figure painted onto it. One could put up a buffet, a few tables, and it would be perfect for a high class dance party for people of Kaze’s size, yet for Jumbo’s stature both physically and financially this was merely standard travel arrangements. It took some time for Kaze to have a response to the three words Jumbo uttered, but he did have a response.

“You presume correctly, sir.” Sir, Kaze felt dirty calling another man that word yet it only took one look around the room to know Jumbo would not settle for anything less. It took reminding himself of the healthiest paycheck he would ever see to not bite his tongue off and swallow the damn thing for calling someone sir.

“I just want to apologize, I heard you scream when we honked the horn.” Jumbo flared out his massive ears and gestured towards them. “With ears like these it’s hard not to, yet, I’m afraid sometimes my money can be my biggest weakness. The engine is absurdly quiet and the tires are made of a material that, to put it simply, make the drive most smooth. I bet you didn’t know we had taken off.”

Kaze looked out the window doubting that claim, yet Jumbo had spoken truthfully the two were no longer in front of the Tornado Association, but had been driving for at least a few minutes judging from the fact that they had just passed a local pizzeria that the lynx frequented after work on occasion.

“Damn…” Kaze said, it didn’t feel like the car was in motion and even with his sensitive feline ears he could not hear the engine. “Where do you even get a ride like this?”

“Meditation is very important to me and a man as busy as myself must take any chance he can get to practice it. Driving to and from appointments is some of the only downtime I allow myself so I saw it important there are few distractions.” Jumbo responded. “As for where I found the car, let me just say that it’s a place so exclusive that if you don’t know of them you can’t afford them anyway.”

Kaze slowly nodded and took his attention away from the window, he was a businessman just like Jumbo. Wealth divided the two, but surely not work ethic, he could gawk at Jumbo’s riches later. “Alright, so your guy told me you wanted to partner up. I’m not sure what I can offer you, but I’m interested in hearing you out.”

“I’m sure of what you can offer me and that’s what counts.” Jumbo smiled as he snapped his fingers a bowl rose from the floor containing various nuts and slid attached to a stand towards the elephant. Using his trunk, Jumbo grabbed two nuts from the bowl and tossed them into his mouth proceeding to chew on them. “Macadamia nuts, the good kind, imported from Hawaii. If it’s too rich for you I also have peanuts.”

“Aren’t we about to have dinner?” Kaze refused the mouth watering goodness that were Jumbo’s nuts.

“True, but I never miss a chance to bulk up and that means snacking between meals to one with the power of Healthy Obesity.” Jumbo helped himself to the rest of the bowl before dismissing it. “In general I try not to discuss business with the hungry, I like my affiliates to be focused. Focus, remember that word Kaze it is the very essence of my success.”

Things got quiet after that, Jumbo just sat there and ate macadamia nuts. The whole thing was starting to creep Kaze out. The silence combined with Jumbo’s attire; a red and black suit with gold buttons each button hand carved to feature a separate member of the Hindu Pantheon, topped with a hat. The hat in and of itself was rather mundane, a simple fedora to top the pachyderm head it was the feather that was vexing. Jumbo’s hat although looked to be of a rather inconspicuous size that was only because of how it looked when worn by Jumbo as anything would look to be the right size if it’s in ratio with things of similar build. The truth was the common man could wear Jumbo’s hat as a coat, so for a feather to fit in this hat and not look comedically miniscule it would either came from an Ultra with weight based abilities or Jumbo hunted a non-morphic bird of that size himself. The former seemed more likely, but then again the rich did enjoy their trophy hunting. Kaze’s appraisal had not yet reached its end, just when he thought he was done sizing up Jumbo he noticed something at the elephant’s feet. It appeared to be some kind of plant, maybe a down tree, resting horizontally behind Jumbo’s massive feet, the purpose of this was unclear.

The silence in the car mixed with the gaze in Jumbo’s eyes made the whole trip uncomfortable, the look in Jumbo’s eyes was to say the least hostile. The aura the elephantine entrepreneur gave off was one that despite his best poker face still had Kaze on edge, the forefront of his mind was telling him to be calm yet his fighter’s spirit was determining the right way to grab Jumbo’s tusks to hold him back if he charged at him. The whole car ride could be accurately described as a Purgatory of paranoia, a boring calm that may or may not become some kind of Hell at any moment. Unlike Hell however this did not last an eternity and after twenty uncomfortable minutes the vehicle stopped.

“We’ve arrived my good lynx.” Jumbo stood up and stretched his back first followed by his next.

If not for the window Kaze would have no way of knowing if the limousine had come to a halt or not, the quiet engine and smooth ride were far too good at their jobs so not even their absence was detectable.

“Glad to hear it, I’m famished.” Kaze said in response as he looked over the door and could not find the release for it. Truthfully I’m famished wasn’t what Kaze wanted to say to Jumbo, but rather you’re creeping me out and I think I want to go home, however he knew better. “Where’s the latch?”

“Up top.” Jumbo said pointing towards the ceiling, where sure enough there was the largest door opening module Kaze had ever seen far above where the cat could reach. “This motorized vehicle was custom built to my specific needs at great personal financial cost, I apologize if there are features you don’t find accommodating.”

“So, mind opening her up then or should I practice my run and jump?” Kaze asked appraising the area and height, now actively pondering if he could get to the door release latch by jumping.

“Let Leroy get it, he’s not good at doing much, so allow him the favor of doing what he’s good at enough to pay him for.” Jumbo answered as bent over to grab the tree like item under his feet.

Kaze winced as he saw a rear as wide as Jumbo’s, a behind as unbelievably thick as Jumbo’s, the amount of silk it must have taken to make such high quality pants in this man’s size could have made luxury clothing for an entire village. To say Jumbo Elephant had a big butt in these pants was a disservice and an insult to scales everywhere, it was more accurate to state that this was a dual asteroid in silk, a geological monument in human apparel. Kaze was used to being around Bertha and Enorma, but unless Jumbo was padding his clothing the lynx believed Bertha, baroness of a butt based brawling style passed down by her family, would be jealous. Kaze’s mind broke further imagining that since Jumbo was an elephant and thus even if not an Ultra Powered individual would still be this size it was only simple deduction that said the man’s reproductive organ would be traumatizing to witness. The only way Kaze could recover mentally was thinking to himself and asking his own brain if Jumbo had a sister and if so what was her gluteus maximus like?

The only thing that broke Kaze’s concentration upon this anal fixation was Jumbo’s human chauffeur opening the door and allowing escape from the calmest ride in the universe. Kaze stepped onto the sidewalk and looked up at a Taj Mahal inspired building with a large sign upfront reading “Kali’s Flavor” in red text affixed on a black background. The doorway to get in seemed to be big enough for the Lincoln Monument, giving Kaze the sneaking suspicion that this place too was designed with Jumbo’s measurements in mind.

“Kali’s Flavor! Oh ho ho” Jumbo’s voice seemed a tad warmer than it did in the car ride. Kaze turned to face the elephant only to realize that tree that he had been trying to pick up inside of his limousine was actually his walking stick, a long black staff taller than Kaze and as wide as a tree trunk. “Kali is a major goddess in the Hindu religion, Mr. Cat, her name in sanskrit translates to She Who Is Black or perhaps more appropriately when take context into account, She Who Is Death. Entire curry recipes have been written in her honor, for food of her calibur gives a burn hotter than the flames of what many faiths refer to as Hell. What I am trying to say Mr. Cat, is that I hope you like it spicy for the name is very appropriate.”

Kaze was slightly confused by how Jumbo’s voice now contained traces of whimsy and delight where before it sounded cold and to the point, but figured it best to make conversation now that the elephant was more up for it.

“So uhh, do you own this place?” Kaze asked

“My accountant wishes I did, then I would not be quite the spendthrift at this location. This is, hands down the absolute best food in all of Texas. I’ll eat at fine dining establishments from time to time to keep appearances, but my epicurean’s tongue only finds true satisfaction within these walls.” Jumbo smiled wide, the glow in his eyes was filled with the kind of wonderment had by a comic book fan shaking hands with Chris Evans at a convention. “Best you follow behind me Kaze, I’m a regular here so we’ll get a warmer reception if I’m seen first. No offense.”

Kaze shrugged and followed behind Jumbo into Kali’s Flavor, once inside it appeared as though Jumbo was right about the warmer reception as right upon his entrance a mouse waitress practically ran up to Jumbo.

“Well if it isn’t our biggest spender.” The she-mouse giggled an innocent feminine laugh intended as a form of flirtation. “The usual Mr. Jumbo?”

“Ah, Shanice Mouse, you know me so well.” Jumbo smiled as he kneeled over, his trunk scratching under the mouse’s chin. “I’ll take a seat by the back, with the usual request for the table to be replaced with one more, befitting my stature.”

“Oooh!” Shanice noticed Jumbo’s trunk discreetly slip three one hundred dollar bills into the mouse waitress’ hand. “Yes Mr. Jumbo sir, I believe it won’t take very long at all. I’ll have your table prepared immediately sir. I assume this leopard will be dining with you.”

“I’m not a leopard.” Kaze heard this often and was used to explaining it, eventually he may learn to just let it go.

“Are you sure?” Shanice asked.

“Did you just ask me if…” Kaze’s hand formed into a fist for a brief moment, but he recalled his time and place and opted to merely turn around. Kaze grabbed the small stub of a tail peeking through the hole intended for it in the back of his trousers. “Stubby tail, fluffier ears, sideburns, I’m a lynx.”

“I guess that is a silly question, my apologies. I’ll be back in a bit loves” Shanice curtsied and proceeded to walk quickly to the back, her body giving off a vibe of urgency.

Jumbo rolled up a sleeve and began looking at a watch that Kaze could wear as a choker if he were into that sort of thing. It was hard to make out exactly what Jumbo mumbled under his breath as that cold stare from the car ride returned to the face now looking at the watch. A few choice words Kaze could make out from the pachyderm were as follows. “Lazy”, “Table”, “My money” and “Good for nothing”, without much context connecting them.

It becomes clear to Kaze where Jumbo intended for the two to sit as he saw several members of the wait staff and kitchen staff struggling to lift a massive table at a spot close to the kitchen while a second team moved the other tables and chairs out of the way.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you told them in advance you were coming?” Kaze asked his eyebrows raised at the combined effort it was just to set up a place for Jumbo to sit, it was certainly no small task as he saw a chef who was a bear strain to get the table in place even with the help of his coworkers. The patrons who were asked to move their food seemed quite upset, but likely had their meals comped as none of them raised too much of a fuss.

“It’s a matter of principle my friend, when you want to retain the power for yourself you must always ensure the people are on your schedule, never the other way around. Free business lesson for you.” Jumbo said without taking his eyes off of his watch. From an outward view Jumbo appeared unhappy and annoyed, in his mind he was giggling like a loon that he successfully gotten an entire staff of people to see him as the center of their universe. It wasn’t just the low income workers making wages of 2.13 an hour plus tips who ignored everything that wasn’t the elephant’s pleasure, but the chefs and supervisors as well.

Shanice hurried over in a huff, clearly out of breath from her part in moving the table. “We’re ready to seat you and your guest, Mr. Elephant.”

Jumbo smiled and moved his hand away from his face and onto Shanice’s shoulder.. “I’ve been timing you and I think you may have set a new record for yourself. You’ve made me a very proud man Shanice, I want you to feel my pride for the rest of the night for it is the ethic of a successful she-mouse.”

This was some of the corniest showboating Kaze had ever heard, yet it seemed Shanice was eating it up as her face was positively aglow with hope that was not there before. The lynx did not believe Jumbo was proud of anything, if any knowledge was gained from this outing it was in just how artifical of a person Jumbo was. Jumbo’s hand was so massive it looked as though that if his hand were to slip he would tear Shanice’s head clean off. Kaze believed a decapitation would be more in line with Jumbo’s true feelings than the praise he gave.

Shanice Mouse took Kaze and Jumbo to a table near the kitchen, Jumbo required a booth all to himself while Kaze sat down in a more mundane yet still luxuriously comfortable chair. Kaze looked around to the other patrons and saw that since they had regular dining chairs and booths, this chair must have been one saved for anytime Jumbo brought a guest.

Shanice proceeded to take drink orders and hand a menu to Kaze, as Jumbo merely insisted upon having the usual.

“So if you don’t own this place, how can you do… All of this?” Kaze said referring to the giant hand-carved table the two sat at and the lack of restraint the eatery had in obeying Jumbo’s every request no matter how outlandish or impractical.

“I know the owner, a human from my home country who came to America as I did seeking fortune. I came by his establishment during a soul searching jog and when I couldn’t fit through the door I decided to just call the place and make a purchase for delivery. I was so impressed with the food quality I offered to have the whole establishment remade on my dime provided he do favors for me every now and then.” Jumbo boasted, he could casually spend millions without effecting his pocket and he loved that other people knew that.

“What sort of favors?” Kaze asked, somewhat suspicious.

“That is not your concern Kaze, we are here to discuss business, not interview yours truly for an episode of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.” Jumbo dismissed the line of questioning and produced briefcase from his coat pocket, it seemed to be quite a normal size case which went against tonight’s theme of living large. The only two things that seemed inordinary about the case where its metallic green colour and how the locking mechanism were comprised of six extra large buttons. Jumbo took the case, slide it so that it faced himself, and put in the combination revealing in the process the purpose for the buttons’ size was so that Jumbo could manipulate it.

After getting the case open Jumbo lifted it up and put it down in front of Kaze actively avoiding where the lynx was reaching for it. Kaze looked inside the case and saw a five page document. Each of the forums required four signatures, one from Kaze showing he read and understood the document, another from Kaze showing he agreed to the terms within the document, and the last two were the same, but for where Jumbo was meant to sign.

“Let me get that out of your way.” Jumbo took the case away when Kaze grabbed the contract from it. “The case is made of a rare alloy that I helped fund the creation of. It’s the ultimate in theft-proof devices, you see it is a matter of public record that I am an Ultra, an Anthro with powers far beyond other Anthros. My specialty being the ability to use more strength and force than my body should naturally be capable of, given that I am elephant that should be horrifying to you. What I am saying, is that there is no one in the State of Texas who could possibly budge my suitcase.”

“Is there anything you can’t afford?” Kaze asked in response to this, inventing your own metal just to make your suitcase a little safer, it was one of the more absurd things he had heard today.

“Not really no.” Jumbo actually had the gall to answer that question.

Kaze went straight to reading the contract, five pages did make it seem suspicious like there had to be a hidden clause somewhere that would screw him over.

“If you want we can wait until we have your lawyer present.” Jumbo offered making himself comfortable as he rubbed his belly, anxiously awaiting both Kaze’s answer and food.

“I don’t have a lawyer.” Kaze said in response. “And it’s not like I have any reason to trust one of yours.”

“Fair enough.” Jumbo replied and patiently awaited for Kaze to finish his reading.

After skimming through the first page, Kaze was relieved to find only the first page had to do with the deal itself. The others were information on remodeling for the Tornado Association and details of insurance policies that would take into effect if Kaze agreed to the deal. The deal itself seemed very generous, outside of legal liability for anything that happened in the Tornado Association that involved its staff which seemed far considering the amount of control over his own business Kaze got to keep from the partnership. Outside of giving Jumbo Sized Entertainment final say on what wrestlers actually get hired, Kaze still retained all creative control. The profits from Tornado Association, and that included from advertising and merchandising were split 60-40 in Kaze’s favor nothing about the contract seemed remotely suspicious.

“This is a dream come true, It’s like you’re paying me to be better at what I do. What’s the catch, what am I missing?” Kaze asked, giving the document another read.

“Well, I have final say on your staff as you and your girls will officially be working for me. I can already state that I fully intend for you to keep all members of your current staff, provided that nothing suspicious comes up after my company performs a background check on both. I pray this Bertha Hippo survives her check, I’ve been scouting the TAW for quite some time and I can already say she will be the star attraction.” Jumbo’s eyes were a glow as he clasped his hands. “Of course if anything of an illegal nature pops up, you will be taking full responsibility, but that’s just fair right?”

“Well, I can’t see how it wouldn’t be, so… Why do you even want the Tornado Association?” Kaze pondered aloud

“I want a league seperate from my main one that is women alone. You already have a women’s league, you already have two skilled fighters both Ultras, and so it’s just cheaper to partner with you than to build from the ground up. Especially if I want that league to be here in Texas in close proximity to my main male league.. I want men to watch women with big jiggly buttocks and full breasts beating the heck out of each other and I want women to feel empowered when they see their own gender throwing a punch. It’s an easy money maker and a tried and true method for the entertainment industry.” Jumbo was straight to the point.

“And the 60-40 split my way?” Kaze knew there was something here that made this too good to be true, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure it out.

“Do I look like I can’t afford to throw you a bone for getting some of the start up done for me? I’m a businessman, not a cheapskate. Now if you truly want to be a good samaritan about this and go 50-50 to put some money back in my pocket, I’m not complaining I could use a few more yachts to finish my armada.” Jumbo laughed at his own joke.

“Alright Chuckles, you’ve fixed my budget. Ya got a pen?” Kaze asked and was immediately tossed one from Jumbo’s coat pocket via the latter’s trunk. “Alright, and there’s my John Hancock. So… uhh guess I’m a millionaire.”

“How does it feel?” Jumbo offered Kaze a bro-fit, which the latter reluctantly accepted.

“I…. My mind is blown. I’ve gone from rags to riches in a single afternoon. I… I don’t know what to say…” Kaze was at a loss, did he really just secure his own financial future or would he wake up in his bed with this being all a dream?

“I’ll write you a sign on check before part ways tonight. Let’s say forty five million to give you a taste of what you’ve just paid for with merely a signature.” Jumbo grinned, he never got used to this. That spark in people’s eyes when he made princes out of paupers, that sparkle was the most precious gift Jumbo could give himself, another man’s complete and unwavering loyalty.

Shanice returned with various plates in her arms, the rest of the wait staff behind her. Every plate was for Jumbo, plates of grape leaves stacked high, extra large bowls of every curry known to man, enough pita bread to feed a small village, two platters full of gyros carefully assorted in a pyramid shape, and a small bathtub full of humus. There were more wait staff and chefs behind Shanice carrying everything from Alu Gobi to kebabs. An entire buffet was placed before Jumbo who immediately went to town on it. Any stereotypes about fine dining or requiring fifty different kinds of forks before every meal were disproven as Jumbo shoveled curry after curry into his maw, not stopping to swallow until the cheeks of his face were half as round as the cheeks of his ass. Jumbo proceeded to wash it down with a massive mug of an herbal tea.

Kaze didn’t blink, he merely looked to Shanice and ordered a chicken gyro with a side of cheese fries.

“Are you sure Kaze? It’s my treat afterall, go crazy I insist.” Jumbo said between shoving gyros in his mouth six at a time.

“.....And about thirty six chicken curries, extra spicy.” Kaze added sarcastically, but since Jumbo was obviously good for it Shanice put the order down anyway.

It was getting late when Jumbo sounded trumpeted his trunk with delight, his brown stomach full and somewhat exposed through his coat. The gluttonous elephant considered a second course, his body did desire further deliciousness. Though Jumbo’s tongue was ablaze it was a good burn, like a blaze of raw power coursing through his tongue and down his throat as though he had become a dragon. That burn was Jumbo’s favorite thing about indian cuisine and he knew he could get it hotter and that if he really tried he could make his gut truly burst through all the buttons of his suit, all jostling about with a hearty meal. It was so tempting an idea to feast till he could burst, but upon realizing night had fallen he figured it best to get moving as he was still hosting Kaze and it would be rude if he didn’t see him taken home.

“Kaze, do you have any plans after this? Anywhere you need to be?” Jumbo asked slowly making his way out of his one man booth.

“I was going to go over the budget, but I don’t see that being a problem anymore.” Kaze replied as he stretched out of his chair and picked up all thirty six of his to-go boxes, with eighteen in each hand. “Why do you ask?”

“That’s quite impressive. I notice you are very physically fit man, but that’s some incredible control you have to keep them balanced like that. I know your women are Ultra, but you as well Kaze?” Jumbo eyed the way Kaze effortlessly lifted the various styrofoam containers

“Naw, I used to get into a lot of street fights, learned a few moves, at one point I learned that if you use your legs the right way and put your arms in the right position you can pretty much lift anything.” Kaze replied, he hated Jumbo at first, but now he could at least pretend to be civil.

“Fascinating.” Jumbo rubbed under his chin. “I doubt I’d much need of this technique, my natural strength could tear down this building. Regardless, I ask about your nighttime schedule because at the end of each night I like to retire to my spa for a nice sauna sweat. Really brings the day to a nice end, care to join me, partner?”

“Never been to a sauna before, so, eh why not.” Kaze agreed to this and left Kali’s Flavor with Jumbo.

Cycle of Renewal was the name of Jumbo’s Spa and unlike Kali’s Flavor, Kaze already had some familiarity with it. There had been various adverts for Cycle of Renewal on television and radio and he had overheard rumors of its high quality, especially from the heavyset.

Despite Jumbo’s usual modus operandi of Hindu Decor, the Cycle of Renewal Spa was built like a large Japanese Castle to such an extent that it looked more like a structure displaced from Edo’s Feudal Era than a spa. The only tell that this wasn’t the property of a shogun were its large parking lot and a big sign that said “Cycle of Renewal Spa” and under that in smaller text “An Official Subsidiary of Jumbo Sized Entertainment” in plain english.

When the two arrived Jumbo left his briefcase housing the TAW Contract inside his limousine as that was legitimately the safest place for it, whereas it was possible though unlikely he could leave it in the changing room. Kaze however brought in all of his chicken curries, and upon being asked why he responded truthfully that he had ordered them as a joke and hadn’t room in his refrigerator for them.

The elephant and lynx stayed close to one another, there was not much talking going on. Outside of Jumbo letting the receptionist know he had a guest the elephant was mostly silent as he headed to a changing room. Kaze however did not enter and instead opted to go back and drop off the curries back at the receptionist desk, after all it’s not like they would keep in a sauna.

Upon Kaze’s return Jumbo had removed a great deal of his clothes. The massive form of Juimbo was adorned in a sweat stained white undershirt and a pair of red satin boxers, the latter of which left visible an ungodly bulge in the aristocratic tusker. Kaze was not sure what was more painful to consider, the phyiscal incarnation of masculinity itself that rested inside these undergarments, how constricting silk must be for a crotch like that, or the sure amount of silk present to begin with. Overall, the phrase “Is that a NASA satellite in your boxers or are you happy to see me?” was one that came to mind.

“I’m gonna step right back outside until you’re decent, I’m sorry, I can;t look at another man’s…” Kaze was pulling his line of sight away from Jumbo.

Jumbo smiled as he rubbed his nethers, his testicles now being manipulated and made to visibly jostle within his outfit. “What’s wrong Mr. Cat? Are you perhaps noticing some nuts you do crave?”

Kaze had no idea if Jumbo was fucking with him, or potentially testing the waters to see if the lynx could be flirted with by a member of his own sex. Either way, Kaze began to hasten his departure from the changing room.

“Hmm… a shame…” Jumbo whispered to himself under his breath before raising his voice. “I’ll call you when I have a towel wrapped around me.”

“Good plan…” Kaze said just as he left the room. “Jesus fucking Christ… That was obscene.”

Kaze began to walk back to the lobby rubbing his head and attempting to get the image of Jumbo’s jumbos out of his mind. The lynx hadn’t gotten far when he noticed a familiar face eating one of the curries he had brought with him. This familiar face had been the fox early in the afternoon, the one who arranged things between himself and Jumbo.

“Good to see you again Kaze, so uhh… are you…” Spoke the Fox, though he caught himself and began to ponder his choice of words. “On the take, so to speak?”

“The take?” Kaze thought that was an odd way to phrase it. “I’m working for Jumbo now if that’s what you mean.”

“That is what I meant indeed, Old Sport.” The fox’s mouth began to turn up into a toothy grin. “So I assume you know what it is that we do in the shadows?”

“Sell asses to the masses?” Kaze wasn’t sure he liked where this was going.

“Oh good good, I wasn’t sure if you were in the know. Since you are, I can get Akai to give you a free sample. He owes me a favor, and I’d like to place myself directly on your good side. Afterall, Jumbo did seem very anxious to win you over.” The fox bowed and tipped his fedora to the lynx.

The good news was Kaze now had Jumbo’s private parts out of his mind, but the bad news was that in its place he had begun to start drawing darker pictures of just where Jumbo Sized Entertainment got its revenue from. The Kali’s Flavor Restaurant owing Jumbo favors, being on the take, getting a taste, if what Kaze thought was happening, was happening, it better not be. For now the best thing was to just go along with it until he was sure that this wasn’t a comedy of negative coincidences.

“Your treat then, asshole.” Kaze put on the tough guy act, it seemed like the better call and came more naturally than being nice did anyway.

“Oh yeah, big muscles, big attitude, you’re one of Jumbo’s boys alright. Name’s Vincent, like I’m new around here.” Vincent held out at his hand for a handshake, which Kaze didn’t give.

“Alright Billy Badass have it your way.” Vincent put down his curry and produced a keycard from his pocket.

The keycard was quite ordinary, and the door was large oaken door, sizable enough for Jumbo to get through as was every door in the sauna he owned. Upon the door was a plaque that seemed standard until you really started thinking about it. The door across the hall from this one read employees only, this door said “Misc. Employees Only.” What exactly is a miscellaneous employee. Well Kaze would figure that out.

Vincent and Kaze entered the door and went through a series of hallways. Whatever this was it better be worth it as it couldn’t possible take Jumbo that long to get a towel around himself and if it was something unseemly than he would be pissed.

“I don’t have all night Vince, I’ve got places to be.” Kaze began speed walking and Vince started doing the same though at a faster pace than Kaze attempting to lead the way and maintain his own illusion of control.

The fox took Kaze to a backroom that could be best described as a garage. The room was massive, had dirty grey floors, and two of trucks sized for someone of Jumbo’s stature. One of the trucks had its cargo door opened with nothing inside, clearly what it was delivering had already been dropped off, the other truck was still closed.

Vince ran up to the closed truck, more specifically a red panda standing next to the truck who could be described as a great deal heavier than chubby.

“Akai, my man, I take it the latest shipment of ass just arrived, or is this the heroin?”

“It’s ass, and a considerable amount of it. Why else would I be here?” Answered the red panda who’s named was apparently Akai. Kaze noted two things about his voice, it was somewhat flamboyant and had mild traces of an asian accent.

Akai did not wear a shirt, he only wore black pants with a red waistband. The lack of a shirt was either a cost saving measure on Akai’s part or a desire to show off the fact that much of his fat was nestled snugly into his chest giving him the appearance of breasts. Akai’s bosom was most impressive, Kaze could think of a few women who desired a chest like the kind this wah had.

There was a brief pause as Akai gained an intrigued look in his eye, his tongue licking his lips as he noticed Kaze.

“Hello Muscles!” Akai rubbed under his chin as he appraised Kaze with visible delight.

Before Kaze could react Akai became a blur of red, black, and white as the bear cat revealed his ultra power, the ability to move at deceptively high speeds. The shape of Akai became solid once again as he towered over Kaze, not quite as much as Jumbo had but the sudden appearance of a big wall of dark colored fur was off putting.

“Get the fuck out of my face!” Kaze roared.

“Oooh, someone plays rough… hehe” Akai smiled as he began to caress Kaze’s abdomen with his large black paws. “That your style, you work hard, you play harder?”

“I SAID FUCK OFF!” Kaze grabbed Akai’s wrists and pulled his arms apart before delivering a mighty kick to Akai’s stomach, who grunted in pain as he rubbed the wound on his spherical torso.

Akai recoiled, his eyes going wide for a second but only a second before closing those eyes and regaining his footing. The red panda’s joy quickly turned to a sliver of anger.

“I’d stay on Jumbo’s good side if I were you, show too much of that asshole side of yourself and I know a certain rat who’d appreciate the fight in you a lot more than I am dirtbag!” Akai snarled showing off his sharp teeth.

“I like tits, on girls.” Kaze met Akai’s fangs with a growl of his own.

“That’s all you had to say.” Akai moved his hands under his moobs trying to draw attention away from his belly, he didn’t want Kaze to know that it hurt more than what it looked like did.

“Now the next person who comes onto me better have a cunt, or I swear to god.” Kaze folded his arms. “Vince says you had something to show us, about a shipment.”

The fox put aside the curry he was snacking on trying not to drop it as he laughed at Akai’s complete failure to flirt with Kaze. “Hahahahaha… yeah, give him a taste of the good shit. As a welcome aboard present”

“I thought this was a newbie. Funny, the guy we’re getting to run a front for us is also a lynx.” Akai rubbed under his chin as he looked over Kaze once more.

“A front?” Vince swallowed and took a step back. “Wait, what kind of front?”

“A female wrestling league, but you didn’t hear it from me. What we’re doing with TAW is a need to know basis kind of thing. Loose lips sink ships and I’ve said too much as it is.” Akai shrugged as he opened the back of the closed truck revealing enough illicit substances to start a pharmacy of the damned. Whether this stuff was heroin or crack Kaze wasn’t sure, just that it was expensive and not something you find at a corner store. “Alright just a small taste, only so much of this can go missing before it comes out of my round loveable tush., it’s good stuff so a small taste is all you need handsome.”

It was at this moment Kaze and Vince both understood that they fucked up. Kaze already knew all he needed to know, now he just needed to find a way out of this. Jumbo mentioned he had left the contract in that briefcase in the car, getting to that contract and destroying it was the first step in locating an exit.

“We’ve got no time, I just remembered something Tiny needs help with.” Kaze began to make his exit, despite his fear he tried his damndest to make his body movement as casual and inconspicuous as he possibly could to bluff his way out.

“Tiny, you mean Slim, right? I don’t know anyone named Tiny.” Vince understood why Kaze wanted to leave, both of them were now neck deep in problems. At this point Vince was entirely aware of how badly he fucked up and just how severe the consequences could be and was actively trying to make Kaze’s life saving fib more convincing.

“Yeah I knew his name had something to do with being small. Slim, yeah sorry long day. A little tired.”

“Hmm…” Akai rubbed under his double chin he knew something was up and used his super sonic speed to cut Kaze off at the door. The lynx was taken by surprise by this maneuver and had a muzzle full of bearcat fur before he noticed what happened.

Kaze pushed himself away from the soft belly and growled at Akai.

“Out of my way lardass, Slim’s waiting.” Kaze pounded his fist as hard as he could into the palm of his hand to demonstrate a desire to use physical force.

“Yes, about Slim. That delightful tubbykin of a hippo, I haven’t seen his blue butt in quite awhile. How is his card collection coming along?”

Kaze rolled his eyes, it was a cheap trick to try and fool him this way, Akai was definitely onto him but it was overwhelmingly blatant that this bloated buffoon was attempting to play the game known as bluff the imposter.

“Asshole I watch movies, I know what game you’re playing. Slim isn’t a hippo, he isn’t blue, and he doesn’t collect cards. Now step aside, I have work to do.”

“Ooooh, see I prepared for that you lovely little lynx.” Akai laughed as he used his considerable belly to bump Kaze back away from the door. “I included one truth with two lies at not charge handsome, Slim is a grey hippo, you’re Kaze Cat, and Vince wasn’t supposed to show you this room.”

“Oh fuck…” Vince panicked and held his hat over his nose as a makeshift mask, as if concealing his identity to those who clearly already had that information would do him even the slightest good.

“I don’t have Jumbo’s meanstreak Kaze, but he does sign my paychecks, so.” Akai ran circles around Kaze trying to disorient him

At first Akai’s trick worked as Kaze’s eyes instinctively tried to follow the bulky yet speedy bearcat, however as Kaze’s head began to turn to continue keeping track of the dangerous and highly mobile ultra fat Ultra he began to fight his instincts by using his beefy chiseled arms to cover his eyes and hold his head in place to prevent certain dizziness.

“Jackpot.” Akai smiled as he continued his lapping around twice more, but on the third time around there was a minor adjustment to Akai’s foot which set his considerable rear end on a collision course for Kaze’s left side.

“Gaaahh…” Kaze could take a hit, but from a bearcat butt this bountifully big going at such a violent velocity sent the lynx reeling.

Before Kaze could regain his certain of gravity, Akai looped around for a high speed belly bump, one that connected directly with a powerful BOOF that would have sent Kaze flying backwards had Akai not interrupted the launch with tight grasp upon Kaze’s wrists.

Akai spun in place, Kaze could easily see where this was going. Each room in this massage parlor had quite a high ceiling. It was Akai’s plan to throw Kaze upwards to the upper portions of the wall. A fall like that wouldn’t kill Kaze, but it would wound him possibly even twist his ankle or worse. When one factored in the force of Akai’s throw unless Kaze thought of something he would be incapacitated with long term damage, not that it’d matter if Jumbo knew that Kaze knew he was a crime lord it’s unlikely that the lynx would be allowed to leave the spa alive.

“No hard feelings cat, I’m not a bad guy off the clock.” Akai teased as he was about to throw to send Kaze to certain peril when in the heat of the moment the lynx had an idea. “Yeowch…. You…”

Kaze had bitten Akai’s hand throwing off the trajectory and magnitude of this terrifying toss. Instead of being a splatter on the wall Kaze merely bruised his back against the door.

“Aww you fucker?” Akai started licking up at his wound. “You’re lucky you didn’t break the skin.”

“Yeah then you’d start trying to kick his ass.” Vince commented, having gone back to eating his curry as he watched

“Shut up Vince.” Akai grumbled as he cracked his knuckles. “You’ve got some fight in you Kaze, but unless you’ve got an ace up your sleeve I’m one good move from cleaning your clock. If you’re going to become a super saiyan now’s the time.”

Kaze said nothing, he merely ran for Akai’s legs the target he needed to attack to win this fight.

“Oh wait I know this one, you’re going to dive between my legs for a comedic testicular takedown. Oh ho ho ho.” Akai laughed as he struck his fist downward where it appeared Kaze would soon be approaching and missed.

Kaze ran to the side of Akai and right passed him, choosing instead to head for Vince.

“Hey hey, I don’t have a problem with you…” Spoke Vince as he cowered covering his face with his lunch, his body tensing up as he anticipated a powerful blow from the lynx. Instead all that happened was Kaze took the styrofoam container that had what was left of the chicken curry.

Vince relaxed and resumed a more casual stance relieved that he would not feel any pain. The red fox was about to say something snarky and annoying, that’s when Kaze’s fist became firmly planted in Vince’s face with a strike that drew blood.

“Fck…. mmphy fckn jaw….” Vince grabbed his muzzle as it bled, his attempt to move his mouth only causing him further pain as Kaze had just broke his jaw. “Ak..ai… mmphy..fckn jaw… kill hmmmm…”

“Hahahaha, if you were planning on holding him hostage, then that punch got even funnier!” Akai laughed at Vince’s pain, it had been Akai’s intention to chincheck that fox for all the harm he’d done this entire criminal empire.

Kaze merely narrowed his eyes at Akai’s, matching them to silently dare Akai into attacking with everything he had something that the boulder sized bearcat was more than happy to do.

“Hmmm…” Akai grinned as he grabbed his belly fat and sloshed it around, to non-verbally remind Kaze just how much of a gloriously gluttonous gut would be going into this attack. The threat was.well received as this gut seemed to like a hammer in a way. A hammer is something that could be used for the purpose of creating a foundation, just as this rotund figure rippled like a water bed jumped upon by a carefree soul starting a much appreciated vacation, hammers also had something for the malicious to enjoy namely a hard hit when one struck upon a living thing. The powerful thud noises created by Akai’s palms slapping against his gigantesque belly were quite loud and audible despite the relaxing reverberations of a jelly belly.

Akai had already decided the move that would fell this foe and it involved sandwiching this tremendous torso between Kaze and the drug-filled truck behind him. It wouldn’t kill Kaze, Akai didn’t want to do that, but it would be hard for anyone who wasn’t plus-sized like Akai was to stand up after a hit like that.

Kaze grinned he knew he had this as he held his arm back ready to throw the container of curry right in the attacking titan’s face with intent to both burn and blind. Taking his opponent’s very considerable speed into account Kaze made the decision to let fly his cuisine the moment Akai started to move.

It was no surprise to Akai when food met eyes, though it stung he kept moving. Akai had been one step ahead of Kaze this entire time something this well telegraphed did not take him by surprise, it didn’t matter to Akai that his vision was so painfully impaired as long as he squashed Kaze with his tubby tummy that was all that mattered. Kaze made no effort to dodge or get out of the way contact was certain to be made and it was; Akai ran right into Kaze.

“Is he… did.. Did you get him?” Vince asked as he looked on, not even bothering to pick himself off the floor.

Akai didn’t move, he just stood there with a confused expression on his face. Akai’s movement stopped, he definitely hit something, something that went thud against his belly, but most unexpected something that stopped his movement.

As Akai wiped the chicken, rice, and curry sauce from his eyes the sight his eyes opened up to where beyond his comprehension as he found himself being lifted into the air. Kaze in all of his grey furred form of 220 pounds of pure muscle actually lifting up Akai who weighed easily more than twice as much.

“You’re an Ultra?!?!?! I should have known...” Akai spoke frantically as his legs kicked and his arms slapped their mutual target of the air, hoping in vain that it would somehow free him.

“No, just really good at lifting!” Kaze beamed with pride in his own abilities as shifted his weight backwards to throw Akai into the truck spilling boxes full of bags of cocaine all over Akai. There was a joke to be made about Akai’s sexuality and being covered in white stuff, but Kaze wasn’t that kind of man.

Akai fumbled around, with the impact of the throw and all the boxes atop him he wouldn’t be getting up very quickly. Unless Kaze decided to hang around for too long he could consider this fight won.

“Ahh fuck, you beat the fasto-fatso…. ahhh...” Vince found a way to force himself to talk, but he didn’t want to for too long as it just upset his jaw further, so this one statement of the obvious was all he said.

Kaze slowly walked up to Vince with an arm raised ready to bop him again, Vince retaliated by cowering and getting back on the floor. This pathetic sight deserved little commentary, at least not anymore that what could be said with a fierce kick to Vince’s stomach one that knocked the wind out of the spineless broken jawed coward.

The next move for the Tornado Association’s owner would be in a quick jog outside the garage doors and a phone call to a friend.

“Come on, pick up, pick up.” Kaze rested his phone between his head and his shoulder as he proceeded to pace back to the front of the spa praying that Jumbo’s limousine was still there.

Outside of town, in the more rural part of the area, there was a farm that was both home and dayjob to one of the toughest women that Kaze had ever met. It was at this farm that Kaze’s desperate phone call would be received by Elizabeth Norma Pig, stage name Enorma.

Enorma was a large brown skinned woman with purple hair done up in a tasteful ponytail, she stood powerfully at around nine feet and weighed several tons, truthfully a giantess among men. At present Enorma was hard at work tending to her fields, most of her money came from her family’s farm, though she had love of her other gig as Kaze’s second most powerful wrestler, there wasn’t much money in being second best when you’re only one of two combatants.

Enorma wiped sweat from her brow as she plunged hoe into dirt with fierce might, she had a habit for not only growing large crops but many of them with her green thumb, every year she tried to have a more massive harvest than the one before. Though she enjoyed getting dirt under her hooves, she had been at this all day and was looking forward to a tall glass of lemonade with the possibility of going to the shooting range if she had any energy left.

It was because Enorma worked so hard that she was simultaneously annoyed and relieved when her ears detected the familiar sound of country music, a track selected for the ring tone of her phone in her back pocket. Placing her hoe down and standing by a tall tree, Enorma took this call as a chance for a quick break.

“Pig Farm, Elizabeth speaking..” Enorma had not bothered to look at the caller ID, merely pressing accept call on a phone bigger than most tablets, a model specifically designed for those with fat whether by diet or by Ultra status that one could call unmanageable.

“Enorma, it’s Kaze… and I have had one hell of a day, just kicked a red panda’s ass which sadly has been the highlight of these past few minutes.” Kaze spoke, he sounded uncharacteristically uncertain a rare sign of weakness for the lynx.

Enorma said nothing, she only snorted. Kaze was used to Enorma not saying much unless she had something to say, the phrase “It is better to be silent and be thought of as a fool, than to open one’s mouth and remove all doubt.” could be considered a personal philosophy of the porcine female.

“So, I’ll fill you in on the way, but I need you to come downtown, Jumbo’s Spa, Cycle of Reincarnation of something. Do you know where that is?

“Yeah.” Enorma answered the question and awaited more details.

“Great, I need you to come down, bring your truck, park a block away from the spa, within walking distance, but not too close. You’re going to pick me up, and we’re gonna go to the TAW Arena.” Kaze responded, having finally come to Jumbo’s limousine.

“Twenty bucks…” Enorma said bluntly, taking this all in stride, not even blinking.

“One second, I’ll call you back.” Kaze hung up his phone putting it in his pocket before trying to open the car, when he couldn’t he looked around for a rock thinking to break the window to get inside. Instead of a rock however he found Jumbo’s chauffeur, Leroy, the human.

Leroy was still in the driver’s seat, looking over a magazine with his seatback calm and relaxed. Yet Leroy still knew that Kaze was present despite his relaxed nature this meant that as far as the driver knew Kaze and Jumbo were still on good terms, meaning Jumbo likely didn’t know what transpired with Akai, something the elephant was not likely to remain ignorant of for very long.

Kaze tapped on the glass window, Leroy visibly sighed putting his magazine and rolled down the window.

“Yes Mr. Cat, are you and Mr. Elephant quite finished with your session?” Leroy seemed unsure and like he was struggling to keep proper eye contact with the lynx, Kaze pondered briefly if the human was a relative of a business partner of Jumbo’s making this hire a favor of some kind.

“Yeah, Jumbo left a briefcase in your car that he wanted me to get.” Kaze played it off pretty casual, keeping his lie simple and to the point.

“Didn’t think anyone else but him could lift it?” Leroy scratched his head as the human remembered Jumbo bragging about the immovable nature of his briefcase going so far as to agreeing to pay a million dollars if Leroy could even get it to budge, which he did not.

“Let me worry about that.” Kaze assured Leroy.

“Yes sir, Mr. Cat.” Leroy pressed a button next to the limousine’s PA/Radio system allowing the passenger side door Kaze wanted to open to unlock.

Jumping out of his driver’s seat Leroy marched up to the passenger side door and unlatching it from the bottom, stepped back ever so slightly as the massive door opened more and more, Kaze having to stand back himself to give the door actual space to open.

“Will you be needing anything else Mr. Cat?” Leroy bowed before Kaze and kept the pose, even tilting his head up to check for Kaze’s reaction.

Kaze was slow to answer that question, another man bowing before him like royalty, one whom if he drove around Jumbo all day was likely paid fifteen times what Kaze could earn if he had a suit and tie job. This sight was almost invigorating enough to make the lynx reconsider evacuating from this life of crime he was working so hard to escape, almost. Still, the fleeing feline cursed himself for having enough moral integrity to prevent him from a lifestyle so grandiose he could buy and trade small islands on a whim along with all the respect he desired.

“No, why don’t you go back to your break and let me handle this.” Kaze said jumping into the battleship of a limousine and cracking his knuckles, if Jumbo wasn’t exaggerating then this could possibly take all of his strength.

“Very well Mr. Cat.” Leroy did as he was told.

Kaze walked over to the jade green briefcase, it shone vibrantly as the sun reflected off of it lighting up the area around it like an emerald discotheque.

The first thing Kaze did upon entering the proximity the briefcase occupied to crouch down to his knees and grab the handle to see just how much force would be necessary to move it.

Kaze pulled up on the handle with one hand at first, but quickly began to require the services of both arms. It seemed impossible, the case didn’t give even the faintest notion of budging, it was as if Kaze had been trying to pick up the very earth itself. Tried as he might Kaze found himself hunching over to catch his breath.

To an outside observer it would seem as though Kaze’s goose was cooked and he’d have to abandon the suitcase to surrender to Jumbo’s whim in a new relationship in which the lynx simply knew too much to have any edge, but Kaze surrendered to no one, period.

Quickly getting out his phone, Kaze called Enorma once again.

“Okay, how fast can you get the Cycle of whatever… the damn spa house that looks an obese shogun lives there? Cause I don’t have a lot of time.”

“I can be there in fifteen minutes, five if I haul ass.”

“Well haul ass than, I need you to get as close

“Fifty bucks”

“Enorma I don’t have time for this.”

“Well you better pay the upcharge then, because I have a lot of ass to haul.” Enorma oinked as she slipped a four finger hand with cloven hooves as thick as a gorilla’s arm down the top of what ass was poking out of jeans with far too many X’s on the size tag to bother saying. The often silent Enorma never told Kaze this, but she knew he secretly desired to That boy’s taste in Super BBWs was as obvious as the rise of the morning sun, she noticed how Kaze’s eyes would wonder when she or Bertha turned their backs to him. Enorma loved money almost as much as she loved firearms, she wasn’t the seductive but some subtle hints here and there could make things swing her way. Enorma considered offering seventy five and she’d sit on Kaze for the drive there, but that would push into territory best left unexplored for now.

“Fuck yeah you do….” Kaze thought to himself. “Elizabeth Norma Pig if you weren’t both scary and female I would slap you. Fine, fifty bucks, but you better be here.”

“Oh I will be, every last ounce little boy.” Enorma tried to force a flirtatious tone, but abandoned it halfway through. The big pig hung up after that, she wasn’t sure what kind of trouble Kaze was in but as long as she could profit from it and it wasn’t her problem she didn’t give a damn.

Kaze put his phone away and looked back to the briefcase.

“I’ve lifted cars, I’ve lifted Bertha, if I put my mind to it I could lift that assclown Jumbo and Akai at the same time. So I KNOW that I can lift this briefcase!” Kaze psyched himself up as he shut his eyes to focus on bringing out as much of his strength as he could.

It seemed appealing the mind was the right way to go, which was lucky for Kaze as his other options were scarce at best. The inner strength of Kaze began to shine through as the emerald case lifted the lynx strained for a bit and then didn’t as he found the suitcase. It was something else entirely that seemed to be what truly helped as not only did the case become seemingly weightless but it felt as though something vanished from the air around it. It happened many times before when he was lifting someone or something very heavy, and seldom did he ever question it for now it wasn’t a mystery worth solving. A better thing for Kaze to ask himself was how was he going to explain this to Enorma and Bertha.

Kaze began walking down the sidewalk holding the briefcase under his shirt so that no passerbys could see him with it incase Jumbo put a price on the case itself, he didn’t get far when he heard a booming voice that made him want to run as fast as he could.

“KAZE!” Echoed the powerful lungs of Jumbo Elephant.

The first instinct Kaze had was to bolt with a swiftness that could challenge the messenger god Hermes himself, but the lynx ignored this to turn around to check on the situation if guns were pointed at Kaze running wouldn’t do any good.

The neck of the startled lynx moved at a normal pace, but to Kaze it seemed as though his head took an hour to move with his fear of the situation building. The sight that Kaze saw was indeed terrifying, though not for the reasons he anticipated, as Jumbo stood there alone with an ill-fitting towel wrapped around his nethers only partially blocking them from view.

“Kaze, you took awhile to return and now I see you on your way. Is everything alright? Do yu need a ride?” Jumbo’s voice sounded more concerned than angry, but Kaze wasn’t sure if it was an act or not.

“One of my peeps just got some bad news and I need to…. Assist them..” Kaze replied, but hated that a story that vague was all he had he had to add something else to distract from the suspicious lack of detail and ride denial. “They’re not far, so I can just walk.”

“I see, well I need to check on some… aromatherapy products we just got into today, they need my trunk’s final seal of approval. My associate in charge of that is late reporting in, so I’ve got a task at hand myself. Tell your friend I wish them the best.. I’d shake your hand but..”

“You’re naked.” Kaze finished Jumbo’s sentence, in a hurry to escape.

“Quite” Jumbo nodded as he replied. “I’ll be in touch, and if something comes up you have my number and or if I need you I can dispatch another courier to your workplace,.”

That reminder was more threatening than Jumbo intended due to the fact he did not yet know.

“I should go…” Kaze pointed behind him and started walking backwards. “Enorma needs me.”

The lynx hated himself for naming someone else and potientially dragging more people into this mess he got himself into, though Jumbo didn’t know yet he’d be pissed when he found Akai with facedown in cocaine eager to point the finger Kaze’s way where it sadly belonged.

Jumbo returned inside his emporium to get dressed and check on Akai, giving Kaze more time to escape than he thought, which although still wasn’t much it would be more than enough as Enorma’s truck was already on the horizon.

When Enorma picked Kaze up, the lynx said little remaining uncharacteristically quiet as he thought his burned bridge over, all Enorma was told was that Kaze needed to return to the TAW arena and the pig would be paid when they got there.

Epilogue-

An hour later Jumbo was adorned in his wrestling attire, red tights with black material covering his ass crack and crotch. This was a horrifying sight to the three men he called to his office, Jumbo only wore his tights if he was about to beat someone savagely rather in the ring or not.

The three quivering in seats unallowed to talk or do much aside from breathe until Jumbo allowed it, there would be no groveling, no begging, and not even any blinking if they didn’t want to incur the wrath of the world’s strongest man, were the following.

One of his large bodies, a term he often used to describe his bruisers, the red panda Akai

The hapless fraud of a fox who acted as one of Jumbo’s many dispoable couriers, Vince.

Finally, Leroy Smith, Jumbo’s human driver, the most out of place of them not only because he didn’t have fur or a tail, but because he had never had to be called to this office as his duties were minimal.

In some way, all of these men had failed the philanthropist pachyderm, and one of them would pay more than the other two.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen.” Jumbo gritted his teeth and rubbed his fist angrily into his palm as he stomped in his office leaving visible cracks in the floor he’d had to have fixed later, just like everytime he got sufficently angry, there was a good reason why unlike most CEOs Jumbo kept his office on the first floor. “Today was supposed to be a day worthy of celebration, instead. I find that all you were beaten, tricked, bamboozled, or otherwise made a fool of by a feline I could both obliterate with a my hands behind my back and on any other day purchase with the change in my pocket.”

“Well yeah… But it wasn’t my…”

Jumbo trumpeted right at Vince with a soundwave so powerful it knocked his chair to the ground. “Did I SAY you could talk? You’ll have a chance to defend yourself before I make any final decisions, any further interuptions and your employment with Jumbo Sized Entertainment will be terminated. Do I make myself clear?”

There was silence, exactly the reaction Jumbo was looking for. “How salubrious. Akai, you failed to defeat Kaze when he found the stache. Explain.”

“I was beating him, he had no chance against me, I could predict all of his moves and launch mine before he knew what happened. How was I supposed to know he could lift me while in mid-run, let alone throw me. Next time I see that little punk I’ll know he can do this and take his arms out before I try to bellyflop him, sir!” Akai said nothing further, but took the time to get up from his chair and bow before Jumbo.

“I believe you, alright Akai. You are loyal, competent, and as far as I can tell, lacking in luck as I am. You have my sympathy and my mercy.” Jumbo put his hand before the kneeling panda, who kissed it, a sign of respect in the criminal underground. “LEROY!”

“Yes sir?” Leroy looked Jumbo right in the eye and tried his hardest not to let his paranoia take full control.

“I can hardly blame you for anything, your duties are limited to driving where I tell you. In light of the situation we updating protocol. No one but my driver gets in my car for any reason unless I am with them or I call you on the phone with specific permission. If that is understood, then you are dismissed for the day and can return to your home, I will not be needing a chuaffer for the rest of the day. If you have any questions ask them now.”

“I understand sir.” Leroy did not bow he didn’t have that kind of relationship with Jumbo, he only drove, played ignorant, and never asked the specifics.

“I thought so, you may leave.” Jumbo said softly and calmly, though his tone quickly become angry once again. “VINCE! You, I’ve had problems with you from day one. You’re an idiot, a showboater, a kiss ass, spineless, disrespectful, and highly overestimating your own importance. I have kept you in my employ because you are prompt, on-time, and good at getting the message across, that’s all I’ve ever needed you to do, go to places quickly, give a message as I ask, and come back for another assignment. I’ve had you do oddjobs, like help unloading trucks and whatnot as I always have something I need done, it’s why I’ve never taken down the Now Hiring sign from any establishment I own.”

“I’ve always done what you say…” Vince pleaded.

“And several things I haven’t said it seems.” Jumbo picked up a remote from his desk and pointed it at a large screen that seemed like it belonged in a sporting event not an office, but it was a remote the size of a desktop computer that turned it on and it was owned by a man literally named Jumbo.

Akai, Vince, and Jumbo watched as security footage played not only showing Vince eating curry and talking to Kaze before leading him into an employee’s section, but the entirety of the conversation they had was audible so it wasn’t like Vince could try and lie and say Kaze threatened him or anything like that.

“You can’t record sound without the written consent of the person being filmed! That’s illegal!” Vince tried in vain to change the subject, it was a cheap tactic and one he knew wouldn’t work.

“I do a lot of legally questionable things, and those unquestionably illegal I hire people to do for me.” Jumbo sighed and turned the screen off before putting it back on his desk. “Tell me, was there any reason to take Kaze back there, did I tell you he was apart of my criminal empire, does he even look like one of my Large Bodies with his washboard abs and complete lack of a gut? Do you have even the common sense that God gave a mule? You give me no choice Vince.”

Jumbo walked towards Vince Fox and kneeled, not in respect, but so that the elephantine mafioso could look Vince in the face. “I’m afraid this is grounds for immediate termination.”

“Sorry Mr. Elephant, I…” Vince was relieved, he thought for sure he’d “I guess this didn’t work out, well I already know what’ll happen if I squeal on you. So I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

“Indeed, you are being let go” Jumbo sounded rather disappointed, but he wasn’t at all, instead he was quite furious as Vince discovered when he found an elephant’s trunk wrapped around his neck and his body being lifted several feet in the air.

Akai looked up with horror in his eyes as he knew where this was going.

Vince struggled, he tried kicking at Jumbo hoping to loosen himself but he found his legs wouldn’t reach as Jumbo’s trunk was a bit longer than Vince thought.

“Let go, from this mortal coil. If you have any last words Vince….” Jumbo closed his eyes, tightening his grip around the fox’s neck, strangling him, but still going tighter and tighter, Vince’s face making many configurations of panic and pain as the foolish fox felt his eyes starting to pop out of his skull, but as Jumbo’s Ultra Abilities came into play that tight grip became capable of turning bones into paste. All movement from Vince ceased as his body fell to the floor but his head remained in Jumbo’s trunk until it was relinquished.

“...I’m pleased that I won’t have to hear them.” Jumbo finished his sentence before quickly putting his gaze towards Akai. “I have use of a courier, but I don’t believe Vince will be able to take this job on account of his recent decapitation. It wasn’t a job he had the stuff for anyway so you’ll have to do it, you are a speedster so it shouldn’t take long.”

“Anything sir, name it….” Akai tried to keep his face locked with Jumbo’s, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Vincent's lifeless corpse.

Jumbo took a card from his desk, one that he had set aside with intention to give to Akai before. “Go to Rous Alley, find a man named Lardo Rat, it won’t be pretty, but it won’t be hard either, tell him to go this address and tell him this. Dinner’s on Kaze Cat, order the #4 Medium, he may have the pork special only if the need arises. Other than that keep to a diet, and as usual be discreet.”

Akai was already making a note of that cryptic, but food related code, Akai hadn’t met Lardo in person before but he had heard very unsettling rumors about him and from the nature of the code it seemed they were true. “Lardo, the voracious, Lardo the cat eater…. Him?”

“You have your job Akai.” Jumbo went back to his desk, this time to sit at it and begin to look through papers. “And I have mine, which reminds me. If Lardo finds a green briefcase while on the job tell him don’t try to lift it, just tell me about it.”

“I’ll let him know sir.” Akai bowed once more and left immediately to find Lardo.

Jumbo pushed a button on his intercom, looking at the corpse he left, it did not please him to have to slay an employee, even one as worthless of Vince, but in this line of work it can’t be helped. “Send in a janitor, there’s been a spill. Professional Level spill, bring garbage bags.”

After reporting his own personal code for having left a corpse in his office, Jumbo went back to work looking over the properties he owned, the properties he hoped to own, and his plans on what do about both as if the talk he just had to have never happened.