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"YAAA-HAH-HAH-HAH! And now that I won, I'll be taking these!"
Adon growled and tried to twist away, but it did no good. In moments the defeated street fighter was dumped to the ground fully naked. Joe Higashi, his opponent, stood over him, twirling his claimed shorts from one finger.
"These'll look great in my collection, ahahaha!"
"You weirdo! Those are mine!" Adon snapped, covering his crotch. "What kinda freak keeps a collection of shorts, anyway!"
"The winning kind! I'm now officially the King of all Muay Thai, baby!"
Joe Higashi was on top of the world. Not only was he the best Muay Thai fighter from the SNK side of things (having narrowly beaten out King and Hwa Jai for that title), he'd now proven himself over the Capcom side by handily defeating Adon too. The two had met on a dusty Thailand road. And, although the man had utilized lots of agile flips and flying kicks—in fact fighting much like Joe himself did—in the end he hadn't stood a chance against Joe's numerous tornado uppercuts.
Adon was staring at him, brow furrowed. "King... of Muay Thai?"
"That's right! Got a new belt made and everything!"
"But wouldn't you also have to defeat—"
"Did anybody ask you? Now git outta here, I don't talk to losers!" Joe spun Adon around and snapped his sweat-drenched shorts against his bare ass like a wet towel. The guy yelped. "Come back when you can handle my tiger kicks!"
Adon was chased off with more snaps, hands flying to his stinging rear as he ran off down the dirt road. Joe snickered at the bare-assed guy who'd soon be making a spectacle of himself in the nearest village. He put his hands down the front of his shorts, fondling himself smugly as he felt the breeze on his chest.
"Aaahhh... it feels good to be the king."
"But you are not the king."
Joe whirled. A large, dark figure had appeared behind him, male, with a threatening aura despite making no overt move towards him. Joe leapt backwards. "Ora ora! Who the heck are you!"
"Hmmmm." The man considered, before smiling darkly. "You claim to be the King of Muay Thai? Well there are many who call me... the Emperor of Muay Thai."
He was extraordinarily tall. Not just that, the guy was ripped. Bald-headed, with an eyepatch like he was some sort of gangster. He was dressed only in a pair of shorts and hand and ankle wraps, much like Joe himself was. A terrible scar covered nearly his whole chest. In short, he looked like a total badass and even Joe was momentarily cowed by his presence. But he quickly recovered and puffed his chest out.
"Let me guess... Sagat, right?” he sneered, “I've heard of you. You were supposed to be a big champ once, but you've been washed up ever since losing some big tournament."
Sagat inclined his head. "A certain variation of that is true, yes. Ever since losing to Ryu I've been... reexamining aspects of my life. Wandering, training, even doing some teaching. Adon, in fact, was my apprentice."
"Your apprentice, huh?" Joe grinned cockily. "If that's what your teaching led to, I've got nothing to worry about!"
Sagat favored him with a polite chuckle. "Adon is not my finest work," he admitted. "A foolish whelp, always more keen to challenge me than improve himself. Too impatient for his own good. In fact..." His eye glinted. "You remind me of him quite a bit."
Joe bristled. He squared up with Sagat, standing with their chests inches apart even if that meant he had to tilt his head far back to meet his gaze. "I'm not scared of some has-been. Let's go! Unless you're scared I'll take your shorts too! Ora ora! Then I really will be the unchallenged King of Muay Thai!"
Sagat's eye danced. "Take my shorts? I suppose you can try." He folded his arms over his scarred chest. "Ordinarily it would matter little to me what an upstart like you thought of me. However, seeing as I just watched you humiliate Adon, I suppose I do feel a certain obligation to balance the scales. A taste of your own medicine might do you good."
"HAH! So you wanna take my shorts? Go ahead and bare this butt then—if you can!" Joe danced back, turned about, and dropped his shorts to moon his enemy. Sagat's eye twitched as he surveyed the toned rump.
Generally, those who were mooned by Joe Higashi fell into three camps. Most were disgusted by the sight. Many were enraged. But some—the very rare few—understood exactly what to do with a butt like that; and just what it was begging for.
Sagat, it should be said, fell into all three. He flowed through the phases like a tiger swam through a calm pond. After a moment though he settled on the latter. His eye glared, his fist clenched, but more importantly... his palm itched.
That was an ass begging to be punished.
Reaching back, Joe went so far as to give one of his cheeks a loud slap before swooshing his shorts back up, completely unaware of what he'd unleashed. He grinned cockily. "Ready to be humiliated, big guy?"
Sagat merely inclined his head. "We shall see who humiliates who."
Somewhere, an invisible countdown seemed to take place. 3… 2… 1… And the two fighters sprang at each other.
"Tiger Knee!"
"Slash Kick!"
The two moves met, and both men fell back clutching their ribs. One may have been a loudmouth and the other a former crime lord, but both were true masters of their craft.
Joe followed with an overhead axe kick. Sagat responded with a Tiger Uppercut, knocking him back. He pressed his advantage with a Tiger Knee, but Joe connected with his own variation on it, a flaming knee strike that sent Sagat flying and nearly set the hem of his shorts on fire. Joe smirked as he planted his hands on his hips.
"What's the matter, old man? Can't handle a REAL champ?"
Turning about, he thrust down his shorts and cackled as he mooned Sagat again. Indeed, mooning was one of Joe's favorite battle techniques. It psyched his foes out and broke their concentration. Adon had been baited out—and punished for it—numerous times during their match. And if it'd worked on the student, it’d work on the master, right? Joe wagged his bottom, certain Sagat was seeing red.
But he could never have anticipated the consequences this time for baring those sweet cheeks.
In one smooth motion Sagat knelt and threw his arms out. "Tiger Shot!" A wave of fire swept out—and impacted squarely on Joe's ass. Joe squawked in shocked pain and leapt straight into the air.
"YEEEOOOOWWWW!!"
He landed and hopped around, fanning at his singed cheeks. "Hey hey hey!" he shouted, "That's not fair!"
"No?" Sagat asked with a dark chuckle. "Then I'm sure you'll find this to be downright cheating."
Joe had foolishly left his shorts down. This time Sagat put his full power into the maneuver. Crouching down, he gathered both both arms and swung them out like the paws of a massive tiger—and propelled an energy crescent of sheer destructive force. "TIGER CANNON!"
If the pain Joe had experienced before was bad, this time it was overwhelming as a blistering wave of fire downright engulfed his ass. He hooted and screamed as his shorts literally burned away, leaving nothing but bare skin behind. He fell to the ground, his ass literally smoking.
"Th... that's hitting below the belt...!" he wheezed.
Sagat shook his head. "By presenting it to me, you made it a valid target. That is the #1 rule of street fighting. Speaking of..."
He bent and gathered the shorter fighter under his arm, knelt, and slung him across his knee. Joe went over with a groan, too beaten to be aware of what was happening. But realization reached him when the first hard swat rebounded across his cheeks. His eyes widened and he bucked in place.
"Aahh! Wh-what're you doing!!?"
"Teaching you a lesson," Sagat told him simply. He raised his palm and delivered another hard slap. "One that's evidently been needed for some time."
"O-Ow! Hey, you can't do this! I-I'm the King of Muay Thai!" Joe protested, trying to rise from the humiliating position. But all he accomplished was raising and wiggling his ass before the next hard spank came which sent his hips careening back across Sagat's knee. "GAH!"
"I believe this fight proves otherwise."
"Y-you cheated! Shooting fireballs at my butt! You're not supposed to do that!"
Sagat gave a dark chuckle. "Perhaps you'll remember this next time you present your bottom to your opponent."
He peppered that ass with slaps and spanks. His palm was rigid as steel and each swat was delivered with a sternness that belied the ridiculous punishment. Joe's buttocks clenched and bucked under the abuse.
"Oooooh! O-OWW!"
"Adon, too, had to learn this way over my knee many times during his training. I haven't forgotten the knack for discipline. Perhaps I should take you on as another of my students?" Sagat asked with a low chuckle.
"Hey hey, don't lump me in with a failure like him! I'm not like—OwwwwwWWW!"
Spank after spank nailed his writhing cheeks. Joe reached back to protect himself, but Sagat easily seized his wrists and pinned them against his back. That left Joe all but helpless over the Emperor's knee, with each new spank only reinforcing his defeat. He flushed wildly at realizing his position. Squirming and kicking in place, buck-naked, butt cheeks burning... and each moment only increased the shame.
"Oww-owwww-owwwwwwwWWW!"
"On the contrary, what I seek to bestow upon you is the folly of pride. No man is immune to defeat. No man, no matter how skilled, is immune to being punished like a child. I had to learn this lesson once, and it strengthened me. Refined me into the man I am today. Now I deliver it to you, in the most direct way I can."
As he spoke, each word was accompanied by another hard swat to Joe Higashi's upturned buns. Each point driven home by another burst of heat and pain to the arrogant fighter where it did the most good. Sagat observed him as he worked. Each spank brought with it an accompanying jerk and twist. Both Joe's buttocks was a blazing red by then, burning nearly as hot as the fire which had first scalded them. But would it be enough to get through to his ego? To rattle apart the chains of overconfidence he'd bound himself in, seeing them as strength?
He doubted it. No, not yet.
"O-ouch! You—Aahhh! This isn't—OWWW!"
Sagat shook his head. "Now is not the time for you to speak, but to listen. Each strike of my palm is seeking to impart an important lesson, if only you will hear it."
"Aaaahhhh! I—I'm not—Oooh!"
Joe Higashi's well-muscled cheeks danced under the onslaught. Each hard spank made the buns color and bounce. Joe twisted his hips valiantly in order to evade the harsh punishment, but it was a fruitless endeavor. Sagat was implacable. His palm struck ruthlessly with an iron will. He would not be satisfied until he felt the lesson had been received.
And that only happened when Joe Higashi began to outright bawl like a baby.
Sagat regarded him, cataloging the ways in which various men broke. Joe Higashi wept as energetically as he did everything else. He put his entire spirit into his cries, tears coursing down his dirty face. His ass radiated heat like a furnace. This would be a defeat he'd remember for some time.
One final smack sent Joe howling into true contrition, his ass aflame. Sagat rolled him off his knee in a show of contemptuousness, but the truth was he desired for Joe to improve himself. If he needed to present himself as the man's enemy in order for that to happen he would gladly make that sacrifice, as he had for so many others. He rose and stood over his defeated foe with one foot planted squarely on his back like a conqueror, watching him carefully.
"Will you now relinquish your title, 'O King'?"
There was a moment then, when the world seemed to quiet. Most men, when faced with a humbling punishment from a fellow fighter, were unable to look within themselves. They were unable to internalize the lesson they'd been given and rise above it. But some—the rare few—had that potential. Ryu was one such man. Any spanking he received only strengthened him in the long run, making him into the noble fighter he was today. That was one reason Sagat respected him so. But did Joe Higashi, of all people, have that same potential?
Slowly, the buck-naked, red-assed Muay Thai champ turned his head to him. And... he grinned that shit-eating grin he was so known for.
"H-hell no! I'll always be the King! Just means I gotta train harder—to come back and stomp YOUR butt! Then you'll be the one getting the spanking, ora ora ora!"
Sagat stared at him. Then a laugh bubbled up from within him, dark and bitter. Not everyone was meant for absolution. But perhaps that was alright too. There were, after all, many paths to enlightenment. And just because he'd found success on one did not mean it was meant for all.
He crossed his muscular arms over his scarred chest, smirking down at his newest rival. "Then I look forward to our next match. I'll dethrone you as many times as you wish, 'Your Majesty'. Because the true Emperor of Muay Thai is right here." He thumped a fist against his rock-solid right pectoral. "And I'll show you that as many times as you need. But each time I do, this..." He shifted his foot to rest on Joe bare, fiery red butt. "Will only get hotter."
"Grrrr..." Joe squirmed as that slight pressure seemed to reignite all his blisters. He ground his erection into the dirt. "W-we'll see about that! You may have spanked me once, but it won't happen a second—"
Sagat lifting his foot was all the warning Joe received.
"Tiger shot."
Joe howled as another fireball impacted squarely on his spanked ass. Chuckling, Sagat left him there, nude and beaten and his rump smoking. The village down the road would be delighted to receive not one, but two buck-naked and defeated Muay Thai fighters that day. Perhaps Adon and Joe would recover together as men like them did. Through bluster and big talk, even knowing they were lies. Perhaps because they were lies. That was the way of such men.
Sagat knew from hard, personal experience that many men—even the greatest of kings... indeed, even the mightiest of emperors—needed such lessons to be repeated until they well and truly stuck.
From that day forward he would see to it.