It was an average day on Carel’s gym. The same clients were coming in and out of the gym. They greeted him, did their routine and left. There were the occasional new members, but he didn’t get to spend time with them. He often got to know them after they spent a few weeks at his gym. At the moment, he was too busy doing office work.
Somehow, it’s easier and way more fun to be a gym member than a gym owner. You get less paperwork and you get to do actual gym work.
He was currently checking his email when he found a peculiar message.
“Check my video, Carel. You’ll love it…Nyarai.”
“Nyarai!” he whispered to himself before covering his mouth and making sure nobody heard him. Thankfully the door of his office was close and his brother Drega was out of the gym, probably womanizing.
What does Nyarai want with me? I haven’t seen her since my sparring match with her. Well, I better check her video. She went through the trouble of finding my email.
Ignoring the fact that he didn’t give her his email, Carel typed the website Nyarai sent him. Thankfully, it had no virus. It was a relief because he didn’t feel like explaining to tech support how he got his computer infected in the first place.
On first sight, the website looked like a video browser dedicated to supermodels, maybe a porno site. However, Carel knew better because he had met some of the women featured on this page. This was a website to promote Combagals through videos.
Why did sent me here? Is it because she wants to show me a video featuring her or the Cyclone Crushers? How will I find it then? It’s not like I’m going to find a file labeled “Cyclone Crushers” or something!
As his good luck had it, there was a section of videos featuring the Cyclone Crushers. After clicking on the name of the team, he noticed that the video archive was segmented in files for each individual member in alphabetical order for easier detection. In a further stroke of luck, Nyarai was pretty much making her first video debut too.
“Talk about a triple convenience,” Carel smiled as he checked on Nyarai’s file, which had her single video.
The video was titled Melon Crusher and the thumbnail featured Nyarai holding a melon with her feet. Carel raised an eyebrow at the image in front of his eyes and the title of the video.
What the hell is she planning on doing? Is she going to squish that melon to pieces with her feet? How is this going to promote her Combagal career?
Looking back, not too long ago, Carel remembered that there was a trend of attractive females trying to show how strong their legs were by squishing watermelons with their thighs. In a sense, Nyarai was probably doing the same thing but taking it up to eleven by doing it with her feet.
So she’s doing the melon challenge with her feet? I guess that’s the appeal. She kicks hard, but kicking is different than gripping.
In theory, crushing a melon with feet would be possible by stomping it since a person could use their full body weight. Here, Nyarai was going to use the full power of her legs and transfer it to her feet into a vice grip. He wasn’t sure if it was possible, but he wanted to find out.
Making sure that the door and windows were closed so that nobody could hear him, Carel lowered the volume and then started playing the video at a pitch that only he could listen.
The video started with Nyarai sunbathing at a beach. She noticed-or pretended to notice-the camera and presented herself.
“Hello, there,” she said with a relaxed tone. “I am Nyarai of the Cyclone Crushers. It’s been a few days since my debut and I’m resting after working so hard to obtain the Masato Championship.”
The camera moved to Nyarai’s left to show a huge golden belt next to Nyarai. Carel felt his jaw drop.
How the hell do you get a championship belt on your first match?
“I’ve had fans asking me how did I win that fight,” Nyarai leaned back, resting her arms on the sand. “Well, I trained hard, I specialized my fighting style on my strongest point, and I had a good diet.”
The camera suspiciously moved to Nyarai’s right to show a huge melon before moving right back to her.
“Yes,” the cheetah laughed innocently. “Melon is part of my diet. It’s hard to crack but very delicious and nutritious. That being said, there is one way to know that this fruit is perfect and that it gets you the results you want.”
Nyarai’s innocent smile turned confident. To the spectators, that smile looked confident. To Carel, who sparred with Nyarai, that smile was predatory based on that glint on her eyes.
I’m already feeling sorry for that poor melon.
The cheetah elegantly lifted her legs and directed them towards the melon, easily lifting it with her feet and directing it towards the camera. As Carel looked at the melon that Nyarai was holding vertically, he realized it was almost twice as large and thick as her feet in comparison.
She must be really confident of her strength or she practiced this trick before.
“Many of you probably saw this watermelon challenge where someone uses their thighs to crack a melon open,” Nyarai smiled confidently as her feet played with the melon by spinning it left and right and up and down. “But, frankly, anybody who commits to a strict exercise regimen can do it.”
“I can’t do it,” Carel whined. He had strong legs from running, but he never cracked a melon with his thighs. Even if part of it was because he didn’t want pulp and juice on his legs, he was sure he wasn’t that strong.
“Anybody can train a body part and claim it their specialty, but you need to go beyond the rest,” Nyarai lectured as her eyebrows furrowed, turning her confident smile into an evil grin. “Tell me, how many Combagals who specialize in leg fighting can do this little trick?”
She held her legs straight. Her muscles were tense yet relaxed as she leaned back and focused all her power in her lower extremities.
CRACK
There was a shot to the melon, probably made by another cameraman, held immobile by her feet. Little fissures were spreading on the sides of the melon, more accurately from the places that were being squished by Nyarai’s feet. The camera zoomed in to show the fissures growing in size and then it zoomed out to show how far they spread out. The melon was already covered in many cracks all over its body with some of its juice leaking out and falling into the sand or squirting in between Nyarai’s toes.
“Now let’s go for the climax!” Nyarai grinned as she leaned further back, thrusted her legs forward, and bent her ankles, using them as a spring to transfer all of her power into her feet.
SQUELCH-BOOM!
The sound that Carel heard was hard to describe. It was like a combination of two sound happening at the same time. The squelching he heard was the sound of the melon as Nyarai’s feet gripped it so hard with unnatural strength that she blew it to pieces. The booming sound was the sound of Nyarai’s unnatural foot grip creating a sonic boom as she cracked the melon. He didn’t realize it until the scene was replayed, this time in slow motion and with a close-up of the melon’s demise.
The melon exploded by feet embracing it. A shockwave erupted from the center of it, sending pieces of the fruit in the air and on the ground. Its juice was spreading in between Nyarai’s toes. The pulp was smeared on Nyarai’s soles and toes with some strands connected to each other. Some of the pieces of the melon fell beneath Nyarai’s feet, like a victim’s corpse falling beneath its executioner.
The scene was replayed several times. It was clear that Nyarai wanted to show her power as much as her beauty and she had Shun hire as many cameramen for the job. Each cameramen replayed the crushing scene at different angles and speeds.
There was a shot from Nyarai’s perspective that allowed the viewers to see the melon’s destruction from Nyarai’s eyes. It was probably a way to motivate female viewers and give them a taste on how it meant to be strong enough to do something incredible of her level.
Although I doubt any woman would actually try to replicate this feat unless they’re really proud of their legs.
Then there were two discretion shots with one scene focusing on Nyarai’s feet about to squish the melon before it traveled to her legs and upward to her body as she smiled at her success with the second scene focusing on her feral smile as the camera traveled downward until it focused on her feet squashing the melon into oblivion.
A nice way to focus on Nyarai’s body. It reminds us that her legs and feet are tools of power and beauty, but it also reminds us that the rest of her body should not be ignored when it comes to appreciation.
Finally, the melon’s death was replayed a few more times. One of them was from below, possibly with a camera hidden underneath the sand. Two more scenes were played by filming them from the left and from the right. And another was filmed from above, probably from a safe distance to prevent the flying pieces of melon fruit from destroying the camera lenses.
I take it they want to show the melon’s destruction to ensure the authenticity of Nyarai’s trick. The camera work looks fine. It looks as realistic as any film you’d watch on a cinema. I think these are cameras you’d find on a lab if they can record shockwaves like that. Shun must really be stacked in money if he let Nyarai pull something like this.
“A true Combagal must be able to do something that even her rivals can’t do,” Nyarai’s predatory grin relaxed, turning into a smirk that still hinted at her prideful arrogance.
The camera did a close-up to her pulp-coated soles. It lingered on one foot, then on the other, and then it zoomed out to show Nyarai as she showed them to the audience.
“If you want to call yourself a Combagal, start training,” Nyarai lowered her feet, still smeared in pulp into the sand, hiding them from view.
I take it that this is where the fanservice ends.
“If you want to become a champion like me,” Nyarai picked up a piece of melon and gave it a testing bite. “I suggest you go beyond just training. Find a specialty and make it more than your own. Make it so that you’re the number one there. I’ll see you soon either at my next video…or at my next match!”
Nyarai ended the video by swallowing the piece of melon with a huge bite, showing all of her teeth in a feral grin.
That’s the Nyarai I remember.
With the video finished, he focused on the comments and the likes. Surprisingly enough, thousands of people had visited Nyarai’s video and most of them had put like to it with no single dislike present. Even the comments there were respectful.
I didn’t think Nyarai was that beloved. Maybe that championship fight was something else. I’ll send her a comment.
Carel spent ten minutes making an account. It was a tedious work for him, putting personal information, like his email and such, but it was worth it. He made a username that he was sure Nyarai or Shun were going to understand from the get-go: Gym-Car.
I’m pretty sure both of them know that I have a gym from my first meeting. That’s not counting the fact that they sent me an email.
Carel clicked on the comment section, but then he got a warning that he read out loud. He made sure to keep his voice low though, lest his patrons at the gym heard him.
“All Combagals in this site are public idols. If you are lucky, they can and will address you. However, we ask the users to post respectful comments. We will not allow trolling or harassment of any kind towards the Combagals or members of this community. Each comment will be subjected for a two-minute edition before posting. If there are no violations to the rules, the comment will be posted immediately. If violations are detected, your comment won’t be posted and you will be given an infraction and forbidden from commenting on the video for over a week. Failure to comply additional times will give you more severe punishments will earn you a lifetime ban. Do you agree with these guidelines? Press Yes or No.”
Carel gulped. Those looked like they were severe terms. He couldn’t back down. If he pressed Yes and messed up, Nyarai would probably come to his gym and kick his face in, probably ruining his reputation. If he said No, Nyarai would probably assume that he was going to say something perverted about her and still kick his face in, resulting in the same consequences. It was a lose-lose unless he posted a really good comment.
“Maybe if I read the comments they posted,” Carel checked on the comments and was disappointed with what he saw.
They were mostly standard comments praising Nyarai on how cool, awesome, and powerful she was. Normally most people would be honored, but they were superficial.
And something tells me that those brave enough to post something more eloquent were foot perverts who got themselves banned.
Carel sighed and composed himself. Well, he didn’t go to Nyarai’s first match, but he did spar with her. He could make something out of it. He took a deep breath and started speaking as he typed.
“I had the honor of watching Nyarai as she fought and this video proves that her legs are her greatest weapon. The watermelon challenge is a challenge involving breaking a watermelon to pieces using your leg strength, usually by squishing it with your thighs with a scissorhold. Nyarai goes one step further than that by using a vice grip with her feet. It looks like she’s showing up at first, but the fact that she accomplishes the feat so easy shows that she can back up her claims. Unlike most melons that crack, her melon explodes thanks to the embrace of her feet, showing the explosive leg strength that Nyarai prides herself in. The cinematography is excellent as it shows the melon’s destruction through different angles to show the authenticity of Nyarai’s feat of strength as you can see Nyarai’s legs tensing while her body relaxes, essentially watching her pour every bit of power on her feet as they destroy their target. The camera work is impressive with the slow motion as you can actually see a shockwave, not only demonstrating Nyarai’s immense strength, but also showing the quality of the cameras if they can actually record what’s essentially a sonic boom, something that should be as fast as the speed of sound. The lesson that Nyarai gives is one of hard work and to never let yourself be satisfied. Don’t just find yourself a specialty, just because you’re a boxer doesn’t mean you won’t find someone who knows more about punching that you do, train more so that nobody knows better than you in that regard. Maybe that way you’ll become a champion not just in fighting, but at any sport or activity you desire.”
Satisfied with comment, Carel posted it. To his surprise, he didn’t have to wait minutes. It was over and analyzed in less than twenty seconds.
Damn. Shun really knows how to pick them. Feeling that he did a good work, Carel logged out and continued his work at the gym.
Back at his apartment, Carel was checking his email from a client when he got another email. It had the same direction from the one he got this morning.
It’s from Nyarai.
With great reluctance, Carel clicked on the link. The message showed the comment he wrote on the website Nyarai had him visit, copied and pasted with over a hundred likes. Underneath the picture, there was something written.
“Dear Carel, Normally, I don’t like to idle chit-chat. That being said, I’m kind of glad you bother writing something worth posting on my video. Most of the fans posted something lame or something perverted about me. However, since you’re one of the few males who respect me for my fighting skills, I wanted to share my video with you and see what you wrote. You didn’t disappoint. Now fans are posting comments worth reading. Now, as a result of your efforts, I want to give you a reward. How about a sparring match? I know you want a rematch. There’s a green button at the end of this message. If you ever want to spar with me again, just click it. I suggest you do it soon before I lose interest. See you soon, The Masato Champion, Nyarai”
Carel gulped. A rematch with Nyarai was as exciting as it was scary. She moped the floor with him back then. He trained since then, but something told him she didn’t go all out in that fight. Furthermore, he didn’t know how to feel about the idea of sparring after that video.
It felt like watching erotica and a horror movie. Doesn’t matter if I had a supermodel fighting lady with her bare feet on my face, I’m not dying with my head exploding like that.
Then again, Nyarai still had a public image. And she did seem to like him even if she pounded him into the ground.
She still sent me that video. I believe I can trust her.
Slowly, but surely, Carel clicked into the green button. Suddenly, the screen turned yellowish-green. It was a melon.
“Oh no, she didn’t,” Carel whispered as he realized what was gonna happen.
The camera widened to show a bit of yellow and black. Carel didn’t even need to figure out Nyarai’s feet were holding the melon in order to give him his own private encore for his help.
“Yes, I did,” Nyarai’s voice echoed from behind the melon while her toes were drumming on the fruit. The coyote blushed as the cheetah was teasing him, somehow establishing a video communication with him.
“I hope you enjoy the second part because this is only exclusive to you,” Nyarai said from the shadows as her feet applied the pressure.
As before, the feet embraced the melon, cracks were showing all over the fruit, and then it exploded in a shower of juice and pulp. Nyarai’s feet turned to the camera, more specifically towards Carel, showing the soles covered in pulp and juice.
“See you for our rematch soon,” Nyarai’s feet retreated into the darkness as the video ended.
Carel was staring at the email. He clicked at it again, but he realized that he couldn’t talk to Nyarai and that the link had somehow turned their conversation into a private encrypted video for them.
Somehow, watching Nyarai doing that melon crushing stunt had left him more scared of her than before, but also more excited about facing her.
Without thinking, Carel clicked on Nyarai’s email, or was it Shun’s email. He didn’t know which of one of them was the owner of the email? He didn’t care at the moment. He just typed a sentence.
“Hey, Nyarai…when do you want to meet? I’m ready for our rematch!
This is pretty much the story version of the commission. Carel is doing work at the gym when he suddenly gets an email from Nyarai. He goes to a website where he sees her Melon Crusher video and he reacts to it.
