Rudra D. Raja Wyllt, the Chaos King himself, stripped off his tactical gear, standing in nothing but his iconic Baki-style red shorts. His godly physique gleamed under the alien jungle's eerie glow, muscles rippling like they'd been sculpted by a divine bodybuilder on a caffeine bender, his demon-shaped back twitching subtly with breath, like it was alive.
The predators' trophy base burned behind him, courtesy of his potion-fueled fire.
Raja cracked his knuckles, waiting for the "ugly fucks" to show. "Time to teach these space lizards some manners," he muttered, flexing for no one but the jungle itself.
The predators stormed into the clearing, their cloaks shimmering. They froze, spotting Raja perched atop the pole where their captive predator had been tied, now replaced by a grinning demi-god in underwear.
Activating his Chaos Watch's translator, Raja leaned forward, smirking. "Hey, ugly mugs! If you've got any warrior dignity, ditch the laser cannons and stealth cloaks. Hand-to-hand, three on one. Winner takes the loser's head. What's the vibe?"
One predator, its mandibles twitching like an offended crab, growled through the translator, "I'm alone enough to rip this puny human. You two wait—he's my prey." It tossed its gear, revealing a hulking frame, and charged.
Raja somersaulted off the pole, landing with a superhero thud. The predator lunged, claws slashing.
Raja sidestepped, channeling his Sun Breathing techniques, and unleashed a roundhouse kick to its chest. The beast flew backward, crashing through its buddies and into the skull pile, vomiting neon blood. "Strike one!" Raja whooped, striking a pose like a Telugu movie star.
The other two predators froze, their glowing eyes wide. "What the actual fuck," their glances seemed to say.
Raja's translator crackled. "Hey, fuckfaces, come at me together. Maybe you'll land a punch. One-on-one? I'll beat you like a piñata at a wizard's birthday bash."
Every muscle on his body was chiseled like a warrior god's sculpture, Across from him stood three Predators, tall and monstrous, their dreadlocks swinging as they removed their gear—no shoulder cannons, no cloaking. Only retractable twin gauntlet blades shimmered with fresh blood.
A low growl rumbled through the canopy.
Raja didn't flinch.
The first Predator lunged, fast—almost too fast for something so massive. Its claws came for Raja's face. Raja's foot shifted—back, then forward—
"Radiant Palm Strike!"
His palm rocketed into the Predator's chest like a bullet. BOOM! The impact sounded like a shotgun blast. The creature was launched backward, crashing into a tree so hard the bark exploded off it.
The second Predator was already on him, slashing a vertical arc. Raja ducked low.
"Sunbeam Elbow Strike!"
He surged upward, his elbow slicing under the Predator's jaw. Cartilage crunched as the head snapped back violently, the beast staggering from the whiplash.
The third tried to flank him. Bad move.
"Inferno Kick!"
Raja twisted mid-air, his heel slamming into the Predator's temple. The creature spun like a falling statue before hitting the ground with a thud.
All three were down. None were dead.
Yet.
The first rose with a furious roar and charged again, blades flashing. Raja blocked the incoming strikes with a precise Corona Block, deflecting both with crossed forearms. With the same fluid motion, he drove a Solar Fist into the creature's throat. It gagged, stumbled—
—then was met with a Flameburst Stomp, two rapid stomps to its ribs that crunched like dry twigs.
The second Predator recovered and tackled him from behind. They crashed through underbrush, tumbling. The Predator tried to sink its gauntlet into Raja's side, but Raja twisted, gripping the beast's waist.
"Radiant Takedown!"
With a low sweep and an explosive hip thrust, Raja hurled the Predator overhead and slammed it into the earth. He straddled the beast and unleashed a barrage—Dawn's Break, sharp palm chops to the neck and ribs. Each strike lit the jungle with a sickening crack.
The third lunged from the side—Raja sensed the movement.
He rolled, barely avoiding a gauntlet slash, and kipped to his feet in one smooth motion. The Predator came at him, faster, more calculated now.
Raja grinned.
"Sunward Sweep!"
He dropped low, pivoted, and swept the Predator's legs from under it. As it fell, Raja surged forward, elbow cocked, delivering another Sunbeam Elbow Strike into its skull mid-air. The impact twisted the beast violently before it hit the ground.
But now all three rose again, injured, panting—but driven by warrior pride. Their blood boiled.
They attacked together.
Blades sliced in every direction.
Raja flowed like fire.
One ducked low—Raja leapt, flipped, dodged. He landed behind them and launched a Solar Tempest—first a front kick that dented a Predator's chest, followed by a spinning roundhouse that cracked another's mask clean off.
The jungle erupted with sound.
Inhuman screeches.
Raja bled now—slashes on his arms, one across his ribs—but his eyes were calm.
They came again. The first struck with both blades aimed at Raja's chest.
He caught both wrists.
Muscles in his arms bulged like ropes—his back flared with the shape of a demon, glowing faintly in the heat haze.
With a roar, Raja twisted, disarming the Predator and tossing him aside.
The second leapt in mid-air. Raja sidestepped and drove his knee into the beast's ribs, then with fluid grace transitioned into a Radiant Takedown, slamming it face-first into the bloodstained dirt.
The last Predator came with a berserker's fury, blades in a whirlwind.
Raja crouched low. His hands flared open.
"Dawn's Break!"
One palm to the collarbone.
"Solar Fist!"
A crushing blow to the jaw.
"Inferno Kick!"
Heel to the chest.
"Flameburst Stomp!"
Both feet crashed down on the Predator's gut.
It coughed blood.
All three were down again—this time wheezing, battered, twitching.
Raja walked through the carnage, his breathing steady. The mist around him shimmered. The sun was rising above the jungle canopy, golden rays piercing through like divine judgment.
The first Predator rose, using its gauntlets to prop itself up, one eye flickering red. It howled—a challenge, one last stand.
Raja's body shifted into stance. He exhaled slowly, his muscles relaxed yet coiled with power.
He dashed.
The jungle blurred.
One final move—
"Radiant Palm Strike—The Rising Sun!"
He struck with his full strength. His palm, open, glowing with the heat of his soul, crashed into the Predator's chest.
A shockwave tore through the jungle.
The Predator flew backward—through a tree. Through two trees.
And lay still, unmoving, a crater in the dirt where it landed.
The others, too, tried to rise—but faltered, dropping to their knees, heads bowed.
Raja stood amidst the destruction—scars on his skin, blood on his fists, and fire in his eyes.
The demon-shaped muscles on his back slowly relaxed.
The jungle fell silent. No birds. No growls. Only the sound of leaves falling like ashes.
"Nap time!" The predators, battered and bloodied, crawled together, groaning. Raja, barely sweating, cracked his neck. "Told ya. Teamwork makes the scream work."
With ruthless efficiency, Raja grabbed each predator, snapping their spines like glowsticks. One by one, he ripped their heads off, spines dangling, and hung them upside down like grotesque piñatas. "Trophy upgrade," he said, wiping neon blood off his hands.
He sauntered to the tied-up predator, who was trembling like a chihuahua in a thunderstorm. Its eyes screamed, This guy's a monster. Raja activated his translator. "Listen, buddy, I need a ship to get back to Earth. Help me set the course, and I'll let you live. Deal?"
The predator nodded like a bobblehead on a sugar rush. Raja ripped its chains apart with his bare hands, the metal squealing. "Good boy. Let's not make this weird."
His telepathy pinged—his team was sprinting toward him, thinking he was in danger. They burst into the clearing, freezing at the sight: Raja, bathed in green-yellow blood, standing next to a cowering predator, with three headless corpses dangling nearby.
Isabelle's jaw dropped.
Royce blinked.
Stans muttered, "What the fuck?" Edwin looked ready to faint.
Raja waved cheerily. "Guys, just in time! This dude's helping us get to Earth."
Royce stammered, "What happened? Did you team up with that thing to kill the others?"
Raja's grin vanished. "Team up? Hell no! I challenged these three clowns to a fistfight, beat the snot outta them, broke their spines, and ripped their heads off with a side of spinal cord. Clean work, right?" He flexed, blood dripping off his abs.
The predator nodded frantically, confirming Raja's story. The team twitched in unison, their brains short-circuiting. The predator tapped its gauntlet, decloaking a sleek spaceship. It punched in Earth's coordinates, its claws shaking.
Raja winked. "Nice work, Fido. You're promoted to tour guide."
The team piled into the ship, strapping into seats designed for seven-foot aliens. Raja, still in his red shorts, lounged like he was on a beach vacation. The ship rocketed out of orbit, the jungle planet shrinking behind them.
Raja's Chaos Watch hummed, and he secretly hacked the ship's systems, handing control to the Red Queen AI. "Gotcha," he whispered, smirking.
They landed in Area 51, the ship cloaking as it touched down. The team disembarked, dazed. Raja, sensing an opportunity to tidy loose ends, telepathically nudged Stans and Edwin. The two, are serial killers, so he manipulated them to kill each other after they are separated from the team.
He turned to the team. "Folks, my stop's India. This ship's dropping me off, then it's ghosting. Catch you later!" He hugged Royce, Isabelle, Nikolai, Mombasa, and Hanzo, who were too shell-shocked to argue.
The ship cloaked and zipped off, leaving them in the desert.
Inside, MAYA's voice chimed. "Well, Master, your spaceship wish is fulfilled. Happy?"
Raja grinned, storing the ship in his infinite inventory with a flick of his Chaos Watch.
"MAYA, you're a gem. Let's go home." He woke up in his enchanted pod, soul sleep fading as he returned to the main world, with the alien jungle a chaotic memory.