(More time passes, and Nadia takes you somewhere new.) Heading to the amateur MMA fight with Nadia.

While the trip to the site of the amateur MMA fight was pretty uneventful, as the small talk with Nadia was normal, the atmosphere of fight night at the club wasn't. Thanks to her brother, Rodrigo, the VIP seats that were reserved for you & Nadia gave a great view of the elevated octagon-shaped ring, right in the corner where her brother would take when it was his turn to fight. The early fights, to you, were fine, watching the young fighters--both men & women--do their thing. As it turns out, the fight that featured her brother was the 2nd last fight of the night, and you & Nadia wait patiently for it to come.

Eventually, you watch her brother take to the ring. He's right around your height, with a well-muscled body fit for a middleweight class, and from the way he hopped around in the corner, quite nimble. Given your own knowledge of MMA holds and moves, you could tell that he is quite a submission specialist, and his opponent seemed to know that, as he did his best to keep him away with punches and kicks. It wasn't until the final round that her brother got the better of his opponent, finding an opening to land a strong punch that stunned him, then he tackled him hard, and put him in a rear-naked **** to **** a tapout.

After the fights were done, you follow Nadia to meet Rodrigo in the area that was being used as the locker room. There, you watch the trainers and physicians-on-hand examine him, although you can see no nicks and gashes on him. Nadia introduces you to him, complementing him on a great fight, and sit down to exchange some normal talk. It was a good, long talk, learning about growing up from a middle-class neighborhood outside of Rio; of their decisions to move to the states, and what they hope to accomplish.

"...So what do you think, Eric?" Nadia asks you as she takes you back home. "Do you think my brother has a chance to make it to the big time?"

"With some fine-tuning of his style, and he continues to train hard," you reply to her, "I think he has a chance."

"I know it isn't like the millions of dollars a top-notch boxer could make," Nadia tells you, "but he's a fighter at heart. My family have been like that, as they weren't middle-class all the time. My grandparents worked hard to get out of the favelas."

"So you learn some of the fighting arts for self-defense while training with Rodrigo?" You ask her.

"Yes. You saw what I did to that freak earlier today, Eric." She tells you. "There are many of them out there in the world, and in my view, a woman needs to learn how to defend herself."

"I can certainly understand that, Nadia." You nod to her, watching her pull to the curb right next to your apartment home.

"Well, here you are, Eric, back home safely." She smiles to you. "Perhaps if my brother gets some bonus money from the fight, we'll consider getting his ride customized."

"Yeah, that would be nice, if he's willing." You tell her. "Thank you for taking me out for the night, Nadia."

"You are most welcome, Eric." She tells you as you step out of the ride. "Come to the club, soon, when you can. I'd be more than willing to find time for you."

"I will see what I can do, Nadia." You close the door, and wave to her, as she drives off. Then you head back up to your apartment home to call it a night.