Widen your Stance P.1TWO FIGHTERS GO HEAD TO HEAD. ONLY ONE WILL MAKE IT OUT!More Like This
“This is it. The final moment. Still those nerves,” the sharpest of breaths filled her lungs, “You trained year round for this moment. Don’t blow it-ack!”
A sting in her lungs force Makoto to cough the air out. She should know better than to take a deep breath at the Volcanic Rim. The humidity was so thick that walking there was easily compared to wading through waist deep water. Only the strongest of fighters who spent most of their lives training amongst the most undesirable climates could do battle here.
“Eek!,” nearby a pillar of lava shot into the sky, “What a location for a fight. Better be careful.” She straightened her off-white baggy gi, ““Where the heck is this bozo anyway? Did he fall in a pool of lava or something?”
Beads of sweat began to pool on her brow as Makoto’s resistance to the heat as well as her patience began to wear off.
You're Growing on me P.3“Mnn. God my head.”More Like This
Chun-Li steadily un-lidded her eyes from the drug induced unconsciousness. What little present light in the room stung her pupils. She wasn’t able to see much or stop that awful pounding in her head, but wherever she’s at currently, it’s unfamiliar territory.
“Where the hell am I?”
The interior gave off a posh, high-class impression. The bedding had drapes over it and is undoubtedly king sized. The drawn curtains matched the pattern on the bed and carpeting with the drawer decorations too matching the theme, “This isn’t my place, for sure.”
After her eyes had time to adjust, she opened them while sitting upright. The first thing she noticed is that her carefully woven hair braids that were fashioned into ox horns were undone. Chun-Li’s auburn hair cascaded well past her shoulders and rested on the bed sheets. A cool breeze swam inward through the windows and oh so chilled Chun-Li’s bare skin.
Street Fighter: You're growing on me P.2Ready?More Like This
Juri leaped high and did a sharp Shikusen straight for Chun-Li. Chun-Li knew what to do: Block then attack, it worked consistently. However, she didn’t factor in the possibility of Juri becoming stronger with her added adipose.
Chun-Li’s guard was broken like a bundle of scraggily sticks as Juri kicked her into the air and comes back with a-
The two hadn’t fought often, but Chun-Li knew Juri’s kicks never felt this powerful. Sadly, the worst wasn’t over yet since Juri follows up with a-
Juri kicked her opponent around like a cheap soccerball and finished the final strike by kicking Chun-Li through the kitchen wall and into the lobby.
“Damnit! She’s way stronger than before.”
Chun-Li brushed the debris from her head and analyzed the smirking opponent before her. Juri stood smiling while caressing her belly. Her bionic eye gleams brighter than ever.
“She may be
Street Fighter: You're growing on me P.1*woosh*More Like This
With a swift fierce kick, the unfortunate target cracks open, the malleable insides sprinkle out onto the street. She would have to clean that mess up later, but for now she urgently needed to dispose of this matter. The weight of a dead, battered body slung over her sculpted shoulder as she walks from the public eye.
Like every day, she decided to go hard with her training. She has very little time for breaks, rests, and has no patience with unnecessary interruptions or else the punishment would be very severe. That’s what the target deserves for getting in the way of an EX Hyakuretsukyaku at the exact point she pushed her limit.
In the back of a shady ally, the dumpster is pried open for the dead weight to be tossed in amongst the other unwanted trash, “Something like you should be a little more sturdy. Oh, well.”
Into the dark smelly dumpster it stays to rot.
“Now where would I be able to purchase new stronger a punching bag? Better look online.