Sharpen Your Fangs, Cause It's Not The End
By xxfinalatomicbusterxx@hotmail.com   SFEX3  - Cracker Jack 
Interpol Agent and Street Fighter extraordinaire Chun Li Xiang takes a challenge from professional wrestler Rainbow Mika; F/F wrestling/fighting


Just as the sun began to peek over the horizon in New York City, a white
convertible BMW Z3 pulled into Ryker's Gym and Fitness Center. It was barely
5:15 a.m., yet inspector Chun Li Xiang of the ICPO and World Warrior fame was
up and ready to face another day. She shifted into park, turned off the
engine, and gracefully stepped out, shouldering a white and red duffle bag.

Just from an idle glance, a bystander could immediately feel a sense of power
and poise emanating from her 5'7'' 125 lbs. frame, which she kept in top
condition to maintain her reputation as "the strongest woman in the world."
Upon her feet she wore blue and yellow Adidas running shoes, ideal for
catching perpetrators who foolishly believed they could escape the law. Her
gorgeous legs, covered only by a pair of blue (same shade as her Alpha series
outfit) biking shorts, were a sight to behold, nothing short of flawless:
their musculature was perfectly but not overly defined. Many a Street Fighter
had met their downfall after experiencing her lightning-fast kicks first-hand.
The agent's upper body was equally impressive: her abdominal muscles were
toned and showed faint outlines of a six-pack, and her full, rounded bosom
pressed rather snugly against the confines of a blue sports bra. If a slight
weakness could be pointed out (as far as usefulness in combat is concerned),
it lay in her arms. Though they were by no means scrawny, they lacked the raw
power her legs possessed. To compensate for this, Master Gen taught her
everything he knew about pressure points and joint locks, in addition to his
vast knowledge of Wu Shu Kung Fu. Around each wrist she wore black bracelets
with rounded metal studs, given to her on they day she vowed revenge against
Bison, the leader of the Shadaloo terrorist organization and also the man
responsible for the death of her father, Chief Dorai. To top it off, her face
was captivating enough to garner the attention of the vainest of the vain,
Vega, the Spanish matador-ninja. Her brown, silky hair was tied back in two
buns.

Chun Li passed through the sliding door of the fitness center and flashed the
desk attendant her clearance card, to which he responded with a small salute.
She made her way further inside, walking past the treadmills and weight
machines toward her specialty: a suspended 100 lb. sandbag. She set her bag
near the wall and began stretching and gathering her chi, preparing her body
mentally and physically with special breathing techniques she learned during
years of training under her grandfather. Her thoughts were suddenly
interrupted by the presence of another being.

"Um, excuse me, but are you by any chance Miss Chun Li Xiang?" a hesitant
female voice with a slight Japanese accent inquired from behind the Interpol
agent.

She turned to face the owner of the voice and was met by a somewhat imposing
figure: the one who had posed the question was nearly 6 feet in stature, was
probably 155 lbs., and was gifted with a body that rivaled and sometimes
surpassed Chun Li's. Surrounding her legs from down to her ankles was a pair
of white spandex pants. The twenty-something woman's legs were larger and
lacked the definition of the Kung Fu practitioner's, but judging from her
percent body fat, they could still prove quite potent in battle. Her arms
resembled those of MI6's Cammy White: her biceps were larger than average for
a woman, yet just missed the mark of being considered masculine. Her waist was
slightly greater in girth than Chun Li's, yet it did not detract from her
femininity in the least, and her ample endowments strained against the white
sports bra she wore. Her facial features were distinctly Japanese, which
contrasted greatly with her blonde hair (currently tied back into two
ponytails of about hip-length).

Before the inspector could reply, the young woman's face lit up like a child
on Christmas morning and she seized Chun Li's right hand in her own, shaking
it with great fervor. "Oh, I knew it was you! Allow me to introduce myself! My
name is Mika Lauren Takemishi, but on the pro-wrestling circuit I'm known as
the amazing Rainbow Mika!"

"A pleasure," the bewildered agent managed to utter.

"I've been following the underground Street Fighter matches closely via the
Internet," Mika continued. "Your strength and skills are simply astounding!"
Chun Li smiled politely, and stole a nearly undetectable glance at her right
hand. The wrestler quickly inferred her gesture and released her grip, giving
the agent a shy grin. "Hehe, sorry ... . Oh! Um, I was wondering if, um Miss
Xiang ... . Er ... . Willyousparwimme?"

The inspector blinked, trying to pick apart the jumble of phrases that poured
from Mika's mouth. The young fighter mistook Chun Li's hesitation as a rebuff,
and she immediately lowered her eyes in shame. The Interpol agent immediately
felt a wave of guilt as she comprehended Mika's words and body language.
"Well, sure. Why not."

Mika's face seemed to beam with happiness; it was all she could do to keep
from jumping out of pure joy. "Oh, thank you! This means so much to me! A
match with a warrior of your ability is like a dream come true!"

"Well, here we are!" Mika chirped. She flipped several light switches on the
wall and bade Chun Li to enter. "How do you like it?"

Chun Li surveyed the area. It was about 30' by 30', and the ground was lightly
padded with some sort of matting material. The temperature was very
comfortable: somewhere in the lower 70s. "Do any of the other members know
about this place? I've never seen it before."

"Nah. After the fitness center expanded, they sorta sealed this area off. I
got permission from the manager and my parents had it restored," Mika
explained. "Now, me and my pals use it for private sessions."

The two ladies placed their bags in a corner and walked to the center of the
room, assuming their respective fighting stances at a distance of about 5'
apart from each other.

Not wanting to disappoint, Mika was the first to attack, lashing out with a
low kick to Chun Li's shin, which the Wu Shu artist nimbly sidestepped. Chun
Li then countered with a snap kick to the side of Mika's knee. Using Mika's
sudden shift of weight against her, Chun Li spun so that she was back to back
with the wrestler and then looped her arm around her throat. Mika was then
thrown rather violently across Chun Li's hip, slamming into the mat with a
loud thud. The young wrestler rolled with the force and rose to her feet,
breathing hard. She definitely hadn't expected that. Chun Li advanced quickly,
first letting fly a straight right punch and following through with an elbow
aimed at Mika's solar plexus. The wrestler parried the first strike and
successfully blocked the second. At this point Chun Li's back was turned to
her opponent. She jumped into the air and rotated, aiming a spinning
roundhouse at where Mika's head should have been.

Fortunately for the grappler, she ducked just in time to avoid the blow. Chun
Li landed with her back still turned, unable to cease her momentum. Still
crouched, Mika shot out her open palms into the back of the Kung Fu artist's
knees, causing Chun Li's legs to buckle. Without delay Rainbow Mika pushed
down on Chun Li's shoulders, performing a somersault over the Chinese woman's
head, rotating 180 degrees, and landing bottom-first directly on top of Chun
Li's thighs. A sharp burst of pain shot through the Interpol agent's legs due
to the fact that her calves were compressed under her thighs. Mika reacted
quickly, snaking her long and shapely legs around Chun Li just below her rib
cage and locking her ankles behind her back. Chun Li realized her predicament
and reached out to push against Mika's thighs, but it was too late: Mika had
her pinned in a front-oriented body scissors.

The young wrestler rested her hands on the floor to provide leverage and began
to compress her legs around the Interpol agent. Chun Li gritted her teeth and
threw back her head as she felt her insides being crushed between Mika's
shockingly strong thighs. Hoping to lessen the effects of Mika's scissors,
Chun Li placed her hands around the wrestler's right kneecap and pushed in an
effort to dislodge the bone from its correct position. The young grappler
winced and countered by bracing her right arm with her left hand, driving the
fingers of her right appendage into Chun Li's toned belly. The combination of
the body scissors and stomach claw proved to be incredibly effective: Chun Li
loosened her grip on Mika's knee and concentrated on tightening her abdominal
muscles to push out Mika's digging fingertips. But in doing so she hunched
forward slightly and allowed herself to be drawn deeper into Mika's body
scissors. Her immediate reaction was to lean back and push as hard as she
could against the inside of Mika's thighs ... to which Mika simply poured on
more pressure to the claw. This action made Chun Li feel as though a branding
iron were being pressed against her stomach. Every few seconds Mika would
tighten her grip on both holds a little more, eliciting a gasp of anguish from
the inspector. Beads of perspiration began to break out on the exposed
portions of the two fighters: foreheads, tops of breasts, and stomachs soon
shined with a film of sweat. Unfortunately for Mika, this caused her to lose
her grip on the claw. But from the ashen look on the Wu Shu artist's face, one
could plainly see that a decent amount of damage had been done. Just when Chun
Li thought that the pressure of Mika's remaining hold could increase no more,
the Japanese wrestler sucked in a large gulp of air and squeezed as hard as
she could, hoping to obtain a tap out from the Interpol agent. The sudden jolt
of pain combined with the soreness she felt in her abs was too much for her to
bear, and Chun Li cried out in agony.

"Aaaaaaaaa-oooooooohhhh!"

For nearly three minutes Mika held her in that vice-like grip, wringing the
life out of her. When the grappler finally relaxed a bit due to the fact that
her muscles were becoming exhausted, Chun Li sprang into action: she wrenched
at R. Mika's legs, unhooking them and effectively breaking the scissor hold.
The Kung Fu practitioner then pushed Mika's legs upwards as hard as she could,
rolling the wrestler backward and off her lap. Without any haste, Mika
kip-upped to her feet, ready to resume her offensive. Chun Li pushed herself
up, attempting to match the young wrestler's pace, and she was assaulted by a
number sensory relays: her abdominals, ribs, and lower back called out in
dismay as she straightened her body.

"M ... Miss Xiang?" Mika tentatively called out when she saw the Interpol
agent cover her belly and forehead with her hands. "Can you continue?"

"Y-yes," she replied, swaying her head slowly from side to side, visibly
trying to break through the pain. "Whenever you're ready."

Keeping her weight on the balls of her feet, Mika warily circled her opponent.
In her mind she ran through all of the possible maneuvers she had at her
disposal, all the while analyzing her foe's strengths and weaknesses. Quite
suddenly, the grappler advanced with a simple but brutal shoulder charge,
hoping to tackle Chun Li and possibly set up another hold. With all the skill
that her training had imbued in her, at the last possible moment Chun Li
crouched and swept Mika's feet out from under her. The inspector pressed her
advantage and executed her Senenshu, whereby she performed a forward flip on
her hands and slammed one leg down in an axe- like motion. Mika, still
recovering when she saw the incoming attack, had no choice but to attempt to
block from a ducking stance. Chun Li's potent technique broke through the
wrestler's guard, leaving her open to the Chinese detective's famous Spinning
Bird Kick. The agent speedily stood on her hands and spread her legs out in a
full split, whirling aggressively and smashing her feet three times into the
side of Mika's body. Before the pro wrestler even had the chance to comprehend
what hit her, the ICPO officer pushed off the ground with her hands and drove
feet first into the surprised woman's gut.

"Whooof!" The wind flew from her lugs just before she began to tumble head
over heels across the floor.

In a move characteristically unlike herself, Chun LI faltered before following
through and persisting her offensive. That tiny bit of uncertainty was all
that Mika needed to mentally set up a trap for the unsuspecting detective. At
a dead sprint the Interpol agent closed the gap between the two, gathering her
chi with her hands cupped near her solar plexus. Mika held her ground, anxiety
beginning to build like a cold ball of ice in her stomach. 5 feet ... 3 feet
... 1 foot ... . At virtually point blank range Chun Li brought her hands
around, ready to unleash her devastating Kikou Shou technique.

However, Rainbow Mika had other plans. Just as a huge orb of blue swirling
energy nearly 6 feet in diameter burst into existence in the palms of Chun
Li's hands, Mika grabbed the Interpol agent by her wrists and pushed her arms
up and away. This action directed the brunt of the blast at an angle high
enough so that the grappler barely felt anything except a strong gale of wind.
A look of complete shock crossed the World Warrior's face as a great deal of
her chi was expended in a fruitless effort. After a few seconds went by, the
attack faded into nothingness, leaving Chun Li temporarily weakened and her
defenses at a minimum. Without a moment's delay, Mika yanked Chun Li by her
wrists, sending the Wu Shu practitioner's skull on a crash course for her own.
The resulting headbutt left Chun Li stunned and literally seeing a galaxy
floating through her brain. Mika maintained the upper hand by executing her
famous self-styled Flying Peach assault. After leaping through the air, Mika
sailed buttocks-first into the ICPO agent, sending her reeling into one of the
four walls. Before Chun Li could slide down to her feet in a pain-induced
stupor, Mika bent forward a bit, wrapped her arms around the Street Fighter's
slender waist, and pulled her in closely for a bear hug.

"And now for the clincher," the grappler whispered, barely audible to Chun Li,
who was just beginning to fathom what was in store for her.

"What's hap-? Oooh, nooo!" the detective thought to herself as she tried to
find some way out. A distant memory of a fight between a sumo wrestler and
herself resurfaced suddenly, bringing with it a sharp reminder of the extreme
amount of torture that a simple bear hug could cause.

Mika positioned her arms so that they were pressed against the small of the
Interpol agent's back. Gradually, the pro wrestler straightened up, pulling
the shorter woman to the tips of her toes and finally completely off the
ground. Already Chun Li could feel her diaphragm being compressed, making
something as uncomplicated as breathing a laborious task. As Mika began to
squeeze her opponent, she took in a number of details on Chun Li's body that
aided her in calculating the possibility of a submission. The grappler could
feel Chun Li's shoes connecting at first solidly with her shins, but these
kicks gradually grew weaker in force as Mika wore down the other fighter. She
deduced correctly that Chun Li's sides and back were still suffering from her
combination body scissors/stomach claw hold, and this fact most assuredly
boosted Mika's chances for a win with this particular technique. She
considered the odds of Chun Li's being able to power out of the hold by
forcing her hands in between her own body and the grappler's arms, but she
quickly ruled the likelihood of it out. Mika calmly ignored Chun Li's attempts
to free herself: the World Warrior pried uselessly at what felt like two iron
bands curled around her waist, and in a futile exertion to alleviate some of
the intense pain she arched her back. Mika risked a glance up at her opponent
to complete her evaluation. Chun Li's rounded chest heaved irregularly as she
tried to take in air while not compounding the agony she felt in her spine.
The wrestler saw Chun Li's face, now bathed in sweat and contorted into a look
of complete defeat: her shapely mouth was pursed into a thin line, clearly
trying to keep herself from screaming at the top of her lungs. Her cheeks were
now a deep shade of red, and her eyes were clamped shut.

"Wow ... she's as good as gone," Mika thought to herself. "Time to end this."

The pro wrestler pressed her forehead against the exposed portion of Chun Li's
breasts and then channeled all of her power into her arms. A series of pops
and snaps filled the air, followed by a shriek from Kung Fu artist. Mika was
dangerously close to crippling the World Warrior, and Chun Li knew it. The
quantity of pain emanating from her back was absolutely unreal. Chun Li
herself couldn't understand why she hadn't passed out by now: unless she was
hallucinating, the feeling in her legs was disappearing and breathing was now
impossible. In what could only be described as a last ditch effort, the Wu Shu
artist extended her arms out and then slammed her palms into the wrestler's
temples. At full strength, this blow would surely have sent any normal person
into a comatose state, but at her present condition it merely increased Mika's
resolve. Chun Li lightly tapped the grappler's right elbow three times to
signal her surrender. In one fluid motion, the wrestler relinquished the
crushing embrace and scooped one hand under Chun Li's legs while keeping one
behind her. Gently, she lowered the Street Fighter to the ground. She
carefully rubbed Chun Li's lower spine until the dazed look in her eyes
cleared away.

"Oh, Miss Xiang, I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity," Mika offered
while giving Chun Li's hand a tiny squeeze. "You were wonderful."

"I should be the one thanking you," Chun Li spoke finally. "You showed me that
I still have a great deal to learn. If possible, I'd like to fight you again
later on."

"I would be honored," the wrestler replied. Mika then guided the Interpol
agent to her feet and slipped one of Agent Xiang's arms over her shoulder.
Together they walked to the parking lot, said their good-byes, and drove home
to get ready for work.