The Asian Dungeon

::ACCUSATIONS::

<Narrator>

The iconic Tower Bridge loomed over the river Thames, its gothic towers illuminated by floodlights against the London night sky, transformed into a gladiatorial stage for the “Battle on the Bridge”. A scheduled fight between Cammy and Chun-Li, as part of the latest edition of the world warrior tournament. A globally hyped showdown streamed to millions. What started as a normal, sanctioned match between two Street Fighter icons has exploded into a media maelstrom.

In the weeks leading up to the event,..Cammy had masterfully orchestrated the narrative: In fiery press conferences and viral interviews, Cammy claimed Chun Li had sent a thug named K0ugh to assault her...attempted rape, no less. A plan that failed in a brutal confrontation in a London park. Fueled by Cammy's explosive accusations. The media went into a frenzy..

Tabloids devoured it, splashing headlines like "China’s Dirty Secret: Chun-Li Behind Rape Plot?" across front pages, while viral clips of Cammy's tearful yet defiant interviews painted her as the victim-hero. She had played the press like a fiddle, dropping soundbites that turned public opinion savagely against Chun-Li. Media openly questioned her integrity, claiming she had sunk to new lows.. The story spread like wildfire on social media, hashtags like #Chun-LiGuilty trending worldwide, irreparably tarnishing Chun-Li's reputation and forcing her into defensive press conferences where reporters grilled her with skepticism: "How do you respond to accusations of your involvement?" Chun-Li denied it all, calling it slander, but Chun-Li's vehement rejections only seemed to fan the flames, making her look evasive and isolated.

<Cammy>

The crowd's roar swells as I emerge first, striding out from under the north tower in my signature green leotard, red gauntlets gleaming under the spotlights, my blonde braids whipping in the river’s breeze. Union Jacks waving wildly from my supporters, chants of "Cammy! Delta Red!" echoing off the iconic bridge’s steel girders. I climb into the ring with predatory grace, The angery memory of Kough's assault fueling me…his assault and confession under my boot still fresh.

My eyes focused on the opposite side of the bridge.

…Waiting for that bitch chun li…

*thinking* this will be a cakewalk.. Considering how poorly that little dog she sent after me fought… Even if chun li is twice as strong as he, this will still be a cake walk…I am going to beat her so bad…

<Chun Li Power>

I can hear the onlookers as I get ready. My blue latex leotard slips on. My white boots are slit on the sides and laced. I pull my top on over the leotard. I try not get anyed at seeing Cammy arrive to a fanfair. I stretch, flex, and curse. We will find the truth, Cammy, as I go to the outdoors of my dressing room. And I get greeted by boo's. I take no notice and walk along the bridge to the arena in the centre of the bridge. I look around and see no one is supporting me, grrrrr. I try not to get mad as a raw and chear gose up i asume its cammy moving out of her dressing room.

I know you have seen me as I stand ready for you, my thighs flex, come on, I think that wind is cold. I will have to get you to say you have no profe it was my plan to attack you.

<Cammy>

We meet each other on the roadway suspended between the two iconic Gothic towers. On one side along the roadway… hundreds of fans on temporary bleacher seating… on the other side, far below… the cold churning waters of the river Thames.

The roar of the crowd is deafening tons of voices chanting my name, Union Jacks waving wildly under the floodlights. The fans are mine tonight almost all of them. Only a few pockets of international supporters clutching signs reading "Chun-Li wins!" or " Tea Time's Over" and waving small Chinese flags. The bleachers are alive with flashing phone cameras, glowing signs, and the buzz of sports commentators' voices booming from overhead speakers.

..the sound of it fuels me..

Across from me, you emerge from the , the roar of the crowd changes.. from cheering me to Booing you… I can see the tension in you as you try to look composed under the boos raining down from every side. Perfect. I give the crowd one more wave, and to please them some more.. and launch into my signature pre fight stretch; arms rising high above my head, back arching as I stretch tall, twisting my torso in that slow, deliberate twirl that shows off every line of my body—gauntlets flashing, braids whipping, leotard hugging tight.

The cheers spike even louder.

You walk up to me, along the roadside, showing off those legendary thighs of yours. My eyes drop for a split second to your massive quads, bulging under the fabric as you flex them like coiled steel. worry, maybe even a touch of intimidation tightens in my gut. You see my eyes flicker for a moment as i look at your legs.. But I shove it down fast. I lift my gaze, locking eyes with you again.. A little smile forming on my face

*Mocking* “what a surprise…you dare to show up yourself. I didn’t expect that. I thought you’d still be cowering in China! What’s the problem? Couldn’t find anyone willing to do your dirty work anymore… after I gave your little agent such a thorough beating?”

<Chun Li Power>

If I won't you beat up, I will do that myself. I tell you, your plan to draw me into this fight has worked, but you may wish it had not, I say.

The light glints off my tight, shiny trademark fighting gear. As I stretch, I lift a leg and kick the air. The boos roar, and it is starting to get to me, and I am starting to get annoyed. But must not rise to that, I tell myself, must not give you the advantage.

I look you over and imagine the feel of those green-clad abs giving in to my kicks.

You will have to admit your lies after you come around from the knockout I will give you. But first, I will enjoy beating you. No one threatens me and tries to destroy my reputation as a skilled and moral fighter without having to justify what they say. I'll tell you face-to-face.

As the media tries to get a mic close to our conversation.

One of the guns on HMS Belfast is loaded with a blank load, and the boom of the 6-inch gun will be the sound to start the fight.

“30 seconds,” a booming speaker chants out. I flex my abs and tighten my leg muscles. The crowd roars as the countdown runs. The sound is defining. I fix my eyes on you as I see your sexy body tighten. Mmmm, I could have fun with you in a private room, I think, but then clear my head of the distraction.

“20 Seconds.” I harden my right thigh, intending to spring to the left as soon as the boom of the gun signals the fight to start. Try to kick in to your side, get the first fast hit and see if you are overconfident with this crowd cheering you on.

“10 seconds”, I see you wave to the crowd, she is not concentrating on the fight, I think I will make you pay for that mistake, I think to myself.

BOOM!, The gun rings out with a mighty sound. I leap to the left, my left foot swinging for the green side of your body. Now we will see what you have got, I shout at you as I do my first attack.

<Cammy>

As the countdown echoes across the bridge, I’m stil lost in the sea of faces chanting my name. “Cammy! Cammy!” the roar of the crowd is is intoxicating. I can feel the energy feeding me.

“30 seconds..” . I see you glaring at me… good I’m getting in her head.. I smile a little arrogant smile at you… then my attention turns back to the crowd…

“20.. seconds” *thinking* Yeah let her stew for a little..don’t pay her attention..

“10 seconds.” I can’t help it—I throw one more cocky wave to the fans packed along the railings.. Their cheers spike even louder, drowning out everything else

Still preoccupied with my fans, the gunshot comes as a surprise…BOOM! The gun from HMS Belfast thunders, and The commentator’s voice cracks overhead: “ROUND1! FIGHT!!!”

::ROUND1::

<Cammy>

From the corner of my eye I see you surge forward in a blur, eating up the distance between us, your leg whipping out in a savage flying kick aimed right at my ribs. I drop into my fighting stance at last instant.. Snapping up my forearms, barely catching your shin on my guard. The impact crashes into me like a freight train, rattling my teeth, jarring my whole frame and shoving me sideways from the impact…sending a sharp fire up my arms.

*thinking* Holy hell, her kicks really are as monstrous as they say...

I move with the force of your kick, twisting my body to bleed off some of the power, but it leaves me staggered, a bit…breath half-knocked out...

*arrogant grin* “That all you got, Chun-Li!? Your little pet barely put up a fight..looks like you are just as disappointing!”

I whip around on my lead foot, snapping my right arm into a spinning backfist, gauntlet slicing toward your face.

But in my head it’s already clear: Shit, the bitch’s kick really threw me off—my spin’s coming out sluggish!

<Chun Li Power>

I breathe steadily as I feel my way into the fight, as your spin comes around, and I easily move out of the way. I plant both feet on the ground and use my thighs to drive my fist up, trying to hit around your abs up through your clevage and under your chin. I know if I can catch you, this punch will do damage. Must slow you down, your speed and agility are a danger, I know from watching your fights. I must wear you down with my power. My body tightens, my fist rising towards the target as I see you a little off balance.

I breathe steadily as I feel my way into the fight, as your spin comes around, and I easily move out of the way. I plant both feet on the ground and use my thighs to drive my fist up, trying to hit around your abs up through your clevage and under your chin. I know if I can catch you, this punch will do damage. Must slow you down, your speed and agility are a danger, I know from watching your fights. I must wear you down with my power. My body tightens, my fist rising towards the target as I see you a little off balance.

<Cammy>

My spinning backfist cuts through empty air where your face had been just a moment ago. The momentum leaves me slightly off-balance, and a quick spike of fear shoots through me as I see you plant your feet.

*thinking* Oh shit, here comes one of those monstrous kicks…

But instead of a leg whipping toward me, I see your hand ball into a tight fist, driving straight at my stomach.

* cocky smile* Perfect. This is my game. Punching is exactly where she is weak!. I’m going to hurt her so bad now.

I shift my weight and bring my red gauntlet up to parry your blow, already twisting my hips to launch into a powerful spinning side kick as my follow-up.

But right as my bracer moves to intercept, your fist suddenly changes direction — shooting upward with brutal precision. It slips between my breasts, the spiked gauntlet slicing a long, clean gash straight down the front of my green leotard. The crushing impact lands dead center on my chin with a sickening crunch that echoes through my skull.

“G-Ugggh!!”

My head whips violently upward and back from the force, my body lifting onto the tips of my toes. The powerful blow sends my breasts bouncing upward hard and down, jigelling from the brutal impact. The torn fabric of my leotard parting a bit.

<Chun Li Power>

I smile, yes, got you bitch, you will tell the crowd the truth, I shout at you. I move myself into range for my right leg lifts. And my thighs flex as I start to kick my leg, moving in a circle as I try to pull your centre body and abs. I see the bridge parapet moving close behind you, and I know if I get you backed up there, you will have to take my full leg power. If I can just get you backed on the bridge wall.

I feel your body as my foot hits you. I think to myself, I'm going to wreck those abs as my leg power feels good, flexing as I keep pushing you back. Must make you pay for your lies. I am determined to keep my body tight. Blue fighting latex tight my body waemd up. The flash of the photogaths, taken as we fight, glints off our warm bodies. My leg hiting with power and targeted hits on you.

I feel your body as my foot hits you. I think to myself, I'm going to wreck those abs as my leg power feels good, flexing as I keep pushing you back. Must make you pay for your lies. I am determined to keep my body tight. Blue fighting latex tight my body waemd up. The flash of the photogaths, taken as we fight, glints off our warm bodies. My leg hiting with power and targeted hits on you.

<Cammy>

My ears are ringing from your uppercut as I hear you shot “Got you, bitch!” — then your leg snaps up with terrifying speed. Slamming your foot dead center into my abs, the impact folding me forward sharply as the air explodes out of my lungs. The power behind those muscular thighs driving me stumbling backward across the bridge.

You press forward

Recomposing myself, Immediately I fight to regain control, ducking, weaving, and parrying as I defend against attack. your kicks keep coming in waves.. some I manage to slap aside with my red gauntlets, others I dodge by the narrowest margin. A couple of your strikes still graze me, thudding into my arms and ribs, but I refuse to let them do me real damage. I fire back at you with sharp, snapping counters — a few quick jab and a spinning back kick — trying to break your rhythm, do some damage, and find an opening to seize the initiative again.

But surly steadily, you keep driving forward with relentless pressure, forcing me steadily backward… closer and closer, until the cold stone parapet of Tower Bridge is only a few feet behind me.

The thunderous cheers from my fans start to falter a bit, turning more anxious and uncertain as they watch me being steadily pushed back. From the broadcast booth, the commentator’s voice booms over the speakers: “Cammy’s in trouble here! Chun-Li is marching her down with those powerful legs!!

The once confident roars slowly give way to worried murmurs and nervous shouts of “Come on, Cammy you got this!” A small but growing pocket of Chinese supporters near the south side begins to cheer louder, their voices cutting through the tension with rising excitement. Go Chun-Li! Crush her!

<Chun Li Power>

She is defending well, I think to myself. My leg power is feeling good as I hit my rhythm. I feel your fist hit my thigh, but it's rock hard under strain, and it's a warning to me not to get too confident. My kicks fire at you.

I see you lurch forward to try to stop me from pinning you to the wall, my leg pushed up off, target, grrrrrrr. I heard the speaker cheer out, "Oh, Cammy is countering Chun's kicks". I see your fist as my leg starts to fall back to the floor. Oh, I think it must keep you on the back foot.

My own fist powers forward, grazing your red fist and hitting the side of your right breast. There's a rip, and the leotard gives, my fist, covered in a green material as it passes through after the impact to your breast.

I press forward and hope you're surprised by the punch and cold night air on your nipples. And my knee lifts, I see your thighs just parted, and hope the gap is enough to land a power-draining low blow knee strike.

I know I'm taking a risk with the knee blow; if you block, I will be open to counterattack. My abs power tightens my thighs as my knee rams up towards my target. If it hits it may slow you down you speed is the one thing i am woryed adout. I glance at the red mark on your breast from my punch as I come in to attack.

<Cammy>

For a brief moment I manage to push away from the cold parapet, the fight turning into a battle of stamina. My body is glistening with sweat under the floodlights, chest heaving as I breathe deeply. Suddenly my fist connects solidly with your body and a surge of excitement rushes through me.

*screaming vicously* Bitch!!… I’m going to make you pay for ripping my leotard!!!…

But in that same instant one of your hands slips through my defense with sniper-like precision. Your fist slams into my right breast with a meaty smack — the impact bouncing it side to side violently. As if you just hit a speedball.. sweat flying off the wet skin as the fabric of my leotard tears open. My bare breast springs free, My thick puffy nipple hardening instantly in the cold night air.

*blushing in embarrassment* Inistictively i bring up one Hand to cover my exposed breast, from the leering fans and camera’s.. You seize the opportunity, pressing forward.. shoving me back several feet.. While for a moment i completely drop my guard.

.. your Your knee finds the opening instantly. It drives upward with brutal force, burying deep between my thighs and smashing hard into my pussy lips with a loud, wet sweaty thud. The impact lifts me clean off my feet, my ass pressing back against the cold stone of the parapet as my lips form a perfect O as my face turns white.. and I let out a sharp, pained gasp.

A stunned silence sweeps over the bridge as my fans first watch my exposed breast bounce freely and then hear that devastating thud between my legs. The once-roaring home crowd is momentarily frozen in shock — On the other side of the bridge… from the Chinese fans… A wave of loud exited cheers erupts..

<Chun Li Power>

This round is mine, I shout out loudly as my foot goes back to the ground. I see you are on shaky legs after my knee hit its target. I reach out to catch you. One of my hands goes under your exposed breast, the other between your shaking thighs, and, ohhhhhgggg. My arms flex, and I lift you up into the night air.

My legs twitch and flex, balancing with the extra weight as I lift you up over my head. I start to walk holding you up, then throw your body at a lamp post. I see you fly, then rap around the post adout 2 meters up; you're doubled around the post by your abs, then you slowly slide down to the floor.

I smile, wave to the crowd, "You like that", I shout at the audience. As I walk towards your groaning body, I pull one of your legs up, then the other, holding a foot in each hand, wake up, lying bitch I say. As I pull you so your crotch grinds on the lamp post, I pull, lift, and move you side to side, grinding you hard on the post. The bowl of the lamp with the bulb in it is shaken free and drops over the wall into the water. The lamp post shakes that hard.

I keep grinding you your leotard sreds. I see the ped of your pussy now matches the gontlets, I think. Submit this round to me, I shout at you. As I think, I feel you going limp in my hands .

<Cammy>

You sweep me clean off my shaky legs in one fluid motion. Before I can react, you hurls me sideways with terrifying strength. My body slams into the lamppost, folding painfully around the metal post. The impact driving every bit of air from my lungs.

“GUUhhhAA!!”

The next thing I feel is your hands locking around my ankles. while you pull my legs apart you yanks me hard against the post. Using me like a ragdoll — grinding my crotch viciously up and down the rough metal. My pained screams echoe acroos the bridge… AHHHHH!!!!!

The pain is overwhelming. My swollen, bruised pussy lips scrape and burn against the steel as lamppost shakes.. My vision starts to blur, consciousness fading fast as the jeering cheers from the Chinese fans grow louder in my ears.

Finally my body goes limp and slips from your grip. I collapses to the ground in a heap. In the distance I hear the commentator’s voice boom across the bridge:

“Round 1… Chun-Li wins!!!”

As clarity slowly returns, I push myself up on trembling arms and see you a few feet away, smiling and waving confidently to the crowd, playing them like a pro. I look down at myself — my leotard shredded and hanging open, one breast badly bruised and still exposed, my pussy lips swollen, bright red and throbbing from the brutal grinding. Humiliated and aching, I quietly slink away toward the dressing room, head down, trying to avoid the peeking camera’s

Once inside the respite of the dressing room, I quickly strip off the ruined leotard and start putting on a fresh green one. I am stuffing my swollen, bruised breast into the tight, squeezing fabric. My nipples poking visibly against the thin green layer. While I’m adjusting and jiggling them into place. my fight manager starts berating me loudly.. Anger flares hot in my chest and I snap back at him viciously.

“You want to do something actually useful?”

I reach into my purse and shove a small taser into his hands. “Here… get out into the crowd” I’m going to push that bitch near you in the next round. When she gets close… taser her. Then I’ll knock her out cold.”

Angrily I get out of the dressing room and step back into the mayhem of the crowd..

<Chun Li Power>

I go to my supporters and take some pics with them as you go into the dressing room. I dont go to my dressing room, I get a drink and keep my body warm. thay bitch coming back i say to the ref.

I stand in the centre of the bridge, my body shiny muscles flex. Cammy is mine now, I say. I watch the door of the dressing room, the timer counting down to the start of the next round. I see movement and see you walking stiffly, in a new leotard. i run my hand over my fighters letex suit i have on. I lift my fists. Come on, Cammy, I will finish you off quickly, I shout.

<Cammy>

I step out of the dressing room. I see you casually chatting and laughing with your supporters. The crowd is now giving you way more positive energy than they did at the start of the fight. Cheering, taking photos, hanging on your every word while you sip your drink and boast about how you’re going to beat me up. It pisses me off.

I feel a slight limp in my step, my bruised sex throbbing every movement, a reminder of what you did to me last round. When I hear you shout “I’ll finish you off quickly,” something snaps inside me.

*shouting* “No… I’m going to beat you, Beijing Bitch!!!”

::ROUND 2::

<Cammy>

As the announcer reaches for the microphone to call the start of the round, I’m alredy on the move... I leap high into the air, spinning my body sharply as I unleash a powerful spinning back kick. My leg whips out straight and high, aiming straight for your head, my blonde ponytail snapping wildly behind me in a flurry of motion as my entire body commits to the strike.

Halfway through the air, closing the distance between us rapidly, I hear the announcer’s voice boom across the bridge: “Round 2! FIGHT!”

<Chun Li Power>

I then feel somthing presed in to my ass cheek. Before I can look around, see who in the crowd is touching me, a massive jolt starts to spread over my body. My eyes go wide as blue flashes of electricity start to run over my blue latex. My vision is just a white blur as I stand stock still, twitching my body, jerking muscles locked tight, shocked. As the flashes over my latex and down my legs and up to my head start to fade. The taser used by the secret Cammy team member drops to the floor as they slip back into the crowd. The hot taser on the floor, smoking on the damp tarmac, its 100-use power cell set to discharge in one hit, is spent. I stand like a statue, my muscles in shock, all locked tight, my fists still raised, thighs parted, legs look ready to kick, but my eyes look glazed over. steam wisps around my feet where my body was grounded. My body flexed, locked in place, but I am in a deep stun.

<Cammy>

Halfway through the air, I catch a perfect glimpse of my fight manager sneaking up behind you and jamming the taser hard into your ass cheek. Your smug, confident expression shatters instantly. Your eyes fly wide open in shock as a massive jolt rips through your body. You stand completely frozen, mouth open in a silent scream, fists still raised in that pathetic fighting pose.

-Perfect-

With every ounce of rage and power in my body, I hammer my spinning back kick home. A loud, sickening CRACK echoes across the bridge as my foot buries itself deep into the center of your face. I feel the brutal impact travel up my leg , violently from the blow.

I don’t stop for even a split second. To even admire the damge.. I immediately follow up, driving a vicious knee strike directly into your jaw with all my weight behind it. Then, with a savage roar, I drop down, and whip my legs around a powerful spinning low arc that aimed at back of your knees like a baseball bat. Sweeping your legs from under you instantly.

I dump you unceremoniously to the floor like a discarded sack of meat.

Flipping back up into my fighting stance.. To the Loud cheers of my fans.. blissfully unaware of the foul play that just transpired...

Now it’s my time to gloat.

Taking my time to smile and wave at the fans.. blowing a kiss in their direction.. I turn slowly to look at the results of my work…

<Chun Li Power>

I am in shock stund. oggghhhhh ooofffffffff uuuuugggggghhhhhh. My face is beet, my nose bursts, my lips drip as I lean back and fall, supported by the barriers. Then my legs, my most powerful weapons, are swept out from under me. I fall to the ground, pushing over the barriers, one leg splad out at an odd angle, my head spinning, my vision foggy. My blue latex is showing my body twitching, and I'm in trouble as I try to recover. Drive by more of your tricks and deceivings. I feel hands from the crowd touch my body taking advantage of my defenselessness. I move my good leg to cancel the KO countout. Wont try to roll over hands all over my lower body as I roll onto the down barryer and closer to the crowd. Ohhhhhhhh, get off me, I grunt as I try to sit up.

This is a private room. The room expires if all members close the room.

<Cammy>

A small vicious smile appears on my face as I look over at you sight with deep satisfaction. You are knocked to the ground, smoweher halfway between the fight stage and the baying crowd.... Your face a swollen, bruised mess.. nose bleeding heavily, lips split your eyes dazed.. But then I see you starting to sit up groggily, trying to shake it off. What the fuck? How is This bitch still not out?

My throbbing pussy a stark reminder of what happened last round.. I have to finish this now before she recovers, I tell myself. I look up at the referee. He is standing between us with his hand outstretched toward me, signaling me to stay back. Effectively barring me from approaching.. But his eyes remain locked on you as he begins the K.O. count, with you sitting there taking your time to recover...

..Rage boils up inside me…

I don’t hesitate. I roughly shove his arm aside and run towards you. As you start to sit up still a bit dazed and vulnerable. I Wind up like a pro football player about to kick a ball from one end of the football pitch to the other.. I swing my leg and blast my boot straight into the side of your head with sickening, force.

<Chun Li Power>

I am too dizzy to feel the kick, but I feel the black that folds over my body with a sharp pain. I lay in the crowd, and they feel me up as I count down from 10 to 0 without any movement. Then the voice booms out, "KO CAMMY WINS ROUND 2!"

I come around, ohhhhhh, I've grown in and see I am lying on a table back in my changing room. I feel the cold ice working on my beat-up face as I try to open my eyes, seeing my team at work. What happened? I mown, and got told the bitch had a cheat and stuck me with a taser. Bitch, I curse. I look at the timer counting down until I have to reenter the ring or lose by default. 6 minutes must get up, I am stiff, my face is sore, but the blood is stopped, and I can see. I stretched, tried to recover, and reached the bridge just before the time ran out.

<Cammy>

As watch you being dragged off to your dressing room, supported by two of your staff. The cheers from the British fans are absolutely deafening, completely drowning out the boos from the Asian supporters. It brings a big smirk to my face.

I strike a sexy victory pose for the crowd — arching my back and thrusting my chest out proudly so my heavy breasts strain tightly against the thin green leotard. My puffy niples showing.. I seductively run one hand down the side of my body, starting at the top of my breast, slowly tracing over the curve before sliding down along my toned abs, and finally planting it firmly on my hip. At the same time, I stretch my other arm straight up high above my head, fingers spread in a confident V-shape. giving the crowd a teasing show of my body.

I spot one particularly angry Chinese fan screaming insults at me, and i shout back at her, “What’s the matter? Mad that your rapist Chun-Li got her ass kicked by a real woman? Go cry back in China with the rest of you losers!”

She hurls a milkshake at me in rage, but it flies completely wide, splattering harmlessly on the bridge floor. I laugh loudly and taunt her, “Nice throw! You need to work on your aim as badly as that whore Chun-Li does aiming her strikes!”

She instantly fires back, yelling at the top of her lungs: “At least she doesn’t need to cheat with a taser to win, you dirty slut! Everyone saw what you did!”

Suddenly the entire bridge falls deathly silent — both the cheering and booing stopping at once. As the attention of the fans shifts back and forth between the Chinese woman and me.. The fans waiting in anticipation for my reaction… My face burns bright red with embarrassment and rage. I start marching toward her, fists clenched, ready to shut her up permanently.. Just as I see her eye’s widen in fear..

-You reappear from your dressing room-

I prick my finger at the fan.... “Saved by the bell, bitch”…Then I turn away from her shifting my attention to you…I sneer at you and call out loudly, “You sure took your time…”

:: ROUND 3::

<Chun Li Power>

I am mad, but put it deep in my belly. As I see you looking pissed, I am back on time. I see you thought I would not get back and give you the win by default. The voice rings out, "FINAL ROUND FIGHT!" I put on "I am still wozzy," which is not too wrong, but the rage is good for clearing your head. I look wide open to attack and see you run jummp up screaming "canon strike." Your feet are heading for my face to knock my head off. But I am ready; my own leg swings up in a power strike, my powerful thigh driving it, and it kicks up and hits your outstretched legs with a crunch. I see you suddenly change direction mid-air. I watch you fall into a heap as my leg returns to the ground. Not so easy bitch, I hiss.

<Cammy>

Seeing you still dizzy and unsteady on your feet, I decide to end this quickly. I leap high into the air and launch into my Cannon Strike, feet aimed straight at your face. To my surprise, your leg suddenly flies upward in a flash. The world spins upside down as your powerful kick intercepts me mid-air, sending me crashing hard to the floor. I’m more shocked by your speed and precision than actually hurt.

*thinking* That was sloppy of me… I only went in so aggressively because that fan got to me…

As you stand over me.. and mouth, “Not so easy, bitch…” I glare back up at you with pure venom. “Just you wait… I’m going to take my time destroying you. I’ll make you pay for sending that rapist after me… I’m going to add a lot more purple to that already bruised face of yours!”

I scream in fury, flip myself up off the floor in one smooth motion, and immediately launch into a spinning backfist.

<Chun Li Power>

My face is sore, with a black eye and a big red bruise on my cheek, my lip red, and my nose still dripping some red. But my kick sent you flying. I smile and regret it as a shout of pain spreads from my moving lips.

I watch you as you jummp back up, "Oh, I make you tell the truth before this fight is over", I tell you. Then, as the adrenaline starts to pump in my system, the pain subsides a little. I see you leap up and see a powerful back fist heading my way. I jump back, so you have to re-adjust.

I spin myself as I jump back, my fist lashing out, trying to hit your abs. I would love to wreck that six-pack, my fist heading for your belly button. I power my arm out, ducking as I do, to hopefully get under your spinning backfist and leave a way for my fist to slam into the flexed green-covered abs.

<Cammy>

My spinning backfist lashes out at nothing but empty air as you easiliy dodge and avoid it, moving your body in the opposite direction of my spin with perfect timing. Before I can adjust my spinning backfist, i rotate myself directly onto your approaching fist…

your powerful blow lands with devastating force.

Your fist slams dead center into my belly button, caving in my tight six pack.. your hand burying itselves deep into my midriff. my abs parting helplessly around your fist as you crush my soft organs against my lower spine. A loud audible crunch of knuckles colliding with my spine echoes across the bridge.. Then the pain sets in.. A sharp, explosive wave radiates from my navel through my entire body, forcing a short, high-pitched yelp from my lips. My heavy breasts bounce sharply inside my tight leotard from the force, my body shuddering as.. my body folds around your powerful fist.. doubling over...

My eyes widen in shock and agony, breath hitched in my throat. All around me I hear a collective shocked gasp ripple through my fans on the bridge.

With every bit of willpower I can muster, I stay upright... and throw a counter… a sloppy punch aimed at your head… but it’s slow and unfocused, leaving me completely wide open to your next attack.

<Chun Li Power>

I feel my punch land and abs turning to pulp. Yes, got you bitch, I hiss. My eyes are swollen, hindering my vision. Still, I miss your counterattack till the last minute, and my head snapped back, but luckily, it was just pain that rattles through my head. If you could have landed a full power punch, it would have given you the win and knocked me out. But that's a warning to me not to take you lightly till you're beaten.

I stagger to the side as you are trying to pull yourself together. I drop to my knees and slam my fist up into a low blow punch. The crack of fist to pussy mound rings out, echoing around the bridge.

My punch lifting you as I upercut your green V of your leotard from my knleening poison. I see in your eyes that it is effective, as you stumble back from my fist.

I touch my cheek, red running down from your counter, I grunt, knowing that a lot of damage to my face you have done. Seeing you still standing, I do a little leap, and my foot kicks into your sternum, sending you back with a thud.

Now tell who is lying. I shout. I know I can't risk knocking you out till you say it was not me that sent out a rape gang to take you down.

<Cammy>

I desperately try to block the low blow with my red gauntlet, swiping downward, but you see it coming and drop low, easily bypassing my parry. with a thud your fist slams perfectly into my cameltoed leotard.. A loud, groan escapes my lips as fresh pain explodes through my already-bruised pussy.

Then you leap upward into a powerful flying kick. Still up on my toes, and hurteling forward.. from your low blow, I try to raise my arms to block, but the attempt is pathetic. Your foot crashes squarely into my sternum with massive force, hammering straight into my solar plexus. The impact sends my heavy breasts jiggling violently and wildly against the tight, straining fabric of my leotard as I’m blasted backward, skidding hard across the asphalt until I come to a standstill in a breathless heap.

Through the pain I hear a gigantic roar erupt from the Chinese fans.

“Tell them who is lying!” you shout.

You stand over me dominantly like a predator looming above her prey. I look up into your angry eyes… those deep, dark, intense eyes… and a powerful shudder runs through my body. It isn’t just pain — something hot coiling low in my belly, making my thighs instinctively press together. For a brief moment I’m lost in your gaze.

Then I snap out of it, pushing the feeling away.

“I’m not lying, bitch! You are! You sent that asshole after me… and I beat him to a pulp!” I wheeze and puff through my words, still struggling to get oxygen back into my lungs.

“And now I’ll do the same to you!!!” I scream.

I leap at you from the ground, launching into a high side kick… but as I rise, you can clearly see how weak I’ve become. My kip-up lacks any real pop, and my attack comes at you as if in slow motion, drained of speed and power.

<Chun Li Power>

I lift my arms to block as I see you try to counterattack. Your power is weakening, I say as I reach out to catch your wrist.

I pull you into my arms, and my body flexes as I drag you to a bollard on the bridge. I feel pain as you try to stop me, your fist hits me, red, sore face. But I am too mad to be stopped by some pain, the sting on my ass left from your taser a reminder of your tricks.

I push you onto the bollard and balance you on it so my parted thighs can stradle your famous abs, stretching you over the top of the bollard, looking up.

Now I have you. I told you I would destroy you until you tell the truth. I hiss. My thighs flex, and I feel your abs try to flex against the crushing grip of my closing legs. I grimace as your abs try to outmuscle my thighs, but my thighs, like an iron belt, start to tighten.

grrrrrrrr. I grunt, tell the crowd the truth, I shout. My latex is showing my body in full flex. Talk, you cant resist me, I add. Your trainer waves the taser at you, hoping you can get me close to the fence, but I am wise to that trick now.

My thighs tighten ever more, squeezing and crushing. My hand on your green-clad boob to bend you, hold you down over the bollard, you're going nowhere, I tell you. My thighs are tightening and tightening.

<Cammy>

Your thighs clamp around my midsection like a steel vice,. The thick muscles of your legs flex and squeeze with incredible force, compressing my abs, my lower ribs, and my lower spine all at once. My abs are no match for you. “Nngh…! Ahh… fuck…!” I grunt as i feel your famous thighs sinking deeper, and deeper… mercilessly crushing my soft core against the bollard.

Then you wrap your hands around my neck, yanking me me backwards over the bollard hard. My upper spine is arching in the wrong direction, every vertebra protesting. The pain is agonizing,. My chest is forced upward, my heavy breasts thrusting upward, stretching the green leotard tight across my chest. I gasp and choke, struggling for breath..

“Tell the crowd the truth!” you growl into my ear, your powerful voice cutting straight through me. Hiting something deep inside my mind again. It melts my resistance, flooding me with submissive heat. My thoughts scatter as your authoritative voice dominates me, making my body betray me completely.

Your hand suddenly grabs one of my breasts roughly, painfully squeezing the soft, heavy mound. The possessivve sensation is overwhelming, sending a electric pulse of arousal deep down inside me, straight to my pussy. wetness floods out of me, creating a dark, humiliating wet spot that quickly spreads across the crotch of my leotard. You feel my nipple suddenly pressing against your palm.. as my big, puffy teats harden instantly. Poking obsecely against the already streched out leotard.. My pained grunts completely melt into desperate, erotic moans. As i fight the pleasure flooding my body.

My body shudders for a moment.. and my hips twitch weakly against the vicous bend and your crushing thighs that have my entire body in torment.

“Fine…” I whisper barely audible, my voice trembling with pain and arousal, “…I lied…”

<Chun Li Power>

I feel your nipples hard and get a little turned on. I smile, and my legs release some pressure. Now say that louder, I say.

I feel you squirm, and your damp pussy is pressing on my blue latex-covered pussy mound. I look down; it is distracting. I cant let you take my foces.

Your damp pussy pressing on my shiny blue mound, leaving a mark and making me show a camel-toe. No, cant get turned on, I tell myself.

I pull you up and force you onto your feet. Now, speak up, I tell you.

<Cammy>

Your powerful thighs keep clamping down harder and harder around my waist, crushing my midsection mercilesly. I squirm and struggle against you, but it only makes your legs sink even deeper. I hear my ribs creaking, my spine protesting… until a sharp pop shoots through my back. A flash of real fear hits my mind..

..This is going to break me...

At the same time, your hand mauls my breast painfully, digging harder into the soft, flesh. Destroying my stiff, swollen nipple between your fingers. The sharp mix of pain and pleasure makes me moan shamelessly. Another dominant command from your lips hammers straight into my mind, melting what little resistance I have left.

I look up into your eyes with a desperate expression. fear and arousal mixing together as I pant and whimper. My voice comes out weak and broken:

“P-Please stop…” I moan softly, my voice trembling, “y-you’re killing me…”

Suddenly your thighs loosen. Sweet air rushes back into my lungs as you release my aching breast. You grab me by the neck and yank me up to my feet like a ragdoll. Displaying me in fullv view tot he crowd of fans on the bridge…

I look over the crowd.. i see my fans, not a lot of noise coming from them now…some are shocked and stumped, others angry. Other’s having dropped their litle english flags and are now openly cheering for chun li. I see the chines fans cheering euphriouisly..some of them mocking me.... i see the face of the chines woman i was at odds with earlier.. we make eye contact... she starts laughing at me and flicks me the finger...

..I feel my throbbing breast…

“Now speak up!”

You shout at me again..Your voice yolting me.. terrified and shamefully turned on, I cough and gasp before finally….

“Yes! Yes, I lied!!!” I shout between loud coughs. “You didn’t send anyone after me… I made it up!!”

<Chun Li Power>

That's it. You're on record now, so I don't need to keep you coharant. As I move up to climb onto a raised part of the bridge deck. My tight latex is showing off my body power as I stretch as I climb up your body trapped over my head in my grip.

I stand adout an extra 1.5 meters higher on this raised bit. I lift you as high as I can; my hand cups your tit tight; my other hand is not clamped on your damp pussy. I grunt as I lift you, my legs planted, but I am starting to feel the strain.

But now I have you where I want you. I leap up in the air and dive off onto the bridge deck. Pushing you down, then we hit the ground with a mighty crash.

I land on top of you. I feel the air pushed out of you, then I feel the ground hit me under you. I yowl as the pain of being impaled hits, but I see you under me, one of your legs crushed up around my head, twisted. I force my own pain back as I sit up, my fist punching your head as I sit on you.

I feel my ankle is twisted from the drop, but my knees dig into your sides as my punches land. The referee is trying to stop me and count for a KO, shouting at me to pin you.

<Cammy>

You drag me up the parapet like a trophy. My body is already burning with shameful arousal as you keep groping and squeezing my breast, At the same time, your other hand firmly grabs, my swollen pussy. It’s wetness soaking your hands in my juices. For a brief second I see the long drop below.. Then, to my horror, I realize how high up we are.

The combination of, the height, the rough grip on my breast, and the pressure on my clit is overwhelming. I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily under the abuse of your fingers. My head is swimming.

Please... I moan…

Then you leap off with me.. using me as a cushion for your fall… Your knees dig brutally into my already injured ribs as ae crash down onto the bridge deck.

Before I can even recover, your fists begin raining down on my face — hard, heavy punches that bruise and swell my cheeks, lips, and eyes. Each strike makes my head snap to the side, my blonde braids whipping around across the ground. Yet through the pain, a dark, twisted heat floods my body. Being dominated so completely by you, pinned helplessly beneath you, while you beat me down… it keeps turns me on more and more ... My pussy throbs and clenches with every punch, my nipples rock-hard and aching as shameful pleasure mixes with the pain of the punishment.

<Chun Li Power>

I am feeling tired; from the beating I took, it has taken its toll. I slow down punching, but I don't think you're a danger now, so I don't need to think adout defence.

I stand up, reach down, and pull your leotard aside to expose your pussy and lift you up. So you dangle in front of me.

I stumble to the crowd holding you in front of me and let the crowd fondle you. Their hands all over you. Yes, play with her, I shout, holding your limp body tight.

I feel the odd, chancing hand rub my blue latex grrrrrr off that I hiss, it's Cammy you're getting to feel.

They work on you as I hold you tight, then in my grip your boob pops out of the leotard, straining now.

Now you know who is the cheat make for pay I shout off my thighs chancer, as someone else takes the chance to feel me too.

The hands keep playing with you till one hand takes the chance and rubs my latex-covered camel toe hard- ohhhh, off, off, grunt, stepping back, still holding you. I let you go and let you stand, red pussy dripping. looking dazes.

I flex my tired body, my foot lifts, and my thigh goes hard, flexing. Then, in a blur, my foot moves your body, jerking like it's getting shocked; my leg powers move fast, thud bammm thud bammm hits on your body till I thrust my leg up, my foot under your boobs, lifting you in the air to land in a heap. The KO

<Cammy>

I’m only half-aware, my head still spinning from the beating, when I feel dozens of hands all over my exposed body. Ugly, filthy men…wearing some of them wearing caps and t-shirt depicting the british flag…

They grope me shamelessly, slapping and squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, fondling my ass.

*thinking* My own fans!!! God… there treating me like a cheap whore…

Then suddenly a much bolder, confident hand slides between my thighs. I look down and see her — the same Chinese woman I threatened earlier. Her fingers play with my bruised pussy like she owns it.. Rubbing my clit in slow, possessive circles before pushing two fingers against my wet entrance.. Without warning she pinches my sensitive clit hard. Sharp pain shooting through me, as she claims me in front of the rolling camera's.

*Panting deeply* She’s… I can’t…

*thinking* No....this isn't happening!!!...

The domination sends me over the edge. My hips buck and spasm violently as I cum hard right into her hand, Loudly moaning in front of the roaring crowd. My pussy gushes wetly over her fingers while she stares straight into my eyes with a condescending, smirk, her expression of victorious superiority, clearly enjoying every second of my public breakdown.

You suddenly jerk me backward by the neck. A long, trail of my juices stretching between the hand of the fan and my thighs as I get pulled backward..

I stagger about a bit in front of you, completely defenseless. Then my groggy eyes I lock with yours.. Your eyes awash with power and domination… Mine pleading… begging for mercy…. my expression one of total submission.

You shout “Hyakuretsukyaku!” and your legendary legs become a terrifying blur of speed and precision. Your lightning-fast kicks hammer into my body with devastating accuracy — thud, bam, thud, bam —One particularly vicious kick slams into my lower abdomen with such brutal force, I feel an intense sharp pain radiating from lower abdomen…

*Complete paniced thinking* That whore!!! No… She.... She is destroying my womanhood…!!!

again and again you strike me…each kick perfectly placed, showcasing your superior fighting skill as you break me apart. The barrage ends as your foot arcs upward with and mith a meaty splat, explodes into my heavy, exposed breast, lifting me clean off the ground.

I fly back and collapse in a broken heap.

Everything goes black instantly. A complete silence falls over the crowd as my body lies completely motionless on the bridge deck. Except for my left leg twitching and spasming involuntarily from the brutal KO.

Then the ref drops down besides me and begins the countdown.

<Chun Li Power>

I stand with my thighs parted to show off my legs as I shout out the countdown. I have me back to the crowd, focused on you. I see your KO. I smile. You won't be able to invoke the 5-round clause. You can't shoot to extend the rounds to five if you KO, I think. No one will save you, Cammy, I say as the counter clicks down.

::After the Fall::

<Narrator>

The sterile hum of the hospital room is the only sound as I slowly wake up. A doctor stands across from my bed, Focused on a large X-ray displayed on the wall across from me. My eyes widen slightly as I see my lower spine — metal screws and plates holding shattered vertebrae together.

<Doctor>

*murmering* Extensive trauma…

A punch caused this you say?

<Cammy>

*annoyed* Yes….. Chun li punched me in the stomach…. Then I felt a crack…

<Doctor>

A single punch by chun li, really!!? Damage this severe to a spine, is rare in combat sports, you know… I’ve certainly never seen this before… Well… aside from high-energy impacts… Like a pedestrian being hit by a speeding car off course…

*looking back up at the x-ray*

*murmering, impressed*….But by a single punch…

*With admiration in my voice*  I guess they are right to call her the strongest woman in the world!…

I smile kindly as i place the clipboard on the table beside your bed. “The vertebrae look stable now, no signs of infection. You’re doing well, all things considered.”

Being close to you… I let my eyes linger a moment too long on your chest.

Even in a hospital gown, you looks incredible. The thin fabric of the sheets, clinging to the curve of your big breasts, the outline of your nipples faintly visible.

I reach out and place my hand on your shoulder, slowly sliding it down your arm…. “But given the severity of your injuries, I’d like to keep you here for another week or so for observation.” I run my eyes up and down your body again… helping myself to your breasts again… 

*thinking* But probably a bit more then observing* Then I head for the door…

*cheerfully* “Keep your spirits up! That’s important for recovery!

<Cammy>

*thinking* glad that that creep is gone…

The moment he leaves, I reach for the medical chart and start reading. The list is brutal:

Pelvic trauma. Internal bleeding. Multiple blunt force contusions. Loss of consciousness from cerebral trauma. Ruptured breast tissue. Multiple rib fractures. Shattered spinal vertebrae.

This wasn’t a fight… I was butchered….

Reading the charts, feels like reliving every blow. I can feel Chun-Li’s fist slamming mercilessly into my abdomen again..Hard enough to shatter my spine. I can feel her massive, powerful thighs wrapping around my body like iron cables, squeezing the life out of me. I can hear the sickening rhythm of her Hyakuretsukyaku — those lightning-fast kicks hammering into me again and again. And finally, the humiliation of that forced confession in front my fans…

In my mind’s eye, I see her angry, dominating eyes again — so intense, so powerful, so beautiful. A shameful wave of heat floods through me. My pussy clenches and I feel a fresh trickle of wetness seep between my thighs.

No… not again…

Angrily I snap out of it… angry with my self… I throw the chart to the floor.. I flip around in bed and bury my face in my pillow.. The sudden motion sending a jolt of pain shooting through my body….

Raaaahhhh!!!!!….

*thinking* Calm down cammy….calm down…

I need to get my mind off of chun li for a moment…

I grab the remote and flick on the flat screen tv…

The first thing I see is Chun-Li standing triumphantly on Tower Bridge, glowing with victory as she answers reporters with a radiant smile. The crowd around her cheers wildly. The camera then zooms out, to take a shot of a massive Chinese flag being suspended proudly between the two towers of the bridge.

Instantly My blood boils.

I smash the power button.. turning the tv off.. the remote goes flying through the room…

I flip over again…My face.. digging into the pillows…. this time ignoring the pain…

*muffled shouting* CHUN LI YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!!

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