Blaze Fielding whipped back her head and exhaled heavily, her sweaty chestnut tresses cascading down her back. After a long night fending off a seemingly unending series of gangsters, the former police detective had arrived at Mr. X's stronghold. The pseudonymous figure was the supposed overlord of the crime syndicate unleashed on the city, and Blaze was prepared to put an end to his stranglehold on her hometown. Clad in a halter top that scarcely contained her ample bust and a short skirt revealing her powerful legs, the sexy vigilante approached the abandoned building purported by numerous defeated thugs to contain their gang's leader.
She paused before entering the warehouse to admire the sunrise blooming in the distance. It was five AM, and the sun had charred the other side of the world and come back, painting the air above the city an imperial violet. A dark night of violence and narrow victories was giving way to another day of urban squalor and decay. After admiring the view and reflecting on the night's events, she approached the warehouse door, conveniently finding it unlocked.
...and she never saw the blow coming. As she crossed the building's threshold, a metal bat swung and connected with Blaze's right temple, sending her spiraling to the floor in a flurry of limbs. She shrieked, landing prone on her back with her legs spread.
Miraculously, the blow failed to knock her out, but after appraising her surroundings she found herself heavily outnumbered and began to fear for her safety. The futility of taking on an entire criminal syndicate began to dawn on her as her head rang out in excruciating pain following the collision with the bat. Her body ached following a night of combat, and she began to question her ability to prevail at this crucial juncture. Nevertheless, she stood up, adjusted her ruby-red skirt to cover her exposed panties, and approached the nearest thug prepared to engage in combat. Giving a sharp battle cry, Blaze raised her mighty leg and prepared to connect with the midsection of a nameless thug among the hundreds of nameless thugs she had dispatched that night.
Blaze's foot connected instead with the man's waiting palms, which held her leg parallel to the floor and placed her center of gravity on her remaining foot. Despair crept across the woman's features, as she was reduced to hopping on her remaining leg to maintain balance and attempted to dislodge her captive foot from her aggressor. Her high kick had caused her skirt to hike up, fully revealing the translucent, sweat-soaked white panties in which she had spent the night fighting crime. The gangster with the baseball bat slowly approached the imperiled warrior, who had begun sweating profusely in anticipation of her possible defeat. Her warrior's spirit had left her at the most crucial moment, and she began to weep for her helplessness. Her limpid blue eyes were twin jewels in a delicious mask of fear, hopelessness, and disappointment. In a split second, the baseball bat came up full force between Blaze's spread legs, with the thug apparently aiming to hit a home run by connecting with the woman's cotton-clad pussy. Blaze Fielding immediately went slack as she let out a husky, guttural moan of defeat, surrendering herself to a world of pain before falling unconscious. Her tormentors backed away as her exhausted body crumpled face-first to the floor, ample rump protruding alluringly in the air like an invitation.
Blaze awoke to find her breasts flopped out of her skimpy halter top and her lower body wholly denuded and spread open. She lay on top of a wood paneled desk, with a hooded figure facing a city skyline that had erupted into daylight. It would seem that she was going to have the privilege of meeting Mr. X after all...
Amy Christine "Lita" Dumas (WWE)
or
Seung Mina (Soul Calibur)
