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King
*huff, puff*
"You had enough yet, girlie?" Jack said, licking his chops at the prospect of finishing off the sexy blonde fighter. King had wandered into the wrong part of Southtown and she got the same treatment all outsiders got: a major beating. She'd fought Jack before, but always in an organized match. On these streets, surrounded by the roar of motorcycles and his blood thirsty gang, there was a palpable sense of menace that was throwing her off. He'd caught her early in the fight with a brutal right cross that had her seeing stars. He was unnaturally focused. The same atmosphere that was messing her up seemed to make him faster. Tougher. Meaner.
Jack stood in front of her now. She threw a half-hearted kick combination that he easily deflected before reaching out and grabbing her throat. She could feel her windpipe being compressed as his fat fingers closed around her neck. The bikers revved their hogs in approval as Jack showed off his immense strength, lifting King into the air with one hand. Her legs kicked meekly and the whites of her eyes began to show as her air was cut off. Before she could pass out, Jack thrust her into the concrete with a vicious choke slam. The ground shook, causing the crowd to jump and then cheer loudly. King's back, neck and shoulders collided with the hard ground and she flipped over, face down. Jack's gang began to chant his name. He stepped away from his victim and began gathering his ki, channeling forces far beyond his comprehension. King was only able to fight up to one knee when she was blasted by a gigantic energy blast. The mystical fire slammed into her causing her to jerk back. As she fell, she could feel the fire engulfing her and burning her shirt off of her body. When the energy dissipated, the gang was treated to the sight of her shapely chest nearly spilling out of her skimpy white bra. She stood on wobbly knees for a second before collapsing onto her back. Jack gathered some steam before leaping into the air and sitting on King. Her upper body was completely squished. The last thing she felt before being knocked out was the feeling of her chest almost caving in and Jack's grotesque backside pressed against her.
"I thought you had guts, kid," Jack taunted. "But you only have a lousy wardrobe." He flexed his muscles while remaining seated on the defeated woman. There was only one "king" of Southtown on this day.
*****
Cammy (Street Fighter)
OR
Juri (Galaxy Fight)
(by the way, I know that Raden has been waiting to write something for the Punishment Series so y'all might want to wait for him to post next or he might actually kill somebody ;p )
