Cammy and Chun-Li round one

Round One: Cammy versus Chun-Li

The Setting:
A dimly lit wrestling ring, ropes taut and sturdy. Two corners each bear the logo of the two championship belt corners. The air is thick with tension, the anticipation of a fierce match about to commence.

The Competitors:
Cammy White, the fiery haired sniper, confident and dangerous. Her skimpy wrestling attire leaves little to the imagination. The leotard clings to herEvery curve, while fishnet stockings wrap around her toned legs, attached to boots designed for an erotic dominatrix. Bandages cling to her busty chest as if binding in her ample assets.

Chun-Li, the Street Fighter IV wonder, a veteran in the ring. Her body is a testament to years of rigorous training. The mystic creature tattooed across her right shoulder subtly shifts with her muscles, as if a breathing living thing. Her white heeled boots and white shin guards add to her formidable persona. Her leotard, also painted on, stretches across her ample bust.

The Referees: Two buxom blonde women stand at opposite corners, clipboard in hand, eyeing the two women with lustful eyes.

The Rules: This match seems more amusement than sport. No rules, no holding back. Last woman standing.

The Beginning:
The referee calls the two to the center of the ring. They face each other, shoulder to shoulder, gaze boring into one another. Arms rise, fingers laced together, a showdown of wanton willpower rather than a sportsmanlike handshake. The ref prays, “You know the rules. No biting, defurs or throwing each other out of the ring. Otherwise, anything goes.” She smirks, her voice a husky whisper. “Now, wrestle!”

The Match:
Cammy lunges first, fingertips snagging into Chun-Li’s leotard top. She pulls, the fabric giving way with a ‘riiiiiip’, Chun-Li’s ample bust spilling free. Cammy ducks, swinging her doughy fists into Chun-Li’s chiseled abs, a loud ‘thwack’ each time.

Chun-Li stumbles back, shaking off the blows, her eyes lighting up, nostrils flaring. A devilish grin splits Chun-Li’s face. In an instant, she’s behind Cammy, arms wrapping tightly around the sniper’s bust. Bosoms spill out as Chun-Li tears at Cammy’s top, her weight winning out. The leotard falls to the floor, two stair-step boots on Cammy’s nudity.

Cammy flips back, snaking her legs around Chun-Li’s, moments before Chun-Li free-falls to the mat, Cammy’s fishnet-clad calves wrapped around her back, pulling them chest to chest. A static headbutt to her opponent’s skull earns Cammy a groan of pain from Chun-Li who clutches her forehead.

“Don’t even think about it!” Chun-Li warns, grinning. Her fingers find an opening under the fishnets, digging between Cammy’s doughy cheeks.

“Don’t flatter yourself!” Cammy hisses, bucking her hips. She pulls at Chun-Li’s hair, trying to tilt her spinal cord forward, but Chun-Li resists. Instead, Cammy’s movements provide the ‘camel accomplishment’ grip.

Chun-Li grips the inside of Cammy’s thighs as she stands, knees high, her movement jerks across her hips. Cammy shrieks as Chun-Li stands tall, lifting the abrasive assassin high.

“Carmastery!” Chun-Li roars as she tosses Cammy to the mat. The assassin crumples, shaking her head as she rolls to her side, giving tribute to Chun-Li’s virgin workouts.

Chun-Li stands, hands on her hips like a master craftsman displaying their latest work. She turns, posing for the audience as they cheer, partially disrobing before them. Cammy sits, nodding slowly, eyeing the ropes, gauging the distance. She takes a deep breath, spreading her arms as if holding onto invisible bars. With a sudden heave, Cammy swings her legs up to the third rope, standing in a crouch, then tossing her arms back to catapult herself forward with a double moonsault into Chun-Li’s back – a backbone to spine shattering maneuver.

Chun-Li groans as she feels the weight of Cammy’s bosom crush into her shoulders before bouncing off in a side-by-side wiggle. She pushes her feet into the mattress and lift, calmly turning with Cammy on her back like a riding horse.

Cammy rolls off, her momentum shooting her into the ropes, she bobs in a crouch, then hustles toward Chun-Li as her opponent grabs the bottom rope, arms outstretched to catch Cammy. She realizes Cammy’s momentum was all a ruse, halting her body just shy of Chun-Li’s as she moves like a jaguar and Cascades into a break out arm sprowing.

Chun-Li is driven into the ringpost with an immediate snapping motion. She crumples, hands tickling the mats before falling still.

The Blondie ref hurries to her feet, bending low, waving her hands. “One,two…” she raises one finger, counting…

“THREE!” Her voice raises a pitch an octave, like a cat in heat. She rises, spinning in loops. Turning, she bends over, her hands on her knees. “Winner… Cammy White!”