Shirayuki Mizore
New member
"Ugh! I knew I couldn't rely on him picking up his phone! All I ask for is a little consideration!" Poison was sitting in a Chinese food restaurant, fiddling with her phone. She was angrily trying to contact her partner Hugo for the upcoming crossover tournament. "It's not hard just to answer a phone! He knows today was the day to train especially hard!" Poison was shouting at her cell phone, drawing the attention of everyone around her. She stopped and looked around to see all eyes on her. Being embarrassed, she turned to the side and slumped into her seat, tilting the lid of her cap down.
When she turned to the side she noticed a flyer on the floor. It was quite colorful, grabbing her attention immediately. "What's this?" she asked, picking it up off the floor. Her eyes analyzed it, looking at a picture of a blonde female wrestler, smiling and winking as she gave two thumbs-ups. "Hmm, what a blonde bombshell," Poison thought to herself, "A partner like that could attract a lot of attention." Poison folded up the flyer and pocketed it when suddenly a man with silver hair sat down in front of her, wearing a white tuxedo. "Well, hello there young lady," he said in Chinese. Poison sighed in a frustrated manner and answered, "I'm sorry but I don't speak Chinese." "Hmm, so is this better then?" "Yeah, sure." "I couldn't help but notice you sitting her, looking angry and lonely. My name is Lee. Lee Chaolan." "Good for you." Lee raised an eyebrow, being confused as to why she was not falling for his charm like most other women did. "Well, might I ask for your name?" "Look, I really have to go." "But all I'm asking for is your name!" Poison ignored him, getting up out of her seat and heading out the door as Lee watched her swing her hips. "There's something strange about that woman...."
Poison reached into her shorts pocket and pulled out her car keys, hitting the unlock button to unlock the doors on her pink 1969 Dodge Charger. She grasped the door handle, getting inside and putting the key into the ignition as a green, one-hundred dollar bill key chain dangled freely. Poison turned the key and began to rev the engine as she smirked, before quickly pulling out of the parking lot.
Poison reached into her pocket, pulling out the flyer she found in the restaurant while she navigated along the road. She look at it and found the address to the event. "Okay, now let me just put this in the GPS," she said to herself. The GPS device beeped as she inputted the address to the gym, giving her a route to it. After receiving the route, Poison put her foot hardly on the gas pedal, pressing down as she picked up speed. "This should work out well."
Arriving at the gym, Poison parked the muscle car, getting out and heading to the door of the fancy-looking workout center. She could hear grunts and groans inside and the sounds of bodies hitting the mat but according to these clues, the match was really one-sided. Poison turned the corner to suddenly hear, "Here's the finisher! Bear hug!" The girl from the flyer was in the ring, wrapping her arms around another female wrestler in red. With her astounding strength, she lifted her off the ground and held her close to the point where her cheek was pressing against her opponent's chest. After getting her victim into such a grip, the girl in turquoise squeezed hard, crushing the other girl's back. "OW! My back! AGH!" She tried to escape but to no avail as she tapped the other girl on the shoulder frantically, signaling a submission. She was then dropped to the ground as the referee raised the girl in turquoise's hand, shouting, "Rainbow Mika wins by submission!"
Rainbow Mika smiled at the referee before turning suddenly, hearing someone clapping. Poison was the source of the noise, sitting in one of the chairs that surrounded the ring, one of her legs overlapping the other as she clasped her hands together, smiling devilishly at R. Mika. "What? Another challenger for me?" R. Mika asked. "No. I just wanted to congratulate you on that fabulous performance. I'm surprised I have not heard of you," Poison responded. "Most of my events are in Japan. So why are you here? Just for the show?" "No. I have a proposition to make." R. Mika slid under the ring ropes as Poison stood up out of the chair. Both girls stood face to face but the size difference was obvious. R. Mika was about five inches taller than Poison and her muscle mass beat out Poison's ass well since she was a wrestler after all. The referee stared at the colorful image of shades of pink and blue as both girls sized each other up. "Hmm, bigger than me as usual but I'll be able to handle her just like Hugo, and look at his size," Poison thought to herself. "Well this girl is unique in all aspects," R. Mika thought to herself as well. R. Mika then looked down, getting slightly jealous at Poison's busty attributes but at least her larger, more muscular, yet soft bottom beat out Poison's. After all, it was used in one of her special moves.
"So what are you proposing? Do you want to set up a match or something?" "No babe. I actually would like you to be my tag team partner for the upcoming crossover tournament. Have you heard of it?" R. Mika scratched her head lightly before sticking up her index finger and saying, "Oh yeah! Competitors from the King of Iron Fist and Street Fighter tournaments are coming together! Tag team matches! Just my kind of fight!" "So I take it your interested?" R. Mika fiddled with one of her long ponytails before responding, "Sure! I don't see why not. I don't have an idea of a partner anyway. Maybe I'll be able to see Zangief!" "Perfect. I can see that you train regularly so preparation isn't even needed. The tournament starts tomorrow so we will get our match-ups around noon. Would you like to stay with me tonight so we can get acquainted?" R. Mika nodded, leaving the gym with Poison and back to Poison's apartment.
When she turned to the side she noticed a flyer on the floor. It was quite colorful, grabbing her attention immediately. "What's this?" she asked, picking it up off the floor. Her eyes analyzed it, looking at a picture of a blonde female wrestler, smiling and winking as she gave two thumbs-ups. "Hmm, what a blonde bombshell," Poison thought to herself, "A partner like that could attract a lot of attention." Poison folded up the flyer and pocketed it when suddenly a man with silver hair sat down in front of her, wearing a white tuxedo. "Well, hello there young lady," he said in Chinese. Poison sighed in a frustrated manner and answered, "I'm sorry but I don't speak Chinese." "Hmm, so is this better then?" "Yeah, sure." "I couldn't help but notice you sitting her, looking angry and lonely. My name is Lee. Lee Chaolan." "Good for you." Lee raised an eyebrow, being confused as to why she was not falling for his charm like most other women did. "Well, might I ask for your name?" "Look, I really have to go." "But all I'm asking for is your name!" Poison ignored him, getting up out of her seat and heading out the door as Lee watched her swing her hips. "There's something strange about that woman...."
Poison reached into her shorts pocket and pulled out her car keys, hitting the unlock button to unlock the doors on her pink 1969 Dodge Charger. She grasped the door handle, getting inside and putting the key into the ignition as a green, one-hundred dollar bill key chain dangled freely. Poison turned the key and began to rev the engine as she smirked, before quickly pulling out of the parking lot.
Poison reached into her pocket, pulling out the flyer she found in the restaurant while she navigated along the road. She look at it and found the address to the event. "Okay, now let me just put this in the GPS," she said to herself. The GPS device beeped as she inputted the address to the gym, giving her a route to it. After receiving the route, Poison put her foot hardly on the gas pedal, pressing down as she picked up speed. "This should work out well."
Arriving at the gym, Poison parked the muscle car, getting out and heading to the door of the fancy-looking workout center. She could hear grunts and groans inside and the sounds of bodies hitting the mat but according to these clues, the match was really one-sided. Poison turned the corner to suddenly hear, "Here's the finisher! Bear hug!" The girl from the flyer was in the ring, wrapping her arms around another female wrestler in red. With her astounding strength, she lifted her off the ground and held her close to the point where her cheek was pressing against her opponent's chest. After getting her victim into such a grip, the girl in turquoise squeezed hard, crushing the other girl's back. "OW! My back! AGH!" She tried to escape but to no avail as she tapped the other girl on the shoulder frantically, signaling a submission. She was then dropped to the ground as the referee raised the girl in turquoise's hand, shouting, "Rainbow Mika wins by submission!"
Rainbow Mika smiled at the referee before turning suddenly, hearing someone clapping. Poison was the source of the noise, sitting in one of the chairs that surrounded the ring, one of her legs overlapping the other as she clasped her hands together, smiling devilishly at R. Mika. "What? Another challenger for me?" R. Mika asked. "No. I just wanted to congratulate you on that fabulous performance. I'm surprised I have not heard of you," Poison responded. "Most of my events are in Japan. So why are you here? Just for the show?" "No. I have a proposition to make." R. Mika slid under the ring ropes as Poison stood up out of the chair. Both girls stood face to face but the size difference was obvious. R. Mika was about five inches taller than Poison and her muscle mass beat out Poison's ass well since she was a wrestler after all. The referee stared at the colorful image of shades of pink and blue as both girls sized each other up. "Hmm, bigger than me as usual but I'll be able to handle her just like Hugo, and look at his size," Poison thought to herself. "Well this girl is unique in all aspects," R. Mika thought to herself as well. R. Mika then looked down, getting slightly jealous at Poison's busty attributes but at least her larger, more muscular, yet soft bottom beat out Poison's. After all, it was used in one of her special moves.
"So what are you proposing? Do you want to set up a match or something?" "No babe. I actually would like you to be my tag team partner for the upcoming crossover tournament. Have you heard of it?" R. Mika scratched her head lightly before sticking up her index finger and saying, "Oh yeah! Competitors from the King of Iron Fist and Street Fighter tournaments are coming together! Tag team matches! Just my kind of fight!" "So I take it your interested?" R. Mika fiddled with one of her long ponytails before responding, "Sure! I don't see why not. I don't have an idea of a partner anyway. Maybe I'll be able to see Zangief!" "Perfect. I can see that you train regularly so preparation isn't even needed. The tournament starts tomorrow so we will get our match-ups around noon. Would you like to stay with me tonight so we can get acquainted?" R. Mika nodded, leaving the gym with Poison and back to Poison's apartment.