Street Fighter X AFW - Clyde Gastin vs Juri Han

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What does an ordinary girl do with her night off? Hit the club, maybe meet some friends. Catch up on some reading. Watch a few shows, cuddle up in the bed, pass out after a few hours with the TV still going. Boring things.

Fortunately, Juri Han was no ordinary girl. No, she had much more interesting things to do with her times - a woman with her skills had to stay sharp, and what's more she loved doing it. So when she was excused for the week, with no missions and no tests to run for a few day, Juri decided to do what she would have been doing even if she were still on SIN's clock: Fight.

She accepted a match in the Street Fighter tourney, feeling this was a good time to enjoy herself. No deadlines, no strings, no one breathing down her neck for once. She could have a fight all her own, lay into some poor jackass and just enjoy the feel of broken bones, the sound of screams, the look in their eyes when her opponent realized just how fucked they were...she got goosebumps just imagining it.

She showed up early to the stage for the fight, and she couldn't have picked a better spot - just a run-down alley in the slums. The sort of area with people who knew how to mind their own business, one of those special little places in the civilized world where you can scream all you want and nobody comes to save you. Plenty of space to move. Shadows to hide in. Random blunt objects to possibly implement if things got hectic - yeah, this would do nicely.

Juri passed around the alley a few times, taking in that fresh, downtown garbage smell, before she jumped up and back flipped through the air in a perfect crescent, ten feet straight up. Coming to land on the railing of a fire escape, perched like a bird of prey, she gave her false eye a gentle rub. The Feng Shui Engine was burning as her anticipation mounted, but she kept it in check - she might not need it, after all. No need to go crazy and end the night too early - this was her time. Her rules. She'd take all the time she wanted with this one.

Biting her lip as a wry smile crept across, Juri sat down on the rail and crossed her legs, eager to see who she'd be up against. The agent? The schoolgirl? The soldier? God, not the fat-ass or the fucking Indian. So many possibilities...

"Time to play..."

The S.I.N. corporation... Never heard of them up until recently. But apparently this corporation was holding some sort of fighting tournament. They wanted the best fighters all over the world to come around for this sort of thing and Clyde T. Gastin of Liberty Texas was getting sick of all the crap he had been putting up with in AFW as of late. Between getting jumped at every corner and having to deal with psychos, sadists and insane nymphomaniacs, he just wanted to get his damn GED and bang his girlfriend but everyone was making that difficult!

And to think! At one point he was into all the adventure that came with all these insane violent sluts but now... It was just getting out of hand.

So when Clyde heard about this tournament, he saw this as his own way to get out of where he was right now. If he could win this tournament, he'd most likely be able to retire back in the states... But more importantly... He'd be fighting the supposed greatest fighters on earth, that was an opportunity Clyde couldn't turn down.

So he packed his bags after signing up for the tournament, taking on an intense training regmine before heading out, getting notice of where to meet his first opponent, someone in Japan.

It was a man in a pink Karate Gi who could... Throw fire balls from his hand. Although Clyde was astounded at first, it didn't take much to beat the ever living tar out of him before kncoking him out cold with the dreaded... Sharpshooter? He knew there were no tap outs for this thing but this dood seriously passed out to a sub- Nevermind. Clyde won and he was soon notified of next fight, thankfully, in japan as well.

Not knowing what really to wear anymore, Clyde wore his wrestling tights, tapped his fists, pads on his elbows and knees, matching boots. A denim vest and his cowboy hat. He didn't loook odd at all walking the streets of Japan until he came to this... Alleyway where he saw a woman with an odd hair style, sitting on the raiiling of a fire escape.

Clyde perched up his hat and gazed up at her, she was built like a brick house, had curvy hips and an ample bust with visibly rock hard abs. He'd ask her out if he wasn't about to beat her up like he did that Dan Hibiki character.

"Oi!" He shouted. "Are you here ta' fight or are ya part of some power ranger convention? Kinda hard ta' tell." He muttered coyly.

Since she entered the tournament, Juri had fought boxers, ninjas, luchadores, cops, soldiers, sumo wrestlers, an escaped convict, a yogi, and whatever the hell Blanka was supposed to be. She'd honestly felt she'd run the entire gamut of stereotypes - realistically speaking, there was only so many sorts of fights she could expect to encounter.

Well, as her opponent entered the stage, looking like the Clint Eastwood after a failed wrestling career, she had to reconsider that little notion. A cowboy. She'd never fought a cowboy before. Interesting. And there was something oddly familiar about this one, too.

She didn't reply to him, not at first. She rolled her head from one side to the other, trying to place where she knew him from. Right on the tip of her tongue.

"...oh. Oh. Clyde Gastin."

She hopped off the railing and landed right in front of him in a crouch, slowly rising up and looking him over from toe to head as she did - yeah, it was Clyde Gastin, all right. She kept up with the Anime Wrestling Federation quite regularly, a religious fan, always tapping the episode for watching during those quiet nights when boredom settled in. She was more of a Friction fan, so Clyde might have escaped her notice, if not for an interesting little match up with his sister and Allison Watson, which had him watching as his sister was brutalized. It gave her ideas. Many, many ideas. But she knew she'd never get the chance to really do anything with it - she wanted to keep a low profile, and the AFW was too public to even think about it.

But apparently, there was a god. A very kinky god.

"Sorry, I'm a big fan." She bit her lip and stepped back a bit, bare feet sliding along the floor. "Big fan. Isn't this tournament a little below someone like you, big man?"

Clyde's eyes widened as the woman hopped off that 10 foot railing after saying his name, she knew him clearly. Then she landed directly in front of him. Clyde took a step back instantly as he expected her to do... Something. But she didn't, she slowly rose up in a fluid motion like a snake. Her body moved like it was made of liquid, far too fluid. It was hard though not to oogle that babe from his close, and she looked pretty hot with the way she bit her lip.

He was hopeless and he knew it especially when the girl was stroking his growing ego... The one in his head. This woman knew his name, was a big fan and felt that he was pretty much above whatever this SIN corporation was doing. Oh he felt pretty high on himself.

"Not when the price is right, darlin'" He flashed her a grin before reaching out and sliding his taped hands over Juri's taut abs, letting his fingers dig into her slightly to give a slight squeeze. "I ain't one to complain if I win easy anyway... I took down the last guy real easy... Hopefully you can hit a lil' harder." He teased.

Oh, he was a bold one, reaching out and caressing her stomach. She hadn't expected that, but it figured - Clyde was a former champ, experienced, probably thought he had the situation in control, and her little boost certainly helped. It was all well and good, really. The higher he went, the harder the fall would be.

"Oh, I can hit hard." Her eye flashed for a moment, a brief glint of violet as she pressed forward and ran a hand over his chest, trailing her finger right down the middle. "Before I give you the demo, though, you have to answer a little question for me. Something I was always curious about."

She pressed her finger into his chest a little harder, starting to scratch as it traveled slowly downward. Her gaze went down with it, inspecting Clyde like he wasn't even a person to talk with at the moment. "Your match with Lily. When she had you down on your back, fucking your lights out while you moaned like a little bitch..." She emphasized those last words with three pokes. "What went through your head? What were you thinking?"

Clyde swore he saw a light emit from Juri's eye, but he swore he was just seeing things. He was far too distracted anyway when he felt Juri's soft hands running over his chest, making him sigh deeply as she touched him, easing up his tense muscles as her finger went over him.

He kept cool as she leaned forward for a question, only to end up closing his eyes as he felt her nails lightly dig into his flesh, scratching his chest. Oh that felt great and all was well until Juri unexpectedly brought up someone Clyde thought he'd never hear about again. Lilly. Freakin' Lilly. And Juri's words were like knives going into his back, fan or not, she was trying to push his buttons. and insult him. Moaned like a bitch she said?

Clyde's face shifted into a scowl. "Tch." He suddenly shoved her back with one hand to her shoulder after her last poke. "What's it ta' you anyway, lady?" He wasn't keen on sharing his thoughts on that moment at all.

She let out a sharp laugh as he pushed her away - she struck the exact nerve she was going for. If there was one thing she knew, it was pressing people's buttons, and Clyde's was bright red and flashing. Macho. Proud. Big ego. Perfect for breaking. She couldn't have gotten a better opponent if she'd done the picking herself.

"Easy, cowboy." She turned away from him and started to saunter away, making sure to put a little extra swivel in her hips. Clyde seemed to like her body. Good. He'd be getting more of it than he could handle. "It's my favorite scene, is all - like I said, big fan. I loved the way you begged her, the way you pleaded, the way you laid there and took it." She still had her back to him as she held her leg out and stretched it into a split, high above her head. "Golden stuff."

She spun around on the ball of her foot, slowly lowering her leg back down into her fighting stance, her eyes filled with hunger, her lips curling, her fingers twitching, her heart racing. Almost time. Almost time. "But you don't have to tell me, now. Save it - pretty soon, you're going to be telling me a lot of things. Things I want to know, things you think I want to know...anything to make the pain stop. Gonna be a lot of fun. Who knows? Maybe you won't even have to tell me what you were thinking way back then. Maybe we'll just redo the scene and get some fresh memories..."

Her gaze narrow and she licked, like she was getting ready to dig headlong into a feast, ready to eat Clyde alive. Bones and all. "Let's get started, pretty boy."

Although Clyde was clearly angered by Juri and wanted to throttle her now. He was still a man, and easily tempted by the allure of the female body, especially one like Juri's, unable to help but watch her saunter sexily away, admiring her tight swiveling hips. He'd have to remember to smack it beat red for her trash talk that was currently continuing on. Lilly fucking him out was apparently her favorite scene. He laughed slightly at that, biting his lip while sneering at her as she described his loss to Lilly. It was a hot loss, he'd admit. But he'd never say that aloud.

But did he beg and plead? He didn't recall that, not by the way she described it, this odd woman with a tight body, and long legs that were stretched into a full split high above her head. He stood firm and leaned his upper body back slightly while admiring her form. Oh, she was fun to watch. She'll be fun to twist. "You into it?" He asked

Finally she spun around and dropped into her fighting stance, Clyde kept his eyes locked on her as she did this, hearing her words out that were both alarming and enticing. She was a dark girl, appeared violent, sadistic, aroused by the idea of pain and seemed to have a interest in toying with him like Lilly had.

"Yer my kinda' one night stand, Darlin. Sounds like all you wanna do is fight and fuck." He muttered before tossing his hat to the side. "I'll tell ya whatever you wanna hear after I drive ya head first ta' the ground." He said as he brought his fists up in a lazy boxing stance, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Whatever you say, babe." He responded to her.

It's the battle of the century!

Clyde moved in, and charged at Juri with a sudden leap, trying to land in front of her with his left hand flying downwards into her, a hard straight aimed across her chin, if that worked, Clyde would follow up by twisting his hips and unleashing a hard uppercut with his right. "Rush it!"

Juri couldn't help but bite her lip as she watched Clyde stretch, too. Her main interest was in messing with his head, yeah, but his body was a good sideshow. Truth be told, she tended to swing towards woman over men, loving the feel of a female body between her legs...but just because you prefer chicken doesn't mean you can't appreciate a good steak every now and then, and Clyde was a damn fine steak. Not too much muscle, she didn't want a meathead like King. Small, but not too short, maybe an inch or two above her. A body that showed some real effort, not like those skinny little fucks who only signed up in the AFW to get a girl on top of them. No complaints on her end.

"Oh, I'm into it." She eyed his abs and gave an approving nod. "And I think you are, too, more than you'd like to admit. No shame. You put up a great fight in the AFW, you're good...but be honest. In the end, you like losing just as much as you like winning. Maybe even a little bit more - you want a girl like me on top, putting you down. Taking control. Make you do the things you say you don't want to do. Like Lilly did. Like I'll do."

She started to bounce on the ball of her foot, keeping her stance with perfect balance - not a typical Tae Kwon Do form, but then, she wasn't a typical Tae Kwon Do fighter. "Big talk. Let's see if you can really go all night long."

Juri Han let out a gasp, mixed with pleasure and surprise, as Clyde took the initiative and charged at her, jumping and throwing a punch right at her chin, jerking her head back with the impact. Instead of moving back towards him, she kept on going and arched her back as the uppercut came in, so close that it whiffed off her breast.

"Close." She did a quick backflip to gain some distance, trying to smack Clyde in the face with her feet as she went for an added bonus, her pants billowing as they whipped through the air in a perfect circle. She landed in a crouch, then burst forward with a left roundhouse kick, aimed for those tender little ribs, looking to dig her shin in deep.

Keeping things simple. For now.

Clyde furrowed his brow at Juri's words, she was somewhere between complimenting and noting his ability in the league as well as taking a moment to dive into his psyche or whatever just to tell him he liked babes who liked to take charge and stuff like that. Personally, Clyde blamed his ex fiance for making him into that sort of thing, but Juri was more or less correct about him at. Most. Not all. Bringing Lilly into the question and implying that he was to be easily tamed into a puppet didn't sit well with him. He'd show her.

"Oh Gee. You got me all worked up. Guess I ain't able ta' fight no more." Clyde replied dryly to Juri, though he couldn't deny this crazy chick already him a bit... Enticed. "Lilly fell over by gettin' hit by a TV remote." He added, she seemed so fixed on the cheerleader, made sense to give her some news that her 'role model' couldn't fight her way out of a paper bag.

With all that said, Clyde leaped in ready to go, throwing his first punch that smacked Juri right across her chin, Clyde pursed his lips at the feeling, a good strike, he then went for the uppercut, trying to nail her again, but she weaved back and dodged it. Clyde was about to follow up on her again but Juri would leap into a backflip that Clyde ran right into. "Huugh!" Her feet blasted him underneath his chin and caused him to stagger back, huffing in frustration the very moment he stopped, charging her yet again brashly.

Once again, he ran right into Juri's legs as the woman shot forward, twisted her hips and slammed her shin right into his ribs with horrid force. "G-Gaak!!" Spittle flew from Clyde's mouth as he was struck, his upper body bending one way while his lower body went the other, getting contorted and bent up as he staggered back, holding his hips, wincing and panting.