Street Fighter Tournament (Cammy) (Patreon)

“This is a dangerous place for women like you for your size. You should leave fighting to the big boys.”

You weren’t like the man who lost to Juri. You were a different breed. A FAR stronger breed. He thought he was strong because he was a stupid little karate boy. You were a proper Krav Maga master, a combat veteran who could take down anyone who was in his way. A rather dangerous man who heavily enjoyed hurting others. Punching his fists together, he was wondering who would be his foe, and a good part of him actually hoped it would be Juri. Putting her down after what she had done to the previous foe would be an exiting kind of showing how dangerous he was. He didn’t get her though, no he was granted another legendary fighter in these street fights. Cammy. The Krav Maga master saw Cammy come for her as she flipped in the air, twirling around as she did like a ballerina.

Landing on the floor with her boots, Cammy whipped her hair back and her ponytail twirled around her neck. Cammy raised her hand to make sure he knew that she wanted him to bring it. I had no problems with bringing it. Given my size and ferocity, adding in the fact that I was a Krav Maga master, Cammy looked was small and easily breakable. Just the kind of opponent I would love to ruin. I got into a combat position of my own, ready to end her life in an instant and would never even come close to hesitating. The only hard part of taking her down was thinking about which move I would use first. The one that I thought of that would not only put her down, but really show her her place, was a strong kidney kick that would be finished with a strike to her neck with a chop. It was extremely painful and tended to just make everyone watching scared of the move being used on them.

That’s why I wanted to use on her. That was what I had planned. I didn’t plan to see a blur come right at me from far above. I also had no idea why it felt like my face broke and my blood was now flying everywhere. I didn’t even feel the pain in my face before the blur was now below me and I felt a great weight on my chest. The moment I recognized what had happened, I felt the pain burn inside of my stomach and shoot across my whole body. Cammy kneed me in the face and then got down and low to elbow strike me in my stomach. I should have been powerful enough to ignore such attacks. I’ve been able to ignore them for years. But I was up against the strongest of fighters men had to offer. I had no idea what I was up against when I went against Cammy. Unlike them… she was a true master of her craft.

That craft being pain. How could I have ever known I was playing in little leagues and now, I was where the big girls fought? Call it hubris or arrogance or whatever you wanted. I was paying for it. The smart thing to do in this situation would have been to raise my knee and strike her in the chin. No, the actual smart thing to do was go into the fetal position and hope she’s merciful. I couldn’t have done either, because she was moving faster than I could think. Faster than the human eye could even process at the point, and as much as I tried to defend myself, it was no contest. I was moving too slow for her to even consider my moves when she leaped in the air and delivered a jaw shattering kick. One that was just a prelude to the REAL attack, as I was about to find out very painfully as I felt the crack. As my head shot back from the violent force, I had hoped to defend myself with my next move. It was then I realized, I couldn’t feel… well anything. I was already blacking out before I could even put up a move, and the only hope I had was that my end would be noble.

I realized how that was just a pipe dream when she shoved her ass in my face. The attack wasn’t to humiliate me with her ass, but it felt more like she was trying to do so. No what she really was doing was wrapping her muscular thighs around my neck. With a muscular flex, she snapped her legs together and nearly crushed my throat between her thighs as if my neck wasn’t even there. I think the only reason my neck wasn’t crushed like a chicken wish bone was because she was being merciful. As merciful as any woman could be in a fight against a man. A heavy twist of her hips and already she sent me flying as she moved her spine upward. I was in the air, and unable to even fathom what was going on, but I felt the pain when I SLAMMED down on the ground full force. Still in the air, she did a reversal twist of her body, spinning like a human drill, and struck me hard in the chest with her feet. Because of the kinetic force of her spin, she actually span in the middle of my chest like a human drill. It was like a terrible burning sensation on my chest as she finished her spinning, and having so utterly defeated me, she struck a pose for everyone there to watch her.

I could hear the cheering, and as she looked down at me, the last words I’d hear for a few months would reverberate in my head for a very long time.

“Silly thing like you shouldn’t be fighting, this is a dangerous place for men your size. You should leave fighting to the women who can.”

Solid advice. Wish she gave it to me earlier.