Street Fighter Tournament (Manon) (Patreon)

Now, I was getting nervous. I just saw two high level fighters get broken like they were… not even there. What is this level of tournament if the women are THIS deadly? Now the hosts were saying this was my turn! The only hope I had was someone telling me that I was as new to this as my opponent was. Even better was learning that she wasn’t even a professional fighter, she was a ballerina! In fact, I even recognized her the second I took a look at her. Manon, the super model! Now that was something, and given my martial art, taking her on would be even better. I was a world class judo master. My grip strength has been known to bend steel like they were tofu, and I was fast. I could actually throw people to the ground my size before they even began to blink. In fact I was more worried for her sake, throwing her down hard on the ground and breaking her if I threw her too hard.

But I wanted to win this fight, more than anything. Not only would I get my hands on such a beautiful woman, this time I was certain to win. The other two guys were fighting legends, women who put the fear of god in their foes. Instead, I was just fighting a celeb who probably took a single class of juniors karate. Even the way she walked towards me, hands on hips that swayed from side to side, what danger was I in? I did decide though, to make it quick before she could even try to tire me out. I had to consider the next matches coming up, and while I was a gold medalist judoka with an undefeated streak, I was no fool. I had to be in tip top shape for any future opponents. Taking her down now was the smart move. As I got in closer to her, I smelled her perfume. It was a delicious aroma that almost served to blind me, and so for a brief second I was just h heaven just smelling it.

When she was suddenly in front of me, I almost shirked in terror. I didn’t expect her to be so fast! Standing there in front of me, I was a bit paralyzed in indecision and admittedly, a bit of fear. But I knew what I had to do, and I had to do it quickly. Not forgetting the plan, I put my hands on the collar of her dress, and with my muscles flexing, attempted to throw her down with a perfect judo throw. Slamming one leg at her side, I used my whole body, taking her off balance and with my own strength and speed, no person could escape or even stop my throw. It was a clean perfect throw, one no one could find fault in. Except one. My very own opponent who I was attempting to throw. I was pulling as hard as I could, pushing with my leg at the same time. No matter what I did, it was like trying to budge or move a stone pillar. This couldn’t be possible at all. Given her size and my own, the obvious result should be her slamming face first into the ground. How was she standing up to me and not eating the cement?

Maron was looking at me like how you would look at a child attempting to fight back. With amusement written on her face, and a mix of pity. Maron was looking down on me like I was just some rank amateur attempting a judo flip on a master on the first day of class! I was no rank amateur, I was a master and I was getting madder by the second. I applied more force to my leg and used even more torque as I went to throw her off her feet. It should have instantly happened, and yet she still stood there. This couldn’t be possible, she should be down! No matter how much of the strength I was using against her, nothing felt like it was changing. It felt like my fingers were bursting from just trying to push her aside. I realized quickly to my horror what finally happening to me. The only reason I wasn’t moving such a thin woman far smaller than myself could only happen for one reason. The woman I was trying to throw was stronger than me.

Not by a little bit either, given a judo expert could throw a much larger stronger foe than themselves. The only person who could stop this kind of move was someone so impossibly much stronger that with their own muscles, could fire back a force greater than the one that I, a judo master, could possibly bring. Not only would this require a great amount of strength, it would also require pure mastery of judo skills. Manon, just by preventing being thrown by me, did two things at once. Be better than me at my own art, and be impossibly stronger than me. Manon wrapped her fingers around my wrists, and as she smiled, I felt what I had become. I was now the prey to a predator unlike any other I met in my life. I was already shaking and in tears before she even spoke in a seductive yet dominant voice.

“Ahh little man, when you try to throw someone, you need a little bit more muscle when you do so. Let me give you a perfect demonstration.”

I immediately tried to escape from her and run away as quickly as I could. I couldn’t escape, as her fingers gripped hard on my wrists and I felt her dig right into bone. I pulled as hard as I could, but she held on tight and made sure my attempts to escape did more harm to me than her. I was too weak to even seem like I was shaking her off. Manon gave me an air kiss and with a wink of one of her eyes, she quickly tossed me. Now I was lucky, I actually passed out as I was thrown high up in the air, going right over her head like I weighed nothing to her. I also, after a long time at the hospital, was given a picture of what Manon had done to me. You can still see the hole in the ground where she put me. You can even, if you look close enough, see the picture taken just a moment after I was thrown into the ground. Or Manon doing a ballerina pose right next to where I was, and my toes being the only part of me there. It was nice in a way that I was in a photo of the next top model magazine that billions saw. Even if it wasn’t so pleasant to be known as ‘twinkle toes’ by everyone who saw the magazine.