Spank Fest! Starring Street Fighter (Croup)
 

Deep in a forest, Bison had called all the Street Fighter males for a special contest. Once everyone arrived, he will give the low down.

Guile looked around suspiciously at everyone who had made it. It looked like most every guy who'd ever participated in a Street Fighter tournament had gathered there, from Abel to Zangief.

Nash stepped up. "Guile. You're here too?"

Guile nodded. "Looks like we all got an invite. But do you know what this 'contest' is all about?"

"If Bison called us. It can't be good.." Ryu said as hew walked up. "Cody was bailed out of jail to be here.."

Guile scowled but nodded. "Just be careful. If this is one of Bison's tricks, we'll have to beat him together."

Nash nodded.

"Attention all!" Bison said.

Everyone looked at the Shadaloo leader. For some he was their most feared enemy, while others served as his henchmen, but no matter their relation every man present feared and respected his great power.

"Alright gentlemen. I called you here to prove one question. Out of all of you, who can spank the hardest?"

Guile looked confused. "Spank . . . "

" . . . the hardest?" finished E. Honda.

"Yes. I see that you guys spank eachother all the time. So...how about it?"

"Well . . . at least it won't bore me," said Cody.

Sagat gave a long look at Ryu's backside. "I'm in," he said menacingly, crossing his arms over his scarred chest.

Ryu looked back at Sagat with a humph.

"Rules are simple, disperse. Whoever finds eachother, has five minutes to see who spanks the hardest.."

Guile narrowed his eyes, but decided to play along to see what M. Bison was really up to. The rest of the guys split up. After a certain length of time, it was time for the game to begin . . .

Nash decided to head off first.

And up ahead was his first challenger . . .

"Eh? So it's you," E. Honda said, standing in his mawashi.

Nash saw him and smirked. "E motherfucking Honda! '

E. Honda slapped his belly and grinned. "Ready to pit your ass against mine? I warn you, I won't hold back!"

Nash smirked. "I won't either! "

(so how is this contest supposed to work? Do they take turns going over each other's knee?)

(Yeah. I was about to have a ref come in lol)

"Drop your pants then, and we'll see who can dish it out better."

Nash was about to, until the area around them turned a deep blue, as if time stopped.

"Ehh?" E. Honda looked around in shock.

One of Bison's clones came down. "We have our first pairing of the day! Nash vs E. Honda!"

"Hmmm, so the match is going to be referee'd, huh?"

"You need someone to declare a winner right?"

"Hah! We'll know a winner once this guy is bawling his eyes out!" said E. Honda confidently.

"Can you prove that? You each have five minutes to spank eachother. Now, hop to it!"

Nash smirked.

E. Honda nodded, and charged for Nash in the traditional sumo style.

Nash blinked.

"E. Honda spanks first"

Before five seconds had even gone by, Nash was tossed over E. Honda's knee, his pants and underwear yanked down, and the big wrestler's hand smacking down on his firm ass!

Nash grunted as the smacks.were administered on his butt. "Ngh! Oww! Y-you're pretty good!" He admitted.

"Pretty good? I'm the hardest spanker in all of Japan!" he boasted.

"Oww! Let's not get carried away! Ngh!" Nash yelped and squirmed a bit.

The big man chuckled and gave another hard smack to the squirming ass. "You'll understand once you feel my hundred hand slap . . . "

He yelped. "One....hundred?"

E. Honda nodded. "My special technique! Works even better in spanking than in a fight!"

Nash gulped. He probably shouldn't have asked that question.

"Wanna feel it for yourself . . . ?" E. Honda questioned with a blow to his sitspots, a rather evil grin forming on his face.