Happy Hour (for Slamomachines)

Cammy froze up as Catwoman made her unsettling departure. Clothes got ripped and people spanked every day here; why did seemingly everyone in the bar remember her first fight best?

Sonya frowned, wanting much more of a rise out of her tiny opponent than she got. The muscular cop mosied on up into the center of the bar. “No, but I know enough about you to want you pummeled already.” Sonya snapped back. Then, a voice joined them from the crowd; “All of Outworld’s got a stick up their ass and she thinks we put it there!” Laura threw her voice in.

Sonya turned back around, but a ninja cloaked in blue threw in her opinion first; “Your tournaments will never be as formidable as ours!” The ninja hissed, joined by pink and green twins on her side. “You secure that shit, Kitana!” Cammy lashed back.

“Everyone LOVES an unrequited rivalry!” Undyne pitched in, cutting both groups of girl’s off. “This time, it’s PERSONAL!” She announced, her hand going up once again. “One!” The crowd called on unison this time. “Two!” Undyne didn’t say the words; merely mouthed then so the crowd knew to say them for her. “Three…!”

The audience stood on their tiptoes as the countdown ended, Undyne’s hand flat and up in the air… after a moment of tension, looks shared between both combatants, she swung her hand down in a karate-chop motion to commence the fight. “GO!” She barked. All interest in the ranting and raving girls behind her flatlined for Sonya - now, all that mattered was making a fool out of her new stomping ground. Rather than charge in like Katniss, Sonya took a defensive stance, legs and arms out wide as she paced a half-circle around Sakura, waiting for her first move.

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Sakura was bit on edge now, having clearly stumbled into a rivalry more familiar to the older fighters of her world, but was even more determined to avoid the humiliating hands of her opponent now that a seemingly personal grudge would be guiding their motions. "Well, let's settle this like martial artists then!" Sakura spoke up, attempting to convey a sincere desire for a good natured match, but with a firm tone of refusing to take crap from the Outworld residents.

As the word GO rang out, Sakura shifted on her feet, adopting a similarly careful posture and doing some circling of her own, resulting in the two fighters essentially switching places in the improvised arena. As Sonya had her back facing the line of rookies, a few adventurous/angry ones began to reach out, perhaps hoping to strike a blow against the seniors, but such efforts withered under Undyne's glare. "NO OUTSIDE INTERFERENCE!" she yelled out. Behind Sakura, the regular patrons where much more sly and reserved, offering pithy taunts and teasing but never physically crossing the line.

Finally, Sakura made the first move. Her strategy was a bit of a gamble, but a calculated one: Based on how Sonya seemingly had some familiar with Ryu and her own statement about the man, Sakura had to guess she had some familiarity with his techniques. To exploit this idea, she burst forward across the room, then bent her knees as if to initiate his famous shoryuken, but as Sonya went to guard against a rising punch, Sakura kicked low, slamming her foot into the Outworlder's knee, resulting in a stumble that Sakura then used to sweep the legs, sending Sonya onto her back with her legs in the air.

Unable to resist giving in to the atmosphere of the place, Sakura threw in a third kick, connecting her foot with the sit spot of Sonya's backside while it was exposed, before her legs fell down in front of it. The impact echoes through the room and drew cheers from both halves of the crowd, and after delivering the hit Sakura backed up a foot to avoid a wake up hit and respond to Sonya's next move. "I won't go down easily!" She stated, capitalizing on her unexpectedly good opening.

Sonya had had her fair share of fights with freaks to know they often times look like any ordinary character - schoolgirls especially tended to be some of the more dangerous faces around the bar, especially after that new girl ‘deleted’ a fellow patron some time ago - but when Sakura took into ‘Hadouken’ position, Sonya let her guard down. This kid and every girl from her universe all sang the same tune - where’s the razor sharp teeth?! Fan blades hiding knives?! Extra pairs of arms?!

Crossing her arms over a rather shabbily covered chest, Sonya prepared to take the brunt of the blow head-on, charge through the residue and tackle Sakura to the ground. She was already on her feet and moving forward by the time the little martial artist had pulled her trick, though, meaning Sonya instead was even easier to trip - “Huh?!” the officer grunted with surprise, until she was flipped onto her back. “Whoa! Oof!” Sonya grunted as she landed hard against her back. Before she could recover, still holding her head, Sonya groaned as her vision started to blend back into focus… right in time to see a skippy foot driven right into her buttcheek. “Eep!” She squealed, rolling off and standing up on one leg, back on her respective side.

“Ahaha! Woohoo!” Laura cheered from her side in the stands, Cammy dragging one eyelid down with her middle finger Kitana’s direction. The Princess scoffed in disrespect. “Blade! Get up!” She called out, while Cammy cheered “C’mon, Sakura! Show her how it’s done!” Even folks not from Outworld nor Japan start getting invested.

Brushing herself off, Sonya rubbed her head around her neck. “You’re fast.” She grit her teeth. Suddenly, Sonya bounced into action with a front-facing cartwheel, landing with her back to Sakura, where her hand shot behind her fast and grabbed the smaller girl’s wrist. “But not fast enough!” She grinned, before giving the smaller fighter’s hand a good yank and hoisting her completely off the ground. Sonya balanced Sakura on one shoulder with ease, one arm around her waist while the other kept her head confined tightly to her shoulder.

Spinning her around, the disadvantagous position gave the veterans the slightest glimpse up Sakura’s skirt. “How do the goods look, girls?” Sonya asked, a roar of pleasure returning with response. Cammy’s arms crossed grumpily as she watched. “Cheap.” She muttered, looking over towards Kitana - who was now mocking her middle-finger-under-the-eye taunt. “Hey! She-... she doesn’t even know what that means!”

Having had her fun, Sonya laughed before dropping back down behind her, effectively suplexing Sakura onto the ground, landing her on her back instead of her head. Sonya turned around fast, raising her hands in front of her while stretching out her shoulder.

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Sakura was blushing as her skirt flared up on Sonya's shoulder, displaying her red colored exercise shorts to the world. Normally she didn't mind them being on display, seeing as they were much more covering and modest than a pair of panties (something she wasn't wearing underneath them) and the whole point of the garment was to be a safeguard against the common occurrence of a skirt flare in combat, but the Tap-Out was different. Every look at her bottom evoked waves of cheers and demands the red shorts be pulled down and her ass be made to match them, a possibility Sakura did not even want to consider happening.

The street fighter did not bother weakly slamming her fists into Sonya's back as she was spun about, instead using her focus to avoid being made dizzy by the shoulder carry and brace her body for the slam to the floor she was sure was coming in some form. Her tactics paid off, and while Sonya's suplex was solid blow, Sakura sprang back into action quicker than expected, rising into a genuine shoryuken this time and slamming Sonya on the chin with the rising punch before she could complete her guard raise. "Couldn't leave you guys with just the fake out, could I?" she asked the crowd with a wiry grin, trying to channel some of R. Mika's mike skills. The taunt did seem to go over well enough.

Having delivered a sharp hit, Sakura followed up by throwing a hard curved punch at Sonya, that on impact caused her to spin about, exploiting the momentum she still carried from spinning Sakura. Now effectively behind her opponent, the younger street fighter took a moment to breathe deep before executing the dirtiest move she'd ever done in her fighting career.

"You guys want humiliation..." She spoke, before sliding up right behind Sonya and wrapping her arms around the Outworlder's torso, sliding her hands under the revealing vest so each could grab a handful of breast. "...You got it!" she yelled, before pinching down on each nipple. The hard squeal this evoked from Sonya left no doubt what as happening, and Sakura used her delicate grip to spin her opponent around a few times, letting both sides of the room get a good look at the dirty, breast smashing special move. Finally, when it seemed liked Sonya was beginning to struggle for freedom, Sakura used all her strength to essentially copy her opponent, suplexing Sonya over her own back by the breasts, landing her on her back as well.

The move drew a massive pop from the entire crowd, who cheered as Sonya Blade was dumped onto her back and Sakura stumbled a few steps forward, a little shaken after suplexing a much taller woman. "The kitten's creative, I'll give her that." Catwoman said with grudging respect, while further down the veteran line She-Hulk was inwardly noting to incorporate the move into her own arsenal while outwardly cheering for the newcomer.

For a shrimp, one suplex was usually all Sonya needed to put a match in her favor. Foolishly, she loomed over Sakura after pulling off the move, blowing kisses to the audience and putting her hand in her hip as she strut around. Her arrogance gave Sakura plenty of a chance to land a hit on her - and sure enough, no auditory cue (as in, the burly man barking “SHORYUKEN!” that she was used to) warned her of the fist that slammed into her chin and launched Sonya a solid foot into the air. “Awgh!” Sonya yelped, falling back into two feet as she held her chin. “Oh, you little-!”

Her threat couldn’t finish before a second smack sent her spinning around. Too dizzy to see straight, Sonya had no way to predict what was coming next - two hands wrapped around her exposed breasts. She only had time to gasp. “Ayeeeee!” Sonya whined as her nipples were twisted quickly and painfully. “Aaaggghhh!” Sonya was tossed back behind her and smashed against the floor, down on her face. The crowd all pointed and laughed, delighted by the strong woman’s humiliating tumble, while Cammy shot Kitana a wink that had her disappearing into the crowd with shame.

“FUHUHUHUHUHU!” Undyne laughed aloud, kneeling over and slapping her knee. She stood back up, cupping her hands under her own breasts. “Anyone else feel THAT one?!” The crowd laughed along with response.

Sonya wasn’t out yet, though. Groaning as she got up, Sonya held her bust sorely as her face burnt bright red with rage and embarrassment. No way she was losing to this squirt. “You little brat!” Sonya snapped, running forward up to Sakura with fists blazing. She made it a few steps from the smaller fighter before jumping a few inches off the ground - and then ducking down into a perfect split, dodging any defenses thrown at her. From there, her fist came up like an uppercut - right into Sakura’s groin.

The audience winced, many moaning “Oohhh…” just thinking about the hit that was landed. Cammy and Laura cringed, the former of which hiding her own crotch. “Toasty!” Kitana’s pink sibling cooed from the crowd.

[Slamomachines]

Sakura buckled as the low blow connected, severely winded and stumbling from the dirty hit. A hard wince and a sucking breath came out of the street fighter as the feeling of the impact rolled through her. She threw a hard kick at the head of her splitting opponent, but rather than knocking Sonya on her back like Sakura had hoped, her trembling leg simply scrapped her opponent's chin and jostled her slightly. The new fighter did not want to lose the momentum or crowd goodwill she'd built up with her special move, but the fist to her groin was like running into a brick wall, and left her winded and off balance.

Sonya easily managed to return to her feet in the time this gave her, but Sakura committed to attacking again before she could seize the initiative. "That's gonna earn you a punish!" She gritted through the pain, gaining control of her senses again to swing for Sonya's torso, a weaker and more easily dodged punch than usual. Sakura followed it up however, by using the closeness of the two fighters to drive her knee into Sonya's stomach, causing the older woman to buckle over slightly, letting Sakura reach one had down her back and deliver a quick swat to her backside, before being shoved away by the veteran fighter.

The crowd response was instant and vigorous. Even though it was a quick, weak, singular slap, Sakura had landed the first in ring spanking by a newcomer to a regular. The line of haze victims broke into cheers and calls for the street fighter to strip Sonya naked, smack her red, and inflict other indignities, while the veterans cooed and taunted Sonya about the fact that she just got her butt hit by a rookie. "I think the only brat in this ring happens to be you!" Sakura taunted while holding her guard up, in response to an embarrassed blush she'd put on Sonya's face.

“Eep!” Sonya uncharacteristically squealed as Sakura's hand touched her butt. Those tight black pants didn’t provide her much protection at all - she felt every detail of the smaller brawler’s palm like it were on her bare bottom! With her gut still sore from the pounding Sakura’s knee gave it, Sonya gave her opponent a look of knives as she turned back around, cracking her jaw back into place. Sonya wasn’t all taunts and flaunting now - Sakura had pissed her off and she wanted this fletching to pay for it.

Meanwhile, Cammy tapped her foot against the ground as she watched the two girls pace each other. The display thus far was fun but it seemed optimistic to believe Sakura could really subdue someone like Sonya - the little girl might be able to K.O. Blanka or Zangief, but that was with her powers. Here, everyone was limited to what their feet and hands could do, and Sonya had much more body and muscle to overwhelm her with.

“You don’t look hopeful, Cam.” Laura bumped her shoulder, neither taking eyes off the two circling opponents. “No, I really think Sakura can take this.” She grumbled, and Laura nodded, knowing what she meant. “I’m just surprised we haven’t seen any skin yet.” She shrugged, and Cammy smirked. “This miiight be a record for how long she’s kept that top on.”

She wanted to play dirty? That was fine by Sonya, because Sakura didn’t know her kind of dirty. With a mighty roar, Sonya threw her arms above her head with balled fists as she charged Sakura again, indicating some kind of smashing attack - leaving her chest just asking for a high kick. And that was exactly what Sonya wanted. Now to see if the mouse would climb into her trap unknowingly.

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Sakura fell for the telegraphed move hook, line, and sinker, believing her held up guard was in a perfect position to counter Sonya's angry attack, just as the Outworlder had intended... but the rookie didn't respond exactly as expected. Instead of responding with a high kick targeted to the chest, Sakura did something unexpected for a rookie, but unsurprising given the atmosphere of the place, which the street fighter was rapidly getting in tune with.

The defensive fighter shifted her stance back somewhat as Sonya approached, then snapped into action when she was in range, kicking low with one foot to try and bring Sonya's charge to a stop, while both hands attacked the chest instead. They found their target easily enough, each gloved fist latching on to the left and right inside sides of the vest, making rough contact with Sonya's breasts again, then both arms snapped into action, as Sakura levied her deceptively high upper body strength in an attempt to rip apart Sonya's vest and leave her topless.

“Well - Spoke too soon. How long was that?” Cammy asked, seeing Sakura’s hands latch under Sonya’s vest. “And…” Laura waited… “Time! Couldn’t have been over five minutes.”

Sure enough, Sakura’s attack landed just in place to rip Sonya’s top from her body, releasing her well-endowed breasts with no bra to cover them - just a bare-naked bust with her black top sliding down her back. “Ha!” Cammy laughed and pointed, “Hey, Sonya! At least they survived the first attack-!” Cammy’s taunt was caught in her throat as Sonya didn’t dedicate a mere second to her wardrobe malfunction; gripped tightly in the palm of her hand, she had snagged Sakura’s foot right out of the air, mid-kick.

“Uh-oh.” Laura repeated.

Sonya smiled cockily as she led Sakura in place. There was a faint blush still on her cheeks, knowing the vets and never wbies alike were all eyeballing her tits - but she was too confident now to let that stop her. “Got you.” She huffed, and with a mighty pull, lifted Sakura straight from the ground, flipping her upside down so she hung from her foot. The position made her skirt drop right down, showing off those red shorts and the cute bum below to all viewing patrons.

“Look who’s still on top of the food chain!” Sonya roared, covering her bust with her free hand while she hovered Sakura above the ground.

[Slamomachines]

Sakura let out a squeal as she was yanked off her feet and flipped upside down, her opponent's superior size and muscle mass having never been so apparent as it was now that she was hanging the younger fighter in the air with a single hand. Sakura's face blushed as bright red as her shorts as her crotch was completely exposed to the crowd via the complete fall of her skirt.

Sensing a finisher approaching, the veteran crowd became bloodthirsty while the newbies shivered, the senior half calling out for various humiliations they all wanted to see be used to end the fight. The dominant two suggestions were that Sonya retaliate with a nipple twisting of her own while others called for a good old fashioned hazing night ass thrashing to be inflicted. Both camps were calling for clothing to be torn off.

Sakura hadn't given up though, the encouraging cheers of her side of the room driving her forward. "Let me down!" she yelled, wiggling her ankles in place to try and break free while swinging her arms behind her. The punches were sloppy and awkward, but where aimed for Sonya's recently exposed chest in hopes of leveraging that into a painful enough blow to cause Sakura to be dropped.