Street Fighter X AFW - Clyde Gastin vs Juri Han

Juri had peeled quite a few minds back in her day, but she could tell Clyde was going to be one of the more memorable ones. Most of the guys she'd fought were either too caught up in the hero act to be any real fun or in love with the sound of their own voice or just batshit crazy. Clyde was a nice mix.

"Relax - if I thought a disparaging word was enough to put you down, I wouldn't waste my time." Despite all the protests, she could tell that it was sinking in a little bit - a little sauce to enhance the flavor. She had to be careful, too much could ruin the dish. Take her time. Let it settle in. Mix in some fear and pain and doubt and hate and lust, stir it up, tenderize, and when it was all said and done...a feast.

She savored the feel of her foot against his chin as she flipped back, and his cry of pain complimented it well - something about that accent got her in all the right ways, just enough of that boyish, country twang to be cute. "Tell me, Clyde..."

She didn't have to wait long for another taste, as her roundhouse kick connected and sent him back a few steps. "...you think a TV remote's gonna do it for me?"

She kept the pressure on him, closing the distance with a short hop, balling her body up and spinning through the air. She landed on one foot and shot the other with a fake high roundhouse, cutting it short and missing his face on purpose...then bringing her leg back for the real attack, a hook kick, wanting to feel his cheek on the sole of her feet.

"I'm.... gonna hope fer it!" Clyde snapped back at Juri after the kick blasted his ribs, trying to recover from the blow that made him stagger back, holding his sides, swearing his organs got shifted or something. Hopefully not.

He got his hands up on reflex before she even moved in, and when she finally did, she was spinning through the air before she finally came down through out a roundhouse, it missed, the wind blowing in front of Clyde's face. "Ha!" He exclaimed, rasing his hand to strike her with a heavy cross before her heel moved back and swatted him across the face!

"Guh..." His eyes crossed as he got tagged, his head wobbling on his shoulders as he stumbled to the side with a lost, dazed look in his eyes.

Clyde was a lovely looking piece of meat, but she got the impression no one ever accused him of being too smart. Her little fake out landed perfectly, the slap of flesh and flesh ringing through the alley, hitting Clyde so hard he probably lost a brain cell or two. She just hoped he had more to spare than she was guessing.

He was dazed, wide-open, and her first instinct was to go in for the kill...but no, no, she had to remind herself to take it slow. Have fun. Like so...

She ducked down and came after him, popping up right in front of Clyde's face and brushing her lips off against his - the barest graze, a brush as her lusting breath flowed into his mouth, the smallest taste of what could be in store for him. Without a moment spared, she jumped back, spun around, and launched a spinning heel kick right into his chest, her foot coming into him like a dulled spear.

Clyde's brain felt like mush after Juri swiped the sole of her foot across his face, smacking him about. Not only did it hurt, it was humiliating, it might as well have been an outright backhanded slap across the face. It pretty much was, but Juri had used her foot instead.

Dazed and out of it, Clyde couldn't stop Juri as she went in after him, he couldn't even brace for impact, but rather than getting blasted, he would see the dangerous vixen suddenly spring up directly in front of him, where her lips would faintly brush against his own. Clyde went stiff and inhaled deeply as he felt her lips and lusty breath, it was as inciting but also a wake up call.

Juri jumped back but quickly broke into a spin right towards him, her foot lashing out towards his chest, but at the last second, Clyde shot his hands up and caught Juri's foot between his palms, looking her in the eye with a smirk before whipping her foot to his right, looking to spin her around.

If that worked, Clyde would rush into Juri and wrap his arms around her waist, squeeze her abdomen, bend his knees and suddenly lift up and back. "Hngh!" With a grunt he tried to lift her up off her feet and dump her over his head for a German Suplex!

"Get Bent!"

Maybe it was just her imagination, but Clyde tasted like steak. It had been a while since Juri had a nice, juicy steak.

Clyde's body went stiff at the almost-kiss, and she was willing to bet a certain smaller part of it did the same. That was fun in dealing with guys over girls - sooner or later, it always came down to that little thing between their legs. Clyde might as well have come with an instruction manual, he was so easy to read.

That was what she thought, anyway, but when he caught her spinning kick and held it tight, she had to rethink that stance. She started to jerk away and pull free, but he spun her around before she even had the chance, throwing her balance off and turning her around.

"Fucking son of a-" She tried to swing her leg out behind her, the kick just tapped against Clyde's ankle as he came - he was too close now, grabbing her around the waist and holding tight. Her eyes widened and harsh shriek flew from her mouth as she was flung upwards in the suplex, coming down hard on her head with a resounding crack as he skull hit the pavement.

She rolled away and flopped on her chest, both hands nursing the top of her head while she buried her face in the ground, eyes shut tight from the agony. "Wrestling bullshit..."

Juri was going to remember this.

"Woah baby!" Exclaimed Clyde right as he slammed Juri hard into the pavement and heard the harsh smack of her skull, grinning mischievously during the suplex until he let flop to the ground and stood up to look over her but not before licking his lips out of reflex, still feeling the faint touch of Juri on him. But now he was wondering if he honestly over did it, but when he saw Juri roll over onto her stomach and clutch her head, spitting out 'wrestling bullshit' from her cute but furious face, he got an indication that she was probably alright.

"You fight a Wrassler and don't expect him to use wrestlin' moves? He chided to her coyly before stepping to her side and putting his boot underneath her body to shove her onto her back, placing the same boot on top of her ample chest.

"You done?" He asked with clear overconfidence.

She groaned as Clyde flipped her over and put his boots on her chest, as if there was actually a referee around to pin her. As if one damn move was enough to keep her down. As if he'd already won, had this match all in the bag. Her head was hurt, she'd be nursing a lump when she got up in the morning. But Clyde? He'd be doing good if he could get up ever.

"Yeah, I'm done..." She was going to hold back, play with him a little longer. But for that - just for that - she was giving him a full taste. Her lips curled into a wild smile, her eyes cast a dangerous gaze. "...done fuckin around."

Her 'eye' glowed with a blinding purple light as the Feng Shui Engine powered up, making her every nerve tingle. She'd done this dozens of times, but every time felt like a new experience. Suddenly, she felt like four of herself all bundled into one body. Faster. Stronger. Harder. More power than she knew what to do with.

Well, that wasn't strictly true. She knew exactly what to do with it.

She grabbed Clyde by the ankle and shot her foot up from the floor in a full front split, hitting him square on the ass with thunderous power. She was still holding back - she didn't want to break him in half right away. She put just enough power into the blow to crack bone, but not break it.

That would come later.

The groan Juri made was hot to hear, but if he did indeed bust her skull up, she was probably done for. Had to be. Unless she was stupid enough to get up and fight him again and risk major injury, never mind that Clyde himself would probably do that anyway in her shoes.

Surprisingly, she said she was done though and Clyde smirked confidently at the thought of putting her out this quick and this soon, but then Juri went on to say that she wasn't done at all, and her eye would glow as soon as she declared that, causing Clyde's eyes to widen suddenly as he saw Juri's own eye illuminate with a bright violet hue, Clyde was taking off guard, not knowing what the hell was up with this check before he would feel his ankle getting grabbed.

"Shit!" He gasped, trying to pull leg away before in came a sudden, hard hitting kick right in his ass of all palces. "AUGH!" A sharp pain erupted emitted from his tail bone, his eyes rolling up as he felt the horrid pain, knocked right off his feet and landing forward beside Juri immediately, squirming on the floor after being struck.

Clyde had a good scream. All tinged in his Texan accent, like a cowboy falling off his horse. Before this was over, she'd have to record it for a new ring tone. She figured there would be plenty of opportunities.

Just a taste of what she had to offer was more than Clyde seemed able to take - the blow brought him down, hard, and it didn't look like he'd be getting up for the moment. She spun her legs around in a windmill and did a quick kip up, her pants whipping through the air as bounced up to her feet, looking down at Clyde like an ant that desperately needed stepping on.

So she stepped on him. Hard.

She brought her bare foot down into the back of his skull and smashed into the concrete, putting her weight behind it as she leaned. "You know, I'd say something here, maybe repeat what you said - 'You done?' You know, an ironic echo or something." She ground down even harder, rubbing his face along the floor, her toes grasping at his hair and playfully tugging at it. "But the truth is, I don't care if you're done. You're not done until I'm done, and I'm not going to be done for a good, long while, cowboy."

Clyde told himself to get up. Get up quick. Get up now before this Juri woman did something really, really bad.

And she did.

The next thing Clyde knew, Juri's bare foot was on the back of his head, his eyes widened and he told himself to move but it was too late, the next thing he knew he went face first into the concrete. His brow smashed into the ground first, his head would have bounced had Juri not been the one slamming him down into the pavement, smashing his skull down, rocking his senses and blurring his vision to a haze as he layed flat on the ground, twitching on the floor beneath Juri, drool hanging out the corner of his mouth.

And aside from the twithcing, he didn't move at all until Juri did it for him. "Mh...Nnnmff..Ffh...Mff..." Groaned the cowboy as his face was rubbed into the pavement. His thick blonde mop nestled easily between her toes, easy to grip and long enough to tug. Barely able to acknowledge Juri as the stomp knocked for a loop.