Losers Bracket | By : deathwish Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 7429 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author's Note: Ever wonder what happens to the losers in the Street Fighter games after the screen goes black? This is my twisted representation, heh heh. All characters © Capcom. I'm juorroorrowing them, I'm not making any money off this. Permission is granted to re-post this work, re-use it, make it into an online comic or video, whatever, just let me know where at least one copy is posted so I can come look at it and anything else you might have there and thereby we share the talent (or whatever). Anyone showing up at my house armed with a subpoena or anything that looks like a subpoena will be shot on sight. :-P
It was the final round. Chun Li vs. Sakura. One of them had to claim victory, or there would be consequences, according to the rules, though those rules were a little vague as to what those consequences would be. They traded combos like they were Yu-Gi-Oh!® cards, until both fighters were fighting to maintain consciousness as they both took to the air for a jump-kick. Each fighter's feet connected with the other's temple, resulting in a double knockout, the third of the match. They landed in two separate heaps.
Chun Li awoke with a groan. She felt cold. Opening her eyes, she found she was strapped nude to a table. She glanced left and right, and found that Sakura was strapped to a neighboring table on her right.
"What the...?" she groaned.
"Chun Li?" a familiar voice asked. "They got you too?"
"Cammy?" Chun Li asked. Sakura groaned herself to wakefulness and, realizing her predicament, started screaming obscenities in Japanese. The tables tilted upwards, and Chun Li could see that each of the prisoners was strapped to the table crucifixion style, arms sticking straight out, feet bound together at the bottom. There was someone else on a table across from Sakura, just as Cammy was across from Chun Li.
"Kei?" Sakura asked, recognizing her school friend. "Why are you here?"
"I saw the guys coming to get you and I tried to take you away from the scene before they arrived, but I was cut off." Kei replied. "They said if I cared for you so much I could share your fate, and they brought me here."
"Kei, I'm sorry, this is my fault."
"No, dear, it's her own fault." another voice said. A man walked into the room. He was handsome, despite his glasses and lab coat. "She chose to try to break the tournament rules by removing you from the scene of combat. However, since you all seem to know each other, you can spend the rest of your lives together."
"Where?" Chun Li asked.
"At the home of whoever purchases you, of course." the young scientist said. "We expect the price to skyrocket with you being sold as a set."
"Slavery?!?!" Cammy exclaimed. "That's horrible! I'm going to tear you to pieces with my bare hands!"
"Oh, I'm sure you won't mind." the scientist said. "In fact, I'm positive." With that, he touched a button on his remote, and a pair of panels flipped forward, pinning the girls' heads in place. Four mechanical arms descended from the ceiling, each with a needle at the tip. "These devices will implant tiny microchips in your brains, overriding your existing synaptic activity in favor of its programming." The needles shot forward, and the chips were injected. The holes were sealed with low-level surgical lasers, and the arms retracted back into the ceiling.
"Ow!" the girls groaned.
"Oh, it's not so bad once the chip actually takes effect." the young scientist said. "Here, let me show you." He touched another button on the remote, and the girls' faces became blank, their eyes opening wide as their minds were overridden. They were lowered to the floor and unstrapped. The girls stood at attention, all in a row. "See? I told you it wouldn't be so bad." he said, snapping a collar on each of them. "Now that you're all prepped, please follow me to the auction block." The girls complied, mindlessly following the scientist to the block.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Lot 195, then?" he called. "A set of four females in prime condition! What am I bid?"
End.
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