-1If At First You Don't Get In
Another fic from me? They just keep coming don't they. But in a break from some of my fics, this one has a plot!
Summary: The fighters have been selected from across the globe. Some veterans, some newcomers. Too bad Cammy White wasn't one of them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter because it is owned by Capcom.
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All was calming down at the registration office for the World fighter tournament. The last two people had registered without trying to destroy the building. Sure the had been some weird ones this time around but then, hasn't that always been the case? At least it wasn't as bad as when those mutants showed up and ran rampant.
However the tranquillity was interrupted by one very angry, high pitched scream "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT ENTERED!?"
"I- I'm sorry miss White but it seems you were not on the invite list by the tournaments sponsor… please don't hit me!" One of the ladies at the reception pleaded, trying to calm down the British special agent.
"Who's the sponsor then?" Cammy asked. Her eyes could probably shoot laser beams out with the intensity of the glare
"I can't say, it's a spoiler."
"Spoiler, you say? Well it would spoil my day if someone would NOT LET ME ENTER THIS THING!" Cammy White said, hosting up the receptionist so she was eye to eye with her.
"EEP!"
"Miss White! Please calm down!" Another person said.
"If I didn't make it in, then who did?"
"WOOT! Oh yeah baby! I'm back! Go Dan, its your birthday, gonna party like its your birthday." Shouted a man just outside the reception area, blissfully unaware of the scene going inside, he was dressed in a pink gi which he swear was caused by a red sock infiltrating the washing one day but he had yet to buy any replacement. His hair was black and slick with gel and he had an infuriating smirk on his face.
"Dan Hibiki." Cammy said, slowly lowering her gaze. The receptionists found this to be more threatening. It was like she was a time bomb waiting to explode.
"…Miss White?"
"Dan Hibiki is in this tournament over me." Cammy growled.
"gulp."
"Fine. Have a nice day." The MI6 agent said, letting the poor women in her grip down and slowly leaving the building.
Well if at first you don't get in…
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"Mmm I can almost taste that prize money." Dan said to himself as he strolled casually, his hands behind his head. Wasn't there something at the registration site about a row, someone not getting in? sucks to be them Dan Hibiki thought. Taking the occasional moment to pose for the ladies. Whether they appreciated it or not
However his attentions were diverted as he saw something in the corner in his eye. A small sign, one that anyone else would have ignored, but there was something about it that was calling out to him, something that made him walk over to it.
It read: Free Chun-li on Cammy pictures, with a giant arrow pointing left.
"Score!" Dan shouted, it appears that there were more signs, leading further into the labaryinth of alleyways that could only be the result of the city planner playing too much D&D and switched the plans. It was almost as if someone was leading him into a trap as Dan found himself at a dead end, with no witnesses and no naughty pictures.
Nah, I mean who could have any grudge against me?
"CANNON DRILL!"
Ah. Dan thought as his face was drilled by two army issue boots.
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Don't ask me where this idea came from, just bare with it and review.