...I dunno. I'm just in the mood to do something nasty. If you have waifu fantasies of Asuka being your eternal slave, then I guess this is right for you. I guess you could say it's like The Bride, but a different setting. Enjoy!
Her every breath was weak and labored as Asuka travailed through the mountains of Tibet in search of only one thing: closure. As she trudged onward, the only thing in her thoughts was of the man who was her eternal enemy. The Kenpo master, who had wrecked her father's dojo and hospitalized him, was rumored to have lived up here where he trained in seclusion. For her father...for her honor... Asuka was destined to face him in combat.
"Ahhh... damn it's getting cold up here..." Asuka complained as she shivered with every step. She rubbed her body all over frantically in a vain effort to get warm. She was icy to the touch, to the extend that even the lightest contact on her bare skin made her jolt and tense up.
"I bet I could stab someone right now..."
Since no one was around, Asuka slid her fingers up her top and felt her nipples just to see how the cold was affecting them. Sure enough, they were rock hard and could potentially poke a hole through someone's hand. Her body shuddered every time she poked her pointy nips.
"God damn! I need to finish this asshole and get back to Japan to my warm apartment. "
Asuka continued onward, her complaining not letting up for a second even though there was nobody around to even complain to. She just bellyached to the sky above; perhaps complaining about the cold was actually helping to distract her from it. But no matter how unbearable it became, Asuka refused to back down. She was Japanese; to her, honor meant everything. She had to fight, even if it meant risking her life.
It seemed like an eternity she climbed through the rocky trails, her life hanging in the balance at every moment as she tried desperately not to look down. Eventually, she saw a light at the end of the long dark tunnel: a cloud of smoke in the distance! Where there was smoke there was fire, and where there was fire there had to be people!
"Ah! I-is that it?!" Asuka yelled excitedly. She then quickly cupped her mouth, as she didn't want to give herself away so abruptly. With stealth but a sense of urgency, Asuka quickly traversed through the rocky trail and made her way upwards until she finally saw something in the distance that made her want to fall to her knees and cry tears of joy.
"Oh my god...yes...finally!"
What she saw was a tiny house that seemed to be occupied judging by the roaring fire that was burning just outside of it. The fire beckoned to her like a siren, the smoke floating towards her as if to urge her onward. Asuka didn't know if he was there or not, but she did want to be near that fire and that was all the motivation she needed to sprint forward with all the energy she had left.
"EEE! Sweet, beautiful fire!"
As soon as Asuka reached flat ground, she dropped everything she had and immediately plopped down as close to the fire as possible. She extended her hands and allowed the warmth to caress her body.
"Ahhhhh... I thought I was gonna turn into a frozen treat..."
As Asuka warmed herself, she suddenly heard a loud grunt, followed by another, and another. Along with the grunts there was a loud cracking noise. It sounded like...training?
"What the...?"
Asuka stood back up and followed the source of the voice; it was coming from behind the house. Asuka quietly crept towards the house, hugging the side of the wall as she poked her head out and took a look. When she saw who was over there, she let out a gasp.
"Y-you..."
She watched in disgust as the man she hated lunged forward and thrust his palm into the side of the mountain with his palm. Beats of sweat flew from his forehead as his Chinese braid swayed in the wind.
"HYAAAAH!"
His muscles bulged and rippled with every palm strike against the hard rock. The loud thud of bone against solid rock echoed through the air.
"HYAAAAH!"
Several cracks were forming in the exact spot where his hand impacted. Little pieces of rock were crumbling off, yet his hand seemed to be completely fine. There was no blood or even signs of bruising or broken bones.
"HYAAAAH!"
Yes, there was no denying the Chinese Kenpo fighter Feng Wei was a truly terrifying warrior. There was not a man or woman in the world who had yet to match him in combat. But today... Asuka Kazama would be the first.
Asuka couldn't hold herself back; her emotions were getting the best of her as she thought about everything she had to gain from this fight. Her father and dojo would be avenged, her honor preserved, a criminal brought to justice... but it would also benefit herself as well. Defeating a powerful fighter like Feng would be a big step for her on her own path to becoming a better fighter. He was easily her greatest challenge, but it was one that she had to take no matter the risk. If she could defeat Feng, it would work wonders for her confidence. Why, if she beats Feng she could probably whoop Lili with her eyes closed the next time they met! Her anxiety and pure excitement couldn't hold her back another second... it was time for action!
"HEY! YOU!" she called out, stepping out from cover and confronting Feng head on. Feng immediately stopped hitting the wall and turned around to face the source of the voice. He was surprised to see another person, but he didn't show it on his stone solid face.
The two just stood there in an epic staredown for a second until Feng finally opened his mouth.
"Why have you interrupted my training? I come here to the great mountain Pumori to train in solitude. Who are you?"
Asuka thrust her pointing finger forward and put a hand on her hip, striking a sassy pose.
"I'm Asuka Kazama! And you owe me, you big Chinese palooka!"
Feng's expression only changed slightly, as he squinted his eyes and got a good look at the girl who was calling him out. His initial thoughts were that she was quite beautiful... she looked like she would make a better wife than an opponent.
"Kazama... you are Japanese. I remember your dojo... it was full of weak cowards."
A vein on Asuka's head started throbbing as her entire body shuddered with anger. He did NOT just say that!
"Grrrrr... WHAT DID YOU SAY, ASSHOLE! How dare you take a giant stinking dump on the Kazama Dojo and then run away like the little bitch you are! Well you didn't count on one thing, Mr. Eyebrows... you have to deal with me! You don't mess with my family and get away with it, so put your dukes up and let's do this, bitch!"
Feng merely scoffed and rubbed his forehead. "Your sensei and his best students were no match for me. Why should I fear you, a feeble little girl?"
Asuka stomped her foot forcefully, causing her breasts to jiggle very apparently. She pointed at Feng even harder than before.
"Because I AM the best fighter of Kazama Dojo! It's real easy to talk tough when you beat up my father and the other students, but when I came back around you were nowhere to be found, pussy!"
Those words piqued Feng's interest as he suddenly got into stance and locked eyes with Asuka.
"I see... well in that case, I offer you the chance to take your revenge right here and now. Show me your pathetic Japanese kung fu!"
Asuka smiled as she got into stance. "Heh, that's just what I wanted to hear. FOR MY FATHER!"
Asuka didn't run forward; she wisely approached from an angle, circling Feng as she closed in to throw him off. Feng was calm as he matched her movements with his own, preparing for the first strike to be thrown.
Asuka was the first to make her move with a high kick.
"Haaaaah!"
Feng saw the kick from a mile away as he effortlessly swatted it away with his forearm. Asuka closed in and threw openhanded strikes, but Feng's wrists were like flowing water as he parried each and every strike. She went low with an ankle kick, but Feng lifted his foot and dodged it. She used the momentum of her kick and twisted her body around with a spinning chop to the chest, but Feng's hands were right there to knock her hand aside. Asuka tried to follow up with a kick to the ribs, but that was a mistake as Feng caught her kick and tucked her leg under his arm.
"A-aaah!" Asuka squealed.
"HrrrrrrrAAAGH!" Feng kiai'd as he thrust his palm into her chest and knocked her on her back, causing her to skid a few yards. Feng just stood there watching as she crawled away from him, coughing violently. He could have easily broken her sternum, but he intentionally held back.
Asuka slowly got back up to her feet, her chest burning with every breath. It took a few moments to get her breathing back to normal, but she finally took a few deep breaths and got back into stance. She faced Feng and locked eyes with him once again, not letting herself be discouraged by one lucky hit.
This time, Feng made the first move; he was about to show her REAL power.
"HYAAAH! HAAH! HITAAAH!" Feng yelled with every strike he threw. Feng was experienced enough to know that a loud, powerful kiai from the lungs strengthened the force and power of strikes. Asuka was a witness to this, as his hands felt like trucks smashing into her forearms as she tried desperately to parry the forceful blows. He was pushing her back with every attack... hell, if he threw a kick there was no way she could block that and still stand on two feet.
Feng threw a powerful fist, which Asuka swatted away with her wrist. Unfortunately, she had to twist her hips to swat the punch and she wasn't fast enough to stop his low kick which crashed into her calf and easily knocked her off her feet. Asuka felt her feet leaving the ground and squealed as she realized she was airborne. But before she could even hit the ground, Feng had a fist ready and waiting that smashed into her stomach and launched her backwards like a bullet from a gun. She soared backwards and smashed into the rock wall, her entire body shutting down upon impact as she hit the ground facefirst.
"Hmph! Is this the extent of your strength? Pathetic. Kazama Style Karate is a joke." Feng spat.
"D...don't...insult...m-my...fam...ily's...legacy..." Asuka coughed. She tried to lift herself up a few times, but she fell back down. Finally, after about six tries, she finally managed to get to her knees. With a little more effort, she got off the ground and back on shaky legs.
"I...will...win!" Asuka exclaimed, her face still determined. Feng was actually surprised by her courage and determination; her skill had a long way to go, but her heart was definitely there.
Asuka ran forward with a flying kick, but Feng swayed back and it whizzed past his head. She threw a powerful sweep kick, but Feng jumped and avoided it. Deciding to try something new, Asuka didn't strike again but waited for Feng to throw his attack. Feng obliged, as he lunged forward and threw a power punch
Now! Asuka thought as she dodged the punch and grabbed Feng's arm, preparing to use her grappling skills to take this to the ground. She twisted his arm and tried to use his weight against him to flip him, but as she twisted his arm downward, Feng spread his stance wide and Asuka was stopped in her tracks. Feng was merely bent over instead of being flipped to the ground as Asuka tugged on his arm desperately to get him down the rest of the way. She tried with all her might, but Feng's feet planted firm like oak trees and she couldn't get him down all the way. It was like a 100 pound kid trying to grapple with a body builder.
"Arrrgh! Shit! You fucking bastard!" Asuka cursed as she forcefully tugged on his arm. She tried to lock her foot around Feng's calf to sweep him, but it felt more like trying to pull a tree root out of the earth.
Feng merely grinned at her feeble efforts and decided to pull a reversal on her. He used his strength and pulled her close to him, raising her arm high and exposing her torso. He threw a back chop right to her breasts.
"OWWWW!" Asuka squealed, her boobs suddenly feeling like they were on fire. She was well endowed, so it especially hurt like hell.
Feng then locked his foot around Asuka's ankle and swept her effortlessly to the ground. Since Feng was holding her arm tight, it was impossible for her to dodge the devastating kidney punch he threw to her grounded body. Asuka cried out in pain, but her pained whimper of a cry soon became a silent gasp as the pain took over her body and switched her off like a light. She wasn't getting back up from this one, and she and Feng both knew it.
It took a few moments for Asuka to blink back to consciousness; when her vision was clear again, the first thing she saw was Feng looking down at her. His face had a look of disgust, as if he was pitying her.
"Hmph... pathetic. With your skills, you wouldn't defeat me in a million years." Feng said bluntly. He dusted his hands off as if he had just finished a light task, further disrespecting Asuka's attempt to fight him.
"Ug...gh...guhh...go to... hell..." Asuka managed to utter between groans.
Not even looking Feng in the eye, Asuka slowly rolled over and got on her hands and knees. She wasn't quite strong enough to stand, so she tried to crawl away instead, much to her embarasment. However, as she tried to get away, a large looming figure blocked her path.
"Where do you think you're going, woman?"
Asuka gasped as she felt herself being lifted up with one hand. She was forcefully turned around as she came face to face with Feng, who was holding her up in the air by her shirt. Her shirt was riding up big time, her underboob spilling out the bottom and causing her to blush deeply.
"H-heyyy! L-lemme go! LEMME GOOO!" she squealed as she kicked and flailed. Her weak little kicks didn't faze Feng a bit as he stared at her condescendingly.
"Hmph. Pathetic little wench... you don't deserve to be called a fighter. Your place belongs in the kitchen and the bedroom, not in the arena."
"Wh-what are you talking about?! Agh! I... I am a fighter! Urrrrgh! You fucking creep!"
"If you're a fighter, then strike me down where I stand! Kill me with your bare hands!" Feng boomed. He lifted Asuka high and threw her down on the ground, Asuka whimpering upon impact.
"But if not..." Feng continued. "...Then I have a task more suitable for a wench like you."
"Wh-wh-what are you saying?!" Asuka whimpered, the fear in her voice impossible to hide.
"You're mine now, woman. For my victory, I claim you for my own."
"NOOOOOOO!"
Asuka tried to crawl away, but Feng merely scooped her up and carried her into his house, slamming the door behind him. Feng believed in the motto "to the winner go the spoils"... and a beautiful young Japanese girl was a worthy prize, indeed.
TO BE CONTINUED