Author's Note: Oh, boy. Here's Street Fighter II, the animated movie. I gotta say, I really didn't like this movie nearly as much as Street Fighter Alpha. Or at all, actually. And you know what that means? Better jokes. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Street Fighter.
Street Fighter II
The Gay-nimated Movie
Part 1
Thunder rumbled in the heavens, clouds swollen and heavy darkening the sky. Wind whistled through the short grass of a large field as rain pelted down unmercifully. On the wind-swept plains below, a fight was taking place. It was Ryu, the white-robed Japanese fighter, battling against Sagat, the huge, boulder-like man with an eye-patch who was a master of Muay Thai (and dressed in nothing but boxers? What the hell?). The two men, who were obviously the epitome of everything masculine and manly, leapt for one another, ready to do battle, to fight to the death, to-
KRA-KOWWWWW!
"Eeeeek!" Ryu shrieked shrilly and hopped into Sagat's burly arms, clutching his neck tightly in fear. "Oh my gosh did you see that lightning?! That was so scary!!"
"Oh, I know," Sagat gushed, holding Ryu close. "I almost-" Suddenly he paused, a look of confusion on his dark face. "…Wait a minute…get offa me!"
"…But I feel so SAFE with you," Ryu whispered, leaning his head against Sagat's solid shoulder.
Sagat rudely threw him to the ground with a thud, and the fight commenced. The…somewhat manly fighters continued their battle, as a strange and creepy green-tinged camera watched from a distance, recording data from the fighters. Ryu's name flitted on screen, followed by his height, weight, and-
"HEY!!" Ryu whirled around and pointed at the data displayed on the green camera. "I'll have you know that I am NOT that weight, mister, you'd best check yo scale AGAIN."
"Oh, come on!" Sagat drawled, rolling his one eye. "You are so- HEY!! My butt is not that big!!" Tears welled in his eyes- er, eye, as more data scrolled into view on Sagat's stats.
"…Yeah it is."
"Why you-!!"
And the battle was on again. This time Sagat managed to get the upper hand, beating Ryu down and onto the ground. As he raised a fist for the final blow, Ryu dodged and finished his opponent off with a nicely-done Hadouken.
Ryu stood above the smoldering Muay Thai champion, pleased with his victory. He paused, something catching his interest.
"…I'm taking this." He reached down and snapped off Sagat's eye-patch, replacing it over his own eye for amusement. Ryu then promptly ran into the lone tree on the plains.
KRA-KOWWWW!
"Eeeeek!" Ryu squealed again, cowering in fear. "Aw, man! Now there's no-one to hold me anymore! Dammit!!"
-Elsewhere…-
Elsewhere, probably a few days after the colossal fail of the so-called 'man' fight, a large commotion was happening at a tall building in London. An important-looking politician walked out the front doors to be swarmed by the press, who were, fittingly, a writhing group of vultures, all screeching and cawing for his blood and photo and possibly a statement.
"Eeek! Stay back, you animals!" The politician squealed in fright, smacking the sharp beaks and talons away. "I didn't know she was a hooker! I swear!" He began struggling through the rabid pack of vultures, trying to make it to his waiting limousine at the curb.
Inside the surging crowd, a single cloaked figure smirked. Suddenly the cloak was whipped off, revealing Cammy, the blond pig-tailed fighter, with all her green swimsuit-like clothing glory. She dashed through the crowd until she reached the politician, who goggled with his mouth open when he caught sight of her.
"Holy-! It wasn't this girl, I swear!" He continued to plead, pointing at Cammy. "…Although I kinda wish it was, she's a cutie! How about dinner, darlin?" He held out an inviting hand to her.
Cammy head-butted him.
"No? How about the movies, then?" The politician continued after spitting out a tooth.
Cammy kneed him in the crotch.
"Oooh, playing hard to get?" The politician choked out, clutching his crushed testicles.
"Why won't you die?!!" Cammy spat at him, then finally leapt up, grabbed his shoulders and swung her legs high above his head, giving the camera and everyone else present an eyeful of her lady goods. "HEY!" Well you are, ho. "I thought you said there weren't gonna be any crotch-shots in this one!" I lied. "You bitch!!" Right back at you. "…Touché."
Cammy finally finished her move, swinging to the ground and snapping the man's spine like a toothpick beneath her. She tried to dash away to freedom, but a group of policemen surrounded and dog-pilled her before she could escape.
"Argh! No! Get off of me!" She struggled violently, trying to break free. "You can't take me to jail! You can't arrest-"
"Ooh, she smells so good! And she's so soft, too!" The men all cooed.
Cammy realized they weren't police officers at all. Just perverts.
"GET THE *BLEEP* OFFA ME!!!"
Suddenly the screen froze, catching Cammy mid-shriek. The camera pulled back to reveal Chun-Li, the lovely Asian fighter with the adorable buns…on her head. She stood before the large screen showing the footage, and lectured to a group of other officers at the meeting.
"This is Cammy White," Chun-Li began, pointing at the assailant on tape. "She is- what are you two giggling at back there?!" She demanded, glaring at two young men standing in the back. "Just what is so funny, huh? Is it my buns? It's my buns, isn't it?!"
The two men in back started giggling again.
"Well if my buns are so hilarious, then you can just get the HELL out of this briefing!" Chun-Li exploded, deeply offended.
By this time, everyone in the room was giggling.
"WHAT?! What is so funny?!" Chun-Li rounded on them, fuming. "Why does everyone always laugh when I say 'buns'?!"
"Because," a senior officer explained through his laughter, "the word 'buns' can also mean your butt!" Everyone burst into howls of laughter. Chun-Li stared at them all in silence.
"The next person who laughs when I say the word 'buns' gets pistol-whipped!" She snapped. Everyone continued giggling. "By my ass-muscles."
The entire room went deathly silent.
"NOW," Chun-Li continued, turning her attention back to the screen, "Cammy was being controlled somehow. We think Shadowlaw is the one doing this, creating their very own terrorists by brain-washing them. It's selecting Street Fighters around the world after gathering data on them, and then turns them."
The picture on screen changed from Cammy to Sagat, who we met earlier in the girly fight with Ryu. Chun-Li turned to the picture and began to explain.
"This creamy chunk of dark chocolate is Sagat," she told the audience. They all stared at her incredulously. "…What?"
"He…he is…kinda cute," the General admitted with a shrug.
"Look, just continue, alright?" The Police Chief ordered impatiently. Chun-Li nodded.
"He's a champion Muay Thai fighter from Thailand. I wish he'd 'Muay Thai' me all night long." She finished, and the picture switched again, this time showing a large, muscled black man with boxing gloves. "And this brick of sweet sexual cocoa is Balrog," Chun-Li explained, once again getting strange looks from the others. "I'd jump and swing on him til dawn-"
"Okay, I think we've seen enough!!" The impatient Police Chief interrupted. Chun-Li rolled her eyes and continued anyway.
"Listen, Bison, Shadowlaw's mastermind, has recruited these two and Vega as his personal bodyguards." She paused, considering. "GOD what I'd do to be in his shoes." She paused. "Or his bed-"
"Alright, enough!" The Police Chief exploded. "G…Go to your room!"
"You can't tell me what to do! You're not my father!" Chun-Li burst into tears and stormed away, sobbing. "I wish my real daddy was here! He understands me! I hate you!!"
Beside the Police Chief, the General raised a brow.
"…You really don't think he's just a little bit cute?"
"NO!!"
-Elsewhere in the USA-
At a US Airforce Base in the United States of AMERICA, team AMERICA was busy practicing. A large fighter jet zoomed out of the sky and screeched down on the runway. The cock-pit opened to reveal Guile, the large, muscular AMERICAN fighter with a hedge-shaped head, who'd just removed his pilot helmet.
"Captain Guile!" A young soldier ran to the jet's side and addressed his superior with a salute. "How the HELL did that helmet fit over your ridiculous hair?!"
Guile stared at him for a moment, then whipped said helmet at the impertinent boy's head.
"Don't ask dumb questions, soldier," he muttered. From his vantage point he caught sight of some visitors – Chun Li and a few police officers! "Hm. Interpol is here." He climbed down off the jet and went to go greet them.
"I'm Chun-Li," the Asian beauty introduced herself as he approached, holding out a hand. He ignored it, instead grunting and raising a brow at her rather eccentric appearance.
"Nice buns," Guile stated.
"Wha…nice…buns…OH! Oh, you mean my hair!" Chun-Li blushed and self-consciously fingered her hair.
"No, I mean the ones on your ass, actually."
"…Oh." Chun-Li blinked, then slapped him across the face. "Thank you."
"I think we're gonna get along just great," the Police Chief stated from behind.
"Forget it," Guile snapped at him. "Bison's ass is mine."
Chun-Li stared at him.
"You…you don't want me to give you a few moments so you can rephrase your statement?" She asked. Guile scowled at her.
"No, I actually mean I want his sweet ass."
"Oh God."
There was a pause.
"…I like men-"
"OKAY I GET IT!!"
-Meanwhile…-
Meanwhile, little to anyone's knowledge, Bison's secret, evil lab (oh not this again) was located deep in the jungle, in a rock face (seriously, the rock has a *bleep*ing face). A sinister looking plane zoomed up, the face cracking in half and allowing the vehicle entry into the base. Accompanied to bad-ass music, the plane landed and a small staircase was lowered. As the music reached a fever pitch, Bison, accompanied with his lackeys, appeared in the jet's doorway, posing. He dramatically took a step forward, and-
Tripped on his cloak and tumbled down the stairs like a murder victim.
An awkward silence filled the room for a few long moments.
"…Hey man…y'all right?" Balrog called down.
"I'm FINE!" Bison snapped, struggling back to his feet and re-arranging his cloak. "Get back up, we're doing it again!" Bison's lackeys all whined like children as they climbed back up the stairs and were forced to pose and descend a second time, this time doing it correctly.
After the arrival came…the walk. Bison, flanked on either side by his loyal subordinates Vega, Balrog, and Sagat, marched down the many long corridors of his secret lab, his cape fluttering behind him, more bad-ass music blaring, people scurrying to get out of his way. Bison wheeled around the corner and-
Made a pit stop at the toilet. That plane ride was LONG and he'd drunk a ton of soda. His followers waited outside while he entered for a piddle.
"Gawd, how long are we gonna have to keep doing the walk?" Balrog complained, rubbing his legs. "I'm starting to get shin-splints!"
"Plus my boots are killing me!" Vega joined in. Sagat scowled at him.
"Then don't wear them! What are they, high-heel?!"
"Shut up! They make my legs look longer!" Vega snapped, modeling off his five-inch-heeled leather boots.
"Don't listen!" Bison barked from inside the bathroom as the tinkling of his urine could be heard.
"WE'RE NOT!!" The others shouted back.
Bison exited several moments later, refreshed and ready for the walk once again. His followers groaned but followed. Bison continued to march down the halls, a length of toilet paper fluttering from the bottom of his boot. Finally the group reached the control room, where Bison sat in a large leather chair. Vega fell down into his own seat and tugged off his boots with a relieved moan.
"Oh, FINALLY!" He stretched his leg and held up his foot for the others to see. "Look, I've got blisters."
"Shut up!" Bison snapped from his chair. "One last time. And POSE!" Everyone posed one final time before Bison snapped his fingers. "Clichéd mad scientist, enter."
The clichéd mad-scientist, a small, shriveled old man with wild hair, entered the room.
"…Is it ready?" Bison asked solemnly. The mad scientist nervously met his gaze and nodded.
"Yes, it is. Here you go, sir." The mad scientist reached behind him. "Please, enjoy your…warm milk."
"Gimme!" Bison snatched the dairy treat from him, but his smile of glee was quickly replaced with an irritated scowl as he stared at it in silence. "…I don't see my silly straw."
"Oh! Forgive me!" The mad scientist sputtered, bowing and scraping. "Here, here you are!" He quickly retrieved a curled silly straw and placed it in Bison's cup of milk. The evil mastermind smiled with satisfaction and drank deep.
Once Bison's thirst for bovine-juice was sated, he continued the meeting, a milk-moustache gracing his features from finishing off the remnants of his glass.
"So…" Bison growled, glaring at the mad scientist once again. "Is…that other thing…done too?"
"Yessss," the mad scientist hissed with glee, rubbing his hands together like a diabolical fly. "Here, see for yourself!"
A nearby door slid open, and a figure walked jerkily into the room. It was a cyborg, constructed by the scientist to the likeness of a human being.
"They are a masterpiece of computer technology," the mad scientist gloated, watching his creation walk forward with pride. "It is absolutely flawless. They are able to-"
CLONK!
The cyborg ran into the wall and fell over backwards, fizzing and popping. Everyone stared at it in silence.
"…There's…still a few kinks I gotta work out," the mad scientist admitted after a short moment. He rushed to his creation's side and gingerly helped it up. It promptly ran into the wall and fell over again. "Look, it'll gather data on the Street Fighter's, alright?" He paused. "They also have microwaves installed in them."
"Really? Excellent." Bison grinned evilly. "Make me some more warm milk!" As Balrog set about this task, Bison glanced at the mad scientist. "And the man I've been looking for?" He asked. "What of him?"
"Oh, don't worry, sir," the mad scientist assured him. "I've already found him for you. See?" He held up a Where's Waldo book and pointed out the red-and-white striped culprit.
"…No…the…the other man I was looking for."
"Oh. Then no."
-Meanwhile…-
Elsewhere in the world, namely the white-peaked Himalaya's, Ryu was busy training and honing his skills. …If it could be called that. He basically just stood there, arms out, not moving. What is he, training to be a living statue? After a few long hours of this intense training, Ryu finally lowered his arms and wiped his glistening brow.
"Phew! What a workout! I am beat!" As he stood there on the cliff top, old memories resurfaced, of when he and Ken had trained with their master, Gouken, years before…
-Flashback Time!-
Ryu and Ken, looking a few years younger than normal, danced around each other, exchanging punches and kicks. Their training continued for a while until an old, quavering voice from a nearby run-down temple stopped them. They both kneeled by the building to hear their master's wise words.
"Good job, you two," Gouken's whispery voice said from inside the temple. "That's enough for now."
"…Master?" Ken suddenly asked, looking confused. "How come we never actually SEE you?"
A long, silence-filled pause followed Ken's question.
"I…I'm just shy, alright?" Gouken finally answered. "And you know what, Ken? You will NEVER have him."
"Wha…you…you stupid old invisible fogey!!" Ken exploded into tears and dashed into the forest behind him. Ryu watched him run off, sobbing wildly.
"…What the hell was that about?"
-Flashback's Over!-
And back to the present! Ryu still stood on his training grounds, looking more confused than ever.
"…Hmm, yeah. I remember that. And then Ken tried to rape me when I went after him." He muttered quietly to himself. "…Why are all my memories bad ones?" He shrugged. "Oh well. Time for another bout of rigorous training!" He lifted his arms and once again stood stock-still, unmoving. "…Oh shit my balls itch!"
-Seattle-
Meanwhile, many miles away in Seattle, Washington, a familiarly effeminate man with long blond hair and a hankering for Ryu's hot ass zoomed down the road in a sexy red sports-car. Blasting from the car's speakers was none other than Venessa Carlton's 'A Thousand Miles', and to make things worse, Ken was singing along.
"Makin' my way downtown, walking fast, faces passed, and I'm homebound-"
*Whee-oop!*
A police cruiser pulled up behind the sports-car and flashed its lights.
"Oh, fiddle-sticks!" Ken swore and pulled over. As the officer slowly strode over, Ken gave him a wondering look. "Officer, why did you stop me? I was doing the speed limit!"
"That's not what I'm ticketing you for," the police officer stated, ripping of the slip and handing it over.
"But then what- EXCESSIVE GAYNESS?! How is that even possible! What the French?!!"
"…Do you want another one?"
"I'm sorry. I'll stop." Ken promised. Finally free of the cop (who had quite the cute butt, Ken noted from the rear-view (a-HA) mirror), he zoomed back onto the road until he finally reached a restaurant. Sitting at one of the outdoor tables was a lovely young woman who'd gotten dressed up for the occasion. …Well we obviously know she's not Ken's date, that's for sure!
Ken walked out onto the patio, removing his sunglasses and winking suggestively.
"Hey, baby," he cooed sexily, "you're looking hot today."
"Oh," the woman blushed and smiled. "Why thank-"
"Wasn't talking to you, bitch," Ken interrupted. "I was talking to the guy behind you." The young man sitting behind the woman blushed and giggled.
"…Remind me why I'm with you again," the woman sighed dismally.
"Because I pay you to pretend to be my girlfriend so no-one will realize I'm gay," Ken explained in one breath. Suddenly he gasped and lunged forward. "Ooh! Is that the new Victoria's Secret?! I wanna see the new fall line of panties!" He opened the magazine and began flipping through. "Hmm, I bet I can squeeze my junk into that pink pair…"
"This makes perfect sense," the woman stated, grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels and guzzling it down with one swig.
-China!-
Wow, once again we're across the globe! Far away in China, Fei Long (wait, we actually care about him?) had stood up his movie director once again and instead snuck into a fight club located in the slums. As he entered the dingy abode, air thick with smoke and bets, he saw the club's bouncers dragging an unlikely victim into the ring. Who is it? You guessed it. It's Ryu.
"Hey! Stop!" Ryu struggled to escape the grip of the two meaty bouncers. "I didn't even say anything to you guys!"
"Yes you did!" One of the bouncers snapped. "You made fun of my ass!"
"I said," Ryu stressed, "Nice SASH."
"…Oh." The bouncer blinked and blushed with pleasure. "Well thank you. But you're still going into the ring."
"SONUVA-"
Ryu was hurled into the ring by the two men, and scrambled back to his feet to find his (quite large) opponent looming over him, an evil smirk on his face. The opponent (whom Chun-Li would probably classify as a 'Chinese order of extra-spicy curry' or something like that) was Asian, with a moustache, topknot, and tattoos. Ryu stared at the man, weighing his options.
"…Um…nice sash?"
"Thank you!" The opponent smiled brilliantly, then threw a punch at Ryu's face.
"HEY!" Ryu quickly dodged the blow and glared. "Learn to take a COMPLIMENT!" On his last word, he head-butted his opponent into three-year coma. "You're welcome," Ryu told his unconscious body.
"Hmm! Let's see how well you do against me!" Fei Long jumped into the ring, intent on fighting this new challenger. Ryu blinked and stared at him for a moment before replying.
"Well, first of all, you're not even wearing a sash so I can't compliment you-"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAIII!" Fei Long let loose a howl and leapt at Ryu, fists flying. As the two began battling, Fei Long continued to scream and yell, punctuating his kicks and punches with loud "woos" and "wees".
"…Is that your fighting strategy?" Ryu asked, pausing in their battle. "You yell and screech like a cat in heat to distract your opponent from the fact that you can't fight for shit?"
Fei Long stared at him in shock.
"Yes, actually." He admitted. "Shit."
"Hyaa!" Ryu leapt forward and easily defeated the movie star with a series of spinning kicks. As Fei Long's unconscious body hit the floor, Ryu grinned down at him. "Again, you're welcome."
-Later…-
Later that same day, Ryu and Fei Long took a walk around town- what the hell is with guys and being friends after a fight?! …Whatever. As they walked, they conversed, getting to know one another better.
So, you beat Sagat?" Fei Long asked, raising an eyebrow. "I heard he teamed up with Shadowlaw."
"WHAT?!" Ryu was so angry he stopped in his tracks. "How could he?! He held me in his arms during that lightning storm and everything!"
"…What?"
"I said," Ryu quickly corrected, "what's Shadowlaw?"
"It's a crime syndicate that trades drugs, money, and weapons." Fei Long paused. "They're also REALLY gay."
"Hmm. Sounds like Ken." Ryu and Fei Long then said their goodbyes and parted ways.
-Back in Seattle…-
Meanwhile, back in Seattle, night had fallen. In a rather creepy dock filled with bobbing boats, one of the 'technological masterpieces', a scout cyborg, stood inside the cabin of a boat, watching a lone warehouse with its glowing eye. The warehouse was suspicious because parked right outside it was a familiar red sports-car…wait…what the hell is Ken doing at the docks in a warehouse at this time of night?! Hold on…do I really want to know?
*CRASH!!*
"You bastard! You said you loved me!!" An enormous Native American, dressed in jeans and a vest with war paint and feathers in his ink black hair, hurled another barrel at Ken, but missed because tears clouded his vision. He then jumped at his foe with kicks of righteous fury.
"Look, I'm sorry!" Ken begged, backing away. "But we have to break this off! My one true love is Ryu! We just have to END this thing, man!" He ducked another punch and scurried off to the side. "We're just not meant for each other! I mean, you've got, like two six-packs, for God sakes!"
"This Ryu…" The huge Native American stopped and sniffled a bit. "How dare you compare me to him! I can love you like he never would! I wish I could quit you!!" He attacked Ken again, and this time the spoiled rich brat had no choice but to fight back or risk getting his lovely complexion besmirched. The two battled, moving from the inside of the warehouse to outside on the docks, where the watching cyborg was given a good view of the, what it labeled, 'super-humanly-gay-bitch-fight'.
Ken finally emerged the victor of the bout, beating the huge man to the ground and glaring down at him.
"No means NO, Chief Hot Ass!" He stated. "…It also means I'm taking them hot tasseled boots of yours. Come to papa!" He crouched down and wrestled the boots off his opponent, who sniffled softly.
"Just like all the other Americans, you lie and break my heart!" A single tear slipped down his cheek.
"Aw…Chief…" Pity tugged at his heart strings, and Ken leaned close.
The watching cyborg then leapt into the ocean to commit suicide rather than stay to see what happened next.
-Calcutta-
Ryu, now having walked to Calcutta (wtf? Is he walking for Breast Cancer or WHAT?), strode down the dirt street as Akuma sold his wares- wait, WHAT? AKUMA? What the hell is he doing selling *bleep*ing fruit?
"I have to make money somehow!" The master of the Dark Hadou snorted. "I gots bills to pay!"
…Okay, forget it. Let's just move on for now.
As Ryu moved down the street, he noticed a Street Fight taking place between two opponents, who were surrounded by a group of cheering locals. The two opponents were fighters whom Chun-Li would describe as 'a hulking boulder of semi-sweet white chocolate' and 'a thin stick of dark licorice'. …It was E. Honda (the huge sumo wrestler) vs Dhalsim (the weird voodoo guy with a skull necklace).
The crowd surrounding the two cheered feverishly as the opponents grabbed at another and grappled, grunting and growling. Ryu watched the spectacle with astonished disgust on his face.
"They let people do stuff like that out on the street?" He asked aloud. "What has the world come to?" He paused, looking thoughtful. "Maybe I should take a picture for Ken…naw, that would just encourage him…"
The fight continued between the two opposites, unwittingly feeding data into the nearby cyborg, who was standing in the crowd and watching with the others. Luckily a camel trotted up and pissed on its leg, causing it to spark and malfunction.
Dhalsim began to use his weird voo-doo powers to gain the upper hand, taking control of Honda's large body and making him perform the most humiliating, demeaning task imaginable…EAT VEGETABLES.
"No! Noooo!" Honda sobbed as he was forced to eat carrots and lettuce with a side of sparkling water. "Can…FEEL self losing weight! NOOOOO!" Then Dhalsim pulled out his trump card – Honda's own bag of chips. Slowly, he ripped open the bag, pulled out a chip, and took a bite. "YOU SON OF A-!!" Honda broke through the voo-doo spell through sheer rage and rushed at his opponent, palms slapping. He finally defeated the smaller man by sitting on him. Victory!
Ryu had lost interest in the fight/public display of affection and so began walking down the street again. As he did, a man leapt out of a nearby car, dashed up to a podium, killed a public speaker, began to run away, and got killed in a drive-by from another speeding car. As the car zoomed past the body, glitter was thrown out the windows. Ryu stopped and stared.
"…Well that was rude," he stated after a moment. "But also very gay. I know! They must have been Shadowlaw…"
"Hey."
"Huh?" Ryu turned to find Honda standing behind him, grinning hugely. "OHMYGODPLEASEDON'TEATME!!"
"Why does everyone always say that?" Honda muttered to himself. "Not like I'd want to, anyway, since your muscles would make you all stringy and tough. Plus you'd probably need some salt-" He stopped himself as an awkward pause descended on the conversation.
"…You've tried it before, haven't you?" Ryu whispered.
"No!" Honda protested. "I did n- okay, maybe once, but it was a really long time ago." Ryu breathed a sigh of relief. "It was last week."
"Oh shit!"
"Anyway, here. This is for earlier." Honda pulled out a thick wad of cash and gave Ryu half. The Japanese fighter suddenly noticed people staring at them strangely.
"He…he didn't mean anything like that! Really! He just-!"
"Oh, come on now, honey," Honda teased. "Don't be shy!" He gave Ryu's butt a smack and strode away, laughing.
"Oh God not another one!!" Ryu burst into tears. "I already get enough of this from Ken!"
-End Part 1-
Disclaimer: I don't own Street Fighter.
Author's Note: Hmm, this fic's gonna be quite a bit longer than my Street Fighter Beta. Probably because I'm making fun of a lot more stuff. Oh well. Bye for now.