The Ansatsuken Kid Chapter 9: Your Mama's So Nasty, She Knows What Flavor a MAS Stick is, a street fighter fanfic

Outside, Buletta leaned against the dolphin tank and sipped some of her molotov cocktail.

"Ooh, explosive ass shit." She swigged harder and wiped the alcohol off her mouth. Suddenly, Your Mama rose up from her bout with unconsciousness.

"YOU..." Your Mama took off her shirt and became stronger, morphing into a giant red lava monster. Only a little tipsy, Buletta tranquilly tottered to Your Mama.

"You, shut up." Buletta slapped her.

"RRRAAAARRRR!!! THE DREAM IS DEAD!" Your Mama spewed forth precision bombs of magma which Buletta had to crawl under to avoid.

"DAMN! Er, my bad?" Buletta ran from the confines of the ruins of the dolphin show, and Your Mama followed her into the rest of the theme park.

"We're too late. She has transformed into Mach II," Akuma nodded.

"Um, what do you want me to do again?" Hsien-ko popped her head under Akuma's shoulder.

"Use the Raging Demon technique on the monster inflicting this park. Aim for her chins!"

"Is she responsible for wrecking the dolphin show?! We worked so hard on that too!" Hsien-ko fell to her knees. "I can't stand by idly and watch her ruin Six Flags! What does she have next on her agenda...*gasp*...the Bugs Bunny Meet & Greet?!"

"Then hurry!" Akuma grabbed Hsien-ko and rushed outside after Your Mama, while she desperately tried to maintain a grip on her chicken fried rice. Meanwhile, Your Mama had laid waste to everything surrounding her, and was searching for Buletta to exact revenge. The crowds of people who had evacuated the dolphin show had now unwisely dissipated into the nearby rides and attractions. In a violent fervor, Your Mama mauled down the masses of innocents who stood in her path. Ignoring their cries for mercy, Your Mama climbed atop a Batman roller coaster and violently beat her chest in fury. Buletta had hoped to hide in a bathroom till Your Mama had subsided. Your Mama caught whiff of her scent from far-off, and climbed down the roller coaster to use her massive hands to rip the bathroom's ceiling apart, and grabbed Buletta. The surviving throngs of bystanders fled the Six Flags, yet some froze, paralyzed with fear.

"HA HA HA. YOU WHO ARE FROZEN IN YOUR COWARDICE, WILL BE MY NEXT MEAL."

"WHO THE HELL ASKED YOU TO TALK?! AND GET OFF ME, YOU DAMN DIRTY WHORE!!!" While in Your Mama's fist, Buletta took an explosive apple and shoved it down the beast's throat. There was no effect.

"I WONDER...IF YOU TASTE LIKE A CHALUPA." Your Mama grinned.

"NO, YOU FAT, UGLY, BEAST OF A MAMA!!!" Buletta pulled out a pair of knives and hacked away at Your Mama's tightly gripped hand of magma, but barely began to scratch its surface. Shit!

"WHAT WAS THAT, YOU SAY?" The gargantuan beast began to lower Buletta into her opened mouth.

"YOU HEARD ME! AND YOU'RE SO STUPID, YOU THINK ROLL CANCEL MEANS A BAKERY WENT OUT OF BUSINESS!" Buletta wasn't going to go out without an applause from the frightened masses around here. There was none, however. Shit again! Buletta went further as to even be drenched in hot saliva. Shit again!

"You! Stop this!" A shrill voice cried out. Your Mama took Buletta away from her mouth to speak for a moment.

"WHO INTERRUPTS YOUR MAMA?!"

"I do!" The attention of everyone remaining was poised on the yellow tab bouncing on Hsien-ko's shoulder; she was Mei-Ling. "We will never allow our freedom to be taken away! Die, bitch!"

"What she said!" cried her sister, who found herself stirring dash of Goya's Adobo onto her rice. Akuma was also present, defiantly shaking his fist at Your Mama.

"Your blatant disrespect of my hollowed grounds will not go unpunished!" Akuma growled.

"Aku, you came." Buletta uttered with utmost frailty.

"You, shut up. You got owned by this fat bitch, so you don't even deserve talking to." Akuma responded, with utmost harshness.

"You bloody asshole, I almost got myself eaten!!!" Buletta's resilience, albeit exhausted, was sparked, as evident by her pissed off reaction.

"Your Mama's so stupid, she thought that top tier was an eye drop! How could you be so easily beaten by her?!" Akuma shouted back.

"WHAT?! YOU STILL MOCK ME?!" Your Mama rumbled, feeling ignored.

"Ahem. I think I'm satisfied with this rice already. Miss Mama, would you like to try?" Hsien-ko innocently interrupted, raising her skillet up to the monster so she could smell. People who were frozen by the fear of Your Mama suddenly gained enough bravery through the intricate preparation of the rice, as so indicated by its superior smell, to finally get up to run away with their lives.

"I DO APPRECIATE THIS APPETIZER BEFORE MY MEAL. AS A TOKEN OF MY CONSIDERATION, I WILL EAT YOU LAST."

"Much obliged ma'mn." Hsien-ko lifted the skillet even higher, and as Your Mama kneeled down to grab it, Hsien-ko shoved the rice into her mouth and leaped, latching on to Your Mama's chins.

"WHAT THE-?!"

"Recently Learned Special Chef's Technique! RAGING DEEE-MON!!!" cried Hsien-ko as all light remaining in the area was swept up by a cloak of darkness. Buletta, blinded, was able to feel Your Mama's grip on her relinquish itself. Buletta fell to the ground, and when Hsien-ko's new skill was finished, Your Mama had fallen, defeated.

"In the end, Your Mama's evil was her own undoing. The Raging Demon technique is effective because its power is proportional to the vileness of the opponent's soul." Akuma intoned.

"Huh? Then how'd you use it against that chicken breast?" Hsien-ko pondered.

"Uh, it makes your hands pretty warm too."

"..." Hsien-ko stood still, blinking. "I don't get it."

"I don't make these moves, I only use them." Akuma answered. The veil of thick darkness had dissipated, and now Buletta had seen this battle's aftermath for herself.

"Wow. Hey, did you do that?" Buletta asked the ghost.

"Um, yeah. It's a technique in progress. I learned it from that guy." Hsien-ko pointed to Akuma.

"...YOU!" Buletta pulled Akuma and ran behind the ruins of her bathroom for a quick private discussion. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU TEACH HER A NEW MOVE THAT YOU DIDN'T TEACH ME?! I DON'T SEE HER BUSTING HER ASS AT YOUR DOJO!"

"You destroyed my dojo."

"Oh." Buletta paused. "BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO HOLD BACK ON ME! WHAT, I'M NOT PREPARED FOR THAT ATTACK OR SOMETHING?! YOU THINK I CAN SURVIVE IN THIS DANGEROUS WORLD WITH JUST A COUPLE PANSY HADOUKENS?!"

"...yes."

"STILL!" Buletta waved her hands in the air, like a chicken. Hsien-ko could hear every word, though she didn't try.

"She's really loud, huh sis?" asked Mei-Ling.

"It's not polite to listen in on other people's private conversations Mei-Ling. Even if they're not very private, and they're yelling matches instead of conversations."

"You cannot learn everything you must learn from only one individual. You must venture into the world, and find opponents to defeat for that knowledge. To grow stronger, and to topple over your opponents, is the sign of a true victory. I refuse to teach to you the Raging Demon."

"You're not any fun Aku."

"Come now. If you truly want to learn the Raging Demon, face the chef in combat, which you no doubt plan to eventually do. But you will not, because you are still concerned with your other bounty, no?"

"...fine. But shit, I got beat up by Your Mama! That sucks."

"You are truly resilient young warrior. Come now; I must not forget to train you in one more way that I know of." Akuma put his finger to his forehead, a familiar sign of his teleportation technique, and grabbed Buletta's shoulder.

"We're going somewhere again? I'm tired, so can you teleport us inside a luxury suite or something?"

"No." Akuma started to glow, a sign that the technique was near completion.

"What are we gonna do then?"

"I will teach you the power of pwning."

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