The bathhouse was deserted, thankfully.
Before I went there, I managed to get someone to take a look at my head. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped. Second, I went to a store where they sold martial arts equipment and clothing, as well as underwear. They were out of white karate gis, so I went with grey-blue. I ripped off the sleeves, bought an extra pair of underwear and a black belt, and I was on my way.
I sat in the steaming water, wondering over the past events. Two women had literally thrown themselves at me and I managed to avoid them, the latter cracking a bottle over my head, but that's beyond the point.
I went into the dressing room and changed into the cleaner clothes. I managed to get the pants on before I heard something out in the hallway. I stepped outside and looked around. Nothing. I wasn't stupid. There was someone else here.
I walked out of the dressing room and with extreme caution, walked around the baths. As I've said before, they were deserted at this time of the day, as it was still morning and most of the people were out running errands and such. After a quick inspection, I found nothing.
As I turned around and headed back to the dressing room, someone grabbed me and pulled me into the womens' dressing room.
"What the hell?" I managed to get out.
I looked at who hauled me into the woman's dressing room. "Mika!"
Yeah. Rainbow Mika, the pro wrestler. She was wearing only a bathrobe, rather than the wrestling outfit that I've seen her in. She had also taken my shock and used it to her advantage, because in a matter of moments, she had thrown me to the ground and had pounced on top of me, her bathrobe slipping to reveal one bare shoulder. For a woman, she was pretty strong.
I looked at her. "Mika. What the hell are you doing?"
"What's wrong?" she replied. " You don't like girls?"
"Of course I like girls, but I had a real bad day already."
She grinned at me. "All the better for me to come and seduce you."
I frowned. "I thought you were in Russia with Zangief."
"I was," she replied. "But Zangief is not a real man like you. Can't get it up," she added with a wink.
I was starting to suspect that she was naked under the bathrobe. My suspictions were confirmed when she said, "By the way, I'm not wearing anything under this robe."
I sighed. This was not my day. I literally threw her off of me and hopped back to my feet. When I got to the door and opened it, I turned around, just as she performed her Flying Peach technique. She turned around and propelled herself towards me, butt-first. I merely sidestepped the move. However, she miscalculated the distance from where I was standing to the edge of the baths.
I was nice enough to grab her out of the move, just as her tiptoes were clinging to the edge of the hardwood floor. Seeing that she was in no immediate danger and I also knew that she could swim (plus I gave her a rather evil grin), I released her and she fell into the baths with a loud splash, giving me enough time to slip the jacket over my bare shoulders and chest, tie my belt around my waist and made my escape.
I ran for several blocks until I stopped. The same questions were going through my head. Was every female fighter has it in for me? They see me as a person just to satisfy their own lusts. What the hell did I do to deserve this? Any other man - Ken included - would welcome this, but not me. This wasn't me.
I turned down a deserted street and started to walk, hoping that I was far away from anyone else who would try to ambush me.
Again, I was wrong.
I noticed someone watching me from across the street. Let's see...black one-piece uniform with the back exposed, heavy red gauntlets, short chestnut brown hair, spit shined boots...
Juni.
She was matching my walk with the same pace, looking at me as if she wanted to fight me.
I should have known it was another distraction.
When I was halfway across a display window, it exploded from behind me and when I turned around, I received a boot to the face, which made me stagger and I ended up leaning against a car, shaking the cobwebs out of my head.
Juli. And Juni.
The two Shadowlaw assassins grabbed me had me pinned. Then they began to rub and grind their bodies against mine
God damn it...
"Hello, Ryu," Juni breathed.
"It's been a long time," Juli finished.
"Not long enough," I replied. "Bison sent you two after me?"
"Bison is gone," Juli replied. "Shadowlaw is in ruins."
"We want you, Ryu," Juni replied as she trailed a string of kisses along my jawline.
"All of you," Juli replied as she ran one hand along my torso. She then licked my earlobe.
"No one in Shadowlaw is not worthy of Juli and me," Juni whispered. "Come with us."
"There are more of us," Juli continued. "Ten other girls."
"And we make twelve," Juni said. "You can have all of us..."
"All of us..." Juli whispered.
Twelve dolls, to bed to my will. The offer was so tempting. Each girl representing different nationalities and I can screw them six way to Sunday and...GOOD GOD, WHAT AM I, SOME KIND OF ANIMAL!
"There he is!"
"Get your hands off of him!"
I looked up, as did Juli and Juni. Poison and Mika were converging from seperate directions, Mika had changed into her wrestling outfit, minus the eye mask and carrying a steel chair in one hand and Poison had Hugo with her.
Believe me, if I was happy to see those two, it was now.
"He's mine!" Poison shouted.
Mika held her chair at the ready. "The hell with that! He's MINE!"
Juli and Juni relased their hold on me and faced the intruders. "No. he belongs to us!" they both said.
Poison snapped her fingers. "Hugo! Get them!"
Hugo charged at Juli and Juni, who surprizingly took down the big man and had him out cold. Then all four women, who had forgotten about me and were fighting each other. Rather than wait to see who was the victor, I silently made my escape.
However, I forgot that the area that I was in had several stairways cut into the side. I lost my step when I wasn't paying attention and ended up taking a serious header down the flight of stairs.
Lucky for me, I was unconscious before I had hit the ground. After today, this was a blessing.
