Beat Up The Joke Fighter

Not dead and updating! Needed to gather my thoughts for this one.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Street Fighter characters or terminology.

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Dan collapsed onto the concrete in the alley. Trying to shake of the impact he stood up but could swear he saw yellow birds flying around his head before a red gauntlet covered fist connected with it.

Dan got up straight away and dropped down into a proper fighting position with his guard up, the next punch was successfully parried by him but unfortunately she had already sidestepped his attempts to capitalize on the situation.

"Hadouken!" Dan Shouted, stretching his right arm out at Cammy. A small fireball appeared but barely travelled an inch before evaporating "Oh right, those never work." He realised as the British special agent grabbed the extended limb and began to twist it in ways an arm was not meant to be twisted.

"Nothing personal love," Cammy stated as her boot smashed in to the self-proclaimed worlds greatest fighter's stomach "just you have something I want."

"Listen, Cammy. If you just wanted a fitness tape or an autograph… you could have just asked." Dan coughed, the fight really taken its toll as he was slumped against the wall, holding his right arm

"Not exactly what I had in mind," Cammy said, jabbing her thumb into a nerve cluster. He went out like a light. "Well now that he's out of the picture its time for stage two… going to need a lot of tape…"

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"Hey Ken, you sure Dan got notified that he was in the tournament? He hasn't shown up." Fei-Long asked Ken Masters.

"Relax Bruce, he's probably fixing his hair or signing autographs to his non-existent fan-girls."

"Don't call me Bruce."

"Whatever Jackie." Ken dismissed.

"…"

"Hey! I think I see him!"

Cammy could not get used to the Pink Gi. Maybe it was all the tape she had to use to make sure that her breasts could be dismissed as steroid induced man-boobs. The Black dye was in clumps and she was sure it would be a devil to wash up. Not to mention the fake tan… stuff that the trademark joke of the tournament put on before this year's showings. God it was disgusting.

"Okay lads… I mean um… was sup?" She tried to disguise her British accent, too bad she disguised it with one that was completely out of place for anyone ever in the history of time.

"Oh hey Dan, you're just in time to see the first round draws. See Jet-Li, I told you he'd show up." Despite being one of the best fighters, Ken happened to be as thick as a yard of lard. So if it looked like someone he knew, to him it probably was that person. Travelling around the world can mess up a person's accent he reasoned to himself.

"Call me by the name of another Martial arts actor again and I will end you."

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WELCOME TO THE 2008 STREET FIGHTER TOURNEMENT! LET'S START THIS OFF WITH THE FIRST ROUND MATCHUPS" The announce system boomed. "REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A ROUND ROBIN STYLE TORNEMENT, WITH THE PERSON WITH THE MOST WINS GOING ON TO THE FINALS TO FACE AN UNKOWN OPPONENT."

"Probably Bison again."

"I'm over here you blonde git!" The former dictator shouted from about 20 yards away, earning a 'wait, what?' look from Cammy and Fei.

The computer screen posted the first round match ups, they were often generated randomly to make sure that no two tourney's opening match ups were the same, even if it did contain all of the regular match ups, they were just in a different order. And for some reason, the crowds ate it up every time.

But for Cammy the 5th match of the first round was the one she had to focus on.

Dan Hibiki Verses Blanka

Oh Bugger.

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Sorry for not updating this in like two months people. Don't forget to review though.