NES Wrestling: Poison vs Chun-Li (Patreon)

Another collab piece with http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/n29219. We were thinking up something to do together and I'd said somewhere in the rankings post that Chun-Li was super skilled but too prudish to overcome some of the tougher or dirtier enemies. Putting her up against a minion-level bad guy turned Street Fighter like Poison felt like a great mismatch on both levels; stronger but too fair to cheat against an actual street punk dominatrix.

The NES league was as popular and active as ever, if not more so after the change in champions after so many years. Lady Dimitrescu’s rise and Peach’s fall in the ranks got new fans coming to check things out while the wrestlers were scrambling to fill in the gaps in the rankings. People watched the newcomers for another rising star like Lady D while looking out for how the veteran fighters would react.

A clash of the classics came about as Chun-Li, a veteran to the league if there ever was one, was booked to face Poison, the punkier woman who was still a relic in video game history. A blue slime with a checkered shirt stuffed over its head acted as the referee as the fighters came to the ring.

Chun-Li was always a mixed bag when it came to the NES league. She carried herself with dignity and a seriousness that went with one of the most capable martial artists in the world, and had often spoken out against the raunchier and more ridiculous sides of the matches. When she was regularly facing zombies, flirty ninja, and sexy cheerleaders, her seriousness cost her more than helped and she remained surprisingly middling for a woman of her talent. She approached the ring in her loose and flowing Chinese-style dress, leaving her powerful legs and arms exposed and free to batter her opponents. Her hair hung down around her back apart from where the sides were tied into thick buns of dark brown. She bowed low to the crowd, seemingly oblivious to how much of her bobbing cleavage it showed off.

On the other side of the ring, Poison was met with at least as much cheering appreciation. She had originally debuted as a minor enemy in Final Fight, but she had made her way up into a full fledged Street Fighter character that gave her a bigger boost in popularity. The fact that she was a dominatrix in jean shorts and a shredded top with a commissar cap and a dominatrix riding crop that she’d lick suggestively certainly won her points as well. There was some rumors concerning her actual gender based on a translation error, but they only entertained her. She liked to feed into the rumors with some of her flirty talk, but she had been in enough matches for people to see that she was all woman now either way.

Poison had no worry about the dignity and grace Chun-Li carried with her. She strutted out to the ring shaking her hips and cupping her breasts as she waggled her tongue suggestively at her fans. She bent her riding crop firmly and gave it a few warning cracks on the guard rails before she stepped onto the ring apron. She made a show of grinding her crotch on the middle rope, sticking out her shorts-covered ass boosted up by her high heels before slinking into the ring.

Chun-Li looks scandalised by Poison's sexual antics. She clenched her fists.

“You make a mockery of the art of fighting”

Poison stopped twerking her ass to turn to her opponent.

“Oh lighten up Chunners. It's all just a bit of fun,” she said. “Or maybe fun is a foreign concept to you”

Chun-Li just scowled, not dignifying it with a response.

“I mean you've got a pretty nice bod,” Poison said, looking her up and down and licking her lips suggestively.

“Come on! Flash those tittlies of yours and shake your ass a little. I'm sure everyone here would like to see that with those famous thighs of yours.”

“I will not degrade myself in such a manner,” Chun-Li said.

“I'll be more than happy to degrade you myself. Then I can teach you how to have fun,” Poison threatened, leaning over and sticking out her ass.

“You can try, you hussy,” Chun-Li said, sinking into a more traditional fighting stance.

The bell rang and the Chinese street fighter leapt right into action. Chun-Li was famous for her speed and skill, and her long legs lashed out in a swift roundhouse kick. Poison attempted to dodge but it was fast enough to clip her in the jaw, making her stagger when most other women would have fallen in a pair of high heels.

Chun-Li switched legs and spun around to bring in another whirling kick, but Poison caught on enough to duck under it. She clearly didn’t want to go blow for blow with the famous fighter if she could help it, so she ducked around Chun as her intensely toned leg came back down. Before she could turn to follow, Poison turned and slapped her riding crop onto one of Chun-Li butt cheeks.

“YAA! What is wrong with you!?” Chun howled as she leapt into the air clutching her butt.

“How couldn’t I? Seeing a tempting booty like that sticking out… who wouldn’t want to spank it?”

Poison used her shock to back away, goading her foe and the audience.

“Especially with a slutty dress like that. And you had the nerve to look down on other wrestlers for their outfits…”

Chun-Li blushed. She had spoken out several times trying to urge the NES to demand more dignity and coverage for their fighters, but the fans and half the staff preferred the current, raunchier setup.

“This is a traditional fighting attire!” Chun-Li insisted as one of her toned legs stuck out, bared up to the thigh with nothing but a snug pair of silk panties underneath the flowing outfit.

“I need full mobility to use my techniques!”

“If flexibility’s an issue, I could always show you a few new positions…”

Poison gave a cat-like grin to the crowd as she gave a suggestive caress of her riding crop before giving a less subtle fisting gesture.

Chun-Li fumed. She was clearly falling for Poison’s bait, but she rushed in and caught her by the wrist in mid-gesture. Poison’s eyes widened at her still surprising speed as Chun twisted her wrist, forcing the weapon and dominatrixy prop out of her hand.

“Only dishonourable fighters need to bring weapons into a fight” Chun-Li said.

“Oh so you don't like playing with toys then” Poison said suggestively. “That's fine we can go vanilla.”

Chun-Li blushed and scowled at the same time. Instead of responding she yanked on Poison’s arm. The pink haired fighter squealed as she was thrown head over heels slamming into the mat hard, Chun-Li having performed an expertly performed judo toss. Poison moaned, winded from the landing with her breasts jiggling as her body came to a stop.

Chun-Li didn't slow down for a moment, raising her own leg high up into the air, Unintentionally giving the audience an eye full before bringing her foot down Like an axe. Poison tried to dodge at the last second but it was too slow. All it did was shift herself around, giving a husky grunt as Chun-Li's heel slammed onto one of her melons instead of her stomach.

Poison rolled away clutching her rack and wincing from the pain. But instead of pushing her advantage Chun-Li just blushed, having unintentionally struck her opponent in the breasts.

A footprint had formed on Poison’s right breast and even though it still throbbed she grinned.

“Attacking my sensitive area isn't very honorable of you is it, Chun.”

“No! I...It was an accident,” Chun-Li spluttered.

Using her opponent's distraction to her advantage, Poison dashed in, getting right up close to Chun-Li. She had no such pretenses about fighting fair and drove her knee right into Chun-Li’s groin. Her skimpy dress provided zero protection from the low blow as Chun’s thick thighs folded together instinctively.

“OOF!” she grunted loudly, doubling over with a comical look of pain on her face.

“My my! Was that a bit of wetness I felt down there?” Poison laughed as she pulled back. She grabbed the stunned senseless Chun-Li by one of her hair buns.

“You must be even thirstier than people say to get touched down there!”

“N-no,” Chu-Li sputtered as she hobbled after her grip on her hair.

“But… what are they saying?” she added more desperately.

Poison giggled, glad to manipulate the serious and stern fighter any way she could.

“Wellll… they say you can’t take a hit!”

Poison suddenly rushed towards the nearest corner and slammed the Chinese fighter’s face into the turnbuckle.

“UNNGG” Chun-Li fell backwards holding her head from the hard impact. Her breasts wobbled in her dress, much to the amusement of the crowd. Poison laughed and pulled Chun-Li up by one arm, just to shove her into the corner. Chun-Li sat with her legs spread out and her arms over the bottom rope still dazed from the head blow.

Poison retreated to the opposite corner before sprinting back to Chun-Li with a leap and opening her legs slamming her crotch right into the street fighters face, Then proceeded to deliver a brutal bronco buster over her opponent's face, bouncing up and down slamming her pussy into Chun-Li's features. It forced the Chinese fighter’s head backwards into the ring post painfully on top of the humiliating position. Poison’s ass crushed and bounced roughly against Chun-Li's breasts, squashing them with every bounce. Poison laughed evilly and she rode Chun-Li's face, the ride making her own breasts jiggle around her tiny top. The raucous crowd was loving every minute of it.

Poison finally shifted gears, backing off with a smug look on her face. Chun-Li sputtered as she wiped her face, clearing out what sweat she could while trying to get the taste of denim off her lips. She staggered up to her feet, leaning on the ropes. She frowned as she realized that Poison was standing back and showboating for the crowd, flexing her much smaller arms and LETTING her opponent get back up in a pretense of good sportsmanship.

Chun-Li barely got back on her feet when the pink-haired cheat sized her up and came rushing back in. She raised one of her feet and went for a straight kick to bury her high heel into Chun-Li’s stomach.

As humiliated and beaten as she was, Poison put too much faith in her dirty tricks. She was running circles around Chun with her tricks and surprises, but it was undeniable that the brunette was far tougher and stronger. Chun-Li had her hands braced against the ropes and suddenly flipped herself upside down, balancing like a master gymnast on the top turnbuckle. Poison’s heel hit the corner post instead, going wide-eyed as Chun-Li balanced above her. Her legs were broken into a perfectly balanced split, once again flashing her ass and silky panties to the audience seemingly by mistake.

Poison moaned, clutching her leg as Chun-Li sized her up. She leapt off the top rope and came right down on top of her. Chun-Li wrapped her legs around Poison's face, ready for a devastating takedown slam. She felt a tingle run up her spin as she realised she had just shoved the other woman's face right into her pussy. Chun-Li blushed heavily but wasn't about to give up the move and twisted her body around Poison’s, tossing the pink haired fighter to the mat with a heavy slam. Poison bounced off the floor before coming back down, her head spinning.

The crowd cheered for the stylish takedown. Chun gave them a quick nod of acknowledgement before turning her attention back to her opponent, stalking up to Poison.

Poison's head was spinning. She needed to buy time to recover before Chun-Li could launch her next assault. She grabbed her own shirt and pulled it down revealing one of her large breasts.

“OWWWW! That hurts! You knocked my titty out!” Poison moaned in a dramatic voice. She was hurt, but she was definitely hamming up how hurt she was.

Chun-Li stopped when she saw the state of undress her opponent was in. She took a wary step back as if the bared breast was a red hot iron.

“What!? I’m sorry! I never meant to! You should wear more practical clothes anyway than those-”

Chun-Li was still alternating between excusing and scolding when Poison reached underneath her other shoulder strap. She had taped a pair of brass knuckles inside her clothing and quickly slid it on, lunging out with more speed than the Chinese fighter had expected from her feigned humiliation and injury. She slammed the metal-lined fist into Chun-Li’s pussy, getting a huge reaction from her. Chun doubled over immediately, her thick thighs spread out and ass thrust out behind her. Her eyes went wide as she sputtered out a huge huff of air, dropping to her knees in speechless agony.

“No room for prudes in my ring!” Poison boasted as she stood back up to her full height.

She strutted around to behind Chun-Li and grabbed the back of her dress, flipping it upwards to reveal Chun-Li's thick booty and panties.

“No! What are you doing back there!?” Chun-Li protested weakly as she suddenly felt the breeze in her private areas.

Poison didn't answer. She just sent a brass knuckled punch right into Chun-Li's ass cheek. “UGGOFF” Chun-Li grunted her whole body jerking forward as her jiggling butt was pounded.

Poison laughed and sent several more punches into Chun-Li's buttocks, the brass knuckle’s curves edges sinking into the Chinese fighter’s ass cheeks with every hit.

“This is so much better than spanking! Not used to getting pounded in the ass, I see!” Poison commented, loving the noises she was getting out of Chun-Li for this.

“STOP! UGGHH! THIS IS…! AFFGGG! SO… EMBARASSING! AGGGNN!” Chun-Li said through grunts.

“Yeah, well humiliation’s the name of the game, prude,” Poison said, grabbing hold of Chun-Li's panties and pulling up in a sharp wedgie. Chun-Li screamed her lungs out as her panties were forced roughly into her ass crack. Even her pussy lips were exposed as they oozed out around the flossing panties that Poison was jerking around.

“Mmmm, don’t you love this old virgin’s meaty ass?” Poison gloated.

She ran one of her hands over Chun’s toned behind, showing it off for the crowd even with her bruised buns. She licked her lips seductively before she pulled down the panties and bit into Chun-Li’s ass cheek, getting her to shriek and kick her legs around desperately.

“AHHHH! STOP! You can’t… do this!” she cried out, her eyes watering in shame and pain.

She could feel Poison’s lips curl into a wicked grin and her mocking laugh vibrating against her buttocks. Chun-Li grimaced in distaste at the whole situation, but she realized she had Poison right next to her deadliest weapons. With a bit of flexibility, she leaned on her hands and bent her legs backward, clamping her famous thighs around Poison’s neck. The pink-haired punk gasped for a moment before Chun flexed into the head scissor, squeezing her tightly between her legs and mashing her face into her naked buttocks.

Having her face in Chun-Li's ass wasn't as much fun as she’d imagined when she was being forced to get face full of it. Poison thrashed and kicked the mats, clawing at Chun-Li's thick legs but no matter what she did, she couldn't break the head scissor. And it was so fucking tight! Poison had been in holds like this before but nothing as strong as this. Her face started to turn red and then she began to drool. She kept desperately trying to escape before it was too late and she passed out.

She seemed doomed to lose when she felt her thrashing boot brush up against something. She recognized it immediately for how often she’d used it, and kicked it up towards herself. She quickly grabbed her riding crop she’d dropped earlier.

“Tap out now. I won’t have to knock you out if you give UAAHHHH!” Chun-Li squeals as poison cracks the riding crop across her bare back. Poison continues to spank Chun-Li's exposed skin with the weapon the Chinese woman squealing in pain but desperately trying to resist to keep poison in the hold But poison was determined to get out of Chun-Li's assAnd kept slipping away giving Chun-Li no option but to finally pull away to escape the sting of the crop.

Poison started swinging her crop down as hard and fast as she could on her opponent’s ass. Chun-Li’s fair warnings were cut off by a piercing shriek as the crowd hooted and cheered for the raunchy assault. The martial artist’s thick ass cheeks were soon covered in bright red lash marks as Chun-Li recoiled from her own hold, leaning down on her knees and rubbing her stinging ass for the crowd’s vocal delight.

Poison spat on the ground trying to get this little taste of Chun-Li's ass out of her mouth, but she was happy she could pay Chun-Li back in kind for the humiliation.

“You cheating harlot! Can't face me without your weapon” Chun-Li said defiantly, still rubbing her sore rear.

“If you're expecting me to throw my weapon aside to prove I can beat you without it, then I’m afraid I have a surprise for you,” Poison said.

"I don't care how I win as long as I do. Especially if I get to punish stuck-up, entitled skanks like you."

Poison raised one elegant leg and stomped her heel down onto Chun-Li's breasts. Chun-Li squealed as her tits were flattened with the heel digging into her nipple, knocking her on her red ass again. Poison ground her heel into Chun-Li's titty flesh as her face grimaced in agony, clutching at the booted ankle.

“Hey! Leggo,” Poison snapped at her. She jerked her leg around but made sure to keep the pressure on her boot, flattening Chun’s tit so it was oozing out of her dress. It jiggled out from behind the fabric, showing the starting bruises and red marks from the beating. Seeing that her efforts were working, Chun-Li grabbed her ankles with both hands and pushed as hard as she could.

Poison let out a startled yell as she went toppling to the mats. She tried to scramble away but Chun-Li wasn’t about to let her slip away and try something else. She held onto the boot and twisted it, making Poison give another pained cry.

“No more tricks! Time to put you down for good,” Chun-Li threatened.

She wrapped her legs around Poison’s, clearly readying a submission hold when she heard a click. The Chinese fighter looked in shock to see that the pink punk had produced a pair of handcuffs from her back pocket and slapped them around her wrists. They were both close together to maintain her grip on Poison’s leg, making it easy enough to trap them both at once.

“What!? No!!”

“I knew cops always used these on me for a reason!” Poison laughed.

She yanked her leg free in the confusion as Chun-Li stared in horror at her bound hands. Both women hurried to their feet, but Poison looked far more confident about it. She came charging at Chun-Li when the seasoned veteran took a step back and swung around another high roundhouse kick.

“Did you think my hands were my deadliest weapons?!” Chun-Li gloated, regaining some confidence as she launched her counter-attack.

Poison raised an arm, blocking the incoming leg. She winced slightly from the force behind her leg, but it kept Chun’s toned thighs and exposed pussy spread up high by her face.

“Of course not!” Poison laughed.

“But it makes you even more predictable than ever!”

Poison stooped slightly and rammed the handle of her riding crop up Chun-Li’s pussy. With her panties pulled off earlier, the serious fighter screamed as it penetrated her womanhood. Her balancing leg immediately gave out and she fell to her knees, landing face down and ass up. The crop stuck out from between her thick and strong thighs like a comical parody of a tail. It was clear that Poison had her right where she wanted her now.

Poison took a moment to play up the crowd and walk around Chun-Li's prone body like a predator stalking her prey.

“You are so much fun to play with Chunners! I love dismantling you and watching your honour code fall to pieces. Now I can show you how real Street Fighters fight!”

Poison gave Chun-Li a quick kick in the ribs, sending the tired Chinese fighter sprawling onto her back.

“As fun as you are it's time to put you down for good”

Poison then stood above her and waved to the crowd before stripping off her own denim shorts and panties. She plopped her large, naked ass down to smother completely over Chun-Li's face. The proud fighter was forced to get a close and personal sniff of her sweaty ass, grimacing in disgust and shame.

Poison laughed evilly to herself rubbing her large booty all over Chun-Li's face, relishing in the disrespect for her humiliated opponent being literally rubbed in her face.

Chun’s legs thrashed and kicked, trying to squirm out from under her. Her hands were chained together so she couldn’t properly push or beat on her hips to get her off. Her head spun as she started choking on the sweaty flesh filling her nose and mouth, only to gag and whimper when Poison punched between her thrashing legs. The knuckles hit her wet exposed pussy and got Chun-Li to spasm violently as her eyes rolled back, looking even more pathetic.

Any sense of style and martial arts were useless to her now. Her training in Interpol and her family’s dojo never prepared her for anything like this. As her vision blurred, her instincts took over and she lashed out with all she could think to do. Her mouth opened wide, rolling her tongue between Poison’s ass cheeks. She unwillingly licked along her asshoel and down to her pussy, getting the pink-haired cheater to hum in pleasure.

“Thaaaat’s it. Out you go. One last kiss goodbye from my loser,” Poison moaned as she ground against the pinned woman’s face. It gave her a small gasp of air but it wasn’t enough for Chun to escape on its own.

Chun-Li took one thick ass cheek in her mouth and bit down hard, chomping on Poison’s ass. The predictably foul tasting flesh got the point across as Poison screamed and leapt off of her, landing on her knees with Chun still latching onto her cheek.

“AHHH! What the fuck!?” Poison howled in shocked pain.

She couldn’t even turn around properly to see what Chun-Li was up to as she stayed latched on like a hungry wolf.

“Get off me You crazy bitch” Poison squealed, smashing the heel of her foot into Chun-Li's face trying to push her back. Chun-Li didn't give up, her jaw locked on Poison’s ass just biting down harder.

With Poison’s foot placed on her face, Chun-Li noticed that the pink-haired dominatrix had left her most vulnerable spot open. Usually Chun-Li wouldn't have gone for such a dirty and dishonourable move, but in her tired and pained state plus what Poison had put her through she wanted to do anything to hurt her opponent. With her hands still bound together, Chun-Li sent a double fisted uppercut right in between Poison’s legs.

Poison screamed at the top of her voice, her whole body jolting from the devastating intimate blow. She collapsed to a heap on the mat moaning and clutching her wet, injured pussy.

Breathing heavily Chun-Li rose to her feet towering over Poisons prone form. Usually her honour code would forbid her from attacking a downed opponent, but she wasn't an opponent right now in her eyes. She was just a nasty bitch that needed some comeuppance. Growling in anger, Chun-Li grabbed two handfuls of Poison's hair and painfully dragged her on her ass all the way over to the ropes.

“Wait… Chun… stop…” Poison squeaked, unable to form any real protesting sentences.

“I’ve had enough!!” she fumed as she shoved Poison into one corner of the ring. Poison slumped there, holding her crotch as Chun-Li came rushing at her.

Poison threw up her hands, trying to block or deflect the incoming martial artist. Chun-Li poured all her focus into one last, acrobatic flip that launched her over Poison’s head, but just barely. She landed on the ring apron behind her in a graceful touchdown before reaching over Poison’s head. She grabbed her by the breasts and pulled them upward, clawing the punky fighter’s tits while raising the handcuff chain that Poison had cursed her with herself up to her throat.

Poison let out a sharp gagging sound, fumbling at the air and unsure what to go for first. She clumsily grabbed at Chun’s hands but couldn’t get her off her breasts, and certainly couldn’t get the chain out of her neck. Her head spun from the lack of air and pain in her breasts, her face turning red as her eyes rolled back in her head. She sputtered out a mouthful of drool as she started to fade, but her body shuddered. A trickle of cum ran down her thigh.

“H-harder, daddy,” she choked out just before she went limp against the turnbuckle.

The bell rang quickly as Chun-Li caught her breath. She was briefly relieved to win the bout before blushing intensely, her mind catching up with all that she’d just done. A hand went to her face as she recognized the taste of Poison’s pussy.

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“So, Chun-Li! Congratulations on your victory! I'm glad you finally let go of that silly honour code that was holding you back and beat Poison at her own dirty game,” The interviewer said.

She had black hair which was dyed purple at the bottom and was wearing a black and white striped shirt.

Chun-Li stood in the halls of the massive arena, having already been taken backstage and healed up with the most advanced medical technology available to the NESL: sleeping in a bed for 5 seconds.

She had redressed in some of her street fighting street clothes. In this case, a pair of jean shorts and a shirt leaving her midriff bare. She was happy to take the interview, but the opening comments had her blushing.

“What?! No! I’m still perfectly honorable! Nothing’s changed!” she insisted hastily.

“I was just… I was stuck in a spot where I couldn’t get out. I wasn’t thinking straight!”

“So what you're telling me is you couldn't come up  with an honourable way to get out of that situation” the interviewer continued. “So you had to throw it away to get the win. Is winning the match more important than your honor then?”

“Of course not! Nothing should be more important than a fighter’s honor! I mean, nothing IS more important!”

The Chinese woman clearly started getting flustered.

“I just… lost control. I couldn’t breathe and I wasn’t thinking straight. It’s not my fault that street thug wanted to turn it into some… some kind of all out… pornography!” she blurted like the word tasted sour to her.

“But isn't that what the fans come here to see? Some raunchy fighting? If you ask me, Poison had a better idea of what this league is about than you did,” the reporter asked. “The fans definitely seem to be liking this new side of you.”

“N-no! They shouldn’t! She doesn’t! I mean… she does. This league is filthy and has no respect for the fighting arts…”

“Like how you ended the fight?” the reporter cut in.

Chun-Li blushed so hard it seemed to go from head to toe. She sputtered out a few feeble protests that could never fully get started, clearly flustered and stuck in trying to muster a response. The reporter girl turned back to her floating camera (held up by a Magnemite) to wrap up the stunning interview.

“There you have it folks! Straight from her mouth! Live your life with a code of honour until it's inconvenient. Then feel free to abandon it immediately so you can fuck up any girl who gets in your way. That's the Chun-Li approved method.”

Chun-Li hastily tried to correct her as the camera shut off.