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All Bets on Tifa II: The League

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  1. ghost13

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    Hey again! I decided to turn this into a series since I enjoyed writing it so much. Anyways, if you havent read part one, this plays directly off of that so be sure to check it out.

    Part 1
    http://www.ryonani.com/fiction/6147-all-bets-tifa.html?highlight=tifa

    Again i apologize for the long read.. lol

    Without further ado, Enjoy!


    ---- PART ONE ----

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    "You ok, kid? Been out for a few."

    Tifa's eyes slowly fluttered open. It took a minute for her vision to adjust to the bright lights lining the ceiling. Squinting and shadowing her eyes with her hand, the young fighter slowly sat up.

    "..What happened?" Slightly lost, Tifa took a quick glance around the room to get her bearings. She was on a rickety bed back in the locker room. "Gah..." She winced as her hand moved to her head. The dull throb quickly reminded her of what transpired not an hour ago.

    "Oh..." there was a quiver in her voice and sadness in her eyes. 
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    "I was.. pile--" she couldn't bring herself to say it. "I lost.. like that. In front of all those people." She remembered most of it, unfortunately. The feeling of getting locked between her opponent's thighs. Junior's grip around her waist. Being held upside down, with her blood rushing to her head.. all for that bloodthirsty crowd's entertainment. Then came the fall... It all went foggy after that. She hazily remembered a few more moves before everything went dark but.. perhaps she didn't want to think too hard about it. She sat in silence for a moment before remembering that she had company, the short man in the red suit. She quickly regained her composure.

    "Listen kiddo, you did what you had to do." The stout man offered what little comfort he could. "It's unfortunate that it came to this, but I'm sure there is a certain little girl out there who is very grateful right-"

    "Are we done?" Tifa cut him off.

    "Well... I guess? But-"

    Tifa didn't want to hear it. She got off the bed and began walking to the door. She wanted to leave this place. She wanted to be shut of this dreadful deal.

    "He wants to know-"

    Tifa was in no mood as she whipped around in the blink of an eye and grabbed the man by his red jacket collar and, with one arm, lifted him against the lockers. She raised her other fist and was more than ready to display her actual strength. The beauty and warmth in Tifa's eyes had all but vanished, replaced by fire as searing hot rage burnt a hole through the man's very soul. The fear on the thug's face had been the first honest thing Tifa had seen from him.

    He forcefully fumbled out what he was trying to say.* "E-easy kid.. H-He just wants to know..." Tifa was beyond eager to silence him as she pulled her fist back further. "W-who is M-Marlene?" A tremor in every word.

    Tifa's heart fell into her stomach. Tears welled up in her widened eyes and extinguished the fire as her fist sank to her side in despair. "No... Not Marlene..." She thought to herself.

    Still in her grip, the man conveyed his boss' message. "He... he uh- The Boss that is- wants to know w-who Marlene is."

    Tifa stared at the floor and slowly lowered the short man to the ground. He felt more at ease, though he was still being held by the collar of his jacket.

    "Listen kid... this business, it's all about money, see? And the Boss? Well, he made a whole helluva lot on that last fight and he would appreciate it if you would be a regular happenstance around here. But there would be no more throwing fights. He wants it more uh.. more organic! I think were the words he used."

    He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small dim sphere.

    "Materia?" the young woman thought to herself.

    The man reached his outstretched palm to Tifa. "Just gotta be wearing this."

    Tifa took the materia. As soon as it touched her hand, she felt a faint murmur of its effect. A draining sensation. It was a strength dampener.

    "He wants these fights to be real, but he still wants them to be fair, comprende? So wear this, show up, fight, hell- go for the win. That's it and then Marlene will be no one of importance as far as the Boss is concerned, ok? Just be sure no one sees it. Now then, can you let go of me? You're creasing my suit.."

    Tifa stared at the materia. She had to say yes. She doesn't know what these guys are capable of, especially if they already know where she lives. In silent agreement, she clenched her fist around the drain materia. After a few long moments, the man's voice broke the quiet.

    "Kid? Hey, I said could you let go of-"

    Like lightning, Tifa lifted the man again and drew her fist back. The fear that had momentarily escaped the thug's face had returned two-fold as Tifa threw a nasty haymaker. The man shut his eyes tight in a panic preparing for the worst.
    A huge crash rung throughout the locker room.

    The man slowly opened his eyes. Much to his surprise, he was unharmed, though the locker to his immediate left had been destroyed. It suffered a wound too wide to have been made by Tifa's small fist. The frayed metal that remained had smoke emanating from its charred edges.

    "What... what is she?" He thought to himself in horror as he was dropped in a sorry heap to the floor.

    Tifa silently made her exit. She awaited the next time this horrid organization contacted her.

    ---- PART TWO ----

    Days had slowly, anxiously passed for Tifa. The fight that occurred not long ago occupied her every thought. Junior would never know it was a rigged fight. To him and everyone in attendance, he had defeated Tifa. His powerful slams and submission had worn her down and she could only imagine the rush he felt setting her up for his finisher.

    No. She had to shake these thoughts. "It was as rigged fight. They are all going to be rigged fights." She reminded herself as she pulled out the dim, grey materia and stared at it woefully. Curiosity overtook her as she placed the materia in a spherical depression on her red glove. She immediately felt the extent of the small orb's power. What was once a murmur, a tingle of its draining effects, became a full blown affliction. She felt fatigued and her chest began lightly heaving beneath her white tanktop as though she had just run a mile. Tifa quickly removed the materia and held it between her fingers. She fearfully stared at the materia in silence.

    The phone rang. She was so focused on the grey sphere that she had jumped a little and dropped the materia. She sighed to herself and answered the call.

    "Be there tonight." was all she heard before the line went dead. She grabbed the materia from the floor, donned a leather jacket for the cold walk and snuck out.

    The trek was familiar. There were the usual dregs hanging about the lights peppering the run down warehouse. They were far braver now with their words after witnessing her fight. They taunted her as she walked past. Some raised their hand and counted to three looking directly at her, others began chanting "drive her.. drive her.."and snickering beneath their breath. Tifa stared at the ground in sadness and continued on. The same pink mohawk sporting goon let her in with a smile and again, she walked the hallway to the locker room. She was alone this time. No short man, just the hole she had left in the locker. Alone, she waited for her name to be called.

    She pulled the materia and a long bandage from her pocket and held them in her palm. This was going to be a real fight and it may be her chance at redeeming her loss. Yes, she had a handicap but that wasn't an automatic death sentence like the last fight was. Regardless, this was going to be a long match.

    "TIIIIIFAAAAAA LOCKHAAAAARRRTTT!!!!"

    She heard her name and readied herself for the ring. She applied the materia to her red glove and immediately felt the effect. Her breathing became labored and she felt like twenty pound weights had been attached to every limb. She had to make sure no one caught on,*so she wrapped a long bandage around her glove and tied it off. She removed her jacket, tugged at her suspenders and her black thigh high socks then straightened her black skirt. Determination in her eyes, she made her way to the arena.

    "This is it."

    Tifa swung open the doors to the arena and beheld a very familiar sight. The ring, the audience, the private seating where she could surely find her wannabe employer.. She made her way down the makeshift ramp towards the ring. The crowd roared a mix of cheers and jeers in anticipation for her next fight. They ogled her long legs and toned physique, almost as if they couldn't wait to see it bent and slammed. She climbed the stairs into the ring and crouched between the ropes. She was already breathing faster due to the drain materia and her heart began pounding frantically as she paced the ring waiting for her opponent to step forward.

    The lights went out and a spotlight shone on the arena entrance. From the shadows and into the light emerged a tank of a man. His hair was grey and his face was aged and sported an eye patch, perhaps a renowned veteran. His broad physique was hidden underneath a maroon robe laced with white feathers.

    The announcer introduced him as he climbed into the ring. "Aaaaaand her opponent! Weighing in at 280 pounds! CLEMEEEEENNNCE KELIBEEERRRR!!"

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    The large man threw off his robe revealing a monstrous figure donning blue trunks and trim.The crowed roared as he stood on the turnbuckle to address his fans. They regarded this man as a champion.
    He locked eyes with the young woman and approached the center of the ring. Tifa approached in kind.

    "Such a young face.." He pandered before gathering his thoughts. "You. I saw your fight against that brat." He said as Tifa slightly winced with shame. "You held back. Why?"

    The old man was perceptive. Unsurprising for a man that held himself in such a demeanor. A demeanor gained only from wisdom attained in battle. Tifa sharpened her gaze and remained silent. No one could know.

    "Hm.. I see. Secrets will win you nothing in the ring. Whatever the reason, I expect all that you have tonight. I won't show any mercy... Even to a child." He stated as he turned his back and walked to his corner.

    "He's strong.." Tifa thought to herself. She wasn't even sure this materia was necessary for a fair fight. She then returned to her corner of the ring and awaited the bell.


    -- DING DING DING --


    ---- PART THREE ----

    The crowd exploded as the fight began and tension filled the air. The betting weighed heavily in Clemence's favor and understandably so. Tifa had lost to Junior and he's nowhere near the veteran's level. The majority of the crowd wasn't here for the gambling though. The Boss knew what they liked and he planned on giving it to them. Business is about repeat customers.

    The two fighters began circling the ring. Their eyes locked in a dead stare as they slowly approached each other. His calm gait said volumes about his experience. "He isn't impulsive like Junior.. this is going to be dangerous." Tifa thought to herself.

    They locked hands in the center of the ring and entered a test of strength. With Tifa's handicap, Clemence easily gained early ground and began to force Tifa back. The young girl's grip felt weak as she struggled to keep from being forced into the corner. In one swift motion, the veteran released one hand and brought Tifa into the fight with a swift knee to her taught stomach. "OUF!" She gasped as she was wrapped around his knee and the air was forced from her lungs. Clemence then grabbed Tifa's arm and Irish whipped her into the corner. "Nngh!" She exclaimed as her back collided with the turnbuckles and her arms fell to a rest on the top ropes, leaving her slightly exposed. Within a second, the veteran took advantage and rammed his shoulder into his opponent's exposed belly with a running spear. "OUF!" Tifa doubled over onto her opponent's back as her chest started heaving, working overtime to try to catch her lost breath. The crowd was already eating this match up.

    Clemence backed off and let Tifa slump to her knees. "Is this it? Is this all children nowadays can muster?" He taunted as Tifa struggled to get to her feet. Eventually she made it back up and managed to calm her breathing enough to get into a fighting stance. Clemence appeared unworried and readied himself as well. After a deep breath, Tifa launched into an assault. She swung wide, a move that was too clumsy to tag an old veteran. He easily ducked under the punch.

    --CRACK--

    A surprise knee caught the old man in the jaw! It was a feint! The hit opened Clemence up. The crowd fell silent in awe as Tifa unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks to the staggering Clemence. Blow after blow landed on exposed targets as Tifa gracefully displayed the her skill. After unleashing her arsenal, she readied a final blow to the dizzied veteran. The young girl took a wide stance before lunging into an astonishing super kick aimed right to the side of Clemence's head.

    --CRACK--

    The aged wrestler's head jerked to the side as he fell flat on his back, arms spread wide. Tifa bent over and rested her hands on her knees as she began panting. This materia really took its toll. "Every punch feels like I'm swinging a rock.." She thought to herself. Without further hesitation, Tifa pinned her opponent and yelled for the count.

    "ONE....


    TWO...."


    Tifa was suddenly launched from the pin. The veteran managed to throw the light girl into the air from the cover as the crowd cheered for their champion. Tifa landed with a thud before struggling to her hands and knees. The beautiful fighter stared up at her opponent in horror as Clemence rose to his feet.

    "Yes! Haha! That's more like it!" He exclaimed, wiping some blood from his mouth with an amused smirk. "But you'll need to do better than that!" He said as he rushed the prone Tifa and managed to get her in a front headlock. "Ngh!" she yelped as she tried pulling at his arm to no avail, his grip was locked in tight. She was lifted to her feet in a headlock position and from here, the veteran threw one of Tifa's arms over his neck. Then, with his free hand, he bunched much of Tifa's black skirt at her hip to get a good grip, exposing a lot of thigh and a tiny glimpse of her black undergarments.

    With a roar, he pulled at Tifa's skirt and hoisted her into the air, balancing her perfectly straight above him into a suplex position. "Ahh!" Tifa whimpered as her legs pointed to the ceiling, her face flush with fear. She quickly learned to hate being upside down. After a few long seconds of displaying his strength, Clemence brought Tifa down hard onto her back in a textbook suplex. The crowd went wild.

    "AHH!" The young girl cried out as she was released from the move. She rolled to her side as her hand went to nurse her throbbing back. Clemence didn't allow for rest, however. He grabbed her arm and swung her into an Irish whip towards the ropes. She was still stunned as she bounded off the ropes and rapidly approached Clemence. He rushed forward and extended his arm to club Tifa with a sturdy clothesline. The man's massive arm collided with the young woman's chest. Her momentum was suddenly halted as she found herself abruptly on her back, chest heaving and staring at the arena lights in a daze. Clemence looked at her for a second before hooking her leg and going for the pin.

    "ONE...

    TWO..."

    Tifa managed to gather her strength and kick out. She hated getting pinned with a leg hook.. especially in a skirt. Clemence let out a laugh. "Haha! Good! Good!" The veteran then grabbed Tifa by the hair and helped her to her feet. Before he could do anything, however, Tifa summoned her strength and smacked his hands away from her. This was her chance. She quickly sprung at him with a spinning back fist. With a dull thud, her attack collided with her opponent's temple. Clemence was left in a momentary daze as Tifa leapt into a graceful backflip kick aimed right for the old wrestler's chin. "UUNGH" he roared as he was launched back into the ropes. Tifa had delivered enough momentum to launch her opponent from the ropes and hopefully right into her next attack. "Now!" she said after landing her attack gracefully. She leapt into the air and caught the old man in a headlock. She used her momentum to swing the both of them around to plant her opponent with a tornado DDT. With a resounding thud, Tifa drilled his head into the mat and Clemence was laid out.

    "Unbelievable ladies and gentlemen! Is this the same girl that fought Junior not a week ago?! She seems like a completely different person!" The announcer shouted as Tifa scrambled into another cover.

    "ONE... 


    TWO..."

    "HUURRAAGGHHH!!" Clemence bellowed as he managed to launch Tifa off of him again. The crowd roared for their fighter as he quickly pounced onto Tifa's back. He stood over her facing her feet, from there, he put one foot between Tifa's perfect legs and grabbed her heels to work her into a sharpshooter to further wear her down. The crowd went ballistic as Tifa was bent and howled in pain.

    "AAAHHHH!!" She screamed as Clemence leaned backwards to apply more pressure. She was forced into an almost perfect "C" shape as the old veteran wrenched at her legs and back. Pain seared through the young woman's legs, back, and abdomen. Tears welled up in Tifa's eyes as she struggled to get to the ropes to break the hold. The materia didn't make things any easier for her.

    Tifa slowly inched toward the ropes. Every moment passed in agony.* "Nothing is riding on this fight.." She thought to herself, her resolve wearing thin. "I could just... No! Not like this!" Tifa defiantly tempered her will and with a final lunge, grabbed onto the bottom rope.

    Tifa breathed a sign of relief as Clemence released the hold. The moment was short lived however as she felt the old man grab at her ankles and drag her to the center of the ring yet again. While she was still laying on her stomach, Clemence stood on the back of the young woman's toned thighs and locked her legs around his shins. "..W-what?" Tifa had never seen this move before and unknowingly reached at the veteran's feet to try to pry them off. A mistake that would be greatly punished. Clemence grabbed her wrists one at a time and from here, he rolled onto his back to lift Tifa into a grueling ceiling hold.

    "YYAAAHHHHH!!" the young girl screamed. Clemence forced Tifa's legs apart and locked her arms straight as she was suspended in mid air in this tortuous hold. The crowd went into a frenzy at the sight of Tifa being dominated.

    "Do you give, child?!" Clemence inquired, punctuating his question by applying more pressure.

    "Aahhh!! N-no!!" Tifa stated defiantly. She had to either endure the pain or tap.

    "DO"
    
-stretch-
    
"YOU"

    -stretch-
    
"GIVE?!"
    
-stretch-

    "AAAAHHHH!!! NO! NO!" Tifa would not lose like this.

    Minutes slowly passed before Clemence gave up on this particular hold. "Hmph!" The veteran huffed as he released the submission and dropped his young opponent onto his chest. Tifa lay sprawled out on her back on top of her much larger opponent. Her chest was heaving and a layer of sweat made her luscious skin glisten. The raven haired beauty was in a bad way as she was unaware as Clemence's legs snaked around her own and his massive arms worked their way around her neck.

    "Uck!" Was all that escaped her mouth as she was once again at the larger wrestler's mercy, locked into his rear naked choke. Tifa clawed at her attacker's arms trying to pry them from her throat but to no avail. Slowly but surely, the fight was being drained from Tifa as the crowd roared. The clawing and struggling slowly began to weaken as the her blood circulation was cut off. Clemence gently covered Tifa's eyes with his free hand to further ease her to unconsciousness. Tifa's arms and legs soon went slack and a calm, peaceful expression crept onto her face as though she were asleep. A sorry sight to behold. The crowd began the ten count to claim the victor via knockout.

    "ONE!"


    "........ no....." Tifa said to herself in what seemed to be a hazy dream.

    "THREE!"

    ".....no.... "

    "SEVEN!"

    ".... NO!" She defiantly roared to the waking world as, in what seemed to be a miracle, she summoned all of her strength and began throwing viscous elbows into her captor's ribs. The crowd was in shock.

    -WHUMP-

    -WHUMP-

    -WHUMP-

    Elbow after elbow collided as Clemence hacked with each blow. He knew he had to break the hold for his own good. He tossed her off of him. "Such strength! Splendid! Haha!" She was indeed a worthy opponent. He walked over and grabbed the young woman by the hair to get her to her feet. But Tifa had had enough. She broke his hold and threw a viscous haymaker into her unsuspecting opponent's jaw.

    -CRACK-

    "HURGH" was all he said as he reeled back. Tifa was on him again in a frenzy. Haymaker after haymaker collided with the veteran's face. Tifa wasn't counting herself out. Not by a long shot. After a few more clean shots, Tifa leapt high into the air and tucked her knees to her chest. The young fighter seemed to float for a second before exploding into a rocket dropkick.

    -BOOM-

    Clemence was sent flying to the ring's edge as both he and Tifa landed in sweaty heaps on the mat. Tifa slowly rose to her feet. "He's down! Now's my chance to-- hngg!!"

    In her assault, Tifa had seemed to forget her handicap... The materia had sapped at her strength, bit by bit, throughout this entire fight. She soon found herself out of breath and spent of energy. Tifa would have collapsed right then and there had she not caught herself. Her chest heaved as she rested her hands on her knees. Her legs grew wobbly. From what seemed to be out of nowhere, she felt a big hand grab at her hair. Clemence was already up. Ready. Waiting. He raised her head up to look into her tired eyes. "Not bad at all." He praised as he wiped blood from his lip with his free hand right before planting a swift boot to Tifa's solar plexus.

    "....g-....gh.." was all the she could say as she collapsed to her kness, mouth agape and eyes wide. Clemence reached down to grab her head with both hands and forced her between his thighs. He locked her in place as he grabbed the belt of her skirt and slowly lifted her to her feet. Tifa was frightened as she was bent over. She wrapped her arms around his thighs almost instinctually in a futile attempt pry them apart. She couldn't budge them.. not in her current state.

    "I hear you do not like this move. I am sorry. But it is as I said.. no mercy. Not even for children."

    With that he wrapped his muscular arms around Tifa's glistening stomach. Tifa could only whimper as she was being set up. With a grunt he lifted the young girl and Tifa soon found herself completely upside down in her attacker's embrace, her feet floating, pointed directly to the arena lights. Clemence had secured Tifa in a piledriver position. The crowd went into a frenzy as a wave of camera flashes flooded the arena.

    ".. n-no! Not this!" She cried out, face once again overtaken by fear.

    A few long, tortuous moments passed for Tifa. He held her there.. giving his fans what they want and letting the reality of her dire situation set in.

    Soon, the old veteran jumped into the air and kicked out his feet.

    The crowed went silent.

    -THUD-

    Clemence landed on his rear as Tifa was piledriven onto the mat on the top of her head. Immediately, her eyes glazed over and her arms went slack. Clemence quickly released the hold as the audience erupted. Tifa stayed prone upside down on her head for a second before falling over Clemence's leg and rolling onto her back. Her chest heaved and she looked up at the lights of the arena, her head already in a fog. Clemence remained silent and stared at the empty space on the mat in front of him as he secured his victory.

    Much to his surprise, however, he felt a small hand clasping to the side of his blue trunks. "...hm?.." he was caught off guard. Whether by instinct or otherwise, the fighter in Tifa just wouldn't let go.

    "... such a strong child... very well.." he slowly got to his feet and brushed himself off. He crouched over Tifa's exhausted body and grabbed her by the hair to bring her to her feet. She offered no resistance. He immediately scooped her up belly first over his shoulder. The crowd went wild. They knew what was happening. "...n-mn" Tifa weakly argued through the haze.

    "You fought well. You bring honor to the ring." He said before he slowly, gently jostled Tifa into an upside down belly to belly bearhug. Tifa instinctually held around his waist to avoid falling. He wrapped his arms around her slender form again as he rested his chin between her skirted legs. He felt her thigh high socks brush his ears and he felt her sweaty body pressed against his as he locked her head between his knees to prepare his final move of this fight. He regarded this move as a salute to his worthy opponents. A final sendoff. The dreaded tombstone piledriver.

    After a few seconds of camera opportunity, the old veteran decided it was time to finally put an end to this fight. With dominance, he stood on his toes and swiftly brought Tifa down.

    -THUD-

    Tifa's head was drilled into the mat. Her eyes went completely white as she was finally past the point of no return and knocked out.

    The crowd roared for their champion as Tifa fell flat on her back spread eagle. A few seconds passed in respect before Clemence hooked her leg and went for the pin.

    "ONE......

    TWO.......

    THREEEEEE!!"

    -- DING DING DING--

    Clemence dropped Tifa's glistening leg and stood with raised arms proudly over his opponent as the crowd cheered for their champion. A glorious win for the arena.

    Tifa again lay defeated on the mat.

    Up in the private seating, a man slowly clapped as a sly grin crept onto his face.

    --- TO BE CONTINUED ---
     
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  2. allhailsabin

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    Praise Jesus for this becoming a series. I love it all. Tifa being unable to accept her easy defeat by Junior, her being embarrassed at being folded up and pinned in a skirt, her fear of being piledriven, the crowd loving her domination, all of it. Aalllll of it.
     
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    You, sir, are a pal.
     
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    This story is amazing, man. It's even better since it covers a different reason for Tifa to get bested and humiliated inside the arena. Eventually she's going to not have any excuse for her loss, and just have to eat tons of piledrivers :D

    Love that you keep writing in descriptions of her skirt being all out of place, riding up on her, etc. She should learn that's not great wrestling attire!
     
  5. ghost13

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    That's partially why I love fighting games and fantasy lol. Like... why would you wear that? It's hot, yeah. But not very practical. dont get me wrong, I like tifa a lot and I think shes a hell of a fighter but still. Haha

    And thank you very much! I'm kinda deciding if I should make it a three or four part series. Might push to four and give myself a little wiggle room.
     
  6. nine

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    I second what they said, the story was great and the embarassment scene, even more. :D
     
  7. ghost13

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    Thank you! I tried to convey that clemence wasnt actively trying to embarass tifa. Hes the kind of guy that only cares about the fight and honoring the sport. Everything else is secondary.
     
  8. Raden

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    Man, someone likes to have Tifa get piledriven, huh? Great writing piece, and I look forward to the next. :D
     
  9. ghost13

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    I can't say how much i'm actively trying to not oversaturate my stories with them.. but it's probably my favorite move in terms of ryona lol. don't want to bore anybody haha.
     
  10. Kargan3033

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    Another fine story, the flow of the action was smooth, the discription of the action was well done and I don't get the feeling that Clemence was out to embress poor little Tifa with the panty shots, if anything your have gotten better with your writing.

    I look forward to reading more of your work more now then ever.