Cool stories! Could I ask for Asuka Kazama getting thrashed and toyed around by Heihachi, ending with her flat on her back on the ground like a sexy KO screen, totally unconscious but not dead? I would like to mention that I'm not a fan of teeth flying out of her face though.
Asuka Kazama approached the stone courtyard in the middle of the open-air market. It was a sunny Saturday morning. Her opponent, Grandmaster Heihachi Mishima, awaited her with his back turned, his imposing frame casting a large shadow. There were a few shoppers picking through produce stands or enjoying drinks al fresco that took notice of the rather oddly-attired newcomer: an attractive 5 ft 5, 110lb young Japanese woman, Asuka wore her signature platnium jumpsuit, blue crop top and matching gauntlets and boots, along with a black belt adorned with green stars wrapped above her hips to keep it all together.
Heihachi, 5 ft 11 and 180lbs, stood before her in a black gi with a red belt, barefoot but with white boxer’s tape wrapped around his knuckles and heel. Old but physically a prime specimen, he addressed her brusquely: “Think of this as your entrance exam, young lady. Though your father is a renowned and skilled fighter, I play no favorites. You must show me you’re worthy of participating in the Iron Fist tournament.”
“It will be an honor to prove to you that I have more than what it takes!” the brash, confident girl replied, taking her Kazama-style fighting stance as more and more shoppers began to gather around them and look up from their business.
Heihachi struck a powerful forward bent knee karate pose, large palms facing out. He beckoned Asuka to step into the center of the courtyard. She began circling him, pulse pounding. He appeared incredibly calm. She began by stepping inward with a left and right hook, fast but heavy, which her more-experienced opponent blocked rather non-chalantly. She comboed with a high kick that the old man deftly weaved through.
As she backed off, resetting her stance, Heihachi’s expression remained stoic. He silently stepped in himself and struck straight out with a chest-level fist. Asuka’s reflexively crossed her arms in defense and absorbed the hit. It made her skid back two or three feet, grunting.
How is he so strong? He must be like, 80 years-old, thought Asuka. Suddenly, Heihachi lifted his right leg above his chest and brought it down like an axe where her clavicle met her neck. Her shoulder burned in pain as she went down on one knee.
She rolled backwards and into a standing position.
Didn’t know an octogenarian could hit that hard, she thought to herself. I need to-
Her internal dialogue was cut short by a forward dash from her opponent and a massive open palm strike that hit her solar plexus with a dull thud. She was immediately knocked back on her tight ass, clutching the area her azure workout shirt covered.
Heihachi, still in his measured karate stance, karate chopped downwards with his left hand, hitting his pretty opponent square in the center of the skull which a force normally reserved for breaking boards. Her teeth clacked together and she moaned softly as she bent forward, looking rather silly, tits in her lap. Heihachi circled her from six feet away, seemingly ignoring the objections from the onlookers who didn’t appreciate seeing him harm a woman.
Asuka was no stranger to devastating blows from strong male opponents, so she shook her head to clear it and stood back up, fists ready.
Time to show you what I can do old-timer, she thought as she moved into grapple him. After locking up, arms not quite able to get around his shoulders but at least his upper back, she slammed her knee into his ribcage twice, eliciting grunts of pain.
Heihachi broke the grapple by pushing her away and hopping into the air for a spin kick.
KRAK! Asuka’s chin was snapped to her left and her stance broken as she took the breakaway blow. Her guard down, Heihachi began to unload on her with a rapid-fire jab combo. “Ungh, ahhh, UNGH!” Asuka groaned as his fists nailed her cheeks, chest and her already hurting shoulder. She managed to start defending herself again after the first five or six punches but the damage was already done. Dizzied, she tried to retaliate with a snap kick aimed underneath his right arm, hitting him but barely making him react, as he flexed his muscle group there to absorb the blow. He easily countered her with a chop to her side.
THUNK! her teeth clenched in pain as she recoiled.
Her rival Lili Rochefort had been completely trounced by Heihachi in an earlier qualifying match, but Asuka had assumed it was because she wasn’t a very good fighter. A stuck-up rich girl who never had to work for anything that couldn’t even beat an old man. Turns out maybe Asuka herself wasn’t so great either. The mere thought of this dampened her self-confidence.
It was clear to Heihachi now that this whelp wasn’t ready for a backalley brawl, much less his prestigious tournament. He grabbed her short brown hair, bent her over his knee face-up and drilled his elbow into her stomach once, twice and a third time.
Asuka moaned as she was rolled unceremoniously to the ground, one gauntleted hand clutching her abs while the other picked her body up off the warm stone. Before she could recover, the grandmaster grabbed her and effortlessly utilized judo technique to throw her over his shoulder, slamming her back against the very same stone she had just tasted moments ago. She bounced once and lay still.
Onlookers began to become uncomfortable with the scene and went back to what they had been doing, while some who had a few beers in them cheered Heihachi on. Puffing his chest out, Heihachi stood with one foot on Asuka’s belly, keeping her pinned to the ground. “ENOUGH,” he said definitively. “You are not ready for the trials of the Iron Fist. Surrender now and you may try again next year.”
Asuka’s pride was already hurting but she couldn’t take this disrespect. He grabbed Heihachi’s ankle and twisted it. He bellowed in pain as he stepped away from her body. Asuka rose to her feet. “I’m more ready than I’ve ever been!” she exclaimed defiantly. With a shout of “HI-YAHHH!” she attempted a high kick to his jawline.
Heihachi instantly grabbed her ankle in midair, wrenching it. Asuka squealed and tried to break free, but he wrenched it more. The crowd gasped. He cast her hurt leg away and began to punish her for her insolence. “Your father would be so disappointed,” he said gravely as he began to combo her.
SMAK! his fist entered her exposed midriff, before his other uppercutted her off the ground. While she was airborne, he peformed a graceful double spin kick,
THWACK, THWACK against her taut form that kept her suspended there, head back, groaning aloud. Her body bounced once, and he dove towards her with a slide kick making her bounce again. Finally, he stood up out of the slide, elbowed her in the tits to drive her into the stone with a sickening thud. He dropped to his knees, mounted her and started punching. Left, right, left, right, left, right, ground-pounding the now-defenseless fighter. After a final overhead smash to her face, Asuka screamed out in defeat. “UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHnnnnnnnnnggh...” He stood back up, dusting off his gi. Her back arched briefly, thrusting her hips to the sky, and then she became still, unconcious. Her pretty brown eyes clenched shut, mouth open, breathing ragged, arms above her head.
“K.O.,” a spectator remarked to his drinking buddy. As Heihachi walked away from his insolent, vanquished opponent, men and women from the market rushed to her aid. He turned around and put a hand up, halting them.
“Let her lay there,” he commanded, “and think about her choices. She has much to learn.”
