Exactly how you would expect.

The gladiator knew she couldn’t play around, unless she wanted to repeat history. She charged forth, barrelling towards the Chinese beaut, fists raised high. Marisa swung for the fences, aiming for Chun-Li’s face, shocked when she saw that she hit nothing but air. Chun-Li ducked down, sitting cross-legged, before throwing a punch of her own.

BOP! BOOP! BAP!

Marisa’s cheeks puffed out as her washboard abs received several digs. Chun-Li’s speed was bewitching, Marisa unable to keep up with the barrage of blows. The steel abs of the domineering woman were pounded, her belly sinking in, and her guts taking a great deal of damage. Marisa tried to armour through the gut-wrenching punches, hoping to catch Chun-Li from above with a haymaker. Her advance was put to an abrupt end when Chun-Li delivered one last punch to Marisa’s nether region. “Oh? Why is it wet down there?” Chun-Li wondered aloud, causing Marisa’s face to turn as red as her hair.

KIKOSHO!

The flustered fighter was blown back by the **** of an energy blast, the blue explosion bursting against Marisa’s crotch. Marisa’s bewilderment made it difficult to mount a comeback, failing to even roll through her fall. Once more Marisa’s body temperature was rising rapidly, her face turning beet red, and her loins lighting up with a spark of desire. Chun-Li’s attacks were strong, but nothing Marisa couldn’t handle, so why was she so staggered. An infinite number of lewd thoughts ran through her mind as she slowly got back to her feet. Unfortunately for Marisa, the martial arts master was already waiting for her.