The strongest woman in the world, Chun-Li.

Marisa was given the briefest amount of time to recover, just enough time to lick her wounds and suppress her shame. Anxious for a chance to prove herself, Marisa was becoming impatient. Her eyes lit up the moment a thick-legged beauty waltzed into the Colosseum. Chun-Li, in all of her curvaceous glory, stomped into the arena. Having heard about the commotion from a student of hers, she arrived to check out the competition, always looking for new ways to improve. While the prospect of earning a partner in life was a humorous notion, Chun-Li was really only interested in testing her martial prowess. But she wasn’t going to let Marisa know that.

“My goodness! I wouldn’t mind losing to you!” Marisa blurted out without thinking, her face burning red with embarrassment after realizing what she just implied. “You wouldn’t be the first.” Chun-Li playfully remarked, pausing for a moment to take in Marisa’s miraculous muscles. “Those legs are glorious! For somebody so small, you sure are incredible to look at!” Marisa praised the well-travelled warrior. “I would be honoured to battle against you! Let’s not waste any time! Come at me!” Marisa eagerly said, her confidence returning, and her fighting spirit reigniting. “I would be happy to oblige, just don’t be sour when someone of my size defeats you.” Chun-Li said while adopting a kung-fu stance. “How could I be!?” Marisa barked back, once again realizing too late what it was she was implying.