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Bonus Stage! Rainbow Revenge! A Street Fighter Ficlet

Outfit inspired by "Rainbow Mika," artwork by Ryusoko, from the 2019 Street Fighter Pin-Up Special © Udon Entertainment

“Graaah! Let me at ’em! I’ll kick their asses!!”

With the van rocking like it was full of gorillas on their prom night, Guile had half a mind to let the feisty wrestler have her way. Rainbow Mika was putting up one hell of a fight already, struggling to free herself from his arm lock and kicking her boots into the air. Her enthusiasm was nearly matched by the bikers outside, gang members pounding on the doors and hollering at the trapped tourists.

Guile was a tough guy, but this was like trying to hold back a typhoon.

Mika flexed, her sky blue hoodie pressing up against his arms and chest. When she failed to break free, the wrestler let loose a terrifying war cry. “Ooeeaaaaah!!”

Cammy groaned, propping her bare, shapely legs up on the dashboard. “Bloody hell, Guile, just let the woman have her fun. Do you really want to fix the van again?”

Guile growled back at her. “Do you want the cops paying us a visit at the resort? ’Cause that's what's gonna happen if she maims a buncha civilians!”

The special ops agent glanced out the window, giving the side-eye to a biker who was ogling her legs. “Bunch of horndogs, if you ask me. Don’t know why we even stopped here.”

“The Mad Gear Diner is a classic! It’s like the Redwoods. You can’t drive past a famous attraction, not when they serve the best whiskey on the west coast!”

“Which we didn’t even get to try, because Little Miss Sunshine here had to go and wreck the gang leader's bike."

Rainbow Mika's eyes were bulging behind her mask. "But... but they started it! They made fun of the women's pro-wrestling organization! I even told them about our good fundamentals, and they still laughed!”

Smash! Guile spun around with the wrestler in tow, only to find the back window busted out with a lead pipe. Christ, they were using lead pipes now.

Mika shoved aside Guile's arm and pointed at the greasy biker brandishing the weapon. “And that one called Master Zangief a bitch! Nobody calls Zangief a bitch, not while I'm around!”

Guile sighed. So much for being a law-abiding citizen.

"Alright, girl. Go teach ’em a lesson. Just make sure they can still walk when you're done with ’em."

Free at last, the wrestler cracked her knuckles and cackled gleefully.

"No promises," she said, whipping off her blue hoodie and jean shorts faster than a ringside bell. Scantily clad in white boots and a one piece swimsuit, Rainbow Mika kicked open the back door and launched herself at the bikers.

“Blimey,” said Cammy, rolling down her window for a better view. “Look at her go.”

She wasn’t wrong. Watching the legendary dream driver in action was more than just another spectacle. It was a flamboyant work of art. It was even more amazing that Mika’s outfit endured the battle, but every strap of spandex and polyester remained in place as she suplexed and headlocked every unfortunate gang member with those powerful thighs.

“Passion press! Rainbow typhoon! Bomberrrrrrr!!”

Guile moved to the seat behind Blanka and settled in for the action. A mean guitar solo was playing off in the distance, as if the diner’s loudspeakers had suddenly rallied behind the banner of R. Mika.

Blanka looked back at him nervously. “No help funny wrestler?” asked the wild man.

“Nah. I think she’s got this one handled.”

As if on cue, the wrestler drove his point home—literally. A biker’s face collided with the side of the van, pressed between the glass and Mika’s ample derriere. The van tilted violently to one side, forcing Guile to grab the seat as Blanka hooted in surprise. For a long moment, they teetered on the edge of disaster, albeit with a great view of the wrestler’s pressed cheeks and the man’s head wedged between them.

Fortunately, the van came to rest on all four wheels, just in time for Rainbow Mika to pose triumphantly atop her fallen foes.

“Ha ha! You just got peached, bitches!”

The unconscious gang member slid down the window, leaving a trail of drool in his wake. Blanka watched with interest as the man flopped to the ground, then looked back at Guile with a pointy smile. “Jimmy like rainbow girl’s style!”

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