The Miss World Warrior Pageant
A Street Fighter Fanfiction
By The Headcrook
Legal Disclaimer: All characters are the property of...aw, forget it!
Prologue: A Proposal She Can't Refuse
-Outskirts of Vancouver, British Columbia-
Nighttime. A young woman walked up the small dirt road that led to her lakeside lodge. She lived outside the city limits, as not to draw attention to herself. She was in her mid-twenties, of European ancestry, with long auburn hair tied into a bun, with several strands framing her face. She was dressed in a simple navyblue business suit with a white blouse underneath.
She was known to her co-workers as Julia Sara Reindhart. But to a select few, she was known as Juli.
She had made a new life for herself, with the help of Cammy White. Ever since being thrown out of Shadowlaw for failing to capture Cammy and defeating the fighter Ryu Hoshi years earlier, she fled from her former headquarters and after travelling all over Europe, finally settled in Canada. Promising herself to go straight, she mamanged to get a good job working at a security firm and have quickly rose through the ranks. Plus, it allowed her to travel the world, so that was a good bonus.
She was haflway there when a small chattering sound nearby. Juli turned to the source of the sound and was surprised to see a small golden lion tamarine monkey perched on a nearby bush. The monkey had a small backpack and a collar wire. Standing behind the small monkey, was the Vietnamese doll Santamu (doll for August).
For a moment, Juli waited to see if Santamu would do anything. Instead, Santamu pointed in the direction of the house, as if beckoning Juli to continue. Seeing that Santamu was not a threat, Juli continued. The monkey then leapt from its perch and onto Juli's shoulder. Juli didn't mind, since the tamarine monkey used to jump on her shoulder plenty of times back when she was in Shadowlaw.
The other ten Shadowlaw dolls were waiting for her on the front porch. Seated on the front steps was Fevrier, the French doll who was rubbing one of her guns with a soft cloth. Satsuki, the Japanese doll was seated next to her, her katana resting nearby. On the vendand bench was Marz, the German doll, who at the moment, typing on her laptop. Aprile, the Italian doll and resident field medic, and Enero, the Spanish doll, were looking over Marz's shoulder at what she was typing. The Chinese dolls, Xiayu and Yanyu were playing with Juli's pet German Sheperd. Noembelu, the Mexican doll was toying with one of her hatchets, and Decapre was adjusting her mask.
The last doll was standing, awaiting Juli's arrival. It was Juni, now the commander of the Shadowlaw dolls. When Juli approached the front porch, Juni met her. She stopped in front of Juli and snapped to attention, before saluting her. Juli, in a show of respect for her former comrade, returned the gesture.
"It's good to see you again, Commander," Juni said.
Juli shook her head and plucked the tamarine from her shoulder. "I'm not the Commander anymore."
"To me, you will always the Commander," Juni replied. "The General wishes to have a word with you."
Juli blinked. "Bison is here? What does he want with me?"
"He's waiting for you inside."
Juli looked at her front door, a feeling of dread washing over her before walking to the front door, the dolls parting to make a path.
The door was ajar, but Juli was cautious. She stepped inside the house. The living room was dark, seeing that there were no lights on. As she closed the door, someone moved in from behind her. Juli immediately recognized the three-pronged claw her assailant was holding in her face.
"Remember me, little girl?" the muffled Spanish-accented voice whispered.
Juli snapped her head backwards, catching Vega in his masked face with a headbutt. Grabbing his clawed hand, Juli knocked it off and pinned the Savate expert against the wall.
She grabbed a handful of his hair with her other hand. "You got a lot of nerve, you Spanish asshole! Where is Bison?"
"Closer than you think."
The lamp on the living room came on, revealing the dread lord of Shadowlaw himself, General M. Bison. He was seated in the armchair, and dressed in a gray version of his usual outfit and his matching shoulder harnesses, wristguards and legguards, and cape. His trademark hat with the winged skull insignia was resting on the coffee table.
Bison looked at his former assassin. "It's good to see you are still on your guard after all these years."
Juli released her hold on Vega, who moved to his master's side. "How did you find me?"
Bison leaned back in his seat. "You hid your tracks well. You could say I had to turn over a stone or two to find you." He looked around the place. "You made quite a life for yourself, Juli."
Juli folded her arms across her chest. "I went legit. Get to the point, General," she said, pronouncing 'General' with sarcasm in her voice. "You didn't track me down to catch up on old times. You threw me out because--"
Bison cut her off. "--you failed in capturing Cammy and in defeating Ryu--"
"--who in turn defeated you..." Juli finished, a smug grin on her face. "On several occasions, if I remember."
Bison growled. "If I didn't need your help, I would have killed you for that."
Juli was surprised. "MY help? That's a change."
"Yes, I need your help," Bison continued. "Because of Interpol and the Special Forces' successful efforts in hindering Shadowlaw's movements, morale is low. I have received word that there will be a beauty pageant in Honolulu and I want you to compete for the glory of Shadowlaw."
"You mean YOUR glory," Juli corrected.
Bison shrugged his shoulders. "Whichever works. Through careful maneuvering, I have insinuated myself as one of the judges in this pageant and if you win, then it should do good for the morale of the men. And if you wish, I will reinstate you as a Shadowlaw assassin."
Juli remained silent for a moment as she thought it over. "Fine. I'll do it, but under one condition."
"Name it."
"Win or lose, you or anyone else from Shadowlaw--with the exception of Juni and the other dolls--will never contact me again."
"Agreed," Bison replied. "Oh, and don't worry about your job. Marz has it taken care of. In the meantime, I suggest you start packing."
A Street Fighter Fanfiction
By The Headcrook
Legal Disclaimer: All characters are the property of...aw, forget it!
Prologue: A Proposal She Can't Refuse
-Outskirts of Vancouver, British Columbia-
Nighttime. A young woman walked up the small dirt road that led to her lakeside lodge. She lived outside the city limits, as not to draw attention to herself. She was in her mid-twenties, of European ancestry, with long auburn hair tied into a bun, with several strands framing her face. She was dressed in a simple navyblue business suit with a white blouse underneath.
She was known to her co-workers as Julia Sara Reindhart. But to a select few, she was known as Juli.
She had made a new life for herself, with the help of Cammy White. Ever since being thrown out of Shadowlaw for failing to capture Cammy and defeating the fighter Ryu Hoshi years earlier, she fled from her former headquarters and after travelling all over Europe, finally settled in Canada. Promising herself to go straight, she mamanged to get a good job working at a security firm and have quickly rose through the ranks. Plus, it allowed her to travel the world, so that was a good bonus.
She was haflway there when a small chattering sound nearby. Juli turned to the source of the sound and was surprised to see a small golden lion tamarine monkey perched on a nearby bush. The monkey had a small backpack and a collar wire. Standing behind the small monkey, was the Vietnamese doll Santamu (doll for August).
For a moment, Juli waited to see if Santamu would do anything. Instead, Santamu pointed in the direction of the house, as if beckoning Juli to continue. Seeing that Santamu was not a threat, Juli continued. The monkey then leapt from its perch and onto Juli's shoulder. Juli didn't mind, since the tamarine monkey used to jump on her shoulder plenty of times back when she was in Shadowlaw.
The other ten Shadowlaw dolls were waiting for her on the front porch. Seated on the front steps was Fevrier, the French doll who was rubbing one of her guns with a soft cloth. Satsuki, the Japanese doll was seated next to her, her katana resting nearby. On the vendand bench was Marz, the German doll, who at the moment, typing on her laptop. Aprile, the Italian doll and resident field medic, and Enero, the Spanish doll, were looking over Marz's shoulder at what she was typing. The Chinese dolls, Xiayu and Yanyu were playing with Juli's pet German Sheperd. Noembelu, the Mexican doll was toying with one of her hatchets, and Decapre was adjusting her mask.
The last doll was standing, awaiting Juli's arrival. It was Juni, now the commander of the Shadowlaw dolls. When Juli approached the front porch, Juni met her. She stopped in front of Juli and snapped to attention, before saluting her. Juli, in a show of respect for her former comrade, returned the gesture.
"It's good to see you again, Commander," Juni said.
Juli shook her head and plucked the tamarine from her shoulder. "I'm not the Commander anymore."
"To me, you will always the Commander," Juni replied. "The General wishes to have a word with you."
Juli blinked. "Bison is here? What does he want with me?"
"He's waiting for you inside."
Juli looked at her front door, a feeling of dread washing over her before walking to the front door, the dolls parting to make a path.
The door was ajar, but Juli was cautious. She stepped inside the house. The living room was dark, seeing that there were no lights on. As she closed the door, someone moved in from behind her. Juli immediately recognized the three-pronged claw her assailant was holding in her face.
"Remember me, little girl?" the muffled Spanish-accented voice whispered.
Juli snapped her head backwards, catching Vega in his masked face with a headbutt. Grabbing his clawed hand, Juli knocked it off and pinned the Savate expert against the wall.
She grabbed a handful of his hair with her other hand. "You got a lot of nerve, you Spanish asshole! Where is Bison?"
"Closer than you think."
The lamp on the living room came on, revealing the dread lord of Shadowlaw himself, General M. Bison. He was seated in the armchair, and dressed in a gray version of his usual outfit and his matching shoulder harnesses, wristguards and legguards, and cape. His trademark hat with the winged skull insignia was resting on the coffee table.
Bison looked at his former assassin. "It's good to see you are still on your guard after all these years."
Juli released her hold on Vega, who moved to his master's side. "How did you find me?"
Bison leaned back in his seat. "You hid your tracks well. You could say I had to turn over a stone or two to find you." He looked around the place. "You made quite a life for yourself, Juli."
Juli folded her arms across her chest. "I went legit. Get to the point, General," she said, pronouncing 'General' with sarcasm in her voice. "You didn't track me down to catch up on old times. You threw me out because--"
Bison cut her off. "--you failed in capturing Cammy and in defeating Ryu--"
"--who in turn defeated you..." Juli finished, a smug grin on her face. "On several occasions, if I remember."
Bison growled. "If I didn't need your help, I would have killed you for that."
Juli was surprised. "MY help? That's a change."
"Yes, I need your help," Bison continued. "Because of Interpol and the Special Forces' successful efforts in hindering Shadowlaw's movements, morale is low. I have received word that there will be a beauty pageant in Honolulu and I want you to compete for the glory of Shadowlaw."
"You mean YOUR glory," Juli corrected.
Bison shrugged his shoulders. "Whichever works. Through careful maneuvering, I have insinuated myself as one of the judges in this pageant and if you win, then it should do good for the morale of the men. And if you wish, I will reinstate you as a Shadowlaw assassin."
Juli remained silent for a moment as she thought it over. "Fine. I'll do it, but under one condition."
"Name it."
"Win or lose, you or anyone else from Shadowlaw--with the exception of Juni and the other dolls--will never contact me again."
"Agreed," Bison replied. "Oh, and don't worry about your job. Marz has it taken care of. In the meantime, I suggest you start packing."