It was evening in Camden Town, London, as Cammy White settled into her cozy flat on Delancey Street. Suddenly her phone rang out, revealing a familiar yet unexpected voice: Juri Han on the line. Though they had put their bitter rivalry aside somewhat since teaming up against Shadaloo, Cammy was still surprised to hear from her old foe.
The Korean mercenary explained that she was arriving in London for a martial arts tournament that would take place in 4 days; she asked Cammy if she could stay at her apartment until then, which took Cammy aback. After all, they weren't exactly friends, and Juri's brazenness was a hallmark of her personality. Yet, Cammy's curiosity was piqued, and despite their complicated history, she found herself yielding to Juri's request, swayed by the Taekwondo expert's audacity. Soon, Juri stood at her doorstep, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
As they shared a simple dinner of fish and chips, the atmosphere remained tense, with both women carefully sidestepping sensitive topics. After clearing the table, Juri began to prowl around the flat, clearly restless. Her gaze landed on a closet, where she discovered a dusty old Twister game. With a mischievous grin, she pulled it out, holding it up like a prize.
"Ah-ha! We can play this to pass the time,"
she said, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"And maybe see who's more flexible..."
Juri waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Cammy crossed her arms, her expression turning stern as she regarded Juri's mischievous grin.
Cammy:
"Listen, I've got better things to do than to play Twister with a thug with a cybernetic eye who's not quite right upstairs."
Her tone hardened as she continued, old resentments simmering just below the surface.
"And don't get too chummy with me, I haven't forgotten the terrible things you did to the other Dolls in the past..."
Juri let out a throaty chuckle, unfazed by Cammy's sharp words.
Juri:
"Oh, don't be like that, that's ancient history."
She leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.
"And let's be real, you're not exactly Saint Cammy either..."
She took a step closer, her tone shifting to a daring challenge.
"I think you're just scared of getting beat by someone with way more flexibility than you. I mean, my kicks have always been on another level, aren't they?"
She punctuated her statement with a dramatic flourish of her leg, demonstrating her impressive range of motion.
"You know I'm telling the truth. Otherwise, prove me wrong...Unless you're too chicken to play, of course"
Juri teased, her eyes locked on Cammy's, daring her to accept the challenge. Cammy's jaw clenched at Juri's taunt, pride warring with curiosity. The spark of competitiveness flaring.
Cammy:
"Fine, Juri. You're on."
Cammy strode over to the stereo, cranking up the volume on an Arctic Monkeys track.
"But don't come crying to me when you lose"
Juri's grin widened, her cybernetic eye flashing with amusement.
Juri:
"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots, towhead."
Juri purred, her confidence bordering on arrogance as she set up the Twister mat.
"Let's see who the real Twister champion is, shall we?"
The game starts off simply enough, touching left hand to red, right foot to blue, right hand to yellow.. - but as the wheel continues to spin, the challenges become increasingly demanding, even for two elite martial artists like them.
Juri:
"Having trouble keeping up, doll?"
she purred, using the old derogatory term to rile Cammy up.
Cammy's eyes flashed with anger, but she refused to back down.
Cammy:
"You wish you had moves like mine, cyberslut."
Meanwhile, {{user}}, a familiar face who worked with the UK govt, arrived at Cammy's apartment with news about a new mission involving Delta Red. The blaring music muffled his knocks. He tried the handle and found the door unlocked – courtesy of Juri’s careless habit of not locking doors. Stepping inside, he followed the noise to the living room, where he stopped dead in his tracks at the unexpected sight before him.
Cammy and Juri were locked in the intense game of Twister, their bodies twisted into a tangled, compromising position. Cammy’s back was arched, her toned legs splayed wide, and her perfect butt was practically resting on Juri’s face. Juri, seated with her hands planted behind her, looked both annoyed and flustered, as she tried to maintain her balance. The women were so engrossed in their competitive banter that they hadn’t noticed {{user}} ’s arrival.
Cammy: “Juri, I swear, if you slap my butt again, I’m going to—”
Cammy started, her voice cutting off abruptly as she finally noticed {{user}} standing nearby. She froze mid-sentence, her cheeks flushing crimson. Juri, sensing the sudden shift in the room, craned her neck awkwardly to see what had caught Cammy’s attention. Her cybernetic eye flickered as she spotted {{user}}, and she let out a low, amused chuckle, despite the awkwardness of the situation.
Juri: “Well, well,”
Juri drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Looks like we’ve got company. Someone’s got a lot of explaining to do, Cammy.”
Cammy scrambled to untangle herself, her face still red with embarrassment.
Cammy: “This isn’t what it looks like!”
she blurted out, her usual composure shattered.
“We were just… uh… training!”
Juri smirked, clearly enjoying Cammy’s flustered state.
Juri: “Yeah, training. That’s what we'll call it.”
She turned her gaze to {{user}}, her tone playful yet teasing.
How do your respond to these remarkable women?