Rainbow Mika, renouned Street Fighter and wrestler extraordinare, cruised down Sunset in her new car. It wasn't much, just a used Chevy, but it was her first car and it meant the world to her.

"OK, Shades, check!! CD player, check! Big muscled guy by my side," she adjusted the picture of Zangief that she placed in the passenger seat, "Check, check, checkaroonie!!!" At the next light, she hit PLAY on her CD player.

Nothing happened.

She hit it again. Still nothing.

"CRAAAAAAP!!" she shouted, then whispered something a bit more vile when she noticed that the light was green.

When she got back to her apartment, she sorted through the letters that had been delivered that day.

"Ooh!! WWF finally got back to me!!!" she cheered as she ripped open the envelope. "Submission DENIED? Whaaaat? Oh, crap!! Heh, so much for my dream of a tag team with The Rock and Stone Cold!!"

She threw the letter down and picked up another one.

"Ooh!! Russia!! Ahhhh..." she sighed as she opened it.

A few minutes later, after parsing her way through Zangief's broken English, she leaned back on a chair and sighed again. "Things are sooooo great," she mused.