Description: Southtown still has things it needs to take care of few things before It can officially be declared recovered. Domino and Quon square off for charity and Quon has the added incentive of getting his name out on the map. Will the veteran win the day or will the young upstart surprise everyone.
Southtown has made many strides since the invasion. Repairs have been made to many of the buildings damaged by the attack. It is looking as though Southtown is on the cusp of recovery. That is to say that it isn't over yet. There's still work that needs to be done. In order for that to be done, more money has to flow through the city. In Southtown, nothing brings in the money like street fighting.
When Quon personally heard about this benefit, he instantly jumped at the chance for two reasons. First, it was an opportunity to get his name out there in the fighting world which would present more opportunities down the line and would give him a chance to prove that he was more than a tomato can. Second, it provided a chance for him to help others who couldn't quite help themselves. When Quon was chosen out of a long list of names, the Chinese fighter was excited beyond words.
When Quon arrives, he's wearing a mustard yellow Kung-Fu uniform with yellow converses on his feet. Takes a deep breath and waits for the match to get started.
The whole affair is rather simple in its execution. There are people here, there are fighters, they're going to have fights, people are going to pay to see them, and Southtown is going to get fixed up because of it. It's just a shame they couldn't get someone like Ryu or Ken to support it. Those guys are lulzy popular.
But what they do have isn't exactly something to sniff at. Drake- err, Domino, rather, was perfectly willing to oblige the fight coordinators and step up. It's his home turf! Not America, but it's the beach! His front yard! 'Course, he may have Grandpa Rage at the noise down the line, but feh. Money, fame, fighting! And for a worthy cause! How can you lose?
Foregoing the typical rigimaroo of ring entrance, Drake hits the makeshift stage already in a fighting outfit. Indeed, it's billed as 'martial arts vs. wrestling', which was something of a misnomer. Drake's wrestling heavily employs martial arts! But alas, he was a professional wrestler before he was a street fighter.
And now, he finally sets his sights on Quon, giving a bright grin. "Hey, pal. I-.."
Wait, this is a charity event. These people paid to see a show!
Drake whirls around and yanks the microphone from the announcer, stepping up to address the audience. "Well, well, well! Look at everyone supporting Southtown! You all rock!"
Cheer, yaay, get on with the smacktalk already~!
"But you guys came out here to see me beat someone up, right? Make'em tap out?" Drake gives a playful smile. "I'm not one to disappoint. So, let's see what we've got here!"
Turning to Quon, he tosses the microphone towards him. His head inclines, hoping to give the other guy a subtly encouraging look.
Quon snatches the mic out of the air as he lets his lips curl into a cocky grin, the gum he was chewing unintentionally adding to the cocky look he was attempting to cultivate. One day he'll see footage of this and he'll try to duplicate it for all its worth. It's all about the show for him.
"Now, now pretty boy. Don't go counting pinfalls before the shoulder hits the mat. Otherwise you might find yourself staring at the clouds. Hell. You find yourself staring at them anyway."
Quon takes a moment to run his hand through his wild hair before he flashes the crowd that shit-eating smile. "But don't feel too bad. It might make a pretty picture."
With his opening match smack talk out of the way, he tosses the announcer the mic and then turns back to Domino with a hand extended, beckoning him with two fingers in the universal sign for 'Bring it.'
COMBATSYS: Drake has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Quon has joined the fight here.
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Drake 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Quon
The audience can't hear anything Domino might have to say in retort to this, what with their noisy clamoring. But at the 'clouds' tirade, Domino laughs! He then turns to the audience, points at the Chinese boy, then holds his hand up at his head... and lowers it to an exaggerated degree.
Oh yeah, he called you short! So there!
Yeah, smacktalking without the talking is a little tough to do. It usually just comes out as a comical lil' sidenote to the one in the spotlight. But that's all part of the show!
When the microphone is out of the way, the announcer confusedly shrugs and declares it's time to fight!
So Domino begins to move around slowly, eyeing Quon with the cocky quirk of an eyebrow. His feet shuffle lightly, changing up his stance rapidly and letting the baggy cuffs of his kickboxing pants whisk about his ankles. But suddenly, he moves in and pivots over onto his right foot. The left foot juts out with a sharp, but quick high sidekick aimed for his forehead.
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Quon with Quick Kick.
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Drake 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Quon
Quon slides into his Chongquan stance and takes a breath. When Domino begins to move Quon spreads his weight out attempting to get ready to block. Domino ends up being just fast enough with his foot that he isn't able to catch it. The kick snaps Quon's head back and forces the Kung-Fu fighter to stumble backwards before resetting into his stance.
The cheers begin in earnest and the Chongquan fighter's grin begins to grow. He can feel himself getting pumped up and he uses it as inspiration to move forward in an attempt to catch Domino with a rapid series of punches alternating between face and body.
COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Quon's Combo Attack.
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Drake 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Quon
Foot sets back down to the stage, and Domino skips back a step. The fists come in quickly, and the young model twists sharply from side to side, leaving the fist to graze very nearly past each mark, mere centimeters from making contact. The moment the punches give sign of relenting, he reaches out to grab ahold of his attacker. His right arm dips low to hook the Kung-Fu fighter's legs, and he attempts to quickly scoop him up.
And then the boy's spine will be brought down across an upturned knee in a backbreaker.
As Quon is recoiling from this stroke, Domino lifts his right fist to slam it down into his defenseless midsection. But he's given no chance to curl up from that hit, as his hands quickly go to set under the chin and to the legs, both pushing downwards to arch his body painfully over the knee.
COMBATSYS: Quon interrupts Star Breaker from Drake with Moving the Mountain.
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Drake 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Quon
Quon is vulnerable while he performs that combo. He knows it, Domino knows it and probably everyone in the audience knows it. He is scooped up but he tries to make the best of an already bad situation. As he comes downward he twists so it's his side that lands on Domino's knee instead of his back.
The change in positioning buys the Chinese fighter enough time that he can shift his feet just enough that as the punch comes down on him, he's in prime position to drive a pair of palms right into Domino's chest and midsection, pushing him away as he drops to one knee as a result of his less than ideal foot placement.
The palms slam into his torso, and Domino is knocked back from the position into a short tumble. The spry fighter ends in a low crouch, wry smile playing on his lips. Quon recovered well from the would-be hit! A pretty decent maneuver overall.
But Domino moves in quickly again, keeping low to the stage in hopes of driving a quick uppercut into Quon's torso, hopefully with enough force to drive him a short distance into the air. And on the descent, he reaches out to hook his right arm with the Kung-Fu warrior's left to hip-toss him the rest of the way against the stage firmly.
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Quon with Rebound Grapple.
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Drake 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Quon
Quon rises back to his feet just as Domino moves in. Unfortunately for Quon, he stands up right into the punch to the gut folding him right over the fist. With no where to run, since there is a bit of air between his feet and the ground, he ends up getting taken for a ride before physically impacting with the ground in a very painful fashion.
He doesn't spend too much time on the ground, especially when against someone like Domino spending too much time on the ground can equal death. He comes in at the American with a spinning back heel attempting to make his own presence felt in this fight.
COMBATSYS: Drake fails to counter Heavy Kick from Quon with Blackout.
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Drake 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Quon
Domino stands upright after delivering the slam, and his hands open, fingers spread. When Quon comes in again, he squares his footing a little more and moves forward, prepared to grab ahold of him - but the maneuver is a little deceptively fast. The foot whips back and slams against his head, staggering him back several feet.
"Augh!"
His left hand sets against his struck head, teeth grit.
The Chinese fighter's foot is placed back down on the ground and he hops back just a little before bouncing from side to side and then going back into his stance. He takes a moment to bask in the cheers from the crowd regardless of whether the cheers are for him or his opponent. It is enough for him that they cheer.
His feet bounce up and down and then suddenly he takes to the air leaping high above the other fighter and then he shoots downward with one foot extended at the head of Domino.
COMBATSYS: Drake blocks Quon's Eagle Catches Mouse.
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Drake 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Quon
"Nng.. ow." Domino shakes his head firmly to clear away the would-be spinning birds, and he looks to where Quon would most likely be. But he's no longer there. "Eh..?"
Head turns left. Not there.
Head turns right. Not there either.
Head lifts. Ah, there he is. The shadow of the falling teen engulfs Domino, but his feet plant firmly to the stage and his arms cross in a high guard. The foot slams into them and is thus deflected. Taking the opportunity to attempt turning the fight back around, he jumps up and snaps a roundhouse kick aimed at Quon's torso.
COMBATSYS: Quon dodges Drake's Medium Kick.
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Drake 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Quon
Quon's feet don't quite catch Domino in the head, but it doesn't get the Chinese fighter down because the moment his foot makes contact with the other fighter's guard, Quon pushes off launching himself off in a back tuck which has two functions. Showing off for the crowd and buying time for decision making.
Domino jumps up and then whips around a roundhouse kick and that extra decision making time comes in handy letting the Chongquan fighter duck under the kick before he runs up the American's chest leaps up and repeats the same move... except that after he comes down the first time, he keeps stomping with alternating legs before using both legs to push Domino away.
COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Quon's Breaking the Shell.
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Drake 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Quon
Oh, yes. The audience is eating it up! All the aerial combat, the fancy maneuvers.. it's what they paid for! And they give a bigger pop when Quon runs right up Domino's torso!
Only the intended landing pad is quickly backrolling out of the way, leaving Quon to only hit the stage again. The blitz wrestler pops back up to his feet and makes a 'tsk'-ing motion at his opponent, wagging an index finger to and fro.
Getting back into the fight, he dashes in and dips low, body pivoting around to sweep his right leg across the stage in an effort to bring Quon down onto his back.
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Quon with Light Kick.
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Drake 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Quon
Quon landed harder from his own manuever than he expected. He could feel the impact in his calves, his quads, and even his abs. The sensation is quite a rattling experience.
He is only just recovering from said experience when Domino's foot connects with his legs causing the Chinese fighter to flip end over end before landing on his back with a loud thud, and a, "Oomph," from his lips.
He pulls himself back to his feet, dusts himself off then comes in on the other fighter with a back hand to the face before following with a straight punch to the stomach.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Drake with Strong Punch.
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Drake 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Quon
Domino smoothly glides back into an upright position and prepares to push the attack, only Quon is on his feet faster than expected. The hand strikes his face, eliciting a light yelp, followed by the firm shot to the abdominal region. "Nng..!"
Domino is doubled over from the hit, teeth grit again, and his amethyst eyes narrow on him. He suddenly rushes forward, attempting maneuver in behind his back to hook his arms around his midsection.
Flickering to life behind him is a white shadow image of himself.
Suddenly, Domino bridges backwards to drive the top of Quon's head against the stage. Rolling over his back, he rises to his full height and arches back against to deliver a second German suplex. He repeats this for a third go-around, where he finally holds the position for the shadow image mimicking it all to finally catch up to him.
Except it moves past him and pools underneath the Chinese youth.
Suddenly, a geyser of sparkling white energy surges in an upwards blast, Domino releasing his prey into the torrent to be swept away however he will.
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Quon with Whiteout.
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The satisfying smack followed by the meaty thud of his fist connecting to Domino's abdomen, warms the Chinese fighter inside. Of course the problem is that he stops for a moment to take a picture of the impact instead of bringing up his guard. The result is ending up being grabbed and slammed multiple times until he's propelled into the air the gathering of white energy.
His body's impact sounds loudly enough that the rear of the audience could hear it and wince in sympathy.
Nevertheless, Quon rises to his feet, stumbles a few steps and then after that he flips forward as he brings down a golden flame heel down upon the model.
COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Quon's Crossing the Bridge.
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Domino kips up to his feet and thrusts his fist into the air in salute to the audience.
The fight got all flashy and sparkly and shiny! They love it! This is why they pay to see fighters go at it, after all! It's the powah'!
Domino turns quickly to face Quon again, and he braces himself, trim body visibly tensing. When the boy flips forward and throws a flaming heel his way (with a 'woo!' from the audience, no less), Domino twists cleanly to the side and out of the way. Almost in the very same instance, he springs into the air with a butterfly kick, right knee aiming to slam under Quon's chin and his left foot hammering following shortly after to vault him bodily into the air.
That is, into the air to match Domino's rise as well.
Once they reach the pinnacle of their ascension, Domino's body twists over in a second butterfly kick, knee aiming to slam into his cheek followed by his foot driving out at his torso to blast him away forcefully.
And should it go as planned, Domino will land on the stage in a low crouch, facing away.
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Drake's Lunar Eclipse.
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Quon's hand moves into the way of the original knee. Drake's knee smashes into Quon's hand driving said hand into his face so hard that it sends him stumbling backwards before falling on his backside.
Quon slowly gets to his feet and goes into somewhat punch drunk wobble before he launches a punch at Domino's chin which if all goes well, will send the other martial artist into the air before he flips forward with another gold flame heel kick to drive him down to the ground before flipping forward once more to stomp on the American's torso while he's grounded.
COMBATSYS: Quon can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Drake blocks Quon's Dropping the Bridge.
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And then Quon falls over.
So things /didn't/ go as planned. Hmph.
Domino's considerably shortened Lunar Eclipse ends with him landing upright on his feet as opposed to dramatically facing away in a crouch. But that might have been a little blessing, as it puts him at the perfect angle to see the oncoming doggedly tenacious attack!
"Geeze..!"
Domino backs away several steps, putting him out of the way of the most of the force behind Quon's first punch. It's deflected against a forearm, as is each subsequent spinning, flaming, flashy kick.
The short of it is, his left arm gets hammered. Lots.
But the finalizing kick sees Domino weaving out of the way, letting him hit the stage... and then fall over.
Panting softly, the young fighter stares down at his opponent for a few long seconds before it's finally declared a knockout.
The audience goes crazy, of course, thrilled at the spectacular lightshow, the fighting, and the BURNING SPIRIT(!!!) the warriors possess! And amidst all that, Domino leans down towads Quon and offers him a hand. "Y'okay?," he shouts to be heard over the spectators.
"Yeah. I'm alright."
Quon reaches for the hand and lets Domino pull him back up to his feet. A grin is plastered on his face as he looks the other fighter in the eye and then he bows.
"One of these days, we're gonna have to have another rematch."
Quon bows, and Domino gives a firm nod. The smile on his face, though? Not so firm.
"You got it. Nice kicks, man."
And that said, he suddenly goes to sling an arm around Quon's shoulders to face him out at the audience, gesturing with his free hand and nodding his approval.
Quon, being endorsed.
Log created on 21:39:56 06/15/2010 by Quon, and last modified on 09:38:14 06/19/2010.