Description: Two consummate performers take the ring in an underground streetfight near a dance club in Chinatown. But which one will take the heart of the spectators and which one will take the victory and the winnings?
The alley way behind one of the lower profile dance clubs in Chinatown was bathed in a dim light as shouts could be heard from a circle of people deep inside of it. Also audible although not as loud as the cheers were the groans that could only come from money being lost.
A young man in a mustard yellow Kung Fu garb waited for his turn before stepping inside the ring made of human bodies. That young man, Quon, would have preferred resting after what happened while he was in China. But there were two thing that excruciating experience of being ripped apart by a minigun had taught him. First, he was gonna need to train some more. Second, he was going to need more money after those hospital bills ate into his funds.
That's why Quon is in this alley way that was way seedier than his preferred venues waiting for his opponent to, as he would put it, take the stage.
From up above, comes someone muttering. It sounds quite a bit like, "Stupid hoon. What the..." Muffled as the person muttering can be heard coming down one of the fire escapes on the building. "Thought I'd never... except that he's //here//..."
Spotting the yellow garbed man down below, Reese drops down onto the street. Tipping her hat at him she grins a little. "Bit seedy out here, ain't it, mate? I'd think someone dressed like you are would prefer a nice gym of some sort..."
Dropping a black bag to the side of the alley she wrinkles her nose. "Smells out here too, but at least the music ain't bad."
From above he sees a woman drop in front of him which is kinda of a surprise. He is already being upstaged and the fight hasn't even started yet.
"Yeah," he admits even though a bit of grin appears on his lips. "But haven't you heard? The economy sucks right now. Gotta make money some how."
The spectators have lost patience with the gum flapping of the two fighters and decide to light a fire under their butts with the shouts of, "Let's go! Fight, already," and the like. He glances at the black bag for just a moment and then takes his stance.
COMBATSYS: Quon has started a fight here.
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Quon 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Reese has joined the fight here.
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Quon 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Reese
Reese is, at her core, a bit of an attention whore. Yet another thing she can blame on her family, with the added bonus of blaming her ex-partner as well. As for the upstaging, it wasn't really planned -- this time. It was more or less just the safest entrance in case she was being followed from one of her 'jobs'.
"Hah. That all depends on what you do for a living. Guess gym time is down, people like being fat and lazy when depressed." Reese is about to go on further, but she hears the whining of the spectators. "Okay then!"
Hand settling at her hip, she deftly unsnaps the whip that's holstered there. Snapping it forward she winks at the mustard-yellow man. "Time to get this show on the road, mate." Then she lashes the whip at Quon multiple times toward his shins and torso in a 'snake-killer' technique to try and bring him down to the ground or at least keep him at a distance.
COMBATSYS: Reese successfully hits Quon with Excavation.
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Quon 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Reese
Quon moves forward as he watches her hand moves for the whip in an attempt to get in too close for her to use it effectively. He doesn't realize until he's in mid step that he wasn't quite quick enough.
He lets out a grunt as the whip strikes at him repeatedly. The previously mentioned mustard yellow outfit gains a few tears in it and blood can be seen through those tears.
Quon continues moving in just as the whipping stops as he attempts to smother her by throwing a rapid flurry of kicks for her head, torso, and legs. Might as well return the favor.
COMBATSYS: Reese counters Seven Dragon Tails from Quon with Artifact Snare.
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Quon 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Reese
"Sorry 'bout the outfit, mate. Hate to tear it up like that but..." Unfortunately it's a necessary part of her style. Reese can't be feeling bad about everyone's ruined clothing all the time. If she did, she'd be broke and that would defeat the purpose of fighting in the first place -- for the money so she can finally climb her way out of debt.
With the whip still in hand, she's able to react quickly when the flurry of kicks comes toward her body. Flicking her wrist, she twists it in such a way that the fall of the whip is snaring around his calf. Yanking upward on the handle she hoists Quon off his feet to drop him on his back.
"Nice moves. Wish I could kick with that much speed..."
Quon thinks that all is going well until that whip wraps around his calf muscle and rapidly circles around until the whip touches his ankle. The look on his face can only be described as an, 'Oh crap,' look.
No sooner than that look appears on his face that his remaining foot gets pulled from under him with such speed that if he didn't tuck his chin in time, he would've cracked his head on the ground. Unfortunately that look on his face, made the spectators laugh filling the alleyway with the unusual sound of laughter.
Quon scrambles to his feet and once up, dashes towards the Aussie, with a punch towards her face before following it with a couple of body shots. "Nice moves? You ain't seen nothing yet."
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Reese with Combo Attack.
Glancing Blow
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Quon 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Reese
Laughter combined with the music is an odd sound, something akin to a sitcom laugh track. Reese can't help but smile at it, even going so far as to give a slightly pitying look at the man on the ground.
A mistake.
The fist coming toward her face causes her to turn her cheek to the side, the knuckles only grazing the skin and leaving a slight red mark. Her body is left open, the shots hitting her there easily enough and causing a step backward. "Guess not," she says, chuckling again as she rubs her face.
Holding the handle of the whip tightly in her hand she quickly eyes the audience, measuring their distance from the fight. Figuring she has enough room she swings the whip around to crash the whip-holding hand toward the mustard-man's face.
COMBATSYS: Quon interrupts Medium Punch from Reese with Moving the Mountain.
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Quon 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Reese
As that whip hand comes in towards Quon's face, steps forwards as he leans to the side. He knows he won't be able to completely avoid the attack but he can make sure that he can not only put himself in a position to perform damage control, he can at least give her something to think about.
That lean to side keeps him from getting hit in the face with the whip handle but he gets caught in the shoulder as he twists his body and leans to the side as he pushes out with a pair of fists to the abdomen. The lunge and leaning motion allowing him to get a bit more depth in his counter offensive.
He then holds the pose for a moment too long before pulling himself into his stance as he flashes a grin to the crowd.
Punching a shoulder is not nearly as effective as punching a face, and tends to cause more pain to the fist. Coupled with the fists to the abdomen, and Reese is doubling over with the wind knocked right out of her. While taking the few seconds to catch her breath she sets the whip back into its holster and eyes him from her leaned over position.
"Nice recovery," she offers in a cheerful and upbeat manner.
But that's not all that's being offered. Swinging out from the doubled-over position, she sends her foot out toward his gut with a quick side-thrust in retaliation.
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Reese's Light Kick.
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Quon 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Reese
"Thanks."
The retaliation from the whip wielding Australian doesn't give him time to anything else. Quon's arm quickly moves to intercept the kick before side-stepping around the kick to get closer to her he delivers a powerful palm strike to her side in an attempt to upset her balance before she can completely recover from her attack.
"Whip, fedora. I must say. I like your taste in movies. Probably a good thing I didn't try to show off in the beginning by throwing punches at the air in a useless attempt at intimidation."
COMBATSYS: Reese fails to counter Strong Punch from Quon with In Situ.
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Quon 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Reese
There is a strike coming toward her, her hand sets into place to grip the attack and turn it around. A miscalculation has her hand gliding right past his with a slight curse of, "Bull dust."
"My taste in..." Reese shakes her head, refusing to admit that she took any style initiative from a movie. "Archaeology, mate. Has nothing to do with Hollywood."
These lines are delivered from the ground, where she's landed on her back. The palm strike hit the ribs, so again squishes a bit of air out of her and leaves her down for the moment.
Quon doesn't verbally respond. Why bother when his facial features and the incredulous look plastered on them are all that he needs to get his thoughts across.
The Chongquan practitioner doesn't stay idle though. Not when he sees an opportunity to get the crowd on his side with some flashiness. He takes two steps forward before launching himself into a slide and if he should manage to complete the slide uninterrupted, perform a breakdancing windmill before bringing himself back up to his feet.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Reese with Light Kick.
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Quon 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Reese
Flashiness will get some respect from Reese. It's something she's always liked, and were she not in the midst of having the feet crash into her body and slide her through the crowd and against the wall of the club, she would tell him so.
With a groan, she pushes herself up the wall and holds her side. She's been hit there multiple times now and there's little doubt in her mind that she's going to be nicely purple there come morning.
Pushing back through the crowd she whisks her fedora off and tosses it toward Quon, with the hopes of a distraction. Then she rushes forward with a snappy punch aimed for the center of his face.
COMBATSYS: Reese successfully hits Quon with Jab Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Quon 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Reese
Quon sees hat. Quon tries to show off by catching said hat on his head. Quon ends up moving forward in previously mentioned attempt to catch the hat, and ends up eating knuckle instead of blocking the jab like he originally planned.
Quon finds himself stumbling backwards before falling towards a spectator who shoves Quon right back at Reese. Quon has enough awareness to utilize the added momentum generated by the shove to launch himself in a front flip before unfurling and bringing down a powerful heel, engulfed in golden flame as he drives it down upon the whip wielder's head.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Reese with Crossing the Bridge.
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Quon 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Reese
**THUNK**
Dropping to the ground without much ceremony, Reese finds herself with one hell of a killer headache. If she had the same tricks as her ex-partner, she might have had the ability to create wobbling, chirping birdies around both her head and the golden flamed foot. There is a slight incoherent mumble from her as she lifts herself up bit by bit. When she's finally back on her feet she swiftly yanks the whip out again.
"Show off," she mutters at Quon. Then she yells, "PAY ATTENTION!"
Cracking the whip twice to accentuate what she's just yelled, she performs a singleton special. Leaping over the whip as she cracks it under her feet and lashes it out at Quon's ankles and shins over and over and over again, until her arm tires at which point she's sent out at least five double strikes with the fall and popper.
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Reese's Pay Attention!.
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Quon 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 Reese
And Pay Attention he does. As she leaps over the whip Quon steps back turning his feet out as the whip lashes out for his ankles and shins bracing himself against the repeated lashes at his legs. He then crouches down to take some of the whippings on his arms.
His body rises and smile returns to his face as he returns into his Chongquan stance although it seems less rigid than most hard style practitioners. "You're just as much a show off as I am."
Besides, Quon has to show off. It's what he loves doing and the simple feeling he gets when he knows that all eyes are on him, drives him to be better, to perform incredible feats. When he knows that the crowd is on his side and can harness that feeling he becomes a much more dangerous fighter. Right now he has the crowd on his side and the charge he's getting from them is allowing him to perform a move that might seem familiar on the surface but faster.
He steps forward and lashes out with another rapid flurry of kicks. It starts as one foot moving fast, then then without warning it looks as though the foot has split into two and then three as he bombards her entire body with kicks. He turns as he switches feet, the other foot splitting into five as the bombardment continues before it ends suddenly. The pause only being long enough for Quon to perform a haymaker punch to the chin.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Reese with Wild Dragon.
- Power hit! -
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Quon 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Reese
The crowd and the cheers are against her. While her need for the spotlight has less to do with the spectators and more to do with familial issues, Reese can tell that the tides have turned, and the attention whore in her finds it a bit disheartening. There is still a smile on her face despite this. Still the need to show off.
"More so," she says with a grin.
Though the grin disappears rapidly when the first kick crashes against her shin catching her by surprise as she attempts to roll to the side. Because of her position, the next hits her in the stomach and sends her flailing back toward the crowd. The rest of the kicks volley her backward until the haymaker comes in.
The punch sends Reese's body upward in slow motion, sending her back a few feet to land atop a woman at the back of the crowd. The back of her skull cracking against the front of the woman's.
At least it was a good show!
COMBATSYS: Reese takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Reese can no longer fight.
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The kung fu stylist watches as Reese's body goes up in an arc over most of the crowd. His eyes widen when he sees the destination of his opponent. He just barely averts his eyes in time and can't quite help but cringe when he hears the sound of head to head collision.
"Oops."
Quon immediately picks up the fedora and then moves towards Reese and places the hat on her prone form before collecting his money. He's hesitant to call the paramedics due to the types of people who frequent places like this however he can at least make sure the woman gets to a hospital.
As for Reese, she can fend for herself. Fighters tend to be more resilient than the average person.
Log created on 21:41:26 08/16/2010 by Quon, and last modified on 11:44:23 08/18/2010.