Description: The Neo League presents: Poison versus Quon! Which of these two fighters will go to jail... FOREVER?!
At the end of Quon's class in English lit at Southtown University, he finds a text on his cell phone.
%tU hav a NL fite. Ride will be waiting outside.
Quon raises an eyebrow but thankfully the lecturer is too oblivious to notice Quon's distraction. Instead, the teacher blathers on about different plays of Shakespeare until the class lets out.
True to the text's word there's a NL Van waiting outside for him. He hops in and when he steps out, he's in front of the many many many Starbucks in Southtown's Downtown district.
It takes skill to steal a coffee from Starbucks. Anyone can just take someone's already-made coffee -- but it takes /skill/ to steal an entire espresso machine, bring it outside, and keep giving yourself free refills for about half an hour before anyone notices. Either it takes skill, or this Starbucks has the stupidest set of employees alive. Either/or.
Regardless, when Quon arrives, Poison is in handcuffs, being held onto by a police officer. "You're lucky the Neo League has more money and influence than God himself," the officer grunts as he unlocks the cuffs and pushes Poison forward. "Now do your fight, then it's off to jail."
Poison rubs her wrists and scowls at the cop, before turning her attention to Quon. She sizes the yellow-clad young warrior up, squinting and saying: "So... wait, are you, like... Sean's understudy? Or someone even /less/ relevant?"
COMBATSYS: Poison has started a fight here.
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Poison 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Quon has joined the fight here.
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Poison 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Quon
"Sean?"
The Chinese martial artist starts out surprised at the question to answer right away. After a few more moments, Quon tries to search his mind for any recognition of Sean and finds none. "What the hell are you talking about?"
He doesn't bother waiting for the answer before takes his stance he takes a deep breath and smiles. "But either way, I'm not the understudy. I plan on stealing the show."
He steps forward at Poison before bombarding her with a rapid fire series of kicks that look somewhat reminiscent of Chun-Li's Hyakuretsu Kyaku.
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks Quon's Seven Dragon Tails.
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Poison 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Quon
The kicks don't /quite/ catch Poison off-guard. She turns one shoulder toward Quon and brings her arms up to guard her face -- like a boxer trying to keep from being peppered by punches. "Gnh!" she grunts -- the kicks /hurt/, but at least they're not... you know, giving her concussions.
"You call that fighting?!" Poison snaps afterward, her voice high-pitched and annoying, like every noise that comes out of Japan. Poison reaches behind herself -- and pulls out a switchblade. From... somewhere. That cop is kicking himself right now for not having caught it when he frisked her. Granted, her shorts are so tight that how could /any/ surprises be hidden in there?!
"If you fight like a little /girl/, then you won't be needing /those/!" This is what Poison says right before she throws her switchblade at Quon's crotch. Quon isn't immobile, and her shoulder's a little tetchy from being kicked a bunch of times, so god knows where her aim will actually /hit/. But the intent is clear. It's like that old movie. "Chopper, sic /balls/."
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Poison's Knife Throw.
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Poison 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Quon
Quon didn't expect that hidden knife either. Fortunately for him his foot is still quick enough to kick the knife out of the air with only the unfortunate side-effect of the blade slashing the outside of his calf and leaving a tear in the pants leg and a slight cut on his leg.
"I'm not impressed." As he then poses with one leg in the air showing off his flexibility before placing it back down on the ground. After all, he's not quite willing to test if she has another knife in there..
He attempts to step inside her punch range and if he can manage that, start with a quick jab to the stomach before following up with a palm to the chin.
COMBATSYS: Poison endures Quon's Quick Punch.
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Poison 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Quon
Poison takes the punch to the stomach -- gosh she has flat, firm abs, she must work out -- and the palm to the chin. It's like she's not even trying to block them! What a jerk!
Poison calmly reaches up and adjusts her jaw with her hands -- there's a 'crick' like she's snapping something back into place. She swirls something around in her mouth, then spits out a thin glob of blood, toward Quon's feet. "And /I/," she says, "am not impressed /either/."
The punctuation on that sentence is not the period, but rather the sudden lunge forward that Poison initiates -- head-first, seeking to crash her skull (unusually dense for a thin Japanese woman!) right into the bridge of Quon's nose.
COMBATSYS: Quon interrupts Headbutt from Poison with Crossing the Bridge.
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Poison 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Quon
As Poison goes to slam her head into his face, Quon turns his shoulder as he leaps upward catching the headbutt on the shoulder. The headbutt, however, doesn't stop his upward momentum as he flips forward as he continues his ascent.When he comes down, his foot is ablaze with golden flames of chi as he drives his heel right down upon Poison's dome.
With a spin to put a small amount of distance between them, he stands with a hand behind him and the other extended out towards her palm facing up. The fingers curl up three times to beckon her forward as he flashes a grin. "Come get some."
"UNGH!" Poison bleats, catching the firey kick right to the skull. It hurts really bad, and worse than that, it knows her hat off. "Dammit!" she hisses, from the ground. Too many espressos. She's all jittery. Pushing herself up and grabbing her hat, Poison resituates the accessory on her head. "Boy... you don't have enough to give for my tastes." Wink. Predatory uptick of one corner of her mouth.
What follows is one of Poison's fabulous legs sailing toward Quon's face. Her style is somewhere in the realm of 'kickboxing, just made up as she goes along instead of like real Jean Claude Van Damme shit, which is the realest shit ever.' It seems mostly intended to close the distance. Bonus factoid: those heels she wears? They are sharp.
COMBATSYS: Quon effortlessly dodges Poison's Light Kick.
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Poison 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Quon
Quon almost lethargically leans to the side as those sharp heels fly towards where his head was. He takes the time to watch the foot as it passes by in what to him seems like slow motion before he lets her land on the ground.
She doesn't spend more than half a second on the ground before he grabs her wrist to pull her weight forward then grabbing the waist band of those way too tight cut-offs and giving her the ol' heave ho.
Quon's outward appearance shows that he completely expected that to happen. Inwardly, Quon knows damn well he probably shouldn't have pulled that off and his big risk paid off more than he intended it to.
Maybe this is a show of his potential.
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks Quon's Fool Goes Flying.
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Poison 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Quon
Things are going smoothly for Quon. He pulls Poison's weight forward, wrenching her shoulder (still aching from the first round) -- but then his hand goes to her shorts, and suddenly a forearm is in his way, keeping that grip from happening. "Ah -- ah -- ah," Poison chides. She hurts her shoulder more in the process of snapping away.
"Just looking at you, kid, I can tell you one thing... getting your hand in these shorts?" Poison raises one eyebrow, calm and smug despite not exactly winning this fight. "/You/ can not afford it."
And then, to hammer home her utter disdain for Quon, she swings one hand out, in a pride-obliterating bitchslap. It's a slap like the kind that ruined Charles Hamilton's career after her freestyled a rap about making his girlfriend have an abortion. It's that harsh.
COMBATSYS: Quon just-defends Poison's Bitchslap!
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Poison 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Quon
Quon keeps his pride intact and then some. When she swings her arm out at the Chongquan fighter, he steps back as he snatches her wrist out of the air. He pauses, takes a moment to run his hand through his hair, and then after that he wags a finger at Poison. Quon must've watched too many Bruce Lee movies as a kid.
He then releases her wrist, and then smacks it aside almost dismissively before taking to the air and then shooting downward with one leg extended to attempt to connect with Poison's face before flipping off of her.
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks Quon's Eagle Catches Mouse.
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Poison 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Quon
"What did you, watch too many Bruce Lee movies when you were a kid?" Poison snorts as her wrist is smacked away. She looks -- not quite hurt or upset by the avoidance of that slap, but certainly like it's fueling a much meaner attitude.
That mean streak helps her dig her heels in and brace herself for Quon's impact. Poison's arms cross in front of her face, and she pushes out with all the strength in her shoulders -- it hurts, still, having Quon smash his foot into her tensed arms, but not as much as if it'd connected with her mouth. And because of this, Poison is still pretty as a picture.
Rolling her shoulders and chuckling, Poison steps forward. "Oh, /baby/," she coos, as if speaking to a child. "Look at you now -- you're all sweaty and tense -- I hope you don't mind if we catch our breath for a moment so I can /feel/ that rippling..."
Poison's hand presses to Quon's stomach.
Then lower.
Then /lower/.
Then she tries to grip and squeeze, hard.
COMBATSYS: Quon dodges Poison's I Learned This in Prison.
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Poison 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Quon
Her hand reaches for his stomach... It goes to the crimson sash around his waist and then his mind flashes back to that point where she tried to throw a knife there, and that's when the upper brain reasserts control.
He steps back away from that hand and what he is sure would've hurt /a lot./
"I'd rather not get caught in a scandal with a /cheap/ hooker. Thank you very much. I have a future movie career to think of."
He then whirls around with a powerful spinning backhand. Unfortunately his pimp hand isn't strong enough to make ho's spontaneously drop money after receiving it.
COMBATSYS: Poison fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Quon with Power Strike.
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Poison 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Quon
The hand comes up and at Poison -- and at the same instant her own fist swings out. It's a Tyson punch -- fast, vicious, and containing about as much precision as a rabid tiger fired out of a cannon being fired out of a larger cannon. The thing is, that sacrifice -- precision giving way to force and power -- makes it easy for the punch to go awry.
Quon hits Poison in the jaw so hard that it throws her punch off, causing it to sail by the younger man's head like a warm breeze made of a punch. "UNGH!" Poison spits as she staggers a step or two back, clutching her mouth.
No money comes out but the temporary silence that comes from having her face smacked with a closed fist, is absolutely priceless to the Chongquan fighter. He'll take a few moments to not only enjoy that silence but return to his natural fighting stance.
After that moment is over, he lunges forward as he twists sideways performing a double palm strike, one palm going right for the collar bone, the other going right for those flat, rock hard abs.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Poison with Moving the Mountain.
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Poison 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 Quon
Poison snorts. She underestimated this kid. Stupid no-name fighters popping up out of nowhere with their skills and their beginner's luck -- maybe it'd be more tolerable if this guy was at least blonde and muscular, but there's not even the consolation of being manhandled by someone she finds /attractive/.
But a twitchy Poison is a Poison off her guard -- she tries to block the palm strikes, but they're swifter than her attempt. She's smashed backward, into a Neo League television van. So hard, in fact, that the van tips over, and the live webcast cuts out.
Which is good, because Poison proceeds to shout: "YOU FUCKING LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT PRICK ASSWAFFLE BITCH-ASSED PANSY," she cries, showcasing the subtle influence of Yamazaki. "I'LL CRIPPLE YOU!"
This is followed by an attempt to lunge at Quon -- with surprising quickness for someone who's been getting her ass handed to her -- and seize him up with a surge of strength, to bring him down spine-first on her knee.
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Poison's Backbreaker.
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Quon gets seized by the surprisingly spry, and not-so-surprisingly foul mouthed female thug. He goes up and squirms a bit before managing to turn to his side to salvage his spine when he eventually comes back down. It only cost him a couple of ribs in the process.
He works his way back up to his feet. Grinning.
"Aww that's adorable. The little penny whore is crying because she can't get her way." He takes a deep, somewhat agonizing breath, and then he takes to the air once more in a repeat of that jump kick he attempted earlier, but it doesn't stop there, he stomps on her head repeatedly, alternating between his feet before it culminates in shoving her away as he launches himself away from her.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Poison with Breaking the Shell.
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Poison 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Quon
Poison goes down -- her head gets danced on like Quon was Savion Glover. Her skull really should probably have broken by now, but it endures, perhaps through sheer stubbornness. The pink-haired fighter doesn't move as Quon leaps away. For a long moment, it looks like the fight may be won.
Then, with a gasp, Poison pushes herself up. She has blood streaming down her face, streaking her hair darkly. "Do I /look/ like I'm crying?" she spits, eyes ablaze with fury -- islands of white and blue amidst the Ric Flair crimson facemask.
Poison goes for a last-ditch attempt -- her arms come out to seize at Quon, and she tries to force him into a brutal full-nelson to try and pop his shoulders out of their sockets. She's too angry to even make this full-nelson an extra-grindy ones. Those are perhaps best saved for Cody.
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Quon with Full Nelson.
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Poison 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Quon
"Well it sounded liiiiiiii..."
Quon never quite finishes because his shoulders are introduced to a whole new world of pain as they are painfully popped out of his sockets.
Quon grits his teeth when he finally struggles his way out of the hold. He turns to Poison arms hanging limply. All pretense of a stance hopelessly abandoned. "Fine... That's how you want to do this?"
Quon's body suddenly moves in a blur as he closes the gap between Poison and himself sending out a powerful spinning side kick to knock her into the air. If he can land that initial kick, he'll flip forward to smash a flaming heel into her to smash her back to before flipping again to stomp on her back before flipping away once more.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Poison with Dropping the Bridge.
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Poison 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Quon
It is, apparently, how Poison wants to do it, because she becomes a pinball in the air. Quon is, naturally, both flippers. And some bumpers. And probably the lights and sounds, too. The point is that he essentially plays one-man volleyball where she is the ball. He lands gracefully.
Poison, meanwhile, falls through the roof of the Starbucks, breaking a Poison-shaped hole into it and through other things (such as ducts) besides. She lands in a heap, hat clattering and spinning away like a hubcap until it settles. Then a coffee machine tips over and spills scalding hot coffee on her. Then her hat catches fire and explodes.
A voice in Poison's head -- Lee Carvallo's -- asks: 'Do you wish -- to play again?'
Poison's eyelids flutter.
COMBATSYS: Poison takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Poison can no longer fight.
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Quon 0/-------/---====|
As Second Wind fails to trigger, Lee's voice says: 'You have selected -- no.'
"I'm sorry... But I'm the star of this show. You're just a bit part."
He turns down towards the hole that he stomped her through, moves towards the cop that brought her to the fight location and tilts his head towards Poison. "She's all yours."
After three more steps, and after he's sure that the cameras aren't rolling, he turns back to the cop and says, "What the fuck is her problem?"
After that, he's on his way to the hospital to get his arms reset and after that, get his back cracked by a chiropractor.
The cop grunts, not especially thrilled that Poison is all his. "Eh, kids get wrapped up in the Mad Gear lifetyle, then they ain't got a way out. S'terrible." He sighs, and goes to cart Poison off to jail, which will probably make her frown more than the new loss on her record. And the loss of her hat.
Log created on 12:53:00 10/14/2010 by Poison, and last modified on 00:24:02 11/14/2010.