Description: Quon and Mr. Jones face off for a Neo Development Project match only for Adon to interrupt the fight and provoke both fighters into a rage and causing a brawl to break out instead of your scheduled NDP fight. Adon is publicly made into a joke. So who is the coward? Quon or Adon? (Winner: Not Adon)
Mister Johnny Jones clearly intends to win the NDP for this year too. He's out to prove the world that he ain't no washed up B List movie start that is way past his prime. He still go it baby, just like Disco itself he never died!
However, his quest to become the best is not simply for personal gratification. Ultimately, Johnny is a man of the people, someone who loves to give back to the community and in his road for greatness he strives to assist those fellow travelers to overcome their own obstacles.
This is why he easily befriended Rust Howard in the few instances he assisted him in the war against China and Shadaloo, and in so befriended him he heard of the plight of a young boy who also aspired to become great like Jones. This boy's name is Quon, a fan of his movies, but more importantly someone that had been constantly tormented by Shadaloo, stripped of his home, his dignity, his girlfriend even? Jones ain't sure about the details on that one, but the case stands that Vega had clearly gone out of his way to make Quon's life impossible, almost killing him in the end.
But Jones will have none of that! He will not let a young boy's dreams crumble before his very eyes with him simply standing by and do nothing!! With Rust he had devised a plan to restore hope to the young man once more and grant him a wish he had always longed to accomplish. To fight one of his movie heroes in the flesh, here, right now at New League Development! Oh yeah!!
Lights shine and the unmistakable beat of the Groove Master's team resounds in the arena as it plays 'Funky Togetherness'. The crowd cheers as the announcers heralds the coming of Jonesy.
"Ladies and gentlemen give it up for former NDP Champion! The one! The only!"
"Miiiiiiiiiiiisteeeeeeeer JOOOOOOOOOONES!!"
His opponent has no such music. There are a few moments of silence before the announcer can be heard on the mic making known the appearance of the opponent.
"Now give it up for his opponent, returning for his second fight after his hiatus, Quooooooooon CHEEEEEEEEEN!"
The cheers aren't as nearly as loud for the younger fighter though here and there are groups of girls from the teeny bopper demographic giving loud hoots and hollars for the youthful Chongquan fighter. The light shine on him and for a moment. A single moment he forgets about his troubles and all the misery that was brought down upon. He remembers the happiness he feels when he gets to perform for a crowd. He can feel the adrenaline rush and for a moment he lets his lips curl into a smile.
When he's in the finally in the fighting area, he extends a hand out towards the American born martial artist. "I've been looking forward to this for awhile. Let's give 'em a show they won't soon forget."
Mister Jones takes off his cape, yeah he was wearing a cape as he walked towards the arena, and jumps into the ring with a flashy somersault.
His shades flash as they reflect the stage light and as he directs his gaze towards his opponent for the night his lips curl into big wide grin. Jonesy walks towards Quon looking quite elated to see that the Chongquan fighter is alright, he had been awfully worried about what Rust told him when he faced Vega. However, the Groove Master decides not to mention his meeting with Mister Howard as it may give the impression that the two are babying Quon around, this is the boy's night tonight, he wouldn't want to spoil it.
"Yo!" He greets him cordially and shakes Quon's hand. "If you fight anything like ya did in Indonesia I'm in a whole lotta trouble!" The afro'd fighter slides back after the hand shake, bowing to his opponent with the traditional Kung Fu salute of Peace over Power and gets on his signature Jeet Kune Do fighting stance.
"Oh, I'm sure this is gonna be dope, son! Let's boogie!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones has started a fight here.
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And then Quon performs his own bow almost simultaneously with the movie star. And then he rises and slowly slips into his Chongquan stance more loose and relaxed than most traditionalists would be.
And it's probably for the best that they don't mention it. The war quite frankly is something the young fighter would prefer to forget. Especially the nightmares brought on from being pumped full of the psionic energy from the murderous dictator. He just wants to bask in the limelight and enjoy this moment before reality hits and then the return of the nightmares when he finally falls asleep.
"Yeah. Let's do this."
COMBATSYS: Quon has wandered into the fight here.
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And suddenly, a slow clap.
A figure approaches the two fighters, knocking aside the crowd that was around the arena. Dressed in a pair of boxers, and adorned with the Crown of Muay Thai, the Emperor of Muay Thai closes onto the arena. Clearing the barricades around it, he snatches a microphone out of a refree's hand, and after a ritualistic bow, he rolls onto the Arena.
Adon just sneers at the two fighters.
"SO! MISTER JONES! How BEMUSING it is to SEE YOU! TELL ME! I did not SEE YOU seeking ME OUT in the TOURNAMENT! But then again, who has SEEN your INSULTING TERRIBLE MOVIES! I would blame your ACTING ABILITY, if you had a ROLE that was MORE than FIVE MINUTES OF SCREEN TIME!"
The Emperor screeches with laughter, before turning towards Quon.
"But despite that, YOU! YOU! YOU SNIVELING little WHELP! Oh, is SAGAT'S PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY thinking he can be a HERO of CHINA! You are NOTHING! You are WORTHLESS! You are little more than VEGA'S PLAYTHING! You think you know the TRUE MEANING of SACRIFICE! I! ADON! THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI, and the TRUE HERO of the WAR, know just how LITTLE You have DONE to CONTRIBUTE!" The Emperor waves a hand behind him. "BEGONE, MISTER JONES! I supposed there is a FRIED CHICKEN COMMERCIAL where you can SQUANDER your TALENTS in. I! ADON! CHALLENGE YOU, QUON! TO A NEO DEVELOPMENT PROJECT FIGHT! And I PLACE YOUR HONOR ON THE LINE!"
"DO YOU ACCEPT!?"
From the judges booth, there seems to be an argument erupting.
HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!!
"What the hell?" Mister Jones and the crowd gasp at Adon's sudden appearance as he interrupts the fight and starts lobbing insults left and right. Johnny Jones breaks his fighting stance to stand up straight and furrow his eyebrows at the strange skinny man with the flat top hair do thing going on. "Uhh.." He's not sure what to say, why did he not challenge him in the NDP? Jones doesn't even know who this guy is! "Look bud, if you're a late addition to the roster or somethin' you're gonna hafta wait. I'm in the middle of something here."
Jones crosses his arms, quite miffed at some lunatic having the gall to come in and intrude on something important. This is a sanctioned match people! Normally he'd just slide out of the way and deal with the interloper himself, but this ain't no street scrap he's picking at random. Last thing he wants to do is ruin his reputation in front of the cameras by totally flipping out on someone who may probably be some deranged fan.
Unfortunately, Adon proves to have this...way with words, and it pierces the exterior funky cool aura of Jones.
"What?" His eyebrows raise. "Fried chicken..?"
"Fr-Fried chicken!?" Oh, now it's on! Jones stops the security guards that rush into the ring trying to remove Adon from the premises. "Oh no..you did not just say that to me, son!!"
The Groove Master points to Adon as he gets between the so called 'Emperor' of Muay Thai and Quon. "/I'm/ the NDP champion buddy! You wanna take any one you're gonna have to deal with me, chump! Imma make you eat them words, brush head!"
And then Adon shows his face. And Quon remains quiet. Adon insults one of his idols and he remains quiet seething as the Muay Thai kickboxer continues to mouth off. Insulting Jones' acting ability, the movies and Quon quietly seethes. He drops his stance completely.
And then Adon turns his words towards Quon. In those few moments, Adon practically face rolls /ALL/ of Quon's berserk buttons. Hero of China, Vega's Plaything, Sacrifice. It spits in the face of Quon's sacrifice of his dreams so that others may have theirs, it spits in the face of that one moment where Quon decided he'd rather die than continue to have Shadaloo constantly interfering in his life to the point where he actually even embraced death whole heartedly.
Quon turns red with rage. He opens his mouth in order to express all of his rage but nothing comes out at first.
There's a few moments of silence and then he lets his rage out in a roaring torrent of words, "I NEVER GAVE A DAMN ABOUT MEANINGLESS TITLES!!! I GOT INVOLVED IN THAT GOD DAMN WAR BECAUSE DEATH WAS BETTER THAN BEING A SLAVE TO MY FEARS! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT CHINA BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ME UNTIL FIGHTERS STARTED *bleep* BEATING THEM IN THE WAR AND I'M NOT ABOUT TAKE THIS *bleep* ABOUT YOU SACRIFICING ANYTHING WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW A GOD DAMN THING ABOUT WHAT I WENT THROUGH! NOT BEFORE! NOT DURING! AND NOT AFTER!"
And then Quon dashes toward Adon before going into a slide past Jones so he can get right up in Adon's face. "*bleep* your challenge. And *bleep* you!"
And then he performs a rapid fire series of snap kicks on the body of the Muay Thai kickboxer.
COMBATSYS: MrJones has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here in the center.
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COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Quon's Seven Dragon Tails.
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"SILENCE!"
Adon doesn't even turn around to look at Mister Jones as he responds. "If I wanted to face the CHAMPION of the LITTLE BOY LEAGUE, then I would have challenged you FIRST! NO! I have decided on QUON! Go and LOOK AT YOURSELF in the MIRROR as I DEAL WITH BUSINESS! You can WORK on your FEI LONG IMPRESSION THERE!" The Emperor was more worried about the better fighter, anyways. What he wanted to do was hurt Quon. Embarass him. Shame him. Not just because of Quon. But to lash out at Sagat.
And Quon takes the bait.
The words from Quon only draw further mirth from the Emperor. Biting his lip, he barely contains his glee. As Quon comes piling in, the Emperor throws up his guard, catching the series of snap kicks with his hands. Parrying the blows, one of the judges rushes from the table, waving his hands as he climbs up into the Arena.
"Stop the fight! Adon! This is illegal! You are not in the-"
WIth a single backhand, Adon knocks down the judge, sending him flying out of the arena. "I am the GOD of MUAY THAI! I decide WHAT IS and IS NOT within the rules! And this FIGHT is TRULY LEGAL!" Turning back to Quon, he sneers wildly."So the little child is throwing a tanty? TRULY Sagat has chosen his NEW WARD WISELY! You are nothing but a coward! Your FEARS? KYA HA HA! Any BABY can SCREAM when FACING HIS FEARS! You claim you care about nothing? I! ADON! THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI!"
"Think thou doth PROTEST to MUCH!"
The Emperor suddenly explodes forward, launching through the air with a single, flying knee. Blasting through the air at incredible speeds, he was showing the true power of his Muay Thai might. Capable of bowling over the Quon, he was intending true brutality against the boy. He hardly was paying attention to Mister Jones. Why should he?
The movie star was hardly any threat.
For a guy that prided himself on keeping his cool, Mister Jones has to admit that Adon has successfully, pissed him the hell off right now.
This is a man that shrugged off insults from people like Vyle and yet here Adon manages to press all of his bersker buttons in one swift go. Mocking his acting prowess, saying he's in the little boy's league /comparing him to Fei Long/. What most infuriates him is how he openly mocks Quon, right in front of him to make matters worse, causing the Groove Master to roll the sleeves of his jump suit. No more words from him are needed, smacking the judge out of the arena was the last straw. Jones gets ready, prepares to charge and--
"Holy *bleep*, Quon!?" Jonesy looks over his shoulder by the young man's barrage of anger, before he can properly to react to anything. Adon or otherwise, the Chinese boy shows his speed by dashing right underneath him and attacking Adon directly, already getting tangled with the vexing kick boxer.
Jones ain't one to do two on one fights, but this guy is pushing it! Johnny dashes to the side as Adon and Quon begin to scuffle and explodes forward with his right fist extended, aiming to cold clock him right in the temple!
COMBATSYS: Quon fails to interrupt Medium Kick from Adon with Crossing the Bridge.
-* CRITICAL FAIL! *-
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At this point Quon's being controlled by his rage and as a result, he's not seeing the defensive opportunities that normally he would've. Instead, all he can think of is landing something, anything to shut the Muay Thai kickboxer up. His rear foot is about burn gold with chi flame then he practically leaps into the knee.
His leap and Adon's own leap results in a painful collision with his baby makers ending up the casualty at the knee of the powerful Muay Thai.
The Chongquan fighter ends on the ground in a crumpled heap in the fetal position clutching his family jewels. Meanwhile the teeny bopper contingent are crying foul and throwing trash into the arena and at Adon. Especially at Adon.
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Adon with Retro Knuckle.
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Adon strikes Quon right in the jewels, he howls with bemusement. "KYA HA HA! Such TENDER BITS! No wonder you enjoy SAGAT! You take after his TINY! SAGGING! GENITALIA!" Screaming with laughter, he looms over the stunned Quon, raising up a heel to unleash a killing axe kick.
But then, Mister Jones comes to the rescue.
"JAGGA?!" Came the cry as Adon is caught blindsided by the blow. Caught in the temple, the emperor clutches his head, stumbling back. "GRAGH! YOU! You SNIVELING WASHED UP FOOL!" The Emperor seethes, pointing a finger directly at Mister Jones. "Why, LOOK AT YOU! You were DATED by the TIME I was a SMALL CHILD! WHAT ARE YOU CLINGING TOO? Your PITIFUL GLORY DAYS? Is this REALLY all you can GET to feel ALIVE? WHY! LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A GREAT EMPEROR LIKE ME IS ENJOYING, while YOU only GET the SCRAPS!"
Adon throws his hands in the air, howling about himself. "I! ADON! THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI! MAKE LOVE TO DOZENS OF WOMEN EACH NIGHT! EACH MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THE LAST! I drive SO MANY FAST CARS! JAGGAS! And after that, I FEAST LIKE A KING on the FINEST of FOOD and DRINK! I LIVE THE GREATEST LIFE ANY MAN CAN DREAM OF! And YOU! YOU! MISTER JONES! All you have is a pathetic credibility of a few movies? KYA HA HA! I! ADON! THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI! Could BANKROLL HIS OWN MOVIE! STAR IN IT! And still make MORE than what YOU have EARNED in your ENTIRE LIFE! AND YOU KNOW WHY?"
Adon suddenly launches towards Mister Jones, attempting jump on his shoulders. If successful, he will unleash a powerful, skull shattering punch right into the top of the head. But that will only be the beginning. He will grip tightly into the afro of the star. And jerking hard, pull off a tuft of the flawless hair. Before whispering into his ear.
"Because I am the GREATEST!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Adon's Fierce Punch.
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"I pity you, I really do."
It looks like Mister Jones got his groove back. A disapproving shade covered glare stares directly at Adon as his knuckles collide with the man's skull. His hand reaches up to /STOP/ Adon from grabbing his afro, not about to let any more people get a hold of that this week! Not after all the chumps that have gone for it at the NDP. Another hand goes up to catch the fist going directly at his skull so that he has both of Adon's hands occupied, staring directly to the mad kickboxer's eyes through his black shades.
"I dunno what beef you got with my boy Quon. But all your bragging tells me you ain't got zero self esteem. I'm Mister Jones brudda. I eat at Joe's Dinner, I drive up my old ass Mustang, and I've only loved one woman in my whole life. And...yet do you hear that?"
Jones pauses letting Adon take in the moment, it is clear what he's getting at if Adon stops talking about himself for just one second. The crowd is cheering for him and Quon, clamoring for their heroes to take down this usurper that has come to ruin a night that was supposed to be special for Quon. "You talk big, 'cause with an attitude like yours you ain't got nobody that can stand you, that's why you lash out and your expensive food, your gas guzzling car and your high class prostitutes ain't gonna fill that void you got on your soul, boy."
"Me? Imma keep my funk."
He reels his foot back.
"BUT IMMA LET YOU KEEP THIS!!"
And slams his knee right on Adon's gut!
As Adon continues to go on about the virtues of the vices in partakes in, Quon's wheels begin to turn. There's something to be said for clarity of thought brought on by immense pain. In one moment he realized that he's probably not going to hurt him in blind rage. It simply wasn't how he worked best. He worked best as a performer and putting on a show rather than being a mindless berserker. In fact mindless berserking was exactly why he will probably never pass along his DNA.(Quon's Player would like to know how anyone could take 41 damage to the groin in one shot and be able to pass along DNA)
Quon now that he was thinking clearer now began to realize that the more Adon talked, the more his own vulnerabilities showed. But before he could do that, he was going to pick himself off the ground. And considering how hard he got hit where he did, that's going to take a while. At least, he could mentally make a note of what things he could use. The mentions of Sagat, the little boy's league comment. And the fears comment.
Slowly Quon works himself to all fours and smiles. Meanwhile he's going to remain quiet and let Adon verbally dig his own grave so he can verbally kick the casket close throw the dirt down.
COMBATSYS: Quon gains composure.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Adon with Slide Double.
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No self esteem?
"WHAT!?" Came the scream as Adon's entire rant is turned on its head. "WHAT!" Is the cry as Adon releases Mister Jones. "WHAT!??!" Is the scream as Mister Jones slams that foot right into his gut.
And the cheers of the crowd surround him.
Adon stumbles, ripping his stomach, wincing in pain. "NO! NO! MY SOUL is the GREATEST SOUL of ALL! IT IS THE SOUL OF MUAY THAI! IT IS GREATER THAN SAGAT! IT IS STRONGER THAN SAGAT! IT IS... IT IS..." Adon pauses, straightening himself up, his eyes quivering. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! You think you can BEAT ME! I! ADON! THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI! Am the STRONGEST WARRIOR in the WORLD! And I don't need some TWO-BIT ACTOR to PROVE OTHERWISE!" Adon charges at Mister Jones, leaving Quon be for a moment. Charging Mister Jones, he attempts to grab him by the collar with both hands. If successful, he will just hammer his knee, and again and again into the man's groin...
Before shifting his hands to the afro, to try and rip out tuffs.
He WOULD deface him.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits MrJones with Jaguar Slam.
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An enraged Adon my be an Adon that leaves himself open, as proven when Jones slams his knee right on the guy's gut. It is also a double edged sword however, as an enraged Adon is and Adon that hits really freaking hard.
Even if he had already scored the moral victory by telling the mad kickboxer the truth of his vices and how he was not impressed by his trivial material possessions, Mister Jones is unable to defend himself properly as the Jaguar aficionado launches again for his hair and starts delivering vicious kicks to the groin!
Thankfully Jones makes a point of always wearing a jock strap after his fight with Eiserne.
"NGRR!!" Still, the blows are painful, and Johnny can't do much but grasp at Adon's iron like grip whilst trying to close his legs to block the knees coming at his funky bits. Somehow, there's still somewhat of a grin on his lips, even if it's a pained one.
"Hair pulling?"
"Groin kicking?"
"/THIS/ is what the Emperor of Muay Thai can do!?"
Suddenly, uppercut to the throat, aiming right for Adon's wind pipe!
"Don't make me laugh, brudda!"
There goes Adon with the mentions of Sagat his smile becomes larger and larger until he just can't take it anymore. He laughs. The laughter is quiet at first but it slowly builds growing louder. When the laughter is at its loudest, Quon finally works himself up to his feet standing fully upright as he makes it clear that he is laughing at Adon.
"Adon. Don't forget about me." He needed to get the Muay Thai kickboxer's attention back him for his plan to work. It also relied on him getting the ever loving crap kicked out of him but it was the price he was willing pay to put on a show and put the Jaguar in his place. "After all, I'm the reason you're here. Aren't I? There was supposedly a point to you showing up challenge me, right?"
"Eyes here, clown!"
And with that he throws a hard punch right at Adon's face.
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Adon with Gaudy Punch.
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COMBATSYS: Adon fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Quon with Rising Jaguar.
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The laughters.
Adon hears the laughter more so than the staunch stand of Mister Jones. He even ceases his assault, his body tensing up tightly. Flexing the whole of his body, Jones may notice that Adon wasn't looking at him. No, he was focused on Quon and his LAUGHTER. The Emperor saw that the laughter was only pointed at one thing.
Him.
Adon tries to roll with the uppercut to his throat. "GGRAAAGH" Was the growl as he stumbled away, heading right for Quon. He had it all calculated. He had it all planed. He didn't forget about Quon. But as he begins to lead up. "RISING JAGG-"
The Emperor is cut short by the punch to his face.
Curled up on the ground, the crowd begins to join in with Quon's laughter, the contagion spreading. The Emperor, nose bleeding, throat and gut burning, just lays there, curled up in a ball. He seethes from his position, rising up slowly. His scream is almost a whimper, a sob of a bully who just bit off more than he could chew.
"DON'T YOU LAUGH AT ME"
Johnny's knuckles once again land against a squishy target, he keeps his stance low, noticing how Quon gets back into the fray by launching an attack of his own towards the FALSE EMPEROR.
Johnny steps back, an eyebrow arching as he purposely does not get between the two fighters. This was Quon's test as well to see if he had grown as both a person and a warrior, and he does not disappoint the Groove Master. Jones smirks when the blow lands true and Adon is reduced to a whimpering mass of sobbing curses.
"Go home, boy." The Funky Fighter crosses his arms, that smooth cool shaded glare still looking down upon the manchild of a boxer. "There ain't nothing for you here but more humiliation."
COMBATSYS: MrJones gains composure.
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"You act like an amusing clown and so I laugh. I figured out exactly why you're here."
There a pause. For a moment before he begins laughing once more before he stands up straight. "Mr. Jones, no. I want him to stay. I want him to hit me as hard as he can muster and I want to stare him in the eye as he does so. He came here to break me so let's see him do it."
He steps forward to the whimpering Muay Thai kick boxer. And yes. This is all caught on video. "You get one shot at breaking me, Adon. Make it count."
COMBATSYS: Quon takes no action.
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Adon wasn't crying.
Emperors don't cry.
But Adon knew the eyes off the world were on him. Jeering him. Mocking him. Mister Jones told him to go home. Quon... Quon just kept laughing. And to that, Adon gradually, slowly rises up. Looking at Quon, his face was locked in a grin. But his entire body trembled with the fury of a Jaguar Scorned. ANd with that, he throws back his head, screaming. A scream of rage.
A scream of desperation.
"SO! YOU DARE CHALLENGE THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI? SAGAT! SAGAT! I KNOW YOU ARE WATCHING! I KNOW YOU ARE WATCHING YOUR PET!"Adon seems to turns to the cameras, challenging them. Baiting them. Raging at them before he directs his attention at Quon, his voice dropping to an uncharacteristically low growl. "You think this is funny boy? You think it is some kind of game? I will show you a game, Quon. You think you are strong to look me in the eye? No. I want you to look me in the eye. For every broken bone. For every drop of blood. For every. Single. Tear. That I will milk out of you. So when Sagat looks on the screen, and sees his pet, I want him to know it will be your blood on his hands."
"For Denying Me."
Adon begins to run down on the boy, his body burning with chi. The Emperor looked over only true, unbridled anger. And yet, despite his insult. He was smiling. First comes the punches, a flurry of single punches, double punches, and even elbow jabs. The punches degrade into flat slams of his limbs, hammering away wildly until the legs come. The knees, the kicks. The shin smashes. Adon was throwing the eight limbs of Muay Thai at Quon. To rip him apart. To drive him back to the edge of the arena. And there, he will seize him. And then he will begin to smash Quon against the post. Again and again.
He will not stop.
Mister Jones scowls when Quon gets up, only to taunt the Jaguar. So much for maturing as a man and a fighter. "Dang it Quon, don't try and hussle him! The dude needs help, not excuses to get into more scraps." Ah, but the damage is already done. No sooner had the young Chinese boy uttered his challenge Adon is already back up, /fueled/ by the taunts enough to earn everyone another storm of boasts.
Jonesy, alongside all the crowd probably, sigh miserably and almost go to cover their ears when Adon speaks, or rather, yells out, swearing up and down that he's the best and what not. It is a boast Adon is more than willing to back up with action, yet as the kickboxer charges at the boy roaring with insanity, Johnny Jones, World Hero and Champion of all that is Good, cannot bring himself to intervene.
He has proven that the Funk is stronger than the Jaguar.
Now it was time for Quon to prove he was stronger too.
COMBATSYS: MrJones focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Quon with Jaguar Varied Assault.
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And Quon doesn't move an inch from the initial attack not even bothering to defend against any portion of the attack and in fact he musters up greatest insult that he could in the face of Adon. He smiles and laughs even through the agonizing pain. This time not so much from amusement as psychological warfare. That's the battle he can win if he can't win the actual fight. He's slammed and struck and smashed into the posts and he looks on with a bloody smile.
His lips form into a shit-eating grin. "You know, you're right. Any baby can scream when facing their fears. But do you know what? I don't fear you. Because you aren't a killer. The fear I once had of Vega was legitimate. He wanted to kill me. He almost succeeded. You just want to break me down physically, demoralize me. And that's because you are the one who's afraid. You're afraid of the fact that you aren't as good as Sagat. You're afraid that Sagat saw potential in me that he didn't see in you. You're afraid that he might be right. So you come into this challenge me for a match in this 'little boy's league'... Your words, not mine. In an attempt to batter me."
Quon takes this moment to look directly at the nearest camera "Have to admit folks, that kinda smacks of hypocrisy doesn't it?"
He then looks at Adon once more. "You're afraid of seeing what kind of fighter I could become when given a chance to develop or else you wouldn't have used this desperate pathetic ploy to get at me. You've shown yourself so rediculously obsessed with Sagat that I'm pretty sure the audience may wonder if those women you love bragging so much about are beards. You act more like a jealous girlfriend than a fighter."
Most of his rant is stream of conscious so he doesn't get everything. He pauses for a moment realizing he didn't get everything. "Oh yeah and there's one more thing you're afraid of. You're afraid of all the heat that will get brought down on you if you did actually kill me. And my death is probably the only thing that will prevent me from becoming better fighter than you eventually. Right now. All I see is a chicken *bleep* little bitch that's afraid of finishing the job. So if you're finished wasting their time and mine. I'm out."
COMBATSYS: Quon takes no action.
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No.
Adon slams Quon, harder and harder. He doesn't stop throughout the entire speech. just he slam. Again. Again. Again.""BREAK!" The Emperor commands. "BREAK, YOU FOOL!" Adon finally stops he slamming, to look at Quon. To burn him with his withering gaze. "FEAR YOU? FEAR YOU!?!?!? I WILL KILL YOU! Do you know you have my life in your hands, boy? I could destroy SAGATS DREAMS if I broke you? I... I..." Adon entire body trembles, his pupils pinpricks, his veins bulging.
And he throws him out of the ring.
Adon grabs his face. He couldn't kill Quon. Breathing heavily, he staggers away from the edge. He was panicking. He couldn't do it. Gazing across the stage, he looked at Mister Jones. Desperate. Needing to win. He screams, terror replacing anger."YOU! YOU ARE THE CHAMPION OF THE NDP! YOU WILL FIGHT ME! FIGHT ME NOW!" Clumsily leaps into the air, raising a heel up high. Eyes shifting, his foot burns with chi energy as he hammers it down, unleashing the heel right for the other fighter.
"FIGHT ME!!!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones just-defends Adon's Jaguar Kick!
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No.
Denied.
Ain't gonna happen.
The Groove Master had witnessed the exchange between the Kickboxer and the Chinese boy. It was obvious that the two had a history of sorts, Mister Jones is a relative newcomer to the world of fighting and he is yet understanding the long rivalries of some of the veterans. But he's a sharp guy, it doesn't take him too long to realize that Adon acted the way he did because he was jealous. It was Envy and not Wrath, Greed or even Lust that motivated him.
When Quon declines his offer, nay his demand to fight him, he sees that hurt him far more than any other punch the boy could have ever delivered. Even if Adon thrashes the boy about, Jones refrains from stopping him, trusting Quon to do the right thing.
Now, without his prime target, Adon obviously goes for the next one on sight and attacks the Groove Master with a furious axe kick directly for the nogging.
Mister Jones stands still, arches an eyebrow and..
*BOING*
The kick bounces right off his afro, like if Adon had just tried to hit a trampoline.
"Oh, so now you want to fight me? I thought you weren't into challenging the little boy's league or whatever."
% Jones stifles a yawn. This fight is ruined as far as he's concerned and moves away from the ring to check up on Quon. "Sorry pal, but in the ring I fight real fighters, not cracked up lunatics. I got enough of those at Metro City." Mister Jones snorts a little and jumps off the ring to see if Quon is alright, but not without giving a last jab to Adon.
"You ain't even worth it."
COMBATSYS: MrJones takes no action.
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Blocked effortlessly.
Adon rebounds off of the afro, his gaze burning. "FIGHT ME! FIGHT ME!" He roars again. "Don't leave me! I am the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI! I AM THE GREATEST! I AM ADON! I! AM! ADON!" And to that, the actor turns his back on the Emperor, and leaves the ring. "NO! PLEASE DON'T! I ORDER YOU TO STAY!"
"I ORDER YOU TO STAY!"
The Emperor paces around the ring, a wild animal. Gazing unto the crowd, the cameras, he roars out, continuing to boil out. "CHALLENGE ME! CHALLLENGE ME! I AM THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI! I AM ADON! THE EMPEROR! I WILL TAKE ALL CHALLENGES!" No one takes him up. The Emperor keeps turning around. THe lights. THey were blinding him. The cameras. Everyone could see the Emperor now. Alone. Afraid. Forgotten. Adon collapses in the center ring, clutching his head. "I AM ADON! THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI!"
"I AM THE GREATEST WARRIOR IN THE WORLD!"
The cameras, the crowd, the lights, all were on Adon, but not for long. After a while of enduring Adon's mad ravings on how he was the best, the crowd slowly begins to trickle out of the arena. Medics rush to Quon's aid, taking the boy out on a stretcher and Mister Jones accompanies them, only giving a parting glance at Adon followed by a soft shake of his head.
After a few minutes, everyone is gone. With the match interrupted, the cameras and the lights are switched off and the crowd disperses leaving Adon kneeling by the center of the ring, still clutching his head.
Alone.
Log created on 19:56:12 04/15/2012 by Quon, and last modified on 12:50:13 04/16/2012.