Neo League 0087 - NL#0091: Rochelle vs Quon

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Description: Neo League prides themselves on being able to throw a match together on short notice. They bring together both Rochelle and Quon together to match staff vs fists. <Winner: Quon>

Neo League prides themselves on their ability to get everything and everyone they need in the locations they need them to be in order to have a fight televised on short notice from a network of camera crew and officials all over the world to a database of fighters and their schedules. It also makes it possible for crew to get together on ahort notice for those impromptu challenges.

Quon for his part receives his text after his final class for the day and he looks down. It looks like a potential opportunity to possibly wow prospective directors in either Hong Kong or Hollywood. He's given directions to meet his opponent under an overpass a fifteen minute walk away from the Southtown University campus. The variety of graffiti give the fight location a colorful back drop for the fight,

Cameras are set up and a few drones with cameras mounted give them angles they normally wouldn't have.

People of all ages close by gather to provide an audience for the festivities.

There's a low rev of a motorcycle around a corner, before a high pitched wail of a Ducati engine gunning accompanies a red crotch rocket blazing towards the scene of the fight. A woman with a black helmet rides on top, a gunmetal rod secured across her back. The motorcycle cruises up to the overpass and slows down as it approaches the people, the crowd parting before the bike comes to a halt and the rider flips out a kickstand with a boot, the boot possessing a chunky one inch heel. The rider cuts the engine and gets off, removing the helmet. She shakes her head about afterwards, a long red ponytail fluttering about as she puts the helmet atop the bike.

She moves beneath the overpass and removes the titanium rod from her back, thumbing a switch as she holds it at her side. It expands from either direction, telescoping out into a metal bo. She spins it about lazily, walking to the side as she waits for her opponent, moving to one side of the overpass and looking across the audience curiously at the people gathered. She offers them a sensuous smile, moving into the pose of an starlet actress and a natural sex icon.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle has started a fight here.

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Rochelle         0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Quon has joined the fight here.

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Quon             0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0         Rochelle

As he hears the sounds of the motorcycle, a smile forms on his face. Soon they'll be able to get this started. He's quiet as the rider eases through the crowd to a stop and then dismounts and prepares herself for battle.

The staff move in to move people back as needed and set up the barriers to serve as the boundaries. Even as they do that, Quon critiques his opponent's entrance.

"Shows up to the fight with a cool vehicle, check. Plays to audience with a bit of style, check. I've give your fight entrance an 8 out of 10."

The Chongquan fighter eases into a stance that on the surface looks like a hard style however, he's oddly bouncy considering that. Other than that bounce, he doesn't move in any aggressive manner until the offficial gives the signal to start. Then and only then does he dart forward with his forearm coming in at the collar bone level and then he steps around to catch the back of her leg with his own as he uses his palm in conjunction to trip his adversary down to the ground.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle blocks Quon's Wind Chases the Clouds.

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Quon             0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0         Rochelle

Rochelle's breathing syncs with Quon's as she stares at his chest and torso, before her blue eyes glide up to his. As he darts forward, she slips backwards onto her rear heel, and meets the forearm with her own, then twisting her wrist around with a downward shift of her lower center of gravity to grasp his with her fingers. As the leg catches hers, she trips down, but the palm is thrown off and she falls onto her back, attempting to pull Quon over her by his arm and into the ground on the other side. And then, she moves back to a standing position with a glide upwards, and shoves downwards with a jab from her bo at the back of Quon's shoulder while he's recovering.

COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Rochelle's Island Serpent.

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Quon             0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0         Rochelle

As he feels her fingers capturing his arm as she drops backwards, he knows what she's trying to achieve. The writing, much like the graffiti serving as the background for this fight, was on the wall. Quon's sense of self preservation kicks in and he goes along with it to an extent but instead drops into a shoulder roll before coming out of it on one knee as the jab with the staff comes in. He deflects it with his hand as he rises back to his feet.

When back in his stance, he darts back in close. He knows that staff will be problematic if she can keep him outside of his striking range. He delivers an elbow to the chin before following it with a closed fist backhand across the jaw.

COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Rochelle with Medium Punch.
Grazing Hit

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Quon             0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0         Rochelle

Rochelle backpedals as Quon slides out of the full import of her staff thrust, sensing an incoming attack. As he moves in, her eyes flick to the base of his throat to judge the incoming balance of the attack, before she moves to his elbow thrusting arm. She jerks backwards with a long step back, her left hand moving out spread fingered for balance, the elbow failing to find purchase. And as the backhand comes in, she spins about, feeling it rattle across her cheek but moving with the blow, pirouetting to the side with a spinning dance move, avoiding some of the force but still sporting a mark. Looking down and bent forward with her staff held diagonally at the side opposite Quon, she narrows her eyes.

"Looks like you're a jazz man. I prefer salsa."

She jumps forward at Quon, past him with a spin and holding her staff above him at a swinging feint over his head to distract him, before she lands with a low spin. She twirls about and swings her staff at her side behind her with a back torque, aiming to slam him in the backs of his knees with a hard jam sweep, the staff retreating immediately afterwards instead of following through, so she doesn't get stuck with a leverage she can't achieve with her muscle.

COMBATSYS: Quon parries Rochelle's Random Strike!!

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Quon             0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0         Rochelle

"Nah. I'm more of a techno guy."

He's not really given any more time to elaborate further because he suddenly has a staff wielder in his face again. While the feint did indeed distract Quon the way he reacted to it works against her. He drops his body lower as he then moves closer to regain the ground lost in reacting to the feint. It places him in the perfect position to smother her torquing swing of the staff to the back of the legs with a gentle shove to her shoulder before the attack can even begin.

That little shove wasn't damaging but it put her in his kicking range. A fact that he fully intended to take advantage of. He snapped out a rapid flurry of kicks that traveled so fast that to the gathered audience, it looked like his foot split into five and he was kicking five different locations all at the same time.

COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Rochelle with Seven Dragon Tails EX.

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Quon             1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0         Rochelle

Rochelle skews sideways as the push disrupts her swing of her staff, leaving her open to the flurry of kicks that strike her from her side, slamming into her ear, neck, under her shoulder, abdomen, and pelvis. She's sent flying across the road and rolls away as her staff is sent flying by her wildly waving arm. She rolls to an uneven crouch, feeling her body ache and scream in agony, a ragged breath being sucked in through her teeth. She stands, slowly, quivering, before she firms up her shoulders and flexes her body in a fluid undulation, forcing the pain away. She strafewalks while staring at Quon, bending down and picking up her staff.

"Techno is so dead it never started," she snarls, spinning her staff until she holds it before her in both hands, crosswise before her.

Rochelle sprints forward and jumps into the air, her leg glowing from the boot up her leather pants with crimson chi, as she unleashes a front kick at Quon with a charging leap that will send her nearly into the overpass wall if she misses him, likely smashing it with the force of the kick. Her bo is held across her as she attacks, just in case of a counter attack, or to put her in position for his next move.

COMBATSYS: Quon fails to interrupt Rapids Beneath Bridge from Rochelle with Moving the Mountain.

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Quon             1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0         Rochelle

What Quon had in mind was shifting forward so that he could stuff the force of the kick before she could fully extend it while he gathered aquatic chi into his hands as he tilts over and pushes both fists and chi into her and push her away. Where Quon's execution falls apart is in the footwork. He doesn't move quite enough to stuff her crimson chi engulfed attack and the finds himself flying towards the barrier causing it slide slightly.

As Quon works his way up to his feet, he mutters, "I didn't say anything about your music choices. Don't say anything about mine."

Rochelle lands from the attack, reversing the cross of her staff. She adjusts her footing with a edge that causes a gritty sliding sound to emerge from the friction between her motorcycle boots and the concrete, grinning at Quon's temporary distress. As he gets up, she swivels her bo around, before jamming it directly forward at the base of his solar plexus, aiming to jam her staff into his xyphoid process with a cruel sliding along her left hand with the force directed from her right, the bo sliding downwards with a fast, hard push.

"Were we talking about music?"

COMBATSYS: Rochelle successfully hits Quon with Crushing Strike.

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Quon             1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1         Rochelle

Quon makes the mistake of letting the staff slip through his guard and he's just slow enough that he can't quite get out of the way. The staff plows into him and the downward push sending him back down to the ground.

When Rochelle poses that question, it's crystal clear that she's trying to get under his skin and so he lets out a sigh and mutters, "Whatever..."

Once again, the college student works his way back to his feet but he doesn't stay there for long. He does something that appears contrary to the nature of the hard fighting style he's been using the entire fight. He snaps his foot upward to her chin as he performs a back walkover flipping himself up and over to his feet.

It was his hope that something flashy might bring the crowd into this fight and on his side.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle blocks Quon's Light Kick.

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Quon             1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1         Rochelle

Rochelle takes a step backwards after her blow hits, and as the foot flips towards her chin, she shifts about and stops it with her shoulder to force him away with a wave of her arm, hand releasing the bo, as he performs his move away. She grimly grins at Quon, spinning her bo on her left, offhand, before she slides it back into her right hand and opens both hands around it, one above and one below, fingers extended as she steps towards him.

"You step lively today, eh?"

Rochelle jumps forward with a bounce off the ground on her toes, aiming for an aerial climax in the air between them just forward of the equal dividend of the space between them, before she falls down at him with an attempt to pin Quon to the ground with her bo across his body and her pounced over him, straddling his stomach as she forces her bo staff across his throat. Her ruby red lips twist into a dark grin as her back briefly arches, before her shoulders arch forwards with an undulation of her flexible conditioning.

COMBATSYS: Quon instinctively blocks Rochelle's Pouncing Spider.

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Quon             1/--=====/=======|=------\-------\0         Rochelle

Rochelle, throughout this fight hasn't given the Chongquan prodigy time to think. She's been constantly been applying pressure and forcing him to lean on his instincts which luckily for him, his gut reactions for the most part have been serving him well. As Rochelle leaps towards him, his instincts tell him to step forward. And he does so catching the staff in his hands as the stick fighter comes from above with a slight grunt.

He then does something that seems counterintuitive at first when one considers that staff wielders are difficult deal with in their ideal range. He shoves her away and then he leaps at her with one foot extended and then he attempts to repeatedly stomp on her with alternating feet before shoving her away with his feet as he flips away from her.

COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Rochelle with Breaking the Shell.

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Quon             0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0         Rochelle

Rochelle is launched backwards and onto her back, kicking and sliding on her backside away from Quon as he leaps forward. She screams in pain as she's repeatedly stomped by the college student, her body jerking forward with each stomp of the gut or pelvis, before it's forced downwards. Her staff temporarily from her hands, she grunts and throws her head backwards, squeezing her eyes shut as she feels the pain of the fight and reels from pain, her hands clutching and balling into fists instead of going limp.

Rochelle's eyes snap open, and she grabs one of Quon's feet.

Rochelle shouts with a shriek of fury to push Quon off her and then grabs her bo, before jumping forward with an aerial kick glittering with crimson chi, before landing with a crouch and swing of her bo at Quon's collarbone, jamming it around and down into the delicate space just above the bone, in the gap there, to hit a nerve cluster with cold hard metal.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle successfully hits Quon with Glittering Monsoon.

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Quon             0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0         Rochelle

When Quon went to perform the shove with his feet, he realized something was wrong. His feet didn't push her as far away from him as he wanted and so instead of his controlled flip, he gets pushed into an uncontrolled spin and ends up getting caught in midair by a kick and eventually ending up on his back with nowhere to go when the chi enhanced bo strike catches him in a tender location on his neck and forces a pained cough out out of him

He fights his way back up to his feet and then launches himself forward into a front flip and extends his leg as aquatic chi gathers around his foot. Momentum, gravity, and his water chi all working together to smash his heel downwards upon the bo wielder's head.

COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Rochelle with Crossing the Bridge.
Grazing Hit

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Quon             1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1         Rochelle

Rochelle drops down into a mild duck after her bo strike hits, before taking a sliding move backwards and sinking to a knee as she feels her wounds catching up to her. As the front flip unleashes itself, she throws herself backwards, the foot sliding down her face against a bright aura of red chi that bursts around her, before she somersaults away from him. She comes to her feet, her cheek bruised from his heel, and turns her face to the side, spitting, before wiping it off her mouth in a decided unladylike gesture. Then, she looks at him, head tilted forward and a wide peel of her lips backwards revealing her immaculate teeth.

"Nearing the end of this soiree, eh?"

Rochelle leans left, then torques right with a hard swiveling pivot and leaps into the air, her leg lashing out with a flash of crimson chi along her boot as she aims to shove the sole right into Quon's face. She spins to the ground afterwards, landing in a three point crouch with her bo held behind her, one tip touching the ground and the other in the air. Her head is up, watching with intense purpose.

COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Rochelle's Moonlight Butterfly.

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Quon             1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1         Rochelle

"Looks like it."

The sole of the boot connect with his forearms as he brings them up to cover the face. The impact sends him sliding backwards with a slight grunt. It's getting dangerous and the Chongquan practitioner knows that he may have only one last shot at this since his body is pushing really close to its limits.

The beginning will look familiar. He's lashing out with that flurry of kicks that make him look as though he's simultaneously kicking five locations at once but then he switches legs and his foot goes even faster looking as though his foot was in seven different places at once and then kicking suddenly stops as he launches himself into a haymaker to drop the staff wielder to the ground.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle dodges Quon's Wild Dragon.

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Quon             0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1         Rochelle

Rochelle locks eyes with Quon as he moves in for the assault, ignoring the flow of his body and merely focusing on his soul, her subconscious moving for her as she moves into a deep Silat focus technique that she normally uses for mimicry. She backs away from the hailstorm of sharp kicks, sliding and gliding and shimmying away, juking here and there and occasionally dropping into a duck or a lean back. She does this seamlessly, and as the haymaker comes, she backflips away with her boot flying upwards to slap him in the fist and knock him off balance to give her time to complete the flip, before she lands some six and a half feet away, smirking.

"My turn," she says breathlessly, half necessity and half flirtation.

Rochelle sidle spins her staff between her hands as she approaches, before she unleashes herself with a trio of swiping staff blows moving upwards, bouncing left and right, before a pair of jabs are unleashed at either of Quon's shoulders, then a jam down into her stomach, before the staff is swung upwards into an uppercut as she charges forward so it moves into his throat first. And as she moves forward, she turns about with the staff producing a high pitched scream through the air, and finishes the movement with the staff sent at the side of Quon's ankle, her back partially to him. She leaps away and to her fore, performing a one handed stand and flipping to face him, staff held to the side with part of it along her arm and behind her, the other half sitting on the asphalt at her side.

COMBATSYS: Quon just-defends Rochelle's Fibonacci Sequence!

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Quon             0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0         Rochelle

The aspiring action star steps forward, meeting strike after strike with calm redirects and evasions. As he gets into the groove, his breathing improves, his body feels lighter and the pain from the earlier parts of the fight don't feel nearly as bad. Then he stares at his opponent waiting for him.

He takes to the air and darts in as he delivers an aerial kick. Should he hit her or completely miss and hit the ground, he'll flip away as he engages in hit and run tactics.

COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Rochelle with Eagle Catches Mouse.

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Quon             0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0         Rochelle

Rochelle takes the aerial kick directly to the face, her head jamming to the side with a high pitched squealch. She staggers to the side, her staff slipping from her hands as her head reels with foggy dizziness. As he flips away, she charges forward, swinging around with the back of her forearm, pulling her wrist upwards as a blade of red chi lights up along the leather jacket she wears over her upper body. After the snapping spin pivot, she shifts about and falls to a knee, feeling the force from the kick deepen, before she falls to the side and then onto her back.

Rochelle's head lolls to the side, as she coughs and lays on her back, disabled.

COMBATSYS: Rochelle can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Quon parries Rochelle's Power Surge!!

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As Rochelle charges towards him, the Chongquan prodigy charges forward in turn trying to get inside of her last ditch attack. His movement is aggressive as his shirt sleeve gets singed by the crimson blade as she is so dangerously close actually harming him. His hip clips hers throwing off the path of her attack just slightly allowing him to remain safely in the eye of the storm.

His is raised as if he was about to throw another strike but then he watches as she drops to her knee and eventually completely to the ground. The fight is over and he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. After a few moments, he reaches down to extend a hand towards her to help her up if she looks capable of being assisted to her feet. If not, he'll step back and let the medical staff take over.

Rochelle reaches up feebly, before she clasps Quon's wrist instead of his hand, allowing him to clasp her wrist. She pulls herself to her feet, gracelessly and gingerly, before she exhales. "Good fight, buck." She turns around and drags her boots towards her bo staff, bending forward to pick it up and shift her thumb over the button in the middle. It telescopes back into the middle, and she slides it into the holster on her back. She limps back to her motorcycle and slips the helmet on, before she climbs aboard, a bodily wince present as she feels the side that got battered by a flurry of kicks earlier. She revs the bike back on and kicks the stand out, before she puts one leg down to turn it about, and then tucks her legs up and accelerates out of the ring, down the street from whence she came.

Log created on 13:20:14 10/18/2016 by Quon, and last modified on 22:38:51 10/18/2016.