Golden Angel 2018 - Golden Angel R1 - Quon vs Alexis

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Description: As part of the Golden Angel tournament Alexis and Quon are set to square off. Each opt to not wear the sunscreen for different reasons. This brutal showdown to determine who has the most potential star power. [Winner: Alexis]

"I am not putting that @#$% on my skin."

It's a surprisingly warm and sunny day for this time of year in Southtown, as if the gods, Mother Nature and the Illuminati conspired to provide ideal weather for the Golden Angel tournament's opening matches. Unsurprisingly, the clement weather has done nothing to lift the mood of Canada's second most obnoxious musical phenomenon.

"Come on, Lexi. This is a great opportunity for a sponsorship - wait, no, a Golden Opportunity! Get it? Eh?" A scruffy young man in a Hawaiian shirt with a name tag that says 'Steve' on it jabs an elbow at the air some inches away from Alexis' ribs. The pair stand beneath a large red beach umbrella near the dressing area for the tournament.

"If I were stupid enough to not get that joke, I -might- be stupid enough to rub some artificial mystery goo all over myself and -"

"I don't get it," a currently snow-white-haired Kim 'Penetrable' Steele says as she walks up. Both of the others turn to reply, stop, and stare.

Swirling patterns of every colour of the rainbow cover the girl's one-piece swimsuit, the edges replete with hot pink trim, as if some terminally mad artist had given up the brush, swallowed every paint on their palette, and vomited it onto a canvas.

In her hand is a tube of Golden Angel lotion.

"Forget it," Alexis says sharply, before turning to walk off to the dressing rooms. "I'll just wear my old swimsuit."

Steve turns back to Kim, one eyebrow raised incredulously. "Is that what that stuff turned into when you put it on?" he asks with bemusement.

"What? Oh, no, I just brought this over in case Lexi wanted it. I made my swimsuit myself. Do you like it?" Kim asks.

"It's..." Steve's eyes narrow as the clockwork in his brain churns to produce an appropriate response. Then, beaming like the sun, he declares: "Totally awesome!"


Thus, Alexis arrives at the scene of her upcoming battle, the center of the water park arena, wrapped in a towel (a poolside precaution the pale Canadian shares with vampires). Across her back is a guitar that appears to be a blue electric guitar, different from her usual cherry red one, perhaps of some revolutionary waterproof design (or, more plausibly, one that she won't mind getting ruined).

A confident smile crosses her features as she spots camera crew and fans off to one side. With one deft motion, she whips the towel away, tossing it to the crowd as she proudly displays her Maple Leaf bikini-clad body for the fans. A cheer rises from the throng. And then, a voice pipes up:

"Hey, isn't that the same swimsuit she wore last year?"

A hush falls over the crowd, followed by an awkward murmur at this poolside fashion faux pas.

"Dammit, Kim, did you have to point that out?!" Alexis shouts, over her shoulder as she hugs her arms across her chest in a vain attempt at backpedalling modesty.

"I was just making sure!" Kim chirps.

Deflating like a punctured water wing, Alexis steps forward into the central space, a circle deck for sunbathers with furniture rearranged to create an open space for combat surrounded by a moat-like mini-pool. "Alright. Let's see if the practice has paid off," Alexis mutters under her breath as she flexes her fingers.

COMBATSYS: Alexis has started a fight here.

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Alexis           0/-------/-------|

Quon, for his part, decided to first try the lotion in private to see what he'd get and deciding if he was good with it, purchasing the closest thing he could to that design. If he didn't like it, he still has other swimtrunks he could wear. The result ended up being a men's racing swimshorts in black with a blue stylized water like splash design confined to a striped area on each side of his thighs. It was a design he liked though he didn't want to risk it being washed off. Especially considering he utilizes water chi.

When Quon arrives, it's bare chested, wearing black real racing swimshorts with that blue aquatic design confined to the bars on his thigh with a towel draped around his neck and barefooted. His towel is flung to one of the chairs as he moves closer to Alexis.

He takes a few moments both get used to the racing shorts and warm up and stretch before bowing and taking his stance. He takes a breath and waits for the official to start the fight.

COMBATSYS: Quon has joined the fight here.

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Quon             0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0           Alexis

While Quon is limbering up, Alexis does the same, though her stretching is rather languid, her arms raising over head and then back behind her. She turns a scowl toward the official wearing a SYFI shirt, who's currently busy talking into a headset, perhaps doing a mic check of some kind.

"Let's hurry it up before the sunscreen dries up and I spontaneously combust," she complains, before facing back toward Quon, sizing him up with her eyes. "So, what are you gonna ask for if you win? I mean, in the theoretical world where you didn't have to face me," she says, a faint buzz coming from her hands as she raises them into a grappler's guard.

The crowd starts to cheer as the official steps forward and raises his hands in a beckoning gesture. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the first round of the Golden Angel tournament, brought to you by Golden Angel Lotion and the Southtown Youth Fighters Initiative! For this match in the center stage, we have up-and-coming fighters, Alexis Lovell and Quon Chen!"

"Up and coming?! I'm an established badass! I beat a World Champion!" Alexis sputters with disbelief. "Don't put me on the same level as some guy I haven't even seen on FightTube!"

Wisely ignoring Alexis, the announcer continues: "This is not an elimination match! However, the first to knock out their opponent will earn a point toward qualifying for the tournament finals! Who will win in this clash of angels and move one step closer to becoming the Golden Angel champion?? We'll find out in three... two... one... FIGHT!"

Already moving on the count of one, Alexis steps forward on her right foot and swings the left leg up and around, spinning and lifting her left foot high. The arc of the axe kick is accompanied by a melodic sound like a single note of a flute, but should her heel descend successfully upon Quon, the resulting noise, much like the impact of the kick itself, would be a thing of much lesser grace and much more pain.

COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Alexis' Hammer-On.

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Quon             0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0           Alexis

In Quon's case, he probably shouldn't be considered an up and coming fighter but a fighter languishing in obscurity due to the demands of his University course load. He just hasn't had time to build his profile beyond a few Neo League fights and that one fight on World Star Hip Hop of him repelling a would be darkstalker mugger..

He doesn't respond to his opponent in words she's already dismissed him before the first strike was thrown. He has determined that when he's done today, the world will know his name.

The moment the announcer starts the fight, He sees the Canadian move in and raising her leg raising his eyebrow at the sound her foot makes as it rises and falls. Beautiful at first but discordant upon impact with raised forearms. He immediately retaliates, performing a series of rapid fire snap kicks to the legs, body, and the face.

COMBATSYS: Alexis blocks Quon's Seven Dragon Tails.

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Quon             0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0           Alexis

The impact of her foot against Quon's forearms sends Alexis momentarily off-balance, opening her up to Quon's counter-offensive. As the kicks come low, Alexis twists and braces so that they connect with the thicker and flatter part of her left leg, then raises her left arm to block the kicks to her middle. When one foot comes flying at her face, she lifts both hands to catch and deflect it back toward the ground.

"You're pretty fast, eh?" she remarks even as she uncoils back in the opposite direction, aiming the humming point of her elbow at Quon's midsection to try and throw him off-guard with a shot to the ribs. The strike is immediately followed up with an attempt to grab Quon by the arm, pull back and send him to the ground with a hip toss.

COMBATSYS: Quon interrupts Charged Combo from Alexis with Moving the Mountain.

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Quon             0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0           Alexis

As Alexis shoves his foot down and away from her face, the Chongquan prodigy spins with the shove and using it to reposition himself to move a half a step forward so he can maintain the pressure he was applying when he delivered the kick barrage.

She remarks on his speed but never quite gives a chance to respond verbally before a humming elbow is sent towards his midsection. Physically is a different situation altogether. He turns his body to the side causing the elbow to glance off of his stomach as he simultaneously delivers a dual palm strike to the abdomen bolstered by aquatic chi(he's careful to avoid the bikini just in case she's using the lotion)

When he gets back into his stance, he lets his lips curl upwards just a tiny bit as he finally responds, "I do alright for myself in the speed department."

Her words are a feint, her mind already two steps ahead of them. To her misfortune, her body is caught between them, the irony becoming truth as Quon's palms intervene between her body and mind, leaving one skidding across the ground in a splash of chi and the other in a momentary tailspin. As mind and body reconvene, Alexis pushes herself up on her elbows and looks down at her battered and spattered stomach, before stating with dull bemusement: "I'm all wet."

Two blinks and a scowl later, Alexis is scrambling up to her feet. "Water? You control water and we're fighting in a water park?! How is that fair?!"

To be fair (or is it unfair?), there have been plenty of times when the sound-sculpting fighter has been found fighting her opponents in anything from rock shows to screaming arenas. Her tune changes, though, when a thought makes her smirk as she spins around, her guitar in her hands by the time she's facing Quon again moments later. "Actually, I'm pretty sure sound waves gets stronger in water! Let's find out!"

"Lexi, no!" Kim cries out in horror from the sideline, squeezing her pina colada in a double-handed white-knuckle grip. "Don't you know? Water beats rock!"

Her friend's warning is drowned out as Alexis strikes an open C chord on her guitar and focuses her intent, a visible ripple of force issues forth, travelling through the air at high velocity toward Quon.

COMBATSYS: Quon instinctively blocks Alexis' Power Chord.

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Quon             0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0           Alexis

To be honest, if one were to ask the prodigy if he ever expected to have someone rock his brains out in a fight, he'd look at them as if they were crazy but here we are. The note is struck on her guitar and Quon doesn't think. He suddenly just goes from the unusually light footed stance to sinking his feet into the ground as he covers his ears with his hands and turns so that the impact of the sonic ripple hits him on his shoulder and side rather than a direct hit.

The sonic energy dissipates and he readjusts his stance.

"That was quite a guitar solo."

He doesn't say any thing else as he punches body a couple of times before coming across the jaw with a hook.

COMBATSYS: Alexis endures Quon's Medium Punch.

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

Alexis runs one hand back through her hair as the singular sound wave leaves the pools of water around the pair rippling and the ears of the live audience ringing. "Ha! You ain't seen nothin' ye-"

Before Alexis can finish quoting a Canadian single twice as old as she is, Quon is already coming back in with the punches, which takes the smirk right off of Lexi's lips. The guitar makes it harder to mount a proper defense, and she only has time to sling it back around before the first two blows hammer home.

"Fuu-" Her cursing is violently censored by the punch to the jaw, which causes Alexis to lurch backward. As she does, though, she reaches out to try and grab Quon by both shoulders and use him to pull her back close - an act of aggression more than self-preservation, as it soon becomes evident that she intends to smack her own head into Quon's. Should it work, she'll then try and use the opening and maintain her grip to force Quon's head down, double him over and pin his head between her thighs, tie his arms in a double underhook, then kick her legs out and use her weight to drop him face-first into the ground with a sound wave like a live amplifier being crushed.

COMBATSYS: Quon full-parries Alexis' Drop D EX!!

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Quon             1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1           Alexis

The Canadian manages to catch the Hong Kong fighter by the shoulder but as she does so, he works his hands inside of her grapple to perform an improvised clinch that probably has more in common with Muay Thai than Chongquan but desperate times call for desperate measures. When Alexis goes for the headbutt, Quon uses the clinch to guide the headbutt away from him. Unfortunately, that still leaves him close enough for her to pull his head down and double him over. He shoots his hands out for her hips in a bid to keep her from positioning his head between her legs to perform the face plant on him. He then steps around her allowing him to not only slip out of the grip but to move behind her.

Potential pain avoided, he smiles for the cameras and for the fans before imitating James Avery's character Uncle Phil and if he can get a grip on both a thigh and a shoulder, tossing her like she's a bikini clad, DJ Jazzy Jeff.

It's not a perfect facsimile. Less clothes make it harder to perform.

COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Alexis with Fool Goes Flying EX.

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Quon             1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2           Alexis

Once again, the sequence in Alexis' mind is interrupted as it plays out in the physical, leaving her exposed to Quon's hands as he grabs her from behind and gives her the heave-ho. Her arms flail for the duration of her brief flight before she crashes into the ground on her stomach. Coughing for the air knocked out of her by her landing, the musical combatant pushes herself up on her hands and knees.

"I'm going to get you back for that one," she says as she rolls back to her feet, wiping some imagined dust off her front as she recovers her breath.

The crowd are cheering for the smiling Quon and his deft handling of the Canadian fighter. A sidelong glance toward the audience from Alexis precedes a smirk. A faint tremor runs through the ground, emanating out from her as the noise in Alexis' vicinity distorts from applause to pure cacophony. Her guitar unslings into her hands and she runs her fingers along the neck, nails scratching the strings. Though there's not the same outburst of energy as before, the aural 'aura' around her continues to grow louder. "Come on and get it, waterboy!"

COMBATSYS: Alexis surges with the power of rock!

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Quon             1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2           Alexis

The Chongquan prodigy settles back into his stance as Alexis gets back up to her feet feeling no need to attack her while she's down. It's not like this is a life or death struggle. It's just a tournament and he wants to put on a show.

"I welcome it. After all, 'I ain't see nothin' yet.'"

Quon doesn't say any more but with the way she become a sound generator it probably would be difficult for anyone to hear him anyway. Instead, he attempts to let his action speak louder than words by rushing towards the rocker and stopping short as he somersaults forward and at the apex, extends a foot trailed by aquatic chi in a bid to slam his heel down upon the rocker.

If she wants him bring it, he certainly will.

COMBATSYS: Alexis interrupts Crossing the Bridge from Quon with Tribute to Townshend.

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Quon             2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>------\1           Alexis

As her left hand dithers at the neck of her instrument, Alexis' right hand drops down to the base of the guitar's body. With Quon bearing down on her, the girl's fingers perform a minor act of sleight of hand. And as he descends, she twists her body, back turning to take the brunt of the kick, erupting in a spray of aquatic chi as the strap of the guitar whips loose, freeing the instrument of sonic destruction to turn into her grip.

Clutching the guitar's neck with both hands as if she were gripping the haft of an axe, she follows through with her twisting motion. The back of the guitar's body is brought fully to bear on Quon while he's still in the air, and all of the sonic tension in the air around Alexis is focused and released in an explosion of musical might.

Alexis staggers with the follow-through, panting as she ends up dropping to a knee and planting the instrument against the ground to steady herself from falling forward. In spite of the moment of success, she's still covered in scrapes and bruises on her upper body and arms.

Quon's ideal display of his style would be a significant amount of both flash and substance. Mostly so that he could draw attention to skills for the purposes of being an action star. The problem here is he's a significant amount of flash and not nearly enough substance. As he comes down, he doesn't even see the guitar coming until it's too late, and it smashes his rib cage. His body is sent into a wild spin before skidding into a group of chairs, initially pushed aside to clear room for this match, now bowled over by Quon's body.


Not exactly profound or charismatic but there's only so much charisma one can immediately muster up after getting bashed like that. He slowly works his way back to his feet takes a pained breath and then he's suddenly in the air diving down foot first upon Alexis' head delivering several stomps on her head with alternating feet before pushing her away with his feet as he flips off of her.

COMBATSYS: Alexis Toughs Out Quon's Breaking the Shell!

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Quon             0/-------/<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>--\1           Alexis

Alexis is still on her knees when Quon's shadow falls over her once more. Her eyes squeeze shut as she realises the inevitability of the assault to come. Kick upon kick rains down on her head, driving her further and further down toward the ground. Her face tightens with pain as she clings to her guitar. Her grip breaks, her hands fall palms down and her instrument clatters to the ground. Her arms tremble as Quon flips away, barely holding her from a total collapse.

And then, as his weight leaves her, she raises her battered head and opens her eyes. Her arms stop trembling as the muscles go taut. And then she launches herself, screaming like a bikini-clad banshee, from her crouch, animalistic in her manner and fury as she flies toward Quon while he's still airborne.

Quon doesn't deserve to be speared out of the air onto hard concrete. He doesn't deserve to have his face beaten, blow after ringing blow, like some sort of human xylophone at the hands of a furious child.

Sometimes, though, bad things happen to good people - and right now, Alexis is a very bad thing. If Quon doesn't want that bad thing to happen to him, he'll have to be fast.

COMBATSYS: Alexis successfully hits Quon with Beatdown in Three Four EX.

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Quon             1/--<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0           Alexis

Bad things indeed happen to him. While in the air, he's helpless. He hadn't kicked off of her far enough to position himself to land in a way that he could evade or defend in any suitable fashion. His body folds in half as he gets driven into the ground and that's when the beat down happens. Blow after blow connects with his face as his face begins to swell up from all the shots he was taking. In fact, it's at this point that he can forget about any acting gigs in the near future unless it's as a foot model.

He slowly gets up to his feet. His body wobbles to and fro as he struggles to remain upright and with a focusing breath, he forces himself to have a few moments steadiness and clarity as he moves into kick range. It starts similar to how he began this fight. A series of rapid fire snap kicks randomly moving between head, body, and leg. After a certain point, it looks like five legs all attacking her at once. Then he switches legs gradually picking up speed until the kick barrage culminates in a wild haymaker that regardless of whether or not it lands, will carry him face first to the ground.

COMBATSYS: Quon can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Alexis blocks Quon's Wild Dragon.

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Alexis rolls off of Quon as her wroth is spent, deep, heaving breaths rocking her form as she pushes herself up to her feet. Her ears are still ringing from the outburst, such that she doesn't hear as Quon gets shakily up to his feet. It's only at the last moment that she notices the eyes of the onlookers rising to follow the man behind her. She whirls around just in time to get an arm up to deflect the first snap kick, causing her to stumble backward. Her hands move rapidly to catch the kicks, many slipping her guard and striking her shoulders and shins and sides. The effort pushes her to the absolute brink of her endurance, and finally, one particular kick manages to strike her in the ribs, causing her eyes to go wide. She doubles over defenseless as the haymaker flies at her face - and then brushes through her hair as she falls forward and under it.

COMBATSYS: Alexis takes no action.

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COMBATSYS: Alexis has reached second wind!

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Alexis           0/-------/---====|

As Quon falls to the ground, so does Alexis, and it looks as if someone may have to review the rule of Double Knockouts in the Golden Angel Tournament - but then, her palms hit the ground and her fingers splay. Her face bounces off of the ground, but it doesn't fall back to the hard surface to rest, instead hovering inches above. Rolling over as the knockout count begins, she takes some precious seconds to suck in air before pushing herself unsteadily back to her feet.


The sounds of the world around her still blend formlessly together as Alexis tries to gather her bearings. Something erupts; she can't tell if it's booing or cheering. She hears her name, as if through water, and then falls back to her knees. She looks down at Quon. "How many feet do you /have/, eh?"

COMBATSYS: Alexis has ended the fight here.

Log created on 18:58:42 01/11/2018 by Quon, and last modified on 13:37:43 01/16/2018.