Neo League 0120 - NL#0137: Chet vs Quon

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Description: Neo League once again brings together two competitors for a bout to see who will make it to the tournament of 8 at the end of the season. Quon Chen takes on a man known Chet, one of the point leaders in the league in a brutal, back and forth battle. (Winner: Chet)

After a brutal loss to Abigail, Chet had to spend some time in the Illuminati's top level medical facilities, where the world's best (and least ethical) surgeons put together Chet's face and knit his bones. After medical technology stolen from NESTS and Shadaloo and other top-level terror organizations was applied, Chet was ready for another match.

It's low tide and the sunset breeze gently sweeps along the Pacific island. Sand washes along the low tide beach, over the stones of the fight circle and past Chet's feet. He's dressed in his typical fare, an unusual dancer's outfight with a high belt for martial arts, and thin rubber crepe soled shoes designed for dextrous foot maneuevers and kicks. In the process of playing with the cuffs of his long white coat, he waits for his foe, deep in contemplation.

COMBATSYS: Chet has started a fight here.

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Chet             0/-------/-------|

Quon on the otherhand has been inactive since his draw with Koto aka Mega Dragon Fighter J-Dragon. Not because of injury but because of the work load in school. He ended having some time free due to the holidays and so he took advantage and made himself available to the Neo League match makers resulting in this all expense paid trip to this island to fight one of the top ranked competitors in the league.

When he makes his way to the area cleared out for fighting it's in aqua colored shorts with bare feet and bare chest due to not wanting to ruin his clothes in the sand. He nods in acknowledgement to his opponent.

"Sorry I was late. Getting here from my hotel was complete hell."

COMBATSYS: Quon has joined the fight here.

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Quon             0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0             Chet

"It's alright. You are here now."

Chet raises his hands, pointing his palms at Quon as he cranes them upwards, fingers curled gently, before he moves into a gentle rhythm on his feet.

Sun setting between them past the island, Chet tilts his chin downwards, observing Quon carefully. There is very little information in the Illuminati database about Quon, as he is strictly in professional fights; at least, as far as things the Illuminati would notice goes. Chet will have to play carefully, until he sees the proper strategy to defeat the Chongquan practicioner.

Chet approaches Quon with a smile, walking with his hands forward, not making a rush or a sudden attack.

And then, he turns about, launching a side kick at Quon, aiming at his rival's chin, Chet's arm rising up as he silently executes the move.

COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Chet's Evasive Kick.

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Quon             0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0             Chet

Other than that one mugging attempt by a darkstalker that got caught on World Star Hip Hop, and a handful of fights in underground fight halls, Quon has mainly kept his fighting constrained to the professional fighting world. College had been the main reason he hadn't really done much of anything to particularly get the Illuminati's attention which was probably for the best.

As Chet moves forward, Quon slides into his stance which looks like the stance of a hard fighting style, however he seems unusually light on his feet for a Chongquan practitioner. When the kick comes, moves forward and to the side as he raises arm to intercept the side kick.

Chet's attack had put Quon in a position where he needed to chase after the Illuminati fighter and so he skips forward before delivering a rapid fire series of snap kicks that travel so quickly that it looks like his feet are in three different places at the same time to the untrained eye.

COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Chet with Seven Dragon Tails.

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Quon             0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0             Chet

Chet's leg shifts to the side as it is countered, and he takes the flurry of kicks to the face, chest, and stomach, nearly falling as he backpedals sidelong while attempting to get his leg down from his own blocked strike.

Chet turns around from the series of blows, having made his determination. Doing a quick spin turn to face Quon again, his smile is gone. Quon has speed trained, and he performs efficiency maneuvers in his basic movements. That means Chet is going to have to perform various disabling techniques to core positions, one by one, to disable as many comfort axes as possible. If he can slow Quon down, he can begin to deliver crucial blows to the breadbasket, to inhibit both breathing and induce fatigue toxins via nervous system complaint.

Chet steps forward with his right foot and ducks his head, right arm held back, before he swings his arm around with a fist coming down at Quon's neck/collar/shoulder, a sudden smash intended on severing the conditioning of tendons between trunk and shoulder.

COMBATSYS: Quon fails to interrupt Fist Pivot Adjust ES from Chet with Crossing the Bridge.

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Quon             0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0             Chet

As soon as Quon's foot touches down, he steps forward to continue applying pressure. He drew the figurative first blood but he wanted more. He however gets greedy and pays for it. The step forward places his foot on an abandoned toy shovel tripping him so he goes forward instead of upward as he attempts to flip forward and bringing tidal wave of aquatic chi along with his heel with similar intent as the smash that Chet had intended and successfully utilizes on him.

Instead of the trunk being severed, Quon receives the smash on his back sending him face first to the ground. The pain he's feeling hurts just as much, but there aren't as many long term implications as what he would've received had he not tripped.

With Quon on the ground, Chet can turn and step over him, standing on either side of his body.

Chet braces his left hand on Quon's shoulder, before he plants his hand downward, with a hard punch into Quon's middle back, to the right, aiming at the last two ribs.

"You have already erred greatly, Mister Quon."

COMBATSYS: Quon blocks Chet's Chest Pound Punch ES.

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

As he hears Chet shift step over him, Quon quickly rolls onto his back just as that hand makes contact with his shoulder. When the punch comes down, Quon brings up his forearms to cover up and take the impact there instead of the ribs. It was not the most ideal of positions but Quon was still talented enough he could possibly get himself out of this predicament if he could avoid any more mistakes.

Quon placed foot on Chet's hip. This wasn't to harm but rather prevent forward or downward momentum that would be required to mount him. The next two things he does however are utilized to both secure his escape and put some hurting on the Illuminati member. He hooks one of his arms around the foot of Chet. As he does that, Quon kicks upwards to Chet's face with the one foot not occupied by being placed on Chet's hip. With the up kick delivered from the prone position he rolls backwards and on to his feet. In an ideal world, that act of rolling backwards while his arm hooked around Chet's foot will allow him take his foot from under him and deposit Chet on his back while Quon gets away and back to a stand up game.

COMBATSYS: Chet counters Combo Grapple from Quon with Gripping Crush Claw ES.

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

Chet's hand snaps out to catch the up kick, leaning back against the hooked hip and twisting his foot into the sand fighting pit to shift against being flipped to the ground.

With a grin, he twists the leg around to force Quon onto his side, turning aside the foot on his hip so he'll have to release.

Then, Chet's fingers digging into the foot, he inserts both thumbs with his locking hands into the sole of the foot, applying pressure to the tendon joint within the sole in a harsh, cruel manner, before he releases with a push.

He backs away, letting Quon return to his feet, knowing that he's prepared to begin working on Quon's gut.

Everything that could possibly go wrong, does. As he feels his foot slip off of Chet's hip, he instantly realizes he's in for a world of pain and there's not a thing he can do about it. Not only that, he can see the sadistic smile on Chet's face as he works that pressure point. Just as he's about to tap out, he's released putting him in position that he pretty much has to continue the fight now.

Now that he's allowed to return to his feet, he doesn't go in. Pressure tactics aren't working something has to change so he decides to hang back and reset his mindset to see if he can return to a flow state.

COMBATSYS: Quon gains composure.

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

Chet lowers his left hand, palm to the ground, his right hand pointing the bent base of his open hand at Quon, arm crooked.

"Please do not surrender, Quon. You would waste my talents."

He jumps forward and lands on his right leg, before his left whips out with a hard kick aimed at Quon's side, flying in from the side to sneak under his arm.

COMBATSYS: Quon full-parries Chet's Spin Kick!!

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Quon             1/-======/=======|=======\==-----\1             Chet

As Chet jumps forward, Quon likewise moves forward guided more by instinct than actual strategy. The foot doesn't sneak under Quon's arm but instead, he pushes it downwards as he suddenly takes to the air and then descends downward with a foot extended to deliver a kick to the head. That however is only the beginning. He proceeds to stomp on his opponent's head repeatedly, alternating feet to deliver each one before shoving the Illuminati fighter with both feet as he flips away.

It's only when he lands that he responds to his opponent's. "You took that option away from me."

COMBATSYS: Chet blocks Quon's Breaking the Shell EX.

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

Chet crosses his arms above his head, taking a step back to brace himself beneath the flurry of kicks, before he throws his arms apart as Quon disengages and Chet takes a long, hard breath, his arms sore.

He adjusts his cuffs, the breeze kicking up his honey-white hair.

"Soon, I will take much more."

He charges forward and then thrusts downwards with his hand, his fingers straight as he delivers a hard finger thrust, aimed at Quon's zyphoid process, the bone at the base of his sternum.

COMBATSYS: Chet successfully hits Quon with Fanged Finger Thrust.

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

With the flip away, Quon put a lot of distance between himself and Chet. Enough that he would in theory be able to see what would be coming next. The problem was, just because he saw it coming didn't mean he would be able to do anything about it. Just as he registers that the attack is coming, he hesitates and it's in that hesitation that he gets caught by the finger thrust which in turn sends him stumbling backwards in agony.

He struggles to get his feet back under him for a few moments before he gets back into his stance. He takes a deep breath and launches himself at Chet delivering a punch that in theory should launch him upwards. If that initial punch should connect, he will demonstrate the move that he would've performed had he not tripped on the lost shovel earlier in the fight. He flips forward as a tidal wave of aquatic chi forms around his foot as he brings it down upon him smashing him face first towards the ground. After that, he will proceed to add a little bit of flavor by performing a front flip with a half twist and landing in a stomp on Chet's back before performing a back flip away.

Fighting has always been about the performance for him and he was determined to not lose this fight without showing off his athleticism and showing his potential as an action star.

COMBATSYS: Chet fails to counter Dropping the Bridge from Quon with Rising Lever Kick.

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Quon             0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0             Chet

Chet is punched back and upwards, his hair snapping about his head as he's flung off the ground. He spins and is sent into the ground by the next kick, before the stomp on his back drives him into the ground while he attempts to get up.

He begins crawling away, his back shocked and temporarily nonresponsive. One of his legs pulls forward as a knee driving him along, the other leg struggling to reassert itself.

Quon's lips curl into a smile.

"Were it up to you, you would've made sure /my/ talents would've gone to waste."

Quon moves towards the grounded Illuminati and grabs him by both the collar of his coat and the waist of his slacks and attempts to hoist Chet away as he tries to emulate the Uncle Phil toss from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

COMBATSYS: Chet dodges Quon's Fool Goes Flying.

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Quon             0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0             Chet

Chet finds himself hoisted up, and plants his hand on Quon's shoulder as he's thrown away.

The placement of his hand allows him to roll to the ground and turn about standing, facing Quon. Chet's hands out, knuckles facing Quon and palms down, he frowns pensively.

"Perhaps your talents lay in the performance, rather than the art. I am not a powerful man, but I work for powerful men. Is there anything I can offer you?"

Chet steps in and launches his leg at Quon's stomach, turning about to face away as his heel goes jamming at navel, before he turns about as the kick retreats.

COMBATSYS: Quon dodges Chet's Heel Kick.

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Quon             0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0             Chet

The Hong Kong born fighter does something that's not exactly textbook Chongquan but more shows off his talent as an improvisor picking up where the training, aborted before it could reach completion, left off. He moves forward as he spins around the kick and moving side by side with the recoiling kick.

If he can manage to be quick enough, he will hook his foot behind Chet's and with some assistance from his palm placed upon the Illuminati's chest will trip him down to the ground.

"Nope. Not interested. You made a horrible first impression."

COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Chet with Quick Throw.

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Quon             0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0             Chet

Chet is flipped to the ground, his kick failing.

He rolls onto his back, smiling up at Quon.

"Teenagers, eh. Always looking for the direct. A true raw talent stumbles into stardom."

He flips to his feet and delivers a devastating kick from his side, aimed at Quon's stomach, with a switching thrust from a turn.

"That means the kid used his subconscious."

COMBATSYS: Chet successfully hits Quon with Astral Magnificence Kick ES.

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

Quon is instantly folded by the kick to his stomach as he collapses to the ground on his knees. After a few seconds he climbs to his feet. He's unsteady and looks like he's about to crash to the ground any moment. He forces himself focus for a moment. He just needs to deliver one last series of attacks before he will allow himself to fall to the ground.

Chet will recognize the beginning. It's that rapid fire series of kicks he delivered early on in the fight. His foot moving so fast that it looked like he was attacking with three feet all at once, but then he picks up speed. Three feet become five. He then suddenly switches feet to deliver more kicks and after a few moments five feet become seven to those watching from the audience or TV who can't quite keep up with his level of speed. That level of speed isn't sustainable even in the best of conditions. He's about to collapse so the kicking finally ends as he throws himself fist first at Chet's jaw before ultimately falling face first to the ground.

COMBATSYS: Quon can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Chet blocks Quon's Wild Dragon.

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Chet gestures Quon forward, lips grim and tight, in a show of faint, upcurled bemusement.

Chet begins to move his arms in sync with the rapid movements, eyes locked with Quon's as a method of prediction.

Every kick is blocked with his hands, moving backwards very, very slowly, battered by the lightning kicks. He grimaces, teeth clenched, as he slaps his hands about throughout the flurry of kicks, before the final thrust at his jaw earns a sidestep.

Chet bends forward, hands on his knees, huffing.

COMBATSYS: Chet has ended the fight here.

Log created on 19:45:53 12/02/2018 by Quon, and last modified on 21:15:23 01/05/2019.