Neo League 1001 - #1001: Adon vs Feng

Description: Adon vs. Kenpo, Rd. 2! The former Emperor of Muay Thai finds himself facing a familiar style, where Feng Wei ventures out into the wide world of fighting, each one taking the other to the limit both physically as well as in the realm of arrogance. (Draw)

The Noise Factory. 8 PM.

The party was barely thumping, the night life taking the colors of the bored and the grey. A lazy Wednesday night, where people just meet, greet, and drink. Tired, slow. Hardly worth much for your night about town.

Except, of course, the fighting event.

The ring side is alive with the fighting fans, the pseudo-regulars that picked up with the Dragon's Tournament. As the four-post ring stands tall, however, where the ring is, it was clear that this was no Trial of the Dragon. This was a Neo-League Match, between the infamous Adon, and the upstart Feng. In the far corner, as the roars of the crowd come, Adon sits in the corner alone, dressed in his blue boxers of Muay Thai. Limbs bound, the former Emperor sulks darkly, his face twisted in a grin. Staring across the bend, the Emperor simply sits. Smiles. Sneers.

And looks across the way at his opponent.

It was a weird thing. Feng didn't exactly go out of his way to seek the league. He was, in a manner of speaking, recruited.

Mind, his 'handlers', those interests who tend to retain the brutal kenpo fighter's services, leant on him to join up, after someone caught wind of his abilities. Not above the board, mind, considering the questionable legality of citing such actions, but the approach was there nonetheless.

And not that he needed much convincing. The camera and limelight were not his concern...but a list a mile wide of supposedly worthy fighters that he could temper himself against? Now that, that was all that needed to be said. And so, Feng Wei stood here, in this den of flashing light, pounding noise, and...a man whose hairstyle resembled a roosters in more ways than one.

"<Muay Thai...>" he notes to himself under his breath in his native tongue....before his limited english comes to bear. "I wished to challenge Muay Thai many times. Sagat is known well even in secluded China."

His stance comes down, left fist in front of his right, aggressive posture for an aggressive man as his bracers jangle. "I wonder how long it takes for the God Fist to break you."

Feng was unknown to Adon.

Which for the Emperor, meant easy prey.

Adon inspected the figure. Much like Gato, he was well built. Arrogant. Grim. Gato struck like a truck, yes. But Adon was used to power. He had adapted his technique to brutes. Licking his chops, he inspected the man. Chinese, judging by the accent. And a mysterious name...
"The God FIst?"

"KYA HA HA!" Was the cackle from Adon, as he rose up to a stand. Coming to the defensive stance of Muay Thai, he balances on one leg, the remaining three limbs up high to defense. "Such arrogance. Such FOOLISHNESS. The GOD FIST?! What an utterly RIDICULOUS NAME! Perhaps someone of such MEDIOCORE TALENT needs to EMBELLISH his TITLE with such OVERCOMPENSATING NAMES! Do you even THINK for a moment that your frail art can CRACK the UNBREAKABLE SHELL of MUAY THAI? I! ADON! THE JAGUAR OF MUAY THAI!"


Narrowed eyes focused on the rather....loud man. His stance was unmoving, save for the natural rhythms of his body as he breathed. He lets Adon finish boasting of himself in that...high volume manner he is so known for. The only expression on him was a scowl. Until it was his turn to speak, once Adon finished.

"Your voice is as big as your name is small. You speak as if you are Sagat himself. I have no use for men who just talk." Apparently, Feng is...unaware of Adon's fame. Or his relationship toward Sagat. All he knows is he sees a man with a big voice and a big ego. You know, the kind that get easily taken down a peg. And as for his mockery of the name of the God Fist?

Well...Feng had an ego too. But as for words? He let his body speak for him. Even in this highly regulated atmosphere, he wasn't going to hold back anything. And once the League Referee signals the start of the match? Feng was in motion, taking a running start toward Adon before leaping and swiping one leg across toward the Jaguar's chin, as if trying to slap him across the face with his foot.

COMBATSYS: Feng has started a fight here.

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Feng             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here.

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Adon             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Feng

COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Feng's Light Kick.

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Adon             0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0             Feng

Adon's bark was never nearly as strong as his bite.

Standing ready, he was practically urging the powerful fighter to lunge in, to tear into him. He wanted a taste of that power. And as the tipsy crowd roars, Adon gets that sip of the legendary God FIst. Adon was waiting, and for a moment, it was as if Feng was cleaving across his face.

But the blow is caught with a forearm.

"Really? You dare belitte MY NAME? A NOBODY like you? What is this, the legendary GOD's HEEL?" Adon's sinister, snarking tone simply boils forth, again and again. However the power behind the kick was real. His arm swelling, he shoves off the strike, face twisted up in a sneer. "Truly, you are the master of many arts. Perhaps when you make LOVE to a WILD BEARCAT, you use the LEGENDARY GOD PENIS, to PENETRATE the BEAST with your ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE?"


Adon returns with bone snapping force, hurling out a hand. Snapping a fist towards Feng's face, Adon then follows up with a second smash with the right. A quick one-two combination, to test the man's guard. To try him.

To find whether Feng's own bite was worth any barking.

COMBATSYS: Feng blocks Adon's Medium Punch.

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Adon             0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0             Feng

With Feng's sidewhipping kick blocked with Adon's forearm, the God Fist disciple quickly dropped back into stance, not wasting time, and not rising to the sinister snark that Adon tries to overwhelm him with. There's maybe the barest twitch of Feng's features at his persistent LOUDNESS, but the kenpo artist is otherwise unmoved by words.

The punch that follows? That moves him, one hand sliding underneath Adon's arm, while the other caught the balled up fist aimed straight for the Chinese man's face. A good thing with the first arm, as the follow up right is intercepted with a palm driving it aside, the sting of his other palm marking what might have happened if not for that rigid defense. "Hrmph..."

Mind, he could have played it a little safer, but this left Feng close enough to to a range where he was comfortable. Sure, his hand was stinging now, but for a master of the God Fist, the entire body was undo a fist itself. Something Feng quickly tries to demonstrate as he turns his body aside, using that minimal distance left between him and Adon for an opportunity to slam shoulder, back, and elbow straight into the core of the former Emperor of Muay Thai. "HWOAAAAHHH!"

COMBATSYS: Adon parries Feng's Iron Mountain!

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Adon             0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0             Feng

Perhaps this dog was worth his salt.

Adon's combination was stopped cold, blocked with utter caution. Adon's eyes flare up hungerly. "Bah! So you can AVOID a FEW PUNCHES with the SIMPERING MIGHT of your GOD BLOCK?" The Muay Thai Master jeers. "You fight like that fool, GATO. Another Kenpo coward? PERHAPS you are just like Hotaru. Nothing more than a MEWLING CHILD BEGGING for the UTTER POWER of my MUAY THAI MIGHT!" Whether the warrior hears him does not matter. Feng might think by surging in with bursts of explosive power, he can catch the fallen Emperor.

But unfortunately for Feng, Adon was the master of close quarters.

The shoulder and elbow slam touches the open palms of Adon. The Fallen Emperor barely clings to the fighter as he scampers up the form. Attempting to grip the neck of the fighter, he will swing hard, swing fast. Screaming loudly, he ROARS into Feng's ear. "YOU'RE TOO SLOW!" Was the cry as he was whipping around the neck of the Chinese Martial Artist. Wrenching hard, he will kick off the guy, flipping clean off off the warrior. Utter speed. Utter agility.

And cruel, unyielding power.

COMBATSYS: Feng blocks Adon's Jaguar Throw EX.

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Adon             0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0             Feng

So this man wasn't simply all mewling like a kitten in heat. That's what goes through Feng's mind as Adon manages to catch his Iron Mountain before it can bowl him over like it has so many others. A tch comes through the kenpo artist's teeth before he's gripped by the neck. As the Jaguar tries to swimg him around through the air by that grip, the deceptive disciple manages to wrench himself free before that kick-off can happen, turning his neck with some strain as he tries to settle back into his usual aggressive stance.

And for all of Adon's talk, it seems like the intense man is uneffected. Or maybe he's just gone deaf from the constant screaming in his ear, but either way, he doesn't seem moved by the blather. In fact, it seems like he's comfortable enough to do his own taunting, sliding back a step before going into a horse stance, hands turned with two fingers up, and thumbs hooked. It almost looks like a training focus exercise he's bothering to do in the middle of a fight...but looks can be deceiving. And one with Adon's experience should recognize a growing tenseness in Feng's entire body as he does that ritual...

COMBATSYS: Feng focuses his rage for a single strike!

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Adon             0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0             Feng

So far, the God Fist was more defense than offense for Adon

Taking to the air, he had not brought the man to his knees yet. Certainly, his power was not yielding. ANd ultimately, his stationary stance meant that Adon would not be bringing him down any time soon. But as he focuses with that obscene ritual, that mocking tenseness, Adon gets a feral edge to him. Feng might thing the Fallen EMperor would give him an opportunity.

But Adon never allows respite

As Feng begins to build to his moment, the Fallen Emperor is already screaming back towards him upon the fall. As Feng focuses on his ritual, Adon himself focuses on seizing the moment... and the man. Attempting to land on his shoulders, the former Emperor will simply try to flip himself over the shoulders to go back to back with Feng, and in a single, deft motion, attempt to hurl him across the ring... and face first into one of the corner posts.


COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Feng with Jaguar Carry.

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Adon             0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0             Feng

The ritual finishes, the muscles within the kenpo artist's body carrying a rather dangerous edge to them suddenly, if one were perceptive enough to notice. Whatever sort of purpose that stance had, it did its job. Unfortunately, it also left a rather gaping opening for Adon to try and pursue.

And pursue he does, pouncing upon Feng just as he's about to return to stance. His brow narrows and teeth clench at the rather unorthodox grab, before the skill of the former Emperor sends Feng sailing back into one of the turnbuckles, head first.

Falling down into the corner, arms draped temporarily across the ropes, it seems like the ritual was just hubris on the man's part. Rising up, the braided man shakes his head free of the haze caused by that impact. But that tenseness is still there....and like a taut rubber band, it snaps forward as Feng closes the distance with one long step with his left before he drives forward with his right. A hard, pistoning punch slams forward toward Adon's stomach...and then another step forward with his right. The kenpo artist's body fully extends with another step of the same foot, right arm with full extension as well as his fist opens up, thrusting forward with an almost impossibly forceful full palm strike toward the exact same spot. Those who saw his disruption of the Kyokugen demonstration might recognize the attack, but not by the important name this technique holds:

The God Fist.

COMBATSYS: Feng successfully hits Adon with Empowered God Fist EX.

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Adon             1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1             Feng

No rest for the wicked.

Adon smashes the fighter to the corner, a wicked grin over his face. "KYA HA HA! YESSSS!" Was the scream as lands the throw. Standing tall, he swaggers towards Feng. "Is that IT!? You ROLL like a TYPICAL KENPO FOOL! Are you GATO'S BROTHER? Perhaps you are instead related to HOTARU? Really, I might be able to TELL THE DIFFERENCE based on you SOBBING like a CHILD... or whether your breath REEKS of the SWEAT of a MAN!" Arrogant, he steps forward, ready to knock aside the next explosive punch.

And then he experiences the God Fist.

Adon takes the blow right for the stomach. And then, the second blow. Adon had only felt such power when face Sagat in the ring. The raw force, the raw hate, the raw... power. It was simple raw power. The fallen Emperor is sent hurtling through the air, smashing across the ring into the corner post. The post is obliterated, sending Adon over the edge of the ring. For a moment, there is silence, the crowd gasping in awe. Adon gradually pulls himself over the edge, back bleeding and bruised, mouth oozing life fluid. But the grin was not gone. And back at Feng, he howls.

"Is that ALL!?"

Adon shrieks with laughter, rubbing the blood from his mouth. "Truly, this is what you were BRAGGING about? GATO could strike harder. SAGAT could strike harder. Your PRIDE is in an ATTACK that you strike so long to BUILD UP INTO? Perhaps you have not FACED the NON-STOP ASSAULT of MUAY THAI! Allow me, then, to SHOW YOU!" The Fallen Emperor picks up speed, hurling himself towards the man. He was fast, there was no doubt in that. Attempting to take to the air again, Adon will try to keep the attack towards Feng's face and body. Tossing himself with a high-speed Muay Thai knee, he will simply try to plow that knee hard into Feng's face, before latching on to his skull. Grabbing into a clinch, he will then wrench Feng to the ground, trying to begin the relentless offense that will hopefully tear down the unbreakable wall.

Before he could build to another terrible attack.

COMBATSYS: Feng endures Adon's Combo Grapple.

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Adon             0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1             Feng

Pulling his arm back from the full powered extension of the God Fist, Feng Wei settled back into that aggressive forward stance, eyes focused heatedly on the corner of the ring that Adon blew through after the force of the kenpo artist's attack. "Do you see now the force standing?" he says, slightly clipped English trying to convey the haughtiness of the disciple's intent.

When Adon rises back from the floor, laughiing desipte the blood along his chin, Feng simply sneers. "The kitten still mewls, pretending it's a Lion...." he sneers. This time, however, his defenses do not rise....instead, he stands his ground, even as the knee plows into his face. Reeling back a step, he's latched onto and slammed down to the ground hard, bringing the supposed Iron Wall he represented down.

"Are you done speaking?" comes the voice, seemingly as level and condescending as ever as he rises up. Sure, he took a nasty blow from that knee...but here, he's close enough to simply rise up and push his back and shoulder up into Adon's torso, hopefully hard enough to lift him up into the air. It's as if to say 'My Turn' as he tries to toss the former Emperor into the air high enough that he can twist, turn his body around fully, and adopt a rigid, unmoving posture, hands together at the heels, waiting for the 'Jaguar' to crash down onto the peak fo the mountain.

COMBATSYS: Adon endures Feng's Pau Lau Impaler.

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Adon             1/---====/=======|==-----\-------\0             Feng

Break Adon's Haughtiness?

Not as lofty as a goal as the Fallen Emperor would make. He had been broken many times before, and would be broken many times again. And yet, as he hurls the full force of the slam into the man, he laps up the pain. He was in a frenzy, he could shake off those mere insults against him. He did not need Sagat. He did not need the crown. He was simply Adon. But as Adon rises...

He is thrown up to the air.

Rising high up, he doesn't even recognize the move as an attack. Body tensing, he slams hard into the crown of the martial artist. Ribs breaking, another burst of blood comes, rolling down his maw. And yet, he chokes out his return. "DONE!?"

"I am just getting WARMED UP!"

The Jaguar of Muay Thai springs into action, building to an ecatasy of vigor. Failing for fall down from the man, he simply clings on. Dropping to the front, he piles knee after knee into the poor man's stomach, hurling a frenzy of assaults to tear apart the man's abodemn and groin with a frenzy of knees.... before trying to slam him into the ground a third time.

But it would not end there.

Taking to the air after the slam attempt, he would flip over. Heel burning with chi energy, he would then finish the brutal assault by driving that heel deep and hard between the eyes of the martial artist. To break him. Hurt him.

Shatter him asunder.


COMBATSYS: Adon blitzes into action and acts again!

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Adon             0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0             Feng

COMBATSYS: Feng endures Adon's Jaguar Slam.

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Adon             1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0             Feng

COMBATSYS: Feng interrupts Jaguar Kick from Adon with Scorpion Sting.

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Adon             1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1             Feng

The Pau Lau Impaler: as unorthodox a move as it is brutal. After all, it takes a special type of brutality to crash someone's ribs against your skull, and the requirements not to break your own neck are severalfold. So it's to Feng's testament that he can do so with ease...but with that unexpected part of his arsenal, there is a rather stark drawback:

The opponent drops back down well within arms' reach. So if they can recover swiftly enough, like Adon does, the follow up can be just as brutal in return. And for Feng's arrogance, assured it would be the final blow of the match, he was not prepared for Adon's furious retaliation. His body was solid, but against knee after crashing knee, even he couldn't avoid buckling.

Then again, as fast as it was, perhaps it was as calculated a decision in his part t simply absorb the assault, brutal as it was, for the same reason Adon was able to get the drop on him: slammed down, he was still within reach. Perhaps not arm's reach. But as Adon took to the air and somersaulted down at him, he still had the reach of another set of limbs to rely on.

So when the Jaguar Kick crashes down, the former Emperor finds Feng coming to his feet, then suddenly throwing himself over, one foot still planted and the other arching from behind and up, an unorthodox take on an already unorthodox technique of the Scorpion Kick. Whatever it's called, the overhead arching kick meets the Muay Thai fighter's face just as the heel crashes down into Feng's back, sending him sprawling back down onto the ground. "HHHHHHNNGHHHH!!"

And then comes Adon's riproaring offense.

Surging into Feng was the full Muay Thai might of Adon's viscious combination. An assault that, if it was not for Feng's focus, would have likely brought the man down. But as he endures the initally attack, he chooses wisely to stop the final kick. As the overhead kick comes, Feng responds with his own overhead kicks, spiking the Fallen Emperor hard to the ground, nearly breaking through the floor of the ring.

But Adon wasn't done yet.

Back possibly shattered, Adon is already rising back up. Eyes mad, jaw slack, and body bleeding, broken, and bruised, he was hurling himself up with a knee. A Risnig Jaguar? The second knee will come, whether or not Feng comes with it...

COMBATSYS: Adon can no longer fight.

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Feng             1/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Feng with Jaguar Avalanche.

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Feng             0/-------/-======|

And then, Adon bursts alive with energy.

The second knee is followed by a flip, another Jaguar Kick unleashed as Adon hurls down his heel. Not to spike Feng down, no, but to let Adon adjust. Mounting on the man's back, he begins to hammer away blindly into the top of his skull. The laughter comes, but it is hollow, utterly empty. It is here, the Chinese Master can feel it. He can most likely sense it, the most terrible, alien force of all.

Adon was actually unconscious right now.

By the time the final hurls comes, Adon was sleepwalking. He had lived Muay Thai. He had breathed and eaten Muay Thai. And as it was clear now, he could even sleep Muay Thai. The assault ends after the final slam downwards, as Adon rockets to the ground after Feng with a flying kick. Adon doesn't bounce off of the kick. He does not recover. His muscles have no memory after the infamous Jaguar Thousand. Adon simply collapses in a heap, on top of Feng.

Still wearing that twisted smile on that wicked face.

He won't admit it, but Feng was definitely hurt by that last assault. He perhaps underestimated just how fiercely swarming the muay thai fighter could be when he wanted to be. The Scorpion Sting intercepting him? That was a calculated decision, as he didn't quite believe he could survive that blow if he didn't disrupt Adon's own oncoming attack. Stepping back, he brings his stance back, hoping it's the end.

So when Adon rises, the scowl on Feng's face deepens all the more, and before he can put him back down and keep him down, the Jaguar flies at him with a knee. The God Fist disciple steeled his body as much as possible, but even that doesn't keep him from being lifted up by the second knee. And before long, Adon is swarming him again, a frustrated scream from the kenpo artist as elbow after elbow crashes down onto the crown of his head. And even weaponized as it is, it can't survive the repeated slamming.

By the time he's slammed back down into the ground, Feng himself is out cold as well, the repeated head trauma leaving him unconscious before he even hits the mat with that thundering crash...and insult to injury, the former disciple of Sagat ends up fallen right on top of him too....

COMBATSYS: Feng takes no action.

COMBATSYS: Feng can no longer fight.

Log created on 21:03:31 07/18/2012 by Feng, and last modified on 01:19:42 07/20/2012.