Welcoming Committee (Fei Long)

[Adrian]

As Adrian's bum-rush was diverted, and the sudden quick exchange of punches and blows happened, the end result was that Fei Long would be on the ground, and Adrian, gasping for breath, was still on his feet. But he wouldn't be for long. As Fei Long fell on his back, Adrian also fell, but only to his knees. He turned to his right as he did so, so that he would land right next to where Fei Long was.

As the boy landed, Adrian's left hand would press itself into the boy's chest, trying to keep from any more acrobatic tricks. His right hand, meanwhile, would be slinging forward, socking him in the face again, a hooking punch across the jaw. Adrian would continue to press the offensive until Fei Long quit or was unconscious. That is, if he could last much longer. This fight, while he would never publicly admit it, was taking quite the toll on him. He was running on pure adrenaline at this point, it felt like.

[Fei Long]

Fei Long fell onto his back, exhaling out to prevent the air from being knocked out of him as well as tucking in his chin to prevent his head from hittin the ground. Just as Fei Long began his motion to sit up, Adrian was one step ahead, pinning him down with his left arm. It held enough weight to keep him from immediately squirming out, but luckily it wasn't compressing his lungs all that bad.

Fei Long immediately brought his right hand to the top of Adrian's left hand. Grabbing the index finger, Fei Long would peel back harshly on the finger, almost surely breaking the digit with all the pressure Adrian had on the rest of his hand. With a broken finger, Adrian was almost as at much of a disadvantage as Fei Long now. A sprained ankle prevented a good deal of his mobility, but with a broken finger a proper fist couldn't be made either, which would be the biggest hassle of a boxer.

Still, there was the matter of the hook incoming towards his jaw. Reaching out with his left hand, Fei Long would attempt to palm and grab Adrian's bicep. Attempting to halt it at the source to prevent a good build up of momentum, Fei Long would probably not stop it altogether, but obstruct the motion enough to decrease the power significantly. Assuming Adrian let go after the index finger break, Fei Long would sit up still holding the bicep with his left hand as his right would wrap around Adrian's throat. If Adrian hadn't let go to make this possible, Fei Long would do the same thing to the next finger, and so on, breaking every digit til he did let go, and proceed with the following.

[Adrian]

With a loud *POP*, Adrian's index finger had been broken. Adrian cried out in pain and rage, intensifying his punch as a result. Even with Fei Long holding it as he did, it would still get through just enough to make the boy think twice about breaking another finger. Adrian's left hand would lift off the boy, who would sit up, holding back the punch with one hand and using his right to reach out and choke Adrian. The blond boy gritted his teeth, glaring at the Chinese boy who seemed to have him in an impossible situation.

Despite it, Adrian would continue fighting on. His right hand, held back from Fei Long's face by his bicep, would instead reach over and grab the Chinese boy's right hand by the wrist. Using nothing but his strength, he would pull the hand further away from his throat. Instead of simply removing the hand, something Adrian didn't figure he would be able to easily do, Adrian simply moved his head forward, closing the distance between the two boy's faces, until he was close enough that he could swing his left forearm into Fei Long's throat, sending both boys falling back down. Fei Long would land on his back, Adrian would be holding himself precariously over top of him. Adrian's weight was mostly being held up by the hand around his throat, and what wasn't being held up was being pushed down onto Fei Long's.

"I'll survive this..... just admit I WIN!" Adrian roared/choked out at the boy below him. He wasn't sure if that was true or not, or even if Fei Long was the type to buy a bluff, but he was much too prideful to ever go down not fighting.

[Fei Long]

Piss.

The hook would still have enough power to turn Fei Long's head to the right, forcing him to shake his head to clear his vision just before he sat up. Somehow, the two fighters had become entangled with one another, and while Adrian had the larger size, Fei Long still believed his slipperyness and speed gave him the advantage.

Then again, Fei Long always believed he had the advantage.

As he sat up, Adrian would move his right hand over to Fei Long's right wrist. No longer immediately concerned with the hammers that were Adrian's fists, Fei Long would let go of the bicep, snaking his arm under and over the outside of the limb. At this point, Adrian began to thrust himself forward, Fei Long having just enough time to react to turn his head to the left, tucking his chin down so the forearm would push him down at the jaw, rather than the throat.

On the way down, Fei Long's recently freed up left hand would swing across in a hooking motion with a leopard fist, the middle knuckles aiming for the right temple of Adrian's. Immediately after it would connect, Fei Long's head would be pushed into the dirt, forcing an exhale out of him as he felt the pain from that as well.

"So..." Fei Long began to say in reply, talking out the right side of his mouth as the left side was being pushed into the ground.

"...Are you paying me cash or credit?"

Fei Long mouthed his own refusal to quit, still holding Adrian up at his throat to prevent all the body weight from pushing down into him. Just for good measure, Fei Long would swing his leopard fist around again, though not as well placed, catching the temple if lucky but likely hitting around the cheekbone.

[Adrian]

Adrian's attack, as usual, did not work out quite as planned. Regardless, he had put Fei Long in an uncomfortable position, at the very least. From here, he could keep himself just enough at bay that he wouldn't be choked. When Fei Long attempted another punch, he assumed Adrian's hand would be inable to retaliate or block. While the cocky youth would be right in assuming that, he would be wrong to assume that it was a guaranteed attack.

When the punch came in, Adrian would swing his right elbow up and into the incoming forearm, knocking it away, twisting his head and upper body to get a wider range of motion. This would serve the dual purpose of helping to block the punch, and would also cause Adrian's left forearm to smash Fei Long's face further into the ground.

After blocking the initial punch, Adrian would dig his right thumb into his own throat somewhat, forcing his thumb to come up underneath the Chinese boy's so that he could pull the hand away by the weaker digit. Adrian saw the punch coming out of his peripheral vision, and leaned away from it, gritting his teeth and allowing the punch to land on his lower jaw. The recoil from his head would help him get fully get his grip around Fei Long's thumb, pulling it back, threatening to break it as he pulled the boy's hand forcibly from around his throat.

With that completed, Adrian would shift his body weight someweight, moving his forearm to not only simply cover Fei Long's face, but also his left bicep, pinning his arm back to the ground and only giving him extension at the elbow.

Adrian's right hand would shoot a hard punch into the boy's stomach, likely winding him if he could do nothing about it, and considering his obscured vision, it would be difficult.

"Unlike you, I'll accept a personal check."

[Fei Long]

Despite the warnings of the song, Adrian had rocked the boat, which in this case was Fei Long, and had blocked the first punch. Piss. That was no good. Fei Long's open mouth could taste the grass, finding it odd for the moment that he noticed the tickling of it on his lips and chin rather than the immense pain of his whole body. His thoughts would go back to the pain however, as he exhaled upon impact of the punch out of sheer instinct, saving most his wind, but not much else.

"Ugh! ...Too bad... I didn't bring my checkbook!"

Wow. Fuck that was lame.

With Fei Long's left arm trapped at the bicep, he ratched it back in at the elbow, still able to reach the left limb currently shoving his head into the dirt. Gripping the recently broken index finger, Fei Long would begin to rotate it like a joystick, attempting to cause enough pain to gain Adrian's immediate attention as he brought his right around in a leopard's fist hook as well, aimming for the open left set of ribs.

Immediately following that, Fei Long would pull his right knee up to his chest, ramming it into the right kidney/back ribbed area of Adrian. His strategy was simple, keep the attacks moving and Adrian guessing. It was hard to press the advantage when being attacked guerilla style. Even when it was all coming from one man.

[Adrian]

Fei Long would grab Adrian's broken finger and further irritate the injury, causing Adrian to howl in pain and, actually, get up off of the boy. However, instead of just actually removing himself completely, Adrian would then stomp his right knee onto Fei Long's left elbow/forearm, as it was done more out of anger and blind reaction than tactical awareness. Risen up as he was, and no longer holding down Fei Long's face, the incoming punch was of much less concern, and Adrian blocked it with his right hand, smacking the outside of the wrist so the hook would continue past him, as if Fei Long would punch himself in the face if he continued.

The knee, however, was a different story. When it came up and struck Adrian in the back, he grunted, and rolled forward, completely off of the boy. Short of completely mounting him, which was something Adrian did not know how to do effectively, he knew he could not keep up with three limbs pitted against what was effectively one. He would shove his knee hard into the boy's arm to push off for the roll, however, hoping he could maybe smash the arm under his weight, and return the favor Fei Long gave to his finger.

[Fei Long]

Adrian would began to get up off Fei Long as he pulled on his injured finger, the chinese fighter getting exactly what he wanted, but instinctively holding onto the finger regardless. As a result, when Adrian dropped his knee down on his bent arm, it would only jerk the finger down once more, causing even more pain to the already broken digit, though not saving Fei Long the uncomfortable strain it would put on his elbow.

Fei Long's knee would come up, knocking Adrian up and over the smaller fighter, who would now let go of the finger. His elbow strained a bit more after Adrian's roll, making it tighten up, but not exactly injured. A small hindrance in comparison to his already (at least) sprained ankle. As Adrian would make his roll, Fei Long would throw his legs up and out, pushing off with his hands in a kip up where he'd land on only his right foot, pivoting once more to face Adrian.

"Dude...call it quits already. You can't take much more of this."

And neither can I...

[Adrian]

Adrian remained in his kneeling position, silently nursing his broken finger. He analyzed what he knew about the fight thus far. He was hurt. His finger was broken, he had taken hits all over his body, and he was getting tired. The Chinese boy, however, had to be feeling it worse. He hadn't taken as many blows, but Adrian knew that each one of his probably hurt twice as much as his opponent's, and he was nowhere near as built to take a blow as Adrian was.

Thus, when the Chinese boy would taunt again, after an impressive kip up that Adrian completely missed, Adrian would just shake his head, still in a kneeling position, turned away from Fei Long.

"Don't play games with me, Chinaman," Adrian would say, being a little racist with his name for the boy, but not necessarily intending it. He let out a long, slow breath, and finally rose to his full height, turning and facing Fei Long with that same fighter's stare still locked into his features. "You know you'll fall before I do."

[Fei Long]

"Is that so, pretty boy?"

Fei Long widened his eyes, taking more insult to the last sentence than the racial remark. Snickering, Fei Long shook his head, beginning to walk towards Adrian. It was more of a hobble than a walk, actually, Fei Long barely touching his left foot on the ground as he hopped forward, wincing in pain each time it came into contact with the grass.

"This is nothing but a warm up!"

As Fei Long came into final contact with Adrian, he'd place his left hand on Adrian's right shoulder. Stabilizing himself, Fei Long reared back his right fist in an exaggerated chamber, preparing to throw it directly into Adrian's chin.

"I'll knock you out right here you...son of a..."

Fei Long would begin to throw his fist, simultaneously his eyes beginning to roll back into his head. Fei Long's fist would open up in during its slow descension towards Adrian's head, palm landing open against the chest. Fei Long's body would lose all stability as he lost conciousness, headbutting Adrian's right shoulder as he fell into his chest, knocking him back as he fell flat on his face.

"...bitch..."

[Adrian]

Fei Long reared up for his punch, still talking smack, but Adrian could tell he was losing it. And indeed, instead of throwing a punch, Adrian smirked as the boy passed out, falling forward into him. Despite his awareness of it, Adrian himself was simply too tired to do anything about it, and the pressure of Fei's body falling against his was enough to teeter him backwards, as he, too, fell upon the ground, back-first.

"Heh," he said to the unconscious fighter before him, as he lay upon the ground, the last bit of fight leaving his body as well. "I... I told... y... yo...." His eyes closed, and Adrian too passed out cold.


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