Qi Lingxian vs Blaise Cameron

"Take that! And that!" Qi shouted out as she rained punch after punch down onto Blaise, leather gloves curled into fists. The fist of compassion wasn't aiming for his head, not yet anyway. The chest was the main part that everyone usually went for, best to weaken down the amour first and then go for other stuff afterwards.

Qi was hoping that Blaise would have a hard time getting her off, so that the fist of compassion could rain down some more graceful blows onto him. But she was clocked in the side by a randomly tossed out hand of Blaise, Qi wasn't expecting it. It just came at her so suddenly.

Some spittle flew out the mouth of Qi as she was moved off of Blaise, Qi then rolled twice to the side away from him. She got back up and clutched the attacked part of her head "Xìngyùn de tóulán!" Qi shouted at him, the fist of compassion would try to size up Blaise as he got back up and try to cinch him into a headlock.

Blaise's toned chest gets battered continuously under the rain of strikes, right up until he bear-swipes the girl right off of him! It was more effective than he'd expected, causing him to realize that she might not be the most durable of ladies in the ring. That could be an advantage!

The teen twists over onto his side, one hand rubbing over his abused, but firm pectorals. Her shout earns a perplexed blink. The Hell'd she just say to him?

"Hey! Watch your mouth, maybe!"

With a light gritting of his teeth, Blaise lifts to his boots, only to suddenly find himself caught in a headlock! "Nnf!" His arms try to loop around her waist to keep her in place, and he goes with the first thing that comes to mind: heft her directly into the air and drop back. Qi might find her head on a crash-course with the mat!

Qi wasn't much of a submission buff, fighting where she came from was fast and furious. Standing still was the same as being dead. So her style was mostly trying to keep the fight vertical, and apply quick and powerful strikes. But all the same a headlock was as simple as they came.

Ms Lingxian did admit, at least she had her opponent where she wanted them. Close to her, and it was tempting to start swinging blows into his head. That would be sure to ring the bell of Blaise and stun him in the process, yeah that sounded good.

Just as Qi was about to ready her free hand to hit the crown of Blaise though she was suddenly moving...upwards?! The eyes of the fist of compassion went wide, this guy had some upper body strength to be sure!

"N-No!" Qi shouted, too late. She took the mat right on and lost, it was a good counter. But Qi wasn't thinking about that, no she had released the hold on Blaise and rolled to her right and gave a groan of pain.

All Blaise knew of the headlock was that bad things happened when you were in it. People either start pounding on your head, or in Amy's case, busting your midsection, or you get bulldogged, DDT'd... it's just a whole hassle Blaise didn't want to deal with.

It's a welcome relief the moment Qi smacks into the mat behind him. Her headlock is released, and Blaise is given the opportunity to twist over onto his hands and knees. Seeing her lying on the mat in a daze, the teen crawls after her along the mat and grabs ahold of her hips and ribs to yank her down onto her back. From there, he drops his body across hers, pressing his toned chest and midsection half across her chest, half across her stomach. An arm hooks her thigh to draw her leg into the air while the other arm braces himself on the mat.

The first pinfall of the match!

Qi was nothing if not a fighter, ever since she was young she was fighting. Qi was taught to take and give hits, and she was thanking her lucky stars that she could take hits. The fist of compassion was musing on if Blaise was just as durable as she was, if so then this was going to be a hard one to be sure.

Qi tried to clear her mental cobwebs, the sooner the better. And she needed to do so, as Blaise was scrambling atop her for a pin attempt. The fist of compassion had an idea of the rules of wrestling, and winning by pinfall was one of them.

This was just the start of the match, if Qi lost here then she'd never be able to show her face around Beijing again. With that in mind the fist of compassion closed her eyes to block the blinding arena lights, and shot her shoulders up to kick out the pin. Qi grunted and scrambled to try and get back up as quick as she could, although with a quick kick aimed at Blaise's chest to try and get the last word in this exchange.

Blaise would love to claim that his outstanding durability is refined through martial mastery; that it's been conditioned through slow katas under raging waterfalls. But that's just not the case. Blaise is physically durable thanks to an over-abundance of physical abuse, with the tenacity of a savage pitbull to back it up - but none of the killer instinct. This is why he went for the pin, instead of brutalizing his opponent when he had the chance. But finding Qi pushing her shoulders up and kicking out so quickly bugs him. The referee barely squeaked out a one-count! And after his last match - a brutal affair he's not happy to admit to've been on the receiving end - he's starting to wonder if he really is too easy on his opponents.

He doesn't have time enough to really reflect on that. Her foot thuds against his chest with a quick kick, knocking him back to his rear and earning a dissatisfied grunt. But he's quickly scrambling to his feet again, backing up a little to re-assess his approach. Naturally, he'll be the one to kick off the assault again, with the teen backing up quickly against the ropes. He launches himself forward, left arm extended with the intention to slam it across the girl's collar in a rushing clothesline!

There wasn't many waterfalls in Beijing sadly, Qi had to settle with balancing rice bowls on her head and legs. At least it taught her balance, and patience. Qi stuck to what she knew, keeping going with skill until her opponent couldn't go on. If Blaise thought this could be easy he'd be quite mistaken, in Qi's debut match it took a lot of punishment to bring her down.

Qi was wasting no time in getting back up, relying on her training and hard knocks from previous fights. When you fall you get right back up, either that or you've lost the fight. The fist of compassion bit her lower lip and pounded the mat lightly with her hand.

The Chinese girl was getting herself ready to carry on the battle, and saw that Blaise was coming back on the attack. Swinging his arm right at the neck of Qi, her gut instincts kicked in. And the fist of compassion moved forward while ducking her head under it, and quickly turned her body around to fire out his left leg at the back of Blaise's kneecap. Followed up by her right leg to his chest, play to her strengths and wear the enemy down.

Blaise's arm swings through the air and falls short of striking anything, and finds his knee kicked for his trouble. The teen is dropped to that knee, and her foot then smacks into his chest audibly, dropping him flat to the mat on his back.

There, Blaise lies for a moment, open for a follow-up, should one come. He lets out a little groan and starts to twist over on to his side.

Now Qi had Blaise where she wanted him, dishing out the strikes was Qi's forte. It had been since the day she started fighting, hence the name fist of compassion. Qi was thinking of this one guy she traded blows with one time, some guy called valyn or something like that. She didn't hear anything from him again though.

But this wasn't the time for fond memory lane trips, now Qi had dropped Blaise down to the mat. Not for proposing or anything like that, no Qi had more painful things in mind. Strikes, her bread and butter. With that in mind Qi would begin to size up Blaise, waiting for him to get to a decent enough vertical position and then.....

The fist of compassion looked behind her and then rushed to the ropes, getting the momentum behind her for the blast off towards Blaise. Qi would leap up and try to bring her leg up close to him, to attempt to fire out a shining apprentice. It was different to a shining wizard, where one performed a running enzuigiri to try and move her leg up to smack Blaise in the side of the head. Although if he managed to catch the leg of Qi then she'd be down on the mat and perhaps open for a counter.

Blaise turns over onto a knee with a little wince. That kick behind the knee hurt. He won't be doing any dancing tonight, he wagers. With an arm braced over the other knee, he lifts to a crouch and turns to find Qi rushing him...

...Oh, as if he could counter that.

The energetic youth is slammed in the head, and his mind temporarily blanks. Spun over, the young grappler drops flat to the mat on his side and rolls over onto his back in short order. His eyes are open, dazed, staring up at the lights.