Description: Birdie gets on the Suiryuu, and not after walking for a good two minutes, runs into one of his old Wrestling buddies from way back when. So, what do they do? Both get mad and beat the crap out of each other is what!
As the big, burly, strange-haired English Punk walks off from where Sakura and Hakuya chat, another decidely rude, less than upstanding citizen and resident of the Suiryuu for now comes around the corner, muttering something about the heating. Birdie might get a flash of bright green and purple before he's bumped into by the one and only Vyle, the smaller man backing up...and giving Birdie a look. "...do I know you?"
Yamazaki descends from the Promenade Deck.
Birdie sure as heck bumps into Vyle. And when Birdie bumps into someone, he's the one usually pushing the other guy out of the way, so when Vyle does so, Birdie just stops flat and points two beady eyes down towards the smaller man. "Hey. What in the bloody hell did you run into me for?" The man snorts as he backs up, cracking his neck.
He looks Vyle up and down. And then snorts. "Hah. If I knew you then I'd probably decked you. I dunno. Do you know me?" Birdie asked the man, sort of putting the pressure on him.
Birdie hunched over, looking towards the man to get a better view. He recognizes him a little. But that's about it for now.
Vyle snorts, sneering at Birdie a bit at the larger man's response. "Hey, if you're going to be getting in people's way like that, shouldn't you be apologizing instead?" he says. "Or maybe the hole in your hair matches the one in your brain?" He then gives Birdie another look, eyes narrowing a bit. "...wait...didn't I see you in the ring before? Titanic Tim and you, in a tag match?
Birdie comes to a quick moment of realization. "What'd you just say?" Birdie answers with a really nasty look on his face. He's none too happy and you can definitely see that. "Yeah. I used to be in the ring with him, who wants to bloody know? And why do you, bloke?" His attention is very tight on this man, if only since he started egging on Birdie not too long ago.
Birdie hulks over still, looking more like an ogre than a man.
Despite being more than a foot shorter and a good 100 lbs lighter than Birdie, Vyle isn't backing down from the larger Brit, the hulking man looming over him to nothing but an amused snort. "I remember you guys. Fought on the undercard on a show when we rolled through on a Europe tour. So what the hell are you doing here?" he asks, folding his arms as he regards the former wrestler and current street thug.
"Junk and stuff, bloke. Just havin' a lookee see. Saw a boat here and wanted to check it out." Birdie answers as he crosses his arms, using his own weight to balance himself in place for the most part.
"Yeah. But that was a long time ago. Heh. What the hell are you doing here then?" Birdie asks in similar fashion. "I don't think I'd have seen you out in these parts of this damned boat." Birdie says in a mildly annoyed tone. This boat is loaded with people and memories. It's crazy.
Vyle snorts. "Well, I got kicked out and blackballed from the feds, so a man's gotta make a living. Here, I got invited to this strange-ass tournament. It sounded like there was money and fame in it, so I'm here," he says, sneering a bit. He's hiding something, but he's not about to reveal it here.
"Yeah? Haha. Always trying to make a living, right? Hah. I'm here 'cause I wanna be. I'll take what I need to bloody survive. This worlds easy as long as you take what you want and do what you feel like." Birdie says as he rolls his shoulders. "You're probably doing a piss poor job in the ranks as always." Birdie begins to prod.
"I mean. I dunno why they even contacted you. I guess they needed some guy to make the other ones look better. Hah hah hah! Bloody 'ell I crack myself up." He grins, looking down towards Vyle. "Boat's big though."
Vyle narrows his eyes at Birdie. "Oh, really. You mean they had to bring in a former CHAMPION..." Vyle makes sure to emphasize that one word, giving Birdie a quick, narrowed look before continuing on. "...to come in and make the other ranks look better, despite having made it handily on to the third stage. Right, that's the ticket, keep telling yourself that," he says, waving his hand out in a dismissive gesture. "Your team was never known for brainpower after all." He then looks down the boat, snorting. "A man could make a killing on this boat and get away with it, both ways."
"Hah hah hah." Birdie laughed, "Brain power? When in the bloody hell did /brain power/ actually change anything, huh? I know he's going to punch me! I better stay way from his fists! Hah!" Birdie mocks the other fighter. Intelligence can be be used in the right places, but in other places, it's just a tool to help to fall faster.
"Oh, yeah. You're a mighty one ain't ya. How bout you bloody put up your dukes and put your money... haha, where your damn mouth is!" Birdie answers as he lifts his fists, ready to go whenever.
"And a man could get bloody killed here too."
COMBATSYS: Birdie has started a fight here.
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Birdie 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Birdie
Shaking his head, Vyle's grin widens. "This is probably why you couldn't get anywhere in the business, huh?" he snorts. Sure, intellgience might not win in a fight of brute strength...but then again, Vyle knows that well enough, being from a business where you have to fight your way around those who have the size advantage on you.
In any case, Vyle sneers as Birdie seems eager to show up on who's the better man. "I'd say the same thing, but if what's coming out of your mouth is any indication, you're flat broke," he quips, settling down into a rather unorthodox wrestling stance, leaning forward a little, legs wide, one arm held downw while the other hovers about shoulder-height.
Birdie's none to pass up a free chance. And this looks as free as it's going to get. Moving towards Vyle, Birdie begins to shuffle his large body in his general direction, slowly but surely. "Yeah? Well, I took the right way out." Birdie answers, without actually saying that he joined Vega's organization which went under for the moment.
"Flat broke, huh? Ha ha. You're a laugh riot." The an answers as he leads into the large man with a punch from his right arm, leading in and following behind it, just trying to draw the first blood.
His style looks like he literally just throws himself in there. "Eyaaaaah!" He bellows.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Birdie's Medium Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Birdie
Laughing, Vyle quickly wheels off to the side, letting the big man punch into open air as he avoids giving up first blood. "Oh, you're looking like you're REALLY living the highlife, alright. Still can't afford to plug the hole in your hair, that's REAL classy," he snorts, before dropping down low, trying to dropkick Birdie right into the side of his knee.
COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Vyle's Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Birdie
"It's part of my imagine, it looks like a beak!" Birdie answers as Vyle winds around his punch. It's a nice, quick maneuver, but Birdie's far from over. As the light kick connects, Birdie just smirks. It hurts, but it also leaves Vyle where Birdie's going to want him. Grabbing for the smaller wrestler, Birdie aims to hold him tightly.
And he's going to grab him by coming right at him.
If he succeeds, he's simply going to bear hug the man as he leaps towards the ground, trying to crush Vyle underneath his own bulk!
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Vyle with Bad Scrap.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Birdie
Oh yeah...Vyle definitely doesn't have the physique to stand up physically up against Birdie, especially when he uses all his mass against the Rudo. Caught in the bear hug, he suffers the downsides to being a cruiserweight-style wrestler. "NGhhhh....gnngphhh..." he grunts in pain, feeling his ribs creak and cry foul. "Nnhhg....your image is a birdbrain? Fitting, I guess," he snaps, before he spits out toward Birdie's face. However, it's not normal spit, no. Instead, it's a deep, green, noxious cloud of...well, something, and if Birdie gets hit, well...he's going to have a bit of a vision problem, especially at this close.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Birdie with Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Birdie
"Oh yeah. My image is a bird brain." Birdie answers quickly as he's forced back too his feet by the noxious cloud of something. It burns on Birdie's face and causes him to back off, but Birdie's not done yet. Looking towards Vyle, his face burning just a little, he squints. "Urghh... Man. You're going to pay for that." He just says. He's none too happy about Vyle. He'll show you soon why.
Still, he just keeps his eyes on the man, waiting for him to make the move, instead of Birdie making said move. Basically clearly his face of that... muck. "What the heck is that bloody stuff..."
COMBATSYS: Birdie focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Birdie
Vyle smirks. "Trade secret," Vyle simply quicks, trying to get in quick on Birdie while he backs off. "C'mon, you never saw one of Volatile's matches?" he asks, cackling a bit as he sneaks in low. Then, with a quick dive in, he tries to lift Birdie off his feet, pulling up on one leg and tossing up in hopes of setting him off balance and tumbling onto his back.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Birdie with Fast Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Birdie
As Birdie's sent head over heels as Vyle dives in tumbles the larger wrestler, Birdie falls towards the ground, and towards his back. For a moment, it sure doesn't feel too right. But he gets over it. The quick, piercing pain just travels over him, distributing enough of the force to actually resonate over his body. But once on the ground, he looks for something he can throw.
Finding nothing, Birdie unwinds his own chain, and throws some of that from the ground, trying to put Vyle off from the random strike with the chain from the ground. "Naw. It's just been too long!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Birdie's Thrown Object.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Birdie
Seeing that chain come forward toward Vyle, snapping out like a metal whip, the rudo quickly brings his hands up, trying to bring his arms down on it and keep it from smacking him TOO badly. Thankfully, it's good enough to divert it. Unfortunately, it's also enough to back Vyle up a spell. "Hrmph...get banned one time and all of a sudden you're a hasbeen. At least I'm not a never was like you, birdbrain," he says, trying to provoke Birdie a little, circling around tentatively and hoping for an opening from the bigger thug.
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Birdie
Birdie may be a bird brain, but he knows what he does. He waits for the other person to strike, not him. He will, but not all at the same time. But for now, the other guys just egging him on. Birdie's going to try it, and that's just that.
"I haven't been able to keep up with it all lately. So much going on, so many places. So many new people. Got business." Birdie states a he throws himself, once more, towards the other fighter. This time, however, he throws a nice, quick punch, trying to drive the point home of not screwing with him.
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Vyle with Jab Punch.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Birdie
The Jab hits clean on Vyle, sending his head reeling. Even with such a minor punch, Vyle's hurting, if only from the size and strength advantage. STill....he's not done yet. Spinning about from the punch, he uses that momentum, jumping and twisting about until he's upside down, facing Birdie as his legs come out to hook around his head. "Then let me give you a reminder!" he snaps, trying to send Birdie overhead with a headscissor takedown.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Birdie with Medium Throw.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Birdie
The larger man is taken down. If only for a moment, from the other man. The head scissor take down works like a charm as the other man's legs wrap around Birdie's sending him to the ground proper. Falling against the ground, he bounces, only to let loose a terrible thud when he does strike.
"Aight..." Birdie begins. "No more mister nice bloke. That's it." He answers, pushing himself off the ground, releasing Vyle's grip of his head, and immediately trying to stomp on Vyle, foot after foot, trying to stomp him into the ground.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Strong Kick from Birdie with Antidote.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1 Birdie
The luchadore is quick to get up though. And when Birdie tries to stomp into him like a violence parade, Vyle's ready. Kipping up just as Birdie lifts a leg, he catches Birdie's trunk-like limb right under the knee, lifting it up before clasping his arms around Birdie's neck and far shoulder. It almost forces him to stand on his toes to do it, but he manages. "What was that, now?" he asks, before bringing his own leg up, sweeping Birdie's other leg out from under him and dropping him down with a leg-hooked STO. A bit too much weight and size for his normal Antidote...but it works, no?
Birdie get's tripped up by Vyle. Dropped into the leg hooked strike. Birdie just sort of lies there for the moment, only rolling away towards the side for the moment to get himself back up to snuff. "Some bloody lucky shit." Birdie answers as he takes a breather, trying to put himself up and against the wall. He's not done yet.
"Come on and get me!" Birdie asks of him as he rips his chain from one and to the other, keeping his eyes locked towards the fighter. He's ready for the moment.
COMBATSYS: Birdie gains composure.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Birdie
Snorting, Vyle rolls up to his feet, watching as Birdie's forced to back up and gain his breath again. "Oh, lucky, you say? Well, if it means a win, then that's just fine by me," he says, laughing at Birdie as he measures the punk up. Then, with a quick, low dash, he's after him. Rather than come in low again, however, Vyle pops up, leaping for his mark and trying to come in with a reverse flying elbow right into his chest!
COMBATSYS: Birdie fails to interrupt Quick Punch from Vyle with Bull Spike.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Birdie
The quick reverse flying elbow nails Birdie right in the chest as he aims to rush forward into it with his long, bird like, hair. Unfortunately for him he wasn't down enough, ending with him instead getting elbow'd right in the face! Owch! Still, Birdie waddles backwards, blood coming down some of his face. It's going to be hard to keep everything up, but Birdie's been through worse. He'll just have to keep trying.
Vyle grins, spinning back up to his feet after successfully hitting the elbow. And to Birdie's FACE of all places. It wasn't his target...but even better! As his opponent tends to a bloodied nose, Vyle simply leans over tauntingly. "Aww....sa'matter? Big man can't hurt the little man now that little man can't catch him?
Vyle grins, spinning back up to his feet after successfully hitting the elbow. And to Birdie's FACE of all places. It wasn't his target...but even better! As his opponent tends to a bloodied nose, Vyle simply leans over tauntingly. "Aww....sa'matter? Big man can't hurt the little man now that little man can't catch him?" Cackling a bit, and getting a tad bit cocky, Vyle comes in with another quick strike, this time trying to fly in and dropkick right into Birdie's bloodied face to compound the damage.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Birdie with Light Kick.
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Vyle 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Birdie
The The flying dropkick does what it's supposed to do! The damage piles up on Birdie, but he sure as hell isn't done yet. There are still things he has to do, like turn Vyle into a piece of trash. Rend him or dispose of him. He'll get to doing that soon. What he does do, however, is send himself off like a rocket towards Vyle, bloody and battered. He's not giving up.
Birdie grunts as he gets down, almost to his hands and knees, but literally rushes at Vyle with reckless abandon, aiming to impale him on the edge of the horn. He's none to happy, and he's just throwing himself, literally, head first into Vyle.
If he's going down, and he doesn't plan on it, so is Vyle. "Eyyaaaaaaaaaah!" If it strikes, he's follow up with some punches. This is the meat train! ALLLL ABOARD!
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Birdie's Bull Horn Final.
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Vyle 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Birdie
Unfortunately, with mad bull rushes like that, they tend to be heavily telegraphed. So, when Birdie charges forward like a runaway train, Vyle has a good idea what he's trying to do. "Oh, geez, can't you do anything better than that?" he asks. As Birdie dashes with reckless abandon, Vyle waits...then sidesteps just as Birdie would have hit him, instead dropping low. Ever wonder what happens when you put a monkey wrench into the gears? Well, that's what Vyle plans on when he drops in and tries to drop toe hold the full speed Birdie onto his face.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Birdie with Fast Throw.
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Vyle 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Birdie
Birdie's dropped to the hull pretty quickly. It hurts, to say the least, but Birdie's not done yet. Hell, all the guy has been doing is pinging him to death. There's yet to be a real attack. At all.
Birdie's getting up once more anyways. Birdie's built. He's not giving up to just anyone. So instead of staying down, he throws himself forward once more, aiming to hurl another punch towards the face of Vyle, and wipe it off in a single blow.
It seems his muscles are betraying him!
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Medium Punch from Birdie with Relapse.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=======\====---\1 Birdie
Real attack? You want a real attack? Well, Birdie's going to end up getting one. As the big man gets up, Vyle's already on his feet, slouched in his strange wrestling stance, waiting. "Oooh, look at the big bird! Where's your snuffalufawhatever?" he asks, smirking as he sees the man charging forward yet again. When the punch is thrown, Vyle...isn't there. At least, his head isn't there. Instead, the luchadore dropped down, his body twisting about to lance a vicious spinning back kick into Biride's face just as he tries to strike Vyle. The kick is enough to send him up into the air high...and where he goes, Vyle follows. Leaping up after Birdie, he grabs him and sets him up for a northern lights bomb, keeping the big man held upside down as they fall...and dropping him RIGHT ON HIS HEAD. Boom and such. That's going to set his bell ringing.
Even as Vyle sends the big bird into the air and then rolling backwards, Birdie's not down and out. Every fight can go both ways. Today, Birdie's luck was just not with him. But hell, he's not going down without the remote chance that he's going to leave a lasting mark.
As he gets knocked backward, while he can still see through a little dancing vision, Birdie charges. "HE'S RIGHT HERE!" He roars as he throws himself in a last ditch effort to show that Vyle isn't just messing with with a big lug. But with the way things are going for him, well, he might end up with his head in a pole.
Bounding forward, he charges, head first towards Vyle. Once there, punches. Fists full of punches. If he's lucky, maybe some will strike. Still, Birdie's going down like a ton of bricks with an audible 'thump' and everything.
COMBATSYS: Birdie can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Vyle with The Birdie MAX.
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Unfortunately, Vyle can't compete with blind rage sometimes. And unfortunately for Vyle, the Relapse tends to take a bit to recover from himself. So when Birdie charges...well, poor bastard finally strikes gold, ramming right into Vyle. And with that size and strength advantage, Vyle kind of crumples like a wet paper mache dog. Still...as Vyle drops to the ground, from the painful assault, there's the chance that MAYBE! MAYBE he's still alive after all that! Is he? DID HE MAKE IT THROUGH?!
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
Nope.
Birdie breathes heavily, rolling over onto his side. He looks over towards Vyle and grins, "Heheh... just like old times." Birdie coughs heavily, but just lays there for the moment. And probably for a longer while. He's... going to need to do something. Such as catch a second wind! The hard way. Over the period of eight or so hours.
Yeah he's sleeping it off, bleeding it off, whatever.
Maybe some nurses will help, but he's a MAN. And a thug. He can sleep this out.
Log created on 21:33:17 09/12/2007 by Birdie, and last modified on 00:50:58 09/13/2007.