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Today, after last nights Saturday Night Fight, Birdie was busy drinking away his car crashed body, since the car struck him twice yesterday, but really failed to law on the pressure like R.Mika did. Still, it was interesting, and he enjoyed his time.
Here, in the duck pond, Birdie is way out of the ordinary member. Large, black, and a nasty hair piece, Birdie definitely doesn't look like the normal crowd. Instead, he looks pretty GIANT and HUGE. And just sitting there, with a large drink in hand as he passes the time away, just enjoying a little R and R by watching whatever is on stage and buying drink after drink.
Birdie was always an acute fan of drinking.
Still, He likes Bars for other reasons. More violent ones of course. Everything there could be used as a weapon. EVEN THE GLASS.
Sergio abstained from the fights this week in order to kick back and have fun. He's lucky he decided to become a fighter, because simply not going to work to just about anywhere else is simply going to get you fired. To him the Duck Pond is just another kick ass club to go and have some fun.
He's just exiting the dance floor, waving to a ladyfriend he just met as he goes to partake in the other activity the Pond has to offer. Drinking. He probably fits in better than Birdie. He's tall and muscular, but he can't even compare to the huge Brit in terms of pure meat. The guy looks really out of place, but Sergio just takes a seat at one of the open tables and gives him some space and orders himself a pitcher of beer. Things are looking up.
Birdie is just enjoying himself for the moment. But you know what he feels like right now? A bar fight. Being the thug he is, Birdie begins to stand up from the table with his beer. Looking around the crowd, he just looks towards Sergio, seemingly to be one of the larger, muscled bar goer. So this happens.
Grabbing a hold of the open table that he sits down next to, Birdie literally puts the moves on it, both hands underneath it, before literally heaving it up and towards the dance floor, whirling towards the ground before cracking.
Birdie just turns to look down towards Sergio with a grin. "Oi, 'ellow bloke. Up for a little scrap?" He grins, white teeth shown through the front.
COMBATSYS: Birdie has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Sergio has joined the fight here.
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Sergio 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Birdie
Sergio doesn't pay much more attention to Birdie, aside from when his eyes are going that way anyway. He's just trying to enjoy himself a the moment, grinning as his pitcher is brought. Then a table goes flying, smashing into the dance floor and causing some general panic in that area. "What the-"
It doesn't take much thought to realize it was Birdie that threw the table, especially when he's asking if he's looking for a fight. Sergio shakes his head, "Tch, I'm not nearly drunk enough for that." His face then cracks a wide grin and he grabs the pitcher by the handle and puts it to his mouth, chugging half of it and slamming it down on the table and standing up, his chair making a loud screeching noise. "There, that's better!" Damn. He was trying to drink the whole thing.
"That's the spirit!" Birdie calls as Sergio gets up, cracking his neck and knuckles almost exactly at the same time as he watches the man begin to move around, or at least, get up, and move to finish his drink. It looked like a nice drink, so much that Birdie finished his own drink in hand, only to throw it behind him to get done with it.
"Alright bloke. Get ready!" Birdie calls as he literally lances back a fist, before aiming it right towards the chin at the smaller, but still muscled, man. The punch soars through the air, attempting an attempt at his JAW. It would be JAWESOME and you know it. People are mildly concerned about the bar fight, and most move towards the dance arena and stage. FOR NOW.
Birdie's just going to PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH.
COMBATSYS: Sergio fails to interrupt Jab Punch from Birdie with Jab Punch.
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Sergio 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Birdie
Sergio steps around the table as Birdie gets himself ready, a grin on his face. Seems like this place is going to have more kinds of fun than just drinking and dancing. He leaves his beer on the table, deciding to finish it later if by some miracle it survives. He cracks his knuckles and moves closer to Birdie, pulling his fists up into a brawlers stance when he's told to get ready. "You too." There's an easy grin on his face.
The fist then comes flying in towards him, and at the same moment Sergio swings his own fist forward, trying to smash Birdie right in the face with his own punch. This is where height advantages and arm lengths come into play, Birdie hitting first. This isn't usually a problem, but for such a simple and quick jab it packs a ton of power, knocking Sergio backwards with it's strength so that his fist whips back before making contact. A laugh, "Hahaha! This is going to be better than I thought!"
IS IT NOW?! ARE YOU READY FOR THE FURY? I DON'T THINK SO. THE FURY OF BIRDIE or something.
Still, when Birdie sees the other punch coming, he just hammers it out of the way, literally forcing his strength into the man's face. He sure loves hammering it into the man's face, and you can tell as he keeps a grin on his own face the entire time.
Reeling back as the man seems to just take it and laugh it off. "Hah. Yeah. Not try this!" Birdie calls as he literally reaches over to grab hold of a CHAIR, pick it up, and then hurl it straight towards Sergio without warning. Well there was warning, but there wasn't, but it's so confusing so it really doesn't matter.
What matters is that there is a CHAIR flying at him.
COMBATSYS: Sergio dodges Birdie's Thrown Object.
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Sergio 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Birdie
Sergio rubs his chin where he was hit, and shakes his head a little. "I've gotta be careful around you. Those muscles aren't just for show, are they?" He stares as Birdie picks up the chair and throws it at him, and lets out a short laugh. "Hah, nice one!" He jumps to the side a little and the chair goes flying past, crashing into the table of a couple who didn't realize that two large men fighting means get out of here fast.
"Nice try. The Table might have worked better though!" He cracks his head to the side a little, and then rushes in towards Birdie, pulling back his fist and then swinging it hard in an over hand manner. But there's one thing that makes this not quite the standard brawling affair; the stream of water that seems to be flowing out behind his fist. "My turn! HRAH!"
COMBATSYS: Birdie interrupts Fierce Punch from Sergio with Bull Spike.
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Sergio 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Birdie
When you go for the muscles, they whine and seem to bolster up, almost retreating into the rock hard abs of Birdie. But when you go for the hair, terrible things happen. Terrible, horrible things.
As Sergio calls to Birdie, Birdie calls back with his own grin. "Yeah, but I already threw a table! I'm saving that for later, bloke!" Birdie calls only to see Sergio rush right towards him. When he pulls his fists back, Birdie seems to hunch over more, as if readying something in the next moment or two. Sergio's hands come down hard on the back of the man's head... but, where's the hair?
YOUR CHEST. HO HO HO HO. The waterlike fisticuffs is halved by the picking up of Sergio, rhino style! Birdie literally threw himself into the blow to help stop it, and to pierce the chest of his would be attacker. "Eyyyyyyyyyyahhhhhhh!" He grunts, as even after the stabbing, Birdie literally grab a hold of Sergio and throws him up, and back, and finally off of his head, back down into the ball. Luckily, he didn't throw him into the beer. The pain on his head, with the hit from the watery punch, lingers. It feels weird, almost like basic acid if that could possibly happen.
Birdie loves the beer too much for that. It would destroy him. As
Thwack! Stab! Toss! "Yeeaaagh!" Ok, so going high ends up getting you ripped off the ground and thrown like a rag doll before getting slammed down onto the bar! How was Sergio supposed to know that?! He lets out a light laugh when he picks himself up, fighting through the pain. "Heh... looks like you're really going to bring it on, aren't you. Well, that's alright. I'll just have to do the same!"
The guy is huge and tough, that's obvious. Maybe smacking him around isn't the ticket. Sergio reaches inside his shirt and rips out a length of rope out of nowhere. He spins it around in the air a few times just for show, and then flings it at Birdie. As it goes it spins faster and a vortex of water forms around it, the rope elevating to neck height as it's carried along by the water. Feel like being choked and soaked, Birdie!?
COMBATSYS: Birdie Toughs Out Sergio's Whirlpool!
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Sergio 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Birdie
As Serio gets launches back, Birdie just grins, turning around to watch him fall, and get up. Sergio laughs. Birdie laughs. We're all laughing here. "Hahahaha! You bet bloke! I want to see what you got! Don't hold back cause I sure as hell won't either!" And then as he reaches inside his shirt, Birdie watches closely. But then -- a rope?!
Birdie looks close at that rope. He really does.
And then he begins to move towards the rope, in a more kamikaze manner. As the vortex of water forms, he can't look back. He has to go forward. It wraps around his neck, crushing his wind pipe and putting a squeeze on his bling. The water, like before, pounds about, miniscule strikes adding up into something like water would. Destruction over time. And Birdie's a rock.
So when he comes at Sergio, he's not just still in a full charge, he's much more than in a full charge, literally beating across the ground, firing himself towards Sergio's chest, head first, aiming to hair the other bar fighter, bringing him up against a wall. Once there, punches. No chi laced, psi laced anything. Just hard punches, aimed straight for Sergio's chest, to deliver pain. And plenty of it.
COMBATSYS: Sergio fails to interrupt The Birdie MAX from Birdie with Strong Kick.
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Sergio 1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0 Birdie
That's something that's just never happened before for Sergio. He's never seen someone able to take a choking like that and just keep going. Sure, there are people who can power through punches, but being able to keep on going when you can't -breathe-. That takes some serious talent in the area of being a badass. And of course Birdie's still coming for him too, making the situation even worse. The large man grits his teeth and simply rushes forward at Birdie, jumping in the air and trying to smash the man in the chest with a flying kick, only to be just smashed out of the air by the power of the man and crushed into a wall and getting the ever loving shit beat out of him.
"Oh sh-shit..." Since he was pressed on a wall Sergio manages to keep himself from falling to the ground after all that, but he looks like he feels: Dogmeat.
Birdie's like a train. A MAN TRAIN. Without really having any of that weird stuff going on. Yeah. He's just all muscle, and he's just going to go right through the choking. Because if he can get closer, the choking can, and probably will, STOP as long a he can disable Sergio for even the tinybit. And he sure does.
Once the man is pummeled enough, Birdie just stands back before grasping at his neck, and even taking the lasso off, water or not, before throwing it towards the floor.
"Let me show you how to really choke a man bloke," Birdie answers as he uncoils his chains from his left arm, the heavy links literally crashing to the floor as he unravels them. Picking them up, with his right hand, he licks them. "now this is the way!"
Birdie advances. Oh boy does Birdie advance, trying to get the chains around Sergio's neck and PULL. PULL SO HARD. And then maybe toss him to the ground.
BUT A SINKING FEELING IS IN HIS GUT, for Sergio is insane, and is trying to stop his every progression. This is no different!
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Sergio with Bad Scrap.
Glancing Blow
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Sergio 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Birdie
Oh man...Sergio is in the crapper now! There's almost no space between Birdie and himself, so going for a chain choke is a pretty smart move. There's very little Sergio can actually do about it, especially in the state he's in. "No thanks, maybe another time!" Especially after he /licked/ the chain. Sure, Sergio's rope had water around it, but that's just sick! The chains seem to be sliding around Sergio's neck just fine as he scrambles to get out of the way. Something is just a little wrong, though. His movements managed to shift the chain's /just/ enough, and as the choking begins he twists to the side, and lets himself fall to the ground, the chains slipping over his head and snapping straight.
"Oh man, that was close..." Sergio quickly backs away from Birdie, and then gives him a grin. "Alright, looks like my back's against the wall... but that just means I have to go and do something really stupid!" Energy builds, and then releases. A massive wave of water forms up behind Sergio, and another...seemingly pours out of the wall that Sergio was just pressed against, on the other side of Birdie. The Italian gets swept up in his and is suddenly careening towards Birdie, who's now caught in a pincer attack of water and fists!
COMBATSYS: Sergio successfully hits Birdie with Unrealized Potential.
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Sergio 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Birdie
The waves catch Birdie, and he's pulled towards Sergio, who pulls back both of his fists and slams them as hard as he can muster into Birdie's stomach, all the while the two waves colliding, swirling, and eddying about each other, forming a violent maelstrom of energy that assaults the huge man while leaving Sergio completely unharmed.
Birdie's watches Sergio closely. But then water appears out of nowhere. Which makes absolutely no sense in Birdie's perspective, but he guesses he has seen worse. Since OUT OF NOWHERE a wall of water literally leaps up behind him and shows him forward. Now, not only is this in a crowded location, but in a bar. And you just destroyed all of Birdie's beer! YOU MONSTER.
Still, that isn't going to stall Birdie from being Birdie. He tries to block water. Which doesn't work so well actually. But hell Birdie tried. Instead, he eats a lot of fists. The fists begin to do damage, but to Birdie, they are nothing compared to the water that washes over his figure. He's rather pained from the continued move after move! It's getting to become to much to bare!
But after being thrown by the maelstrom and into the wall, Birdie just throws the water off his face, even if it seemed to do a great lot to make the man's life a little harder.
Birdie's still going to great length to make Sergio's life a little shorter. "Okay bloke, that wasn't bloody kosher. You're payin' for my beer!" Birdie sneers as he throws another huge punch right at Sergio.
COMBATSYS: Sergio endures Birdie's Jab Punch.
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Sergio 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Birdie
The water luckily all begins to evaporate and an incredible speed after the attack is over. Any spilled beer remains on the ground, however. That can't be helped. "Hmph! Wasn't kosher? Alls fair in love and barfights, you should know that!" His trump card might not have put them on equal footing, but he might actually have a chance to at least make an equal showing in this fight after all.
Of course Birdie seems to have no wish to let him continue to attack, sending a quick, solid punch right into his face. Sergio grits his teeth and rolls with the hit, his head twisting to the side as it smashes him. But that's a feint. He was /ready for it/. His entire body twisting from recoil of being hit is all to cover up the massive telegraphing of his next attack, as he sinks into a low posture with his hand held back, and then shoves it forward. "HAAH!" Nothing seems to happen except the ground rumbling, but then the ground rends, a massive surge of water tearing up from underneath, annihilating a good portion of the floor and sending it upwards towards Birdie while assaulting him with water and debris. Sergio apparently has no qualms about destroying the club in the process of the fight. ...though after the attack is made he just sort of slumps over.
COMBATSYS: Sergio can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Birdie blocks Sergio's Whitewater.
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Birdie ends the punch, only to watch for the ground begin to rumble, because this time, oh boy does it. The ground literally upheaves itself from underneath Birdie. As it does, Birdie gets just enough time to ball up into a giant, black ball. And right then on the last second, the water breaks through, the debris and water literally ripping through the ground and hurling the mighty meaty man up and back, sending him rolling towards a stop at the end, with a loud thump.
At the end, however, Birdie breathes heavily. "Ha ha! Bloody hell man. Nice fight. I hope you're conscious enough to hear me. Hey, I'll buy you a beer if there's any left. A whole pitcher. So when you wake up you can have some." Birdie says, rather bloody and beat up himself. That water. It damn stung, that's for sure. The other blows, such as the punching and debris, well, Birdie's a rock. Water eats him faster.
Going back up towards the bar on the same stool, he sits down and pounds the table. "Bartender. Another pitcher for me and my friend!" And so, life continues. The other people had a nice show, though.
COMBATSYS: Birdie has ended the fight here.
Sergio lays on the ground for a few moments, but slowly the pain begins to dissipate. This is as much because the alcohol he drank earlier is finally getting to him than anything else. He slowly pushes himself up off the ground and grins, "Yea, you too! You've got some kind of arm on you!" He grins and moves up to the bar and sits heavily in it, fully intending to pound down the pitcher of beer that was just bought for him as fast as he can manage.
Log created on 15:15:05 09/23/2007 by Sergio, and last modified on 00:31:01 10/26/2007.