Description: Marisol takes on the challenger Birdie! If you want to participate in the Neo League, YOU GOTTA GO THROUGH HIM. And... well, she does! But she learns he's a rather painful one to fight.
Metro City Subway. Late afternoon.
Seated between an old man sleeping against the window and a waifish woman nervously reading over the Saturday paper, Marisol sits with a less-than impressive look on her face. For the first time in her life, she's in Metro City, and wonders why, just why, she's here.
Oh right - the Neo League. She's been neglecting that, she reminds herself.
So for once in a long while, the half-Spaniard girl actually reminded the officials that, yes. She was, in fact, a member and that yes, she was in fact interested in attending a match after last year's ridiculous show. Maybe she'll do better this time!
Exhaling loudly, the redhead leans back into her seat, sulking there as arms fold neatly across her chest. Eyeing the dirtied ceiling of the subway car, she remains unaware that the Neo League crew have set up hidden cameras all across the car to record the fight-to-be. The question that remains is, however...
...who will her opponent BE?
Well, that question certainly is going to be answered soon!
Birdie's not one to actually keep some one waiting. And unlike Marisol, he's participated a great amount against opponents many times greater than him. Sure, this ensured that his ranking was low, but misleading people is a part of Birdie's job.
Marisol doesn't even have to wait ten minutes before thunderous steps are heard coming from the other train. These foot steps echo among the subway as Birdie makes his way don the hall. This is the man you're fighting Marisol. This is your opponent.
Entering through the front door the large man comes, wearing only a vest and pants while being a towering feature looks about, his hair piece unwavering in the stagnant subway air.
Hulking his way towards where Marisol sits between the old man and a waifish woman, he pulls out a picture and compares it to the girl.
"So you're Marisol?" Birdie smiles. Through the large lips you can see his teeth. Pearly white, "I'm here to beat you up, chick-a-dee."
He cracks his neck in preparation.
COMBATSYS: Birdie has started a fight here.
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Birdie 0/-------/-------|
The moment thundering, bison-like footsteps come within earshot, the others in the subway car Marisol is currently sardine'd in suddenly become mildly frantic, nervously looking between one another. Is it an earthquake??
The old man, however, remains asleep.
That bodes well, the girl silently ponders. Full lips slowly ease into a smirk as she remains patiently seated in the subway car. Any minute now those heavy footfalls will reveal the likely-imposing person they belong to. It's just a matter of waiting...
With a loud hiss of metal on metal, the subway car's doorway opens, revealing the opponent for the afternoon. A large and particularly imposing fellow, Birdie's arrival into the subway car earns him a weird look from the much shorter young woman seated at the opposite end. For a moment, Marisol seems genuinely puzzled.
Then he thunders over. In response, the woman on the other side of Marisol throws her newspaper to the ground and swiftly hurries to the adjacent car. Others present rapidly funnel out of this car and into the next after her, panic spreading like disease. But the redhead remains patiently calm as she just stares up at the imposing British punk.
"Here to beat me up? ...oh, you must be the guy with the weird name," she responds, thoughtfully tapping a finger to her chin before she exhales. Easing herself up, the redhead lifts her arms high overhead, warming up her joints before she offers a toothy smile in response.
"Very well! Shall we begin?"
To emphasize the point, the redhead grabs the particularly LARGE man and attempts to slam him back-first into the floor of the subway car. "By the way, my name is Marisol!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Birdie
COMBATSYS: Birdie blocks Marisol's Medium Throw.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Birdie
Birdie looks towards the picture that he had to identify. He wrote the name down, but it must of been smudged. "Marisol huh. Alright." Birdie answers, only to notice that she's coming at him, and quick. He's not fast enough to raise his arms as he pushes forward, attempting to slam him, like knocking over a statue.
Birdie tumbles anyways. Towards the ground and towards the subway car. That Marisol's a strong one, but he's not going to connect to the ground yet. Stretching something awful one of his hands keeps him mostly on balance, allowing some of the pain to transmit through, but grounding him towards what could have be.
Righting himself, Birdie just snorts. "Right. Birdie. I'm here to give you a fight. That's if you want one. You don't want it?" Birdie belly laughs, the car empty by now. "Too bad."
To show how fun the large man is, he slumps forward, which really can't be good for his back, but comes at Marisol anyways. And the first thing he does? Pound away at that cart with his feet as he rumbles towards Marisol. If the shock doesn't cause the car to be tossed off the tracks, it should be alright. Still, that mowhawk on his head? Shark as knife. Each follicle tightly melded to each other.
And it's all coming at Marisol. "Eyaaaaah!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Birdie's Bull Horn.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Birdie
Still grinning in that brief moment the two are met, Marisol seems pleased more than anything to finally meet her opponent. As imposing and large and twice her size as he may very well be, the half-Spaniard Pacific High girl does not seem the least bothered by his likely-imposing stature. She's teammates with the likes of Preston Alistair Wellington the second, after all.
But that's the last thing on her mind when she moves. Though she causes him to tumble, it does little to actually fell the punk. He tumbles, but ultimately keeps his footing well about him. Idly, she ponders this. Has she gotten into a situation that is likely more than she can possibly chew?
Maybe, but it's too late for regrets. Birdie says as much, and it draws a large, toothy smile across her tanned features. "Who says I don't want a fight? I love fighting - it gets my blood boiling!"
Introduced rather painfully to that mohawk on Birdie's thick skull, Marisol does not appear to move out of harm's way - in fact, Marisol just sort of stands her ground as he bullhorns right into her body, two forms colliding with positively delicious results. Oh, it hurts, yes. But the weird thing about it is...
The half-Spaniard girl is smiling.
So happy is she that the girl attempts to grab the large man by his neck as she attempts to shove her fist into his face...
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Birdie with Red Clover.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Birdie
With a nice, particularly painful opening of a punch, the redheads features suddenly blossom with pure delight. Swinging her fists, she couples the nasty face-punch with a hook attack before she smiles broadly, right into the British punk's face. "Nice to meet you, mister Birdie!" she chimes with frightening cheer, before her opposite fist suddenly erupts with energy. Swinging it, that dandelion-yellow chi-kissed fist slams into his face, a burst of brilliant yellow chi giving enough force to likely send the man flying if he's not careful!
Birdie can only feel pain at the moment. Like a big man. It's not just the harder and bigger you are. It's the harder to fall, and Birdie sure falls hard when struck.
But to him, he just moves into it. He's a crazy man sometimes. Still, it doesn't work out for him. Instead, Marisol powers a fist into Birdie's face when he's grabbed. "Ugh.... good. You're going to change your might soon. Hahaha." Birdie laugh mid way through the assault. The punch didn't hurt so much, even if it was sent to pound him in the face.
Sure. It's just a punch. So he begins to grab for Marisol as she continues on with an explosion of fists, each sent hurling towards him. Birdie isn't really good at this. The blows pummel into him. Destroying him from the inside out, especially so when the yellow chi blossoms into her fists.
Punch after punch, Birdie's thrown left, thrown right. Thrown back. Landing on his ass near the entrance and exit to the cart, he grunts. "Hi." He calls, something in his hands.
It's a chain, attached to his arm and leading all the way back to Marisol. And around her feet. Pulling on it, he tries to get the heavy links to pull her over and towards the ground. Maybe even accidentally hit something as she falls head over heels for him, if she does at all.
"Nice to meet you too."
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Birdie's Quick Throw.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Birdie
Pain is good - if you ask Marisol, that is. It helps build character. Makes you strong, lets you know that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. That's how the world works, right? Right.
Swinging fists, Birdie is sent for a ride of sorts, beaten savagely and ultimately sent packing, courtesy of a chi-laced right hook to his jaw. He hits the ground hard, the impact alone enough to rock the car slightly in response. But Marisol remains otherwise oblivious to the commotion - she's far more interested in the fight in front of her, and the imposing British punk wielding those large, meaty fists.
Fingerwaving in response to his hi, the half-Spaniard is too thrilled as she stands there, her opposite hand curled into a fist at her hip. Briefly, however, her features falter. Was that a glint of metal she spied, there in those paw-like fists of the man in front of her? And it's laced all the way behind her?
With little time to react, the redhead does the only thing she can think TO do. She falls, but purposely so as that chain yanks out. Hitting the ground, she cushions her fall, a light "oof" slipping past full lips. That kind of hurt. But she'll persevere. She has to!
"Aww, you're so nice!" she responds rather cheerfully, practically prancing over to the imposing man. For a brief moment, Marisol does not seem at all harmful, nor does she seem particularly threatening. But the too-cheerful grin that lingers on her lips is foreboding. A prelude to something awful.
She weaves rather obviously shortly after approaching, a fist coiled painfully tight at her side. Swinging mightily, she attempts to send a potentially-devastating uppercut right for his jaw - or chest, considering how tall he is in comparison!
COMBATSYS: Birdie fails to interrupt Uppercut Punch from Marisol with Murderer Chain.
- Power fail! -
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Birdie
Now, Birdie should be easily able to do this. It's a slow upper cut coming right up to him. His chain is out and it's asking for him to actually take this opportunity to take a hold of her by the arm and power her into the ground. But Birdie's slow.
He's so slow, that even though it comes right at him, the chain seems to not stick, the heavy links parted by the blow as he pulls back, pulls up too late. The uppercut strikes straight into his sternum and continues upwards and into his chin.
He's sent flying against the wall, literally rocking the car as he breathes out, grunting towards the woman he's fighting. He's pretty much used up everything already. It's looking bad for him, and probably going to continue this way. Birdie's had a real bad luck streak as of late. It's continuously there.
"Ugh.... thanks. I guess."
It's probably sheer luck that Marisol actually HIT the much, much larger man. But the half-Spaniard girl is too engrossed in the fight to concern herself with such matters - instead, she pushes the attack, slamming a fist cleanly into the man's sternum and, ultimately, his chin. Belying his physique, the man flies into the nearest wall, the entire car shaking in grief. The man is massive, after all.
But the redhead doesn't gloat about it. Instead, those eyes hood, gray depths stern as she watches him recover and come to rise up to his feet once more. Still smiling, she offers him a toothy grin as she holds her ground. "So what's a guy from England doin' in a dump of a city like this anyway?" she remarks.
She's making small talk in the middle of a fight. Distracting the much more imposing fighter? Perhaps. Either way, just after the question escapes her lips does she move forward, sneakers squeaking softly against the floor of the subway car. Closing in, she attempts to grab him by the neck, as her other - glowing - hand swings forward. The result, if it should strike true?
A furious burst of yellow chi that is meant to send poor Birdie flying to the opposite end of the subway car.
COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Marisol's Moon Sling.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1 Birdie
Birdie's not have a real good day. As she asks, Birdie grumbles. "Trying to beat you up." He mutters, but he just gets right back up after that. The red head girls just destroying him. It really is his fault, but he's not going to really believe it. Instead, he's just going to push himself ineffectively against her.
"Now, chick-a-dee. I'm sorry about it all but I'm afraid I have to do this." He's not afraid at all. Or shy. Or even sorry. He moves to recover still. He's a big man. But, well, she grabs him by the neck as he gets up... swinging forward... and as the chi burns in, Birdie applies the breaks.
Planting his feet firmly in the ground as he's tossed, he falters, but he tries to grab Marisol mid way. If this happens, well, when they land Birdie's too busy giving headbutts to care before slicing down, only to pull up and try to stab the hair piece right in her chest... and toss her up... and over, towards the other side of the car.
He's not happy. "BUT IT'S GOTTA END HERE."
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Marisol with Bull Revenger.
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Marisol 1/-======/=======|==-----\-------\0 Birdie
Trying to beat her up?
Well, Marisol is here doing the same, obviously! Meeting his words with a mildly bemused expression, her confusion gives way to a cursory look of obvious amusement as she stands her ground briefly. "That's not really what I meant," she offers, wrinkling her nose slightly.
"No need for that," she explains, features morbidly delighted as he offers a faux apology. "It's a fight. Gimmie your best shot." To emphasize the point, the tiny half-Spaniard girl gestures to her jaw. She even pushes it out for him, to encourage him to hit her.
But then she's off, a hand clasping as best it can around his large throat before she launches him back with a burst of energy. The only problem here is, however, that he suddenly GRABS her by the collar and pounds her in the skull repeatedly with his head, over and over and over again into her chest like some crazy animal. That spike of hair - is it really hair?? - lodges into her, cutting and bloodying the girl up, but she holds herself well enough, before she's tossed to the opposite end of the subway car.
For a moment, Marisol doesn't move, even as the large Briton bellows. She spends a moment recovering, breathing heavily and trying to collect her wits about her before she slowly and cautiously peels herself off the car's floor. "Ew," she mutters. "This floor is so dirty..." She comes to a standing position.
"I should..." Her grin broadens to frightening proportions.
"Clean it up!!"
Suddenly blazing forward, her fist glows with a furious burst of supernatural fire, yellow chi flames licking around her arm. Kneeling a foot away, that fist of hers buries itself into the car's floor. Initially, the impact does nothing; a split-second later, however, the ground ERUPTS with energy, a furious column of chi and subway car remains launched right at Birdie..!
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Birdie with Shoot the Moon.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Birdie
Birdie is... looking at the projectile as it comes. Well. That certainly not friendly.
Looking towards it, Birdie blinks, breathes heavily, and literally tries to propel himself into the air! And comes down RIGHT on the column of chi. Burning into him, Birdie sizzles. He's fried, plain and simple. He need a miracle, and it didn't happen.
The British brute is just garbage. Terrible garbage in this subway train. He's had no luck, but he'll continue to fight. That's all he's good for after all. So when he's seared, thrown backwards in a horrible explosion, he does the easiest to see coming move ever.
He runs at her, head down in a break away run. He's not going to hit. She's going to get out of the way. But he's still throwing himself head first into the assault, right at the back door of the subway train.
"EYAAAAAAAAAH!" He cries with a deep bass, bleeding as the pain throbs about his figure.
COMBATSYS: Birdie can no longer fight.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Marisol with Bull Horn Final.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|
That column of chi is not friendly. And neither is the shrapnel and debris caught up in the torrent of pure energy that erupts from the ground up. Try as he may to avoid the attack, it would seem the evade he seeks doesn't quite pan out as intended. As result, poor Birdie is cooked, roasted like a fowl on the spit. Marisol, on the other hand, doesn't quite pay attention to that, however. She slowly lifts herself from the ground after the attack, shoulders rolling a bit before she looks toward the man.
And sees the poor Englishman recovering from the awful blast. Briefly, her expression seems puzzled that he's still able TO fight. Shouldn't he be down? But she says nothing - instead, she watches as he suddenly lunges forward and attempts to horn her again. Such a negative nancy, that Birdie!
Because try as she may to avoid it, that attack hits, a solid blow landed into her midsection. Exhaling loudly, the tenacious half-Spaniard gasps for air as she strikes the car back-first, the door groaning and buckling under her weight. For a moment, the girl sees only white, gray eyes dull as she stares upwards.
Then she shakes her head and slowly eases herself off the door. She's still standing, by some miracle. From the adjacent car door - the one not ruined! - an Neo League official emerges and announces Marisol the victor for the unseen cameras. Dazed, the half-Spaniard girl says nothing; instead, she sways in place before she mutters, "I need to sit down."
As for the other fighter? Officials scamper out, hurrying to get poor Birdie medical attention, should he really need it. But he's a big man and a bigger fighter - he will recover fast and easily enough, won't he?
COMBATSYS: Marisol takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:02:38 10/20/2007 by Birdie, and last modified on 06:21:38 10/23/2007.