Neo League 601 - #603: Acacia vs Birdie

Description: Join the Neo League! Engage in dramatic battle, spanning exotic locales with the sheer excitement of martial energy! FIGHT FOR THE FUTURE! Or, well, that's what all the marketing stuff says. But, well, you know the economy hasn't been so great, and there's been all sorts of budget cuts lately. Which is why we've got Acacia and Birdie fighting in...well, it was cheap, okay? Anyway, the second floor boy's toilet at Taiyo High is a perfectly respectable place for elegant violence. Honest. (Winner: Acacia)



Sometimes, you gotta wonder what those Neo League organizers are smoking.

Probably the same stuff the SNF people have, really. Seems like they've got the same dealer.

If not the same budget.

While the folks at SNF have absolutely no qualms with flying fighters to the furthest corners of the globe to engage in the weirdest most wonderfully zany fights possible, our friends in the Neo League have a far tighter financial margin. Market share, don'tchaknow. Terribly competative industry. That means at times they just gotta make do with what venues are available.

Case in point.

This second-floor hallway in Taiyo High is packed to overflowing with students...and a few token League officials and crew to manage the crowd. Most of them can't actually -see- anything, mind you, because the only actual view of the action is through one very narrow doorway. A doorway marked in blue with the traditional time-honoured outline of a standing man.

Yeap. This is the BOYS' TOILET.

Which is rather awkward, really, because one of the fighters inside said lavatory isn't male. Acacia Gillespie stands at one end of the room, near the stalls. She's currently looking away from the wall-mounted cameras, her gaze resting upon, well, one of the urinals against the wall.

Her nose wrinkles slightly.

"They don't," she observes, "pay us enough for this."

Yeah, that doesn't make sense at all does it. Well, it might, but it might not.

All that's for sure is that Birdie is thinking the same thing. A boy's bathroom? What the hell is wrong with everyone. What, was the girls bathroom too dainty or something to do it? Maybe cause they're the fairer sex? Whatever the reason is, Birdie doesn't give a damn.

And he doesn't give a damn about Taiyo either.

Case in point, Birdie gives no damns! Hell, if they wanted any one else to fight here, well they might have had to hire a construction company, or should I say DE-construction company, since this place is going to get demolished.

Birdie is there, fitting his 7'1" body in there. It's not really a tight fit, but to say, it's a fit. And we'll leave it at that. He looks towards Acacia when he sees her and blink.

"Chick-a-dee, what the in the bloody 'ell are you doing in the boys bathroom?" He snorts, "you don't see enough of it on line? Geet outa here. There's a fight takin' place."

Apparently Birdie thinks Acacia is a name for a boy. Especially if they're in BOYS bathroom. He doesn't touch anything... yet. It's like he was born in the rest room. It suits him perfectly.

Yeah, it's got the same smell as his mouth. Acacia blinks, once, her brows creasing into a faintly incredulous look. She lifts her head, staring at Birdie.

With slow deliberate movements, she crosses her arms, folding them under her chest. She's not precisely the most gifted of women, especially not on the pneumatically-inclined fighting circuit. Her physique's distinctly understated. It is, nonetheless, there all the same. She taps one booted foot against the bathroom tiles, the heavy rubber sole making a loud rapping sound.

"I'm your opponent," she replies, levelly, "though God knows why."

Birdie looks down towards the smaller fighter. To be fair, however, everyone save a few titans are smaller than Birdie. He's silent for a moment. He blinks, his face contorting in such a way to look at Acacia in an incredilous way.

And then, he back up with a smirk. "Oh. I get it. I get it." Birdie states, tapping his chin. "This is a joke, right. You're just standing in for a moment. Hawh hawhhhhh! That was a damn good one, bloke! Damn good one." Birdie states, chuckling a bit.

"Alright then, short stack, you've been a laugh riot but I think you'd better get out before the fight starts. Some poor loser is up against me. Heh. I'm going to tie him into a pretzel." Birdie states with a shit eating grin, laying up against the wall.

Man he's full of himself.

Yeah, he's a thug. They're all sure of themselves. And to prove it, his enourmous size and open shirt show that he's not all just talk.

"Well?"

"I'm not a 'him'," Acacia answers, in that same conversational tone of voice. Her inflection is calm, perfectly controlled. Her face is neutral, a mask that betrays no hint of ire or irritation.

"But I am your opponent."

She says that in a completely matter-of-fact way, speaking just loudly enough to be heard over the boisterous school crowd outside. Her soft words echo gently round the bathroom interior. Good acoustics. Pity about the ventilation.

She regards Birdie dispassionately, sizing the other fighter up, from mohawk to muscles.

Then she snorts, softly.

And moves. One foot slams into the bathroom floor, hard enough to crack the tiles, sending chips of glazed debris spinning in her wake. She lunges forward, leading with a tightly clenched fist, black leather tightening across her knuckles.

COMBATSYS: Acacia has started a fight here.

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Acacia           0/-------/-------|


COMBATSYS: Birdie has joined the fight here.

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Acacia           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Birdie


COMBATSYS: Birdie Toughs Out Acacia's Strong Punch!

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Acacia           0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0           Birdie


Oh, so you're Birdie's opponent? That totally throws him for a loop. One eye raises over the other one. Looking at the girl, he's just stumped on what the hell he should do.

And then he remember. Oh right. Kick the ever loving hell out of her. But he's surprised by even with such a large man standing up to her and pushing her down, that she stands her ground. Obviously there's gotta be more to her than there looks to be.

"HAH! Alright, chick-a-dee. I'll believe you." He states with a little attitude. Fine. Whatever! He'll beat her up and fight his real opponent. But, no wait, this is really his opponent.

Her voice rings about, even over the rather weird setting. A foot comes down, shattering Birdie's thoughts for a moment. Oh. Well, a stomp to shatter tile? Now that's sort of dis heartening. And then a punch rockets its way into Birdie's chest, the tightly clenched fist striking the mans well toned chest. It even makes a sound as it connects. He doesn't move. Far. But the tiles underneath have a boot trail left underneath.

"Nice try," Birdie states, his face fighting showing the obvious pain in the strike, but it's impossible. That damn hurt. "But now I'll treat you like how you wanna be treated! Haha." Birdie exclaims, saliva and spit going everywhere from where from his blubbering.

Birdie's massive arms come around to attempt to bear hug Acacia, and if he gets a handle of the situation, he's going going to squeeze. And then? Hurl her into the wall... and the urinals!

COMBATSYS: Acacia Toughs Out Birdie's Bad Scrap!

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Acacia           0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0           Birdie


"Yeah," Acacia retorts, "right."

The massive arms close around her, pinning her own arms to her sides. His muscles contract around her lean frame, pressing against the battered fabric of Acacia's jacket. She grimaces faintly, but that's all the reaction she gives.

Before she snaps her head up, her skull blasting straight for the other fighter's face and nose. A brutally simple honest-to-God headbutt, while she's still tightly in his grasp.

This is a freaking lavatory, after all. What were you expecting, -elegant- martial arts?

"Whatever happened," she growls, "to dinner and a movie?"

COMBATSYS: Acacia successfully hits Birdie with Quick Punch.

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Acacia           0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0           Birdie


Well, Birdie wasn't expecting that all of a sudden. Maybe he did. But like hell he was going to say anything about it. As Acacia struggles in his arms, he's only got a moment to really breathe. And yeah it strikes pretty dead on. Her head strikes his nose and face, leaving a little imprint there, causing himself to drop her.

He backs up a little under the pain, still looking towards her. "How bout I just say you gotta act real nice like a girl to be treated like one," Birdie snarls, "You can't have to best of both worls." He states stepping back in towards Acacia. His moments are slow but sure as he goes. And there is one thing for sure.

When he does get close to Acacia, he's firing off his right fist right where she stands. It's fast enough to streak at Acacia, but the sheer size of it makes up for that fact.

It's a freight train, docking into the station of Acacia's face. How she could miss it is beyond reason.

COMBATSYS: Acacia blocks Birdie's Medium Punch.

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Acacia           0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0           Birdie


Nope. Definitely a fist, right there. Clear as day. Acacia isn't the sharpest tool in the metaphorical box, but she's got enough of an edge to see a hammer punch coming when she does. By the time Birdie swings, though, she's fully regained her balance, her combat boots scraping across the floor of the bathroom, digging into the tiled surface. She lifts a hand, intercepting the blow with one rigid forearm. She slams her arm into Birdie's, redirecting the force of the punch to the side - a startling amount of strength in her lean frame.

Her eyes narrow.

Then she smiles sweetly.

Before she stomps one foot -hard- into the floor. More tiles crack in a spray of razor shards, followed by chips of concrete as a chi-forced shockwave erupts from below, the wavefront spreading forward to engulf Birdie. And hopefully send him flying back into the ceremic sinks and wall-mounted mirrors, with all their potential sharp bits.

COMBATSYS: Birdie fails to interrupt Mass Breaker from Acacia with Bull Spike.

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Acacia           0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0           Birdie


Well, you know. Some times you gotta barrel in HEAD FIRST. This was not one of those times. As Birdie found himself throwing himself straight into the blow, Acacia is already, well, coming at him pretty much. But not really her.

He already though she was going to be throwing another punch, or a kick. But wow Birdie was surprised when, out of nowhere, a railgun of energy exploded out of the ground! It doesn't make any sense to him as he throws himself forward.

It catches, sinking him back and backwards, attemtping to throw him, and actually, tossing him against the wall.

He lands with a powerful thud looking to Acacia. "Yeah, yeah." He states, getting up even with the energy and debris about his figure.

"Say what you want. I'm makin' it harder on myself.

Acacia arches one eyebrow, giving him a look. She stands with one foot planted in the floor, a mass of cracks extending from the impact crater around her dust-coated boot.

"What's hard?"

Her smile broadens into a faintly mocking expression. She doesn't raise her voice, though, doesn't change her tone. It's still a flat mid-alto, just barely loud enough to be heard.

"Your head?"

Broken tiles shift and splinter as Acacia shifts her footing. She brings her hands together, crackling her knuckles.

"Which one?"

Movement, then, as she thrusts an arm forward, palm open, looking to send Birdie spinning back into the sinks behind him. Hopefully he'll catch a hard metal faucet on his /spine/.

COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Acacia's Quick Throw.

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Acacia           0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1           Birdie


Birdie gets up, even as Acacia begins to act tough. He's still getting up. He doesn't damn care about what's going on as much as he thirsts for chucking her around.

As ACacia bcontinues to move again, he leans against the wall. "Ha ha ha. Damn you think you're all that. Like anyone would want to do you." Birdie chuckles. "You're as flat as a pancake." Birdie mutters as she cracks her knuckles.

Birdie is a thug that doesn't try to hit on any girl. Because he'd probably break them. It wouldn't be pretty.

Acacia thrusts and arm out towards Birdie, and he does fly. He gets thrown back into the sinks. But even as he does, he doesn't stay there long. Even with the pain coursing through his body. "You know I've just had a bout enough of you." He mutters.

"And that's all I damn know!" He calls, reaching out to get a good feel of Acacia, and hurl her through the door and into the toilets.

Maybe he'll have time to even give her a swirlee.

COMBATSYS: Acacia interrupts Medium Throw from Birdie with Stonewall.

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Acacia           0/-------/-----==|=======\=====--\1           Birdie


He grabs her, alright. And he does indeed send her flying, on a rough aerial trajectory through the door of the nearest cubicle.

There's just one small detail.

When he grabbed her, Acacia latched her own hand round Birdie's wrist, slender fingers tightening in an iron grasp.

And when he throws her, in all defiance of physics, Acacia -refuses to let go-. She drags him along with her, hauling the /much larger/ fighter along for the ride.

There's a simple explanation, really. It has to do with chi and infusion of one's body - a technique Acacia's an expert in, increasing or mitigating the effects of the world upon her body's otherwise slight mass.

For Birdie, though...

Reconstituted wood shatters as the poor cubicle just gives way under the awesome abuse, breaking beneath the weight of two bodies. Acacia swings the other fighter round in mid-air, such that /he/ takes the brunt of the abuse. And they go crashing through the partitions...and onto the toilet itself. Hard enough that the cistern and bowl shatter in an eruption of grimy ceremic pieces and geysering water.

Birdie can feel everything being destroyed as he's move to through her. Birdie's grabbed as well, a large figure getting hurled as she goes. Maybe C.Jack felt like this, and that's why he went under for a while. Anyways, Birdie feels helpless, for one reason or another. He's dragged and he can't escape, being thrown into the cubicle, his body acting like a battering ram.

When it's all over, Birdie's still there, but he's pretty beat ragged. He looks towards Acacia and he shakes his head. "Damn I'm tired of you." he states, "really tired of you." Birdie spits blood out of his mouth as he gets back up.

"But like hell if it's going to save you, bloke." He rasps, forcing himself to his feet. And once there, he's throwing himself right at Acacia. Hurling himself like a rocket towards her, attempting to stab her with his hairdoo, and after that, beat the ever loving hell out of her with his monsterous fists. And the only thing he stops for is?

Nothing. He doesn't damn care. He'll break the place up if he has to.

COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Acacia with The Birdie MAX.

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Acacia           0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0           Birdie


Acacia stumbles to a halt, crashing into the far wall of the bathroom. The bathroom that is, increasingly, resembling a minor war zone. She hauls herself upright by gripping the flush mechanism of a conveniently situated urinal, scowling as she levers herself to her feet - a process that brings her face a little too close to the bottom trough of the toilet fixture.

Not that she notices, really. She's too busy twitching from that pounding. Oh yeah, that'll leave a bruise in the morning.

She's standing, though. She's on her feet. And her eyes flash behind strands of silver hair as she glares at Birdie.

"Hn," she snorts, spitting out a mouthful of phlegm flecked with blood.

Curling one hand into a tightly balled fist, she takes a step forward. Then another. Then she closes the distance with a retaliatory punch.

COMBATSYS: Birdie blocks Acacia's Strong Punch.

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Acacia           0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0           Birdie


Birdie looks up towards Arcia. Yeah this is getting crazy now. Even as he tosses Acacia around and pounds her, he's half expecting her to kick his ass. Again. Well, he's not going to let that happen! (If he can help it). Still, even as Acacia moves to throw another strong headed punch directly towards him, he's done messing around. As it comes, his arms come up to stop it. It's like little steel.

"Haw haw. Now is where it gets interesting, right?" Birdie states with a grin, just sitting down for the moment. "Come and get me then, chick-a-dee. I'm waiting." He's just minding his own business, sitting on the broken floor.

Yeah, he's asking for it as he takes a breather.

COMBATSYS: Birdie gains composure.

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Acacia           0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0           Birdie


"Fine," Acacia says, simply, her eyes hard and cold. If he's not getting up, she'll -make- him pay attention. She takes one step forward, then shoots out an arm. Propelled by chi-enhanced muscles, she sends a hand racing out to grab hold of the ridiculously spiky mohawk crowning Birdie's scalp. Now, trying to -touch- that thing is probably not the wisest of moves, but Acacia's beyond caring at this point. She does her level best to grab the other fighter by the hair, -haul- him up, and just bodily send him flying into the nearest urinal and all its encrusted contents. Head first.

COMBATSYS: Acacia successfully hits Birdie with Strong Throw.
- Power hit! -

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Acacia           0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1           Birdie


Birdie's hair is grabbed? Say it isn't so!

And it isn't so. He doesn't spike the hell out of her like she so deserves. But instead, for some reason, he tries to block. It's almost like he forgot that he can stab people with his hair. But that is his problem right there.

So as he's thrown into the urinal head first, he breaks right through it. The head pierces the suramic and he's sent flying through. All well and that, he certainly is none too happy about it, covered in pee as he looks towards Acacia.

And with that, he actually just attempts to head butt the hell out of her.

It's not going to hit, and if it does, he'll introduce her to a new world of pain by slinging her into the toliet. Head first. Otherwise, he topples over.

COMBATSYS: Birdie can no longer fight.

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Acacia           0/-------/=======|


COMBATSYS: Acacia fails to interrupt Bull Revenger from Birdie with Unyielding Stance.
- Power fail! -

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Acacia           1/-----==/=======|


Acacia groans. She's sprawled out in the shattered remains of the toilet cubicle, sitting awkwardly - and very painfully - on a half-cracked toilet seat, her back resting against the cistern. With an effort of will and the nearly audible sound of clicking vertabrae, she lifts her head and neck. Fingers scrabbling for a grip on the wall, she pulls herself back to her feet, standing on unsteady legs.

Oh dear /God/, that /sucked/.

Being headbutted by a man with a urine-soaked scalp is not an experience she'll want to repeat anytime soon.

Nevermind the fact that she's the one who slammed his face into the urinal in the first place. That's -not the point-. Someone needs to take the blame for this, and it damn well isn't gonna be her.

Hissing something unprintable under her breath, Acacia stumbles past - hell, walks straight /over - the collapsed form of Birdie, occupying the entire front of the toilet stall. She stomps out of the cubicle, weaving like a drunken soldier after a three-day weekend pass.

"God," she mutters, out loud. It isn't clear whether it's a curse or a short prayer.

"Really not paid enough for this."

COMBATSYS: Acacia has ended the fight here.

Log created on 16:07:41 02/29/2008 by Acacia, and last modified on 16:24:26 03/01/2008.