Description: He was beaten into a pulp. The End.
Today, in Southtown, there is a bar. Not only any bar, but a great bar of bar proportions. Super bars of epic bar proportions. And today, in one of the many bars, Birdie sits, at the counter, drinking down one beer after another, chug chug chugging from when he had his first some hours ago. He's still sober, but a little tipsy.
"Hahaha. This stuffs great. And I get it almost for free." Birdie states, chugging down the next pitcher. The barkeep looks and shakes his head, "Wait, but it's full pri-" "I SAID ALMOST FOR FREE BLOKE, are you bloody deaf? Oi, terrible service." Birdie snorts, sucking down more beer as if he needed it to breathe.
This bar might just be a terrible bar after all, but Birdie will forget about that in another drink or so, as it is almot for free, after all. He is paying. Something.
The large man hunches over, clothes in his usual attire. And his hair, she sparkles. Ding.
Also, on the same day of the same month, in the exact same bar, there was another man. Bursting into the door, in came a diminutive little dwarf of a man. Unlike the massive british poundcake, he wasn't here for all-day drinking. He was here for something far most tasty.
See, Choi was not a very attractive man. Not at all. However, in bars, there is a fabulous invention. Traditionally used for unattractive females, it works extremely well for men like the Korean. I am, of course, discussing beer goggles. Yes, these magical lens are capable of making even the most tasteful woman want to give a sample of the McChoi. With a thin slice of meat between cheese and a bun, this man was all about the secret sauce.
Until he got a chance for that, though, he needed to get his OWN sauce. Courage was needed for missions like this, and the Dutch variety was certainly an effective one. He trundles over to the bar counter, and looks at Birdie nervous. A loud, large Brit. The Korean adjusts his hat, and looks at his waist. His lovely gloves were barely dangling from the inside of his shirt. Big people were not Choi's friend, unless they were Chang. And this man did NOT look like a Chang.
Carefully moving down the bar, the Korean pulls himself up on a stool 3 down from Birdie. He waves over at the bartender, and gives a quick hoot. "Hey! Buddy Boy! Scotch! And make it quick!" He turns around on the stool, keeping his balance on the bar as he leaned back. It was time to observe... the field.
Birdie is just drinking, still, just sitting there even as the other man comes in. He just watches and waits, drinking for all he is worth. And then as the little man comes in and moving about, Birdie shrugs. He doesn't really notice him at first.
Birdie lets Choi be Choi for the own purpose that he's Birdie. He surely doesn't care, even as Choi gets up on a stoolnot too long for a while. Birdie would look, blink, and shrug, drinking some more down.
Other people drinking? That's fine with him. He really doesn't care. It's one of those things that Birdie just can deal with. You want beer? Beer's good. Birdie can deal with beer. Mmm Beer.
Beer and midgets. Sure, that's even better.
And then, Choi turns at Birdie. And gives him the death glare from behind his glasses. Did... did he just think what Choi thought he thought? He thought so. Slowly rising up from his stool, he stares over at the massive british Haircut. He reaches over to his side, and grabs his whiskey that was sent for him. He takes a suddenly, hard shot, and cringes. Holding to the side of the counter to regain his balance, he resumes his glaring at the Brit.
There was nothing Choi hated more than someone thinking he was short. And this man... he knew that this guy HAD to have thought about him being short. He just had that look in his eye. Plus, his HAIR was making those subtle gestures. Oh, what a bastard. Height AND hair. It wasn't fair. He HAD to do something about it. And then, he decides to do something about it.
Clearing his throat, he summons up some of that fresh courage coarsing through his veins. With a clear tone of distaste, he snaps at the massive man. "Hey. Squidhead. Do you think I'm short or something?"
Birdie blinks, hearing that Choi is, indeed, calling him. At first, the massive brit doesn't move, his mug in his hands. But then Choi continues, calling him a squid head. Birdie blinks. What the hell? He's no squid head.
Birdie snorts, turning to the smaller man. He's just staring at him now, but with all the alcohol in him, he's easy to set off. Real easy. And calling him a squid head? Yeah, that's no good.
"Yeah, what the hell do you think, bloke? You're like, three inches tall or some shit. Get some high heels or something. Whatever. That's not my business you know?" Birdie snorts, "You're just a damned midget. Midget's are always fun to look at while you drink beer. I dunno why, just a culture thing I guess." Birdie sips.
"And squidhead? The fuc do you mean?"
Choi's hand tightens on his shot glass. He was right. He DID call him short. And worse. Birdie acted like Choi was the only one at fault. And calling him a midget? Only the Korean's player can call him that!
The midget's whole body tenses up. That whiskey was already putting him whole levels of drunken rage. Having the body of an 11 year old girl tends to make you a teetoller. At least drinking is cheap! However, optimism was not he focus here. The focus was offense. And what offense was taken here! Choi growls, seething in his rage. "Well. I call you a squid head for a simple reason..." The dwarf begins, calmly.
And then, ending his calmness, he hurls the glass straight for the Limey's skull. "BECAUSE OF YOUR BIG RUBBERY LIPS, JACKASS!" The little man howls. And there, he stands indignant, waiting for a reaction to his bold, suicidal move.
COMBATSYS: Choi has started a fight here.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Birdie has joined the fight here.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Birdie
COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Choi's Thrown Object.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Birdie
Birdie just looks down to Choi as the midget begins to do something. Speak once more. And the midget YES YOU CHOI YOU'RE A MIDGIT begins to act terrible annoyed. The larger black man just seems to not care. At all.
"Yeah. You're a midgit. What about it?" Birdie asks with a sip. And then, well, Choi seems to really want to get back at Birdie for that. And he does actually, hurling the glass straight for the man's skull... where it shatters. He doesn't even try to escape it. "Hahaha." Birdie snorts, blood here and there. "Is that all you little bloody git?!" The man calls, graping his own mug glass.
And then hurling it towards Choi, "You little bastard! I'll teach you to call me that!" Birdie cries as he pushes off, hurling the mighty glass mug down towards Choi. It's a meteor just watch.
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Choi with Thrown Object.
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Choi 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Birdie
Choi's courage is quickly replaced with urine when the large British man just takes it. At that moment, it becomes obvious to Choi that he is dealing with not just any large man. But an angry, drunk man that could probably eat you. AND cut you in half with his hair. AND eat you in the process. And naturally, the British Man responds to Choi's little glass with his massive mug. Curse the symbolism!
Choi yelps as he takes the mug squarely in his chest. He first crashes into several stools along the counter, and seems to fall down amongst them. He doesn't move. Then subtly, he reaches down, and plucks out his gloves. Adjusting both of them on, he lies there, waiting. And then, he strikes.
Dwarf rolls up on his legs into a squat. He grins wildly, claws singing as he whirrs them along. And with a howl, he leaps through the air at the bigger brute. Spinning through the air like a football, he keeps his gloves out. He isn't going for anything subtle or technique. He is just out for blood. Like HE is going to take this crap from someone twice his size.
COMBATSYS: Birdie interrupts Houkou Tenkan from Choi with Bull Spike.
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Choi 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Birdie
Choi can forgoe subtility all he wants. Birdie's just going to give as good as he's got, especialy as the man is coming right at his face once more, aiming to claw him up. Birdie snorts. "You're a little bloody small for this ride, ain'cha. Well bloke, I'll let you ride this time." Birdie huffs as the man scratches at his face.
And Birdie doesn't move. Instad, mid way, Birdie grasps a hold of Choi, actualy beginning to bash his head into the man, once, twice, three times. Over and over again as the little man squirms to get out of his massive grip of both hands!
And then, if it wasn't enough, the hair of the man? Well, Choi finds out that Birdie' hair is not decoration as he actually uses it to toss Choi up and over Birdie's head, into the air and maybe into the back of the bar. "That's what you damnn'd get! Hah! Bloke!"
Spike? Bull! The Korean caught in midair. And with a dull look over his face, he gets headbutted. Headbanging? Are you some sort of punk rocker? In any case, Choi's head on experience is the worst of this whole frenzy. Especially since it was applied directly to forehead. And thankfully, he is tossed away from the beat down. What a way to go!
Smashing against the reverse rack of bottles, the Korean drops down somewhere behind the bar. While this may seem like a great idea at first, Choi is now out of sight. And once the midget stops seeing blood, he takes advantage of this. He scurries along the ground, diving out an opening on the side. He had to get the Big man flanked. All three of them. "Bloke? I'll show you bloke, Buddy Boy!" He shouts before entering a coughing fit. He runs faster and faster on all fours, trying to get behind our weird-haired brute. And then, with little warning, the little man breaks into a roll, diving down between Birdie's legs! At least, he would have made it, if he hadn't decided to explode in an upward backflip kick at the last moment. If you can endure that, you have bollocks.
Or you don't.
COMBATSYS: Birdie blocks Choi's Hien Zan.
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Choi 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Birdie
The Midget keeps coming, so Birdie's just paying attetion to where's he's going. Why on earth for? Because he's a big man. He has big needs. And some of those big needs are needed to out big Choi, which, isn't as hard as it sounds, is pretty difficult if the grasshopper that Choi really is keeps him moving.
And all that moving and grooving is exactly what Birdie needs. Running fast before driving for Birdie's legs, large hands come down, rolling forward before coming to a stop, the arms come down and then, blam, well, he fires up! And then Birdie is just sat back a bit! Well, pushing back, Birdie snorts.
"Well, I'll break you!" Birdie calls, "Bloke or no bloke! I'll break you! Ah hah hah!" Birdie calls, before pushing forward, attempting to grab Choi's leg, and then thrust him into the ground, hard! But first he has to catch him! Which he will try. Ho ho.
COMBATSYS: Choi endures Birdie's Quick Throw.
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Choi 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Birdie
Well, Choi is caught. Naturally, this is terrible for the Korean. Right? I mean, Birdie is a big guy. He can throw HARD. And Choi. Well. Choi is just a little fellow. It is like throwing a little sparrow. You take the little bird in your hand, wind up, and hurl it really hard against a tree. And the little creature cannot help but fall through the air...
Until it flies away.
Choi cannot fly.
Instead, when he hits the ground, he just rolls with it. And keeps on rolling with it. In fact, if it wasn't for the broken glass, he would have been just fine! But broken glass in broken glass. And soon, this inconvenient mess would make things very convenient for the midget.
There is a crunching sound as the dwarf pulls himself up. Tightening his hat again, he flips up the tip. "Break? That sounds great." He shakes his arms, loosening them. Blood was trickling over his eyes again, as well as over his nipples and belly button. His crack is still safe, however. That is a relief to the women reading this log. That's right. I am talking to YOU.
And then, he hugs himself. With a series of hoots, he begins to spin faster and faster around. Wind howls around him as the glass shards are lifted up. And then stools. And then... rabbit's feet? Yes! The Bartender's cache of rabbit's feet from under the floor boards are liberated! Spinning around like a cyclone, the Korean shouts over the whirling maelstrom. "HOW ABOUT YOU... TAKE A BREAK, BUDDY BOY!"
And with that, the Choinado charges at Birdie.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Birdie with Shin! Tatsumaki Shinkuu Zan.
- Power hit! -
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Choi 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Birdie
Choi-nado's obviously hate black people, because as soon as Birdie's running right towards him, the man just doesn't even seem to care. And still, even as dwarf comes at him. Well, he's burning. At least, partially burnging. But now Birdie's pretty burning too since Choi layed some sort of smack down on him.
The choinado comes right into him, spinning like a cyclone directly into the larger man, chi searing into the man's skin as he fights against it, but he cannot. He's too swept up to get in there and thusl thrown about, striking him and charging him right into the ground.
Birdie snorts. That wasn't supposed to happen at all! But it's alright. He's still fine, even if he's bleeding from the nose.
And from there, Birdie just snorts. "That's it buddy, I'm tired of you!" And so, Birdie does what he does best. He charges at Choi, chain up, aiming to wrap it about his head. AND CHOKE.
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Choi with Bad Scrap.
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Choi 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 Birdie
Choi slowly winds down from his wild spinaroo. With his hacking/slashing storm done with, it was back to being beaten like a limp rag doll.
Or was it?
When Birdie moves in to ensnare Choi, the Korean was dizzy. But not done for. He glares at Birdie, teeth bared. "Oh, come on. You are going to have to move faster than that." He gloats, leaping to his left.
Into a wall.
With Choi trapped in Birdie's chain, he is introduced to a whole new dimension of kinky. Choke Choke Choke. Choi makes strange gasping noises as he flails about. Panicking, he suddenly strikes out with his claws at Birdie's neck, trying to get him off him.
COMBATSYS: Birdie fails to interrupt Quick Strike from Choi with Jab Punch.
- Power fail! -
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Choi 0/-------/---====|=======\======-\1 Birdie
Birdie watches Choi coming towards him. Oh he does, oh ho ho he does. Even as Birdie is coming, Birdie just watches Choi. Even as he's flailing about, Birdie fires a single punch towards Choi, attempting to strike him. "Hahaha! Boy! Stop trying to get out of there!" Birdie cries, but then, oh no! Birdie's action is for not.
As he hurls the punch, Choi gets free, thrashing Birdie back towards the grond. The monolith still stands, but he's not too happy. "urgh! Stop moving!" Birdie cries with a bite, "I'll kick your bloody ass!"
Choi makes some very loud hacking and gasping noises, rolling his neck around. He was a bit worried. Mostly on the nature of the fact that, despite everything, Birdie was holding back on him. And the fact he seemed to enjoy taking hits just to pound the little man into the concrete. Making a concerned whimper, he made another shaking gesture. He needed to hit him fast. He was lucky last hit. A little... too lucky. The Korean glances over at all the rabbit feet strewn about. Maybe it was a sign.
Maybe it wasn't.
The Korean starts his charge again. Instead of rolling, however, he begins spinning. Again. Far smaller than his last massive whirlwind, instead this strike was all about claws. Holding his claws out wide, he began circling Birdie, trying to whittle his defenses down. And hopefully NOT get punched in the jaw during the process.
COMBATSYS: Birdie Toughs Out Choi's Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan!
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Choi 0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Birdie
Well there's a sign, if anything, that Birdie was tired of having to deal with Choi's antics, quite literally throwing himself at the man at his next attack. If anything, he's going to be pushing himself into the line of fire, even if it means that he could technically continue the chain of Choi dominating.
This, however, is cut short as Birdie finds purchase in the strike, even as Coi whirlwinds, moving at speeds that one cannot imagine. Cutting and searing, Birdie fires himself into the strike, a single punch following behind him, striking out to end everything of Choi. Everything.
EVERYTHING. It's a fast one. And it has added power onto it too.
"Just shup and sit the hell down already!" Birdie cries, annoyed still. RIGHT AT CHOI'S JAW.
Because jaw punches are awesome.
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Choi with Jab Punch.
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Choi 1/------=/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Birdie
Spin Spin Spin STOP.
Hammer Time!
Choi's mostly useless harrying is quickly halted by a single, smooth punch. Choi's jaw is unhinged by the smooth counter attack. Knocked flying, he smashes in the wall. HARD. In fact, he goes clean through. Which would be funny, except this is the real world. And that is brick. The dwarf drops to the ground with an audible thump. He just lays there, silently.
Is this the end of Choi?
COMBATSYS: Choi takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Choi can no longer fight.
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Birdie 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|
Yes. It is.
Birdie watches as the midget crashes directly into he wall, and from there, stops moving. Birdie snorts, "Serves ya right, you damn'ed midgit." And from there, the man throws a bunch of bills on the front of the bar, and just graps a whole keg as he moves out the door. He payed for a lot of things as Choi falls to the ground.
Birdie just moves, leaving there with the rest of the keg. "Haha. That was damned fun. Hope I didn't kill the guy." Birdie mentions to himself as he walks and drinks.
And Birdie goes, on forever as he walks. Walk walk walk. Today was an eventful day.
COMBATSYS: Birdie has ended the fight here.
Log created on 16:10:15 04/22/2008 by Choi, and last modified on 19:27:52 04/22/2008.