Description: A rematch between two burly Brits! Watch ebony and ivory unite in this smashtastic Neo League as Preston fights Birdie, and Birdie fights Preston, and hunger! But will the outcome be the same as last time?! Special guest appearance by a fridge. (Spoiler: Winner - Birdie)
There is something to be said about wrestling. Giant people and bear fighters take part in it!
But there is something to be said about BRAWLING. And old spot that was entirely forgotten when wrestling took the stage and begun to make millions of dollars as well. But that has absolutely no real connection to todays BRAWL between Birdie and another guy!
Some one named PRESTON. A guy he entirely remembers from last time. Maybe its his large feet or ears that Preston was angry about. Something like that he wasn't damn sure, but there is something to be said for being able to fight in the YFCC. You have to break as many things inside of it to crush the dreams and home of up and coming fighters that don't want their dreams shattered!
It's really important to shatter it really those kids are being pampered! At least Birdie thinks so. He grew up on the streets and look how he turned out! The very depiction of perfection. Haha yeah. You betcha. Showing up as huge as he always was and wearing the same Birdie clothes, one would expect Birdie to be Birdie. And he sure happens to be as well! "Hahaha. Watch kids, this is why you gotta run away and become a thug! Gahahaha!"
And a nice flex from Birdie. Show the kids a man!
Yes, it's definitely required to smash and bash as much crap as possible. And while this may theoretically be a 'home town' for Preston, he cannot say that he's... "Never seen this place before," the Brit finishes the narration, frowning as he walks through the doors and into the interior of the center. As he does so, he slips a paper into his pocket; it's nothing interesting, just filler for a pose.
Immediately he begins stripping, readying himself for the upcoming fight as he makes his way through the crowd, nudging past people. Some recognize him as the opposing fighter; most either don't or are too busy watching Birdie flex away.
Thus, by the time Preston reaches the area loosely set aside for the brawl, the Brit is shirtless and has his oar resting across his broad shoulders. And as his gaze sets on Birdie, he finds himself looking up. An odd feeling of déjà vu settles down upon his burly shoulders. His mouth opens. "Christ, you're still black."
It seems that the Brit remembers this particular opponent. And despite the seemingly offensive words, there's a slight grin on the young man's face. He may not be aiming to be quite as offensive as he was last time; this is a good chance for him to see how he's progressed since last he crossed paths with the black wall known as Birdie.
So without further adieu, he lifts the oar and beckons, whether the fight officials are ready or not. His knuckles pop as his free hand clenches into a fist; he's ready! "Let's do this," he advises.
COMBATSYS: Preston has started a fight here.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Birdie has joined the fight here.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Birdie
Birdie is entirely busy posing here to notice that... wait a second he is still black! Well damn of course he is! Birdie is a black brit! And apparently he recognizes why Preston gave him so much shit some time ago. It was cause of his race and nothing else. Mid posing, Birdie simply freezes, lowering his arms adown as he turns about, both eyes drawing across the room to where Preston is stripping. At first, Birdie snorts, still looking towards the man.
"Yeah." Birdie states, "And you're still ugly." Birdie announces as he hunches over, forgetting about drawing the crowd to him, that's not important anymore. What is important is kicking some ass. Some Preston ass. Some ass that needs to be kicked. Peering towards the other brit, Birdie grunts, "Little too." The larger man states looking about. He loves a good fight. And Preston? Well, he's a good fight.
Last time he remembers, but he didn't remember who won. Well, damn that doesn't matter right now. What matters is who wins this one. The thug looks about. There's a lot of stuff here to use as weapons in case, and even still, Preston is probably thinking the same thing. Great. As the man pops his knuckles and lifts his ore, Birdie wastes no time.
"Haha, yeah. If you think you're not ready then it's too late, bloke." Birdie calls as he takes a powerful step forward, followed by an equally as powerful strike, aiming right towards Preston's chest. A punch with a little power behind it, none the less. "Gyahhhh!"
COMBATSYS: Preston endures Birdie's Medium Punch.
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Preston 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Birdie
After being declared both 'little' and 'ugly,' the white Brit (since further descriptors are necessary at this stage) simply winks at Birdie, apparently willing to play along. There's really no need for vicious, cutting and potentially witty commentary here. The two of them are what they are; burly Brits, destined for pain.
Thus, it begins. Birdie lurches forward and slings that punch, and Preston fails to step away. If anything, he leans forward at the same moment, letting the strike threaten to break his sternum as he in turn opts to lash out. In a show of brute strength, he resists the force that Birdie applies and streams forward; his free hand slams forward, aiming to catch the taller man by the throat.
"Raaarrgghhh!" he roars as he exerts. And then, the impossible.
He seeks to single-handedly lift Birdie into the air, as chi manifests in the air behind him. Shards of it shimmer for but a moment before they slash forward, aiming to rip into the taller brute. It's all simple physics, and right now, Preston defies it.
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Birdie with Cape Horn Fever.
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Preston 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Birdie
Birdie just looks right towards the white brit. Obviously he's just blinded because Preston is entirely white. Blindingly so, so when Birdie actually simply looks towards the man with a sort of sickness in his eye. "You need to get some damn color." Birdie snorts even as he recoils from the strike, his fist hitting hard, but as well, hits something hard.
But as Preston fires himself towards the large thug, Birdie's not entirely sure what to really do. He resists, and in turn, Birdie re-resists. Something that isn't possible, as Preston simply crashes into him and his throat, grabbing him and then lifts him into the air before the chi slashes into his figure. Birdie's hurting, snorting as he's let down, wounds about him as he wriggles out.
"You're so white you damn blinded me!" Birdie snorts, as he faulters. But not for long. Bringing himself up and forward, he begins to move towards Preston, like a bull, snorting and everything as he aims to lurch forward and crash into Preston powerfuly, using his hair as a point to push all his force.
It's all simply physics. Like if Preston isn't in the wait Birdie's going RIGHT INTO THE WALL.
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Preston with Bull Horn.
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Preston 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Birdie
It seems that Birdie is going to run his mouth, and the commentary -- as the two titans collide in a sea of manly muscle and wet chi-water -- brings a grin to the face of the burly (white) Brit. It's like looking into a very black mirror, he decides, as he lifts and assaults Birdie. Some would call it a hate crime.
For Preston, it's simply enjoyable; hurting people, that is, regardless of their color or race. "Yeah, that's not a bad one," Preston replies to the 'blinded' comment, flipping the oar in his hand, twirling the shaft as he waits to see what the Birdman does next. He doesn't have to wait long, as that thunderous impact hits the schoolkid instead of the wall. An attempt to defend goes awry, the sheer mass of Birdie proving too much for a forearm and oar to handle.
The wall ceases to exist as they both slam through it. Wood and plasterboard fly as they stomp into the next room, the two grappling as the oarman attempts to gain the upper-hand, if only that were possible.
"So what do you want me to say; I'm glad it ain't night, so I can actually see you?" Preston asks through clenched teeth, a tight grimace on his face; that hurt. Even for someone as big as he, with Birdie much the larger any contact between them is going to result in pain.
They twist and turn, muscles heaving as the center feels the pain of these two behemoths clashing within such (relatively) tight confines. "Such a fuckin' nice day outside," Preston adds, "pity you can't fuckin' tan."
So what's a Brit to do? He keeps it simply as the pithy comment flies; he swings the oar down low, aiming to cowtip Birdie right through another wall as he performs a sudden headbutt.
COMBATSYS: Birdie blocks Preston's Medium Strike.
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Preston 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Birdie
Birdie runs his mouth like any big black man does, just like he runs from other things. But what other things. Probably the police. Except Jiro, Birdie don't run from no Jiro's. Birdie runs after Jiro's to teach them the rules of the streets, foo!
And now, Birdie runs into Preston. Like a black wall Birdie comes down, the monolithic force of Birdie more powerful than a train, or perhaps as equally as powerful. Birdie ain't no super man. Crash, even as the kid attempts to defend himself, it just isn't enough. Birdie's too large to properly defend against sometimes. And the wall completely agrees, Birdie and Preston breaking through as the oarsman is brought along for the ride. And Birdie continues on, Preston continuing to fight on as he goes like againt a bull.
"Hahaha. Bloke you're getting good at this. Now hear me out, I was white once." Birdie snorts, "But then I got better!" Birdie chortles as he fights against Preston, muscle on muscle, clashing in the midst of everything. And then an oar is thrown. Birdie does nothing to stop it, back peddling as the oar moves to tip him. But it doesn't do its job well enough. Prestong throws the head butt, and Birdie simply brings up and arm to stop much of his head from breaking through.
"Hahaha! That's usin' your bloody head, bloke. But so is this!" The black thug calls, actually aiming to grasp a hold of Preston and use him as a battering ram, grasp and toss him right over him with a heave, maybe even through a wall.
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Preston with Medium Throw.
- Power hit! -
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Preston 1/--=====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Birdie
Now as it turns out, attempting to headbutt doesn't go so well for Preston. As he's about to discover, not a lot of this is. Is it racial karma, finally catching up with him? Surely not, for Birdie's running his mouth like only a trooper of the night can. "Oh, that's cute," Preston replies, seemingly amused. It's the amusement that costs him, as he actually cracks a grin in the middle of all this grappling.
Big Bad Birdie manages to grab a hold of the (white) Brit, and sends him on a trip he's not likely to forget anytime soon. It's a rare feat, but Birdie achieves it; Preston is sent flying, and he demolishes that wall like only Preston can. The unfortunate part is, he then crashes rather solidly into a fridge, and it's still standing as the school-goer slumps against it.
"Well fuck me, I do believe somethin' just popped," he grouses, using the fridge to support himself as he gets back to his feet. A quick roll of his shoulder -- and a rather large, grotesque pop -- and he seems to be back in action, if not significantly worse for wear.
Turning his gaze on Birdie, he finds himself seeing through red rather literally for a change. A gash across his forehead pours blood, and with a growl he twirls the oar into an offensive stance, hand over hand as he lunges close. What follows is not intended to be pretty; it's simply meant to hurt.
Leaping at Birdie, he brings the oar thundering down in an overhead that tears into the ceiling. At the same time, a spike of blue-white chi explodes from beneath Birdie in an attempt to send the black man skyward, just in time for a horrific collision!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Birdie with Azimuth Circle.
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Preston 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Birdie
Now, there's a physics lesson in everything here. Such as how much can two men do to a simple YFCC building?! Answer is, a lot! But that's okay, there are people all over putting up and taking down walls. Construction is given a great part in this world, one that will probably never disappear, given that there will always be humn house wreckers such as Preston and Birdie.
Even as Preston gets up and makes himself entirely known through the loud pop that not even an elephant dancing on bubble wrap can make, Birdie just looks towards the man. "Haha. You ain't no Ken barbie doll." Birdie states. Okay, that was pretty lame, but he had to miss one some time. But Birdie just didn't miss that. Birdie missed something else.
Something that reminds him what he lost was just not his lip! It was also his timing. Even as Preston comes right back up, bloody and battered, Birdie just charges, looking completely fine. But it was a matter of time. The oar is twirled, and it comes right down.
But Birdie is launched into the sky by chi, thrown like a mighty jump, but also crashing head first into the oar. His ass burnt and his head smeared with his own blood not, Birdie gasps, grunting from the pain as he land mightely against the ground, balling up a fist. "Augh. You bloody git. I can't believe you got me." Birdie muses, "Haha, that was pretty good, but I dunno if it was your best. Stings pretty bad though." Birdie announces, slowly getting him, the giant black brit forcing himself to his feet.
And there, he grins, "Hehe. Now it's my turn." Birdie muses, his bloody shit eating grin still there as he finally does charge towards Preston. And like nothing other, he pulls his head back. And fires a headbutt aided with his huge and sharp mohawk. And another, and another. Three powerful strikes with just his head. Now this is damn using your head.
And your hair. And the many hair care products to make it stick like that. YEAHHHH.
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Preston with The Birdie.
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Preston 1/--=====/=======|=------\-------\0 Birdie
If it isn't a lesson in physics, it's a lesson in hair care -- and Preston is about to receive one! In the meantime, he whomps Birdie with the oar but good, landing not far off with a smirk painted across his bloodied face. Yeah, that did look like it hurt; "Of course it ain't my strongest," Preston confirms with a curt nod, eagerly awaiting the next infliction of pain.
And boy, does Birdie not disappoint.
The strike comes, and it's an odd one. "Is that your fuckin' hai--"
WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.
"Oh fuck me," Preston staggers backwards, shoulders sagging as the physical toll is taken on his body. Mighty he may be, but there's only so much he can do in the face of what is, to even him, overwhelming power. Nearly, he falls -- and he will momentarily. But for the moment he gathers himself, eyes gaining focus for just a moment as he musters his remaining will for a final strike.
What more can he do? Rather than fall onto his ass, the Brit surges forward. The gap ceases as he pivots neatly, the oar held out wide and flat, slicing through the wind as it whistles around in a tight revolution. The target? Birdie.
The intent? Sending Birdie overboard.
And then he sits his ass down, because the boy is done.
COMBATSYS: Preston can no longer fight.
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Birdie 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Birdie Toughs Out Preston's Man Overboard!!
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Birdie 0/-------/-======|
There is a lot to be said about oars. They're pretty helpful now and then when you need to paddle here and there. But what they're really good for? Knocking the shit out of people. Birdie thought it was a crazy weapon when he first saw it, and he stands by his word. Of course what he doesn't think is that it's a bad weapon. By all means that friggen hurts.
But in a good way.
Even as Preston begins to talk, he's got BIRDIE coming straight at him. Three strikes you're out. But even after the strike Birdie has to recoil, and as he does he's leaving himself a little open. "Hahaha. Yeah, that's my damn hair. Hehe. Keep it all nice an' sharp." The thug states with another grin, even as Preston falls backwards. He's almost caught up in the moment before he can see Preston get back up for a final strike. And he doesn't disappoint.
"Alright!" Birdie cries, hurling himself into the very heart of the strike, even as the oar slices, catching Birdie mid air. But Birdie holds on after it crashes into him. He actually begins to climb up the long oar before the man sits down, sending Birdie hurdling through the air and into a wall. Hopped up on crazy, Birdie just stands up and grunts. "Gyaaaaaaaaah!"
But, seeing Preston down, Birdie just grins. "Damn, we gotta do this some time else whitie." Birdie snorts, sitting his ass down as well. "Some one get me a beer, I'm done." The thug exhales, bleeding from his chest, head, and many other places. But it takes a lot to keep a good Birdie down.
He'll just... catch some z's. Yeah. After beer.
COMBATSYS: Birdie has ended the fight here.
Log created on 23:00:16 07/23/2008 by Preston, and last modified on 03:44:18 07/24/2008.