Description: Birdie returns home, as the League comes to Britain. However, Brett Neuer has mind to give the mohawked brute a schooling in the library. Just who will be checked out between the battle of the head strong bull chargers? (Winner: Birdie)
Birdie is a man... of intellect.
The brutish exterior was just made to entirely throw everyone off! Let us forget that he is a brute. A man of mans. Birdie is what no one expects to be. Large and in charge, the man of such great heights and strength is obviously some one to be reckoned with.
That is all behind for now. Here, Birdie must deal with a changing environment no more. The hostilities in Southtown have ended, replaced instead for a sort of calm that gets really boring.
This is why Birdie returned to England to tussle. And tussle he shall! Now finding himself in a part library, part science but all fight house.
Forget this build and its science. It's Neo League fighting time!
With cameras about the entrance, Birdie stretches out a bit. He has to work the cobwebs out of his mind and muscles. He's got some squashin to do. Hehehe.
Unlike the mohawked Brit, Brett Neuer is, for the most part, a rather transparent kid. He doesn't put on false airs or anything, he's an earnest, well-meaning kid with not much to hide and not much need to either. He has a genuine love of hockey, a stellar work ethic, and a moral code that he's not wililng to compromise for any but the most drastic reasons.
And it's that earnestness that makes his nervousness all the more obvious right now, the former Greyhound looking around warily as he fastens his helmet on, starstruck by the surroundings. "Geez...." And the uncharacterisitcally calm crowd gathered for the fight just unnerves him more. In fact, the only thing that doesn't seem to set him on edge his his opponent, watching the big man work out the kinks across from his little 'corner'.
"So he's the guy, huh?" he asks himself, the fight being set up for the two of them rather than being an outright challenge. Sighing, closing his eyes, he decides to forgo his usual self-peptalk, instead dropping to a knee, stick held upside-down in his gloved hands and resting on the ground as he instead says a prayer. Half for a good showing, half that he doesn't do anything stupid in a fancy place like this....
And nearlly all to just shut out the visuals as he focuses on psyching himself up.
Birdie preps himself by slapping his own forehead to give himself a little wake up call in the form of some immediate pain. He doesn't even known who his opponent is to begin with, just some hockey player. Just like he was some wrestler. Things can easily become clouded now and then but Birdie was most certainly not going to be like that.
There, where the man seems to come in, Birdie grins and gufaws at the sight of his opponent. Even if he's a kid, Birdie's going to get a lot of enjoyment out of whacking people around. It's just the way of the world. Brutality will always triumph, smarts will always get noogied. So it goes.
Birdie rotates his right arm as if to warm up before hunching over in a position that mothers tell their children not to take. It's Birdie's fighting stance. Why? Birdie is a monsterous man, like a black monolith that juts into the air. Without bending over just a little it would be impossible to grab some of the smaller fighters.
"GWAHAHHAAHAH!" Birdie snorts, "Are you bloody kidding me? A kid's my rival today? Well, champ, you better be bloody prepared because I can promise you ain't gonna walk away from this scrap."
Brett is a kid, to be sure...but he's a fairly big kid. You don't get into the Ontario Hockey League as a winger without being pretty big, and the padding and skates only make his stature that much more (even if it's still not quite as intimidating as Birdie's physical presence).
Emotionally, though?...still definitely green, as shown by the rather prolongued prayer he takes, followed by a few deep breaths, with one, final, long exhale before he rises. Stick flipping in his hands, he brings it down for the ever familiar crack on the floor, the final little piece that helps steel his resolve and get him psyched, whether for a game, or like in this case a fight.
Bringing his stick down and gripping it in the usual way, he hunches down as if ready to take a slap shot, eyes narrowed under his helmet. No words...just....getting ready.
COMBATSYS: Brett has started a fight here.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Birdie has joined the fight here.
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Birdie 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brett
"I don't have all bloody day," Birdies snorts as Brett decides to be a man of few words and even fewer actions as he finish his prayer, takes breaths and gets into position. If that isn't a red scarf that man is about to find out the hard way that to deal with Birdie you must treat him like a bull.
If you do not, Birdie will most likely make your day very bad.
Taking two steps forward, Birdie cracks his neck, the heart shaped tattoo on his forehead visible besides his huge hair piece. One of mohawk proportions.
"If you're not gonna make the first move, I WILL!" Exclaims, grunting heavily as he makes his way towards Brett with short leaps forward as if bounding across the lawn of this fine establishment directly towards the hockey player. Rearing an arm back, a heavy strike is thrust forward, threatening the boy with the sheer ferocity Birdie has put behind it.
It would feel as if he was hit by a black meteor. It looks that way, in any case.
COMBATSYS: Brett endures Birdie's Aggressive Strike.
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Birdie 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Brett
As Birdie rushes in, so does Brett, pushing off with a big stride on his skates as he charges straight toward the big British bruiser. WHen the arm is reared back for the big shot, the winger narrows his eyes, and drops his head. With the massive fist driving down straight into him, it's all that Brett can do to bowl right into it.
It's remarkable enough that the shot is able to stop Brett right on his feet, despite the momentum he had been building. But despite the shot rocking him back, the winger manages to get his weight down to shove off once more, stick lifted up high. His aim? To bowl straight into the mohawked man and shove his weapon straight into Birdie's collarbone for one hell of a high check.
COMBATSYS: Birdie blocks Brett's Power Strike.
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Birdie 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Brett
Birdie collides with a monster like hit, but Brett takes it in strike. The momentum doesn't make any man strike as Brett continues forward, each fighter colliding like trains. About as destructive as trains too.
The weapon is shoved forward, thrust out towards Birdie's collarbone. There's just enough time for the brawler to bring up a large arm to fend off the stick to where it really wishes to dive. There isn't any fucking way Birdie's allowing the man to strike his collar bone or anywhere under his defense yet. Birdie's momentum is shot, being driven back as a large welt appears across the brawlers arms. It stings, but its a lot worse than getting a stick jabbed into your jugular.
"Hehe..." Birdie grins, "If you think that's going to cut it you've got a lot to learn!" Birdie snorts, both arms coming down about Brett in an attempt to grab the boy in his clutches, attempting to hold him down just enough to give a big ol' toss towards the buildings front doors and bring the fight towards the building.
COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Birdie's Power Throw.
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Birdie 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Brett
Gritting his teeth as he shoves the stick forward to crack the bigger man's clavicle, he finds his stick sadly stopped by the large arm of the Brit. "Nnhh...." Pushing back, he tries to gain some room again before Birdie can to any thing else. After all, striking with momentum is Brett's best weapon.
Unfortunately, he can't pull back fast enough to completely get free, grabbed and held fast by Birdie. However, as good as he is with shifting his body weight, he manages to get himself twisted out of that grasp long enough to break free, and drop to his feet. As soon as he's on his feet, however, he's off them again. Pushing off his skates, he gets a good stride before flipping over, trying to drive the wheels of his in-lines straight into the top of the big man's skull.
COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Brett's Falling Star EX.
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Birdie 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Brett
Brett fires himself forward, pushing off to try to cover a lot of distance in a little time. The stride he moves is impressive, attempting to outmaneuver the giant that is Birdie. The attempt is valiant, moving around a giant as if he was a gnat before attempting to strike forward at Birdie's skull.
What isn't expected is Birdie to be pounding the ground his own way, moving towards Brett even as he throws himself forward. The skates land heavily into the mans thick skull, barely biting upon his hair. It doesn't stop Birdie at all, only slowly him to a small degree. Instead, Birdie powers forward, his spiky mohawk becoming the point where he's really going to drive it all back.
Throwing himself right into it Birdie attempt to give Brett little to no chance to recover from his strike towards his skull by impaling him on his hair right there and then. To kick to head of a charging bull is not thought smart.
Then again, neither are hockey players. Nor is Birdie. At least, that is what is thought.
"RAAAAAAAAAAGHHRR!"
COMBATSYS: Brett blocks Birdie's Bull Horn Final.
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Birdie 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Brett
Brett feels the feedback of his skate dropping straight into Birdie's skull...though not quite in the way he hoped, catching him mid charge and nod doing much to stem the bigger man's momentum. "Holy hell..." he curses, bringing his arms down across and bracing with his stick as well, until the charging headbutt slams straight and center into him. Even with all the padding, it hurts like hell, and it sends him flying back a good few yards.
It's miraculous in and of itself that he doesn't fall down, instead dropping to a knee and panting as he finally comes to a rest. He feels his bones shaking, despite dulling the blow best he could, with arm strength, padded gloves, AND his own reinforced stick.
And with this distance, and his bones shaking, he's at a disadvantage if Birdie decides to charge again. Narrowing his eyes, he decides on a different course. Flipping his stick up, sets up for a shot, still on a knee....and then with a big reel back and a slap out, he cuts into the ground, sending out an arcing blue wave of chi rising from the ground straight toward Birdie.
COMBATSYS: Birdie fails to interrupt Shark Crest from Brett with Bull Spike.
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Birdie 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Brett
A projectile?! Birdie snorts even at seeing that. He don't like projectiles too much! Even as Birdie finds himself with Brett being launches backwards. Now, Birdie is going to make a lot of noise himself as the reinforced stick slaps a single blue chi wave out towards Birdie's general direction.
Like a monster without thought and terrible ferocity, Birdie leaps forward attempting to over power it with his body. The blue chi slams into Birdie as he throws himself forward, the man gritting as he looks over towards Brett. He's still grinning as he fights, only finding himself unable to break through, being sent backwards in a lack luster crash. There, Birdie snorts as he slowly gets to his feet.
He's not scared about making up time or anything. He's got it all figured out.
Does he really? Does he really?
In any case, Brett watches as the blue arc races over through toward Birdie, stopping the big man's charge and pushing him back just as Brett's back on his feet. Good thing...considering the move was more to buy time than anything else, that was definitely a stroke of luck for the skater. But now...now's the time for action.
Unfortunately, he realizes that his attacks don't seem to be doing the kind of damage he's hoping. He's going to have to do something a bit more drastic if he really wants to do some damage. With that thought in mind, he charges in, ready for another big charge in and a momentum-fed strike....
Or not. Instead of barreling straight in, Brett cuts at the last moment, leaving the blade of his stick held out at his side to hook against Birdie's arm. With his momentum and a twist of his body, he tries to tug the big man down, face first into the ground. Not quite as powerful as the attempted fling before, but perhaps a tide turner for the hockey star?
COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Brett's King's End.
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Birdie 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Brett
Birdie's stopping? Never. Even as Brett decides that he has to keep barrelling forward and continue his push into Birdie, the British brawler decides that the best thing to do is to keep on chugging. Brett comes, hooking Birdie's arm and twisting it. Birdie is pushed towards the ground but it doesn't stop him all that much.
His faces never hits the ground. Instead, Birdie is on all fours like a bull, gritting his teeth as he looks up towards Brett's figure. Certainly Birdie is hurting, a lot of the pain disappearing in the adrenaline the man continues to run on eternally. It doesn't stop the brawler, but sooner or later he will run out of it.
Today is not the day.
Diving forward towards Brett's legs, Birdie attempts to get a hold of him, grasp, and then pull him up over his shoulder before tossing him backwards and into the ground behind him in a haphazard, rather simple looking blow.
COMBATSYS: Brett interrupts Medium Throw from Birdie with Hurricane Check.
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Birdie 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Brett
The yank down was probably not the best of ideas it seems....while it helped slow Birdie's charg again as Brett charges in, it doesn't do the damage or give the kind of advantage he was generally hoping for. Birdie takes the yank well....but that doesn't mean Brett's out of luck.
With the shoot forward to grab at Brett's legs, the skater's eyes widen...and his stance shifts, widening to keep himself from being lifted and leaning forward to try and pull his arm under Birdie' head and lift...with what's less like a headlock and more like an uppercut to send Birdie's head back, and a little more upright.
Upright enought for Brett to make a full cycle around, a tight spin on his wheels, before ducking his shoulder and driving it into that barrel chest. Big ol' spinning check, just like on the ice...
Birdie isn't able to yank Brett in time or take him out. Instead, Birdie is thrown into a headlock and an uppercut before getting both wheels once more to his chest. It hurts, but Birdie's a big man. Having to go through his strength like that isn't the easiest. Many times he takes about equal as the other guy feels.
Birdie staggering backwards stops, snorting as he looks about. Fine, he wants to play that game, Birdie will.
Grasping a large book shelf and, after emptying the entire volume onto the floor, hurls it straight towards Brett. Poor Brett might be LEARNED.
COMBATSYS: Brett dodges Birdie's Large Thrown Object.
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Birdie 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Brett
Oh hell....
Brett did well to manage to set Birdie rocking back on his heels, and stagger away. Considering the general strength advantage, it's no minor feat. But...then things come to a bear when a BOOKSHELF is tossed out, causing the stoic crowd to suddenly panic and take cover. As for Brett? He makes a split second decision...the kind that usually is the difference between getting a stick to the face or surviving a shift. Charging in, he ducks and drops into a slide, coming under the chucked shelf and skiding toward Birdie. THe momentum is enough that he manages to pull back onto his skates, long enough to rise up and commit to a slashing swipe upward at Birdie, the blade of his stick glowing oh-so-faintly at the strike.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Birdie with Red Sabre EX.
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Birdie 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Brett
Birdie's unable to throw himself into the assault this time. Even as the boy continues coming even past the bookshelf. It's mildly irritating to Birdie, since he thought he could mutilate the man with a book shelf. Even then, Birdie isn't about to make too much a mistake as he throws himself head first into the assault.
Birdie's struck hard. Skates striking at him before being slashed upwards, cutting into Birdie's body in a second. This stops Birdie momentarily, causing the giant to stumble backwards, his eyes heavily falling upon Brett. That is about when Birdie gives up trying to hit him, and begins trying to HIT HIM.
A monster of a punch is launched towards Brett, aiming towards the man in an attempt to slam him backwards with a whopper.
COMBATSYS: Brett endures Birdie's Strong Punch.
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Birdie 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Brett
It probably wasn't the smartest idea. It really wasn't.
But for Brett....there really is no other way. His method of fighting is always about going forward, and pushing himself to the best of his ability, metaphorically and quite literally. The way he approached the thrown shelf was an example of this...and even when he gets up and manages to pull himself up from his rising slash, he is still pushing in.
So when the massive punch Birdie flings his way comes straight for his face, Brett doesn't do anything but slam forward, feeling the fist strike him high in the forehead. The shot flings his head back, almost to the point of whiplash...but still Brett goes forward. Even as his head is flung back, unable to see forward, the strike of his stick comes high, trying to slash the brute across the face. Followed by a returning elbow swing as the winger finally comes face forward. And a punch...a flurry of strikes, elbows mostly driven toward Birdie's nose, come in a storm, before Brett gives one final swing, meant to push Birdie back enough to finish with one, final, big shoulder charge in. Will it work?....whether it does or not, this is the skater's answer...
COMBATSYS: Birdie blocks Brett's Broad Street Barrage.
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Birdie 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Brett
Running into anything of Birdie's is like willingly throwing yourself in front of a train. Not many people really throw themselves in front of trains. Brett may have very well got over his 'train' phase. There is no doubt that this may have weened him out of it. Just a little.
Birdie recoils from his strike, finding himself at the very edge of losing his titanic strength. No doubt that whatever Brett had put into the assault it was a rather good deal. Birdie has been fighting hard and he just cannot seem to get a hold of Brett. That's all about to change.
Even as Brett slams forward, two large arms come up. Punches, flurry of strikes and elbows and even the final swing slams into Birdie's arms, failing to do anything but push the man back and leaving a nasty mark on those tree trunks he calls arms.
"Now... its my turn." Birdie snorts.
Then Birdie just begins to crush forward. Moving across the gap towards Brett, Birdie uses not his arms, not his feet... no he uses his hair. 'Pecking' towards Brett, he attempts to give horrible headbutts with a great deal of pain behind them. There is a reason he goes by 'Birdie'. This is one of them.
"GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Brett with The Birdie.
- Power hit! -
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Birdie 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Brett
It's a sad thing, but even Brett can't go forever, and that winging slam into his forehead earlier was still keeping his head swimming. That combined with the energy he had to expend to wing out that series of elbows and punches into Birdie's guard, it's enough to wear a man out.
So when the sudden assault from Birdie comes in, the headbutt series driving forward? Brett has no answer. The assault sends the hockey star flying back, looking like he's about to simply double over in pain and pass out completely. And yet....when it's all said and done, Mr. Neuer is still standing, still on his skates...just enough that he can take a long step forward and drive out a winging slash downward into Birdie's crown before he faults forward, stick clattered to the floor as the boy passes out.
COMBATSYS: Brett can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Birdie with Red Sabre EX.
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Birdie 0/-------/----===|
Birdie can find himself in a number of situations. Knocking a boy out with his head and his horn is a situation where he finds himself a great deal of times.
Even as Brett gives a final hurrah, Birdie attempts to do something different. Leaping into the air, Birdie is too slow. Instead, he's slapped downwards before bouncing off of the ground and landing on his ass. There, he slowly gets up, rubbing his head and his ass. Both hurt relatively the same.
"Augh, bloody hell you can hit if you want." Birdie snorts, "well, you know, maybe later you'll find out that charging me ain't the best of things. Read a book or some shit." Birdie grunts, bleeding all over from the abuse. Looks like hell but feels like getting some eats.
"Now who the hell here got the bottled water? I want something to wash this shit off of me!" Birdie snarls.
Ahhh, Neo league. Birdie's back.
As for Brett....better luck next time....and this time he doesn't even have a cute girl to talk to and help him up after the fact.
The road to prominence is a painful road indeed...
Log created on 18:11:28 06/12/2009 by Brett, and last modified on 14:48:47 06/14/2009.