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Post by Farren on Sept 22, 2010 20:41:29 GMT -8
"Farren..."
"...Farren."
"FARREN!"
"What, what!?"
"We've got a situation on the dance floor. Go handle it."
"I'm having a drink, tell Jimmy to take it."
"Jimmy's working IDs on the back door tonight. And you know the policy for workers drinking on the job."
"Relax Buddha, it's non-alcoholic."
"Bullshit. But right now I need you on the dance floor. Move it."
The receiver in my ear cut out suddenly in a hiss of static. I cringed and switched off the radio clipped to my belt. With a practiced motion I snatched up the shot glass, pounded back what was left, and set the glass upside down on the counter. The whiskey burned the whole way down and I breathed smoke and fire as I exhaled.
Turning away from the bar, I scanned the sunken dance floor for the source of the problem. It wasn't hard to spot; it never is in a crowded bar. Just look for anything out of the ordinary, in this case, a guy who looked like a reincarnated caveman shoving dancers around like paper dolls. I let out a weary sigh. Which genius thought it'd be a good idea to let him back in?
I stepped off the bar's platform and waded into the throng of grinding bodies, most of the ones on this end oblivious to the problems farther in. It took me the better part of a Lady Gaga song to make it to the scene of the crime. One man was on the floor, his shirt in tatters and the skin around his eyes an ugly shade of yellow and black. Another guy was being held back by his girlfriend, his nose a steady stream of blood.
And there, near the back wall, Johnny Cro was holding court, squaring off with a black dude in Gucci sunglasses. Johnny's black shoulder length hair was a wet mess, clinging to his beard and smeared across his eyes. His button shirt was ripped open, revealing a pale, heavily muscled body covered in fur. His blue eyes were raging and spit clung to his lips. Someone had pissed him off bad.
The black guy dove low and tried to take Johnny out at the knees. He saw it easily and caught the guy around the middle, picking him up like a pro wrestler and hip tossing him into the wall, splintering the mirror that lined it. The black guy hit the ground on his head and went limp, his sunglasses embedded in the wall. No one else stepped forward. So I had to.
"What's the story Johnny? DJ not playing "Alejandro" enough for ya?"
The caveman turned and saw me, his nostrils flaring. His eyes flashed long enough that I knew he recognized me. "Fuck off."
I held my hands out in a gesture of good will. "Now com'on Cro, you tried this last week. You promised not to come back if we didn't press charges."
His ripped off what was remaining of his shirt and let out a beastly roar. "I said FUCK OFF!" Then he charged.
The distance wasn't much between us, and with the crowd around me, I couldn't maneuver well. Johnny threw a wild haymaker and I managed to duck under it. Then he came up with a driving knee. New move I thought to myself as the knee smashed into my gut, lifting me off the floor. I came down and staggered back, the wind in my lungs nearly gone. Johnny didn't let up and tagged me across the temple with another haymaker, sending me to the liquor and sweat covered ground.
The bass was thumping inside and outside my head as Johnny grabbed me by the back of my staff shirt and hoisted me up. Everything was blurring together in a sea of light and sound. I could feel the stitches tearing as the caveman reeled back for another throw.
I yanked my right arm away and tore the shirt completely off, flopping onto the floor while Johnny threw himself off balance tossing an empty rag. I lunged forward and leaped onto his back, snaking a forearm under his chin and clamping off his neck artery. He howled, trying to shake me off and ripping at my scalp with his fingernails. He was like a rabid bull, twisting around wildly, slamming me into the wall and anyone nearby. I held on, even as I felt the vertebrae in my spine shift and crunch together like rocks.
It took longer than last time for him to pass out. He must have really been high this time. When he finally stopped twitching on the floor I let him go, hauling myself to my feet, covered in grindhouse grime. The world was fuzzy. I reached for the radio on my belt. Miraculously it had survived the tornado.
"Farren here. Dance floor situation under control. Gonna need a clean up crew. And a new staff shirt. Over."
Twenty minutes later I'm back at the bar, new shirt drapped over my bruised shoulder, holding a cold beer against the knot on the back of my head. The head bouncer Buddha comes over, squeezing his substantial belly through a hole in the crowd. He leans on the counter next to me, towering over me by a good six inches. He shakes his head.
"You're gonna have to start paying for all the staff shirts you go through."
I pull the beer away, notice a drop of blood on the neck. "Maybe if you let me drop the big ones instead of 'restraining' them, I wouldn't need new ones all the time."
He chuckles, drops two $20 bills on the bar. "That beer's on me, you can keep any change. Oh, and you're on call tomorrow night. It's Ladies Night."
"Fucking fantastic."
Buddha leaves and I down the beer in a single swallow. The clock behind the bar says 1:12am. Two more hours to go. The music never stopped. My head hurts.
Another lovely night at Club SIN.
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Post by Vetis on Sept 23, 2010 11:52:40 GMT -8
that was entertaining. Vetis couldnt help but grin when he saw the bouncer and the man going at it like a spanish bullfighting show. This club had a reputation for violence and that was what had broughth im hear this evening. That and a potential one night stand. However the fish were not biting without bait. He waas not far off from where the bull had been causing his little uproar. He was just waiting for an excuse to get in there and fight. All it would have take was one little push or bump to make it okay to teart his man apart. Yet that bump never came as the club had taken care of it first.
He made his way to the bar and saw the bouncer and another man exchanging plesantries. When the bar tender came over and asked what he wanted Vetis just pointed his index finger down on to a coaster that said Patron. "Single or Double?" the bartender asked. Vetis held up two fingers. Coming right up.
He pounded back the double shot and ordered a second round. It would take the bartended a few minutes as the bar area started to get a bit busier now that the fight had subsided. All those spectators had come over to get drinks and talk about what had happened. All Vetis wanted was for someone else to get beer muscles. He pounded back his second round.
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Post by Farren on Sept 23, 2010 20:32:21 GMT -8
I was leaning against the bar and trying to get a look at the new bartender girl's ass when I heard a guy scream from behind on my back left.
"I will not CALM DOWN, Jacki! That fucker practically broke my nose!"
My eyes rolled as I groaned, head drooping low to the counter top. It was the schmuck from before, the guy with the bloody nose and the girlfriend holding him back. I knew I had forgotten something. Now he was trying to make up for getting his ass kicked by being loud and obnoxious. Or maybe it was just the booze. Either way, he was causing another problem, one I simply didn't feel like dealing with.
Turning on my heel to to lean against the bar rail, I kept an eye on the man but didn't make any moves. He was a decent sized guy, sort of a guido type, with gelled up hair, a fake tan, striped shirt and perfect pencil beard. No wonder he got socked I thought: the guy's face screamed 'punch me please!'. His girlfriend Jacki, a petite Irish looking girl with fire hair and a fantastic rear, wasn't quite so dolled up, wearing a nice purple tank top and hip hugger jeans.
Guido shoved his way to the bar and pounded on the counter, screaming for the new beer girl to fix him a Jaeger Bomb. Geez man, could you be any more stereotypical? The other patrons around him started to scoot away, except this one muscular looking dude with blond hair, working over some Patron shit. The Jaeger came and he downed it with vigor, the whole time his girlfriend tugging at his arm to lay off the liquor and just relax, go dance again and try to enjoy the night. The Guido would have none of it and slapped her hard across the face, knocking her away, but not before bumping roughly into the blond next to him. Then he preceded to scream over and over about all these 'mooks' getting in his way tonight.
"Shit, here we go again..." I muttered under my breath. I pulled my new shirt off my shoulder and slipped it over my head, covering up my sore back and the huge surgical scar down the center of my chest. I started walking toward the escalating scene, the whole time a tiny voice in the dusty corners of my mind saying, Hey, that blondy looks familiar...have we met him before?
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Post by Vetis on Sept 24, 2010 3:20:09 GMT -8
The fight gods were in his corner tonight. They also clearly had it out for this asshole at the counter. Regardless of why he bumped into him, he made Vetis spill his drink. Shit aint cheap. So Vetis did the only thing one could do in this situation. He was going to have fun. He saw the bouncer type making his way towards them but it would be to late.
Vetis had reached behind the counter and grabbed the bottle of Patron. WIthout so much as a second thought he cracked it atop the drunkards skull shattering the heavy glass. Blood what spill where he clocked him as there was enough force to knock the idiot out. Perhaps it was the beer muscles, perhaps it was something else. He managed to turn around for a second and say "You sir are an asshole. Lets go Jacki." With that he passed out. Only a few seconds left before this gets really fun he thought to himself.
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Post by Farren on Sept 24, 2010 22:00:09 GMT -8
Well now...wasn't expecting that.
The blond man did my job for me, albeit in an extraordinarily brutal way. I stopped several feet away in mid-stride, perplexed by the recent turn of events. The other customers however were less than impressed and began shoving back against each other, trying to escape. Jacki, the girlfriend, at least had the presence of mind to say nothing and simply dragged her unconscious boyfriend away, probably secretly happy that she finally had a reason to leave.
As much as I wanted to let the blond go and return to counting my bruises, I couldn't let him slip. I cleared my throat with a raspy cough, taking a step forward and saying, "Nicely done. If it were up to me, I'd let you slide - the guy deserved it. However, you wasted a perfectly good bottle of the bar's liquor in the process. So I'll give you one chance to leave without trouble. Otherwise, I'll have to use force. What's it gonna be?"
As the crowd pulled away I edged closer, keeping the blond just out of what I considered striking range. I couldn't quite place my finger on it but I had the distinct feeling that there was more to this man than just a bar brawler. Call it aura if you want, I'd been in enough scraps to know when I was facing an amateur or a veteran. I kept my hands at my sides and my fingers loose but my legs were cocked and ready to move, my hazel eyes narrowing into slits as I focused. I had to concentrate, had to shut out the blasting music and the constant motion surrounding us. I had to be ready.
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Post by Vetis on Sept 24, 2010 22:34:24 GMT -8
And this is where it got good. The girls certainly were not plentiful tonight so a nice fight would have to make it worth his time. So many ways to proceed, he had already won this fight and hadnt yet lifted a finger. Well maybe he was a bit ahead of himself, this mans morals could be rather gray.
Vetis would turn and face the man as he stood up. He pushed the stool back slightly with his foot so it couldnt be used for an instant trip up. He took the little bit of his shot left and pounded it. He couldnt help but grin as he lifted up his left hand towards Farren who was still a healthy distance from him. With his index and middle finger he motioned to him as if to say come get some. Normally at this point in the time he would get into his Muay Thai stance but he had something else in mind. His guard was what you would call down as he taunted perhaps making him look novice. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was something more.
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Post by Farren on Sept 25, 2010 21:05:52 GMT -8
I sighed again, heavy, like how I did just before i went to break up the first fight. "I was afraid you'd say that."My body would instantly react as I finished saying my line. I pushed off my right back foot and snapped my right arm forward, palm first, aiming for the center of the man's chest. (( As seen at 5:07)) It was not meant to hurt to man, in fact it would probably do very little damage at all. It was meant to, at best, knock him on his ass and allow me a chance to dive on top of me and pin his throat to the floor with my forearm. At middle of the road, it would only knock him off balance but still allow me room to send a left straight dialed in for the center of his face. And at worst...he'd simply shrug the hit off but dodging, parrying, or absorbing it. In which case, well, I hadn't really gotten that far. I'd have to make it up as I went along, like usual. I put my full speed into the opening shove and most of my power. I was hoping to move fast enough after speaking to catch him still relatively off guard. Regardless of how the initial exchange went, at least I'd get a rough estimate of his physical abilities. Who knew, he was all brawn and no guts. Yeah, and for my next miracle, I think I'll punch out God...
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Post by Vetis on Sept 25, 2010 22:50:15 GMT -8
The bouncer came at him with a sharp quick palm punch. However he had to push off of his back leg to elimante teh distance between them and also unfortunately for him tense his body and remove fluid movement. Vetis would spit the alcohol that he hadnt swallowed out of his mouth towards the mans eyes to reduce his visibility and to give him a tactical advantage.
As he comes in with the strike Vetis turns his body so the strike misses, grabbing his opponents wrist with his free hand to use his own momentum and energy against him. With a small turn of his wrist he would force his body to the ground and turn it so that he would be on his belly, the arm he grabbed in the air above his back awkwardly turned. From there Vetis would have full control and come down onto the bouncers arm with a knee drop. It might not break the arm or pop it out of place but it sure could. If it hadnt it would at least hurt like hell. The fight might not be over but it would surely be a critical blow. However a fighter of the caliber he had saw may have a trick or two left in him. Might.
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Post by Farren on Sept 26, 2010 12:53:38 GMT -8
Figured as much I thought as I stepped past the blond and felt him latch onto my wrist. Just from that minor shuffle I could tell he was at least one level quicker than me, stronger too by the feel of the wrench on my arm. This wasn't going to be easy, and I was not looking forward to stitching myself up later. As I went forward I sensed the takedown coming and reacted quickly, not in the most glamorous of fashions but one I hoped would work. As the blond tugged on my wrist to pull me down I kicked my feet out to my left, splaying my body out to the side and avoiding getting my right arm popped the wrong way. As I swung to the side I balled my left hand into a fist and sent it screaming around in a hard hook, aimed for the man's jaw. The entire motion was as if the blond had swung me around low to the ground, like a figure skating pair (:50), with me coming up out of the arc like an MMA fighter going for the kill. It was getting interesting already. OOC: I just love youtube examples haha ;P
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Post by Vetis on Sept 26, 2010 15:37:22 GMT -8
Somehow his twist had gotten turned against him despite the improbable nature of it. All that ment was this was most certainly not an amateur. A fist to the face connected and considering what Olivia had done to him recently he was lucky it just hit him square in the jaw. Unfortunately for the bouncer his jaw wasnt made of glass and considering all that was happening he did not have the greatest position to deliver a real power punch.
It was enough to knock him back a bit though and feigning pain he would let go of the mans arm. Vetis would stagger backwards and place his hand on the stool he had previously been sitting on. He would start to breathe heavy as if he were winded by that little skirmish. He was hoping some of the tequila would have gotten into the bouncers eyes, or at least start to drip and sting into it. But he was a bouncer who knows how many times that had happened in the past, it was understandable that he could take that.
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Post by Farren on Sept 26, 2010 18:41:25 GMT -8
Success!
The fist connected and the blond let go, staggering back and leaning on the stool. I didn't have my feet under me so I came to a rolling crash after the punch, spilling over myself and coming to a halt against the legs of some bystanders. I chuckled to myself, thinking of how that move shouldn't have worked. I started hauling myself to my knees and then...boom. I realized how much my eyes hurt. I rubbed them with the back of my hand, feeling the slick wetness of something. The rubbing only made it worse and, before long, everything was a haze of blindingly painful waves. I couldn't understand what was happening - it took my overworked brain a second to comprehend.
Bastard! He spit his drink in my eyes! The adrenaline of the moment had pushed back the initial shock, not even registering in my mind. Now, with the first lull in the action, the pain forced through. "Rrraarrghhh..." I groaned loudly under my breath, standing up on my feet. It wasn't the first time I'd had liquor in my eyes, I was a bouncer after all. I could still fight on. But it didn't take away how annoyingly painful it was. I could hear some of the other bouncers shouting over the music, pushing their way through the crowd. They'd be here in 30 seconds, maybe less.
"Smart move for a fight man, you're no rookie. But my security friends are gonna bust up our fun soon. Either we take this outside or you're gonna have to fight a half dozen of us."
I started walking towards him but branched off, squinting hard to see what the fuck was going on around me. I made a beeline for the back door. Jimmy was working there tonight, he'd understand what was happening. The crowd parted, giving me a way through. They didn't want to mess with two cage fighters like us. I glanced back at the blond. I could still feel that aura around him. He would take the bait...I hoped. "What's it gonna be, warrior?"
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Post by Vetis on Sept 26, 2010 19:38:35 GMT -8
As the one he had been fighting made his way outside other bouncers made there way towards him. It was fine by him he really didnt care who he was going to fight today. He could only make out two of them but assumed that there were more in the place possibly coming from behind. Neither of the two in front were the big guy he had seen talking to his bouncer earlier. It didnt matter, he was here to have his brand of fun. As the first came over to him to grab him with his massive hand Vetis had grabbed the stool he was holding and smashed it across the mans face. He kept his hand on the leg of the stool. The man fell like a sack of bricks into some nearby onlookers/gawkers who werent bright enough to move out the way. The broken wooden stick was partly sharp but still rather effective. He turned it and stabbed it into the arm of the next bouncer who was trying to punch him. These guys were all brawn not a shred of skill. The man who had been floored with a stool started to get up. As he did Vetis would take a beer bottle out of some womans hand and smack him across the face again. The glass would shatter in his skin leaving small cuts across the mans face and left eye. As the other bouncer ripped the stool leg out of his arm, he sprayed a bit of blood on the floor. All though he was in pain he wanted revenge. He grabbed Vetis in a bear hug and began to squeeze him like a toy. Vetis body went limber to give him a little flew way and he pushed the top of his head into the mans nose breaking it and knocking him out.
Covered in the blood of his enemies he smiled. He would now head outside to fight the one that got away. As he walked by the one who got the bottle to the face he could hear him whimpering a bit. He kicked him in the throat on his way out. Fucking novices think because they go tot he gym they can take on just about anybody. At this point the dj had stopped playing the music and people were not sure if they should stay or leave. It didnt matter a few of them wanted to see what was going to happen outside.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 26, 2010 22:04:40 GMT -8
Ever have a Sasquatch sighting in the middle of the city? That's what it was on the outside of that club. Farren the first one out would have probably seen the behemoth first, eight foot of what looked to be black custom made suit. There was a cigarette dangling from the things mouth as it looked to the first on the scene. The other at the door had run off the minute he came around the corner of the alley to sit out of the bright lights and annoying people at the front. A nice long drag had his lungs filling to the brim with a mixture of ash, smoke, and death. What was exhaled were simple smoke rings which were done without even removing the stick of cancer, something that required quite a bit of practice to do. It followed with the man taking in another deep breath, this time through his nose, and catching most of the smoke for a second go. When it was finally exhaled his hand came up and grasped the hand rolled mess of tobacco and flicked it off into the dark, watching as it flipped through the air, cherry guiding the eye should someone be watching it. When it landed it flickered a bit, and then rolled to a stop. He turned his eyes to the arrival, another coming quickly it seemed. "Mm?" He could just barely hear the crowd inside over the small buds planted in his ears. Blue wires running down from either side of his skull. He was leaning currently, in a slight slouched angle, that suit contoured to his form even despite it, obviously fitted perfectly.. but at his size, suits generally had to be, especially one that was of this quality. Pure black, to the point if he stood in the shadows, the only things that would be showing on him were those blue buds, his face, and the white shirt that was hidden underneath that thick suit jacket. Pitch white hair helped to pick him out of a crowd.. if you were not already busy gawking at the mess of human engineering that had made him as tall as a cab on a semi. Still. He did not seem in the slightest phased by the arrival. If anything he was staring at the two now with a dull face. "Disagreement I take it?"
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Post by Farren on Sept 29, 2010 18:21:06 GMT -8
I walked briskly past Jimmy at the back door, throwing him a look that told the whole story. There's a guy following me. Let him pass. I'll handle it. I kicked the door open with a solid boot and grabbed the half empty bottle of water that Jimmy had left on his stool. I popped the cap off and poured everything over my face, washing out most of the stinging liquor. I could hear the screams behind me, voices of other bouncers. The blond was putting up a good fight from the sound of it. He'd be here any second. I made it outside and tossed the empty container aside, unable to see it fly as my eyes adjusted to the pitch blackness of the alley. I did a double take as I realized the bottle landed next to a shoe. A very big shoe.
A large man. A very large man, hanging out in the alley, hair like untrodden snow, lazily smoking a cigarette. I heard his comment and processed it before I could process just how massive he was. "Yeah, something like that." I turned back to face the door, which had now closed behind me. I had to move fast, darting my head around to look for the best angles, but as I did I added on, "Shouldn't smoke, those things'll give ya cancer. Please excuse me a moment."
I grabbed a heavy, bent steel pipe out of a garbage can nearby and stood next to the doorway, my fingers wrapped tight around the metal like a baseball bat. It took only a second before I heard the double foot tap on the door. That was Jimmy warning me the guy was coming. Pulling back the pipe, I would wait until the blond stepped through and then swing for the fences, looking to smash the slugger straight into his face. Homerun. Sorry about taking the cheap way out, blondie I thought to myself, but I can't afford to mess around with you.
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Post by Vetis on Sept 29, 2010 18:33:38 GMT -8
Confident, Cocky, and Ready. Vetis made his way down to the double doors and passed a bouncer who looked bored at best. He didnt raise a hand to him so there was no reason to fight. However he wasnt leaving any allies for this guy to use. He kicked the man through the doors only to see him fly back in shortly after. His head smashing into the ground as he was clealry knocked the fuck out.
In front of him was the bouncer unruley wielding a pipe now covered in the blood of his coworker. The hit had been ment for him. At no point had he made this a cheap fight and this was his thanks. Sure he spit some tequila in the mans face but the bouncer had attacked him first. This, well this was just un fuckin acceptable. He slid his hands into his pockets and strapped his studded gloves on. There was still some distance between the two of them so he would have time to use his skills if he so chose, instead he broke another stool over his knee taking two of the legs and making makeshift clubs. Where they had broken off from the edge of the stool a sharp splintering point. The music had long since stopped playing and no sounds of stampeding feet or "move it out of the way" statements rang through the air. No one was coming up behind him. His trick was perfectly underhanded. Almost admirable but even Vetis had his own twisted sense of honor. He took this as an insult and he was going to make sure that this fight left one of them broken and bloody by the time it was over.
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