THE CROWD GOES WILD

[workingsnug]

WHO: beowulf and OPEN!
WHERE: heropa's suburbs, somewhere between the housing and the nearest main street
WHEN: backdated to right after beowulf arrives and decides to make this post
WHAT: fight night fight night FIGHT NIGHT
WARNINGS: stupidity and mild cussin.

[alright, so things are maybe a little bit weird, here. beowulf can roll with that! things have been weird for the last few days. hell, this is probably just some new pocket dimension that annie sent him to with her magic possessed bunny... bag... thing. how come she never mentioned she had mystical powers back when they were working together on set, huh?]

[whatever. the best way to figure out what's going on is to throw yourself at it! sometimes, literally!]

Comments

sorry for late!!

[h2no]

Pssh, who cares about audience?! [he asks, pointing at beowulf dramatically. he's learned a lot from magnus and owain for this sort of situation. it's time to put it into practice...!] The only audience we need is...

[dramatic pause for effect (while he thinks of what to say).]

Our... our fists!! Yeah!!!

[nailed it.]

nooooo, as you can see i am. very backtag friendly.

[workingsnug]

[oh. OH. oh, this guy is GOOD. damn, he wishes he'd thought of that. their FISTS are the audience! that's so cool!]

[but alright, he can recover. beowulf stomps, and flexes, and bares his teeth in something that might be intended as intimidating but just ends up looking like a grin.] Hell yeah! Our fists, and any and all fists that are officially licensed for our use. [he doesn't pull The Arm out yet, but it's only fair to warn the guy. even if it's in ringside jargon.]

a blessing

[h2no]

[maybe if this was any other situation, archie might actually be smart enough to pick up on the strange way that beowulf words his callout. he's too preoccupied with being a show off-y dumbass, though, so he absolutely does not think of it as weird at all.]

Yeah, yeah, all that ring talk! Ain't you ever been in a stupid street brawl?! [he laughs, then cracks his knuckles dramatically.] Let's get this throw down thrown down!

ha ha hAAAAHAHA, oops

[workingsnug]

What? Of course I have! [a street brawl is just a brawl that happens to take place in the street, right?] Just ain't ever lost one. So you'd better stay on your toes, bud!

[beowulf spares a moment to look at the audience -- magnus, some heckly lady, and a few folks jogging or on their way to shop nearby -- and winks theatrically. then, he stops flexing and launches himself at archie.]

OOOOP!!

[h2no]

I'm more than on my toes! I'm straight up on my feet!

[someone please just murder these two before they say more words

archie braces himself for impact, knowing his strengths and weaknesses in a fight by now. agility is not really one of them-- stamina and endurance is. he takes the hit, oofing at being winded slightly while attempting to go with the movement, wrapping his arms around beo and pulling him backwards.

despite his training, it's not... the best move, seeing as the ground is fucking concrete and not a nice bouncy wresting ring.]

we all got stuff to do it's cool IT'S COOL

[workingsnug]

[thankfully, leaping and getting slammed downwards takes enough of the wind out of him that beowulf can't keep yapping. he does, however, recover rather swiftly, and delivers a few light but loud slaps to archie's jaw.] Not anymore, sucker! The Wulf can take down targets up to three times his size! [he says it like a wildlife fact. as though archie is significantly larger than him in the first place.]

[h2no]

[it's such a shock to be slapped isntead of punched how he'd expected, archie can't help but start laughing obnoxiously from his position under beo.

three times larger? archie suddenly feels very short as he wriggles out, holding his arms up to block anymore slaps or punches that come his way.]

[workingsnug]

[laughter is good! that means they're both having fun. and, generally, that his opponent is in on the gambit. the slap hadn't been exactly LIGHT, just open handed to keep both of their bone structures intact.] Ha! Can't take it? You can always tap out!

[-- and then archie is squirming out of his grasp, and beowulf has to stumble forward and regain his balance.] Heh, good one! [he says that lower and quieter than anything so far, grinning and dropping his weight back onto his heels.] Just because you're slippery doesn't mean you'll win!

[burlyboy]

[ It was a stupid post on the network. What kind of asshole arrives and immediately starts challenging people to fights? Moreover, what kind of asshole sees that sort of post and immediately agrees to fight and will go through a teleporter specifically to fight someone he's never met before in his life?

Which is how Magnus Burnsides, certified asshole, comes charging down the street with an expression of earnest enthusiasm, looking around for someone who will either become his new archenemy or new best friend. He hasn't decided yet. When he spots Beowulf, he lets out a loud, booming greeting. ]

Hail and well met! Beowulf, right? You ready to rumble?

[workingsnug]

[beowulf has already traded a few strikes with archie, and managed to get both of them locked into a grapple. it's not TOO EASY, but it's early enough that he still has the energy to twist his head and grin at a newcomer.] Hail! And uh, well meeting! I am all kinds of ready for rumbling! [presumably, after he deals with this guy. two on one just wouldn't be fair, right?]

[burlyboy]

Oh, Archie beat me here!

[ Magnus contemplates the scene in front of him, then elects to sit cross-legged on the ground, hands planted on his knees, watching the events with every sign of enjoyment. He looks a bit like an oversized schoolchild. It's not a great look. ]

That's okay. I'll wait. You take your time tusslin'.

lmk if this isn't okay! and.......... sorry for late if u were waiting for me.......

[h2no]

[it takes some shuffling to see who the new voice is, but archie beams when he Realises, shifting an arm to awkwardly wave.]

Yo, Magnus! I put some of the moves you showed me on him!

[he laughs obnoxiously, shifting once again to try and knee beo in the face.]

[yaaas_queen]

[Gina liked to avoid Florida whenever possible. Being from New York, there was always that state rivalry, which boiled down to the difference in cultures. When a man in tights and a giant wolf costume was running around in Times Square you could assume it was part of some artistic performance piece or tourist prank for a late show taping. When it happened in a Floridian suburb you could assume it was a regular neighborhood block party or a WWE fight that couldn't find the appropriate ring. The three ring kind or otherwise.]

Hey, the circus is that way, bud.

[workingsnug]

[oh, if there's one thing that makes beowulf feel at home, it's trash talk. he's feeling better about the situation already.]

Aw, thanks! But you shouldn't just go around telling people where you live, lil lady.

[yaaas_queen]

[Oh, if he's into trash talk she is more than happy to direct him to a nearby dumpster]

While it's an easy mistake to make, seeing as how I'm a star attraction with three ring appeal--[which she emphasizes by doing jazz hands to show off her "put a ring on it" dance moves]--Barnum and Bailey can't hype what's too much for them.

But if it's not the circus, maybe the zoo? At least your stole looks like it escaped from there.

[workingsnug]

[beowulf actually crosses his arms and waits patiently for her to finish. it would just be rude to interrupt when it's her turn, right? right.]

[-- that is, until she says "stole". sorry gina, his vocabulary just isn't very wide.] Hey! I didn't steal nothin'! The Wulf is a law abiding citizen! Somebody's gotta be a good example for the lil ones.

[yaaas_queen]

[A polite wrestler means he must be playing for the good side/straight and narrow crowd. At this point, Gina is just enjoying the banter with Beowulf, like, sometimes you just want to heckle, you know?]

No, not stole like steal. Stole like that furry wrap covering some serious 80's power shoulderpads.

[workingsnug]

Aaaaw, you think they look powerful? [he rolls his shoulders and looks sidelong at one as he stretches, almost bashful. ALMOST. he's also posing an instant later, stretching and flexing in front of her.] Well, just wait, lil' lady! You'll get a real show as soon as my opponents show up!