Tatooine Brawlopalooza! 2016 - Aizahk V Davik

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Tatooine - 2100 Hours Local Time

The familiar stench of scum and villainy hung over the crowded Mos Eisley Cantina. The Twin Suns of Tatooine had settled and the famous music played by the house band filled the bar and surrounding street.

It appeared to be a night just like any other, but under the surface, there was an unexplained tension.

No one is sure how the fight broke out. It would be something argued about for many years to come.

Two things were certain.

The Band never quit playing music throughout the brawl, and anyone who was able to remember it in the morning would describe it as one of the most legendary bar fights in Galactic History.

Participants: @Ecclessey @The Prophet
 

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Davik was a Hutt Cartel Enforcer and owned over a million credits which meant that even in the Mos Eisley cantina he had his own private booth. Flanked by his two scantilly clad female slaves (due to the heat, you see) he quietly enjoyed some concoction of his own where he mixed spice with bantha milk. The drink was of an acquired taste and he had to go to the bar each time because the moronic droid bartender refused to bring him this drink that to him never existed. As such, irrated and sprung, Davik left the booth and walked over to the bar.
 

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There it was, all of a sudden, complete and utter madness. How exactly such a brutal melee had erupted was totally unclear, though it was likely that nobody cared. The red mist had most definitely descended upon the cantina patrons, Aizahk being no exception. As soon as it became clear that a fight had begun, he found himself shooting up from his seat and promptly smashing a wooden stool across the head of his first potential opponent.

Bobbing and weaving across the cantina floor, he was working almost entirely on instinct at this point. Despite this, he didn't even think to use the force or even draw a weapon. Something about the brawl invoked a great thirst within him, a thirst that could only be sated by beating the absolute living shit out of anyone who dared cross him.

All of a sudden, a punch came from behind. Dodged. Spinning around quickly a middle-aged man, somewhat short compared to himself, appeared before him. Assuming that he was his original assailant, Aizahk immediately threw an elbow at the man as he turned to face him.
 

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It wasn't until he received an outright outrageous elbow right on the jaw and smashed into the droid bartender's tray of drinks that Davik realized the entirity of the cantina's guests were involved in an all-consuming brawl. His back was now drenched in Corellian ale and if that wasn't bad enough for a vain man like himself, his tongue found a couple of the wobbly teeth, at which point Davik flew into a fit and tackled the man responsible as he shreeked "you ruined my shirt!".

He lunched at Aizahk with the intent to put his right shoulder straight into the agressor's mid rif. All the spice he consumed in the past hours and his diminishing brawling skills due to his new plushy lifestyle did not mean well for his chances of success, but what the heck, right now he felt like a spice-grown giant and there was no way in his mind that Aizhak would ever withstand his fiery charge...right?
 

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"Son of a b-" Aizahk had more than expected a punch in return, however -WHAM- just like that, he suddenly found himself slammed with his opponents entire body weight. Loosening his body up as his opponent's shoulder connected with his stomach, he tumbled backward, barreling into another unfortunate brawler behind.

Using the one he'd fallen into to stop himself just slightly, he intended to use his opponent's momentum against him. Although, at this point, a fall was clearly unavoidable, Aizahk figured he could at least land on top of the man charging him and follow up with a good ol' ground pound.
 

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Despite the image in his head of being a strong buffy giant, Davik somehow ended on the floor with his opponent on top of him, receiving blows to his ribs. That, admittedly, wasn't the worst part of their loving embrace as Aizahk's knee planted itself firmly in Davik's stomach and cause the bad spiced bantha milk concoction to come out again through his mouth at a rather impressive speed. Within moments of them hitting the floor thick white-ish fluids covered the both of them as Davik tried to wrestle out from underneath Aizahk.

Nearby brawlers suddenly stopped to exclaim a cry of disgust, before being dragged back into the fighting and leaving them alone wrestling bathed in sour bantha milk.
 

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(Sorry this is so late, I've had a really busy week but I'm back now. If you want to just claim victory as per the time limit then go ahead.)

"UGH!" Squeamish is not a word that many would associate with Aizahk. However, being drenched in the pungent vomit of his opponent took the cake. A fierce look of revulsion immediately washed over his face. The madness that had ensued thus far was already hard to believe, but this bordered on insanity. As much as he felt the need to lay into his opponent some more, he decided that he ought to get well away from the soaked floor. So, instead of fixing up for another attack, Aizahk staggered to his feet and back away from his opponent somewhat.
 
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