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[Rhaps]

The scene opens in a bar just down the road from the Solid Core Gymnasium. There are a few patrons inside enjoying their drinks when the door opens slowly. A figure enters the establishment and looks around with cold, unblinking eyes. The man clearly cares little for the people currently inside the bar as he pulls a knife from his pocket and smiles at it, reminiscing on all the moments they shared together. Rhaps walks towards the bartender who looks him up and down, not sure what to make of the SIC Monster. The maniac superstar is currently garbed in a plain black t-shirt and three-quarter length black trousers.

After a brief pause, Rhaps takes a seat at the bar and quickly orders himself three shots of Vodka. He takes his time to survey the room around him, taking in every detail of the layout of the establishment and the potential location of any weapons that could be used in the upcoming bedlam. The bartender pays the Safety Ranger little attention as he quickly downs the three shots in front of him. A couple of Rhaps’ fellow patrons look a little uneasy about being so close to somebody with such a grim expression on their face, some being equally concerned by how often he checks on his knife.

The Slice-O-Matic 9000 stands up after finishing his drinks and removes his T-shirt, a sick smile spreading across his facial features as he walks down the bar. At this point he is being watched by almost everyone in the bar, curious as to this man’s strange behaviour. Rhaps picks up an empty beer bottle and looks at it for a moment before abruptly smashing it over the head of the man who was seated next to him. The bartender immediately reaches for a telephone in shock. Rhaps turns his head sharply, his focus now bearing down on the individual who had the simple misfortune to be working on this particular day. The Beast Unleashed hops over the counter, palming his knife as he does so. In one smooth movement the SIC Monster brandishes his infamous weapon of choice and drives it into the bartender’s shoulder, causing the poor man to crumple into a bloody ball and lie frozen in terror as he stares at his own blood. This causes a blind panic to ensue and bar patrons begin fleeing the premises. One man nearly makes it to the door before Rhaps trips him. He falls to the floor while the English maniac stares at him with a look of insanity permeating across his face. He still has the knife in his hand and the man is cowering in fear as the knife is drawn ever closer to his skin.

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['The Franchise' SM Raye]

EVPW's resident outlaw is sitting in the back of the establishment and watches as the crowded room quickly dies down to a few proud people. Raye looks up and sees the knife wielding creep by the bar and shakes his head.

"Must be a full moon out..."

Ignoring the action at first he sips his beer and shakes his head, it is only when someone hits the jukebox and Bad Company by Bad Company begins to play that he turns his attention back to the man drawing closer and closer to some poor slob on the floor. The One Man Militia snatches up his beer bottle and aims for the glint of light coming from the blade in his hand. The Courier of Controversy lets the bottle fly and it knocks the weapon from the man's hand. Anger fills the man's eyes as he turns toward the direction the bottle came from.

"Hey JACK OFF! Why not have some real fun? Like a man and not like a bitch."

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[TNT]

The scent of debauchery fills the air, staining the nostrils of the former EVPW superstar as he sips on his beer. It's been years since anyone has seen him, he seemingly disappeared from the business before he had gotten a chance to make his mark. He bides his time sitting back whilst others make themselves known, even the sight of his former partner in crime attacking an innocent bar man fails to draw him into the fray. A bar room brawl they called it, least that's what his agent had told him when he offered him the gig. No contracts, no refs, it was just what it said on the tin, a brawl, barely sanctioned by the EVPW board, one hell of an open audition for those looking to make their mark.

Before he witnessed the second man spouting all of his false bravado he had convinced himself that this was a onetime return for the 3 time former TV champion. This was little more than a way for him to make some money and get his name back out there, let the fans know that the harbinger of pain was still kicking around. His eyes surveyed the room. the regulars and the plants from the EVPW back office had made way simulating children in the playground circling the two stars who were about to brawl, as the audience bayed for blood. This was his last chance to back out, he could slip out the door now and forever turn his back on the wrestling business, even for a man in his mid twenties Tayler had put his body through more than anyone should suffer in their life time.

Before he could finish that thought, he found himself on his feet pushing himself off the bar and eyeing the other two men. His hooded jacket slides down his arm revealing the white wife beater he's wearing underneath it, if he's going to demean himself by fighting in a local bar, he might as well look the part. Not wanting to further postpone the oncoming blood bath he lunged forward and grabbed the smack talking superstar who had entered second wrapping his jacket around the man's neck. Tayler had checked out, no longer was he the quiet man that had worked a 9-5 for the last few years, TNT was now firmly in control.
The Belfast brawler uses his strength and make shift garrotte to choke the so called franchise before slamming his head of the counter. SM Raye falls to the ground, more from shock than anything, given the cheap shot from the Irish technician. With the unknown character disposed of, TNT sets his sights on a more familiar target, the safety ranger himself. He locks eyes with the SIC maniac before formally announcing himself   "Well, I'm done talking how about we get this party started."



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[Rhaps]

The Maniac Superstar stands opposite the Belfast Brawler, his facial expressions remaining unchanged as he now surveys the wreckage of one of his opponents lying heaped upon the floor. Tayler looks more than a little pleased with himself whilst Raye puts a hand to his throat; his violent coughing testament to the amount of effort the Irishman put into attempting to choke the life from him. Rhaps nods his approval at the display before seemingly making up his mind on what his first move should be.

He steps forwards, picking up the shot glasses he had drunk from moments earlier and holds them aloft, his evil grin spreading ever wider. He kneels beside his victim before nodding once more at his former partner. Raye’s eyes widen in alarm as Rhaps abruptly smashes the glasses one at a time into his forehead, some of the shards passing dangerously close to his eye sockets. Some of the shards tear at his skin, instantly causing thin rivulets of crimson to spurt from his open wounds. Rhaps’ prey lets out a blood curdling scream as he puts his hands up to his face in a vain attempt to nullify the agony that he is currently experiencing. TNT laughs at the sight before he too steps forwards. He drives the flat of his boot into the top of Raye’s head, causing the superstar’s head to slam into the floor with a dull thud.

After that brief attack the Irishman stands up and turns his eyes upon the Safety Ranger, a determined glint in his eyes as he circles his foe. Rhaps keeps his gaze level, unsure what to expect from the man now standing before him. He steps over Raye’s fallen form as he dashes wildly towards the Explosive One, attempting to spear him backwards. TNT however exhibits his natural exuberance, easily sidestepping the clumsy attack and confirming in one move that not a sign of ring rust is present. He kicks his foot out wildly, catching Rhaps in the jaw as he turns. The boot staggers the Slice-O-Matic 9000 and he takes a half second to recover, giving Tayler enough time to have picked up two glass ash trays. In one fluid motion, the Irishman smashes both of them across either side of Rhaps’ head before once again driving his foot forwards. The sole of his boot crashes into his enemy’s solar plexus, causing him to drop to the floor winded and heaving from the impact.

Tayler is quick to follow up his attack as he hefts a small chair over his back in one smooth overhead sweep, the woodwork clattering against Rhaps’ back and driving him to the ground unceremoniously. TNT stands triumphant over the forms of the two fallen gladiators, revelling in the destruction that he was wrought. Raye begins to show some signs of life as he rolls back onto all fours. The Belfast Brawler quickly closes the distance between himself and the One Man Militia. He aims a boot at his midriff but The Franchise exhibits speed of his own, his hands now a motion blur as he reaches out and catches TNT’s foot before it has a chance to impact against his flesh. He sweeps the Irishman’s leg upwards, causing him to fall to the floor with a resounding crash. Raye is upon him with a fraction of a second, his hands balled into fists and ready to deliver some pain of his own as he begins delivering powerful left and right hand shots to TNT’s skull. Tayler’s head rocks back and forth like a Yo-Yo while Raye continues to brutalise him. The scene is tantamount to a car crash as the Future Legend flops to one side from the effort and all three men remain on the ground for some time, the toll of the bar brawl already having an impact on their bodies.

['The Franchise' SM Raye]

Raye rains down shot by damning shot on the human jar of mayonnaise, with each shot his anger grows over being sneak attacked.

"YOU! STUPID! MOTHER! FUCKER!"

The charismatic veteran snaps to his feet, his baby blue eyes blazing.

"Get your Count Crackula looking as up!"

The Irishman slowly raises to a knee, slightly stunned from the assault his smaller foe has laid upon him. TNT in a blur of Fiery hair raises to his knee before his assailant can dart toward him, looking to take his head off with his patella. The Belfast Brawler ducks under the on-coming limb of The One Man Militia skillfully and hoist his sprinting adversary onto his wide shoulders. Raye drives a few quick and precise elbows into the side of the neck of the muscular powerhouse. Taylor drops The Courier of Controversy to the floor and the Chicago native grabs a bottle from off the bar and aims for the scalp of his much taller foe, but the bottle is quickly snatched away from the SIC Maniac.

"What you got punk? You are a bigger piece of crap than the human nightlight over here."

Rhaps drops the bottle on the floor, effectively shattering it before taking his smart mouth adversary by the throat and sending sailing down the bar top. The Safety Police of EVPW's victorious moment is, however, short live as he is receives a club to the back and he is pulled back toward the monster from Ireland. The pasty arms of the stick of dynamite slams into the small of the SIC one's spine again targeting the already weakened part of his known rival's anatomy. Rhaps's spine arches on impact and he lets out a low groan. The Belfast brawler takes ahold of the SIC maniac's head and drags him head long into the nearest wall. As the 'safe' mental case crumbles in a head TNT lets out a guttural, warrior shout.

[TNT]

Tayler takes a moment to survey the carnage that surrounds him, although the brawl has barely started chaos has reigned down upon this unfortunate location. The SIC maniac lays crumpled on the floor helpless almost mirroring the state of the franchise player as Tayler's guttural scream reverberates through the bar terrifying the onlookers. The stale stench of peanuts and cheap liquor fills his nostrils as he makes his way over to the mouthy American grabbing him by the throat and forcing him to his feet. TNT's eyes lock firmly on his target as the monstrous thoughts rush through his mind a combination of devastation and decimation flowing to the forefront. SM Raye capitalises on the momentary lapse by landing a series of devastating blows on his much larger opponent. Each hit sends the Belfast native staggering back a few steps as the Franchise gathers momentum much to the crowds delight.

With the Irish man effectively stunned and dead on his feet the courier of controversy grabs the nearest thing to hand and smashes it into the Belfast behemoths skull sending him crashing to the floor. The one man militia drops the ash tray to the floor and charges at the downed frame of the ice cream loving maniac. Despite all his effort, the Chicago native's efforts are all for naught as the sliceomatic 9000 manages to escape at the last possible second causing SM to smash his foot against the brick wall. Rhaps quickly gets to his feet allowing himself to meet the challenge of his American opponent as the two stand toe to toe locking eyes. The standoff lasts only a matter of seconds before the Sic maniac takes the initiative connecting with a vicious slobbernocker of a right hook that staggers his opponent.

The two men go back and forth blow after blow much to the crowds delight as they witness an old fashioned standoff. Neither of the tenacious men give an inch, seemingly intent on tearing the others head from their respective shoulders. The torn flesh on SM's forehead causes liquid crimson to seep into his eyes blinding him momentarily as Rhaps land's a vicious hay maker that sends him spiralling backwards.

Unfortunately for the one man militia rather than connecting with the blood soaked floor his almost limp frame is caught by the Belfast behemoth. Tayler's hands clasp together as he tightens his grip not willing to waste another second he turns slightly ensuring the positioning allows him to follow through with his malicious intent. The harbinger of pain bends his knees slightly before easily hoisting the 225 pounds of Chicago made flesh into the air preparing to land a devastating German suplex. As if things weren't looking bad enough for the franchise, almost instinctively Rhaps throws himself into the air, gaining as much momentum as he possibly can before driving the soles of his boots into Raye's chest. The added impact of the impromptu drop kick increases the velocity with which Tayler falls backwards driving SM head first through a table.

The table splinters on impact as the two men implode through it and onto the cold unforgiving concrete floor. The crowd erupt as the explosive aftermath unfolds before them. Tayler lays on the ground almost lifeless barring the subtle signs of his breathing, although he got off lightly compared to his victim who has been left folded up amongst the debris almost drowning in his own blood. The SIC one clambers to his feet once more and surveys the carnage, rather than basking in the chaos he helped create he hops onto the counter of the bar. The sliceomatic 9000 has a devious almost psychotic glint in his eye as he throws himself off the counter aiming for both of the men whose frames are almost intertwined. The audience find themselves holding their collective breathe for what seems like moments but what is in reality a matter of seconds before his frame collides of the Belfast brawlers. The devastating senton hits its mark as TNT's frame convulses in pain having taken the brunt of the attack. Raye wasn't totally unscathed as the Strawberry connoisseur's boot had connected with his skull leaving all three men splayed across the floor much to the audiences delight.

[Nicholas Carson]

What's a bar room brawl without Nicky boy? Post reserved. Got to get contract up first.

[Nicholas Carson]

The scene had turned into chaos inside the bar. Three men lie victim of their own foolishness, and those around them, drunken and immoral were eating it up like sweet candy. They chanted for the men to get up and continue their battles but for the time being they all remain in their own personal pit of despair. The door to the bar swings open suddenly and with great authority, a ominous 6'6" 275 pound frame swallowing up the space where the door had been. The hoopla is quickly sequestered by the presence of the legendary Mauler, who stands unmoving clad in blue jeans and a Guns and Roses throwback shirt. He has left the clown paint at home this time. His face is clean shaven on the sides but he has a nifty looking goatee going on and his hair, usually a total mess is short and slicked back. The patrons scatter in fright, too afraid to cheer or jeer a man whose mental instability is second to none. Carson sports a poker face as he strolls in and bypasses the three bar room warriors on his way to the karaoke machine.

Nicky Boy flips the switch on and brings it to life, quickly selecting a song as he does so. The bar keep would usually notify a customer if karaoke night had been cancelled, but the already bleeding and injured old man is no stranger to the things Carson has done so he refuses to impede. The Maniac Mauler, still apparently clueless about the cancellation, spins the knob to full blast and brings the microphone to his lips while chugging down a bottle of Jack that was left unattended in his presence. Within moments he was into the gig, singing his heart out as the three gladiators slowly make it to their feet.

"Everybody was Kung Fu fighting... (makes instrumental noises with mouth)... those kids were fast as lighting... yeah."

On his way up, Raye wisely grabs hold of a bar stool leg and part of a round table that had been knocked over. He uses it for a shield and turns to his gawking counterparts, both of whom seem mystified as to why Carson has resurfaced now of all times. SM smacks Rhaps across the back with the wooden leg then pushes him off balance with his makeshift shield, allowing him another shot that connects to Rhaps' arm. Tayler is alert and charges at SM Raye with a boot raised high in the air. Luckily Raye throws his shield in front of it, the wooden barrier absorbing most of the power. He still gets knocked over though and is made to scramble back to his feet. He tries to bring his weapons back into the fray but it is of no use. The Belfast Brawler grabs the shield and tugs hard on it, plucking it and SM Raye from the ground in a single swoop. Raye refuses to abandon his new toy and pays the price for such sentiment as he is hurled through the air and crashes into the karaoke machine. The device sparks and sputters into oblivion, leaving Nicholas without the only thing that he found could keep him calm these days.

There's a moment of silence immediately afterward. Nicky Pooh looks down at the kid beneath him, someone who was innocent of the crime, then drops to a knee while bringing down a powerfully balled fist. Raye manages to get his shield up but Carson's hamhock busts through it and collides with the man's chest, expelling all of the air from his lungs. Nicholas snaps his head toward TNT, a flare of anger raging in his eyes.

TNT: "Ahhhh shit!"

The Irishman nudges the Strawberry Dairy King and points out what is going on. The two don't speak to one another, they don't need to, it is clear what they must do. Unite.

Nicholas Carson leaves his victim at is feet and stands up, knuckles popping loudly as he closes his hands into fists repeatedly. He points at Rhaps.

"This doesn't concern you. Leave now Strawberry Fairy or I'll bend you over that counter and make you into the woman you've always wanted to be."

He then snarls at TNT.

"TNTinerkbell, we meet again. You always seem to piss me off. This is the last time you do it."

Carson explodes toward TNT with his hands clasped above his head, seeking to cave his skull in with a Double Axe Handle Smash.

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