Richmond Coliseum is going to be lit up on Saturday night. Until then, the XWF superstars need to pass the time and enjoy the town. What better place than the best whiskey bar in all of Richmond, Virginia? McCormack's Big Whiskey Grill is the number one place to go for a drink. People of all kinds come to McCormack's to let off some steam and have a drink. Blacks, whites, bikers, businessman, yokels, and even Havoc are all here. Brandon Moore, David Stone, and Ronnie Cage bust in through the front door like they own the place. Ronnie takes in a big whiff through his nose and gives a questioning look towards Brandon.

Ronnie Cage: The fuck are we doin' here?

David Stone: Seriously, who the fuck let Brandon pick the bar? And why the hell are we hanging out like we're friends?

Brandon Moore: Oh, fuck the both of you. I don't know shit about drinking other than this place is supposed to have a dope ass Shirley Temple.

Ronnie Cage: Yew are fuckin' kiddin' me, right?

Brandon Moore: I don't kid about grenadine and Sprite, dude.

David sighs and shakes his head as Ronnie prepares to rip Brandon's head off. He thinks better of it and the three of them approach the bar. They don't order just yet as they decide to survey the area. They're looking to see if there are any other XWF superstars around or anyone they know they can fuck with.

Brandon Moore: You guys are right. What the fuck are we doing here?

Ronnie Cage: Yew bastard...

David Stone: Oh fuck me.

Brandon Moore: This place is lousy. Let's spruce it up a bit?

Ronnie gets a rare smirk on his face. The three Havoc members all look at each other with vicious intent in their eyes.

Ronnie Cage: What did yew have in mind?

Brandon rubs his hands together like an evil villain from a cartoon and starts to cackle.

David Stone: Okay, none of that shit.

David grabs Brandon by the wrists and rips his hands apart, stopping the maniacal gesture he was acting out.

Brandon Moore: Fine. Fuck. Let's get some drinks in you boys. I'm fucking crazy enough sober. If you two didn't know better, you'd think I was on drugs all the fucking time anyhows. Get you some drinks. Then...you guys ever seen Lord of the Rings?

David and Ronnie look quizzically at each other before responding to Brandon.

David Stone/Ronnie Cage: The fuck?

Brandon Moore: You know? Lord of the fucking Rings! Orlando Bloom and the dwarf dude make a game out of killing those orc fuckers! They count how many of them they kill. A contest!

David Stone: So, you want us to kill people?

Brandon Moore: No, god dammit. Let's bust some fucking heads and see who's got the most at the end of the night! If they still make us pay the tab after this place is torn apart, whoever comes in last has to cough it up!

Ronnie Cage: For fuck's sake, Brandouche....Ah like it.

David Stone agrees as the three turn to order their drinks from the bar, Brandon obviously sticking with the non-alcoholic variety.

Ronnie orders three shots of bourbon and two Bud Lights, Brandon orders a Shirley Temple and David orders two shots of tequila and a Stella Artois.

Brandon takes the straw out of his Shirley Temple, and all three men down their drinks. Ronnie even pours both beers into his mouth at the same time. He then picks up his empty beer bottles by the neck, holding the bottles upside down and smashes the bottles on the bar. At the same time, Brandon kicks the stool of the man sitting next to him out from under him which causes the man to fall into the man sitting next to him. David grabs the man sitting on the stool next to him and proceeds to slam his face into the counter.

Pandemonium! Some people run out of the bar, but many stay and try to fight Havoc. Each member is facing multiple patrons at once. Brandon calls out to Bad Attitude.

Brandon Moore: Be my ropes!

David delivers a quick Stone Cutter and then goes to meet up with Ronnie. They connect their arms, as Brandon runs towards them, he turns his back towards the pair and then falls into the linked arms of Bad Attitude, who then slingshot him back towards his group of bar patrons. Brandon jumps and hits an incredible dropkick knocking the entire group down.

Ronnie hops over the bar and begins throwing bottles, anything he can get his hands on. Beer, liquor, even empty glasses. All of a sudden, David comes through dragging some poor sod across the bar, slamming him head first into all of Ronnie's ammunition that had been set up on the bar.

Ronnie Cage: Hey! Ah was gonna use that!

David just shrugs and laughs it off as he picks a new victim. He finds a man trying to crawl towards the door. David grins, an evil fucking grin, and grabs the man by the ankle and pulls him away from the door before locking in the Stone Crusher. Meanwhile, Ronnie kicks around some broken glass into a pile and picks up a patron off the ground, locking in a full nelson. He looks right, and then left, and then slams the man face first into the pile and then rolls him over screaming at Brandon who is on the other side of the bar.

Ronnie Cage: Hey Brandouche! Yore turn!

Brandon points at the bar and then runs towards it, hopping over the man Ronnie had left on the ground. He jumps up onto two stools, and then onto the counter, while screaming "Just Plain Better" and moonsaults onto the poor man below him.

The men take a second to pause and look around at the carnage they've caused, wiping some sweat from their brows. Nobody's dead yet, and a few patrons are still moving.

Stone, who has by now released the poor sap with the obviously damaged ankle from his grip looks around with a vicious smirk on his face. His dark eyes are lit up with a glee rarely seen before as he spins, looking for another victim. He spies a man reaching out to grab hold of Brandon, who’s just getting to his feet. Running over, Stone delivers a swift clothesline to the man, knocking him onto the recumbent victim of Brandon’s finishing move.

David: “Remember, you owe me for that.”

Brandon nods as David turns around. Spying yet another brainless individual running over, pool cue in hand, Stone ducks his head. He charges the man, spear! The pool cue goes flying and Ronnie catches it. He swings for the fences at one man who’s just getting to his feet and knocks him down again. All 3 men look round for more people to hurt and then pass a disappointed glance between themselves.

By now though, anyone who can still walk has left the bar. The 3 members of Havoc bump fists in that way all sportsmen do for no apparent reason when there’s been a job well done.

Amazingly they haven’t been thrown out as of yet, but by the look of the barman, who had ducked and run to the back room when all the brawling had started, he’s not going to let them stay much longer. Especially when you consider the damage that’s been done to his bar. There’s busted glass, blood, broken stools and a snapped pool cue lying all over the place. Yup, we might surmise that the bar keep is pretty pissed off. Havoc though, don’t seem to notice this as they are talking among themselves, trying to total up the damage as to who must pay the tab.

Ronnie Cage smirks, as he counts on his fingers.

Ronnie: “Ah got 6 of them little shits. Dave?”

Stone shrugs. He pauses for a second to think then speaks.

David: “Roughly the same. Maybe 7, but at least one of them isn’t going to be walking for a while.”

His evil grin splits his face once more as he turns to Brandon. Brandon’s grin is even larger as he points around the bar.

Brandon: “12. Read ‘em’ and weep Ronald. Get your wallet out and let’s blow this fucking shithole.”

Begrudgingly, Ronnie grabs his wallet from the pocket of his jeans and then throws his card at the barman. His card is swiped and he places it back in his wallet, muttering under his breath as Havoc leave the bar with warnings of dire consequences as to what will happen if they return.

Ooc: roleplay written by Brandon Moore, Ronnie Cage and David Stone with the express permition of each handler to use the characters mentioned.

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