*** Inside a smokey, English themed bar. It's very crowded. People are chatting and generally in high spirits as the beer is flowing freely. The camera pans across the lively crowd searching for XWF superstar Ken Kennedy.
Surrounded by a group of men, he's embroiled in a solid arm wrestle competition with a rather large burly bloke. Ken doesn't even seem to be breaking a sweat. Sipping his beer, embarrassing his opponent he slams his hand down & downs his drink in victory. The other promptly throws Ken some notes and goes to walk off. Ken slams his glass on the table and grabs the losers arm making him turn to face Ken ***

Ken Kennedy - Come again mate, tell ya friends to come and find me if they wanna lose some money. Ha!

*** The loser looks at Ken's hand which is holding him back in disgust ***

Loser - Piss taking bastard!

*** Ken laughs it off and lets go of the losers arm ***

Ken Kennedy - Ha! Moody prick. What's your problem fella. If ya didn't wanna lose, you shouldn't have put ya money where ya mouth was.

*** The loser turns to Ken with a sour look on his face. In a split second Ken bolts upright in the losers direction. Not backing down and showing no fear ***

Ken Kennedy - Do it! Give me a reason to knock you and you mates out. Just be happy at the order you come at me because that'll be the order you all get knocked out in.

*** An awkward couple of seconds past before the Loser realizes that taking on Ken isn't in his best interests. He turns and accompanied by 2 friends walks away ***

Ken Kennedy - That's f**king right Pal, Jog on! Do one!

*** One of the Losers friends, stops & turns around to face Ken. The man is overweight, but still quite tall ***

Ken Kennedy - What the f**k are you looking at pork chop?

*** The tubby friend shakes his head and follows the other two men out of sight. Ken's phone begins to ring. Scrabbling around in his leather jacket he finds it ***

Ken Kennedy - Your on the phone, what's your beef?

T-Bone - Ken, Ken How's it going me old dog you?

Ken Kennedy - Rosey T-Bone. You?

T-Bone - Could be worst Pal. So you f**ked it up yet?

Ken Kennedy - P**s off T! The Total Package Ken Kennedy is now on the XWF's pay roll b***h. The Monday Madness roster is where the parties at.

T-Bone - Good. So when do I get a sniff of that money then?

Ken Kennedy - Huh! Hang about T. I've only been added to madness a couple days.

*** Ken slams back the last of his whiskey and gathers his jacket. He starts heading to the bar ***

Ken Kennedy - The DDT King hasn't seen any of the dollar yet.

*** Catching the eye of the bar man Ken signals for a couple beers ***

Ken Kennedy - I'm having to arm wrestle chumps, hustle mugs at pool and casually walk away from paying for things just to stay alive out here.

*** The bar man hands the beers to Ken between two men standing in front of Ken at the bar. Ken begins to search for his wallet knowing full well a blah is on the way. Ken lowers the phone ***

Ken Kennedy - (To bar man) My wallets over there, two seconds yeah?

*** Ken turns and casually heads straight for the exit. Raising the phone back to his head ***

Ken Kennedy - See T, I'm removing myself from a paying situation.

*** As Ken heads for the door, the bar man signals to a co worker that Kennedy hasn't paid and was trying to leave. As Ken reaches the door a paying customer holds it open for him. Kens strolls out into the night, beers in hand ***

Ken Kennedy - And another thing T...

*** Ken has his phone slapped out of hand from a mystery hand from behind him. When Ken turns around in disgust he becomes face to face with the man he just beat in an arm wrestle. Standing behind him are two rather large men. One is about 6ft and the other is about 6'7ft and easily looks like he weighs close to 400lbs ***

Ken Kennedy - Arrr the prick and his two balls. What the f**k do you, tubby and shifty over there want.

Loser - Bar keep said you were a little shy my brother. We're here to collect your debt.

*** Tubby in the background begins to crack his knuckles ***

Ken Kennedy - If you wanted a signed shirt that much fella all ya had to do was ask. Hang on a sec...

*** Ken walks over to where his phone landed before placing it in his pocket. He places both of his bottles on the curb and turns to the loser and his mates ***

*** SMASH ***

*** As Ken turns he's punched square in the mouth by the loser. Ken's blood flys across the road exiting his mouth. As he turns back to face his attacker ***

*** SMASH ***

*** Ken's cracked again in the mouth spraying more blood across the road. Ken turns to the loser, wiping his mouth. He slowly plugs his hand in his pocket ***

Ken Kennedy - Your f**king dead!

*** With in a blink of an eye he unleashes his right fist cracking the loser bang in the teeth. A mixture of blood and teeth fly in all directions. The losers limp body crashes to the floor some 5ft away from Ken. He raises his fist to kiss it showing his chunky brass knuckles. Ken turns to the other two men who now don't seem to interested in fighting ***

Ken Kennedy - Tubby, Shifty you wanna go some too...

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"I'm the King of the DDT, I will DDT you. Believe! He who fears death is in denial..."