Edward Whiteboots searches for a peaceful drink...

[drtre]

The scene opens up to an outside view of Striker's bar, a man sitting on the curb outside with his head in his hands, a saber resting next to the door and vomiting noises being heard from the alley next door. All of a sudden the man outside jumps in shock at a loud roar coming from inside the bar.

: WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T PAY IN DOUBLOONS???

A loud shattering of glass is heard as the door is opened by the man on the outside, followed closely by the camera, which goes in to see Captain Edward Whiteboots inside standing with his fists on the bar, and his chair toppled backward behind him.

Bartender: We only take American dollars here sir, if you don't pay in American dollars, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Captain: I haven't even had a drink yet ya bastard! I DIDN'T SAIL FOR THOUSANDS OF MILES FOR THIS!

Bartender: Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now, security, take him outside.

Captain: OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!

Captain Edward Whiteboots reaches to his hip and clenches his fist, realizing he left his sword outside as a burly security guard walks toward him.

Captain: Huh. Guess I have to take care of ya scoundrels the hard way.

With a gleam in his eye, the tough pirate reaches down to his knocked over bar stool and sweeps it upward in one smooth motion as the security guard lunges forward at him, the wooden stool collecting him in the stomach, knocking him aside winded. Smiling, Whiteboots turns around just as the man behind him throws a hay maker, with enough time to place the stool between the pirate's head and the oncoming fist, breaking the man's hand and causing him to double over in agony, only for the Captain to bring the stool up and swing it down fast onto the man's back, breaking the stool into three pieces and the man's ribs into eight. Turning with a wicked smile, Captain Edward Whiteboots steps toward a big black man half a foot taller than him, who laughs in dismissal, until Whiteboots lunges at him and knocks him out with a hard right uppercut. The surly pirate's eyes circle the room for oncoming threats but nobody steps to him, causing the pirate to lower his guard. Small mistake, as two big man rush him from behind as he turns to leave jumping on him, one pinning the Captain down as the other punches him a few times, hitting him and the gut and jaw, capping it off with a strike to the mouth, busting his lip open. The two men stand up, satisfied with their work, as Whiteboots rubs his mouth and sees blood on his fingers, only intensifying his fury. With a roar of anger he stands up in front of the two men, ducking a punch from one and hitting him across the jaw knocking him to the ground momentarily. Turning to the second man, Whiteboots blocks a right hook and punts him hard in the gut, grabbing the man by the hair and shirt and lifting him up with a yell of anger, before viciously hurling him over the bar counter into a drinks shelf, smashing every bottle. Wiping his sweaty hands on his pants, Captain Edward Whiteboots turns around as the first man rises, catching the pirate with an uppercut to the stomach, followed by a hook to the jaw. Rearing up for a finishing hay maker, he swings with full force, the swashbuckler not bothering to duck and simply reaching out to grab the oncoming fist, a look of shock plastered across the man's face as Whiteboots bends the fist backward, forcing the man onto his knees. Bending it further, the Captain turns around and looks at the fully extended elbow, raising his knee and bringing it crashing down on the mans arm, breaking it. Captain Edward Whiteboots yells in triumph as he picks up two chairs with ease and starts to spin around, collecting about four people across the face coming toward him. One man begins to get up, but the pirate rushes forward and punts him in the head, before throwing one chair at two of them heaped on the floor, hitting both again in the head, and smashing the second chair over the knees of the fourth man.

Captain: BAHAHA! That was fun! Who's next?!?

Everyone in the bar backs away slowly from the man.

Captain: Pfft. Buncha cowards, every mother's son of ya. Give me a drink RIGHT NOW.

The Captain growls at the bartender who shakily pours him a drink, while Whiteboots surveys the destruction. Suddenly the door opens, revealing a large, mustached man standing there.

Bartender: Aww you're in for it now. Mikey the Bikey's here, he's gonna kick your ass...

Mikey: What the hell happened to these fag-boys?

TBC BY MIKEY THE BIKEY ONLY

[bigjimmy]

A man with a black leather jacket, torn jeans, a red and black bandana and black boots strides into a bar, dust blowing in through the doorway. The tough-looking man with the very attractive moustache rolls his neck as he struts to the counter. He slumps down on a stool, slamming his elbows down on the counter. He rolls his neck again as the barman wipes out a glass, looking at him suspiciously. He sets the glass down underneath the taps and fills the glass to the brim. The man reaches over and grabs the glass, froth spilling over the top. The barman straightens his bow tie in shock after the man empties the glass with one swig. The man slams the glass down on the counter, smashing it and gets up off the stool.

::Barman:: - “Hey Mikey, this man just destroyed half my customers and half of the bar.”

::Mikey The Bikey:: - “Looks like he did a damn good job of it too. What you destroying my manager’s bar for, fag-boy?”

The barman looks around at the funny dressed man. The pirate figure stands straighter, puffing up his chest.

::Edward Whiteboots:: - “I want a drink and I want it now. Argh I’ll destroy the whole place to get a swig o’ beer.”

All the other people take a step back, not looking to feel the rage of this strange man. The pirate figure slams his hands down on the counter again and grabs the bartender by the collar. He pulls back his fist, threatening to let loose.

::Edward Whiteboots:: - “I’ll knock yer teeth down yer throat if someone don’t give me a god damn beer!”

::Mikey The Bikey:: - “Don’t talk to my manager like that, fag-boy. You wanna knock someone’s teeth down their throat? Come get me.”

Edward Whiteboots lets go of the barman and runs towards Mikey. They tangle up, Mikey putting Edward in a headlock. Whiteboots struggles for a few seconds and sinks his elbow into Mikey’s gut. Mikey lets go and cops a forearm to the head from the pirate.

::Barman:: - “Mikey, take it outside. The bar’s gonna be destroyed and it ain’t mine.”

Mikey pushes Whiteboots towards the door and slams his head into it. Edward looks dazed as Mikey winds up for a massive haymaker. The massive punch is thrown but Edward is too quick. The fist slams into the door after the pirate dodges it and Mikey retracts his bleeding hand. Whiteboots takes advantage of the blood’s distraction and grabs Mikey by the jacket front. He falls back, pulling Mikey over his head and straight through the wooden door!

::Edward Whiteboots:: - “Take that you liver-skinned dog!”

Edward chuckles as he walks out through the hole in the big wooden door and stands over the tough biker. He steps over the biker’s chest and cops a strong right hand to the crotch from the downed man.

::Barman:: - “Wait up, please! Don’t destroy each other. I have a proposition for you, pirate.”

Mikey and Edward stand side by side, listening to Mikey’s manager.

::Edward Whiteboots:: - “My name’s Edward Whiteboots… CAPTAIN Edward Whiteboots to you.”

::Barman:: - “Sorry captain. I think you two would work great as a tag team. You would destroy every other punk chump in Gods and Heretics Wrestling with your brawling style. No one has stood up to Mikey like you, captain and with him on your side, you two will be unstoppable. What do you say? A deal?”

*TBC by EDWARD WHITEBOOTS ONLY!*

[drtre]

Captain Edward Whiteboots looks at the barman, and then to Mikey the Bikey, his brow furrowed in thought. With his eyes on Mikey the Bikey always, the surly pirate bends down to the side to grab his sabre, sheathing it safely in his belt before turning and staring at the bartender.

Captain: Well what's in it for me?

Bartender: Well you could be big, you could be huge, you could be a household name!

Captain: Fame? Bah. I've already achieved greatness from adventurin' the high seas. What's in it for me that I don't have?

Bartender: I- Uh- Well... maybe- Um...

Mikey: American dollars.

Whiteboots' eyes light up and a smile spreads across his bruised face.

Captain: American dollars... the stuff ya buy grog with?

Mikey: That's the one.

Captain: Fine, I'm in.

Captain Edward Whiteboots suddenly unsheathes his sabre in a quick motion and brandishes it menacingly.

Captain: But if either of yas betray me, I'll hunt ya like a dog and gut ya!

Mikey the Bikey places his palm on the flat of the blade and pushes it away, causing Whiteboots to sheath it slowly.

Mikey: Ease up. I got a little set-up around the corner from here, come on, we'll walk there, and in the morning, we're getting you some wrestlin' training.

The three walk off.

EoT

[Desperado]

Lol, ... Hilarious. Love the Edward Whiteboots character. Oh I'm sorry, 'Captain' Edward Whiteboots.

[drtre]

desperado said:

Lol, ... Hilarious. Love the Edward Whiteboots character. Oh I'm sorry, 'Captain' Edward Whiteboots.

And don't you forget it >_>