The streetlights that lined Scotia Street were flickering on and off in the heat of the night. A full moon cast a silhouette over the blocked off street. Sirens in the air as people engaged in fisticuffs. There was blood on the ground. Shots were fired and than everybody moved into the park. Two men break away from the pack and make their way to Gottegen Street. One of the two men slipped and fell down. It looked like he was hurt. The other stopped running and turned around. He took a few steps before completely stopping.

“I will help you Ray, but it changes nothing between us. The only reason that I am even considering helping you is the fact that I want my chance to kick your ass. So I am going to help you, and we are going to get to Metro Square Parking.” The other man said. Ray, still on the ground looked up with a worrying face that screamed help.

Ray was not your average fighter. As a matter of fact, he was not your average man. Ray Pelekai or Ray Ray as he is called on the streets is a doctor. The only problem he has is that he can not get a job due to his past criminal record. Just because he is a nerd however, does not mean he isn’t a fighter. Ray Ray stands at about six and a half feet, and at nearly two-hundred and eighty pounds he certainly packs a punch. Ray is a white man with a terrible attitude, and those who cross his path best not cross him at all.

After a long look into Crow’ eyes, Crow ran towards Ray Ray and helped him up his feet. “Just remember what I said…” Crow told the injured Ray as they ran off through the streets of downtown Halifax. While running away the two ran into an old parking garage, and ascended a few floors until they reached the top. “This is where you get of Dr. Pelekai.” Crow told the man as he let him off his shoulders and on to his own.

“Crow, it doesn’t have to go down like this.” said Ray addressing his saviour and opponent. “Raymond, this is our territory. You invaded it and it is going down the way that the Revolver wants it to go down. I am not the leader of the Revolver, I am just a messenger and I am delivering our message one way or another. I will give you a choice. Choice A is that you jump off this mother fucking parking garage and go splat, or you can choose B where you can stop your whining ass complaints and take a beating like a man.”

And Crow was the right man for the job if your looking to give beating. Crow is one of the best, black fighters that the Halifax community ever seen. He is an ex welter-weight boxer with a local club who gave up his championship for greed. The money that he was chasing was being tracked and when he got it, well so did the police. Without going into too much detail, Crow wears white twenty-four seven. He says that it is the colour of angels and therefore the colour of Heaven. He is a very religious man and some would say that he has a thing for alcoholics, but everybody in the Revolver knows that he is truly on Woman Connoisseur of sorts.

“Mother fucker what is your choice?” asked Crow, and than a clapping sound was heard coming from the exit of the parking garage. Eight men walked onto the rook of that building, all dressed in black leather with black shirts. A well dressed business man followed them. “That was some nice acting, Mr. Stevens, but would you be ready for an actual fight?” the business man asked. Crow turned around and looked at the white blonde standing their with guards. “Leon Stevens is a cracker name. My names is Crow, and you will address me so. Now what are you talking about a real fight? I am the greatest fighter since Frankie Dux, you white hick.”

“Crow, and Raymond…I am here to offer you the opportunity of a life time. You see I am a manager of fighters and I just so happen to have two invitations to a tournament coming up. This tournament is strictly underground and very expensive. It is five thousand dollars just to register, but it is worth it, for fighters all over North America register for this tournament. The winner…takes all.”

Note: this is an intro and only part 1 to the intro.