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Thunder roared from the opposite side of the alley, headlights streaking like lightning through the fog as another storm approached. The ground trembled with its approach, a roughly equal number of men on choppers advancing from the ominous clouds in the direction of Mason's posse. Some wore Belfast biker kuttes, while others sported tribal facepaint. All followed behind their leader, Salem at the head of the pack.

The "Nap Town Nightmare" was sporting a simple black denim jeans and a sleeveless "Copperhead" shirt, branded with his take on the "Don't Tread On Me" flag in a yellow and black style that reminded him of the old Cactus shirts. His fists were taped, his eyes firm and focused like a snake on Mason as his group circled the other and filed in to fit amongst the other bikers.

Waiting for his entourage to get settled, Salem approached one of his allies waiting on the perimeter of the circle and passed by him, indignation on the face of Mason's ally parked beside. Approaching the big rookie, Salem flexed a little and stretched, but his eyes never left the big man's as one of the engines revved hard, signaling the start of the fight.

The bikers started revving their engines as the two men approached each other, Mason making the first move with a headbutt that stunned Salem back a step or two, the agitators around them eager for someone to get close! Mason followed up his headbutt quickly with a hook to the chin, further rattling Salem who suddenly charged aggressively, looking to shoot in for a double-leg takedown!

Salem knew the Big Rook was gonna be hard to handle physically, but was surprised at the man's deft lowering of his center of gravity, something the national-level amateur wrestler briefly admired even as his body slid along the ground and around the side of Mason, looking to pick one of his ankles from behind!

Salem tried to keep his grip on the ankle, but Mason's raw size and power were enough to shake Salem off with a shove of his boot, damage done to both parties as "The Copperhead" released his ankle lock after taking a heel to the face!

Salem just felt the power of the big man he was trapped in a circle with, silently impressed at just what the young rook was capable of while knowing he'd have to find ways to take advantage of the stipulation to get an advantage! As "Big Black" started standing up, Salem would charge and launch himself at Mason, trying to dropkick him in the spine and send him towards the bikes, hoping his Irish and Native brothers would get engaged!

Salem was just managing to get up when Mason grabbed one of his cousins off his bike and launched him over onto him, both men gasping and grunting from the impact!

Salem and his cousin were stumbling to get up, but now that he'd been tossed in the circle, the Irishman was legal until he got back to his bike! With Mason approaching, Salem and his brethren looked to give the big man an old Irish specialty, a Belfast garrote with a running double clothesline!