Chyna walked down the streets of Manhattan, admiring all the sights of her home. She had to admit, she loved the city. It had everything she needed. Alcohol, late nights, alcohol, bright lights, alcohol and criminals. Lots and lots of criminals. If there was one thing that rivaled her love for alcohol, it was her love of violence. When she had received the letter from IvanRomanov asking her to join him in Manhattan, she knew the time had come to fulfill her true calling. And the fact that he kept the HQ stocked with plenty of vodka was definitely an added bonus. She stopped on a corner and just watched. Just as she was about to cross the street, she felt a very light tug on her purse. Spinning around, she caught a would be mugger about to stroll away with her hard earned money. She grabbed a hold of him around the neck and fell backwards, throwing him to the ground. She stood up and then power slammed the guy, falling on top of him with all her strength. For good measure, she punched him in the groin before going through his pockets. Standing up, she placed the money in her purse, smoothed out her skirt and continued on her journey.

Ah, yes, this was definitely the place for her, she thought to herself as she continued on. She had to meet the boss and she didn't want to be late. Passing by a reflective glass, she paused a moment to check her looks. Running her fingers through her hair, she smoothed it back into place. Satisfied, she gave a quick flex, laughing as she saw a few men behind her hurrying off in another direction. She started to continue on when something caught her eye in the glass. Squinting, she watched inside one of her favorite deli's, run by Old Man Berkowitz. She saw a younger man yelling at the owner and then pull a gun from his jacket, waving it around as he yelled. She spun around, darting across the street. Busting into the store, screaming herself as she plowed into the man, knocking the gun out of his hands and the wind out of his lungs. Jumping up, she grabbed a hold of him and raised him in the air over her head. She held him there a moment before throwing him down onto a table. She glared at him a moment as he lay among the broken glass and wood on the floor. She gave him a final kick before storming out. She hoped this didn't make her late.

When she finally reached the bar, she stepped inside, giving the scene a once over. She walked up to the bar and ordered a vodka on the rocks. Too bad they didn't have the fancy stuff like Ivan's place. Waiting, she turned around, watching the crowd. Her eyes landed on a couple standing in the corner. Her eyes narrowed as she watched their conversation quickly escalating into something more. As the man grabbed the woman angrily, Chyna moved away from the bar towards them. When he raised his hand to hit her, Chyna grabbed the closest thing she could reach, a chair. She picked it up and swung it at the man's back as hard as she could, the chair splintering against him as he fell to the floor. She reached down, grabbing him by the waist of his pants and neck of his suit jacket. Carrying him towards the door, two men rushed to open it for her. Just as she tossed him out, Ivan walked up. Dusting off her hands, she smiled.

"Hiya, Boss. I was just taking out some trash."

he had noticed her about town, but was unsure of her name, and her association. after asking around, he found out she was a friend of his, thus explaining why he was unfamilar with her. after hearing her speak, he smiled and offered his hand.

Welcome to New York, Chyna. Our city is improved by your decision to associate with us. As your voyage goes, if you ever need anything, dont hesitate to ask me. We are a tight nit organization who looks out for one another. May you be successful and happy!

he wondered away to the local bar, a desire to quench his thirst with expensive liquors!

Ivan was walking towards his bar with his fellow Right Hand, Denam. Suddenly a loud bang was heard just ahead of them. They thought it to be a gun shot because it was so deafening. They continued to walk towards the loud bang and even with their hands on their weapons. As they approached, they realized they didn't need to draw their weapons. Chyna was throwing out some poor sob for god knows what. She was doing just what he hired her for. To be his enforcer.

"Whatever is going on, I like it."

Ivan grinned as he saw the poor man crying in tears as Chyna man handled him to the curb. They went inside to order a few drinks, knowing that the night was still young. 

After getting off the plane, Rory decided to grab a drink before attending to his business in New York. Upon entering the bar he quickly recognised leading figures of the New York underworld. Knowing it would be unwise to upset them, he quietly made his way to the bar. Whilst waiting for the bartender to come over, Rory felt a presence. A confident aurora. He looked across the bar to see a fine looking, but no doubt dangerous young lady. Upon making eye contact he tipped his hat before looking away, the last thing a 'tough' upcoming associate needed was an arse kicking. Although clearly new to mob world, the way that the woman held herself made it clear that she was going far.

 I'll take a gin please bartender.

I have heard rumor of this Colossus that hails from the noble House of IvanRomanov, and now here she stands, towering above the commoners of Manhattan. Behold this savage woman and beg for life when she comes to claim it. With the build of a Gladiator, you will be my Champion of the Arena, Chyna. The masses will call you... Hero.

Penny was in New York for business reasons, it had been a long day of negotiations 12 hours worth of back and fourth discussions without a done deal. The negotiations were put on halt for the day and were to be continued the following morning. The stress level for Penny was through the roof she figured it would only take a couple hours at most to get the deal done but hence it was almost 11pm and here she was stuck in New York for the evening. Needing to relax for bit Penny decided a nice stiff drink or 2 were in order so she headed to the bar across from her hotel.

Upon entering the bar she knew right away this was a locals hangout, seemed there were a couple of mafia types with their private tables in the back and a bunch of associates scattered through out the place. It felt very much like the bars Penny frequently visited back in Detroit, she scanned the bar looking for the ideal spot to sit. There was an open seat on the side of the bar, was the only one available so Penny quickly scampered over to it. There was a couple in the corner standing a couple feet away from the open seat "Is anyone sitting here" Penny asked the couple. "No" The man said in a nasty voice, now usually Penny wouldn't let anyone talk to her like that but today she didn't care all she wanted was that drink. She sat down waved the barkeep over "Can I get a whiskey on the rock... oh and make it a double" the barkeep quickly threw some ice in a rocks glass grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured that glass to the top. "Here you go ma'am, I will open a tab for you"

Penny took a sip and in moments the exhausting day was a distant memory. The noise of the bar was soothing to her ears until the couple sitting next to her began arguing. It started off small but as the seconds grew so did the tone of the mans voice, Penny looked over her shoulder the man had this woman gripped up with one hand and was in the process of raising his hand to hit her. Penny quickly stood up to intervene but before she could she seen out of the corner of her eye a stocky woman with jet black hair running towards the couple. She ran right up next to Penny's seat looked right and then left eying up Penny's chair. Without hesitation she grabbed it and swung hitting the man square in the back, Penny grabbed her drink off the bar and quickly got out of the way. She watched the entire scene play out from a distance ending with the guy literally getting thrown out of the place. She looked at the barkeep "On that note I think I will cash out" handing the barkeep a $20 bill she chugged the rest of her whiskey and headed out the bar, stepping over the now unconsciousness man.