Kenny Russo was feeling furious because of a song he heard at the local bar. He saw a shady looking fellah. He punched him in the face.

He died.

My dear KennyRusso.  So you woke up out of your semi induced coma in a fury. Relax my brother, shits not that bad.  Dawn called in the cleaners to clean up the mess.

Kenny fled the scene of the crime. And he punched another person on the way to his hideout.

The other person died too.

We should get this guy in some toughman competitions.  He has fists that would make Jack Dempsey quiver.  Lord knows - there's lots of gambling degenerates around here to make a guy a buck.

Indifference rubs his chin thoughtfully...

Wolfie that knew this old one called Furious and wanted to learn his buddy Kenny a well-earned öesson.

"Keep your fist clean my friend, dont use them to hard and just in times where their needed you old mate :p"