Mayhem walks through the streets turning every head in sight. With his well worn suit, his nice hair cut and shining shoes he walks up to his HQ and posts a flyer, he turns around to the massive crowd who are all standing in shock and "aw" at his stud like qualities and smiles, then strolls back into his HQ

Everyone walks closer intrigued about the flyer and begins to read:

Who has the most stud-like qualities

Ladies and gentlemen, I want to point your attention HERE! 

Winner gets to wear the Stud of the day suit which will be determined.

Loser has to wear a suit made by the winners for 3 days, depending on how bad they get beat. 

The contest ends 00:00 Aug 15 Game time, results are instant

Mayhem then walks out in front of the crowd, while whispers in the crowd with "oohh" and "aaahhhhs" as he speaks,

Now I know it's short sweet and too the point, but me, Koehler and Oblivion had this debate on who has the most "stud-like qualities between us. Koehler used a random stud detector and that didn't work, Oblivion did not have anything useful as usual Mayhem chuckles, then Koehler grabs a random person who was bias in my opinion and chose Koehler, so we decided to bring it to the masses, please take a minute and cast your vote, thank you all in advance.

Mayhem takes a bow while he winks at Koehler and Oblivion

Koehler stands on the sidelines while Mayhem makes his speech. When Mayhem is finished, Koehler walks over to him in front of the crowd. He obstructs everyone's view, flexes, and clears his throat.

"Vote for me! You all know I'm the studliest one out of us three, why lie about it?"

Koehler bows before the crowd and walks away from Mayhem. He knew if he stood there any longer, a fist would come flying at him. That wasn't a risk he wanted to take.

Joey stands in the back of the crowd, leaned against a wall with a toothpick in is teeth, hands in his pockets with his thumbs hanging out and his leather jacket gleaming in the sunlight. He brushes his long, but well-kept, hair out of his eyes as he stands up straight to face Mayhem and Koehler at the front of the pack. Gracefully flicking the toothpick off into a nearby gutter he finally speaks in a loud voice, so that he is sure to be heard over the "oohs" and "ahhs" of the crowd.

"Well let's all just be honest here and say that the competition is clearly unfair since you didn't even include the studliest fella around!"

Joey raises his hands in a thumbs up, pauses for a moment, and then points both thumbs back at himself as many of the crowd nod their heads in agreement.

"But since that, UNFORTUNATELY, isn't the competition at hand..."

Joey sighs and then looks back and forth between the candidates. Finally he points his hand lazily in Koehlers direction, shivers at the thought of his decision, and attractively saunters away.

The crowd collectively sighs an impressed sigh at Joey's display of pure, grade-A swagger, and then turns back to see what Koehler and the others have to say.

Understanding the death grip bot Koehler and Oblivion has on some unfortunate souls, Mayhem smiles at the crowd that once saw the stud that he is and has turned to "the other two"

So far, im being pulverized by the competition and rightfully so, they are some "study-like fellas" great choices thus far.

Mayhem raises a flask in toast, 

May the most stud like North Side-er win, I truly am up against some studs.

Butterfingers was in a small crowd of people that had gathered to listen to Mayhem's discussion on the most Studliest North Sider and she couldn't help but giggle. Surely, 3 grown men would not seek out among the masses who was the better stud.

She stepped up out of the crowd and had her say.

"Well, lets see, the 3 candidates all have their own qualities but for those who don't know, here they are and they are very typical of Studly Manly qualities...

Oblivion, the friendly, approachable and caring guy, the one who calls you into his office and silently farts as you enter so you walk into a retched smell and cut cut through it like a knife going through cheese. And there he is, the warm smile watching you as you walk straight into it and seeing the look on your face he bursts out laughing.

Koehler, the approachable funny guy, the one who calls you into his office and upon entering it you find him not there but rather down at the local cat house. Arriving there you find him with an array of scantly clad women draped over him, beer and whiskey on his breath, on his shirt, and on his trousers, and he slurs his orders with a little chuckle.

And then there is Mayhem, the quiet one, always open for a question or two and very helpful. And also the one who walks into the room, scrattches his backside, moves the package around a little and then puts his hand out for you to shake.

What can I say, three fine examples of studly men right there. But if I have to choose, well, the smell of farts, beer and whiskey drive me crazy but at least after I have very gingerly shaken a hand at least I can wash it straight away, so my vote would have to go with Mayhem."

Butterfingers steps back into the crowd awaiting the other responses.

The buzz around Headquarters was nothing short of shocking.  Some sort of contest was occurring in Chicago, so she rushed out to catch up with all the excitement.  Rose arrived in time to hear about the contest.  She waited as everyone gathered stopped speaking a moment then walked over towards the front near Butterfingers.

"After hearing your descriptions in detail Butterfingers, you have made it more difficult in choosing.  The unique characteristics of each 'stud' have an appealing charm, but there has to be something more.  I heard someone say once that a stud is...

Basically a badass... this person is really cool. Everyone looks up to them and wants to get with them. Studs do not discriminate.  STUDS DOMINATE!"

Rose shook her head then glanced to the candidates once more.  Could one of them be more studly than the other?  She weighed how well she knew each one individually.

Don Oblivion to whom Rose had sworn her loyalty.  Could she really say he was a stud?  Sure he had authority, and she respected him, but she had no desire to 'get with him'.  Koehler.  A badass?  She chuckles softly remembering the night he got a tattoo.  Rose knew Mayhem was cool, and a nice guy to converse with, but did he dominate?

Katharina moves towards those who had gathered and made to stand beside Rose-Raje. Having listened to all the men having attempted to pound on their chests save Oblivion their Don, she could not help but lift up a delicate hand to hide the smile and rising laugh behind it. Butterfingers had described their guy like tendencies pretty well, she surmised and it was hard not to wonder.

Honestly, a stud contest? Her eyes wander over the three candidates with obvious care and took into measure what Rose had just stated. She, too, had been there when Koehler had gotten his tattoo but she hardly knew Mayhem.

"I say they remove their shirts and arm wrestle before we ladies can decide who has the most stud-like qualities."

Kat glances at her female peers and raises a brow.

"What? Aren't you curious?" 

SpikeS makes an appearance. No more is needed to be said. 

Oblivion sees a gathering of his family members and other members of his district and Chicago as a whole, and wonders over to see what the raucous is all about. Arriving at the gathering, he sees Mayhem and Koehler pounding their chests proclaiming to be the largest stud in North Side. He almost couldn't contain his laughter. The thought that that title could fall on anyone but himself was hardly fathomable. 

He shakes his head in disdain of their claims, and walks into the middle to join them. He stands statuesque, not banging his chest or saying much of anything, just appearing as his beautiful self. He hears Butterfingers discussing that one time he brought her into his office for a flatulence attack, he tries not to grin but of course does anyway. He smiles quite a bit larger when he hears Rose discuss a stud being a badass.

Then finally, Katharina gets her chance to have a say. She discusses an arm wrestling competition, and Oblivion simply can't help himself. He looks around to see who is closest to him and spots Koehler.

Koehler! Me and you, right now! 

Oblivion looks around and sees a rusty old table leaning against a building. He grabs it and sets it up in the middle. He then proceeds to rip his shirt off and flex for the crowd before sitting down and placing his arm on the table, motioning Koehler to come over with his free hand.

Koehler heard Katharina mention an arm wrestling competition. He didn't think much of it, until Oblivion decided it was a good idea to rip off his shirt and make a challenge. An arm wrestling competition? Koehler knew Oblivion was desperate to win the stud contest, but he didn't think he was prepared to stoop that low. Regardless of that, it's what the audience wanted, and Koehler was never one to disappoint.

Looking over at Oblivion, who was now shirtless and with his arm tensed up, Koehler couldn't stop himself from chuckling. He never thought he would see this kind of behavior from him. It was one thing when Oblivion refused to admit Koehler was the better singer, but now he had to take the title of Stud of North Side too? Koehler wasn't about to sit back and take that.

He straightened his face out and made his way to the raggedy table. He stood on top of the table, ripped his shirt off, and threw it into the audience. He thought he heard a lady screaming with joy when she got it. He winked in her general direction and flexed before he sat down across from Oblivion. He extended his arm, grabbed Oblivion's hand, and then realized...

"We're going to need a referee for this."

He looked at Oblivion, who was now scouring the audience for a potential referee. He started doing the same.

Senza giggles about the guys having a 'stud' competition. She looks at all of them. But only one of them is wearing a fitted skinnyjeans. That will be an easy decision for Senza. Senze writes down the name on a note and folds it. Before she drops it in the voting box she looks over at Oblivion and Koehler. They are about to have an arm wrestling competition.

'Sorry guys there can only be one stud, maybe you could convince me otherwise after you have armwrestled' She winks at them and takes place at the nearest available stool.

Nessa had heard the shouting so made her way over the crowd of people. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, men on display like pieces of meat. "I could get behind this." she muttered to herself before trying to ease a bit closer all the while resisting the urge to laugh. She nearly did when one lady asked for an arm wrestling match.  "Lord have mercy." Nessa thought to herself as she glanced around again. 

Koehler was looking around, trying to spot a potential referee, but none caught his eye. His elbow was starting to hurt from the awkward position it was in on the table. He looked at Oblivion and grunted before he unlatched his hand and stood up. Without saying a word, Koehler held up his index finger to signal 'one minute' and he went out back.

He entered a small building just a few yards away. He checked the premises top to bottom, he couldn't risk anyone finding him. He went to a room in the back, closed the door, and searched through a trunk. What he found was perfect; a pair of tight jeans and two bright pink pompoms. He took off his slacks and slipped into the jeans. They fit him perfectly. The pompoms, however, weren't for him.

He grabbed the pompoms and headed out the door. He was still looking for a referee on his way back to Oblivion, and that's when he spotted Rose-Raje. He was met with a strange look as his pompoms were being caught by the wind. He shoved them behind him and shrugged it off.

"Those aren't important. What is, is that you'll be the referee for my arm wrestling contest with Oblivion. Any objections? Good. Let's go!"

Koehler walked back over to Oblivion. He heard the crowd "ooh" and "aah" when he walked back in front of them. He even heard one "oolala." Apparently his skinny jeans were met with a lot of admiration and praise. He thought they would help, but this kind of a reaction was far beyond his expectations.

He put the crowd behind him and winked at Oblivion. He dropped the two pink pompoms on the table. He watched as Oblivion's face turned bright red. He knew exactly what those meant and where they came from.

"I think you forgot these, stud." Koehler chuckled. "Anyway, I got us a referee; Rose-Raje. Ready to lose?"

Koehler took the silence as a 'yes' and took his seat back. He re-positioned his arm, firmly gripped Oblivion's hand, and looked over at Rose.

While Senza is waiting for the arm wrestle competition to start she notices Koehler stands up and excuses himself. She wondered what he was going to do. They only needed a referee to start this competition. After some while Koehler returns wearing a skinnyjeans and holding 2 bright pink pompoms. Senza bursts out in laughter. Those pompoms belonged to Oblivion. Why would Koehler bring those with him.

"Oolala" Senza screams when Koehler passes by and watches him taking his seat at the table. She notices he puts the two pompoms in front of Oblivion. She can't help it but she keeps on laughing and wonders how Koehler knew about those pompoms.

 

Looking tattered and disheveled, his hanging low he looks as if the "stud-ness" stripped right of him. Realizing he went up against two incredible studs he grins, walks up to Oblivion and Koehler in a dead stair about to arm wrestle and speaks,

You guys are definitely studs, I have lost to two great men but only one was victor and I have to wear the suit of looser's so Oblivion, today you have won the Trophy of studs, a man of men. I shall wear a suit you create for 3 days. Good game to you guys.

Mayhem slowly backs away at the two men in a gaze at each other and quietly backs away at the immense stud-ness these two men are emanating in the air. 

Once again, Koehler broke the hold he had on Oblivion's hand. Their referee must have been off with her head in the clouds. He straightened his arm out, stretched it, and put his hand in his pocket. He listened to Mayhem admit defeat. He was happy he didn't lose, but he didn't enjoy seeing others suffer. He walked over to Mayhem and offered him a hug.

"It's okay, brother. You came close. And hey, on the bright side..." 

Koehler started chuckling. He covered his mouth and looked down at the ground while holding up his free hand. He had a short outburst of laughter when he couldn't control it anymore.

"On the bright side, your new suit is beautiful!"

Koehler started laughing again so he walked away from Mayhem. Being near him was too humorous with the suit he was wearing. He walked back over to Oblivion and bowed, as the Stud of North Side had been chosen. Koehler may not have won it, but at least he didn't lose. That's all he really cared about.

The gathered crowd was cheering for an event that was another test of studliness apparently.  The ever macho arm wrestling.  Rose rolled her eyes as Oblivion and Koehler sat down to begin this contest of muscles.  She had moved away to the side a little while ago, but kept an eye on the studs on display.  

As soon as Spike entered the area, Rose shook her head knowing he thought himself to be the stud of the Mafia.  He was charming in his own way, and always made her smile.  In her heart there was only one true stud, but he wasn’t in the competition.

As she was staring at the two ready to arm wrestle, Rose notices Koehler suddenly disappears for a few moments.  He returns wearing skinny jeans, and she gasps in shock.  Rose thought they were supposed to be showing how studly they were not how pretty they look in jeans.

Koehler appeared at her side as she was lost in thought, and grabbed her taking her to referee this crazy event.  She wasn’t given the opportunity to decline or accept, just dragged into this craziness even further.  Rose arched an eyebrow as Koehler presented her Don with two pink pom poms.  Not even gonna ask why because she is pretty sure she doesn’t really wanna know that story, but curiosity would probably get the better of her.

“Okay guys get ready, set, go!”

Taking a while to wrestle their strength moving their position back and forth, Rose got lost in thought daydreaming about eating ice cream in the park, watching the passersby walk past.  Relaxing on a bench as the sunshine caressed her skin.  With a sudden jerk back to the present, Rose was looking around blinking because the crowd was cheering.  

Apparently she missed the entire wrestling match, and Don Oblivion was the winner.  Rose smirked because she knew he would not let Koehler forget this day.  She looked over to Mayhem then offered him a hug, and said maybe next time he will win.  She winked, and whispered she bet it was the skinny jeans and no shirt that did it.

“Congratulations Don Oblivion.  Now do tell us about the pink pom poms because I'm sure there is a good story there.”

Laughing uncontrollably Mayhem walks in and begins to watch the intense arm wrestling match, while trying not to be noticed Mayhem dodges and weaves through the crowd to get a closer look at the two studs groping each other's hands. Mayhem bursts into laughter and the entire crowd turns and looks at him wearing his ridiculous suit. Pointing to Koehler and Oblivion he mumbles:

It was them, they made me wear this, nervously mumbling once again le le Lets get back to the intense arm wrestling match shall we, while turning red

The crowd stays awkwardly quiet then busts into laughter pointing at Mayhem, after a few moments they get back to the arm wrestling match. Mayhem then steps up on a stool and speaks loudly so that the crowd can hear him:

I'm taking bets, who do you think will win the ARM WRESTLING MATCH?

Mayhem eagerly awaits the results as the intense match is underway

It is fairly obvious I should win any prize for being the most stud like.  Seems like the competition is already over though.  Just wanted to tell all the participants they are lucky I didnt catch wind of it.  No one can beat Johnny Handsome in a stud competition.

Liam_Neeson strolls on over to where he thought the Stud Competition was eager to place bets on some horses, turns out he is just a little late to the competition

well ill be a monkeys uncle, i thought id be able to get atleast a trifecta in or two at this Stud Race word is there was just a bunch of strong right handed men holding hands though