RazorRamon sits in a chair behind a booth. The sign above the booth reads:

Meet World Champion & Wrestling Legend RazorRamon

Personalized Autographs and Q&A

Please do not let my stardom or my intimidating physical superiority intimidate you. Step right up and meet a true mafia/wrestling superstar. All autographs will be personalized to you or a friend o your choosing. RazorRamon autographs make a great gift. Feel free to take your RazorRamon posters down from your wall and bring them with you to have signed. I look forward to chatting with my fans.

BlackAtom was making his way through Detroit when he saw a crowd gathered outside of a building. There was a crowd coordinator giving direction to pedestrians as BlackAtom approached the back of the line. He saw that everyone was holding RazorRamon picture and memorabilia.

BlackAtom had an interest in anyone who was of interest. I he held no items or memorabilia so he punch a homeless man in the face, knocking him out cold, and taking the picture of RazorRamon from his fingers. BlackAtom assimilated into the line as if nothing happened any waited.

Once he had finally made it to Razor, he had recognized that RazorRamon was in fact BlackAtom's crewleader's left hand man.

No longer having a need for an autograph, BlackAtom moves from the line and stands guard next to RazorRamon as he signs autographs.

Montesdeoca saw the large crowd of people lining up for a certain event, considering that he just saw RazorRamon inside the building giving out autographs, a quick pop bombed his mind, the Meet n' Greet that Ramon was gonna host later today, shaking his head as he failed to find that thought sooner. He started to pass through the giant crowd and shimmy his body around through the line as he spotted Ramon, considering he is the crewleader's hand.

He approached the other side of RazorRamon as he nodded at BlackAtom who happened to show up before he did.

"Hey, how's it going? This Meet n' Greet is pretty packed, lemme tell ya."

The Doctor weaves moves pedestrians making his way thru the bustling Detroit streets.To a truly momentous occasion RazorRamon signing booth.Taking extra care not to damage his newly acquired floor shine boots.

As the Doctor approaches what seems to be a line he slows his pace, reaches in to one of many pockets on his leather vest and pulls out his hand made pipe. As he strikes a match and begins to puff he glances up and notices BlackAtom decking a homeless man in the face and recovering what looked like a RazorRamon photograph. The Doctor continues to puff, being unfazed by a homeless man laying unconscious on the side walk.

The Doctor patently waits for his chance for an autograph. Realizing he doesn't have a photograph to sign and not wanting to crowd the streets of Detroit with unconscious homeless men. He hands his pipe to RazorRamon to sign.The Doctor notices the great RazorRamon is in fact the Left Hand Man and still requests his to sign the Doctors hand made pipe.

After the Doc acquired his signed RazorRamon pipe. He stands guard on the opposite side of BlackAtom and begins to puff away at his pipe, vigilant of of his surroundings.

Lister had just returned to Detroit after a business trip with that smeghead Rimmer things had gone badly on that trip not only had Rimmer left the merchandise back in Detroit he had somehow managed to piss off Tyler Durden and his crew.

So after a running gun battle through the streets of Chicago Lister was glad to be back home although out of pocket he was just glad to have made it back home.

Now being a wrestling fan Lister could not pass up the chance to meet and greet RazorRamon world champion Idiot Legend.

Mr Ramon is it true you lost that ladder match for the title against The Heartbreak Kid? That he kicked your ass all over the ring.

Pile drivers. Head twists. Backflips.

Revan used to practice these daily in an attempt to join the magical world of wrestling, at one point he even invested in a small belt affixed with hundreds of rare gems from some random continent or other. His legs were too small, and his heart too large for the fast paced-ness of entertainment sports. 

Anyways, he was here for a very important reason, and he had to quickly find Ramon and warn him.

"Move over. Over! Hey. Hey! Ow. That was my FOOT. I'll have you know i am a very important person! Oh, damn. Is anyone even paying attention to me? Can you please just take a step to the left, I need to the..."

For some reason or another, RazorRamon had gathered quite the crowd.

"Hey, Ramon! RAMON! Over here, we need to talk."

That's when it happened, from every side of the room people filtered in as the place grew by nearly twofold. Men with scary looking shirts on of like skulls and stuff began circling around and Revan knew that it was too late, he no longer could warn Razor and instead had to enter into the high stakes of hand to hand wrestling combat.

"These people, they're here to kill you with hardcore parkour style karate, I can't explain. We need to fight our way out!"

It was Revan's time to shine, and that's when one of the random criminals smacked a pipe against the back of his head rendering him unconscious, but had that not happened; this would have been an awesome fight. 

Razor, hey Razor

the half drunk fan shouted from the back of the rather small line.

Put me over like you put the 123 Kid over? Yeah, don't be a mark for your own gimmick

the redfaced youngster was sipping on some boones farm from a paper bag, wearing a faded and holey ECW shirt.

[Dr.RickMarshall stands next to RazorRamon, puffing on his newly signed pipe. Watching as people flood in, making sure things don't get too hectic]

Screaming crowds, stomping feet as more and more people show. As the crowd cheers and screams I'm scanning through the crowd, vision high, when I see KingRevan get smacked in the back of the head with a very large pipe. At this point KingRevan is unconscious, I put my pipe in my mouth and bite down.

[Dr.RickMarshall unbuttons his coat swift like, draws the famous Revolver and fires the first shot into the head of the man hold the pipe]

[The crowd, the people actual here for RazorRamon signing, seem unfazed by the sight of blood an begin cheering.The Assailants on the other hand turn their rage on Dr.RickMarshall]

After dropping one Assailant, the rest charge me. They run towards me screaming and I raise the Revolver to eye level waiting for my shot. Then I see it, my one opportunity,a man pulls out a Molotov in the middle of his group.

[Dr.RickMarshall fires his second shot,with his pipe firmly in the grip of his jaws, shattering the Molotov and setting a blaze to the whole lot of them]

I holster the Revolver while I'm running to check on KingRevan

BretTheHitmanHart noticed a convention of the sort. As he was making his rounds in his pink singlet. It was extra tight around the crotch area. Thats how he liked it. It allowed him to move easier and quicker even. He wore a leather jacket, along with his infamous wrap around shades. He was walking around with his title belt at the time. 

He noticed the line of supporters and he didn't know who they were going to see or get autographs from. Bret was the only real talent around these days. Who could be signing autographs? 

"Hey man, who is everyone in line to see?"

Bret asked some guy in line and the poor man hesitated in shock to see a real wrestler. Bret saw what this man had in his arms... It was a picture of RazorRamon.

"Oh hell no!"

Bret noticed the greased headed amateur sitting at table, signing memorabilia. Bret thought to himself, "who would want this monkey's signature?".