RazorRamon stands in the center of the ring as he feels his wallet being lifted from his wrestling tights. He turns around and sees the Godfather of the city that the arena is in grinning back at him, holding RazorRamon's $5000. RazorRamon reaches for the Godfather to deliver a brutal mugging but the Godfather raises his hand and halts him.

"Wait a minute RazorRamon... you can't mug me because mugging is BANNED in my city!!!'

The crowd boos. Suddenly the Mayor of City Hall storms down to the ring and confronts the Godfather. "You can't ban mugging in any city regulated by City Hall.... I'm taking you away to City Hall jail!"

"Hold on," RazorRamon says to the Mayor. "Let me handle this. How many people want to see RazorRamon mug this jabroni?"

The crowd cheers that they indeed do.  You do as well.  RazorRamon grabs a hold of the Godfather before he can beg for forgiveness and hoists him up in the air, delivering a devastating Razor's Edge on him. The Godfather lies motionless in the center of the ring as RazorRamon collects his money back and pins him 1-2-3. The crowd jumps to their feet and cheers as RazorRamon's music hits. Another heroic victory for RazorRamon.

mint witnesses the brutal display of the infamous RAZOR RAMON himself slamming the Godfather on the ground. He couldn't believe his eyes, any other man wouldn't have the strength, nor the audacity to do such a thing. Not Razor Ramon. The music began to play and mint, being a huge fan of the king himself, steadily pulled out his Razor Ramon customized shirt.

'Mister Ramon!!' He says to the man as he stretches, looking on to the hundreds of Ramon fans gathering around. 'Could I perhaps get your autograph? I'm a HUGE fan. It would mean quite a lot to me' mint said as more and more onlookers began to crowd them. Soon it wouldn't even be possible to see the star from the crowd anymore.

RazorRamon clears a path in the crowd for Mint and motions him over.  He pulls out a pen and paper and scribbles on it before handing it over to him...

Mint,

From one Champion to another,

Regards

RazorRamon

RazorRamon drapes his muscular arm over Mint's shoulder and pulls out one of those awful old-timey 1930's cameras and takes a selfie with him.  He hands the camera to Mint

Here you go my friend.  It will take some time to get the picture developed, but perhaps someday in the future taking these pictures will be easier.  Thank you and be well.

Mint heard the man push through the crowd. IT WAS HIM. Razor Ramon himself, the strongest man in the entire world. The man didn't take no as an answer if he wanted such a thing, and mint highly admired the man. He was a huge fan. Ramon had come over to him and signed it for him. Mint could barely contain himself, this man was his IDOL.

Mint ASPIRED to be more like RazorRamon. He just jittering bad. He was nervous at the sight of the hero of Detroit draping his arm around him and taking a picture. It was a new camera of its time, it would probably take days and says to develop the picture, but that picture would be framed on Mint's wall and shown repeatedly to his girlfriend so she'd know that he had met his hero.

"W..W..Wow. Thank you mister Razor Ramon, it's truly an honor to meet you. I can't be more excited than I am now!" He said loudly and innocently obnoxious. He wasn't trying to seem like an idiot, but his nervousness was getting to him. RAZOR RAMON, the man himself, was standing with him. How could he not be nervous? "T..T..Thank you again mister Ramon, you're my hero"

BlackAtom had tickets to a wrestling venue in the Detroit area but was unable to get in. It seemed that TylerDurden's servants were at the door checking people as they entered. BlackAtom kept a laser pistol in his overcoat and could not allow these criminal security guards to confiscate it.

BlackAtom went into Elmer Fudd mode and sneaked in through the back, throwing away his useless ticket he had purchased the night before.

BlackAtom entered the arena, he saw RazorRamon lay the Razor's Edge on the Godfather,"What balls!?" BlackAtom says to himself. He looks around as the crowd goes crazy. 1 - 2 - 3! RazorRamon pins the Godfather in spectacular fashion.

BlackAtom was intensely excited about the show he had witnessed, so he made his way backstage, quiet like, so no one saw him move.

The backstage area was loaded with employed bodyguards. Some of them, having made particular bonds with their employers, were very well trained in their profession. BlackAtom saw that they were preparing a party to celebrate RazorRamon's victory and that there was such small quantities of alcohol in the vicinity. He calls upon the service of a roadie working near the equipment boxes.

"Here is 20k," BlackAtom says as he passes an envelope to his new found friend, "I need twenty bottles of champagne and make it fast, I'll let you keep the change." The workman runs off with the money he was given.

BlackAtom then introduces himself and celebrates with everyone.