@WhySoSerious, dressed in his finest pale purple suit, walks towards the court yard, hoping to get the attention of his fellow mobsters. All the familiar faces could be seen, with representatives from the West coast families, based in Los Angeles and Las Vegas in attendance. The heads of the East coast crews from New York and Philadelphia aslo making their presence known, along with the Families from Detroit and Chicago.

"Ladies and Gentleman, i believe what ever doesn't kill you, simply makes you, stranger."

With that he put this poster up on the nearest lamp post.

Associate Fight Club 

Its that simple, associates fight to the death for the pleasure of others. Now whats more beautiful than that.

Prizes for the winner, and a few nice words at your funeral for the loser.

 

 

Rules:

1) Only associates ten days old or younger can fight.

2) Bodyguard protection can not be more than slightly protected.

3) Both associates shoot at the same time.

4) Fights will take place one at a time, nobody steps in.

5) Associates must have permission from their Crew Leader.

6) The family of a losing associate can NOT take revenge on the winner.

7) Side betting is highly encouraged.

8) Entry fee is $100'000 per fighter, with the winner getting $175'000.

9) A message MUST be sent to WhySoSerious before the duel takes place, to verify its a legitimate Fight.

"All thats left to ask is, who goes first? Oh, i almost forgot, the winner of the first duel will get the information of a corrupt FBN agent to help them on their way"

Slash looks at the man with disdain.

Really. Really? You think someone's life is worth $175,000? Really?

Slash shakes his head and walks away, completely stunned at what he had just heard.

John stopped in shock as he saw the oddly dressed man post his sign to a lamp post and heard his . . . odd statement. Reading the sign he was aghast. 

"Who in their right mind would risk their lives over $175,000 . . . and what crew leader would let them?"

John took a large swig out of his hip flask to help clear his head and walked away.

Hearing a comment from the crowd about the value of a life.

"I don't personally put a value on someones life, a bullet cost the same, no matter the person. The money is a little bet between the participants"

Can I put Space-pole forward for $1?

Bender quickly scans the flier as he's always a fan of risking his life and cash for a cheap thrill. This was indeed a cheap thrill. He'd sneezed too hard and dropped larger wads of cash on the floor without noticing than he was being asked to put up for the sake of a duel. He perused the rules, noticing one that stood out to him and instantly raised a warning flag...

" 5) Associates must have permission from their Crew Leader. "

As far as I'm aware, this would contradict the commandments as preached by the church of Squishy where by no crew leader, no upper structure or anyone else for the matter may deny any mobster their God given right to duel. As such, we cannot give permission, if we cannot refuse permission. 

HIIIII DADDYYYY HighPitchEric exclaims as he brushes up against WhySoSerious (by accident)

MY FRIEND BENDER BRINGS UP A GOOD POINT.  I WOULD CONSIDER REVISITING RULE NUMBER 5, AND BY REVISIT I MEAN ELIMINATE IT ALL TOGETHER.  THAT WAY NO CREW LEADER INADVERTENTLY PUTS THEMSELVES AT ODDS WITH CITY HALL.  AS TO WHETHER OR NOT THIS BUSINESS VENTURE WILL BE LUCRATIVE OR NOT REMAINS TO BE SEEN BUT I WISH YOU LUCK AND JUST MIGHT PLACE A BET OR TWO IF IT TAKES OFF MOMMY

HighPitchEric rubs WhySoSerious's shoulders in a friendly, respectful manner and retreats back into the crowd.

I had a good laugh on that one, WhySoSerious. Seriously...

I think falcon volunteered as tribute.