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Drako emerges from the side of the courtroom normally reserved for prisoners or defendants to enter. The reason, he's going to kick Fred Phelps Jr's a**. So as he enters, the DHW owner dives across the courtroom and looks to knock the fat man on his a** with a fist to the face. Once he's down, let the beatings commence as he would lay into him with rights and lefts. No judge means no security

"Oh, thought you were Mr Tough Guy now that you're in a courtroom, you fat b*****d. No one to help you now."

Drako reaches into his wallet.

"I hear you like money. Here's your money and a can of whoop a** for you, it's a ******** free for all."

Drako throws quite a number of bills at the man before proceeding to rain several stomps down at his fat gut.

Drako elects to give one last stomp before going to his table.

"Fine, fine. Totally worth it."

(auto hit)

Angel comes strolling in, high as ********. He approaches the bench.

"Hey, yo, Your Honor, you ain't tryna get no trees, bruh?"

"Objection!" Shirley screams. "Your Honor, the defendant is clearly trying to garner favor with you through sale of marijuana, which is illegal in this state!"

"Overruled. I'll allow it after court is adjourned," Snypa replies.

"And Your Honor, the defense would like to use the pro se clause too," Angel adds.

"So, we've got both the prosecution and the defense representing themselves. Who wants to go first?"

Rebekah Phelps-Roper stands up.

"Objection!"

"Objection sustained."

"Your Honor, my clients posed no physical threats to the defendant's employees. While I can sympathize with him, the level of force allowed him via the Castle Doctrine used exceeded the necessity and became attempted murder when he tried to incinerate my clients with alcohol and fire."

"I object--"

"Overruled," Judge Rifle interjects, pulling out a 3DS and playing Pokemon X.

"How dare you, sir! No, we are here because we want the justice of the Lord Your God to prevail in the courts of man!"

"Oh, my gods, you're so full of crap," Snypa replies.

Angel: "Leave God out of this, you bunch of trolls. You were trespassing on DHW property and you got your asses handed to you. Your Honor, the plaintiff is clearly infuriated because they thought they were as safe as they usually are when out on their unnecessary pickets."

Fred Jr stands up.

"Your Honor, I'd like to press charges against Mr. Damone for that earlier assault on my person. It was unprovoked."

The crowd in the arena boos very loudly.

Snypa shrugs.

"You'll have to take that up with the police, but I can make a ruling on that later on."

"Sorry, boss," Snypa adds, with a smirk on his face. "Moving on, I get the feeling this going to be open and shut, so are there any closing arguments before I recess the court?"

Shirley, missing teeth and all, rises from her chair.

"Your Honor, after I was viciously attacked by Mr. Angel, he stole my private property, that being my teeth."

Footage from the previous week, including the superkick to the face that knocked Shirley Phelps-Roper's teeth out of her mouth into the crowd.

"The fan in question had no right or clai--"

"Ah, shut the ******** up," Angel snaps. "At least you can suck c**k with no problem now."

"Angel, one more outburst and I'll have to hold you in contempt of this court. Again, does the defense or the prosecution wish to make any closing statements before I recess the court to resume it in the ring later tonight?"

"With that being said, this court is recessed until later on tonight."

And Judge Rifle bangs his gavel.



(Everyone's already in the ring waiting)

Woke up this mornin'
You got yourself a gun

The former DHW Tag Team Champion comes out to loud cheers, in the robe he rocked in the stream, walks down the aisle and joins the church, the owner, and Angel into the ring.

"Okay, since we didn't have a jury, I get to pass down a decision."

Snypa falls silent, along with the crowd. He once again raises the mic once the tension he creates has begun.

"On the way here to the Family Arena, I had got to thinking and I came to my decision even before I pulled up. You guys ready?"

The crowd explodes in approval.

"Here it is. Until after Bound By Honor, there's a certain clause in the contract of every wrestler that comes to work for Dragon's Honor Wrestling. And I'm sure you guys know what that is. Unfortunately, I'm also one of the lawyers for this company and I negotiated the clause that boss man here can't put his hands on anyone contracted to work for him."

And the crowd's love for the Rifle turns to hatred with extreme jeering, until he speaks again.

"However, until Bound By Honor is over, that clause is suspended and Drako here can kick whoever's a** he wants and I know the boss has a lot of pent up aggression to release."

"But what's that got to do with us?" asks Fred Jr. "We're not wrestlers."

"I'm getting to that," Snypa replies. "You're not wrestlers, but for one night only, there's someone in your family that will step into the ring at Bound by Honor. I believe you know him. Why is Nathan Phelps, supporter of the LGBTQ community, getting in the ring, you ask? Because he wants to confront his family."

"We don't care about the politics of wrestling!" Shirley roars. "Just award us the justice God has sought out!"

"If you don't shut your damn mouth, I will kick out whatever dentures are in your mouth. Shut up and listen. At Bound By Honor, the Westboro Baptist Church will put the protection of their god to the test when they team up with three handpicked wrestlers of their choice step into the ring to face Nathan Phelps, the gift their deity bestowed upon wrestling, better known as Angel, and returning to the ring... the Soaring Dragon, Drako, in a six-on-three elimination handicap match!"

The crowd explodes into cheers, excited to see the boss wrestling in DHW for the first time since he took on his brother to determine the superiority of DHW against XCW.

"There's always more, ladies and gentlemen! This match, because it's so interesting, needs a referee that can handle this. And because I'm enjoying my hiatus and you all miss me so much, the Honorable Judge Snypa Rifle will don the zebra shirt for this contest!"

Even louder cheers rock the Family Arena.

"But there's the matter of the charge of second degree attempted murder, boss. Three things: one, you need to be at your best for your in-ring return, so I'm not gonna put you in jail. Two, I'm gonna prepare you for said return with a one-on-one match against Ken Armand, because he needs to be ready for his Casket Match with your brother. And because I've never put on a referee shirt before, I'm gonna inject myself into that match to officiate from bell to bell. And that brings me to number three: in exchange for kicking anyone's a** you want, until Bound by Honor is over, I will preside over DHW matters alongside you, little homie, but I won't boss anyone around. Think me as the kind Enforcer of DHW. Any concerns, questions, comments?"