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"Glad we share a similar opinion of th' moron, but he's my old drinkin' buddy's brother, so I gotta put up with him." Hex growled.

Meanwhile at Pierside Joe's, C.J. and Arell changed the night's games from arm-wrestling to pool . . . and were sharking like the mofos they were.

"Now DAT . . ." Arell said as he lit a cigarette. "Dat's dat, man!"

"Hey, I thought you said you were bad at pool!" one of the barflies said as C.J. racked the balls.

"And I thought you said you were the best, now cough up that money, boys. Bet's a bet." C.J. said relaxed as he prepared another team.

"Try saying that vith fist up your nose!" the bigger Russian fellow said as he went up to Arell.

"Doan' be such a sore loser, Boris. Ain't my fault ya done gotchaself on a loss." the Cajun said with a smirk.

"Hey, man. We just got sharked!" the skinny one shouted and pulled a knife on C.J. as Boris was revealing to make even former linebacker Arell look a little on the short side.

"Now come on . . . why you gotta act like a buncha' whimps? Just pay up like a good couple a' guys and I won't have to shove that nice-lookin' knife down your throat." C.J. said with a defiant smirk.

"Dude, quit eggin' dem on, you dumb redneck sonofa . . . !" Arell growled until he had to duck the big Russian's attack, meanwhile C.J. got up on the table with the pool cue, smacking the knife out of the skinny fellow's hand.

"A knife? Really? b***h, please. I played in Country/Western bars that made you seem like whimps!" C.J. growled, dropping the pool cue to punch skinny in the face.

"Nobody cheat Vladmir and live to see daylight!" the big Russian shouted and threw another punch at Arell, who ducked and jumped on the big guy's back.

"Now y'all jest bein' sore losers!" Arell shouted as the fight escalated and moved out into the parking lot.

Hex smirked. "It probably ain't nothin'. Just another Saturday night." he said.

Hex laughed as he slid down the fire escape to the bottom, with Dundee in hot pursuit.

"This is fun, Uncle Hex!" Dundee said with a smile.

"I still ain't yer damn uncle, kid!" Hex growled.

Meanwhile, at the bar, Arell and C.J., two angry southern Roughnecks were in the middle of an all-out, no-holds-barred brawl in the parking lot and were proceeding to do the honorable thing when two folks accuse others of cheating and threaten lives . . . beat the tar out of them.

"This oughta learn ya to remember some respect ya punk!" Arell growled, using the big Russian's weight against him to throw the big guy on the ground.

"Puny fool deserve to get squashed like bug!" Vladmir shouted as C.J. tripped over him, falling on his backside while Skinny got too close.

"You white trash freaks shoulda stayed back in hick land where youse belong!" Scrawny shouted when C.J. mule-kicked him in the chest.

"Boy, call me white again and you'll be goin' back to Jersey in a body bag!" the Native American Redneck growled as he got up and slammed a fist into Scrawny's face.

Hex booked it towards Pierside Joe's, the fight getting louder the closer he got . . . and Dundee right at his heels.

Vladmir got up, the kick barely fazing him.

"Stupid Redneck pigs cheat Vladmir. Now Vladmir get revenge!" the big Russian spoke as Arell got up, rolled up his sleeves and spat out some blood and chips of teeth.

"You lost dat game a' pool fair an' square . . . an I'm gonna kick yo' sorry butt just de same!" he said, tipping his hat to Crystal. "Would love t' chat, che', but this big dude's got some unfinished biddness." he growled. Meanwhile, C.J. and Scrawny were in a heated fight. Which ended quickly when C.J. broke a beer bottle over Scrawny's head.

"Arell, ol' buddy . . . it's safe to say this pool match is OVER." he said as he watched Arell enter his fight.

"An' so is dis fight!" Arell shouted and tacked Vladmir, the two fighting tooth and nail on the ground.

Hex smirked as they arrived, watching the two slug it out. "Yeah . . . only I KNOW I taught him t' fight better. COME ON, CAJUN! Knock him out and get on with it!" Hex shouted to Arell, who threw the big Russian off him.

"Now you gonna pay up or am I gonna knock that twenty bucks right outta yer hide?!?" Arell asked, the big Cajun walking over to the Russian.

"Fat chance!" Scrawny replied, getting up.

"Jeeeeez." C.J. replied, woozily getting his fists up to crank out some fisticuffs on Scrawny's head.

"Vladmir sqvish American outlaws like bug." Vladmir growled as he got ready to fight Arell again.

Hex put his arm around Crystal without thinking. "Nah, the Cajun's my drinking buddy, the other guy I barely know." Hex said with a smirk as C.J. punched out Smitty before falling over himself.

"Damn, do they know how t' fight in Jersey!" C.J. growled before catching his breath. Meanwhile, Arell was going toe-to-toe with Vladmir.

"Come on an' get de a**-whippin' you 'bout to receive, Vladmir!" Arell shouted, throwing Vladmir to the ground and punching the big Russian repeatedly.

"They shoulda paid up!" Hex growled.

C.J. smirked as he got to his feet and walked over to the two.

"Tell me about it . . . that's the third fight we got into this week! Then again, I think this guy had a knife on 'im. Oh! I'm C.J., by the way, and my buddy who's fighting the big Russian is Arell." he said as he sucked on a toothpick.

"Is he alright fightin' him by himself?" Hex asked as Arell fought Vladmir and whipped him to a pulp. Getting up, the big bear of a Cajun lit a cigarette.

"Hiya, Jonah! How's it goin'?" Arell asked.