Post by METTLE on Oct 17, 2021 3:23:39 GMT
Goon's
GOON'S: The oldest supercriminal bar in the Bronx.
Full of powered rogues, thugs, henchmen, and ambitious would-be supervillains, Goon's serves its clientele with devilish discretion, attracting the lowest elements of powered society to its booths and pool tables. A row of old-school TVs mixed with flatscreens hanging from the ceiling display various mutant cage matches in the vein of Crumple Zone. At any given moment, there could be anywhere from seven to twenty-seven costumed criminals in the establishment, from Snowjob to Tempo to Gunhead - not to mention a host of Sauls, the most prolific minions known to lawlessness. Its primary rival is the Gallows, which is also open to lawbreakers in the Big Apple.
Goon's serves supercriminals, not super-villains. You won't find mass-murderin' scum there, only gimmick-wielders looking to make a quick buck. Of course, more than a few of them have blood on their hands, but nobody here is of the world-takin'-over variety.
The owner and operator of the bar is a man known only as the Goon. He wears a black-and-white striped shirt, a black knit hat, and carries enough power in his punches to flatten anyone who makes trouble in his establishment. As far as anyone knows, he's ran the place since it was founded in '39, which would make him over a hundred years old - but he doesn't look a day over thirty-five. Perpetually chomping on a cigar, he serves his drinks with a scowl, eyes obscured in shadow. He's a man of few words - but everyone knows not to mess with him. Goon's is neutral territory...
...more or less. Some fights are allowed to play out, as long as they don't threaten the structural integrity of the basement Goon's takes up.
Goon's was once a favorite hangout of David Leiter, alias METTLE, also known as The King of the Bronx. He has a special room in the back now if there's business to be taken care of. Anyone who steps inside the bar is in the heart of his territory - so it's best to watch where you walk and how you talk. The Sauls have ears.
Full of powered rogues, thugs, henchmen, and ambitious would-be supervillains, Goon's serves its clientele with devilish discretion, attracting the lowest elements of powered society to its booths and pool tables. A row of old-school TVs mixed with flatscreens hanging from the ceiling display various mutant cage matches in the vein of Crumple Zone. At any given moment, there could be anywhere from seven to twenty-seven costumed criminals in the establishment, from Snowjob to Tempo to Gunhead - not to mention a host of Sauls, the most prolific minions known to lawlessness. Its primary rival is the Gallows, which is also open to lawbreakers in the Big Apple.
Goon's serves supercriminals, not super-villains. You won't find mass-murderin' scum there, only gimmick-wielders looking to make a quick buck. Of course, more than a few of them have blood on their hands, but nobody here is of the world-takin'-over variety.
The owner and operator of the bar is a man known only as the Goon. He wears a black-and-white striped shirt, a black knit hat, and carries enough power in his punches to flatten anyone who makes trouble in his establishment. As far as anyone knows, he's ran the place since it was founded in '39, which would make him over a hundred years old - but he doesn't look a day over thirty-five. Perpetually chomping on a cigar, he serves his drinks with a scowl, eyes obscured in shadow. He's a man of few words - but everyone knows not to mess with him. Goon's is neutral territory...
...more or less. Some fights are allowed to play out, as long as they don't threaten the structural integrity of the basement Goon's takes up.
Goon's was once a favorite hangout of David Leiter, alias METTLE, also known as The King of the Bronx. He has a special room in the back now if there's business to be taken care of. Anyone who steps inside the bar is in the heart of his territory - so it's best to watch where you walk and how you talk. The Sauls have ears.