xXx hits the bar

The camera fades in on a dim-lite bar on the wrong-side of town. The bartender is halfway down the bar wiping shot glasses as a few patrons are sitting at the bar watching the local football game that is being shown on the television just over the back of the bar.

The door swings open as it slaps a bell sending out a resounding jingle in and other wise quiet bar room. In walks xXx all dressed in black leather, metal spiked shoulder pads and his signature white skull face-paint and spiked white Mohawk as he wildly looks around the dull room before heading towards the bar.

The two guys at the bar spot him and quickly avert their eyes away from his general direction locking focus on the television.

xXx slaps his black bat down on the bar with a firm thud as he glares at the bartender with menacing eyes: "Bottle of Vodka..."

The bartender pulls a full bottle of vodka from below the bar and grabs a shot glass laying it in front of xXx as he attempts to open the bottle. xXx hastily yanks the bottle from his hand with is one free hand: "Did I tell you to open that?"

The bartender seems intimidated as he stutters: "Umm...N..Nono you didn't I just figured...."

xXx: "Did I pay you to figure what I want?"

Bartender: "You umm...you didn't pay me at all...."

xXx leans in closer as he snarls at the bartender: "What's that?"

The bartender quickly looks down at the bar as he grabs a rag from under the bar and starts to wipe the bar down: "I mean this bottle is on the house......"

xXx smirks at the man as he firmly sets the bottle down on the bar: "Well of coarse it is; now, why isn't my bottle open yet?"

The bartender darts his eyes up at the man in confusion: "But you just...."

xXx drops the bat on the bar and reaches across grabbing the man by his neck pulling him halfway across the bar face to face with him: "I asked why isn't my bottle open yet?"

Bartender: "My apologies sir I will take care of that right away." The bartender shakenly twists the top off the bottle then nervously glances up at xXx to see if he wants the bottle or should he pour it into the shot glass.

xXx points at the shot glass as he eyes the man watching him slowly and carefully pour the liquid into the glass until it full. xXx grabs the glass and kills it then slams it firmly back onto the bar then yanks the bottle from the man and turns it up killing half the bottle before slamming it down on the bar as well.

At this point the two guys at the end of the bar have had enough of xXx and his rude attitude and they circle in behind him as the taller guy standing 6'6" with tattoos from the waist to his neck can be seen. The other guy a bit smaller at 5'9" with a few tattoos covering some of his arms can be seen. Both men are wearing leather and have patches on their vest showing they belong to some Motor Cycle Club which was more then likely apart of the bar.

Biker 1: "I think you owe the man for the bottle."

xXx doesn't turn to face them, instead he points at the shot glass for the bartender to fill it once again which he does. xXx grabs the shot and kills it before slamming it back on the bar and points at it once again.

Biker 2: "The man said you owe...."

xXx with lightning speed spins on his heels and rushes forward clotheslining both men with a double clothesline sending both men to the floor in a heep of tumbling flesh.

Biker 2 is a bit faster as he tries to roll and get back to his feet first but xXx spots him and grabs hold of his hair before he can get to his full upright position.

xXx wraps his right arm around the mans neck and swings his body backward pulling him downward smacking the top of his head on the floor with a deadly DDT as the man falls helpless on the bar room floor.

Biker 1 a bit slow but manages to get to his feet as xXx begins to roll to one side. B1 rushes over and grabs hold of xXxs' head and starts dropping punch after punch that barely fazes him.

B1 continues punch after punch to the face as xXx slowly keeps rising to his feet. B1 now getting nervous turns to the bartender who tosses the black bat at him and he turns to swing it.

xXx reaches out catching the bat in mid-swing. The sheer look of amazement on B1s' face leaves him momentarily stunned as xXx yanks the bat from his grasp then jams it right back into his face knocking the man down against the bar. He slowly and fearfully crawls along the floor of the bar knocking over stools as he begs for mercy: "Wait....Hold up...He said it was on the house....Lets just..."

xXxs face turns to a wicked grin as he glares down at the man cowering away from him: "Lets just...lets just....LETS JUST SETTLE THE SCORE!!!"

xXx begins to stomp the man repeatedly until he is motionless in a pool of his own blood before he turns and slowly makes his way back to where the bottle is sitting on the bar.

The bartender quickly tries to pour him another shot when xXx yanks it from him and throws it across the bar sending it smashing in a flood of liquid glass in a distant corner of the room. xXx leaps over the bar and grabs the bartender by the neck with his free hand then slaps his head repeatedly into the bar as he taunts him: "NEXT TIME...[SMACK]...MAYBE...[SMACK][SMACK]...YOU WILL...[SMACK][SMACK]...RESPECT...[SMACK][SMACK][SMACK]....THOSE WHOM ARE...[SMACK][SMACK]...FAR BETTER...[SMACK][SMACK][SMACK]...THEN YOU!!!" The bartender now bleeding uncontrollably as Sick of It starts playing coming from xXxs' pocket.

xXx lays the black bat on the bar then pulls his cell phone from his pocket and stares at it for a few moments: "It's your lucky day...Seems I have a match scheduled tonight."

xXx releases the bartender as he falls to the floor at xXxs' feet. xXx shoves him away then grabs another bottle in one hand and his bat in the other as he makes his way toward the door and out of sight.

The camera fades to black.