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The Spaghettitown Tourist Guide (circa 2023) rather eloquently describes Bar Mediterranean, located in the seedier end of Spaghettitown's Downtown district as "a shithole" and rated the establishment minus five stars in all categories except for the prices and sizes of the beverages on offer which were described as "surprisingly competitive". Under normal circumstances two young women kicking open the doors and stumbling into this establishment on a Saturday night would be bad news, unfortunately for the clientele and the staff on duty these were no ordinary young women, they were Holly Hope-Again and Amy Flame, professional fighters and famous pro wrestlers.
It would be a shame if someone tried their luck against one of these two.
The duo were leaning against the bar three drinks in when the first scumbag slapped Holly's ass with an open palm and leered at her with a vile black and yellow smile. He didn't feel like smiling after Holly folded his arm backwards, suddenly and violently introducing his skull to the edge of the bar. In one swift motion Amy grabbed his jacket collar and blasted the air out of his lungs with a precise knee to the gut.
>"Ooh, nice move Holly! I think I heard some teeth fall out."
The two giggled as the bartender quietly dropped out of sight behind his bar. The felled man's three friends had stood up from their booth and had swiftly crossed the room snarling at the two wrestlers who continued drinking. Both Amy and Holly had of course seen them approaching in the mirrored glass surface behind the bar, the redhead quickly downed her pint and gripped the now empty glass firmly in her hand.
>"Ready Alpha?"
