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Jon Moxley was having a nice day. A low-key day, even, fresh off an impromptu Death Riders MC cookout, with no bad news on the horizon and the city ticking along to his tune just as it should. Mox is Cincy, and Cincy is Mox.

He'd left the clubhouse, taken care of a few small things, reconnected with a contact from Little Rock, discussed the Special K crackdown, the fact there's never enough Speedball to go around. Had coffee. Had breakfast, even.

Now he's not having as nice of a day, cigarette held tight between pursed lips, as he watches total strangers- another gang entirely- push on streets that belong to the Death Riders. Streets that belong to him.

There's some poetic justice in watching dumbasses take the fall and his own indomitable people stand tall, so fuck if he's going to warn them when he sees a uniform nearby, blue eyes alight with interest and amusement.

Let's see how this goes.

"Officer." Six-four, just about forty, and built like a brick shithouse, Mox is a known entity for certain. History like his, impossible not to be.

It wasn’t a very day sport when Drake’s team had to deal with the ‘higher up gangs’ and place some peace back on the streets, always a newer gang trying to take over the ranks and be number one, but that just simply wasn’t an easy task to accomplish when one has been ruling well enough to keep the police out of their business. And Constable Drake Conners had always did his best to keep the gang satisfied with keeping out of trouble.

The call had Drake rolling his eyes when a rival gang hit the streets causing some mayhem with the ruling party. “Let’s go deal with these fucks and get them out of here.” And that is exactly what Conners did. Moving in skillfully with a strategic approach. Arresting a couple of the new comers as the rest flees the scene as quick as they could, Stopping in his tracks when the known leader of the pack Spoke.

Now, Drake was standing 6foot, he too was a well built man for being almost 50, he knew how to protect himself as well as others when it came to military combat. But this guy was indeed built like a shit brick house. “Well aren’t you a tall glass of water eh?” Drake looked around then back at him with his own blues, afraid? Not in the slightest. Drake wasn’t one to back away from anything. “Keep the streets clean from this kind of crap eh? You could bring your whole operation down if you get civilians calling in gang fights.”

#Mox;#ooc: hi! Hope this is good! ^^;

welp, this is easily one of the best photos i could find so here it is, this is the best your getting from me.

hi, im jon and honestly, i like to fight people for a living and sometimes you can catch me on tv doing exactly that. when i'm not a fighter, you can catch me being the coolest girl dad to ever exist or sleeping, probably sleeping.

catch me @ gvtmox

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