This story will be continued if good ratings are given, it is written by a new author and all criticism and suggestions are welcome. Thanks, OuttLaw 



Punk was standing there watching the bikes like he was instructed with his best friends and fellow prospects, Bulldog and Tank, who happened to be twins. All three of them were 16 and just got their bikes, they had gone bike shopping together and decided to get matching, 2011 Harley-Davidson Dyna Street-Bobs. They were all painted black denim, had ape hangers, loud pipes and beefed up engines. They all started prospecting together for the Reapers MC Washington Chapter which Punks dad, older brothers and grandfather were patch-holders (A full pledged member of the club who has the center patch of the clubs 3 piece patch design which most outlaw motorcycle clubs use. Being a beginning prospect Punk only had the bottom rocker which stated which chapter or territory they were from)  they all were about 6′ – 6′ 4″ tall and 160 – 190 pounds, athletic and built to fight. When a couple of civilians ( People not affiliated with a motorcycle club.) came and started talking crap to Tank who for one was one you should never talk shit to. Tank threw a punch and knocked one of them out cold while Punk and Bulldog did the same.