"Catch that fucker!" Someone shouts. Before he finishes, a punch connects to his jaw dropping him to the floor. 3 other people jump the one who punched, Jamason. He ducks as a hook reaches for him which connects to one of the 3 men, who recoils in response.

Jamason jabs the recoiled man at the groin eliciting a gasp from the male audience. 2 men left. He launchs himself from a the aquatic position into the hook-throwers torso, tackling him with his shoulder into the floor. The man yelps as he falls with jamason on top of him. He covers his with his hands in an X shape. It doesn't work when a man as large jamason throws a punch with his weight behind it.

As jamason brutalised the poor lad, the final man comes up behind him and cracks bottle on his head. Shattered glass and wine splatter everywhere. Jamason pauses for a second before throwing a punch to the fallen man, putting him to sleep, then elbowing the last martyr behind him in the groin. The man falters and his body bows in response and jamason grabs him by the neck "You don't interfere with another man's fun" he says before headbutting the man. The poor man falls uncocoous.

Jamason bellows in laughter and moves off the "arena", a place empty of chairs and tables in the saloon, and towards a woman as someone announces "Block-Head Jamason wins!" To the dismay of some of the bettors "damn it, I thought 4 people were plenty..." someone sighs as he forks up the money "I don't give a rats ass, just give me the money" the collector replies as he snatches up the dollar.

Jamason approaches the woman standing next to the bar with milky white bosoms with exposed cleavage. He stands nexts to hear, leans on the bar, extends his arm around her before grabbing her boob and squeezing it. He downs a bottle left on the bar and says "man, nothing beats up beating people before fucking some whore" he squeeze harder "ain't that right Mary-Ann?" He asks.

The woman tries to shove him before huffing in resignation "this ain't a way to treat a lady you buffoon" she says as her breast is getting manhandled "but you ain't a lady!" He laughs as if he spouted the funniest joke ever.

"Jesus jamason, you almost killed the dude, we ain't got use for you if yous in jail you idiot" a distinguished gentleman type man berates jamason "what use does a debt collector have if they swing in the gallows?"

"Whatever, he ain't dead. And if he was, then he's a weak sod who's better off dead than alive." He brushes off the concerns "anyways, you got a job for me?" Jamason asks, licking his lips.

Jamason southender. Debt collectors by day, robber by night. His hobbies are fighting, betting, drinking, and forcing himself onto women under the guise of "debt collection" if whomever they are connected to cannot foot the bill. He always stays on top of the game by robbing people to give to his employers who don't ask questions.

............

This is maybe a one-shot. Could become a longterm thing if we click. I'd like to play as jamason, an aggressive and brutal man living the wildwest who abuses his power on regular basis.

The debt

• who's the debtor

• why did they go into debt

• what do they work as?

• who are we going to fuck/brutalise and what's their relationship to the man?

• what are we going to do with them?

We could also make this a conversation if you feel like it.

(Is this a good post overall? Like, does it give a wild west brutal man vibe? Is the scene and choreography coherent?)