Rotten Johnny
Battle cry:
"Never mind your bollocks, I'm going to cream cracker ya!
Feeling lucky punk?"
Weapon of choice:
Headbutts, flob, studded gloves.
Disco Inferno
Battle cry:
"Your midweight Motown crossover R'nB ain't
disco. I have all the hot moves and I'm going to burn you
down!"
Weapon of choice:
Lasers fired from the fingers.
The Inhuman Plague
Battle cry:
"Ey up chuck, you think your songs are
infectious? I'm going to go fully pandemic mate!"
Weapon of choice:
Covid-85 spores
Shanking Stevens
Battle cry:
"This ole house ain't big enough for the both of us. What's
behind the green door? Your demise boyo!"
Weapon of
choice:
Flick knife (and comb)
Bob Mardy
Battle cry:
"I shot the sheriff and I'm going to take you down. No Lionel
no-one cry."
Weapon of choice:
Disorientating smoke from a special cigarette.
Whack’em Jackson
Battle cry:
Arrrrgghhhhh! Your music makes me want to scream. I'm going to
moonwalk all over you! Hee hee!"
Weapon of
choice:
Sharpened shoe kicks and a razor blade hat.