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.