Bachelor Party:

Since meeting Spade, Jones was slowly gaining a piece of his humanity back. But he was never off guard, he never stopped being the Sentencer. He was prepared for any threat. So he, Night Thrasher, and a new connection in the Merc With A Mouth (Deadpool), the three vigilantes- disguised as Jigsaw, Hammerhead, and Tombstone- "beat" Spade down and bound him with a thick steel chain as they threw him in a van with Deadpool giving him a few kicks to the ribs to keep him quiet when he woke up and thrashed. Of course, this got curses from Night Thrasher.

Donyell: "Chill out with that shit!"

To quickly note: Spade wasn't one to go quietly, so they had to render him unconscious in order to get him to their destination.

Jones drove as fast as he could, almost smiling at this "prank" that it took to get Spade to his surprise bachelor party. Upon arriving at a hotel room, the trio went to the back of the van as Jones pulled Spade out, keeping the unconscious smaller black man in a tight bearhug.

Thrasher: "Hurry up, Jones! We tryna get this nigga upstairs!"

Jones, with a little bass in his voice: "I'm going as fast as I can."

Deadpool, Thrasher, and Jones managed to get Jones up to the sixth floor of the hotel- where the bachelor party would be in a large suite. Jones threw Spade to the ground as Deadpool grabbed a bucket of ice and threw it on Spade after Jones unbound him and took the bag off of his face. Spade got up, confused.

Spade: "Man...what the fuck?"

Then he looked up and recognized the man clad in red. Spade growled as he got to his feet with his hand going for the HK-USP at his side.

"You got ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn't smoke your bitch ass right now, Deadpool."

Deadpool: "In five seconds or less, it's because I'm on the guest list for your wedding, and I'm a quick healer."

Spade looked around and finally realized he was in a hotel.

Jones, trying not to smirk: "They asked me to be in on it. Couldn't resist."

Spade sighed and dusted himself off.

"Let's party."

Castle, stepping out of the shadows: "Spade, look behind you."

And behind Spade was a chocolate cake as tall as Jones. Out of it popped a caramel-skinned woman in a red sling bikini.

"Who's the lucky boy?"

Everyone pointed to Spade as the stripper stepped out of the cake and walked toward the groom-to-be.

"Just relax, big boy, and I'll take care of you all night."

Spade smiled the stripper shook that ass for him. He didn't say anything as he brought his hand down hard on his ass cheek, making her cry out in pleasure.

"You want this ass, don't you?"

Spade smiled.

"You know what they say: what happens in the Bronx stays in the Bronx."

And so, he and the stripper got up and went to a room next door to the suite to loud cheers and whoops.

About ten minutes, moans, pleasure cries, and growls could be heard as the guys exchanged smiles.

Americop: "Damn. He's working the shit out of her."

Following Americop's comment, two gunshots were heard. Castle went alone as he grabbed his Colt and kicked in the room door and flipped on the lights. When the lights came on, Spade was sitting on the foot of the bed, wrapped in bloody sheets and cleaning off his HK-USP.

"She's one of them."

Castle walked over to the naked, dead stripper and looked at her neck. Two burned dots over a single burned dot. The mark of the Bloods.

Castle: "Shit. Get some clothes on. More will be coming."

Spade quickly got dressed as he and Castle went back to the suite. It looks like the party was over..

Bachelorette Party:

Gora had teleported Rose to an empty club infested by decapitated and gutted thugs. The women there were all playing cards until Rose came, covered with a blindfold. Elektra walked up to Rose slowly and removed the blindfold.

"Ready for the night of your life?" asked Elektra.

Rose nodded.

"Then let the party begin!!"

A group of men, all in black and white man-thongs popped out of nowhere and began to dance as music began to play. Rose wasn't sure how to react.

Scorpion: "Don't worry, girlfriend. Dami's probably having the time of his life, too. Don't let your thoughts about him cloud your ability to have fun! Whoo!"

And Rose made her mind up as she danced with two of the guys, feeling up on each one. She stuffed dollar bills down their thongs as one of the strippers smiled.

Elektra was actually enjoying herself and trying to avoid thoughts of Daredevil as she felt up on Widow. Widow replied with a hard smack to Elektra's ass to which the ninja assassin replied with a long, hot tongue kiss. She didn't know where this was all coming from, just that she was having a good time. Maybe it was the liquor, but it was doubtful that with her abilities, she could get drunk.

Widow pulled back as she gave one of the lucky male strippers a Ben Franklin and a quick kiss on the cheek.

Back to the Bachelor Party:

Spade smirked as Moon Knight tossed him an M-16/M-203 combo. Filled with adamantium-tipped rounds.

Jones and Castle had pulled out AK-103s with armor piercing 7.62mm rounds.

Moon Knight took a offensive position with his crescent blades.

Americop had a pair of Micro Uzis.

Night Thrasher for one night was in his Bandit attire with his wrist bow.

Then it all went down as about 50 Slobs were standing at the hotel, all armed with MACs, TECs, and AK-47s. And surprisingly, joining them were their rivals. Clad in blue and yellow.

The Crips.

Jones growled at the sight of the Crips. He remembered the Crabs that killed the innocent little boy and tried to hurt Winston Mitchell's daughter. He cocked his weapon.

Moon Knight: "Should we greet the bastards?"

Spade nodded.

"Definitely."

"Me first!"

Deadpool drew his twin swords and went out of the window, diving toward the mass of 'bangers. Jones went behind him.

Spade: "What the fuck...?"

And it was war in the streets once more...