You laugh at Check's bloody nose...for like a second before your own nose is smashed with a fist from a band member. "Who da fuck are you to be laughing at this" you hear him say and you slowly recover from the blaze of white yellow light that accompanied the wave of throbbing ache that almost immediately proceeded the sudden shock to the head and neck from the thick fist. Blood gushes down your face filling your hands, shirt and pants with blood. You are a sticky mess before too long.