The Johnson Brothers

Now these two blokes were the bee's knees mate, positively the hardest men in all of England. Their story began once upon a time in London, around 2010, maybe earlier:

Their mother, named Beverly Johnson, once owned a pub before she died of unknown causes. She had two little boys named Michael and Trevor, who grew up to be hard working class men, that inherited her business soon after her passing. You might think owning a pub in London would mean they lived a lovely life, one full of riches. Well, the pub was a bit of a shit hole, that barely anyone dared to visit. Upstairs was where the two brothers lived, it was grim mate, they barely had any heating and the lights always flickered on and off at random. Rats were a common problem and the upkeep was insanely costly. Yet, it was the drinkers who kept the place up and running, they came here for cheap liquor, despite how shite the beer tasted, pissheads always came for an easy night that didn't demand too many pounds being spent. It meant a lot of bar fights and pure scum entering the place on a nightly basis. The brothers hired staff to work there, but nobody wanted to stick around, so it was always up to them two to keep everything up and running. They had no life really, because the place had to stay open all day from 11AM until 3AM to make enough dough to keep the lights on. It got to a point where they only ordered food to the pub and never left, only to smoke a fag in the morning before opening. It was a shit life. One that drove them completely bonkers. The drinkers here didn't respect the place either, they always pissed on the floor, left a mess and littered. Some cheeky sods even crept behind the bar counter to pour themselves pints without paying. It was difficult to catch these disrespectful fools and without security, it was up to the brothers to stop these cunts. Well, when a big gang of eight young men came in one night, acting like they owned the place, kicking the juke box and intimidating other customers, the two brothers lost their shit. They charged for the little rats and a huge battle within their pub began. It was a busy Friday night when this happened, so a lot of people witnessed the two brothers absolutely slaughter these eight little gangsters. It was unbelievable! Like watching some insane action movie or superhero flick. The two brothers barely reacted to getting punched, reflecting and blocking most hits, countering their attacks and sending the thugs flying across the pub, over pool tables and the bar counter. It was bloody and brutal! When one of the gangsters pulled out a switchblade, everyone in the pub thought it was over, but Michael Johnson grabbed a half empty bottle of beer and glassed the little prick instantly, without hesitation. The gangster dropped his knife in a panic, then turned and fled with the rest of his gang, escaping the pub screaming like the little bitches they truly were!

"Anybody else want to cause a fuss?!" Trevor announced to the pub, his response was met with silence as everyone cowered together like scared sheep, "didn't think so..." Trevor added, with a smug smile.

News of the two brothers victory against the eight gangsters, spread like wildfire all across London. People from all over the city shared the unbelievable story, that many didn't believe, however many others claimed to have been there for themselves. It wasn't until a video of them went viral, some 18 year old had secretly filmed the epic fight inside their little pub and posted the footage all over the internet. It became a worldwide sensation with millions of views, making thousands of great British pounds for the lucky little sod who managed to film it all. However, it would be the Johnson Brothers themselves who would eventually make the biggest profit. You see, what happened is this; gangsters all across the South of England, saw how brutal and deadly those two brothers were. So eventually mysterious mobsters began to pop into their pub and offer them jobs that required their ruthless fists, at first the brothers declined, then the offers got so great, they couldn't possibly refuse. Crime lords were offering them thousands upon thousands of pounds, to protect their drug dealers if the users tried to rip them off, some of the higher paid opportunities required the brothers to beat up punks who owed loan sharks, etc. Of course the brothers were at first hesitant about jumping into crime, the risks were high, but so was the fucking pay! They tried making their own social media pages about their fighting skills, however even the viral video of them was losing attention fast! They weren't the only tough guys in London who could beat up a whole gang of lads like that, they were quickly fading into obscurity again and couldn't keep up the rich, lavish lifestyle that internet fame had gifted them. So eventually, they accepted these illegal opportunities and you know what? They were exceptionally good at crime! They were both naturally huge, beastial men with the power to break bones. They could even run real fast and weren't afraid to get rough, in time people learnt to fear their names, "The Johnson Brothers"; became a phase that sent shivers down every thug's spine, made them pay up instantly and scream in terror at the thought of those two human Pitbulls coming to tear them apart! Eventually their little pub that saw little action, became one of the busiest, yet scariest pubs in all of London. It became a bit of a tourist location too, Americans on holiday would pop in, only to immediately exit after seeing all the toughest gangsters in the city, snarling at them like vicious lions. Michael and Trevor changed a lot too, they were extremely friendly before the world of crime took over their lives. Beverley taught them that hospitality was most important when running a pub, "even a little shit hole like this one!" She'd always laugh. The two brothers forgot about all that the moment they became infamous. To ensure nobody fucked with them, they had to act tough, beat anyone who dared undercut them or rip them off to a bloody pulp. Just like in all those gangster films; they'd act like everything was all right with whoever wronged them, getting them to drop their guard, so they can ruthlessly batter them after what would seem to be a friendly handshake (Some cunt tried that with me once, it's a dirty move I tell ya! Well, that little prick is a nobody, so he's just a fart in the wind, whereas I, Joseph Roy Wright, have written a ton of books that sold worldwide! Sorry for that tangent folks, but some wanker thought my stories were "AI Generated" this is proof that they ain't. Call them shit if you like, but I am not a con-man!). These unexpected attacks just made the Johnson Brothers all the more terrifying, anyone who dared to cross them, always ended up ten feet underground. However, even these monsters had their fears, that being the police. Cops began poking in and out of the pub, asking questions and spying on the brothers. They had to play nice with these pigs, even bribe a few, but more and more associates were getting busted as time went on. It was clear as day, eventually they were going to get nicked! So, what did they do? They disappeared. The very same day the greatest robbery in Great Britain took place, but that's a story for another time.