After year in, year out living on the beautiful island of Ibiza, one starts to sour a little towards the species that come to inhabit this paradise every summer.
Like a plague they spread through the spanish streets, polluting the fresh mediterranean air with their foul language and stale odours.
Assaulting our eyes with their hot pink skin and faded dreary tattoos of old english calligraphy and misshapen bulldogs.
A seasoned ibiza veteran.
By day you do what any suntanned cruiser might do... but by night a very sinister transformation occurs.
You become the vigilante hero known only as Simone, Don Simone. San Antonio's very own scum bag exterminator.
The night is young and your shift is just about to begin.
You stand up, swig the last of your forty ounce and survey the scene...
Creatures rolling on the floor, degenerates screaming,
shouting and throwing punches every which way.
Their eyes are glazed over, they are spewing vomit from
their mouths and leaking suspect substances from their noses...
Then, out of nowhere you are caught by surprise! A cretin
juice head sporting short shorts, neon shades and an I Heart Ibiza vest stumbles across your path slurring for you to get out of his way.
On the floor.
It all happens so quickly and the adrenaline surging through your veins once again ignites that fire in your belly...
This is what you live for.
You are Simone, Don Simone.
San An Scum-Bag Exterminator.
And this is Westend Warriors.
Let the brawl begin!