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Australia’s Biker Rebellion: The Rise, Fall and Return of Troy Mercanti

Australia’s Biker Rebellion: The Rise, Fall and Return of Troy Mercanti Over three decades, The West Australian newspaper ran 521 stories about one man—Troy Mercanti. The first hit the press in 1993, when he got charged after a nightclub fight in Bunbury. That was just the beginning. This isn't your typical outlaw tale. We're talking about a guy so feared that a rival gang member literally set himself on fire rather than face him. Yeah, you read that right. Troy Mercanti isn’t just some biker—he’s a force of nature. His name rumbles through Perth’s underworld like a summer storm. He’s been stabbed, beaten, shot, and even had his house bombed—and somehow, he’s still walking around with a grin on his face. In 2008, the Coffin Cheaters kicked him out of their club in brutal fashion—tricked him into coming to a goat farm, then gave him the kind of beating that most wouldn’t walk away from. Not long before that, the Comancheros wanted him dead after a fiery showdown with their boss, Mick Hawi. And if that wasn’t enough, a decade earlier, the Club Deroes also had him on their hit list, all because he backed Kevin “Mad Mick” Woodhouse. A few years after that? The Rebels bombed his house over a pub fight down south. Still think the biker life is all about leather jackets and loud engines? Think again. This is a world where loyalty is life-or-death, where “brotherhood” means taking a bullet and not asking questions, and where one wrong move can end everything. Six years behind bars? Didn’t break him. Fifteen Coffin Cheaters? Couldn’t stop him. Cops and task forces? Couldn’t pin him down. The man’s been in the headlines and on TV for 30 years, and still, no one really knows what makes him tick. Ever wonder why someone chooses a life where getting beat up is a good day? Where cops trail your every move? Where every ride could be your last? Let’s rewind to 1968—Perth. Back then it was a rough and wide-open city, full of wild energy. That’s where Troy Mercanti was born. He grew up in the outer suburbs—not exactly the kind of place that turns out legends. But even as a kid, he stood out. Some say he craved power, respect, control. Others reckon he was just a boy who’d seen too much, chasing a way to steer his own life in a world that didn’t offer much direction.