Chapter XI

"So this is between you and I, friend." shadesOG forced a smile.

shadesOG and G-Money stood face to face. The two best gangs on MD2 decided that it would be best to send only one representative per gang so the victor will have fuller reign over the mafia world. That way it would be easier to restore order after the tournament.

shadesOG threw his cigarette up in the air.

It landed.

BANG!

The two gang leaders moved at unbelievable speeds. G-Money was on the offensive, shadesOG carefully dodging each bullet with his 30,000,000 speed. shadesOG shot directly at G-Money's toes but G-Money dodged it and landed tactically on the ground. Both had guns pointed at the other's head.

"WAIT!"

It was 3djoker.

G-Money glanced.

BANG!

The tournament organizer was no more.

~~~

Stokesy returned to the headquarters of the Revolutionary Alliance. He was carrying with him the bodies of his fallen "comrades." He caught his voice and screamed.

"REVOLUTIONARIES! They have killed our generals! But I have managed to escape! Listen for I have important news!

The Revolutionaries were shocked. Their leaders were gone. But fortunate for them, they thought, that they still had Stokesy -- the reliable and trustworthy Stokesy.

"We will avenge our fallen brothers!"

For Stokesy, the plan worked. Eliminating his comrades meant complete control over an overly motivated army of Revolutionaries.

~~~

"Fuck... FUCK, I was too late." 3djoker was panting. He continued

"Stokesy... Stokesy killed Amaya and fleshy! Right now, Stokesy murdered the top five members of the Guardian Angels -- and he also killed his co-leaders in the Revolutionary Alliance! Now he has full control of the alliance! We must stop this tournament and prevent Stokesy from creating a regime!"

But there was no stopping the angered Yakuza. They rushed toward the GGL members, ready to murder.

shadesOG stopped them.

"Don't worsen the situation. Kill me and we're even. We must stop Stokesy at all costs."

ViperGQ, whose cheekbones were throbbing with anger, was ready to shoot shadesOG.

"Stop! Don't kill our leader. If you must, kill me! shadesOG is our only chance of defeating Stokesy, can't you see that?"

It was Roblematique.

"Kill me -- I am the next leader of the GGL, you will be taking a lot from the gang -- but we have to stop the Revolution!"

shadesOG looked at him.

"Thank you Roblematique"

Within seconds, the guns sounded and Roblematique was no more.

Chapter X

Succubus was ugly in every definition of the word. A pimplish face with polluted red hair topped off with a fully braced set of teeth which she claimed to be +2% to defense for every tooth in place. Her evil plots were rendered useless by the uncanny guile of ViperGQ.

"You're the ugliest thing I have ever seen in my day. I wouldn't even want to pull my gun out in front of you in fear of it getting contaminated by your horrible presence. Your filthy body is so different from the striking definition of my cheekbones. I'm not gay though, I'm metro." Viper said.

"Is that a threat?" responded Succubus.

"To ugly girls, everything is a threat,"

G-Money interrupted the confrontation: "Viper, I'm her opponent. Leave the bitch alone, she already knows she's ugly."

Topeka was drained of all its oxygen. The pressure mounted. Suddenly it became harder to breathe. And in a few seconds

BANG!

Succubus would stop breathing altogether.

G-Money, the wigger that he is, broke out into rap.

"Put a bullet through yo head
Before you eva got laid in bed
and everyone of us can see
the beautiful irony of your name
of always being too suck yo BUSY
to have anyone suck yo PUSSY"

ViperGQ punched G-Money and knocked him out. The other Yakuza carried him back to the car.

~~~

Stokesy stood on a platform, a person kneeling down before him.

"You who claim to be our ally, what is your name?"

"I am Max."

"I have a job for you to do. I will accept you if you prove that you're indeed a MAX and not a MINimum. HA..HA...HA"

All the members of the Revolutionary Alliance forced a chuckle.

"Get the LFC on our side. Those scousers could prove useful.

~~~

The matchups for the next round were announced the day after.

Yakuza vs. GGL
G~A vs. The Revolutionary Alliance

The G~A found themselves in Chicago, encircled by Stokesy, T12, Anarchy Now!, Magewarfelix and Matt.

Stokesy proposed a unique battle, a quickdraw. Twenty steps, turn around and shoot. Lunatic agreed and everyone found themselves itching to shoot each other.

Lunatic walked up.

"I'm first."

Across him was the prodigy, T12.

One...two...nineteen...twenty.

A blue light lasered past. The speed of which couldn't be comprehended by all the members of the Alliance, save Stokesy.

T12 was dead.

"Your decoy's dead Stokesy."

Stokesy gave Magewarfelix a pat on the back.

"I'm next!"

One...two...ninteen...twenty.

BANG!

Lunatic was on the floor, lifeless.

"Your forum moderating has made you too comfortable. Sometimes it comes down to how quick you press the attack button."

Poison, gripping her gun tightly on one hand and fondling Lunatic's hair with the other, was enraged.

"You're mine Felix."

One...two...nineteen...twenty.
Poison dashed at Felix.
BANG!

Felix missed. The kitchen knife was halway through his neck before he noticed. Felix's head fell like a Greek head statue. Blood fountain.

"God Damnit, I'm tired of this."

Stokesy was behind Poison, nobody noticed him move.
Six shots permeated the chilling Chicago air.

The bodies of Poison, Angellik, the Prince of Portugal... all on the floor. Beside them were the bodies of Matt and Anarchy Now! both looking betrayed.

3djoker had blocked the bullet with the handle of his Revolver. Stokesy left only him alive.

As Joker was running away from the scene, half-crying and half-disgusted at Stokesy for killing his own allies, he noticed the bullet embedded on the handle of his Revolver.

"...this is the same one we found on Amaya's body."

Chapter IX

The news of GGL destroying GnR was kept hush until the rest of the first round was finished. The famed Slavehack Mafia led by Succubus met the Yakuza in Topeka.

Succubus confronted G-Money. He held out his hand.

“Fair fight, G-Money?” he offered a shake.

“It’s a fair fight now.” ViperGQ came out of the dark, along with two other Yakuza members. They were dragging four bodies, all SHM gangsters.

“You think that I didn’t notice these guys following us, ready to pull the trigger at anytime?” G-Money said.

He continued: “You want a fair fight? I’ll give you one. If you beat me, your gang can progress and the Yakuza will disband.”

Succubus looked shocked. But all the same he took off his coat to prepare for the fight.

“I lost my gang members, it would be shameful to them if I don’t try to kill you.”

~~~

Elsewhere, the Revolutionary Alliance were already parading the mutilated corpse of Edwards99. The flat of the United Gangs of Mafia Death had a huge red “A” plastered on it.

The revolutionaries were all kneeling towards the one who looked like leader, and beside the leader, his right hand man, T12, was standing. The brethren were chanting:

“Stokesy. Stokesy. Bless us Lord Stokesy.”

~~~

The G~A quickly progressed over lackluster opponents who barely survived the era of Mafia Death.

The gears of Blood Red February were turning.

MD Novel Chapter 8

The GGL became something of a cult. Amaya was considered a heroine and Fleshy a martyr in several mafia circles. This allowed GGL to carry out large scale recruiting operations – much like when shadesOG was enticed by Amaya’s legs to abandon GnR and jump ship. This recruitment boom not only multiplied the amount of GGL faithful, it also multiplied the enemies of the gang – Guns & Roses being the biggest rival.

What’s more, the two gangs would meet and kill each other. February 1^st.

The tournament organizers said that the two gangs would meet at 9 P.M., in the backstreets of New York City.

The gangs prepared their respective representatives, and this caused a lot of internal conflict within the gangs. Everyone wanted to kill the opposition.

And the day came.

New York was close to snowing. The wind blew every window shut and New York City felt deserted. Everyone knew about the mafia battle – but no one could do anything about it. The collective force of the mafia underworld was strong enough to overwhelm even Dave the mafia collector.

The GnR representatives were walking on the streets, wary of every sound that permeated the deadly atmosphere. Okiethug and TheKissOfDawn leading the other three GnR mobsters who looked as if they didn’t want to be there.

A rustling sound in the garbage.

Three shots. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Okiethug was on the floor, screaming in pain.

“Fuck! I can’t fucking move!”

Both his knees were shot. TheKissOfDawn was on his knees, restraining the pain from being shot in the stomach area.

shadesOG walked calmly from the alley.

Three more shots thundering through the city.

The other three members of GnR dropped dead.

“I could take care of mobsters like those all day.”

Roblematique was holding a smoking Desert Eagle on one hand, a Black Russian on the other.

“shades… spare your loyal followers, remember when we were…”

BANG!

“Fuck off.”

Shades and Roblematique walked away.

GGL won the first match and began what the newspapers would eventually refer to as “Blood Red February.”

Chapter VI

The era of Mafia Death brought about many changes. Whilst the threat of the Anarchists was still weak enough to be dealt with, the mafia groups of the world created factions among themselves.

Edwards99 began the United Gangs of Mafia Death – which sought to create a group of gang representatives so they could work towards the interests of gangs everywhere. The problem is that it became nothing but a capitalist ploy as the group, as well as several others, merely practiced organized bullying.

In other portions of the world, gangs like the Barzini Crime family and La Resistance, the Mexican chapter of Anarchy formed the Revolutionary Alliance.

Small gang factions emerged as organized Mafia groups feared the threat of being jailed by Dave the Mafia Collector, and newly reformed mob snitch BunnyHump. This prompted the most renowned free Mafioso in the world to move. G-Money had to do something.

Word then came out. A letter from G-Money addressed to all the Mafia bosses in the world.

“February 1, 2008 – five mobsters from your gang – world mob control at stake. Death awaits.”

A tournament. A Mafia tournament. One that would endanger the lives of mafia everywhere – but also one that would establish a mafia hierarchy.

Chaos ensued. Mafia groups began wars to eliminate the competition before the ultimate competition which the Yakuza was organizing.

~~~ Elsewhere…

A statue stood in the middle of a farm town in the quiet portions of Nancy.

“It’s done. We’ve done justice to them haven’t we?” shadesOG looked impressed.

“We’ll do more than justice when we get to that tournament.”

“Easy! You’re a bit too young to ‘fix’ any problem those two couldn’t fix,” shades replied.

Roblematique dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it.

“Would rather kill myself than stop trying though.”

MD Novel Chapters 1-6

Chapter I

That night was anarchy.

Marius was trudging through Chicago, tracking down àßv†h€gød. A paid hit, after all, is a paid hit. And especially after the Anarchists murdered famed combat master Jimmy the Bunny, points and dollars circulated in the market – seeking retribution for the fallen bunny.

Marius walked into a dead end corner, slowly drawing his freezing Police Revolver, ready to fix the problem that plagued lawful society.

BANG!

Blood invaded the silent Illinois night.

BANG! BANG!

Marius was on his knees. Breathing heavily.

He was clutching his right leg, two bullets landed harshly on his thigh and on his knee. His eyes grew large at the sight of what he esimated to be fifty dark figures standing on crates and dumpsters.

“The Anarchy has reached Chicago,” said an idealistic, soft-spoken lad who seemed to be the leader of the pack.

Anarchy Now!’s smile was mildly sinister. He waved his tattooed right arm, with his trusty Colt King Cobra dangling from his index finger.

His tattoo said “T12.”

Marius was taken over by shock. He had to the GGL, the MDA, the Yakuza.
He had to file a report to the government that hired him.
He had to divulge T12’s terrifying ambition to the world.
But to the Anarchy, all Marius had to do was die.

BANG!

A bullet to the midsection.

Hodges stepped into the light, carrying a face that was screaming: “LET ME!” He stuck the barrel of his gun into Marius’s bleeding mouth.

“Feels a lot like sucking cock, doesn’t it Mary?”

Marius gargled out something that sounded like “Fuck you.”

Then darkness.



Chapter II

It was a busy day in the GGL offices.

In one room, Stokesy was having a heated telephone conversation.

“How could you fuck the numbers up you dumbass?!” bellowed the strongest and most popular mafia hitman in the world.

The room shook and the carpets were blown away as Stokesy stomped. This is the unfortunate curse of the level 460-something mammoth as his strength was at abnormal levels.

“Donnie J DiMarco?! Who the fuck is that? All you had to do was give it to our man! We could’ve made a killing! And now the only killing that’ll happen is between me and you IMDCHAMP!”

Near the basement of the GGL headquarters was a sultry, curvaceous brunette. She was encircling Enrico Palini, right hand man or Anarchy Now!, like a vulture, ready to strike at anytime.

The room was dark, but on the walls one could see the lifeless body of MsSmith plastered and mutilated.

“For the last time, who – killed – Marius.”

“I’d tell you, but show me some legs first, Amaya.”

The Anarchist was sharper than they expected.

Palini continued: “We don’t follow anybody’s rules, not yours, not MDA’s – so you can go ahead and kill me if you want.”

But from what would happen, any amount of sharpness would have gone nowhere. Footsteps louder than even Stokesy’s were echoing in the dimly-lit basement. Enrico had felt death before but this was different – he had a feeling he was in for some ride.

Grease flooded the space underneath the basement door. From that alone, the Anarchist knew that there was no way out. No way at all. There was no way but fleshy’s way.

Anarchists would die for their cause, but they wouldn’t “experience” fleshy for any cause.

And with that, the GGL knew.

Chapter III

All the girls in Narita airport in Chiba were screaming. Some were even fainting – and this isn’t the only way ViperGQ puts people into the hospital.

“I hate this job,” the Wakagashira Underboss said to himself.

Being a diversion isn’t convenient, being a supermodel diversion is hell.

On the western wing of the airport complex, a tall, rugged man with a pair of Oakleys and a Hawaiian shirt was marching with ten other men trailing him and clearing the way.

“Joey, I’m on my way. Prepare your best hos for when I get there aite? And tell that bastard Cobalt to be there, can’t be too careful these days, yeah?”

[i]Gimpster was scouring the shady portions of Shinjuku. He was carrying a black bag that looked like an ominous sack of balls. Names like Kishin, Ozzy Fudd and cheeseroyale all fluttered away, and in a few minutes –

BANG!

Eney didn’t have time to think. And now his thinking, along with his breathing will be impaired for the rest of his prompt life. A bullet to head – without mercy, without hesitation.

Gimpster put his gun back in his coat, revealing slightly the legendary tattoo that belongs to the Yakuza. And up to this day, no one has seen it and lived to tell about it. He grabbed his Nokia and quickdialed.

“The Anarchy in Japan has been eliminated.” [/i]

Before G-Money™ boarded his private jet.

He addressed the rest of the Yakuza with an unyielding aura.

“Onto the battlefield then.”

And he walked.

Chapter IV

Various representatives were present.

The giants of the mafia world were all gathered in San Jose.

The name list was magnificent. The turn-out? 100%.

Amaya, Stokesy and shadesOG from GGL. Joey2Toes, Cobalt, Ninja and Caitiff form the MDA. G-Money, Gimpster, ViperGQ from the Yakuza.

And all the famed combat trainers in the criminal underworld.

It was Jimmy the Bunny’s funeral.

There was not one man present that didn’t undergo the harsh yet fruitful regimen of Jimmy the Bunny. All his riches were turned over to his prodigious son Brad the Bunny, who was still an infant.

The big guns of MDA were gathered around him. Careful of the others’ every move.

Shrek the Bunny gave his speech, and how apt a speaker he was – him and Jimmy were brothers. Brothers in the same sense as George W. Bush and Tony Blair.

There was an air of bitterness and discomfort, but none of the mafia complained.

“Jimmy and I grew up together; we robbed the same banks, busted the same people out of prison, and hilariously badged the same car millions of times.

We founded two of the largest mafia training organizations in the world. The bunnies that grace us with their presence today are results of Jimmy’s vision, which I religiously follow to this day.

Moreover, Jimmy started the MDBank, which is now the largest money laundering operation in the world of organized crime. Even those Italians were in awe when he first conceptualized it.

His death is one that will not be easily forgo—“

“AHHHHH!” screamed a man in a brown tuxedo.

Cobalt had him in an arm lock.

“Don’t you fucking think for one second about getting your filthy hands on Jimmy’s kid motherfucker! You made drop my cigarette, you’re gonna die!”

Cobalt twisted his arm further back and clinically sliced his head off with a concealed kitchen knife.

The man dropped dead and revealed a tattoo.

T12.

The gang leaders looked at each other. From the look on their faces, one could easily tell… they knew what was happening.

But they didn’t expect one thing.

A dark figure blistered past Stokesy, drew a revolver with each hand and shot down Amaya and BunnyHump swiftly, barely missing their vitals.

When the figure finally revealed himself – he wore a boyish smile, and pleasantly said:

“Hi! My name is Matt!”

And the disaster that followed would dictate much of the popular “Mafia Revolution” that is imprinted in history.

Chapter V:

The Anarchy surrounded the funeral area and burned the surrounding trees and plants. It was chaos, and the one who enjoyed it the most was Amaya.

“Hey Matt, almost got me there – almost is the key word.”

Amaya took off her lady tux and revealed a sparkling new camo vest.

“You ruined my new camo vest, now you’re gonna pay.”

Matt shrugged and rushed at Amaya like a rabid dog.

BANG!

A bulle tto Matt’s knee ligament.

“We don’t play fair either, and that camo vest was an expensive anniversary gift, fucker.”

Fleshy man was there, much to Matt’s terror.


On the other end of the warzone, the lower level GGl and MDA members were warring with the Anarchists. Bulletfire rained, chipping tombstones and luxury mausoleums.

Then in a surprise move, Anarchy Now! screamed “Retreat!”

TGTthe12 grabbed a few wounded Reservoir Dogs who joined the raid and commanded his men away as well.

The Yakuza ed everyone in the area. Their spies couldn’t believe their eyes – no one could. The members flocked towards the funeral area and discovered the true pain of war.

Amaya and fleshyman. Lifeless.

This wasn’t the Anarchy everyone knew and chronically hospitalized.

This was different.

Chapter VI

The death of the two stalwarts of GGL made newspapers all over the world. The mafia underworld was going public, and that meant the end for some mafia.

Politics can never be prevented; even in times of turmoil the thought of reigning supreme over the world seems too inciting a thought. And proof of this is the travesty that would befall the mafia world.

Cobalt came home from a long day at work – he opened the door and saw sunglasses.

Sunglasses, in the mafia world, mean death.

It wasn’t a man waiting for Cobalt. It wasn’t anything that anyone could comprehend. It was Dave.

Dave, the chief of the Interpol, was waiting for Cobalt. Thirty people armed with AK47s surrounded him.

Cobalt spoke.

“Finally gathered enough evidence I assume?”

Dave nodded.

“I’m the last one alive then.”

Dave nodded again.

“After this cigarette please.”

And the cigarette burned out.

Dave was grabbed his cellular phone and quick dialed a number.

“Thanks for the evidence.”

The voice replied: “I appreciate the favor.”

And Dave replied: “You better. It’s the last one I’ll ever do for you Stokesy.”

Newspapers found the dead bodies of MDA members all over America. This began an entirely new ear. The Anarchy was growing. The powers that held the mafia underworld together have been torn apart. New heroes will be made for the old heroes have died. And this sequence of events prompted the newspapers to declare the new era with shocking black letters on the front page: “MAFIA DEATH.”