Alpha Storm vs. Reaves Inc.

[AJ Supreme]

Please place RP's below

[BDC]

[glow=red,2,300]The Following Has Been Brought to You By a Mute, Femme Fatal, A Franchise, and The World's Sickest S.O.B.[/glow]

Fort William Henry in Lake George, NY. The battlefield is quiet. The morning fog rolls over the empty plain. The lake can just barley be seen in the back round. En Fuego, dressed as a British Calvary officer from the 1700's, rides a horse into the camera's view.

EF: I love the smell of battle in the morning. Welcome, Turks, to Fort William Henry in beautiful and frigid Lake George. This battle ground was home to one of the greatest wars in history, The French and Indian War. But, I'll spare you inbreeds the history lesson. On the first day of February, the year two thousand and nine, you clowns will be in a war of your own.

Fuego dismounts the horse and unslings the old musket from his back.

EF: And it's war you shall have. But don't blame me from the damage Alpha Storm does. Please don't blame me for the destruction of Reeves Inc. You Turks, you were the ones who fired the first salvo at us. You put your grubby paws on Delilah Ghost. Trust me, I know Delly's a big girl and she can handle her own, but we will not stand idle as you hurt my family.

Fuego walks by Mikey, Delilah Ghost and Ares. They're all dressed normally, except Mikey who put his skeleton mask back on to keep his head warm. Fuego walks up to Delilah, and takes her by the hand.

EF: That's right. Family. Mikey and I may be blood, and Ares, well we've spilled each others blood all across the world, but Delly, you're just like the sister I never wanted. But we are blessed to have you in this family.

Fuego kisses Delilah on the forehead and smiles. Mikey bows to his brother, and Fuego puts his hand on Mikey's shoulder.

EF: Then there's my brother. Let a monster make him mute for the rest of his life just so I could have my life back. The sacrifices that you have made for not only me, but for Puck and Pyros as well, will never be forgotten. You have followed me to the depths of hell and for that I am forever grateful.

Fuego turns toward Ares.

EF: You are my best friend, both in this business and in life in general. Nick, I just want to thank you for fighting the good fight with me, one last time.

A: Whatever, this won't be the last time, and you know it.

EF: Hey man, be quiet, you'll ruin the flow I got going here. So, Wargames! One of yours, one of ours, coin flip, the whole nine yards. The first one in R.C.W. history. It will be the bloodiest, most extreme affair that will be talked about for years to come. this will be known as the night the Alpha Storm destroyed Reeves Inc and put the Turks on the shelf for good.

Fuego fires a shot from his musket straight into the air, then takes a knee in front of the rest of Alpha Storm.

EF: February one, we go into enemy territory, Arkansas, not a doubt in my mind, we will be the underdog. We're older, Ares and I are rusty, Mikey lost his mind, hell we've even got a woman on our team. No back up. No old N.E.W. retiree to back us up. Just we four. No BDC. No TNDS. Just the me, The Great Mute-ah, Delly Ghost, The REAL Franchise, and me, En Fuego, The World's Sickest S.O.B.

Fuego climbs back up on the hose and rides away.

fin'

[Delilah Ghost]

The weather here is as perfect as weather can be. Pristine white sand sparkles underneath a clear blue sky, bordered by equally clear blue water. A little beach shack stands near the water, along with a dock that stretches several yards out into the ocean. Next to that a Grumman Goose bobs in the water, a rope extending from the nose of the plane to a stake on the beach.

Do we drift closer, my racy little razorbacks? Because along with all of the above, we do see a pair of lounge chairs as well. On any other beach, in any other place, they would look quite at home. Except on this beach, in this place, they are very much by themselves. Both chairs are turned toward the water, although only one is occupied. The body itself is male, swimming trunk clad and decorated with various old scars and fading bruises. Draped haphazardly across his face is what looks like a skull mask. Further inspection is interrupted by a splash from the water, and a hand pulling the mask away to reveal RCW's own and a red-head's favorite mute...Mikey.

He watches with a smile as the red-head in question emerges from the ocean. She walks out of the water, smoothing her wet hair back, clad in a black and white checkered bikini that has been a favorite of many a male fan. Delilah picks up a towel that sits on the end of the empty chair and sits down. Mikey reaches for something on the sand beside him, coming up with a long stick.

Very Bond girlish. Me like, he scrawls in the sand between them. Delilah reads it and laughs, stretching out on the chair.

"Why thank you. A good bikini is a girl's best friend."

Thought that was diamonds

"Or a diamond bikini. Whatever."

The getaway was a good idea

Delilah grinned, stretching lazily in the sun. "I thought we could use a couple of days off. Alone. The entire United States of America is just too damned cold right now. So, beach time it is. Besides, if one more person asked what I was smiling about, I would've punched someone right in the face."

Someone's looking forward to Hog Heaven

"Now it's my turn for a second Christmas. And people ask me like I'm grinning like a loon? Well, besides the fact that I'm usually grinning like a loon, I can't help it. Us against them. Alpha Storm versus Reaves Inc. The white hats against the black hats."

White hats?

"Easier to say than the multicolored shades of gore hats against the 'special kids' helmets."

True, true.

Chuckling, Delilah sits up, idly smearing Mikey's words away with one foot.

"We should bring the rest of the fam down here. There's the place on Elder Sister, and it's big enough for everyone. Hell, I'm sure BDC and Fuego would probably run into a few old friends in at least one of the bars."

Mikey merely raises an eyebrow and stares at Delilah.

"What? Pyros would find something to jump off while Puck strutted for the lovely ladies on the beach. We could bribe the local constable to look the other way so no one ended up in jail. Then, when nobody's looking, you and I take off for Costa Rica. Good to go."

He shook his head, grinning.

You've thought about this

"Is it a crime to think about kidnapping you and fleeing to Costa Rica? I'm guilty, GUILTY I say!"

the victory party can be wherever you want

"Brazil."

Sounds good. Feel good?

"Good. Great. Just call me ab fab. Dropped right into the absolute, mind blowing, out of my mind dream sort of match. Getting paid to hurt a bunch of semi-reticulated, quim regurgitating camel f*ckers? How can that NOT put a smile on my face? All you have to do is mix in a car filled with lime jell-o, a dressing room filled to exploding with ladies unmentionables, and possibly a couple of paintball guns loaded with the mexican special...well....Best. Job. Ever. Ev-ver. 'Oooo, we're the Turks, we're Reaves Inc. We're big and bad'. Yeah? Well, that's nice. Doesn't matter anymore. Big and bad is one thing, a bunch of crazy s.o.b's is a whole 'nother story. Just call us the Addams Family because once the torches go out, once you lower the pitchforks, we're gonna jump back up and devour our enemies. Smiling the whole time. Dishing it back out in all sorts of new and interesting ways."

Addams Family?

"Mmmhmm."

does that make you Morticia?

"Of course."

Fuego?

"Uncle Fester."

BDC?

"Either Lurch or Thing. I haven't decided."

Puck and Pyros?

Delilah laughs, "Pyros would be Pugsley, of course."

So that would make me Gomez

"Oui."

Eyes wide, Mikey drops the stick and grabs Delilah by the wrist. He pulls her close, kissing his way up her arm while she laughs and tries to pull away. Once he gets to her shoulder, Mikey slings Delilah over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and starts heading for the water. So let us depart, O RCW faithful. Leave the lovers to their beach fun, and safely get away.

Several thousand feet above the Caribbean is an excellent place to dispose of a body, after all.

[Delilah Ghost]

The fridge door opened, and Clive enjoyed a peaceful moment staring at the contents. Delilah was due back practically any moment and he was intent on enjoying at least one more sandwich.

If he could only find the mayo.

With a triumphant "Ah-ha" he spied it behind the package of garlic roast beef that he'd just returned to the fridge. Turning, jar in hand, Clive was greeted with the scowling red-headed visage of his expected guest.

"Just back from ninja school or did Scotty beam you down," he asked, startled. Delilah snatched the jar from his hands, shaking it in his direction.

"What are you doing?"

"Making lunch. Why? Are you hiding things in the condiments again?"

"You shouldn't eat this...this...THIS. Ick. Not only disgusting, but bad for you."

"My cholesterol's fine, it's that pesky cancer stuff that's killing me. Now hand over the bloody Best Foods and no one has to get hurt."

"Fine." Delilah handed over the jar, her best pout on her face. As Clive busied himself with his food, she left the kitchen, shedding jacket and shoes on her way to the living room. Clive followed soon after, sandwich in one hand, two bottles of beer in the other. He offers one to Delilah and sits down next to her on the couch.

"Good flight?"

"Not bad. A bit bumpy coming into New York. Took the long way 'round, stayed out over the Atlantic."

"Get shot at?"

"Naahh. Not if I fly low enough under the D.E.A's radar."

"Never should have taught you that."

Delilah grins in response, picking up the remote and starts flipping through the channels.

"So is anyone using the place on Elder Sister?"

"Not at the moment."

"I kinda thought I might...we might stay there for a few days."

"We?"

"You know. Me and the boys. Maybe after Hog Heaven. A little victory party for a...ohh...a week or so?"

Clive looked at her for a moment, one corner of his mouth twitching in an almost smile. "You, Mikey, two gentlemen named En Fuego and BDC, along with two upstarts named Puck and Pyros? That close to Boomtown and that much rum? Unsupervised?"

"You're right. Ares might be there too, so I'd better take at least fifty thousand to bribe the cops with."

"I'd say. But I'll make a few calls, have the place cleaned up, kitchen stocked, etcetera, so on and so forth. Victory is always sweetest with a full bottle, as my father once said."

"I don't know about that. I can think of things sweeter still."

"Dear lord," Clive said, casting his eyes toward the ceiling, "When she starts sounding like me, bad things happen. Forgive her, for she does it all in good conscience."

"Funny stuff, that british sense of humor."

"Being around you has ruined mine."

"Then my work here is done, and I can concentrate on bigger and better things. Like cars, filled with random substances."

"That reminds me, Henry called from the store in town. He says your jell-o is in."

"Bonus."

"Who has the unfortunate honor of having their car vandalized by you now?"

"It's a surprise. I'll give you a hint, though. I'll tell you who it won't be."

"So?"

"Well, it won't be Reno's...Rude's...Steve's...or Tseng's car. Oh no. I got better things planned for them. So remind me to get a box of cigars before I leave."

"Cigars?"

"Yeah. Cigars. For Rude. Allllll for Rude. I'm torn between strapping him to a table, lighting each one and putting them out on him, or duct-taping him to a chair, lighting his hair on fire so I have something to light all those stogies with."

"Pleasant."

"Very."

"Do you have similar plans for the others?"

"None that I can discuss without incriminating myself. Stupid laws. For now, I just have to be happy thinking about...ohhh...accidently dropping Tseng on his head...or making Reno eat ring steps....perhaps even Steve Sensation tragically being run over by a zamboni."

"A zamboni?"

"You're right, tying him to some railroad tracks would be so much better. Suspenseful too."

"Your confidence is inspiring. A little frightening too."

"You say the nicest things. Either way, after Hog Heaven, no one will care what happens to the Turks, Reaves Inc., whatever. Droopy, Sneezy, Sparkles and Botox will be coming to a rude and violent end at the hands of Alpha Storm. Once we've finished turning them into anatomy lessons for the nearest teaching hospital, they'll be begging us to dispose of the bodies."

Clive merely sits there, sandwich halfway to his mouth, silently saying 'Droopy, Sneezy, Sparkles and Botox' with a confused look on his face.

"What? Have you seen Tseng? Give him a black wig with long hair and you could call him Cher."

Clive shakes his head, bewildered.

"If we put Sensation on the injured list, we'd be doing him a favor, to be perfectly honest. He has a chance against ol' Jeffy boy, but a snowball in hell would last longer than Sensation versus Philly."

"You've lost to him as well."

"Me and Philly isn't about who wins and who loses. Me and Philly...well...irresistable force and immovable object? Kinda like that. That, plus something very similar to what this Wargames at Hog Heaven will be. War. Straight up war. Two sides coming together with the express intent of crushing the other. Totally. Utterly. Scorch the earth and salt it behind us. Attrition. To persevere until the smoke clears, the last enemy falls, and Alpha Storm stands alone. Bloody, battered, but triumphant."

"And the peasants rejoice."

"And peace reigns through the land, once Steve, Reno, Rude and Tseng end up with their jaws wired shut."

"Not exactly the sort of fairytale I'd read to my grandchildren, but it'd make a decent movie."

"It'll make a hell of a show, I tell you what."

[return?]

(The setting opens up in a muddy field somewhere in Arkansas. It's sleeting outside, and is about 36 degrees. We see Reno bear crawling through a soaked ditch carrying Rude on his back, crawling through nearly frozen cold water. We see Steve Sensation doing mountain climbers on not so soaked ground. We see Tseng wearing his black suit and an Army Drill Instructor hat and sunglasses. Reno, Rude and Steve are wearing desert fatigues. Reno is whining and moaning and nearly collapses in about 10 inches of water.)

Reno: Dude, why on earth are you having us do such unglodly stuff in this freezing weather?

(Tseng brushes some sleet off of his jacket and looks at Reno.)

T: Quit your whining. It's not freezing out here until I say it's freezing out here.

Reno: Do you want us to catch hypothermia? We have to wrestle this Sunday!

T: Yeah, and you can take a break after you disassemble your objective!

Reno: Who died and made you a drill instructor?

T: Whiner, I have had it up to about HERE with you!

(Tseng holds his hand up above his head and walks into the ditch and puts his foot across Rude's ribcage shoving Reno into the cold waters below.)

T: CRAWL B|TCH CRAWL!

(Reno is trying to respond, but he's making garggling noises because he is face down in water. Tseng mocks back at Reno.)

T: Wha! I want my mommy! I'm your daddy and you will do as I say! We'll stay out here till hell freezes over if we have to!

Rude: Where is our partner?

T: Don't you worry, he will be at the Hog Heaven... besides, I don't want people to know who our new aquisition is... yet.

Rude: I feel pretty bad for Ares and Fuego. They'll be going back to the old folks' home on stretchers after Hog Heaven.

T: Indeed... they'll get their backs driven into the mat so hard, they'll try to submit before we put an end to their careers... forever! As for Delilah, she oughtta be used to that... ya know? Her back being driven to the ground. She might even take a dive without our secret weapon doing it for us. SIDE STRADDLE HOP, STEVE!

(Steve slowly gets up and starts doing side straddle hops.)

T: After Hog Heaven, Micheal Hollywood, you are my target... but not the way you think it is now. I have you backed to a wall. I have the one guy who can and will dethrone you as RCW Natural Champion. Just wait and see... wait and see.

(Suddenly, Reno reaches out of the water and pulls Tseng's leg into the water. Tseng immediately kicks Reno in the face and walks back up to dry ground.)

T: Very well, I guess it's cold enough... get off of him and carry him to the van... FALL OUT!

(Steve gets up and makes his way to the van. Rude gets up and grabs Reno by his shirt up and starts dragging him to the van.)

T: Hmmm... no more Reaves in my way. No more politics, no more holding back... RCW is mine...

(fade.)

[Mystery Partner]

Reeves: So are you in or out?

Man: I think you know the answer to that question or we wouldn't be having this conversation now would we?

Reeves: Regardless, I need to hear you say the words. For my benefit so humor me.

Man: Yes, I am in. Consider me the newest acquisition of Reeves Inc. Just don't expect me to follow the little "boot camp" you have the others going through right now. I think you know me better than that and no I work better when I just do my thing.

Reeves: Just as long as you can be a team player in the ring with the others then we have no problem.

Man: You have known me long enough to know that when it comes to "in the ring," I am all business.

Reeves: True, but I also know that you don't play well with others.

Man: That was years ago, things have changed. I have changed.

Reeves: I guess we will see. I will talk to you later.

Man: Later.

I have sat back and watched as you all run around scurrying like ants at a picnic, but with no organization in which to lead you. One week you feud with this person then you turn your attention to the next. Going down the roster until you have feuded with each and every member, yet have built no alliance. Even if you have built an alliance you only use it to your advantage and then turn on them like an angry dog when the situation favors your rise up the ladder of the RCW.

Meanwhile, Reeves Inc. has shown a sense of family. True, they may fight among themselves, but they'll be damned if anyone outside their circle is going to jump one of their own. Law of the pack so to speak. They stick together when attacked from outside the circle and will bleed for one another. That is not a stable, that is a family. That is what I seek.

Rest assured, I have done my homework as well. Reeves is the crafty veteran who has seen more time in the ring than all the others combined. He has adapted and changed to the surroundings he faces and more often than not, he has prevailed. There is a lot to learn from him and believe me, I will pick his brain apart to gain every ounce of knowledge I can get from him. Both inside the ring and out.

Reno and Rude are the brawn of the family. What they lack in wits, they sure as hell make up for in brute strength. They are ruthless in their approach and will not back down from any challenge. They fear nothing and no one. That may be their biggest strength, but it may also be their biggest weakness. Even the wisest men know it is okay to fear something, it is how you deal with that fear that truly defines you.

They there is Steve Sensation, the brash young star. The youth of Reeves Inc. What he lacks in experience he compensates for with the size of his ego and confidence. Something I lacked in my early years and maybe I can take a page from him and up my game as well. Maybe in the process, I can teach the kid a few things and make him better in the ring, thus helping to pave the path to championships in his future. Only time will tell.

As for me and who I am, well that is of no real importance. At least not yet. Trust me, you will find out soon enough. You will be standing in the ring, along with the other members of Reeves Inc. and when my music hits, you will know what they already know. You will know who the newest member of Reeves Inc. is and then you will come to understand that your days at the top are numbered and that Reeves Inc. is about to blaze a new trail through the RCW. A trail that will lead to all gold being housed in our stable. In our family.