The Easy Aces

[papa arnold]

So there i was. 32 the leader of a solid gang and a nickname of 'Jester' wow. What have i got going for me in my life? Nothing apart from Women, Money & Fighting. I spent nearly 4 years getting this gan up from scratch and for what? so it can get destroyed in a matter of seconds? i dont think so.

November 28th 1978

There i was walking up Kane Street in Brooklyn, New York. With my best buddy Jazz by my side.
"What you wanna do tonight Jest'?" Jazz asks bouncing up and down in excitement
"Well my sister said her Ex-Boyfriend has been giving her grief. So lets pay him a visit tonight!" I explain to Jazz
"Oh hell yeah! im up for a little Jap!" Jazz says lightly punching a passing Lampost
"Always down for a brawl you are." I say nudging him slightly.

We continue up Kane street & turn into Baltic Street. My Sisters Ex-Boyfriends Apartment can be seen from the first building on the third floor of the Tenement Housing. His lights were on and Music can be heard from inside. We walks through the Building Front Doors and take to the staires two at a time before coming to Apartment 22A. I knock on the door, but the Music seems loud so no one can hear it. I sigh with anger and suddenly kick the door just above the Handle. The Door swings open and The Slimy Punk Darren is making out with some Slapper on the couch. Other people are partying around him. They turn to face me and Jazz standing there thinking where here for the party so they cheer. All aside from Darren who looks up from the girls waistline with wide eyes. I Motion to Jazz to watch the others so they dont join in while i wander over to Darren.

He was relativley the same size at me, but i didnt care. I grab him by the collar and hoist him to his feet
"Your supposed to be with my Sister you slimy Greaseball!" I say getting right in his face. He smirks pushing me away clenching his fists. I shake my head smirking and Lunge at him knocking him with a stiff right shot. He falls back to the Couch as the girl screams slightly and scrams to her feet. I look over my shoulder to see Jazz slamming a guys head against the breakfast bar. Darren stands up ready for a fight, but clearly he's been drinking. He staggers to his feet and goes for a sloppy punch which i easily dodge and headbutt him. I grab him by the collar and swing him against the nearest wall. He slam my knee into his gut and throw him across the room. Slowly the Partiers leave clearly scared, but i pretend not to notice focussing on Darren.
"What ever your sister says Jack, we finished Last Week" Darren says trying to get to his feet slipping on some of his own blood.
"Hmm okay whatever, but apprently you've been Ringing her nonstop after that threatening her." I explain giving a stiff kick to Darrens ribs.

10 Minutes pass and we're still in Darrens Apartment. He is Puking his guts out in the bathroom while me and Jazz search his flat for things of use. We take Money, Jewelry and anything of Value before taking to the building staires and down the street.
"Reckon we showed him Jest'?" Jazz asks counting his Money he stole.
"Definatley Jazz-o. If he tries anything else he'l have to mess with us again" I explain smiling wide as i place a Golden Necklace around my neck.

[center]12:02 AM November 29th

couple of Hours pass before we reach my home street of Lawrence Street. Normaly it would have took about 45 mins but we stopped for a bite to eat at a Wendy's before hand. As we arrive at the edge of the street a burning smell can be seen. Jazz & I follow the scent before arriving at my building which has been set on fire. About 2 firetrucks are outside with the Firemen rushing around trying to put it out. I walk past the security tape showing my Building & ID Pass before crumbling to my knees. Jazz comes rushing over pushing past the authorities and helping me up. I hear the noise of Laighter in the next alley. I jog around the corner before noticing some men in Mime Outfits pouring Petrol over the side of the building. They look at us in wonder before one of them finally shouts.
"Theres the slimy Kid that beat up Darren!" The Mime shouts pointing at me " Hector, get back to Chatterbox and tell him the job is done... we'l take care of this Kid"
Before i knew it i had 4 guys in Clown outfits running towards me. My apartment was burning where it stood and for all i knew i could get badly beaten. Wow this life sucks.[/center]

[papa arnold]

The Mimes ran at me & Jazz very fast. Before i knew it i was jumped at by the leading one in a White Shirt rather than a red one. I tossed him aside during Mid-Flight and elbowed him in the face as he got up. Jazz caught the next one center-fold as he lunged for my face. Jazz grabbed his wrist and twisted it making the Mime double over. 2 More started waving baseball bats around. The First one swung narrowly missing my head i look at him wide-eyed before crouching over and spearing him to the ground before he can get another swing in. We hit the floor with a thud and i lay into him making his face blood red over his white Face-Paint. Jazz had thr last one against the wall pummeling his face, before he drops his Bat.

Me and Jazz look at eachother for a while. We smile and i gently kick the nearest one trying to crawl away.
"Sh*t those were some desperate dudes!" Jazz says smiling
"Too easy for me. You know what  just figured?" I replied
"What...?" Jazz asks
"We get into a fight an awful lot of the time" I explain
"Yeah i heard that. People must think we some sort of gang or somthin'" Jazz says laughing
"Perhaps we can be..." I say suddenly sounding serious
"What do you mean Jest'?" He asks raising an eyebrow
"Well... look at it this way. Our apartment just burnt down, we're ALWAYS getting into Fights which we come out victorious. We're like our little unit. We should become a GANG!" I exp;ain suddenly loving my idea.
"You on crack?" Jazz asks
"No...You down or what?"
"Hell yeah player! lets do this." Jazz replies

With that said we spent most of the night searching around for somthing to kick start our gang idea. But like usual we found nothing. We sit in the empty diner at 3:40AM listening to some crappy unknown Radio Station thinking to ourselves.
"Heres a list of what we need" Jazz says
"Go on..." I reply
"A Hangout. Some Colours. Recruits AND A NAME!" He explains We sit there for another 5 minutes thinking.
" You know what, next to darren's building is an abandoned one. I guess we could use that. Those Clowns seemed rather Freaky, but cool in a way." i explain thinking on the spot.
"Lets check out this Building" Jazz replies.

We arrive back on the edge of Kane street. There is an abandoned Tenement building on the corner with the windows & Doors boarded up with a counsil notice outside. Me and Jzz wander around the outside trying to find a way in. Eventually  the back door is nearly off its hinges. With one swift Kick jazz boots it in the lower Right-Hand corner and so it flies off the hinges. We search the building and the Apartments seem pretty intact, only dirty. Several couches are on each levr with some knocked through walls. Its perfect for a gang, but that was the problem... We need A GANG!

November 29th 10:22AM.

Through early hours into the late morning me and Jazz had been clearing out our new Hangout. We managed to replace the couch in the lobby with a decent one aswell as a water fountain and a Punch-Bag. We sit on the couch.
"So this looks pretty decent you know. AND im not even feeling tired!" Jazz says
"Yeah man! but we seriously need some cats to roll with us" I reply sighing.

There is a sudden noise outside. Bottles can be heard smashing and vices raising. Some unkown gang wearing Yellow & Black Stripey Shirts were seen beating on some Men. Me and Jazz run into the fray guns blazing. I turn and Headbutt one of the gang members in the nose making it split. I push him back into some more and Jump forward twisting sidewards hitting them all as we tumble to the floor. One of the Men we were helping starts to stomp away and smashes one of their heads against the wall. Jazz grabs one arm and twists it. He boots him in the gut and pushes him into a fence which he goes through. The 3 other men who we were helping pick up the last remaining gang member and chuck him face first through a car window.
"Oh Sh*t!" Jazz says cringing away.

"Yo thanks for helping us you guys!" One of them says " You a Clique?"
"Yeah we are, but in all honesty we litrally started out this morning. We got a Hangout just round the corner, but theres only us two guys in it." I explain in a persuasive manner
" Hell F*ck it. We'l join you. We were looking for a gang to join anyway" He says " Im Spyder" He explain.
"Im Dud" The next oen says. He;s a big man atleast 6 ft 8 and heavily built.
"Tyson"
"Jak" Come thw two others standing behind him.

We show them our new hangout which they easily settle into. So last time i checked i was getting pounded on by some clowns, find an abandoned Building to live in AND start a gang... what crazy ass world do i live in?

[Dud]

Thanks a lot for your comment man, I'm here to return it.  8)

This is really good so far (and I'm not just saying that because some guy in it is called Dud.) 

Seriously though, I'm likin' this so far. As you probably know from my Saracens story, I do like the idea of taking a gang that people know nothing about and showing how the gang came to be. I mean, at least with the Saracens I had a bit of stuff from the game to go off, but the Easy Aces haven't even been recognised, so I look forward to what you do with this. Doing good so far, man, keep it up.

[papa arnold]

Two days after Spyder,Jak,Dud & Tyson joined us we were still sitting in the new hangout (which had been done up abit) thinking about what to do next. Tyson was on the Punching bag letting it have it. He was clearly the biggest out of us. Jak & Dud where sitting on two steel chairs next to a wooden crate playing cards. Me, Jazz & Spyder were talking.

"Okay guys. Both of you know your position. Jazz your WarCheif & Spyder your my scout. You guys i trust the most alright?" I explained
"Yeah sure thin WarLord" Spyder replies. Jazz just nods.
"Now, we seriously need 3 things. New Recruits. Some Colours AND a god damn fricken Name! anyone got any ideas?" I explain & Ask with Persistance in my voice
"Well if it counts towards anything. I always thought Leather vests look cool for a gang" Jazz says motioning a leather vest on himself
"Yeah me two really. A nice Green one. Dark Green" Spyder agree with him.
"Alright sorted. We use Green Leather Vests. Also red-headbands too." I comply. Finally the gangs coming together.
"ALRIGHT GUYS LETS MOVE OUT!" I shout. Suddenly all 5 boys jump to their feet and follow me.

We take to Kane street outside our hangout. There are two shops on this street. A Taylor shop and a Liquor Store. I put my hand out for them to wait as i enter the Taylor store packed with a Large Blade found in one of the Abandoned Apartments in our hangout. As i enter a small bell rings from the door which makes me jump. First time ive threatened someone at Knife Point to gai ncontrol of somthing. The man at counter. No older than 50 looks wearily at me. I pretend to browse through the racks until i find a Dark Green Leather Jacket. I Smile and suddenly lunge to the counter. Grabbing hold of the man collar i slam him against the counter by dragging him. I hold the knife by his neck and begin to talk
"Okay. Your now under the control of my Gang. We'l protect you from other gang invasions so long as you pay us. and those green jackets over there. ( I point) you make dozens of them each week as our gang grows. Right now we need Six okay?" I explain digging the tip of the Knife closer.
"Y-y-y-yeah. Please dont hurt me. Il pay you every week and supply the jackets." The man says almost crying. I say 'Good' quietley before walking over to the racks and picking out 6 Jackets.

I walk outside giving the guy a small reminded by showing the knife. I chuck everyone their jacket who immidietley put it on.
"How are people going to tell you as WarLord?" Dud asks
"Instead of all us having Red Head-Bands. Thats going to be my thing. You dig?" I reply. Dud nods straighteneding his Jacket.
"Lets get rolling!"

[papa arnold]

Me & the guys traveled up town towards Soho for a Burner competition. I took Jazz, Tyson & Spyder with me which left Dud back at the hangout looking out for things. I'd promised him we wouldnt be long, but who knows what we'l get up to. We exit the Train at Soho and take to the staires with the civilians moving out our way. I loved the menacing look we had going on. As we reached the street we stopped and had a look around. Tyson produced a bag that was around his waist. Inside was 4 can of black & green spray. Right opposite us was a large burner of a gang. It was designed as a Skull with a red background. The skull was wearing a top-hat and under it read the words 'Hi-Hats'.
"Yo Warlord...Aint that those guys that tried to waste us?" Jazz asked.
"Yeah. Keep on your guard men" I replied.

We arrive at the Burner compeition. The Mime Gang were situated on platforms above it keeping order. Several other gang swere around from all over the city. Some Gang from ChinaTown. The Electric Eliminators. The Moonrunners. The Satans Mothers. The Baseball Furies. The Warriors. All were there waiting for the Competition to start. We were walked in by a Mime wearing White rather than red. He lead us to a position by a Van to start off. Next to us was some guys dressed in normal street clothes. Probaby some UnAffiliated crew. Suddenly a man appeared from the building on the 3rd floor. He looks down at us gangs and Begins to talk.

" W-w-w-welcome Gangs of N-new Y-y-Yorks. I have C-c-Called you H-Hear for a-a B-b-urner C-competition. C-c-c-c-crackerJ-jack take o-o-ver." The Fat man explains. A man appears behind him. Much thinner and Also wearing a White outfit. The fat man disappears into the building laughing.
The gangs look around to eachother raising eyebrows.
"Now as my WarLord Chatterbox has explained. You are hear to tag up these walls. The Gang to do these specific burners will win a prize." The man explains. "You may start when the bell is rung"

After about a minute a bell rings. Gangs suddenly rush around. The closest one to us was on the van we were by. Tyson immidieteley begins to tag a burner. Although we dont have a name he was writing somthing.
"Ty' what are you writing?" I ask
" We're now called the Easy Aces" Tyson explains.
"Oh Nice Name. Talk about it later!" Jazz says hurrying him up. When he was done Jazz & Tyson move to the next Burner on a wall upon a ledge. One of The Baseball Furies run towards me holding a Baseball bat. He smirks and swings for me. I duck and the bat smashes the Van window. I punch him in the gut and shove him away kneeing him in the face. I catch up to Tyson & Jazz who have just finished the second burner out of 5.

After the third one was done. 2 Moonrunners dive straight towards us catching Spyder & Jazz off guard. Jazz starts punching away at the Moonrunner that tried to mount him catching him square in the jaw. Spyder struggles to get one off him. I run forward lunging my boot into the Moonrunners ribs. He rollss off clutching his side. I help Spyder up who darts left to protect Tyson who sprays the last section of the 4th Burner. He smiles before setting off on his last one which is high up on some Wooden Rafters. All the gangs clamer up towards it. The unlucky few are stuck on the 3rd or 4th one. Tyson grabs hold of a Warrior and yanks him off. His Cowboy Hat falls off as he searches for it.

He starts to tag the last burner and gets about half way through as the same Warriors slams Tyson head against the wall. He punches him in the face and Pushes him off the platform. Me, Jazz & Spyder all run to same position and catch him in his fall as we all tumble to the ground. We look up and the smallest Warrior with an Afro finishes off his Burner. We all curse and stamp around as the Mime Gang appear out of the Building.
"THE WINNERS : THE WARRRIORRSSSS!" He shouts.

Suddenly out of Nowhere about 100 Mimes appear through Doorways & The Main gate.
"YO WHATS GOING ON?" One of the Non-Affiliated Guys shout out.
"Yeah come on Wise Cracks speak up!" One of the Moonrunners speak up holding his jaw.
"Times up gentlemen. The Prize for The Warriors was having less Gangs to deal with. Which means that you guys will be dealt with." The Mime known as CrackerJack says laughing.

The rest of the Mimes surrounding us close in. The first Mime to start things off lunges a knife into a Gladiators kidney. He falls to his knee clutching his side as the Mime laughs. Suddenly they all burst forward taking us by surprise. Tyson Sprays an oncoming one in the face. He spears him to the ground. I grab Spyder who goes Beserk and lashes out. I hold in back and get my guys into a small cluster. I looks around to see guys from different gangs get wasted. The Furies swing left Right & center with teir bats but eventually get taken out by the largest Hi-Hats. The Moonrunners fight them off from a ledge by get a tonne of bricks & Bottle thrown at them from afar. The Gladiators finally give up & cower in the corner waiting to get wasted. The Eliminators try to get Wasted in style, but like everybody else they get wasted slow & Painfull. All i can see is the Warriors & The Non Affiliated Guys getting away. The Warriors were escaping along the rooftops inthe distance & The Non-Affiliates barge their way to the building where The Fat Man was.

"Okay Everybody follow me" I shout over the noise. We stick to the sides and enter the Main Building following the Non-Affiliates. They all feeze as we appear, but we hold up our hands in Peace.
"Yo who are you guys?" One of them asks.
"Im Jester, This is Jazz, Tyson & Spyder. We're the...Easy Aces" I explain.
"Cool. Im Russo. This is Dusty, Riley & Sarge." Russo explains
"You looking for a gang to join?" Jass asks.
"Hell yeah. You offering?" Dusty replies. We all nod. I smile and wave with my hand
"Alright Aces. Lets move out!" I say.

We silently stalk through the building were the Hi-Hats came from. Sureley this had to be near their hangout. Dusty & Tyson both carried Spray Cans & I told them to Mark any Burner they saw fit. I sent Spyder to scout the building for any Mimes. Within minutes he appears back to us.
"Their hangout is just behind this Building." Spyder explains.
"Time for a small assault to see what you guys can do" I explain motioning to the New Guys who were lead by Russo.

[Dud]

Thanks once again for you comment. 

Anyway, another good chapter, I'm really starting to see how this gang came together and look forward to both the attack on the Hi-Hats, and then wherever you take the Aces next.  8)

Also lookin' forward to seeing Jester get his revenge. 

[papa arnold]

Bwahaha. I gots A nice little twist in this story planned. Hope you'l enjoy!

[papa arnold]

We arrived outside the Hi-Hats Hangout. Most of their Soldiers were busy wasting the other gangs so a small assault shouldnt be a problem. We waited down an Alley behind some Bins for a clear passage. I motioned for Spyder to make a move. He jolted across the street and ducked behind a car. He looked up and around 2 Patrol Guards were standing there with Baseball bats. I nudged Riley who took off to meet up with Spyder. I could see them discussing somthing.

Finally they took to some grated staires. The Hi-Hats saw them and they walked forward to stop them. I could see a conversation goig on between them. The Hi-Hats obviously had told them where to go. Suddenly Riley lunged forward spearing the Guard by the waist. While the other Guard was distracted Spyder uppercutted him in the nose and slammed his face against the Steel Railings knocking him out. They both picked up a Baseball Bat each and waved for us to come over. Which we did.

We met up with the two. Sarge & Dusty took rear Guard, Russo & Riley got my flank, Spyder Scouted Things out while Tyson guarded me. We reached the main doors. The building was an old Art Gallery. The Paintings were destroyed and the place had been littered with the Fat Guy WarLord so called Art. Spyder opened the door slightly and slithered in. We all did this one by one and crept silently on the top floor weaving in and out of Statues and Art Exhibits. 1 More Guard was wondering around. I nodded to Riley to stepped forward out the Aisle and grabbed the Guard by the collar. He swung him round and bashed his head against a Statue which knocked him out. Riley took the Crowbar.

We moved out the Aisle and looked over the wooden railings. Some Hi-Hats had been wasted and the Fat Mna was sitting down holding his Ankle surrounded by his guards that were trying to treat him.
"F-F-F-***ing Wa-Warriors!" Chatterbox said.
Jazz turned to me and looked around.
"This place is Trashed. The Warriors were here!" He said anxious.
"Yeah that means they got away" Spyder added
"You know anything about these Warriors Scout?" i asked Spyder
"From Coney Island. Low on the Riffs Network, higher than us though" Spyder explained. I just nodded and motioned for us to carry on walking.

We reached the staires. Spyder who was scouting a head froze still. This made all of us Freeze. Suddenly voices were heard being raised. Spyder sprinted back to us accidently knocking over a Statue.
"Their coming Boss." He said Gulping after.
"Brace yourself Soldiers!" I said. Hopefully the 8 of us would be able to take them.

Suddenly out of nowhere more Hi-Hats appeared along with Chatterbox. 3 of them ran at us. Tyson pulled out a spray can and slammed it into ne of their heads. He pushed him away using his Can as a weapon. Jazz had intercepted an attack oncoming to me. He gave a stiff right hook but Scissor Kicking him square in the chest so hard that the Mime flies through the Wooden Railings down 20 feet to the ground floow landing on the wooden Floorboards. Jazz smirks shouting 'HOORAH' and carries on fighting. Riley & Dusty grab one by both arms. He both headbutt him square in the head and pushed him into another bundle of them. I swing Left snatching one in the back of the head. I knee him in the lower back and elbow him in the nose after turning him around.

After a while all of my Gys seem to be packed including me. I hold my Baseball Bat in had and swing catching on in the chest mid-Flight as he jumps fo me. He falls back clutching his ribs as i boot him in the face.
"TIME TO GET OUTTA HERE BOYS!" I shout. I grabs Jazz and pull him along. We eventually make it out the back way. and leg it down the street. We reach the Subway with them tailing us. As we take to the steps going down i turn and throw my Baseball Bat into the lead one catching his Ankles and tripping him down the staires. We manage to Get on the train and free away home.

[Dud]

Ah, nice use of the game there. Another nice chapter, the fight scenes were well done and everything, and well, I just look forward to the rest of the story. 

Hey, I gotta ask a question, (and it's not "Why are we running?" =P) Maybe I've missed this, but what's the Easy Aces' turf? Iunno if I've skimmed over it, but I was just wondering.

[papa arnold]

Oh right. Maybe i should be more clear on that.
Right now its Cobble Hill(Brooklyn) and their hangout is on 'Kane Street'
Here.

[papa arnold]

We arrive back to Hangout near 11PM. Our train journey dragged for ages. Tyson & Riley were asleep with Dusty & Jazz almost there. Sarge & Spyder were having a long boring conversation about sex. Me and Russo just sat there in silence watching people. In the Hangout Dud was sitting there next to three guys. He stood up when we entered.

"Warlord I got us some Recruits!" He says motioning to them,
"Yeah Dud, me to" I reply smiling. "This is Russo, Riley, Sarge & Dusty." I explain.
"Hey guys, this is Fitz & Shade" He replies.
"Hey guys welcome to the Easy Aces..." I welcome them.
"Easy Aces WarLord? NICE!" Dud says smiling. I forgot he hadnt been at the Competition. "Tell me what happened?"
"Well we came second, but for those who lost got their asses Kicked by that Mime Gang The Hi-Hats. Luckily me and these newbloods escaped but unfortunatley wound up in their Hangout were we had to brawl our way out" I explain keeping to as little detail. Dud didnt reply he just nodded and sat back down with Fitz & Shade.

In the mornings I took the new Bloods down to the Taylor shop. I lead them inside and the Shopkeeper greeted us wearily. He produced 6 more Green Leather Vest and gave them out.
"Money." I said simply. He reached into the Cash Register and pulled out $200. I took it in pleasure that it was our first Protection money. Just as we were about to leave the man turned to Radio on. It was the gang Pirate Radio.

"Well alright Babies. It seems that the Hi-Hats Tagging competition last night went oh so badly. Those guys The Warriors from Coney won it only to be chased around Soho by Chatterboz and the Mimes. The rest of the crews were beat down. So to pay homeage to the boys from. 'The Baseball Furies' 'The Moonrunner' 'The Gladiators' 'The Electric Eliminators' and 'The Satans Mothers' here a hit." The Women on the radio places a song on and it mellows the mood. out.

We leave the Shop and head up the street. Two Patrol cops walk by us watching us. The one in the lead mutters somthing down his Radio and two more cops appear out the alley. Fitz nudges me and i nod my head as the 4 seperated Cops watch us. Shade puts his balled fists into his Pocket. A small click can be heard as he looks towards the cop. It sounded like a Switch Blade being ready to spring. Dusty, Russo, Riley & Sarge break off from us as i tell them to across the street to make a Warparty. Fitz & Shade stay behind me. I lean back and lightly Elbow Shade as he suddenly draws his Knife by accident thinking i gave him the order to attack. The Cops all draw their Nightsticks and race towards us. I sigh loudly and push both my boys down an alley. Behind me as we disppears 3 cops follow on behind us.

We carry on running. Shade is faster and manages to hop a fence faster. Fitz being a Large guy takes longer and cannot hop it running. I stay behind Fitz to help him get over pushing him. He drops and suddenly i get slammed into the fence. I struggle as the Cop started to arrest me. Suddenly Shade drops down from the roofledge onto the cop slamming he knife into his neck. He kicks the cop taking out his knife and we both hop over the fence and start sprinting. The cop litrerally shouts down the Radio for backup as they chase after us.

We come to a car workshop. We weave around the cars before i finally grab my two guys and duck behind a Pick-Up Truck. I look around both side and the cops run straight past us. I sigh in relief and we creap away. Suddenly I trip and the cops notice us. They run straight for us with their nightsticks. Fitz clothesline an oncoming one and suddenly he gets Grabbed from behind. The downed one lunges his Nightstick into Fitz's Stomach. I use my leg to trip the cop up and i mount him pummeling his face. I grab his nightstick from the floor and slam it into his Temple knocking him out. Or Killing him The cop that Grabbed Fitz launches him across a car Bonnet. Fits slides to his feet feeling a little Cocky as he does this Movie Style trick. Luckily Russo, Sarge, Dusty & Riley appear. Dusty sprints forward and takes the cop from behind slamming his fist into the back of his head. Riley jumps and places both his knees on the cops Kidneys and slams him against the car. Russo grabs him by the collar and swings him around and headbutts him. Sarge gives him a Right, Followed by a Left straight into a Kick in the face from Shade and then a punch to the throat. Finally i grab Shades blade him the ground and jab it straight into the cops heart. He stumbles around before falling to his feet. Finally we could get away.

[papa arnold]

It has now been a Month since me & My buddy Jazz formed The Easy Aces. We were now at the 50 Member Mark and were still growing. Not two days ago i sent Riley, Fitz, Jazz & a Newblood named Walton out to a King Of The Hill tournament. We won luckily and apprently according to Fitz, Tyson carried our team all the way. I was proud of Tyson and gave him Rank of L.T. with Jazz & Russo next to him. My gang was slowly taking place and with our Turf stretching 8 blocks. We were going places.

"Damn Pansies!" Riley shouted from the corner of the Hangout. Me & Shade look up from our Card game in wonder
"What man?" Dusty asks finishing off a Pinball game
"You know that Clique The Orphans?" Riley asks
"Yeah...?" I reply.
"They said they marched down here and wasted us!" Riley explained motioning to the Radio.
"Those Lousy Faggots!" Tyson said slamming his fist on the table. "What we gonna do Warlord?"

I thought for a Moment thinking this over
"Okay. Tyson,Walton,Riley,Fitz & Dud grab your Jackets. Were heading up to Tremont." i explain. The boys i chosen follow me.

It was another 45 minutes before we reach Tremont. The place was a dump. We exit at the Subway and march our way through a small Park. Walton is on scout Duty. Tyson My WarCheif, Dud & Fitz on my Rear Guard & Riley my Writer. We were a good WarParty. As we simaltaneously travel through the park about 3 guys appear all wearing Green Tee-Shirts & Denim jeans. They suddenly freeze at our sight. The lead one nods and two of them disppear. He reaches into his pocket and waits for us.

"Who are you?" The man asks.
"Im Jester and we are The Easy Aces." I explain
" You shouldnt be here!" The man says trying to act Menacing
"and who says we shouldnt?" Tyson suddenly snaps. I lightly sigh before moving my eye back onto the guys.
"The Orphans that who..." He says clenchings his fists.
"Oh the gang that marched down to Cobble Hill and wasted us?" I say smirking.
"Bullcrap." The man replies
"Well according to the DJ thats what you faggots done." Dud says

The man looks agitated. All of a suddenly he bolts right sprinting across the field splatting mud everywhere. Riley & Dud who realize first take after him with me catching up. Fitz & Tyson being the biggest man follow behind this time purposly taking rear guard. The Orphans sprints down some steps out onto the street and Disappears. Dud & Riley stop barely Panting. I come up behind them quickly and behind me is Tyson & Fitz & Walton
"Where'd he go?" Tyson says balling his fists looking around.
"He's gone!" Fitz says slamming his fist against a sign.

All of us walk down the street ready for anything. Walton takes his scout duty and crosses the street with Fitz as he back-up trailing behind him. As a small sign i pat my Thigh twice to Motion for Rear Guards. Fitz & Riley take that position. Dud & Tyson grab my Flank as we walk the street. A clear Orphans Tag can be seen on a Garage wall. I nod to Walton across the street who start to Tag it with the Aces tag. As he finishes a Bottle comes flying out a buildig and smashes on the ground next to him. He freezes looking at the opposite building. Fitz slyly Crosses the street to Walton as they stand Firm. Tyson & Riley duck behind a Car and look at every open window in sight. Dud stays with me as we look around. Somthing comes flying out a window above me. This time a brick as it hits just beside Waltons head. This time Walton ducks behind a Car as does Fitz beside him.

A good few minutes pass before we wearily move. Walton & Fitz quickily cross the Road to join us. Tyson & Riley get up from behind the car and guard our Rear. Dud still stands beside me. Behind some Fog down the street voices can be heard. Some Footsteps are sounded and out of nowhere a Road Cone comes flying out of an Alley Hitting Riley in the side. Tyson holds him as he almost Doubles over. Suddenly people flood out from the Alleys beside us. Not many for a gang, but still enough to waste us If they wernt whimps.

Tyson grabs one by the collar and elbows his face. He headbutts him before shoving him away. He Clotheslines another a Boots one in the chest of an Oncoming one. Riley flips one over his head and stomps on his face. He turns and dodges a Swing by a Bat and punches him in the gut and knee's him in the face and gives a Right Hook to the temple. Walton & Dud grab one by the arms. They lfit him and slam him on a car bonnet. Walton kicks him in the groin and yanks him off the car by the feet slamming his head on the concrete. one of them runs at me, he goes for a swing but i dodge easily and slam my fist into his face. I head butt him before pushing him against a shop window and slamming the end of a Baseball bat in his Stomach.

The Fight seems to be edging off in our Favour. Suddenly 6 men appear all wearing the same as the others, but somehow clearly the WarLord and LT's. Tyson & Walton take my side as Fitz & Dud take care of one of the last ones. Dud looks at the men and grabs a Pipe before joining us.
"Your The Easy Aces right?" The man in the center asks.
"Yeah so what if we are?" choosing my words careful.
"I heard your a heavy set..." The man says smirking a little. His hair is wavey & Greasy. He is tall & Lanky, but not a fighter. His face is dirty and clothes barely washed. His teeth are plain yellow and his eyes black.

For a while we stare at eachother. The man clicks his fingers and his LT's close in on us. Perfect match. 6-On-6. Tyson takes the first one. He Punches him in the face and wth one hand lifts him by the collar and slams on the ground via a Chokeslam taking him out quickily. Dud ducks a swing of a Baseball bat and Slams his spare Fist into his face. He follows this with a Baseball Bat swipe to the forehead. Riley & Fitz jumps in with Simaltaneous Punching and then both Clunking their heads against eachother. Walton sprays one in the face. Green paint appears on his face as the Orphans tries to wipe it off, but before anything Walton slams the Spray Can on his head and then shoves him away. The Warlord looks at me and his LT's getting Hammered. He gulps and then takes off back down the street with the rest of his men behind him. Tyson & Dud start to run but i hold them back.
"Time to go home boys. Its enough for tonight."

[papa arnold]

We arrive back to the hangout with a surprise. Jazz was sitting there with Spyder talking to a man dressed in a brown patterened robe. He was black and short braided hair. Jazz stands up as he see's me and the boys come back
"Cops hit us" Tyson said going straight to the drinks cooler.
"Who's this?" I ask
"This is Ismael from The Gramercy Riffs" Jazz explains.

Ismael stands he was very tall.
"I come in peace and with word from my WarLord Cyrus."He explains.
"Thanks for coming. Im Jester the WarLord of this rabble" i reply smiling a little. Ismael laughs a little before we both sit.
"It seems your latest goings on have not gone by unoticed Jester." Ismael says
"What do you mean?"
"Well my two Bosses Cyrus & Masai were both very impressed that you managed to bop your way out of the Hi-Hats Turf AND Hangout! with only a handful of men" He explains.

For about 20 minutes Ismael carries on explaining. He finishes and stands up, he shake hands and  ilet two newblood show him the door.
"So whats going on?" Russo says
"Yeah come on WarLord Spill" Sarge says
"Well we're now officially on The Riffs Network of Gangs. Which is a great Result! and apprently in two days time Cyrus is holding a Meeting for all gangs on his network. Im only aloud to take 9 guys with no weapons and we must keep the truce." I explain

"Whoa. A General Truce?" Tyson asks. I simply Nod. " No Weapons?"He asks again. Again i nod.


The next two days flew by with excitement. I had spent hours choosing my 9 guys, but when it came down to it the ones who i was going to pick were obvious and simple. I gather my gang of 70 Strong and lined them on the street. They were all buzzing with excitment.
"Okay when i say your name you step forward and stand in a line. Jazz Tyson Russo Spyder Riley Fitz Dud Dusty and Shade. Now for your Positions. Jazz-WarCheif Tyson & Fitz-Muscle Spyder-Scout Riley & Dud-Rear Guard Dusty-Writer Shade-Scout Guard. You guys got that?" I get a series of nods back before we set off for this big Conclave

[papa arnold]

We exit the train near Van Courtland Park. All kinds of gangs were around us. Down the Carriage was The Baseball Furies who stood there in silence watching us. Two carriages down set The Boppers. Who wore Bright Purple Waist Coats and Pimp Hats. The station was silent apart from the noice of the Overhead Speaker giving directions to passengers. We enter the street and groups of other gangs appeared going into the park The Furies were ahead of us aware of us watching them. The Boppers where next to us with Mini-Pocket Radios playing some Funky Hip-Hop. An all Female group named The Lizzies literally danced and Fluttered their way into the park.

We were stopped at the gate. Tyson was edgy and always had his fists balled. 3 Riff guards searched us witch felt odd but necessary. We were okay'd so we traveled in, in a perfect single line weaving in and out of the other Gang Memebers. We passed The Hurricanes, The Turnbull ACs The Mongooses, The Van Courtland Rangers, Everyone until we found a perfect spot on a small bridge over looking a small River. Spyder hopped the railings and sat with his legs dangling, as did Riley. Tyson & Fitz lent very Cockily against the side. The rest of us just stood there.

A man rose on the platofmr in the middle. Everyone looked at him.
"CAN YOU COUNT SUCKERS?" He belted out
For about 5 more minutes he explained his dream. He wanted the Whole Network of Gangs in New York to unite under one banner. Lead by Him. To take over every single Borough in The Big Apple, to Tax the Crime Syndicated and even the Police. Basically we would run the city. We even outnumbered the Cops 5-1. Everything looked great

Cyrus had everyone here up in a massive cheer. Before it happened. A loud bang occured. Blood from Cyrus' back sprayed everywhere and he fell off the Podium down to the wooden panels below. Dead.

The Police arrive within minutes. The Floodlights whacked on as did the Police Sirens and Riot Cops flooded the Court. Thery came from behind us two running up the bridge towards us.
"GO GO GO GO GO" is shout to my guys. Riley & Spyder hop off the edge they were dangling from. Dud and Dusty do the same. By this time Russo & Shade had run the opposite way to the cops and met up with the others down below. Tyson & Fitz stood guard. An oncoming cop was struggling with a Turnbull AC. Tyson grabbed the cops from behind and knee'd him in the back. He turned him and pushed him over the edge of the bridge. The Turnbull looked at him.
"Thanks" He said before running off. Fitz climbed over the railings and hopped down to the edge. It was only about 8-9 Feet but your ankles would hurt. Tyson and i were last as we hopped together landing at the same time.

"Sh*t wheres Jazz?" I ask frantically.
"He not with us?" Russo said looking around.
"Come to think of it he wasnt standing with us either!" Dusty said.
"Sh*t" I said sighing

We ran for another few minutes around the park Riley & Spyder had plunged a Cop into the River and Tyson had mangled several of them, but mroe Riot Cops came by the second. Suddenly i noticed somthing in the corner of my eye. A small gap in the fence was hidden behind some bushes leading onto the street was there. I motion for the Aces to follow me. One by one them got on their back and shimmied under the gap. It was just big enough for Fitz and Tyson to sqeeze through.

We sprinted down the street. Cops who were by the Patrol cars all lined up on the street shouted at us and some Tailed. Spyder & Dusty sprinted ahead ducking into an Alley behind a Parking Lot. . Tyson stopped and launched his fist into the cops chest sending him back with awsome strength. We disappeared into the darkness of the alley

[papa arnold]

I cant remember exactly how log we sat there in that street, but how ever long it was and my bum was sore & numb. Tyson & Riley had perched themselves in a doorway out of the light. Fitz and Russo sat in between a Car and a wall that was in a drive way. Spyder and Shade were lent against a wall that entered a park looking out for Cops or other Gangs. The rest of them i knew where they were, but where keeping quiet.

Spyder suddenly perked up. He nudged at Shade who turned his head. They were on the corner of the street where i couldnt see. Spyder suddenly crossed the street a half-jogged to me. I looked up to see him standing above me. I slowly got up.
"What is it Spy'?" I asked. He hesitated before answering
" A Bus. Full of guys. Looks dangerous." He said im the simpliest details. I nodded.
"Go get Tyson & Fitz. Tell them to go to the corner." I explained. Spyder nodded and moved to were Tyson & Fitz were situated.

Within Seconds Tyson & Fitz appeared at my side. I chose them as they were my best fighters and could bargain with others easy with them. This would be the first time i would have to Reason with another Gang. Especially one so Heavily Packed out. Me, Tyson & Fitz moved to the corner of the street where the bus rolled past. Gently in the background i could hear my boys hiding themselves even more ready for a surprise attack.

The men on the bus where easily reckonisable. The Turnbull AC's. All were Skin-Head and wore Denim Jacket's & Jeans. All of them even the driver was Packed and stairing at me. The men sitting next to the driver Clicked his fingers and 5 guys from the Bus hopped out one by one. The leader and the one who clicked his fingers also got out. He was big, bigger than Tyson by all means, but Fat aswell. He would be a slow fighter.

I had to carefully weigh my options. If i got wasted here would my Boys stay in their hiding spaces to stay out of sight. Which i hoped they did. Or would they rush in to me Tyson & Fitz and try and save us. The big Turnbull stepped closer.

"What Clique is this?" He asked with a husky voice.
"Where the Easy Aces" I said confidently. He smirked before replying to me.
"You run this bunch of Jobbers?" He asked. I gulped silently, either he can see my Boys Hiding or he guessed i lead others.
"Yeah i do. Do you lead these Jobbers?" I said using his own words and looking at the menacing figures hanging out the bus. He grumbled.

A minute past before either of us spoke. My Aces had rose from their Hiding Spaces until they were visible which made the 'Bulls edgey. Suddenly out from nowhere a Long Metal pole slid out from his Sleeve, on the end of it was a large Metal Ball with several Spikes on it.
"You know the truce is off right?" He asked.
"Yeah i figured as much" i Replied. He grumbled under his breath and took a step back looking at his men.

Out of nowhere he turned and Swung slowly. Tyson noticed this and from my side he barged Taking the leader by Surprise knocking him against the Bus. Tyson slammed his fist in his face and his Knee in the Turnbull's Gut. Suddenly the men in the Bus Hoisted out. One smashed Tyson in the face and shoved him away. Within seconds The rest of my Easy Aces showed up at my side. It was about 20-9. Wouldnt be a good fight.

The fight started and with tremendous will power we started with an Efge of advantage. Riley & Dud were Teaming up and Dumped a Turnbull straight on his his Back on a Curb of the sidewalk. Tyson had two on the go. He kicks backwards thrusting his Foot into an oncoming AC. He then whipped around and heabutted another and then uppercutted his nose splitting it. The Leader swung Wildley he Grabbed Russo and lifted him against the buss. He slammed his elbow into the side of his head and chucked him aside. Russo looked at me and then suddenly Fainted at the sight of his bloody nose.

Another Minute of Fighting past and Russo, Fitz & Shade were down. Red flashing lights and Sirens where heard across the street. 2 Squad Cars Pulled up. The Turnbulls within seconds clambered back onto their bus and quickly sped off. The Police surrounded us with force. I dodged a swing from a Nightstick and speared the cop to the floor. Tyson had one against a garage and slammed his face against it. Russo was picked up from the floor and put in the back of a Squad Car. Fitz who was half-way to getting up. Instead he was thrown against a wall and Cuffed. Shade tried to run giving me a Motion that he would meet me at the Subway but upon he exit to the Park 3 More cops grabbed him and chucked him to the ground and went to cuff him.

I grab Dusty's Shoulder and push him forward. Riley & Dud followed along. Tyson was the last to leave the onslaught of Cops as he raced behind us. We disappeared into the Subway and hopped onto the train before the cops could get us.