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(Island of Medici)
Medici was a simple island, yet developed enough to have large cities and power plants scattered throughout the island. Up until very-recently, there had been…A lot of explosions on the island, and the citizens were sometimes worried about getting caught in the crossfire when a building or a bridge or a highly-explosive power plant blew up, but thankfully things seem to have died down after the tyrannical government had recently been overthrown…With extreme prejudice.
Rico Rodriguez sat back in a beach chair, looking out at the sea as the sun was starting to set over the horizon. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he took the time to enjoy the sunset, as most of his time until recently was made up of him blowing something up in an effort to free his home island of Medici from the iron grip of Di Ravello, the mad dictator that had been controlling the entire island for years. Rico had, only a few weeks ago, managed to overthrow the mad dictator and finally end his reign of terror. Liberating his home was something that Rico had wanted to do for a long time, and he jumped at the chance to do so when the opportunity arose after he had gained the combat experience needed to pull off half the crazy stunts he was required to pull off.
Still, after the dust settled, Rico was glad to have a bit of downtime. After the whole “deposing of the tyrannical dictator” thing, Rico felt that he was entitled to a bit of a vacation before heading off on another adventure of rebellion. He figured he may as well enjoy the downtime while he could, after all.
“Hey, Rico!” A cheerful voice called out.
Rico turned his head and saw his cousin, a semi-scrawny man named Mario, coming over with a couple of beer bottles. “You thirsty, cousin? I got some cold ones!” He said.
Rico gave a smirk. “Of course, Mario. You know me too well.” He chuckled.
Mario stopped about twenty feet away from Rico and held out one of the beers, almost expectantly. Rico lifted an eyebrow for a moment but gave a chuckle and held out a wrist, activating the mechanism attached to it and firing a cable out of it. With pinpoint accuracy, the cable struck the bottle in Mario’s hand, pulling it out of Mario’s grip and yanking it into Rico’s open palm.
Mario laughed as he continued walking towards his cousin. “I never get tired of seeing you do that, Rico!” He laughed.
“You know this technology isn’t meant for parlour tricks, Mario.” Rico playfully scolded.
“Eh, maybe. But you know how much I LOVE parlour tricks.” Mario joked back. “You think I can borrow that for my next party?”
Rico couldn’t help but give another laugh as the two of them clinked the necks of their bottles together. “The thought of you using the cable terrifies me far more than anything Di Ravello threw at me, Mario.” He said.
“Aw, you worry I’ll hurt myself?” Mario teased.
“Of course not. I’m just worried that you’ll bring a building down on someone innocent.”
The two cousins laughed as they poked fun at each other a few more times. Rico and Mario turned back to the sunset and watched the quiet scene for a few moments, enjoying the downtime as the only thing they could hear was the sounds of waves hitting the rocks of the islands instead of the explosions and bombshells.
…And then the familiar sound of a helicopter rotor.
Rico and Mario looked up and shielded their eyes as they watched a helicopter come into view from the direction of the sun, seemingly making its way towards them in a straight line. “Um…Mario, is that one of ours?” Rico asked as he stood up and eyed the helicopter suspiciously.
“No, Rico. We didn’t have any soldiers on patrol today. Not by helicopter, anyway.” Mario shook his head.
Rico narrowed his eyes as he watched the helicopter come in closer to the island, flying over the two cousins before coming to a fairly rough-looking landing just down the beach. The cousins watched cautiously as a figure got out of the helicopter and angrily set foot on the beach, revealing a rather dirty, unkempt man with balding hair. He held a baseball bat in one hand and Rico noticed an automatic rifle strapped to his back.
“Where’s Di Ravello?!” The man shouted as he stormed over. “I have a few words I want to say to him!”
Rico lifted an eyebrow and couldn’t help but chuckle. “My friend, you’re a bit late if you have a quarrel with Di Ravello. He’s long dead.” He said.
The man’s eye noticeably twitched. “Dead, you say?” He asked before muttering a few select curse words. “That weasel skimped out on his last payment and now I can’t even collect?!”
Rico’s face faltered. “Wait. Payment? What are you talking about?” He asked.
The man rotated his neck a few times. “Trevor Phillips. I’ve been shipping that Di Ravello shmuck millions of dollars worth of guns, ammo and planes over the last few years.” He said. “He’d been late in his payments lately and I’m not exactly going to let a four hundred-thousand dollar bill go unpaid!”
Trevor Phillips was a man of…Complicated priorities. He was never one to ask questions about where his supplies were going or what his clients did with them so long as he got paid for it. Trevor was always someone who people knew never to cross because he was already pretty unhinged, but Di Ravello was someone who thought of everyone who dealt with him as a pawn in a large game of chess, or a loose end that needed to be stomped out before it was used against him. The dictator had probably assumed that if he purposefully delayed paying Trevor, probably making sure to shortchange him a few times, thinking that he could assert authority over Trevor to make sure the gunrunner knew who was calling the shots.
Trevor, being Trevor, would obviously find out he’d been had and, rather than be forced into servitude like Di Ravello had been anticipating, Trevor had secretly been planning a warpath of his own to kill Di Ravello as painfully as possible, or at least beat him to the point of death to make sure that the dictator knew never to cross someone as dangerous as him and hold off on killing him until Trevor received his payment. As it turned out, Trevor was a little late regardless.
“You…You’ve been supplying that dictator with all the munitions he’d gotten?!” Mario asked incredulously. “Did…Did you not know what he’d been doing with them?!”
Trevor rolled his eyes. “Of course I did! You think I cared at the time? He paid way better than anyone else I’d been supplying!” He admitted. “He was a huge prick, but hey, he always paid. Until recently, that is. But now that he’s dead I can’t even collect! At least tell me where my shipments are so I can take them back, will you?!”
A shadow fell over Rico’s face. “Destroyed. I made sure I blew up everything Di Ravello used to oppress my home here.” He said. “I put the bullet in Di Ravello’s skull myself.”
Trevor narrowed his eyes and muttered a few more choice words. “So you’re the one that did it, huh? Well, I guess that leaves us with some complications, does it?” He sneered. “If you’re the reason I can’t collect from Di Ravello, I’m going to have to collect from YOU instead!”
“You’re the reason Di Ravello had the firepower he needed keep his control over Medici for as long as he did.” Rico said, stepping forward. “We have YOU to thank for the countless deaths in the rebellion and the many civilian casualties…”
“Look, I don’t have time for this. I was hoping that I could get you to fork over what I’m owed peacefully, but I don’t think that’s happening.” Trevor said.
“No. You won’t get a cent from us.” Rico said darkly. “You’ve already taken so much from us.”
Trevor scoffed. “You’re blaming ME for the sorry state of this island? He was already in power before I started supplying him!” He said. “All I want is what I’m owed!”
Trevor was sent tumbling backwards several feet, cursing a few more times for good measure, as Rico lowered his fist. “That is what you are ‘owed’, friend.” Rico said, eyes narrowed, as a burning rage coursed through his body. “You deserve FAR worse than that.”
Rico turned to look at Mario, who looked surprisingly-serious and was without the smile he was usually seen with. “Give him one for me.” He said before narrowing his eyes in hatred at Trevor. “…And another for Dimah.”
Trevor pushed himself to his feet, rubbed the blood off his jaw with his arm and narrowed his own eyes. “So you want to rumble, huh?! Fine! One way or another, I’m gonna make you pay up!” He roared as he held his bat with both hands and got into a stance.
“You brought this on yourself, you demon.” Rico snarled as he too got into a stance.
BRING OUT THE EXPLOSIVES, MICHAEL BAY!
Rico acted first, instantly firing a cable from his wrist mechanism. The cable shot through the air and attached itself to the unprepared Trevor’s chest. Rico pulled the cable back with all his might, yanking Trevor off his feet and pulling him towards his opponent. Once Trevor got close enough, Rico pulled a fist back and delivered an uppercut, knocking the psychopath into the air. Rico then leapt after him and delivered a flurry of airborne kicks to keep Trevor from attacking back while in midair.
Finishing off with a double-kick in midair, Rico sent Trevor face-first into the ground and landed on his feet a few feet away. Rico grabbed Trevor by the head and hauled him up, swinging a fist towards his stomach, but Trevor snapped to attention, swinging his bat and knocking Rico’s fist aside and making Rico let go of his head. Trevor quickly retaliated with a headbutt, knocking Rico back a couple of steps, and then swung his bat into the younger man’s stomach. Trevor pulled his bat into the air and swung down.
Grunting in annoyance, Rico held up his hands and caught Trevor’s bat, kicking him back while he was blocking Trevor’s attack and firing another cable into the older man’s chest, this time pulling himself closer to Trevor and delivering a flurry of punches when he got close enough. Trevor got his head knocked around a few times, but still managed to keep his composure enough to catch Rico’s fist and, seeing an opening, deliver a counter-blow to Rico’s face.
Now Trevor was on the offensive, delivering several furious blows to knock Rico around a bit. After a few blows, Trevor pulled his bat into view and angrily struck Rico with it several times, using the younger man as something to take out his various aggressions out on. Trevor hit Rico several times, not giving Rico a chance to counter or recover, and finally struck him enough times to cause Rico to collapse onto one knee. Trevor smirked and pulled his bat back, preparing to knock Rico’s head clean off.
Rico sprung to life, rolling to the side as Trevor’s bat swung at nothing but air, causing Trevor to lose his balance slightly due to hitting nothing. Rico promptly fired another cable into Trevor’s back and, with all his might, yanked Trevor off his feet and slammed him into the sand in what looked like a cable-connected suplex. Rico followed this up by pulling again, lifting Trevor up and slamming him into the ground on Rico’s other side. Rico finally used the cable to start spinning in place, spinning Trevor like a ball-and-chain.
Releasing the cable, Rico sent Trevor flying back-first into the side of his own helicopter, which was parked at least thirty feet away from where the two were fighting. Trevor, now furious at his opponent and thinking of even-more ways to disembowel him, pushed himself to his feet and, back to the copter, pulled out his machine gun and started opening fire on Rico, firing a spread of bullets at the younger man.
Mario quickly out of dodge as Rico rolled to the side so that the bullets missed their target. Rico darted to the side as Trevor followed him, trying to catch up with the speedy man with the bullets but found that Rico was going too fast.
“COME ON! JUST DIE ALREADY!!” Trevor roared as he suddenly saw that the machine gun in his hands wasn’t shooting anything anymore, making him realize that he had spent the entire clip of ammo and didn’t even shoot Rico ONCE.
The instant he saw Trevor reach to swap his ammo clip for a new one, he made a beeline straight for the psychopath. Trevor slammed a new ammo clip into the end of his rifle but the instant he looked up he received a running punch to the face, making him fly backwards several feet. Rico quickly shot another cable into the airborne Trevor’s leg and, with another hard yank, pulled him straight into the beach’s sand, burying Trevor headfirst in the sand.
With Trevor stuck in the sand, Rico approached him, cracking his knuckles and preparing to haul his opponent up to continue the fight, but the instant Rico got close, Trevor pushed himself out of the sand feet-first, launching himself into the surprised Rico feet-first in a double-kick. Rico took the blow to the chest as he was knocked flat on his back in surprise, as Trevor shook the sand out of the little hair he had left, walking over to his downed form and standing over him with a smirk.
Pulling a foot into the air, Trevor began repeatedly stomping down on Rico’s torso, each time harder and with more anger-fueled force. It was clear that fighting Rico was beginning to put a strain on his already-loose sanity and Trevor was becoming more and more-deranged as the fight went on. Trevor pulled a foot into the air and prepared to stomp down on Rico’s chest with all his might, but Rico managed to catch his foot and, twisting it, forced Trevor off his remaining foot and causing him to land on his face. Rico quickly got up, his chest burning, and hauled Trevor to his feet to deliver some more punches to the face.
Grabbing Trevor by the shirt, Rico turned and hurled him over his shoulder with enough force that Trevor bounced off the ground slightly. Trevor rolled to the side as Rico slammed a foot down on the ground himself, where Trevor himself had just been, and got to his feet, but not before kicking Rico in the shin with enough force to cause the younger man to bend over and curse under his breath. Trevor, suddenly realizing he was still holding onto his machine gun, struck Rico across the face with it a couple times.
The next thing Rico knew, Trevor had pressed the barrel of his gun against his temple and grinning maniacally. “Let’s see you dodge THIS one!” He snarled as he pulled the trigger.
However, he hadn’t counted on Rico swinging an arm up and knocking the rifle away from his head as Trevor pulled the trigger, sending a few shots flying wild and striking the side of Trevor’s helicopter. Trevor grunted as he quickly regained his composure and struck Rico with the gun again, making him stagger backwards a bit.
Taking advantage of Rico’s disorientation, Trevor leapt at his opponent, grabbed him by the shirt and spun around, throwing him against the front of the helicopter. Trevor proceeded to grab Rico at close range and punched him several more times to keep the younger man from regaining his senses. Trevor assaulted Rico’s face with punches and headbutts for several seconds, refusing to give his opponent an inch because he saw what he could do with the cable mechanism if given the chance.
A light went on in Trevor’s head as he quickly grabbed at Rico’s wrist mechanism in an attempt to pry it off and turn it against him. However, in doing so, and finding that the mechanism refused to come off, Trevor had taken his attention off of Rico and this gave the younger man the time he needed to regain his senses. Rico, seeing what Trevor was trying to do, punched Trevor at close range and knocked the psychopath away from him. As Trevor staggered back, Rico charged him, tackling him to the ground.
On top of Trevor, Rico punched him several times, but it seemed like it was doing little to actually faze the madman. Perhaps it was the anger clouding his vision and numbing the pain, but Rico didn’t have the time to dwell on it. Rico stood up, shot a cable into Trevor’s chest and hurled him into the air, letting him fall down on his own. Once Trevor got close enough, Rico jumped into the air and drop-kicked the madman, sending Trevor flying back so hard that he crashed through the front window of his own helicopter, landing perfectly in the driver’s seat.
Rico quickly looked at his wrist mechanism and started fiddling with it to make sure Trevor didn’t actually do any damage to it. Satisfied that it was still functioning, Rico looked up to continue the fight, only to freeze. Rico’s mouth fell open as he looked up at the helicopter that was now flying in the air and baring down at him, twin gattling guns aimed directly at him.
And a severely-ticked-off looking Trevor Phillips at the helm.
“DIE, ALREADY!!” Trevor screamed as he fired the twin gattling guns and made a run at Rico in his helicopter, his eyes flaring up in deranged, anger-fueled insanity.
Rico quickly turned around and started running down the beach as the bullets Trevor was raining down on him from above struck the sand on either side, making it look like a scene out of an action movie. Rico noticed that the bullet line was starting to move to the left, so he rolled to the side and allowed the bullets to move with him, keeping himself untouched as he continued to run down the beach.
Rico glanced upwards at Trevor’s helicopter and appeared to be eyeing up the angle and distance it was from him. Suddenly, Trevor spun around as he ran and fired a cable up to the helicopter, latching onto it with excellent accuracy. Rico reeled in the line, pulling himself up to the helicopter in a matter of seconds as Trevor continued to try and shoot him from the helicopter’s guns that were now no longer lined up with Rico.
Suddenly, the instant Rico latched onto the helicopter, he swung himself into the cockpit and landed a flying kick to Trevor’s face as he was coming in. Trevor swore violently as he lashed out at Rico again, letting go of the helicopter’s controls as he did. He grabbed Rico’s head and struck it against the helicopter’s dashboard a couple of times before quickly grabbing the controls of the helicopter again when he saw that it was starting to spin out of control. Rico recovered from the attack and punched at Trevor a few times in retaliation.
Trevor caught Rico’s fist with one hand, using the other hand to keep control of the helicopter, and shoved Rico backwards, trying to knock him out of the helicopter entirely. Trevor managed to keep his balance and prevented himself from getting pushed out.
“How many times do I have to KILL YOU?!” Trevor screamed.
Mario watched from the beach as the helicopter started spinning out of control again, showing that Trevor had let go of the controls. In the cockpit, the enraged man had jumped onto Rico and wrapped both hands around his neck with a psychotic look in his eyes. Rico grunted in annoyance as he bent his leg in and kicked Trevor off of him, nearly knocking Trevor out of the helicopter himself.
Trevor grabbed hold of the controls again and gave them a hard turn, turning the entire helicopter on its side in an attempt to drop Rico out of it completely. Rico tried to keep himself in the helicopter, but fell out instead as Trevor quickly realigned the helicopter again. Rico, on the other hand, lashed out another cable in midair, snagging the bottom of the helicopter and reeling himself up to it again in midair. As Trevor felt the impact of Rico attaching himself to the bottom of the helicopter, Rico pulled something from his pocket.
Rico stuck the object in his hand to the bottom of Trevor’s helicopter.
Trevor looked around frantically in the cockpit, wondering what Rico was doing.
Rico detached himself from the helicopter and started falling back to Earth.
Trevor looked out the broken window and saw Rico falling, giving him a taunting salute.
Trevor suddenly saw the detonator in Rico’s other hand…
…Which Rico pressed.
Before Trevor even had the chance to curse Rico’s existence or fire off a final swearword, his cockpit exploded around him, igniting the entire helicopter in a ball of fire. Debris from the explosion shot in all directions, and it was clear that Trevor wasn’t getting up from this one.
His job done, Rico turned around in midair and activated his wingsuit, gliding down to the ground safely and landing on his feet. Mario saw him land and came running over, laughing and cheering.
“Rico! That was awesome! Oh, I never tire of seeing that already, but seeing you pull it off that spectacularly made it even better somehow!” Mario cheered.
“Mario, stay back!” Rico ordered as he ran towards his cousin, and Mario suddenly remembered that the helicopter still had debris raining down from above.
As Rico ran off the beach, pieces of Trevor’s helicopter hit the sand around the cousins and the helicopter’s blade ended up embedding it in the sand just down the beach. Once everything had finished raining down on the sand, Rico looked around at the beach and gave a sigh.
“I was hoping there would be no more cleaning up to do after Di Ravello.” Rico lamented. “Our favourite beach on the island and it gets…Completely torn apart like this.”
“Rico, it can be fixed. Don’t worry.” Mario assured. “Besides, what you did…Do you not think you did what needed to be done?”
Rico folded his arms and lifted an eyebrow. “Of course. It was clear Di Ravello wasn’t the only dangerous man he was helping.” He reasoned.
Mario grinned. “Then why do you sound so mopey, eh?” He asked. “Cleaning up the beach. It’ll take…What, a couple hours tops if we get a few of the rebels to help out? Come on, you just destroyed another of Di Ravello’s cohorts, and he was completely unrepentant in it, too!”
Rico couldn’t help but give a light smirk. “Yes, I suppose I did.” He said.
“And did it feel good?”
Rico’s grin got noticeably bigger. “Oooh, yes. It felt GOOD.” He said.
“That’s all I wanted to hear, Rico! Now come on. Let me just get on the phone and I’ll let the cleanup crew know that there’s an extra helicopter wreckage they can take apart for scrap, eh?”
Rico gave a nod and followed Mario off the beach as Mario reached into his pocket for his cell phone to start the cleanup of the area. However, as Rico was walking away, he didn’t notice that he was being watched. Far away, across the island and hiding on top of a cliff, was a man peering through a set of high-tech binoculars: A man with dreadlocks and a noticeable, very-large, robotic arm.
“Hmm…He definitely looks like the dangerous type…” The dreadlocked man muttered to himself. “He took down a fully-armed helicopter by himself using nothing but his fists and a cable…”
The man paused for a moment. “…No, I don’t see an immediate threat.” He continued, showing that he had an earpiece and was talking into it. “…I understand. I’ll continue to monitor him…”
With that, the man turned off his communication and continued to watch. “You’re an interesting man, Rico Rodriguez…” He muttered.
This melee’s winner is…