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#Post#: 4421--------------------------------------------------
Blood of the Hounds
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: February 9, 2012, 5:33 am
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"March 1st 1980, The Crusaders and Phantoms fight, 2 Civilians
are murdered and 1 from each club are killed.
April 2nd, The Hounds defend an attack by the Phantoms, 2
Phantoms and a Hound are killed
April 21st, 2 Raiders attack an Outcast and his girlfriend, both
Raiders are shot to death and the Outcast and his Girlfriend die
in hospital the next day.
July 14th, The Crusaders kill 2 Blood Moons with base ball bats.
August 1st, A Hound and his friend are found dead, the Outcasts
were suspected.
August 17th, A brawl erupts between a concert going crowd and
the Phantoms; a biker gang placed as security.
August 21st, a fight break outs between the Blood Moons and the
Outcasts 4 bikers are killed and an innocent pregnant woman is
murdered.
September 12th, 9 members of the Raiders unload various pistols
through the windows of a strip club, 2 rival bikers, 3 patrons
and dancer were all killed, many more were wounded.
September 21st, 5 members of the Hounds ambush 3 members of the
Raiders and beat them to death in retaliation.
30th September, 3 Members of the Royal Crusaders were killed in
a quarry and their girlfriends were raped. The Blood Moons were
suspected.
October 21st, 20 members of the Royal Crusaders engage in a
fight Vietnam Veterans in a bar.
October 22nd, 7 Members of the Hounds kill 4 Royal Crusaders and
a bouncer who attempted to stop the fight, 1 Hound was killed in
the fight.
November 12th, 15 Raiders execute 3 Blood moons by knife in an
alleyway.
November 14th, A 9 year old girl is killed an a Raider is
wounded by the Blood Moons.
November 20th, A police officer is killed, the Raiders and the
Outcasts were suspected. November 27th An off duty police
officer murders 3 Outcasts with a hunting rifle.
December 10th, A member of the Phantoms is thrown in front of a
Train.
December 15th, 2 Phantoms force 2 Hounds into an oncoming truck,
one is killed and the other is series injured and put into a
coma. December 19th, A Blood Moons girlfriend raped and
decapitated by 3 members of the Raiders.
December 20th, The Large brawl erupts between the Hounds and the
Outcasts, 3 from both clubs are killed. A member of the Royal
Crusaders blows up a Phantom controlled Bar, 7 people are
killed, only one is a Phantom.
December 31st, A truce is negotiated between the 6 clubs, ending
the violence. But people said it wouldn't last."
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NAME - PATCH - HOME - FROM
Hounds - A Bearded Dog wearing Biker clothes (Fred) - Nomadic -
East River Neighborhoods
Royal Crusaders - A Bloody Crown - Nomadic - Northern Suburbs
Raiders - A Skeleton with a Mohawk, Balaclava and Bag of Loot
(Hawk) - Nomadic - Green Field
Phantoms - A Ghostly Biker - Nomadic - The Steps
Blood Moons - A Blood Stained Moon, wearing an Indian head Dress
- Nomadic - South Side
Outcasts - A Demon with wheels and chains wrapped around him
(Rattle) - Nomadic - West Center
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A town of 110,000 people, with unplanned streets, housing blocks
and industrial areas, the town differs greatly in its
inhabitants and areas, old crumbling government housing next
door to 3 story mansions. Factories next door shopping malls and
tuck yards near the schools. This town is Charleston (Don' know
if it's a real town or not) and from 1970 to 1980 bikers gang
fought over every bit of turf and crime and industry that came
with it.
In 10 Years over 400 people died from the bikers wars, The Clubs
that started it were the Warriors, The Phantoms, the Hounds and
Gypsies and Road Mafia. Over the Years, the Warriors fell, the
Phantoms fell and restarted. The Gypsies were demolished and
most joined the Hounds whom were mutual with. The Road mafia was
the last of the Originals to fall in 1979. Others that started
and didn't fall Raiders, the Blood Moons, the Outcasts and the
Royal Crusaders. Those that started and fell were the Vikings,
the Steel Horsemen and the Road warriors, built out of a Civil
war in the Road Mafia after they're allies the Warriors fell.
On the Last day of 1980 a truce was formed and streets went
quiet again, many old bikers joined the some of the current
gangs but most just settled down and remember the good times,
when they were riding and fighting along side their brothers.
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New Years Riot
December 31st 1980
Thousands of people gathered at the Charleston Show Ground, a
local band playing songs or them being blasted over the speaker
system, bike and car races taking place, a show of hot rods and
carnival equipment for the kids. All of the clubs were separated
because tensions between the clubs were extremely high.
As the night went on the Raiders got more and more agitated they
were put away from all the good events and the Phantoms got a
spot right between the bike show and beer tent. The Raiders
upset at the disrespect shown to them armed up and marched
towards the Phantoms. Knifes, Chains, Planks, Crowbars, Brass
Knuckles and pipes were among the weapons they were carrying.
"Big Ben, the Raiders are coming to fight" A prospect said to
the Phantoms president after running to him when he spotted
them. "How do you know?" he asked calmly. "They're carrying
knifes, chains and pipes" The Prospect said. "Arm up Phantoms"
Big Ben shouted at his gang and all started making weapons out
whatever they could find.
They confronted each other and Big Ben came to head of his club
and stood their with a wooden plank in his hand, the leader of
the Raiders come forward holding a machete. "Whats you're
problem" Big Ben asked showing no sign of fear or intimidation.
"How come you got a better spot than us!" Chrome Dome yelled.
The Blood Moons spotted this and decided they would go and join
in the fight, the crowd parted and all civilians got out of the
way because they all knew what was coming. "Well it's because we
are just better than you" Big Ben said to Chrome Dome. Then the
Blood Moons showed forming a triangle of Motorcycle clubs. "Oh
look it's the wannabee Indians, how about you fuck balls go and
fuck a horse" Chrome Dome snapped at Tiny Chief, despite Tiny
Chief being 6ft 9 a full foot taller than Chrome Dome.
As Tiny Chief, Chrome Dome and Big Ben came to face in a small
Triangle, Hot Rodney lead the Outcasts charging into the
confrontation and starting the fight between the four gangs, The
wildest of the clubs, the Hounds spotted the fight and all
charged in, unarmed, jumping and tackling whoever they could and
the Royal Crusaders were the last to join and ran in all very
well armed.
Fists flew, chains whipped, planks splintered, knifes slashed
and pipes banged the 6 Motorcycle Clubs beat each other to a
bloody pulp, The first to die was a Royal Crusader when a
machete cut his spinal cord at the base of his neck. More and
More died from each club, The fight had over 350 fearless bikers
involved. Tiny Chief was thrown over the bar by 2 Hounds, he got
up and smashed one with a whiskey bottle and slammed the other
into the bottle covered shelves at the back of the bar.
A Raider ducked a swing from a lead pipe but nearly had his arm
cut off by a chop from a Machete. A Phantom got his throat slit
by Chrome Dome. The leader of the Royal Crusaders: Jewels beat a
Hound to death with a chain but was then punched to death by
another member of the Hounds. A bar Stool was broken over Blood
moons head and an trash can lid was thrown into the face of an
Outcast running to tackle a Royal Crusader.
A hound jumped off the roof of wooden kiosk being used as a bar
and took down 20 other bikes when he landed in the middle of a
group. Big Ben had his face cut up by a car window his head was
put through by an Outcast. The Hound that had killed Jewels was
thrown through a thick wooden wall by 12 Royal Crusaders. A
Blood Moon stabbed a Raider 8 times in the chest but then had
his brain exposed by a nail filled baseball bat, an Outcast was
shot in the chest by a Phantom, then that Phantom had his arm
broken and the gun smashed a Blood Moon with a lead pipe, a
table from the tent next to the bar/kiosk was thrown across the
crowd and smashed over 2 Hound carrying an Outcast to throw him
at a group of other bikers.
A Hound tackled a Blood moon through the opposite wall to which
he was just thrown through and ripped through the side of the
tent, An Outcast tried to tackle a Phantom but he moved and a
corner post to the tent was knocked over and the tent collapsed
with about 20 bikes under it, but continued to fight even though
they were stuck under a collapsed tent. 4 Hounds grabbed one
edge of the tent and dragged it, toppling all the bikers
underneath over.
After a ten minute fight, the police arrived started gaining
ordered, shooting in the air, getting in the middle of the fight
and separating everybody by the patch they wear. As they were
separated by the police officers and show security number close
to 600, the Bikers were still trying to get at each other and
now the shouts and threats were clearer than the bikers were in
a large group.
The fire works were released as usual to signify the new year,
while it was celebrated by some, most were thinking about what
had transpired and what would most likely happen to their town
because of it. 13 bikers were dead, 82 are badly injured and
only 24 got away without some sort of wound.
"Today's headline: Last Night the 6 local Motorcycle Clubs
engaged in a riot at the traditional New Years Eve Celebration,
a big surprise to the community as the clubs have been at peace
for almost 5 years after the decade long gang war that claimed
over 400 lives. 13 people died at the scene, 2 members from the
oldest club in the town, the Hounds, 2 From the newest gang, the
Royal Crusaders, 3 from the two most notorious and the two clubs
that started the riot, the Raider and Phantoms, The Blood Moons
also suffered 2 loses and the Outcasts only lost one member. We
asked around the event and streets this morning for the local
communities view. Most were just happy nobody innocent was
killed this time".
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Please tell me what you guys think about this, I'll be going
into more details about the town and I will actually follow a
few characters in the story and if you have any suggestions
please tell me.
A Few Notes: Imagine this more as a TV show than a story, I will
include soundtracks and most fight scenes will be written how I
have done it there. (Pointing out some of the things that
happened during the fight).
I haven't decided on a title yet.
#Post#: 4429--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bikes, Booze and Babes (Temporary Title)
DIR By: Wetbizket
Date: February 9, 2012, 4:14 pm
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I'm interested to see how this story will go, so next chapter I
will let you know what I think! 8)
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Re: Bikes, Booze and Babes (Temporary Title)
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: February 12, 2012, 5:55 am
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I am running out of names and Nicknames, I've been ringing my
mates and trying to get ideas from them, they're getting sick of
me.
Gary "Crash" Tucker
1st January 1985
Crash sat on his bike in the main street of Charleston, Jury sat
on his own bike next to him and Brown sat on the other side of
him, Tug Boat was at a near by phone box and Ball Peen was in
the milk bar behind them getting lunch for everyone, as one of
his jobs as a prospect.
Crash grow up on a farm, but didn't like it or the idea of
living a farm for the rest of his life, so he left it to his
brothers and sisters and joined the army went off to fight in
Vietnam during 1971, he was only 18 at the time, because of his
size and average accuracy, they gave him an M60 so he didn't
actually have to hit anything all he had to do was fire in the
direction of an enemy. He gained his nickname when he threw
himself through a door to avoid a grenade explosion. That was
the same battle he got the first of 10 confirmed kills, he
reckons he got more. He was wounded on two occasions when a
bullet hit him in the left ankle, once it healed he had a small
limp but he still wanted to fight and later on he was hit in the
stomach and once he healed up he seen action once more before he
was sent home. When he arrived home everyone hated him and his
fellow soldiers especially anybody that volunteered to go and
fight. He only put up with it for a couple months before he
joined the Hounds and he automatically felt accepted, he killed
a Phantom in 1973 and became the Sgt at Arms for the club in
1981 when the Original couldn't do it anymore because of an
accident. He killed the Royal Crusaders president the on New
Years eve.
Crash is 6ft 3 and has a shoulder length messy hair, a neatly
kept beard and, he wears a Denim cut off jacket with the clubs
rockers and patch on the back and he rides a 1980 Shovel head
Harley Davidson.
"Crash, Father Hound wants everybody at the Strip Joint for a
meeting" Tugboat said walking away from the phone box. "Alright,
I'll meet up with you's later" Crash said in his Gravely voice
and kicked his bike over, he revved it and roared out of the
spot and down the street, shaking windows as he rode past, a
little Italian man came out of his store and yelled because the
stuff on display in front window had fallen down. He turned and
saw Jury, Brown and Tugboat standing their silently. He quickly
went back inside his store.
The Shovel head roared as it carried Crash to his destination,
he pulled into the parking lot outside the popular Strip Club
called the Strip Joint and left his bike with the 6 others under
the protection of 2 prospects armed with lead pipes. He walked
inside and was escorted into a private room in the back, where
the other ranked members were waiting. He walked in and quickly
took his seat and looked around the table. The founder and first
and current President, Father Hound, his V.P Swinger, his
Treasurer Ringer, the Road Captain Burns, Warlord Road Runner
and the Secretary, Iron.
"I'm pretty sure we all know what happened last night and that's
why I called you all here" Father Hound said while slowly
looking around the table.
"Look, the Crusaders, the Phantoms and the Raiders are all
pretty pissed off at us and well the truce is gone, so just arm
up, tell everybody to arm up, travel together. That sort of
thing, you all remember the 70's" Father Hound explained.
"Now, there are a few things I want everybody to look after, our
trades, our money streams, keep them safe and if this war does
kick off, then maybe we should expand" Father Hound added.
"Swinger I want you keeping an eye of our Pot deals, expand
them, but don't go to anything harder, because that's when the
pigs start getting wise". FH ordered. "Alright, I'll get some
guys out to the dealers and let them know the deal" Swinger
said.
"Ringer you're going to handle the Prostitution and the
Pornography ring, keep it and protect it, don't expand unless
it's necessary". Ringer nodded
"Road Runner look after you're extortion ring. Burns keep that
Export thing going that brings in a lot of cash, Crash hows that
Bootlegging thing coming along?" Father hound asked.
"I need to tweak a few details because of the new threat but
almost of the ground" Crash said. "Alright, that's all" Father
Hound said. The Hounds got up and left the strip club. Crash got
on his bike and took off leaving tire marks on the parking
space. As he rode down the street, going back to the Milk Bar in
the Main Street, a bike caught up to him and rode along side
him. He looked over and saw a Crusader with a chain in his left
hand.
He swung it at Crash, Crash swerved away and then swerved back
into him, they're legs clashed and they almost crashed, the RC
swung the chain once again, Crash caught, every bone in his body
aching from going through the wall last night. They fought over
the chain, while navigating the streets of Charleston. They sped
towards an island outside a school for the kids crossing the
road, one was going either way and neither wanted to let go.
#Post#: 4454--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bikes, Booze and Babes (Temporary Title)
DIR By: Wetbizket
Date: February 12, 2012, 1:24 pm
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:o
haha, there's only so many biker nicknames out there lol, but
their still good! I like the way how your telling the story, its
different!
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Re: Bikes, Booze and Babes (Temporary Title)
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: February 14, 2012, 6:36 am
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Thanks Wetbizket.
Did you go to War?
1st January 1985
Crash pulled the chain and let go, the Crusader swerved in and
then went around the crossing island, he moved in closer to
Crash and swung the chain again, but crashed moved and the chain
only just clipped the stitches in his head and tore a couple
out, letting blood trickle from his head. The Crusader brought
the chain back and swung it again while blood was leaking into
Crashes eye. Crash hit the brakes and jolted and the chain
missed him completely.
Crash caught up to the Crusader who slowed down so he get close
to Crash again, the Crusader swung the chain again and Crash
grabbed at it and missed and the chain slung right around and
hit the Crusader above the eye, cutting him just enough to let
blood flow. Another swing and this time Crash caught it and
pulled on it, the Crusader, not expecting that to happen, almost
got pulled off his bike.
Crashed wrapped the chain around his hand and tugged on it as he
veered around a corner, the Crusader not being as strong as
Crash had to no choice but to follow him or he would lose his
arm as the chain was wrapped around his hand as well. As they
rounded the corner completely, the driver a big silver sedan
blew the horn at them, Crash dodged it and let go of the chain
as the Crusader hit and flipped over the handlebars and bounced
off the hood, off the windscreen and flew off the side of the
car and landed hard on his left arm.
The Shovelhead came to screeching stop, Crash got off and
reached into a cut in the back seat and pulled an M1911 from the
foam under the leather cover of the seat. The bank owner who was
driving the car got out with blood pouring from his nose where
it hit the steering wheel and started yelling at Crash.
"Hey you Grease Ball fuck! You wrecked my car what were you
doing who piece of shit cunt!" He screamed at Crash.
Crash raised his pistol at the bank owner, "Get in ya cage and
drive away or I'll waste you like a gook right now" Crash
threatened. The Banker was quick to climb in his Sedan and drive
away, bumper scrapping on the ground as he did.
Crash walked over to the Crusader lying on the ground riving in
pain, blood trickling from his forehead, his left arm dislocated
from his shoulder and broken bone stretching the skin on his
elbow and road rash showing through his ripped clothes. Crash
pointed the shiny pistol at the Crusader and demanded his
attention.
"How old are you?" Crash asked calmly.
"33" The Crusader answered still grasping at his left shoulder.
"No shit, what's your birthday?" He asked calmly once again.
"May 12th" The Crusader answered, confused as to why he was
asking these questions but in to much pain to care. A car drove
past them, the parents inside acting like nothing was happening
and the kids staring at the gun.
"Funny that, I knew in guy in my squad who was born on the 12th
of May, a Sergeant like me, who was conscripted, he was 19. He
was blown up by a booby trap, lost both legs, didn't bitch about
half as much as you" Crash said insulting the injured Crusader.
"And?" The Crusader asked.
"Well where were you when you were suppose to shipped out?"
Crashed asked still calm.
"I was in Canada" The Crusader said.
"Ah, so you're tough enough to join a club, but to scared to
fight for you're country. You are pathetic, maggots are higher
on the food chain than you" Crash said and then when the
Crusader was looking at him, now feeling worse, the pistol was
smacked across his cheek, fracturing his jaw.
He screamed in pain and then Crashed kicked his broken elbow,
causing him to scream louder.
"When you can talk again, tell all you're draft dodging pussies
you call a club, who done this to you and tell them, I'll kill
the next one who comes after anybody in the Hounds" Crash
threatened while crouching next to Crusader who was trying to
hold back tears of pain. rash stood up and put 3 bullets in the
bottom end of the Harley Motor and then walked back to his bike,
slipped the pistol back in it's hiding spot and rode away, while
some bystanders came to help the Crusader.
Crash rode back to the Strip Joint where Father Hound and
Swinger were having a cigarette in the parking lot. Crashed
rolled up next to them and turned off the bike and looked at
them. "What?" Father Hound asked seeing Crash's face. "The war
is back on with" Crash said quietly.
"What?" Father Hound asked, "The War is back on, I was just
attacked by a Crusader" Crash said pointing the reopened wound
on his head.
"Shit" Father Hound said and went silent and looked at the
ground for a moment, "Swinger get everybody to the Flanagan, we
need to have a club meeting" Father Hound ordered as Swinger
left Father Hound came over to Crash and put his hand on Crash's
shoulder.
"Is there anybody else you can get to do the Bootlegging job?"
He asked.
"yeah Jury, Tugboat, Brown, they can do it, why?"
"You're my best soldier that's why you Sergeant at Arms, I need
you to help everybody else out, keep everyone on their toes and
organize some information for us, so we know what were going up
against" Father Hound said.
Crash was honored by this, but knew what he was in for as well.
"Alright, I'll um. Yeah I can do it" Crash said while nodding.
"Good because I don't think this will be over anytime soon"
Father Hound said and the patted him on the shoulder and walked
off. Crash reached into a small storage compartment on his bike
and pulled out a pair of Silver Aviators and put them on and
then kicked his bike over and rode away.
He rode towards Charles Junior Park, where he came across a
crime scene, he parked up and went over and joined the crowd
looking over the police tap, he got into the middle of the crowd
to blend in a little. He looked at the police examining the
scene, and then he looked as they checked the bodies. One was an
Outcast and the other 2 were Phantoms, one was holding a
Revolver, the others had blunt objects near by or in their
hands.
"I think there is a good chance, the Outcasts were responsible
and they didn't have enough time to get their fallen brother out
of here" One detective said to another and then looked at the
crowd, alright folks, enough staring, move along" The Detective
ordered. Crash rushed to his bike and rode slowly and quietly
away and then once he was far enough away he raced to The
Flanagan to tell Father Hound if he was there or when he
arrived.
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Re: Bikes, Booze and Babes (Temporary Title)
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: February 15, 2012, 7:46 pm
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It's On
1st January 1985
Crash greeted Father Hound and the oldest member of the club:
Ole Bill, at the door, "There was a fight at the park, the
Outcasts had a go at the Phantoms, one Outcast died and 2
Phantoms were killed" Crash explained. "Shit. That could be
personal, we'll wait and see if anything else happens before we
make a decision" Father Hound said and then went took a seat in
a booth with Ole Bill.
Crash got a few mugs and pitcher of beer and walked over to the
booth as well, Swinger joined them soon after with some
news."Father Hound" He said as he stood at the end of the table.
"A Crusader was shot off his bike, a Raider was thrown from a
second story window and Phantom was shot and killed outside one
of the Royal Crusaders homes" Swinger explained.
Father Hound looked at his main advisories, Ole Bill, Swinger
and Crash and sighed, "I think the war is back on" He said
quietly. "Let everyone show up first and then we'll decide what
to do" He said. "Oh yeah, I should probably tell you guys" Crash
said before Swinger left. Crash sighed and then spoke. "The
Crusaders president, Jewels, he killed Bazooka, so I killed him"
Crash admitted.
Father Hound had a blank look on his face, "Shit, they're gonna
want some payback aren't they" Swinger asked. "Yeah, you did the
right thing Crash, um. shit, everybody is going to have to watch
their back" Father Hound said.
After an hour of waiting, the entire club had poured in the bar,
so Father Hound climbed onto the bar and sat down, he looked at
all 53 other members and the 7 Prospects all packed into this
small bar. "Before I start, let's give a Moment silence for
Yellow Kevin and Bazooka" The Club went completely silent and
sat there with their eyes closed, no hats or sunglasses on.
After a minute Father Hound looked up and started speaking.
"Alright so as most of you already know now, fights have been
braking out all over town, so It's probably safe to assume to
the war is back on. I want everybody to keep an eye out all the
time and look for Royal Crusaders especially since, Crash killed
their President -" He was cut off by a roar off cheering for
Crash.
"Alright that'll do. Anyway, I want business to continue as
normal, so if you're looking for something to do, go and see
myself, Swinger, Crash, Ringer, Burns, Roadrunner Iron, or Jury
and Tugboat, they'll all have something for you to do. Anything
else?" Father Hound said with the entire club not even breathing
to loud.
"Yeah, um, I'm having a get together at my place tonight, if
ya'll wanna come?" Fryer said. "I'd just like to say also, I
just got a container of parts from the Rail yard, so if you want
something for your bike, come and see me at my garage, free of
charge, if you put it on yourself" Monkey said.
"Cool, anything else?" Father Hound asked and looked around as
did everybody else, nobody had anything to say. "Alright let's
go" Father Hound said and everybody slowly started leaving the
bar. Everybody went outside and started talking, then shots went
off, "Get down!" A member named Crow yelled. 7 Crusaders rode
past firing pistols at them. Some members got to their stashed
pistols on their bikes and started shooting back but the
Crusaders sped away.
"Is anybody hit?" Road Runner shouted, "Nope" yelled a few other
members at different times. "Bastards!" Crash yelled and went to
his bike, stashing his pistol again, Jury, Tugboat, Brown come'
on, Ball Peen you too" Crash ordered, they ran to the bikes and
followed Crash as he rode away from the scene, leaving the rest
of the Hounds wondering what was going on.
Crash lead the way on the Shovel head as they rode out of the
East River Neighbourhoods, through Charleston Village and into
the Northern Suburbs. Where they parked down the street from a
group of bikes outside a bar, they left the bikes and walked up
the road, Crash grabbed a baseball bat left on leaning against a
fence surrounding someones yard. Brown grabbed a full trash can
and carried it along, Tugboat tore a few palings of a fence and
gave one to Jury and Ball Peen took the Hammer from his belt.
They stopped outside the bar, Brown tipped the garbage from the
can all over the bikes and then threw it through the window and
kept the lid for a weapon. Then Crash kicked in the door and
walked in, followed by Jury, Tugboat, Brown and Ball Peen. The
Crusaders looked at weapon wielding wild men of the Hounds.
Then both clubs rushed each other, Tugboat broke his plank of
wood over a Crusader and then got kicked in the stomach, Ball
Peen smacked a guy in the stomach with his hammer, that broke
the head of it off. Crash swung the bat and sent a a Crusader
sailing over the bar, then a glass bottle hit him in the head,
opening the wound that had the stitches torn out of it earlier,
letting blood trickle out again.
A bar stool knocked Brown falt on his back with blood running
from his nose, Tugboat threw a Crusader at the window, but he
hit the wall and smashed the window, but didn't go through and
fell on the seal and then hit the ground again. Jury got thrown
through a table, and was about to get stabbed when Crash came to
rescue beating all 3 down with his bat.
Jury got up and hurled a half empty whiskey bottle across the
room and knocked a Crusader who was just getting up back on his
stomach. Brown picked a stool and through it at a Crusader
knocking him over a hand rail near the door. Then a Crusader
sprinted out the door and got on his bike, the Hounds chased him
leaving 7 beaten Crusaders in the bar.
They ran down the street chasing the fleeing Crusader, they
jumped on their bikes and chased him, Ball Peen raced ahead
seeing this as a great opportunity, he rode as hard as he could
and got next to him and then rammed him, braking the Crusader
leg with the weight of the Bike, then he back handed him a few
times until he fell off the bike and slid along the road.
The rest of the Hounds slowed down near the Crusader and got off
their and bikes and walked over to him, Ball Peen came back and
stopped and joined the other Hounds standing over the Injured
Crusader, he looked at them and noticed Crash was holding out
his gun. "This is you kill man" Crash said.
"No, can't one of you guys do it?" Ball Peen said, coming to
realization he couldn't kill anyone. "We've all killed people
this is yours man, if the tables were turned you think he would
hesitate?" Jury said.
"He won't do it he's a pussy" The Crusader yelled. "Shut up"
Yelled Brown and kicked him in the mouth.
Ball Peen took the pistol and looked at it. "Is it ready to go?"
he asked.
"Yeah just aim and pull the trigger" Crash said while nodding,
Ball Peen pointed the gun at the Crusaders head and tried to
pull the trigger, but couldn't.
"Look man, if it's guilt, don't worry about it, it's why most of
us veterans joined this club, because we listen and don't judge
when we need to talk about something, don't let this worry you"
Brown said. Ball Peen brought the pistol back up and aimed at
the Crusaders head and slowly pulled the trigger and a single
shot rang out and the Crusaders blood splattered on the ground.
"Alright let's go" Crash said, Ball Peen handed the pistol back
to Crash who stashed it again and then they all rode to Fryers
house, by this time it was very dark and they were riding with
lights on.
They turned up at Fryers large house, just a few blocks up the
road from the Garage/Service Station/Bar where Father Hound
started the Club, back when it was meant to be a club not a
gang. They parked their bikes outside and walked up the stairs
and noticed Ball Peen went and sat down on the small brick fence
outside the house and watched over the bikes like the other 6
Prospects were doing.
"What are you doing?" Crash asked.
"I'm a prospect, Prospects watch the bikes and work as security"
Ball Peen said.
"Nope, you come inside, you've earned it" Crash said.
"Really?" Ball Peen asked trying hide how happy he was.
"Yeah come in" Crash said.
The 5 Hounds walked into the house full of Hounds, women and
Hounds friends and Associates. They picked up Ball Peen on their
shoulders as they walked through the door and started cheering,
nobody had any idea what for, but they all joined in because if
a Prospect was getting praise they must have done something
good.
The Party went on after they stopped cheering for him, and the
Party really started to get going, "Hey Crash Bong Hit?" Shouted
Fryer from the kitchen where some people were sitting sharing a
Bong. "Na, I'm good" he yelled back and then walked over to the
living room and sat down in the corner and relaxed.
"hey babe, hows everything going?" Asked a friend of Crashes
named Katie.
"Ah, Today has been to fucking long" He said. She looked at him
with a sincere look and then licked her thump and ran it down
his forehead, cleaning the blood off, she then wiped it on his
jeans and cuddled up to him.
"Why had it been long?" She asked.
"This fucking war" Was all he said.
"Well want me to make you forget about all that?" She asked.
"Sure why not" Crash said, they embraced in a long kiss and then
Crash got up and carried kate to oen of the many rooms of Fryers
house (Hounds Main party house).
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All comments and Criticisms are welcome.
I just want feedback!
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Re: Bikes, Booze and Babes (Temporary Title)
DIR By: Wetbizket
Date: February 16, 2012, 8:53 pm
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Yeah yeah! I always love your fight scenes!!!!! I like the make
shift weapons and the description. Your doing a awesome job
depicting this war that is starting, I cant wait for more!!!! ;D
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Re: Bikes, Booze and Babes (Temporary Title)
DIR By: Gangstarr4
Date: February 20, 2012, 11:45 am
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I been reading every chapter to date.. Just Never got to
comment.. Good Movie You Got here..
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Re: Bikes, Booze and Babes (Temporary Title)
DIR By: Amaris
Date: February 20, 2012, 8:23 pm
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I'm loving this, I haven't commented on here much but this is
awesome, I can't wait for more. :D
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Re: Bikes, Booze and Babes (Temporary Title)
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: February 22, 2012, 11:12 pm
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Cheers guys, I'm going to try and read all of your stories soon.
Hot Industry
7th January 1985
Crash rode up to a large house on the side of the river and
parked the Shovel Head outside and strolled inside with a
cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He walked inside and found
Miss Bronte sitting in the Living room, now the lobby of her
business, she had a swollen eye and a bruised cheek.
"What happened to you?" Crash asked, after removing the
cigarette from his mouth.
"Some Fat European was trying to steal my actors, I went to talk
to him, he smacked me around" She explained.
"Stealing you're actors. Whats he doing?" Crash asked curiously.
"He's trying to take over all my business, taking my actors is
the first and easiest step" Miss Bronte explained.
"What do you want me to do?" Crash asked before taking another
puff on his cigarette.
"I don't know, I just want my actors and my slice of the
industry back" She said with a tear drop rolling down he cheek.
"I'll sort it" Crash said.
She didn't say a word, she just nodded.
Crash walked outside and got onto his bike and rode down to the
corner and used the pay phone and called up Fryers house.
"Hello?" Said the person who answered the phone.
"Andy?" Crash asked.
"No it's Fritz" Fritz corrected him.
"Alright, get some guys and meet me near Bronte Studios, bring
bats" Crash said.
"Alright" He said and before he hung up "Hey Boys get the bats,
we gotta smash something!" He yelled in his slightly German
accent.
Fritz and his family were run out of Germany because of their
Jewish history during World War 2, he was 9 at the time, he is
now 45.
About half an hour later Fritz turned up, with Silver Dollar,
Cotton, and Jim Bob, they all had bats on their bikes or on
their persons, Fritz gave Crash a bat and they rode off, heading
way over to The Steps, the most western part of town, built on
and into the hillsides. They all stopped outside the old 2 story
office building .
They went to the door and looked inside, it was a lobby with
posters of all the companies movies on the walls. They went
inside and saw only 2 barely dressed women in the lobby. They
went up to the counter and rang the bell, a young European man
walked out, he was skinny, so they knew he wasn't the guy they
after.
"Who's the owner of this place?" Crash asked.
"Mr Nikolia Roskonleta" The young man said.
"Good" Crash said and then swung his bat up and brought it down
the on the mans shoulder, dislocating it and sending him to the
ground.
Fritz walked over to the door to filming area and broke off the
handle with his bat and kicked it open, "Nikolia!" Silver Dollar
yelled.
"Can I help you?" The very man they were looking for asked as he
walked from his office.
"Yeah" Crash said and grabbed him by the shoulder, "Do It" Crash
ordered, the rest of them each picked something that looked
expensive and smashed it, 2 Cameras, an actor and a editing
station.
"No! What are you doing?" He screamed like he was in pain.
"Now -" Crash was about to talk but was interrupted.
"Get them" A Phantom yelled and 5 Phantoms ran at the 5 Hounds,
Crash threw Nikolia to the ground dodged a swing of the lead
pipe from the Phantom and drove the bat at his chin and cracked
it and knocked him to the ground, Jim Bob blocked a chop from a
Phantom wielded bat and kicked him in the knee and then knocked
him unconscious with the bat and then drove the bat down onto
another Phantoms shoulder and then Fritz cracked his head open
above his eye and let him fall to the ground.
Silver Dollar struck a Phantoms leg and then swung it up and hit
the smallest Phantom so hard on the chin he flew backwards and
landed on the top of his head, Cotton just moved and let Crash
coat hanger him with his bat. Nikolia looked in shock as the
Hounds took down the Phantoms with little effort.
Crash grabbed him before he could run away, "Now you hit Miss
Bronte, very hard, she is a 45 year old woman and you hit her,
not good" Crash said. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Miss Bronte controls the pron industry in this area, it's
always been that way and it will always be that way" Crash said.
Then Fritz brought a bat down onto Nikolia face, smashing his
eye and cheek, he fell to the ground and clutched at his
bleeding face, "Burn this shit hole to the ground" Crash
ordered. "Ha ha, fun" Silver Dollar yelled cheerfully. Crash ran
over to his office and grabbed a box and emptied it and threw
film reels and video taps inside the box and came out and
watched as the Hounds were yelling for everyone to clear out
while they were setting things on fire. They walked outside and
loaded everything they stole into their saddle bags and rode
away, while everyone fled the burning building.
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