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American Mafia Mini Series Episode 1

Fabrizio’s Rise: Mini Series – Ep. 1

One hot, summer, day in 1955, Fabrizio DeAngelo was sitting on his stoop in front of his Brooklyn Tenement but he wasn’t enjoying the sound of kids playing stickball and eating ice cream from the local Malt Shop. He was thinking of all his problems going on in his life, having no money to support his growing family since his wife had just given birth to his second child and he didn’t want his children to grow up being poor like he did, his bills were piling up, his landlord was harassing him because he wasn’t paying his rent (but he was mostly bothering him because he was Italian) and he was just recently fired from his job as a cab driver.  As he was rubbing his head he looked up and saw a brand new Cadillac driving down the road and he automatically knew it was Carlo DeMarco, he was not only the local Mafia wiseguy but he was also a friend of Fabrizio’s since their parents came over from Corleone, Sicily. As the Cadillac came to a stop in front of Fabrizio the door opened and he saw Carlo in what looked like a hand made suit, Italian shoes, a milk white fedora and a huge diamond ring, Fabrizio always thought Carlo was too flashy but he never told him that.

“Fabrizio! How are you my friend!?”

The two embraced each other and patted each other’s back. Fabrizio let out a sigh to quiet enough Carlo didn’t hear it

“I don’t know Carlo, I lost my job, the bills are piling up, the landlord is harassing me, and with the new baby I’m so lost I don’t know what to do.”

Carlo patted Fabrizio on the shoulder and looked him in the eye.

“Listen I’ve known you all my life and I hate to see you in so much trouble so I want to help you out. Here lets go for a ride.”

 

As the two men were in Carlo’s car down the highway down to the docks Carlo lit a cigar and was talking to Fabrizio.

“ Listen there’s this business I want to go into but can’t trust anyone not to turn me in so I want to offer it to you.” Fabrizio already knew what Carlo was talking about, though he was never a “made member” he always heard what was going on in the neighborhood. For the last few months word was Carlo had been dealing in heroin (which was how he could afford the Cadillac Fabrizio thought) but the mob bosses forbade the dealing of drugs because of the long jail sentences but Carlo never listened. But Fabrizio acted like he didn’t know that.

“What business would that be?” Carlo gave him a look but quickly looked back at the road.

“Well lately I’ve been doing well for myself selling in dope in Jersey but if I can get you to help me in Brooklyn we could both make a killing, what ya think?” Fabrizio took a long pause as he looked at the traffic going by.

“I don’t know Carlo… People tend to hate drugs being sold couldn’t we get into trouble?” Carlo made a quick grin but quickly got more serious.

“Non sense! I’m making so much money no one would dare to kill me! With one shipment that we’re going to get at the docks could make us $500,000 each! Now how can you refuse that? Listen there’s the bus stop ahead, do you want me to drop you off and you can try to find a job? Or do you wanna come with me and make more money then you could ever dream of?”

Fabrizio knew what could happen if the cops catch them that he could spend the rest of his life in jail but worse if the Mob Bosses caught his selling drugs in their neighborhoods they’d kill him. But he had a family to provide for and they were his main goal in life.

 Fabrizio lit a cigarette and took a deep breath and said, “I’m in.”

Five months later after going into business with Carlo, Fabrizio has become a multimillionaire. He moved out of his crappy apartment into an estate in Long Island, has his own black Cadillac DeVille, wads of cash always on hand and can afford to send his kids to the top private schools in the state. But what Fabrizio did not know was that just the day before Carlo was taken by the local Mafia Capo for being caught selling heroin to school children, Fabrizio always told Carlo never to deal drugs to kids just adults. But Carlo didn’t listen so as his punishment Carlo was taken to the Brooklyn docks and tortured him till he gave the name of his partner in Brooklyn. Fabrizio knew he’d never betray Carlo but Carlo said to the Capo that Fabrizio was the mastermind of the whole operation. So the Capo gave a look to two of his soldiers and said we’ll go meet Fabrizio and told them to clean Carlo up. The next day Fabrizio was home in his study reading the newspaper his favorite team the New York Yankees just won the World Series when he heard the door bell and heard is wife scream and dropping something made of glass. Fabrizio assumed it was his afternoon coffee so he grabbed the gun in his desk and ran out to see a large man helping his wife pick up the glass his wife had dropped. He recognized the large man: Giovanni Luciano–the most feared Capo in Brooklyn.

“Sorry for the scare all I wanted was to talk to you.” Showing that he wasn’t scared of Giovanni, even though he was, Fabrizio told him to join him in his study that he was just reading the paper.

As the two men sat opposite of each other at Fabrizio’s desk Fabrizio put his paper aside but Giovanni asked to see the paper. As Giovanni was reading the paper he asked if Fabrizio if he knew Carlo DeMarco.

“Well yes I know Carlo we go way back.” As Giovanni put down the paper and a certain section that Fabrizio couldn’t see but it had a large picture on the page.

 “Listen Fabrizio I know you and Carlo are dealing dope in Brooklyn and Jersey, now I can’t tell someone how to make a living but what I DON’T like is people dealing drugs to kids! So all I’m saying is that you have my ok to deal drugs in Brooklyn and parts of New Jersey but no dealing to kids alright? I tell you this cause I know you can be trusted to listen to orders. So I hope your operation does well and who knows maybe we can work together some day.” As Giovanni looked at his watch he started to get up from the chair and to the door but before he left he looked at Fabrizio and pointed to the paper that Giovanni left to the last page he looked at before putting it down. “Take a look at that poor guy! He’s a perfect example of why people should listen and show respect like you. Well I’ll let you read the paper I hope you have a good day.”

As Giovanni left, Fabrizio picked up the paper and saw that the picture was Carlo with his head bashed in and with the caption above the picture. “Local Hood killed on the Brooklyn waterfront, Police searching for murderers but have no leads.” Fabrizio put the paper down and sat back in his chair, he knew what Giovanni meant. He knew Giovanni knew him and Carlo worked together but Fabrizio never dealt drugs to kids, he also knew that Carlo must’ve told him he was his partner and where he lived. So Fabrizio realized that Carlo betrayed their friendship thinking he could save his life by giving Fabrizio’s life instead. So Giovanni was telling him he can take over Carlo’s side of the business as well as long as he never deals to kids seeing what can happen when you break the rules and go into business with people who will rat you out. As Fabrizio’s wife came in asking if everything was okay Fabrizio said he was fine and gave her a big hug and told her to start looking for a new house.

“Honey, we just bought this place and the movers are bringing the new furniture we don’t have the money to get another house.”

Fabrizio took a look at the paper at the corner of his eye and looked back at her and gave her a big smile. “Don’t worry honey! I got a feeling business is going to be real good starting today.”

Submitted by The Dubliner

American Mafia Story

I grew up in a poor family. We had just come over to the United States from Sicily. Not a dime in our pocket; just another foreigner looking for Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. My family made it to New York in 1922. My father had taken a loan from a local Loan Shark and put us all in a massive debt. Every few days some guys would rough up my father in the alleyway for the money he owed the loan shark… One day, around the normal time, the men showed up again. They asked for my father and he stepped outside. They began beating him right there in front of me. I watched as multiple haymakers landed on my fathers face. One of the two men was swinging so wildly his gun fell out of his coat and onto the pavement at my feet… I reached down and shot the man right in his chest… As he fell to the ground, the other man looked up and ran around the corner and disappeared… My father lay there… Not moving. No breathing. Lifeless. He was gone.

 

The pressure of making money for the family fell onto my shoulders… An eighteen-year-old boy… I kept the gun that I used to kill the Shark with. For protection from any further attempts made on my family by the loan shark…

 

The next day, I went to the church. It was a Sunday morning. Confession time. I prayed for the strength to help my family and told the priest what I had done the day before… I told him about the anger I felt seeing my fathers lifeless corpse laid on the ground… The loneliness I felt when I saw a drop of blood spill from his mouth after taking several blows to the head… As I left the church and headed home, I noticed about ten men standing outside of our apartment block. All dressed in nice suits… As I approached the men, one of them yelled, “There he is. That’s the boy who killed Johnny!” All of the men pulled weapons and pointed them at me, all except for one. He stepped forward and asked for my name. He explained that he is a very powerful man in this city… He is called Don Leonardo… One of the Mafia bosses in New York. I had shot one of his men… He calmly explained that, since I was the one who killed one of his associates that I was going to take his place…

 

He said there would be great pay into it. And as soon as I paid the debt off that my father owed, the rest would be pure profit… I had no choice but to agree with nine gunmen staring at me down the sights of their guns. I was told to come to an abandoned warehouse on the harbor as soon as possible. I had no transportation to get there, and no money for a taxi… I had to walk. The men jumped into their cars and sped away… I began the long walk across town to get to the designated warehouse… Thirty minutes later, I was walking down the street. I could see the warehouse. It wasn’t but thirty feet away from me when a young boy bumped into me. I felt his hand reach into my pocket simultaneously. He snatched for my wallet and began running with it… Just as this happened, an older man about thirty-five years old also bumped into my shoulder. I fell down with by the force from him hitting me. I looked over where the boy was running and the man was in hot pursuit. He leaped and fell on top of the young boy. I heard him yelling and the boy gave up my wallet.

 

As the man walked back towards me, he brandished the wallet in front of my face. He explained that it wouldn’t happen again. The man said that the boy didn’t know I was working for Mr. Leonardo.

 

I walked into the warehouse and was met by a smiling Don Leonardo. He walked towards me and said he was glad I showed up. He didn’t want to hunt me down and put two in my eyes for not being here. Leonardo wanted me to prove my loyalty. I had to go mug a citizen on the streets… It didn’t matter who it was, he just wanted to wet my toes in this business.

I left the warehouse looking for a victim… I sat in a nearby alley and waited for someone to walk down unsuspecting… Twenty minutes passed and I was growing impatient. I was about to change locations when a man turned down the alleyway. I hid behind a wall and waited for him to pass me. As he took a step by me, I hit him on the back of his head. He fell to the floor and I began searching for his wallet. I found it and searched it, only to find $20 in it… I turned and started jogging off… I heard him call “Hey Boy…” Out of curiosity, I turned and looked over my shoulder. He had stood to his feet and pulled a pistol out on me. He began shooting at me and I heard bullets whiz passed my head. I turned back around and sprinted to get out of the alleyway. Bullets were hitting gutters as I ran passed them.

I made it out safely. I ran to the warehouse and told Leonardo that the man only had $20 and that I just survived an attempted murder. Leonardo said that there would be plenty more attempted murders on my head in the future. “Get used to it.” He said…

 

I was just a lowly thug for now, but if I put hard work in, donate to my new family, and remain respectful and loyal all the same, I will reach high lengths in this business. No matter how many prostitution rings I have to run, or banks I have to heist. No matter how many murders I have to perform, or muggings I need to make. No matter how many friends I have, or how many enemies I create. I am going make It in this business by Crimes, Murder, and by selling Drugs… Eventually I’ll have my own family once my boss thinks I am ready. It must be earned; I can’t just expect one given to me… I will work for it.

 

Genovese Junction

Genovese Junction       

 

It is believed the Genovese Family (Infamous Xbox Players), have recently been the cause of numerous deaths of renowned American Mafia residents. Angelo_Deluno is suspected of being a part of the Genovese, and using his rank and power to kill off many important players in the game including: Commander_X, Link_VI, DWR_VI, and Elborio Massino.

 

These attacks came shortly after a victory for AM when an associate of Genovese, Two-Time, was killed. The game certainly has a way of acting like a roller coaster. Many of American Mafia important players visited Angelo’s funeral including James Burke, Vindog Porrello, Raven (Ex Genovese), and Donnie Vegas. Also in attendance was Saint Genovese who is known as the leader of the Genovese Family.

 

Attacks like these aren’t welcomed to AM nor are they encouraged… It’s a cowardly thing to rank up an account just to kill off a few people then repeat once killed… Everyone is on the lookout for Genovese members. Suspicions are high on every player in order to ensure a safer future for all who play the game.

 

If anyone has any information that leads to the discovery of another member of Genovese, please contact Vindog Porrello.

 

 

Remember to stay safe, stay loyal, but most of all: Stay Classy American Mafia!

 

This concludes this edition of Dub’s Dubbed News. Thanks for reading!

Tremors Shake Corleone Infrastructure

James, who has recently come out of retirement, has just claimed the position of Corleone Don from Dubliner. After fighting James for the position, Dub finally realized that his resistance wasn’t good for the American Mafia. Dub realized that all his “Followers” left him and joined up with James. It’s a change for the Corleone Empire, but I wish them the best! Corleone’s will never die off, and I hope they never do.

 

Certainly a twisted political campaign but it worked in favor for James and Corleone’s. I am honestly hoping the best for all who are affected by this recent change. What I am, and will be, watching closely is if James implements Stan into his ranks. Certainly a change to how things are usually ran… It frightens me that James is just letting him join out of the blue, but it is none of my business anymore.

 

Hopefully whatever James is planning will bring Corleone back to its Good Ol’ Days when a legend could be found on every street and families were earned and not given. Where loyalty flowed like water and Respect was as cherished as Gold.

 

James has mentioned having Raven and Stan as his RHM and LHM so the Corleone Structure is already coming to light after less than 6 hours as leader.

 

We will watch as the new leadership progresses and hopefully shows everyone how to return back to when all was good in the American Mafia.

 

Good luck to James and the Corleones!

The Fall of a Self-Proclaimed Legend

The smell of cigar smoke was found throughout the air of the small shack. Three silhouetted men were seen sitting around a small, round wooden table that was illuminated very faintly by a lone light bulb, which dangled precariously over the table and swayed back and forth… The occasional red glare of oxygen flowing through the Cuban cigars lit up the faces of the men as they took their puffs…

 

“We should strike now when we have the element of surprise on our hands!” Vindog exclaimed, “What better time than now?”

 

“Tell me, Vindog, what makes now such an opportune time?” Mickie refuted, “What makes now better than before?”

 

“Now he thinks you’re retired…” James said quietly as he reached for his cigarette, “Why not strike when he thinks the dragon has fallen asleep?”

 

“I understand this, but, as you both know, my wife is now pregnant with our first son…” Mickie said calmly as he sat back into his rickety chair, “I cannot bear to leave my son without a father and my wife without a husband.”

 

Vindog was growing impatient; he had lost many friends and family soldiers and capos by the hands of Stan Smith.

 

“What about the fathers who lost their sons already? What about the fathers who will lose their sons in the future or sons who’ve lost their fathers?” Vindog yelled as he banged his hands onto the table and turned towards the wall… He sat quiet for a moment and let his thoughts flow again, “What about Viod and Gandalf? Where is their justice, Mickie?”

 

Mickie sat quiet at the table. He felt the weight of the world fall onto his shoulders.

 

“What can I do? I’ve tried to kill him before; his defenses are too strong.” Mickie stood and walked towards a lone window placed over his right shoulder, “What will change?”

 

Mickie stared out of the window; he listened as rain fell and hit the metal roof above his head. He watched a current of rainwater flow down the glass and fall onto the flooded grass.

 

“I am going for a walk,” Mickie said, “I need to collect my thoughts…”

 

Mickie rushed out of the door before either man could oppose his decision…

 

 

As he stepped outside he listened to the rain beat on the top of his hat like a native drumline… He turned down his street and saw a man pull onto the curb in front of a house across the street. The man rushed out of the driver seat and reached into the back seat of his car.  Mickie was startled and feared for his life. He reached down and drew his pistol and pointed in the direction of the man as he stood up out of his car… The two men’s eyes met and they both stood there for moments… Mickie noticed what the man was reaching into his back seat for: a child. A small newborn baby was being cradled in its father’s hands. At the sight of the small child, Mickie immediately holstered his gun. He turned and ran back around the corner of the street…

 

“If I were Stan, that small infant and it’s father would’ve been killed…” Mickie mumbled to himself, “I can’t let the reign of Stan’s ill will continue.”

 

Mickie busted into the door of the small shed and was greeted by a startled Vindog and a drunk James…

 

“Gentlemen, we have a plan to create…”

 

“Mickie, from my last reports, Stan was last seen in Delaware at one his favorite diners.” Vindog couldn’t help but explain with a huge grin on his face, “He seems to favor this diner and visits every Sunday after mass…”

 

“Okay, James!” Mickie yelled for his attention.

 

“Hmm?” James responded.

 

“You’re drunk.”

 

“Will do…” James responded not knowing what Mickie said.

 

“Okay boys, we leave on the first plane to Delaware.”

 

Mickie, James, and Vindog arrived in Delaware safely and wasted no time getting to the diner. They entered the diner and got a table in a side room where lower class citizens often ate. They sat and waited for hours…

 

“This was a bust,” Vindog said as he stood up and put his jacket on, “we are lucky we aren’t being shot up right now…” He turned and walked out of the room.

 

Mickie and James exchanged glances and both stood to their feet. As they were putting their jackets and hats on Vindog walked back into the room…

 

“He’s here.” He said under his breath, “He just finished his meal and is about to leave… But he has four bodyguards with him…”

 

Mickie and James started reaching for their guns.

 

“What are they armed with?” Mickie asked.

 

“Two men on both sides of the front door, one on each side has a shotgun and the others have desert eagles…”

 

“This was a mistake.” Mickie said remorsefully as James strutted past him

 

“C’mon boys. Fool needs to go…” James said as he walked towards the door.

 

 

Mickie and Vindog looked at each other. Mickie nodded at Vin.

 

As they walked through the door Vindog and James were shoulder to shoulder… Stan looked up at them and smiled as he turned over his shoulder and nodded at the bodyguards. James began walking towards the two over Stan’s right shoulder and Vindog went to the two over his left. As James and Vindog split up, the look in Stan’s eyes went from excitement to horror at the sight of Mickie taking long strides towards him… Mickie pulled his pistol from his trench coat and cocked it.

 

James pointed his pistol at the bodyguard who held a shotgun and pulled the trigger. James’ bullet penetrated the man’s stomach and exited into the wall behind him. As he continued walking towards the wounded man, another shot rang out and pierced James’ left shoulder. He peered over to the man holding a smoking desert eagle and said, “You’re next…” James’ kicked the lights out of the wounded bodyguard and threw his pistol at the other man who had shot him… The gun flew through the air and made contact with the jaw of the bodyguard and the man flew backwards onto his back… James looked down at the wounded bodyguard and kneed him in the face and sent the man flying backwards onto the floor. James bent and grabbed the shotgun that lay at his feet. He looked into the eyes of the man that lay before him… James pulled the trigger and the man’s head disappeared…

 

James then heard the sound of a loaded pistol pointed at his head… “Don’t move.” James looked over his shoulder at the bodyguard who was now bleeding from his mouth. “Never thought I’d kill myself a Capi di Capi Re…” the man said. In a quick motion, James turned and threw a knee to the side of the man. As he bent over in pain, James kicked the desert eagle from his grasp…

 

“I’m your huckleberry.” James said as he pointed his pistol at the back his head and pulled his trigger…

 

 

Vindog, simultaneously, began charging at his two enemies… He leaped onto the shoulders of the man holding a desert eagle and began beating him with the butt of his pistol on his head. Blood was everywhere and it was splattering onto Vindogs face. Blood covered his pistol as Vindog smiled. He then turned on his knees and saw the barrel of a shotgun looking him in the eyes… Vindog smacked the shotgun towards the roof and a shot rang out and penetrated the roof of the building. Vindog then turned his attention to the knees of the last bodyguard… He kicked one of the bodyguard’s knees and broke it like a twig. Both men were now on the ground wrestling… The bodyguard managed to fall onto Vindog and began strangling him with the shotgun. Vindog began desperately feeling for his pistol that was on the ground. He found it and grabbed it but all the blood on the handle made it slip from his hands…

 

Vindog was falling out of consciousness… Then he heard a shot ring out. The body that laid on top of him had fallen off… As he sat up he saw James pointing a smoking gun towards him.

 

“He’s ALL yours…” James said.

 

Vindog looked towards the man who was now bleeding from his back. Vindog stood to his feet and shot four bullets into the back of his skull…

 

 

Next was Stan Smith… As James and Vindog turned their attention to Stan and Mickie, Mickie had Stan pinned up against the wall off of the floor. Mickie kept saying, “Try not to piss yourself!”

 

“Not here.” James told Mickie, “Somewhere that’ll leave a message.”

 

Vindog ran up to Stan and began beating him to within an inch of his life… Then Vin began searching through his pockets for whatever money he had… After Vin stepped away from the body, James grabbed Stan and began dragging him out of the diner… “Come on!” James yelled…

 

The three men got into a sedan with Stan in the trunk and drove to the tallest skyscraper.

 

Police found Stans body hanging off the side of the skyscraper by his ankles with bullet wounds in both elbows, both knees, in the palms of both hands, and in his feet… Stan’s body was also missing both of his ears, eyes, and his tongue…

 

A note was found on his body that stated, “Let this be a warning to all who try to mess with Mickie Fratesi… I AM THE DEVIL”

 

Police have yet to find Mickie.

Courtesy of The Dubliner

Time for a Vacation

Stan-Smith was last seen boarding a private jet headed to the Bahamas for a month of vacation. As Mickie tried to follow him, the Bahamas closed there borders for a cheap price paid by Stan-SmithMickie has been trying to figure out a way to illegally make it onto Bahamian shores, but they all have been unsuccessful… It seems that, for now, Stan is safe on the Bahama-mama Beaches…

 

Meanwhile back in the states, random thugs have been mugging, kidnapping, and trying to murder more well-known mobsters. People like Another-Victim and SuperGirl have tried to murder multiple people and have gotten away with mugging several upstanding mobsters. How long will their sprees continue? I had my own experience with both of these individuals. It was probably the most “hands-on” interview i have ever had.

 

 

After being robbed by Another-Victim, I awoke to an emptier house…  Hoping he was still in Rhode Island, i began to search for him… Just as i located him, a woman by the name of SuperGirl attacked me in a dark alley, the only choice i had was to counterattack her in which case i killed her… Next was Another-Victim… After killing SuperGirl in the dark alley, i was caught by Federal Police and sent to jail…

 

I spent several days in solitary confinement and, after almost being broken, was broken out by some of my good friends… Now i had to go finish business that Another-Victim started… I searched throughout Rhode Island, and hired private detectives… But had no luck, he had escaped Rhode Island while i was in jail…

 

Another-Victim is STILL AT LARGE so please be careful what state you fall asleep in…

 

We will have updates on the American Mafia vs. Stan-Smith war as it progresses.

 

 

This is Gandalf with the news.

Stay Loyal, Stay Safe, but most of all: Stay Classy American Mafia!

 

 

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The Heavy Weight Bout Continues

Update on the Liberation of A.M: The Hunt continues to find/kill Stan-Smith and Mickie is showing no sign of relenting. He is determined to find Stan and murder him to avenge all of the fallen who were killed by Stan and to show everyone that attempting to take over American Mafia will not work especially on Mickie’s watch… Stan continues to call for “Final Duels” the most recent was in the “Beaver” state of Oregon… When all was looking like this “Final Duel” was coming to a close in Mickie’s favor, Stan ran to another state to avoid being killed. This is the man who wanted to takeover A.M…

 

I, for one, would love to see this fight finally come to a close… It has spanned over 3 days with both sides refusing to budge. This is certainly a time that will go down in AM history as two sides with completely different views go head to head… Marketplace item to marketplace item… Snow Leopard vs. Snow Leopard… Meat Cleaver vs. Meat Cleaver… Emporer Scior–You get the point……….. They have lots of marketplace items…

 

If you’re like me, you are also, however, seeing a positive side to this whole situation. The amount of OJBs have skyrocketed allowing for many players to rank at incredible speeds! Meek_Mill, for instance, has ranked from Citizen to Thug in just one day. If you want, shoot Meek Mill a message congratulating him on his new rank! Congratulations!

 

Mickie is determined to push through Virtual Blood and Virtual Sweat (Not Virtual Tears because Mickie doesn’t cry–not even his virtual character), just to see Stan six feet in the earth… Stan, on the other hand, is motivated by the death of his good friend GianiMercatto, as well as Giani’s son…

 

Ladies and “Gentlemen”, I have been here for a year and four months, but i have never seen a fight like this one. I’ve seen bouts that involved Michael__Corleone and Joe__King, Grimreaper and Joe__King, and Scarface9407 and Joe__King… (If you’re not catching my drift, Joe__King used to cause a LOT of fight back when i first started…) and all those fights were legendary… I’ve seen so many battles in my tenure on American Mafia but I can’t think of one that comes close to topping this one…

 

Cherish this, because i assure you all that you will remember this for a long time…

 

 

This is Gandalf with the news (Still cant get over how that sounds…) Always remember, All we must do is decided what to do with the time we are given…

 

Stay Safe, Stay Loyal, but most of all: You Stay Classy American Mafia.

God Save the King(Pin)

Breaking News everyone! Mickie-Fratesi who, you might remember, was killed just yesterday by GianiMercatto, some how survived and was spotted sneaking out of the funeral home where he was being held. Mickie, who was named Kingpin before being killed by the unworthy, aspiring mobster, Giani, stated that he would be the one to kill Giani in the American Mafia Forums… Wait… This JUST in! Mickie Fratesi was thrown into Federal Jail for the murder of one, GianiMercatto! American Mafia has just been Liberated from Giani and soon His Lapdog Stan-Smith will be joining him 6 feet under… Mickie was quoted in saying this to Giani as life slipped from Giani’s eyes… “I am the Kingpin…”

 

Mickie had this to say about the situation after being busted out of jail by 3 of his close friends… “I did this for every AM member to know [that] killing sprees will not be tolerated and i will do my best to keep everyone safe.”

 

It is certainly a bright sunrise after a dark night in AM history. After looking as though Mickie was defeated, he came back around and pimp slapped the mess out of GianiMercatto… This is a warning to all who think they can get away with Killing sprees…

 

More news will develop as hunts for Stan-Smith, Giani’s dog, is found… Stay tuned, stay safe, have fun; but most importantly, Stay Classy American Mafia…

 

Gandalf (Jay Gatsby) (The Dubliner) Signing off…

Corleone Structure and League of Shadows

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Now then, onto our stories… Another of our beloved citizens in American Mafia has decided to retire… Mickie Fratesi has decided to hang up his Trench Coat and put up his Gun to join the list of retired citizens. I cannot speak for everyone, but I definitely will miss him but hope he has a great retirement. He did say, “I will still be around some just not near as much.”

 

In other news… Things are developing as Really becomes used to things on top of the Corleone Empire. Rules are being implemented, Structures are being built, and Family Leaders are being appointed. I have some exclusive information for the American Mafia members. The Corleone LHM and RHM… RHM: Ghiacchio (Scarface) LHM: Jay Gatsby (Me) Wake had this to say about the Corleone Structure… “I looked at loyalty above all else, that’s the most important thing.” It certainly goes to show that Loyalty and Hard Work can take you almost anywhere you wanna go in this game. If you all are determined to reach a high rank in the American Mafia, LOYALTY, RESPECT, and HARD WORK will certainly get you where you wanna be. League of Shadows has their own family now. They made a deal with Wake and his most trusted men in order to ensure that hits would stop and, in return, League of Shadows would get their own family.

 

I am eager for the future and hope peace is upheld. This was Jay Gatsby with the news…

You Stay Classy American Mafia!

Mafia – Breaking News

Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for reading this edition of Dub’s Dubbed News… I have been handed a deeply saddening news story, for myself at least… The Don of Corleone Empire, as well as the first to discover Lord of Anarchy and Capo di Capi Re has officially Retired from the American Mafia lifestyle…

 

He leaves behind Wake (Better known as Really) to take charge as his former position as American Mafia Kingpin and Corleone Empire Don are left to him… Really, who is known as one of the most loyal members to ever walk the streets of American Mafia, is certainly deserving of these titles, and I’m sure that I don’t speak for just myself when I say that I am eager for the new era of American Mafia. Rumors are spreading like wildfire around the country as people are saying that the murder of Femme Fatale, Grim’s beloved wife, contributed to his decision to retire. Some other people claim that it was the annoyance of many mobsters around the country begging Grim for different things.

 

I believe that Grim realized that there wasn’t anyone in the American Mafia, other than his brother James Burke, who could put up a fight against him… Grim is certainly one of the best mobsters to ever be, and has certainly made the Corleone name greater than it has ever been before. It’s a tough act.

 

Following Great Legends such as Michael Corleone, Ruthless, Scarface, and Goodfellas… But Grim showed us that it’s going to be even harder to follow after him… Really, good luck to you. We all hope, and anticipate, that you will be a great Don as Grim was, and as all his predecessors were. This has been a Dub’s Dubbed News report. Stay Classy America…

 

This is Jay Gatsby, Signing off…

The Cardinal

-The Alarm rings- “Beep,Beep,Beep”

 

I awake to a empty place, only a bed exists in this room. I get up, right leg first the left follows. I look round me, up down, right, left and then finally down to the floor. My clothes sit alone on the floor, I put each piece on, bit by bit, starting with my shirt. I have each piece of clothing on, I stand and exit the room. I walk to the door of the kitchen, I turn the nob round clockwise and it opens. I come to an empty Kitchen, no crumbs, no mess. I open the fridge, the remainder of a left over Curry remains, on the next shelf there is milk, I proceed to take it out. I open a nearby cupboard to find what I need, Cereal.

 

By this point 15 minutes has passed since I first awoke. The reminder that I have to be at the Graveyard for 11:15 lingers in my mind, it is my priority at the moment. It is 10:30, I know that the Graveyard is 25 minutes away from my home on foot. I grab my coat of the hanger and proceed to lift my keys. I begin to make my way to the Graveyard. I walk, foot by foot, through the streets of a wet and cold Belfast town. It is 1969. The beginning years of what eventually becomes known as the Troubles. I walk down the road towards Milltown, through Andersontown, I hear the voice of a preacher in the Air, Continuously saying “Do you Love, Believe and Cherish God!, Are you a follower of the Commandments?, Are you educated!, Well Visit your local Parish today on how to become a Deacon firstly, then eventually a Priest!” I walk on, the words “Priest and Deacon” begin to linger,” I have no love, I have no job and lastly my friend has just left the world”

 

I think about this continuously throughout the day, my good friend James had died of Natural causes. The days passes, so does the Pints of beer. I find myself at the end of the day drunk, coming into my home, and falling to sleep. I awake the next morning Hungover, the words “Priest and Deacon” Still are present during this time. I decide to do what I do every morning, the exact same thing I did the previous morning. With the exception today I made my way to the Parish. I ask the Priest what does it take to become a Priest, he explains Briefly, I agree with him. I find myself 7 days later, on my way to Rome to begin my journey to become a Priest.

 
4 years would pass before I became a Priest. Another 10 before I became a Bishop, and another 20 before I moved to America to become a Cardinal of California. I find myself back in the State which I had left for Belfast a long time ago. I find myself now In Washington. Writing briefly about my experiences.

 

Written by Links_Redemption

Irish Luck Runs Out

Warning: The following is, once again, a true tale from my life in this game…

It was a dark and stormy night… The occasional flash of lightning and sound of thunder would illuminate and reverberate throughout this dark tiny room. I woke up dizzy and nauseous. The last thing I remembered was strolling through the park. It was light, the birds were singing, and children were screaming and playing on the sidewalk. How did I go from such a setting as that, into this dark and tiny room? I heard a voice talking… He was speaking to another man… I could faintly hear this mysterious man’s voice… The voices grew louder. I tried to escape from the bonds that tied my hands together. I felt the rough scratching of the rope against my wrists. The feeling of blood being released from my veins sent shivers down my spine. I would not die here. The blood helped squeeze my hands through the binds. I was free. Now to find some kind of weapon I could use to help make my escape easier… Not much could be found in the closet I was being held in… Some coats, hangers, and some old shoes… Wait… The hangers? My cousin was in WWII and always told me about how he could make a weapon out of anything. He showed me how he could take a few coat hangers, and twist them together and form a sort of pitchfork mechanism to stab at someone. This was the best choice I had. I look out of the tiny window that faintly illuminated this closet with each lightning flash, looked like I was in a hotel room… Thirteen stories high up, jumping was a suicide attempt…

The voices I heard before faded away… I heard no more movement inside of the room adjacent to my small cell… I felt around the walls for a light switch but all I felt was the feeling of burnt plaster melting from the walls. The carpet was wet… I stuck my middle and index finger to the carpet and held them to my nose… Gasoline… They coated the closet in gasoline. They are planning on burning me alive… Just then I heard the voices again… Creeping up to the door. I moved to hide behind one of the jackets as if to get a jump on my assailant. The door swung open and the light from the room blinded me. I could barely make out whom the men holding me hostage were… It was…

Eight o’clock in the morning. I woke up from a sound sleep. The previous night my boss Nicky Scarfo had declared me a Wise Old Man. He had taken me out for a night at a cat-house and we got raging drunk and somehow managed to drive home and make it alive. I awoke with the worst hangover anyone could imagine… I got out of bed, got dressed, and preceded with my day as I normally would. I drove to downtown Philadelphia to meet with my boss, Nicodemo. He wanted me to come by and talk about business in our empire, The Philly Empire. I was the newly appointed Underboss of the empire along with my good friend JBRevenge. The idea of the Philly Empire was to expand all throughout the United States… We had my family (Located in Orlando, Florida. Secretly was pulling strings in Disney World to make a major profit approximately 25% of the Income for the Empire.), JBRevenge’s family (Located in Chicago, he had a grip on the industrial and manufacturing businesses. Brought in roughly 30% of the income to the Empire), and Charlie “Lucky” Luciano’s family (Located in Las Vegas, controlled the Casinos and Hotels. Generated approximately 45% of the Total Income for the empire.) The Philly Empire was thriving alongside our longstanding allies the Corleone Empire headed up by GrimReaper who worked alongside Nicodemo while Grim was in the Philly Empire. The two were great friends and only death could separate them.

After the meeting with Nicky and the other Family leaders I took my private jet back to Florida to see my mother. I haven’t visited her in a while and I knew she missed me. I arrived there around 1 pm. She fixed me a late lunch and we talked for a while. She said she wasn’t feeling well. She thought it was old age… Silence fell in the house… The sound of sirens in downtown Orlando could be heard. The occasional popping and booming sounds of Fireworks set off from Disney startled and shook my mother and her windows in every room… I told her we should take her to my sisters. She would be okay there. She refused, said she will be okay. Reluctantly I left and needed to go to my next meeting.

I travelled across Orlando to my headquarters: an empty mansion only being used for matters of the Family. I had a meeting with my soldiers, underboss, and Capos. It was here that I broke the news to everyone that my Underboss, Joey Merlino would be opening his own empire: The Camorra Crime Organization. He promised he would remain loyal and would be by my side for any situation. These Empires, following the opening of the 3rd, showed great promise; the life of American Mafia seemed glowing and riddled with bright futures in every citizen’s destiny. Joey would set up his family in New York. And so it was, the Philly Empire’s dream of having families set up across the United States was coming true. We had families in four of the nine major states as well as a strong holding in Pennsylvania.

It was 6 pm by the time I escaped from the popping of champagne and clacking of half filled glasses to another as if the glasses were dancing partners at a high school homecoming… I went to the Orlando Central Park and took a stroll. The sun would be setting in about a half an hour… I thought I would watch it as it went down. However I had this sense as though something was following me… Something… Or someone… Was mimicking my every move. I looked over my shoulder but never saw a thing. I continued with my peaceful stroll… I was strolling through the park. It was light, the birds were singing, and children were screaming and playing on the sidewalk. Using chalk and drawing hangman games… I even saw a group of teenagers pretending to be Made men in the mafia shooting at each other with makeshift guns made out of interlocked hands and twin index fingers pointing at the target aiming down the bridges of their thumbs… They would yell, “Bang! Bang!” as one by one a kid would fall to the ground and groped their torso’s for some imaginary bullet wound that seemed to be bleeding profusely and would not stop until the child was dead on the ground.

I walked down to the pond to get away from the madness that enthralled only the eyes of the wicked, heartless man that I was not… I sat by the pond and watched as the sun **** slowly below the trees. Then I heard a voice say, “Don Dubliner… My boss sends his regards…” Before I could turn around a hand was on my back with the other hand reaching around my neck and applying a generous dose of Chloroform to my mouth through a doused rag… I was out cold…

 

I snapped back to reality. The door was swung open, and as my eyes adjusted to the figures standing before me the silhouettes of their bodies faded away and I could see whom it was. Joey Merlino: my former Underboss. He had one of his henchmen abduct me and was now going to kill me off. I leaped at him with the coat hangers I had made into a pitchfork and he jumped to the side unharmed at the reckless attack I had just made. I fell into the room and took a second to get my bearings. I ran towards the door only to be cut off by a man named Chapo Guzman, also known as BWR. I jumped onto the bed and turned to look into my assailants’ faces… Chapo, a rugged Hispanic with much experience under his belt, not known for being associated with the Mafia, but he was a lowly civilian… Yet he could plan things better than anyone I knew. He must have been planning to rise to the top of the food chain and I was his first example to be made. I panned over to Joey… A tough, young, Italian who could intimidate any sized man. They both were staring at me with ready arms, waiting to see what my next move would be… I ran and jumped at Chapo. He thrust his arms out towards my airborne body and knocked me over his head and into the screen of the television. My back was aching… I got up and limped towards the doorway… The hand Joey grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. He through a wild haymaker to my left eye and connected. I spun around due to the impact and fell to the floor. I was dazed and couldn’t move for what seemed like an eternity. My eyesight was blurry and I could just make out the two figures standing over me. I started to focus back into reality, and began kicking wildly at the two men. I connected with Joey in the gut, and caught Chapo In the chin as he was reaching for my legs. I scrambled to my feet and ran to the doorway.

Outside of the room I looked both ways to find an elevator. I ran down the hallway as quickly as a man running from demons straight out of hell… I clicked for the elevator, it was four floors above me, but it was slowly on its way. I turned and looked back down the hallway. No one appeared from the room… I looked back towards the elevator: one floor away. One last glance behind my back: I saw Chapo and Joey emerge from the room. Chapo screamed, “Get the man! We can’t let him get away!” Joey was sprinting towards me. I turned as I heard the sound of the elevator doors open up; I took one step in then froze… I was paralyzed… I couldn’t take a step into the elevator… I felt all strength leave my body… I fell to my knees… Half of my body was in the elevator, half remained in the hallway… Seeing their prisoner escaping, Joey pulled his pistol and shot me in the back… I could feel the puddle of blood form around my motionless body… Light faded away… Darkness crept in… It was my new home, the darkness, I would become one with it… The police found my body being constricted over and over again by the elevator doors attempting to close to continue its daily activities…

Joey_Merlino destroyed my best account that day, in a plot controlled by B_W_R to get revenge for being killed… Joey was his puppet, and I have never forgotten his actions towards myself. Not even when he came back as  –Dominic_Degrazzio-…

RIP     The-Dubliner