Southside Smackdown!
Disclaimer: The Southside Misfits are property of Aaron Whitaker. The members of Shadowatch belong to rogue-scholar07 and Marvel Comics. Metallix are mine.
Author's Note: This fic is set between rogue-scholar07's fic "Broken, Beaten, Scarred" (Read it! It's a great one-shot) and my fic "Rockin' in the Southside"!
Chapter 1: A Plan is Formed!
An abandoned firehouse in Chicago, Illinois
If one went by a certain old firehouse in the South Side of Chicago, Illinois, one could swear that despite its appearance of being unused and abandoned, sounds of activity could be heard, light could be seen from the shuttered windows, and a muffled explosion could be occasionally heard erupting from the ground below it.
This firehouse, despite its appearance, served as a fine home and headquarters to Chicago's own team of superhuman protectors, the Southside Misfits. The Southside Misfits were a group of rag-tag young mutants that
"Hahahahaha!" The voice of Mike Baxter laughed as he watched the television. A young mutant of Caucasian and Native American descent, he was codenamed WrongWay. The codename came from his mutant ability to track people and objects. "Oh, Gawd, this show is funny!"
"What're you watching, Mike?" A teenager with black hair in the beginnings of a mullet asked, pulling down his black shades. He was dressed in a white lab coat over a purple-and-black checkerboard shirt with a yellow tie and blue jeans. Born John Bradley Goodwin, the young mutant was known as Johnny B. Goode as a pun on his name. The brains of the Southside Misfits, Johnny B was gifted with the mutant powers of superhuman speed and electrokinesis on top of the thing he was most known for: his intellect.
"This show." Mike grinned, pointing at the TV, a big-screen with a couple smaller TVs around it. "It's called 'Growing Up Biker'."
"Oh yeah, I've heard of that show." Johnny remembered, taking a seat on the couch next to Mike. The two mutants chuckled at the antics of the bikers on the show. "Man, this is hilarious!"
"Yeah, using a motorcycle engine to give more power to a skateboard?" Mike laughed. "HA! Look it! The fat one just went through the wall!"
"I'm okay..." The brown-haired boy, Mitch Dukes, mumbled on the screen, holding his helmet-covered head.
"Good thing you were wearing that helmet, bro." Bryan Dukes was heard remarking on the screen. Mitch nodded.
"Yup." The brown-haired boy nodded. He then turned to the camera with a smile. "Always wear your helmet, kids!"
A building next to a junkyard in Chicago, Illinois
A brown-haired Hispanic young man, dressed in black-and-red and sitting on an armchair, was watching the very same show, "Growing Up Biker", on a television that was salvaged. He was Diablo, the leader of Metallix, a mutant gang that considered all of Chicago their turf. They were also a metal band, the main rivals of the Southside Misfits, although they had recently a new group of rivals. A group that Diablo was currently watching on television.
"Penny for your thoughts, Diablo?" A voice asked him. The young man, Diablo, turned his head and saw a silver-haired boy dressed in black-and-silver approach him. Mercury, his codename came from his own mutant power: The ability to transform himself and parts of his body into shiny silver liquid metal. In that state, Mercury was extremely flexible and durable. He was also one of the smarter members of Metallix.
"What do you want, Mercury?" Diablo asked.
"I was wondering what you were doing." Mercury answered. He noticed what was playing on the television that Diablo was watching. "Ah, I see." The silver-haired boy nodded. "Seeing Shadowatch in action, I assume."
"Mm." The powerhouse responded. "I've been thinking about them ever since we got our butts handed to us by them some time back." (1)
"Yes, they are a cause for concern." Mercury agreed with a nod. "Whoever trained them must've been quite talented in the fighting arts."
"Mm." Diablo muttered, not taking his eyes off the screen. "You see those logos on their costumes?"
"Yes, I did." Mercury nodded. "The red snake logos? Yes, those're Cobra insignias."
"Cobra..." Diablo grumbled. "Just what we need. Those snake clowns. And those Shadowatch punks are directly linked to them." He looked over at Mercury. "How's the training going?" Mercury shrugged.
"As well as it's going to get with this bunch." The silver-haired mutant shrugged. The sound of an explosion could be heard.
"YOU GRABBED MY BUTT!" The insane rainbow-haired mutant girl known only as Spectra was heard screaming. "YOU GONNA DIE!"
"Wait, Spectra!" The voice of the Hispanic energy whip-wielding mutant known as Whiplash was heard yelling. "Stop! You don't understand! It was an accident AIEEE I'M ON FIRE AGAIN! WHY GOD WHY!" Diablo sighed.
"Ah, I see." The mutant gang leader groaned. "I think we'll need a plan to bring down both Shadowatch and the Southside Misfits." Diablo scratched his chin in thought. "Hmmm...I may have an idea..."
"An idea, Diablo?" Mercury blinked.
"Yeah." The devilish mutant nodded. He then shook his head. "Never mind."
"What?" Mercury blinked.
"It was stupid." The gang leader explained. "Basically, I had this idea of sending letters to Shadowatch and the Southside Misfits, making the two teams beat each other up, and then we swoop in and kick the heads in of what remains." Mercury frowned in thought.
"Hmm..."
"What do you think?"
"No offense, Diablo...but that plan sounds very flimsy." Mercury admitted. Diablo nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I thought it was." Diablo nodded. "The only way I could think of to get those two to fight each other was to secretly send notes to the two groups, causing them to want to beat the hell out of one another."
"That's hard to pull off, Diablo." Mercury shook his head. "Those two teams are not stupid. It would take quite some convincing."
"Yeah." Diablo nodded in agreement. "That's why I ditched it. Too much can go wrong." However, what he didn't realize was that he was being overheard. Through the door, a blond-haired teenage boy was listening in.
"Hmmm..." Ringer thought to himself, rubbing his chin. The Metallix member, named because he could form rings made of golden energy that had various effects, was bored and looking for something to do. "That could work, actually..."
"Hey, mon!" A Jamaican-accented voice greeted loudly. Ringer turned around and saw Rhinox, a powerhouse mutant who essentially looked like an anthropomorphic rhinoceros with dreadlocks. "What'cha doing?"
"Dude, not so loud!" Ringer hissed. "I don't want Diablo to hear me!"
"What for?" A confused Rhinox blinked, scratching his head.
"I wanted to hear what Diablo was up to, and I just heard a humdinger of a plan from Diablo, but he's not going to do it!" The blond energy manipulator grinned. "Remember Shadowatch?" Rhinox frowned darkly.
"They rule my nightmares, mon. I still get flashbacks from that beating we took from them."
"Well, Diablo came up with a plan to kick their heads in. He was gonna use the Southside Misfits to do the job!" Ringer grinned.
"Sounds like a good plan, mon." Rhinox scratched his head. "Why wouldn't he do it?"
"Said something about something going wrong." Ringer shrugged. A grin erupted on his face. "But we can do it! I'm tellin' ya, man! You and me! We write some letters that talk some trash, Shadowatch and the Southsiders meet up and beat the crap out of each other, and we swoop in and take the remains to school!" Rhinox had to nod in agreement. It would be a good plan...the rhinoceros-like mutant shrugged.
"Okay. Let's do it!"
"Alright!" Ringer grinned widely. "Diablo is gonna love us for this!"
Well, well, well! Looks like Metallix are going to take another shot at Shadowatch! What insanity will happen next? Will the plan work? Will I stop asking stupid questions? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
(1) – In rogue-scholar07's "Broken, Beaten, Scarred".