Author's Note: The Governor as he appears in this chapter will be based upon David Morrissey's portrayal from the TV series.
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(A middle-aged man with thinning brown hair in a soiled white t-shirt and blue jeans screams as he fires an assault rifle into the air.)
Trevor Philips: The crazed gun and meth kingpin who rules his industry with an iron fist...
(Trevor is shown executing a member of The Lost with a point-blank shotgun blast.)
vs.
(A middle-aged man with brown hair and a patch over his right eye in a black trench coat, dark blue button-up shirt and black pants stares coldly as he produces a Beretta handgun from his coat and points it at the screen.)
The Governor: The tyrannical leader of Woodbury who eliminates all threats to his power without mercy.
(The Governor and his men are shown ambushing a group of surviving National Guardsmen in a hail of gunfire.)
WHO IS DEADLIEST?!
To find out, we've assembled a team of world-class fighters to test history's most lethal weapons. Using 21st-century science, we'll see what happens when two warriors go toe to toe.
No rules. No safety. No mercy. It's a duel to the death to decide who is...THE FICTIONAL DEADLIEST WARRIOR!
Here in our elite fight club, we have gathered doctors, medical scientists and weapons experts to test out the lethal arsenals wielded by each of our combatants to determine who would win a fight between two warriors who have never met in a face to face duel:
Trevor Philips
Appearing from: Grand Theft Auto V
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Activities: Drug dealing, Murder, Arson
The Governor
Appearing from: The Walking Dead TV series
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 230 lbs.
Activities: Leading his army in the zombie apocalypse, Murder
"Things are going to get chaotic. We have a battle between two bonafide madmen. First up we have Trevor Philips, the meth and gun kingpin of Los Santos, and he is going up against the Governor, the leader of the Woodbury community. It is looking to be a brutal, bloody battle where I cannot foresee a winner at this point," biomedical scientist Bradley Foster opened.
"We have to start by addressing the elephant in the room and that is regarding the psychological health of both these men. As you put it, we are dealing with two madmen here. With Trevor Philips, you have a rage driven psychopath prone to violent outbursts and destructive rampages, whose unpredictability puts even his closest associates on edge. On the other side, you have the Governor, who on the surface can be very charming and charismatic, yet deep down he is very volatile and depraved. Couple that with his intelligence and cunning, you have one very dangerous opponent on your hands," trauma doctor Joseph Kaiser followed up.
"Both of these men have massive stockpiles of weapons at their disposal. Trevor Philips has plenty of money coming in from his gun-running and meth operations, meaning he can get his hands on all sorts of brutal firepower whenever he wants. The Governor and his men had to be more determined, more brutal to get the guns they wanted, slaughtering National Guardsmen and raided anywhere else they could get their hands on what they needed," computer expert Eddie Cortez added.
"This is shaping up to be a brutal battle, but first we need to get some combat data before we can find out who will win this thing," Bradley concluded.
The camera cuts to a middle-aged man in a gray suit who picks up an assault rifle and racks the bolt on it.
Up first to represent Trevor Philips will be his long-time associate, Michael DeSanta.
A veteran bank robber, Michael has performed several successful jobs alongside Trevor over the years and knows first-hand what kind of brutality he is capable of.
"You do not want to piss off Trevor Philips. Believe me. He is a certified madman who will shoot you dead just for looking at him cross-eyed," Michael explained.
The camera then cuts to a younger African-American man with his black hair worn in a buzz cut. He has a pistol in hand and stares down the sights.
Also on hand to represent Trevor is Franklin Clinton.
A recent associate of Trevor's, he has worked alongside the grizzled veteran and knows his way around a gunfight.
"Trevor Philips is a madman, plain and simple. This Governor guy, he doesn't know what the fuck he's getting himself into," Franklin said.
Born and raised in Canada, Trevor Philips displayed violent tendencies from an early age that ruined his attempts to fit into society. Following a turbulent childhood, he would attempt to join the Air Force but was discharged due to his mental instability. It wasn't long after his discharge he met Michael Townley and then his life changed forever.
"Trevor and I started small, escorting cargo across the border. It wasn't long after that we stepped it up and started pulling off bank jobs. He and I were partners for a long time up until 2004 when our last job went south. After that, he disappeared and I didn't know whether or not he had survived," Michael explained.
Fleeing to the outskirts of Los Santos after the botched bank robbery, Trevor would go on establish his small criminal operation that continued until a fateful reunion with his former associate kicked off a crime spree that tore a trail of mayhem through Los Santos, yet netting a massive profit for all parties involved.
"T might be one crazy fool, but he always gets the job done and does whatever it takes," Franklin concluded.
Using the profits from his meth operation, Trevor was able to secure himself a cache of top-notch guns:
Short Range: HK P2000
Mid-Range: Mossberg M590A1
Long Range: Norinco Type 56-2
Special Weapon: M249 Squad Automatic Weapon
But how will the kingpin stand up when he is pitted against an equally unstable, equally homicidal challenger?
The camera cuts to a man in a tan jacket with brown hair and a graying beard. A large revolver strapped to his side, yet he is more focused on the shotgun in front of him as he pumps it at points it at the camera.
Up first to represent the Governor will be Rick Grimes.
A former sheriff's deputy now leading his group of survivors through a harsh landscape dominated by the dead, Rick and his group clashed with the Governor as they sought to protect the prison they had claimed as their home, ending in a costly battle that saw the facility overrun by walkers.
"The Governor is as dangerous as they come. The smartest thing Trevor can do is jump in his car and get the hell outta Dodge," Rick started.
The camera then cuts to an African-American woman with her black hair worn in long dreadlocks and a katana strapped to her back. She is shown inspecting a line of bullets hanging out a machine gun before looking to the camera with her brow furrowed.
Also on hand to represent The Governor will be Michonne Hawthorne.
Having fought and been in the captivity of the Governor, Michonne knows his brutality first-hand.
"Don't be fooled. He might seem like a nice guy at first, but he is as sadistic as you can imagine. We lost a lot of good people fighting him and barely lost our own lives. I doubt some drugged up loser will take him down before we can," Michonne grumbled.
Once an ordinary family man whose life was forever changed by the zombie apocalypse, Philip Blake gathered a small group of survivors and together they traversed through hostile territory until they discovered the abandoned town of Woodbury. Once the community was secured, it became a fortified haven in the harsh new world and the grateful inhabitants came to admire his leadership, bestowing upon him the moniker of "The Governor."
"The people of that community looked up to him. They trusted him with their lives. He manipulated them into believing we were the bad guys while he and his thugs were raiding camps and killing innocent people," Michonne spoke with great bitterness.
Under the Governor's leadership, the Woodbury community would come into conflict with a group of survivors inhabiting a nearby prison, resulting in an ambush that saw his people demoralized and threatening to desert him, only to be slaughtered for their insubordination. It wasn't long before he happened across another group of survivors and would also manipulate them into attacking the prison, resulting in heavy casualties on both sides and being overrun by walkers.
"The Governor thinks he is fighting to save civilization, but in the end, he ultimately fights for one person – himself. He has no regard for others and that is what makes him so deadly," Rick ended.
Through raiding survivor camps and taking whatever they could find, the Governor and his militia procured an arsenal that allowed them to take on anybody in their path, human or walker:
Short Range: Beretta 92SB
Mid-Range: Ithaca 37
Long Range: Steyr AUG A1
Special Weapon: Browning M2HB
When both men took on enemies at close range, they relied upon their trusted sidearms. Up first will be Trevor Philips with an accurate, easily concealed killer, the HK P2000.
(Trevor is shown shooting down a Varrios Los Aztecas member in cold blood with the HK P2000.)
HK P2000
Semi-Automatic
Length: 6.8"
Weight: 1.36 lbs.
Cartridge: .40 S&W, .357 SIG and 9x19 Parabellum
Clip Size: 12 Rounds
"It's lightweight, accurate, maneuverable, and easily concealed," Michael said as he pulled the gun out from his sport coat and showed the panelists, "It's ideal for when you want to take someone by surprise."
"Then we're eager to see it tested out," Bradley said motioning to the range set up behind him, "Here we have 5 targets set up, 2 moving and 3 static, one of which is a ballistic gel torso which simulates the density and viscosity of real human flesh and bone. We want to see the power and accuracy and you have one clip to make your point."
"No problem," Michael nodded and took his position at the firing line.
"Alright, on 3...2...1, open fire!"
Michael started by shooting one of the static targets, a bottle filled with stage blood. The bottle shattered and he turned his sights on the second target, firing a round that missed before steadying his aim and squeezing the trigger to shatter it in another crimson explosion. He then turned his attention to the moving targets, two small wooden circular targets. He nailed the first target with his first shot but took two more shots before he finally managed to strike the second moving target. With all other targets accounted for, he shifted his sights to the gel torso and fired two shots into its gut, followed by two more to its chest, and then finishing it off with around to the face before his gun clicked empty.
"All targets have been accounted for. Michael, how are you feeling right now?" Bradley asked.
"This thing has a tiny kick to it. I barely felt anything," Michael smirked, "Nothing short of childish."
"Well this guy would be feeling the pain," Dr. Kaiser spoke as he examined the gel target, "Your first two shots tear through this guy's gut. Chances are, he'll still be alive, but doubled over in pain. Your next two shots are tearing through this guy's heart for an instant kill, as is the shot to the face, going through and blowing his brains out."
"Out of 12 shots, we have 9 hits and 3 misses. Good job," Eddie added.
"Team Governor, your thoughts?" Bradley asked looking over to Rick and Michonne.
"Don't get too comfortable. The Governor was quite the shot himself and I don't think he'd be pissing through bullets like you were," Rick commented.
Answering Trevor's challenge, the Governor fires back with a variation of the official pistol of the United States military, the Beretta 92SB.
(The Governor is shown putting a dying man out of his misery with a shot to the head from his Beretta.)
Beretta 92SB
Semi-Automatic
Length: 8.5 in.
Weight: 34 oz.
Cartridge: 9×19mm Parabellum
Clip Size: 15 Rounds
"This gun is lighter and just as every bit accurate as the P2000," Rick said showing off his gun to the panelists, "The 'surprise' will be on this Philips guy when he underestimates the Governor."
"Well, it's the same test for you. When you are ready," Bradley spoke to Rick.
The former deputy nodded and got into position.
"Rick, on 3...2...1, open fire!"
Rick took his time and lined up his shot, his first bullet tearing through the first bottle before he switched his sights to the second bottle and shattered it following his next shot. With the bottles shattered, he switched his attention to the moving circles and managed to barely clip the first circle before firing another round closer to the center. He shifted his sights on the next moving target and missed his first two shots before striking with the third. Not wanting to waste any more bullets, he turned his attention to the gel target and fired three rounds into its chest before firing into the dome of the skull and leaving a noticeable crack down the middle of the skull. He wasn't finished as two more rounds tore through the dummy's face.
"I think he's got the message," Rick called back as the dummy's face was turned a dark shade of crimson from the multiple leaking torrents of stage blood.
"And I can see why," Dr. Kaiser said examining the wounds left behind, "Compliments of a punctured aorta and collapsed lung. Your first shot to this guy's face just tore a chunk out of his dome and his skull is starting to fall apart inside of his head."
"Altogether you had 11 out of 13 shots fired with 2 bullets left in reserve," Bradley reported.
"He had enough. I didn't need to waste my last bullets," Rick shrugged.
"Trevor wouldn't mess around. He would fire every round until he knew you were dead," Michael commented.
"You never know if someone else is nearby. He would be screwed," Rick replied.
Both pistols dealt their damage, but where do our panelists stand?
"We've seen similar Beretta models tested on here before, but I'm tempted to go with the P2000 after taking into account its effective range and it being able to use different types of ammo. Sure, the Beretta carries more rounds, but I think the effective range is more important in this case. Edge Trevor Philips," Bradley started.
"I disagree. I'm going with the Beretta on this one. For me, it falls to magazine size. As Rick pointed out, you never know when another enemy could be nearby, hence the need for the extra bullets. Edge Governor," Dr. Kaiser countered.
The tiebreaker would fall to Eddie.
"I'm siding with Doc on this one. More bullets win the day in the end. Edge Governor."
In short-range weapons, The Governor takes the edge with the Beretta 92SB.
Stay tuned as we prepare for a battle between two madmen to determine who is "Fictional Deadliest Warrior!"
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Trevor Philips and The Governor, two homicidal maniacs who have never met face to face, until now!
"With Trevor Philips, you're talking about a guy who burned down an entire shopping mall after his dad abandoned him there as a kid!" Michael said.
"The Governor murdered a whole bunch of his people without even blinking an eye when they refused to carry out his orders! Imagine what he would do when some random asshole crosses his path," Michonne spoke.
When the battle got up close and personal, both men relied upon deadly shotguns to do their bidding. The Governor relied upon a tried and proven killer as he fought to survive in a post-apocalyptic nightmare, the Ithaca 37.
(A Woodbury militia member drops a prison defender with a blast to the chest from his Ithaca 37.)
Ithaca 37
Pump-Action
Length: 30 in.
Weight: 6.5 lbs.
Cartridge: 12-Gauge
Feed System: 5 Rounds
"After everything went to hell, a lot of guns left lying around. Being down in the rural areas, people packed the bigger guns and you'd find a lot of these bad boys around," Rick said showing off his shotgun to the panelists, "It doesn't hold as many shells as a military or law enforcement model, but you couldn't afford to be picky at a time like this."
"We want to see the destructive power of your friend there and to do that, we have a charging 'walker' represented by the next closest thing to human flesh," Bradley mentioned as a suspended pig carcass was wheeled into view. "You've got 3 shots to make your point."
"You got it," Rick said getting into position.
"Then on 3...2...1, release the walker!"
The 'walker' came charging toward Rick on a zip line, who raised the gun and blew the pig's head apart before he pumped and fired again, leaving a ragged crater in the pig's stomach. With one more shot, he pumped and fired into the pig's chest, leaving another gaping hole.
"Done!" Rick called out.
Dr. Kaiser surveyed the carnage from a safe distance, "Stick a fork in him he's done. Your first shot leaves this guy brainless, your second turned his guts into stew, and your last one pureed his heart."
"The Governor would want to send a message. The more gruesome, the better," Rick replied.
"Trevor wouldn't care. He's too damn unstable. He'll charge head-on in and he's got a more reliable shotgun for the job," Franklin replied.
Answering the Governor's challenge, Trevor returns fire with a shotgun in use since the 1960s, the Mossberg.
(Trevor is shown dropping two members of The Lost in succession with repeated blasts from his Mossberg.)
Mossberg M590A1
Pump-Action
Length: 34 in.
Weight: 7.5 lbs.
Cartridge: 12-Gauge
Feed System: 8 Rounds
"Trevor once used one of these shotguns to massacre an entire motorcycle gang. This gun is probably one of the only things he trusts in this entire world," Franklin explained showing off the shotgun.
"How far can you get with that?" Eddie asked.
"Anything up to 65 yards would be dead by now," Michael answered.
"It's the same test for you, Franklin. We want to see how much damage the Mossberg can do and we want 3 shots," Bradley spoke.
"No problem at all," Franklin said getting into position.
"Then on 3...2...1, release the pig!"
The pig came riding down on the zip line towards Franklin, who raised his gun and fired, blowing a hole through its chest. He pumped the shotgun and fired again, blowing another hole in the pig's chest before pumping one last time and firing a blast into the pig's gut.
"Now you've had enough," Franklin said to his inanimate opponent.
Dr. Kaiser made his way over to examine the damage, "From your first shot alone, I can fist my fist right through where his heart should be and it comes out the other side," he said literally sticking his fist through the hole and pulled it out covered in blood and innards, "This is a kill without question. I'd say the same about your other two shots. It's all just so damn nasty."
"Plus, we carry more shells. While your pirate buddy is reloading, we're still killing," Michael added.
Both shotguns tore through their targets in gruesome displays of brutality, but where do our panelists stand?
"Both of these shotguns are even in terms of effectiveness and overall brutality, but the Mossberg carries more shells and that ultimately wins it the edge for me," Bradley started.
"I agree. More shells, edge Mossberg," Dr. Kaiser said as Eddie nodded in agreement.
In mid-range weapons, Trevor Philips takes the edge with the Mossberg M590A1.
Trevor Philips versus The Governor, it's a dangerous back and forth struggles. Stay tuned!
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The Governor and Trevor Philips – two dangerous madmen who will eliminate any threat in their way with extreme prejudice.
"The Governor is a wannabe. He's an office drone trying to play tough. Trevor is truly violent and unstable. He won't just stop and killing this guy. He'll burn his whole damn town to the ground, take all his stuff, and probably even have his way with his old lady afterward," Michael spoke.
"Trevor Philips is no different from any of the meth heads I dealt with before everything went to hell. The Governor, he's a different ball game. He won't just kill you. He'll kill your whole family and all your friends too," Rick spoke.
When the battle went to a long-range, both men relied upon assault rifles to take down their enemies. When Trevor Philips needed to lay down fire, he relied upon a variant of the famed AK-47, the Norinco Type 56-2.
(Trevor is shown gunning down members of the O'Neil Brothers with a torrent of fire from his Norinco.)
Norinco Type 56-2
Length: 34.4 in.
Weight: 8.60 lbs.
Cartridge: 7.62×39mm
Clip Size: 30 Rounds
"Thanks to all the meth money Trevor has coming in, he can afford the most terrifying and reliable weapons out there, like yours truly," Michael said raising his rifle to show before racking the bolt and looking down the sights, "It has the durability and killing power you'd expect from the AK series."
"Talk all you want, but we've got the accuracy on our side," Michonne spoke up.
To counter the drug kingpin's attack, The Governor fights back with a staple of military and law enforcement units worldwide, the Steyr AUG A1.
(The Governor is shown gunning down defecting members of his militia with a flurry from his Steyr.)
Steyr AUG A1
Length: 27.2 in.
Weight: 7.3 lbs.
Cartridge: 5.56×45mm NATO
Clip Size: 30 Rounds
"It has a bullpup design that makes it ideal for indoor combat and telescopic sights good for sniping at targets when you're outdoors," Michonne explained showing her rifle off and then peering through the scope.
"We've already seen similar variants of these weapons tested on here before and we've come up with a two-part test this time around," Bradley explained before motioning two the range behind him.
"We've given you each 2 clips for your respective rifles. For your first test, we've set up 10 targets on both sides to test the accuracy and effective range of both guns," he said showing off the racks where the targets were positioned, mostly small glass bottles, hanging bulbs and plates. "Once you've expended your first clips, you will move on to the second part, where we will test off the killing potential of both guns. There will be 6 enemy targets to deal with on both sides and one clip to take them down. When you are ready."
Both experts nodded and took their respective positions before giving each other a dirty glare.
"Shooters, are you ready?"
Michael and Michonne called out simultaneously.
"Then on 3...2...1, open fire!"
The experts squeezed the triggers and there was a thundering rattle of two guns firing at once, followed by the shattering of glass and the spill of artificial crimson as both of them managed to hit a target, a glass bottle for Michael and a suspended bulb for Michonne.
Michael fired a few more rounds at a rapid pace, managing to hit two plates and two more bottles, yet missing a few shots before he finally hit one of the bulbs. More shots rang out as he tore a chunk out of another plate and sent glass shards flying all over with another direct hit. It took some effort before he finally hit the other suspended bulb, having wasted three shots in the process. He continued firing until his clip ran dry, but by then, all targets were either shattered or mostly broken.
Michonne meanwhile took her time, trying to snipe at the targets thanks to her telescopic sights. Still, she struggled with most of her shots only clipping her targets as she only broke the neck off one bottle before completely shattering the other. Unfortunately, her competitive nature got the better of her and her shooting became more reckless as she saw Michael making his way to the next station, leaving one target untouched before her clip ran dry and she was forced to run after him.
Michael reached his next stop and ejected his spent clip before inserting a fresh one. It was then the first target popped up and he fired a three short burst into its chest before a second foam target came creeping into view and he fired a round through its collarbone before firing another round through its sternum and then two that blew off its lower jaw. The third target came speeding into view faster, but the veteran bank robber switched his focus and fired 4 rounds that caught the target in its chest and stomach before the fourth popped up from behind a wooden crate, taking a barrage that obliterated the upper half of its head. His last targets popped up at the same time and Michael focused on the one closest to him with three shots to its chest before turning to the last target and shooting it twice in its chest and then three times in the face, splitting it open down the middle in a gory display.
Michonne wasn't too far behind Michael and came to a stop at the designated checkpoint, ejecting her spent clip and sliding in a new one just as her first enemy target popped. She aimed and fired 3 rounds through its chest before the second target came rolling into view, falling before another barrage to its chest. The third target sped into view and she barely caught it with a round through the shoulder before adding two extra shots to the chest. The fourth target popped up from behind an oil drum, only to eat 4 rounds before her last two targets popped up at the same time. She turned to her left and fired a three-shot burst through the target closest to her and then dropped the last target with a barrage that saw it taking three rounds to the face.
"Time!" Bradley called out, "Michael, you completed this course in 17 seconds. Michonne, you completed it in 22."
Dr. Kaiser made his way over to assess the damage done to the targets, starting with Michael's side.
"Wow, these bullets just tore through this guy, and in such a close-knit grouping it's almost hard to tell he was hit more than once. This guy's right lung has been left in tatters. Your next guy had a bullet tearing through some vital muscles and veins. He would have died from that alone without the sternum shot, or you just destroying his lower jaw," he spoke as he observed that, followed by the craters left in the next target's chest and then picking up the remnants of the heads from both targets with their heads obliterated, "I don't think I need to say any more with these guys. You are 6 for 6 in kills," the good doctor reported before making his way over to Michonne's targets.
"I'm seeing tight-knit groupings right off the bat. I notice how smooth the round goes through compared to the Norinco's. Yet at the same time, it's no mercy shown. Most of your shots were instant kills, aside from your third guy. He's not dead away, but he would be at your mercy as you tore through his shoulder. Altogether you are 6 for 6 in kills," the doctor concluded.
The Norinco Type 56-2 and the Steyr AUG A1, two assault rifles that proved their effectiveness in a two-part test. Where do our panelists stand?
"Both of these guns did what they were designed to do, and that eliminates the targets before them. It was a close contest for me all around, but I think of the overall punch delivered by the Norinco and that wins it for me in the end. Edge Trevor," Bradley started.
"Things were more gruesome in the end, which I expected when you have an AK type of gun. It's greater power allowed the user to kill with much more damage in less time. Edge Norinco," Dr. Kaiser seconded.
"I disagree. For me, the A1 just seemed more accurate from a farther away range. Edge A1," Eddie concluded.
In long-range weapons, Trevor Philips takes the edge with the Norinco Type 56-2.
Coming up, the big guns are brought out for a flesh-tearing display of mayhem and then later, Trevor Philips and the Governor clash in a brutal battle of madmen to determine who will be "The Fictional Deadliest Warrior."
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Trevor Philips and The Governor, two madmen ready to fight it out.
With our testing nearly completed, it is now time to bring out the big guns.
When the Governor needed to tear through oncoming hordes of walkers, he relied upon a trusted heavy duty killer that has seen action in every major U.S. conflict since World War II, the Browning M2HB heavy machine gun.
(One of the Governor's lieutenants is shown firing a mounted Browning upon an approaching horde of walkers, reducing them to shreds in one salvo.)
Browning M2HB
Weight: 83.78 lbs. (127.87 w/tripod)
Length: 65 in.
Cartridge: .50 BMG
Capacity: 200 Rounds
"The Governor and his men managed to get their hands on one of these after they ambushed a group of surviving National Guardsmen and then used it when they attacked the prison," Michonne explained as she stood near a Browning mounted on a tripod, "It's a variation of the classic Browning M2 that can be mounted on vehicles, or set up in an emplacement. This can tear through anything in its way."
"But you're just a sitting duck with that thing," Franklin cut in, "Our big gun offers more freedom of movement, plus it's damn scary accurate."
Undeterred, Team Philips returns fire with a portable American-made flesh shredder, the M249 Squad Automatic Weapon.
(Trevor is shown using his M249 to mow down a squad of approaching NOOSE agents.)
M249 Squad Automatic Weapon
Weight: 22 lbs.
Length: 40.75 in.
Cartridge: 5.56×45mm NATO
Capacity: 100 Rounds
"This bad boy is scary accurate for as powerful as it is. I've seen T drop police choppers with this thing," Franklin explained as he showed the light machine gun off.
"Those bad boys look like they can bring the pain and we have the perfect scenario devised for them," Bradley spoke as he motioned to a hilltop behind him, where several foam targets were spread out on the ground below. "We have a horde of 'walkers' descending upon your position. We have 20 incoming attackers, 15 static and 5 charging, and you have an entire chain to hold them off. We're looking to test the accuracy, effective range, and overall killing power of both guns. The test ends when you have used up all of your ammo. Michonne, you're up first."
Michonne nodded and took her position at the emplaced Browning on the hilltop, while Rick took a position at her side to hold the bullet chain in place.
"Michonne, are you ready?"
"Ready!" she called back.
"Then on 3...2...1, tear down this horde!"
On cue, the charging targets were sent up the hill towards Michonne and she wasted no time depressing the Browning's trigger, a thunderous roar following as the bullets flew out of the barrel and tore through the charging targets, tearing large chunks out of their foam surfaces as well as the heads off two of the approaching targets.
"Damn, look at that power right off the bat," Eddie commented.
"I know. It's like they're being sent through a meat grinder," Bradley replied as Michonne continued firing away and tearing large ragged holes through her targets.
Her high-powered rounds easily tore through the targets they connected with, while those that missed kicked up dirt and clouds of dust as she moved further out with her shots. It wasn't long before there were more chunks of foam torn away, followed by flashes of red from the stage blood inside. She continued firing away until the gun clicked empty.
"All done!"
"Done in 33 seconds. Not bad!" Bradley called back.
Dr. Kaiser made his way over to assess the damage done to all targets, starting with the roving targets at the front.
"It's hard to tell exactly the amount of rounds that tore through each guy at this point. The sheer power allowed you to just tear through these guys like they were nothing. This likely wouldn't be much different from if there had been actual living human beings in front of you," the doctor reported.
He made his way down to assess the damage done to each target present, "You managed to mow down the entire horde from your location. A good job overall, bringing the pain even as you began striking your targets farther out."
"That's quite an impressive showing. Team Trevor, are you still feeling up to the challenge?" Bradley asked Franklin and Michael.
"I'd be surprised if Trevor still left you breathing after asking such a question," Michael smirked.
"Screw that. I'm game!" Franklin said as he took a prone position with the M249 on the hilltop.
"Alright Franklin, the same test for you. On 3...2...1, open fire!"
Franklin squeezed the trigger and the M249 roared to life, quickly tearing the chest of his closest target apart, but yet he halted and began shooting through the moving targets with carefully controlled bursts before he began focusing on the farther away static targets.
"He's not kidding around. That's some pretty damn accurate shooting for a machine gun," Eddie commented.
Franklin continued firing away until nothing happened.
"Dammit! Jam!" Franklin called out as he desperately racked the bolt.
"That's not good. He would be a sitting duck," Bradley replied.
"And food for the walkers," Dr. Kaiser added.
Franklin managed to clear the jam and rose to his feet, pushing his way down the hill and gunning down any remaining targets until his bullets ran out.
"Done!" he called out.
"39 seconds," Bradley answered.
Dr. Kaiser made his way over to assess the damage done, "I'm seeing some scary accuracy for a gun so big and powerful," he said as he examined the torn out chunks and large holes left behind, "These guys are dead before they hit the ground."
"That was damn vicious, yet I was troubled by that jam," Bradley piped in, "That could be a difference between life and death in an actual firefight."
"Knowing T, he'd still have an entire arsenal at his disposal. He's crazy, but he ain't stupid," Franklin replied.
"Also quite the touch you put at the end when you brought the pain right to them," Eddie added, referring to Franklin's trip down the hill.
"I'm just showing off how I can move around with this baby. I'm not stuck in one place waiting for a bunch of brain-eating freaks to come at me at once," Franklin said proudly showing off his machine gun before looking over to Rick and Michonne, "Once those 'walkers' reach you, you're fucked."
"Keep getting ahead of yourself like that and The Governor would be having your head in his fish tank," Michonne replied.
Both machine guns showed off their devastating capabilities, but where do our panelists stand?
"I thought this would be close to calling based upon the devastating power of both guns, but I feel inclined to give this to the Browning. It has the greater effective range, more bullets, and the more powerful round, and with that, the greater killing power," Bradley started.
"The only thing the M249 has on its side is portability, which can be ideal for a squad versus squad battle, yet everything else goes in favor of the Browning. Edge Governor," Dr. Kaiser seconded.
"I thought this would be closer too, but the Browning won me over. Edge Browning," Eddie concluded.
In Special Weapons, The Governor takes the edge with the Browning M2HB heavy machine gun.
As it is with all warriors, there is a critical X-factor that makes them who they are. For Trevor Philips, it's his unrelenting rage.
"Trevor's rage knows no boundaries. Sometimes he gets into this zone – the 'red mist' as he calls it – where everything goes red. It's like he doesn't feel anything at all. He just keeps going forward. Anything that gets in his way ends up dead right on the spot. It's not uncommon to find the place littered with corpses once he comes down from it," Michael explained.
For the Governor, it is his sheer cunning.
"To survive in our world, you have to be smart and above all, you have to be cunning. The Governor was able to get people on his side through his skillful manipulation and get them thinking they were working to create a better world. When you got on his bad side, he knew how to exploit your weaknesses. He was willing to use whatever he had at his disposal, even if it meant bringing the dead into the mix," Michonne explained.
Coming up, two madmen clash and only one will be declared "The Fictional Deadliest Warrior!"
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With our testing complete and our X-factors evaluated, we are now one step closer to determining who will be "The Fictional Deadliest Warrior."
Our teams tested 4 weapons used by Trevor Philips: The HK P2000 handgun, the Mossberg M590A1 shotgun, Norinco Type 56-2 assault rifle, and the M249 Squad Automatic weapon.
On the opposite side, 4 weapons used by The Governor were tested for battle: the Beretta 92SB handgun, Ithaca 37 shotgun, Steyr AUG A1 assault rifle, and the Browning M2HB heavy machine gun.
In close range, the extra rounds of the Beretta enabled it to barely pass the HK P2000.
EDGE: The Governor
In mid-range weapons, the Mossberg's extra rounds blew through the Ithaca's counter-attack.
EDGE: Trevor Philips
In long-range, the Norinco's greater stopping power and greater reliability triumphed over the Steyr.
EDGE: Trevor Philips
And lastly, the stronger rounds and extra bullets of the Browning tore through the SAW's defenses.
EDGE: The Governor
Our scientists and weapons experts are done testing. The results are in and the time has come to decide who will be the victor. The battle will be fought in a 5-on-5 squad battle between Trevor Philips and 4 of his meth dealers going against The Governor and 4 members of the Woodbury militia. To ensure the battle won't be decided by a single lucky blow, the battle will be simulated one thousand times in a duel to the death.
Who will win in a battle between two similar, yet different foes?
Madman
(Trevor is shown shooting up a Lost MC camp with a barrage from his assault rifle.)
vs. Madman
(The Governor is shown stabbing a man in the gut with his Bowie knife as he looks up in horror.)
Calculation
(The Governor addresses his people while giving a sly glance to his armed lieutenants.)
vs. Rage
(Trevor screams in rage before mowing down a group of soldiers with his M249.)
Kingpin
(Trevor looks on as some of his underlings load fresh boxes into the back of his Bodhi while a businessman presents him with a briefcase lined with dollar bills.)
vs. Survivor
(The Governor and his militiamen are shown fighting off an oncoming horde of walkers with every gun at their disposal.)
"Everything is all set. Time to light this candle," Eddie said as he typed in a few commands before hitting the 'ENTER' key.
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The tension is high on another sweltering day in Sandy Shores as the meth kingpin Trevor Philips barks out orders to his 4 underlings present.
The four men are working feverishly to salvage whatever meth-cooking equipment, finished product and weapons they can get as the dead have suddenly begun rising and are closing in on the Liquor Ace they used as a front.
It was all too crazy, even for Trevor Philips himself as he stood looking out a second-floor window with a Norinco Type 56-2 assault rifle in his hands, having shot down several of those rotting freaks as they closed in. Even as the world was coming to its end, he was determined to keep Trevor Philips Industries up and running. There would be survivors out there still needing something to take the edge off and he would be the man to provide it.
Nobody would stand in his way, not even that one-eyed freak from out east who had massacred one of his patrols three days earlier.
Trevor Philips: 5
Several miles away a National Guard HMMWV was racing towards the crumbling community of Sandy Shores. Inside were 4 men with a fifth manning the mounted Browning M2HB machine gun.
In the front passenger seat sat a one-eyed man with a Steyr AUG A1 assault rifle clasped in his hands.
He was none other than The Governor, having found himself and a small group of loyalists forced out west by the encroaching hordes of the walking dead.
Woodbury may have fallen, but he was determined that he would find a new community to settle, where he would start over and realize his dream of becoming the man who saved civilization. No one would stand in his way, not even some crazed meth dealer.
It was through some of his scouts he learned of a local weapons dealer and it would be there he and his surviving followers would find the guns they needed. First, they needed to find the dealer and eliminate him. No doubt they were on his radar after taking out one of his patrols three days earlier and absconding with the guns and ammo they carried.
The Governor: 5
Back at the Liquor Ace, the goods are nearly loaded when Trevor spots a Humvee from his perch. It is racing towards the liquor store and equipped with a mounted machine gun.
"Boys, look alive! We've got company!" Trevor called out.
The dealers heard their boss' call and reached for their weapons, one man grabbing a Mossberg M590A1 shotgun off the nearby table, two more grabbing Type 56-2 rifles of their own, and the last man hefting an M249 SAW.
The riflemen both ran out to intercept the oncoming Humvee and the machine gunner was there to offer cover fire, yet the Humvee's gunner spotted them and depressed the trigger. The Browning roared to life and one of the riflemen was torn apart in a flurry of .50 caliber rounds, leaving him nothing more than a crimson stain upon the pavement.
Trevor Philips: 4 – The Governor: 5
The other meth heads were forced into cover and pinned down by the heavy rounds being fired upon them, but Trevor waited for the Humvee to draw closer before he took aim and fired a salvo that managed to strike the gunner with rounds to his head and neck.
Trevor Philips: 4 – The Governor: 4
The Humvee ground to a halt behind a small building and one by one The Governor and his remaining men piled out, the one-eyed leader taking cover behind a concrete barrier and firing upon the meth head armed with the M249, catching the man in the arm and forcing him to drop his big gun.
Two other militia members were equipped with Steyr rifles, while the last carried an Ithaca 37. They engaged the meth heads in a back and forth shoot out as the Governor observed the building where his enemies were holed up. Darting for cover behind an abandoned pickup truck, he peered around and through his scope, he spotted some potentially flammable materials that could work in his favor.
He was jarred from his thoughts as shattered glass rained down upon him and he peeked around to see one of the riflemen focused on him. He noted the man's lack of discipline as the meth head fired away wildly at him and it was when he assumed the man was out of ammo that he peeked out and fired a burst that tore through the man's chest.
Trevor Philips: 3 – The Governor: 4
By now Trevor had joined with his surviving men and continued firing away at their attackers until his Norinco ran dry. Seeing the fallen M249 lying nearby, he scooped it up and let out a feral cry of rage as he depressed the trigger and quickly reduced one of the militiamen to mulch as his rounds ripped the man's chest and stomach apart.
Trevor Philips: 3 – The Governor: 3
It didn't end there as the meth kingpin sprayed everything he could, striking an oil drum and a gas can in a torrent that produced multiple explosions. He also set his sights on a few abandoned cars nearby and fired away until smoke was billowing out from beneath their hoods and more explosions followed.
He kept firing until he felt a hand clamping down on his ankle and looked down to see his rifleman – a man felled in a flurry of gunfire just moments earlier – having somehow sprung back to life and let out a feral snarl as he tried pulling his foot towards his opened mouth.
Trevor managed to yank his foot free and then brought his boot down on top of the man's skull, repeating the process until he was rewarded with a sickening crack and the man's brains splayed all over his pant leg.
The lapse in concentration would come back to haunt the meth dealers as The Governor used the distraction to sneak up alongside the building, where he noticed the gas can he spotted from a distance now overturned and leaking gasoline onto the floor, precariously close to some of the cooking equipment that had not yet been gathered.
Slinging the Steyr over his shoulder, he drew his Beretta 92SB sidearm and fired a round into the rapidly expanding trail. The commotion caused the kingpin and his followers to jump as they whirled around to find the cooking equipment about to be swallowed up.
"Get out of here!" Trevor shouted to his men before taking off through the side door that led into the first-floor store and before a blast rang out that launched him through the display window.
The meth kingpin was fortunate, but his other rifleman was not and laid on the ground unable to move his scorched legs. It left him to the mercy of the shotgun-toting militiaman, who finished him off with a blast that obliterated the majority of his skull.
Trevor Philips: 2 – The Governor: 3
The blast separated Trevor and his remaining henchman, the meth head gripping his Mossberg tightly as he struggled to maintain his balance after having his world rocked. His hearing was shot and he couldn't tell if the rumbling in the distance was from the following blaze or the gunshots.
He wouldn't have much more time to contemplate as a bullet tore through the back of his head.
Trevor Philips: 1 – The Governor: 3
The Governor looked on quietly as the smoke billowed from the Steyr's barrel.
Yet he was not yet satisfied and turned to address his surviving followers when he heard their footsteps coming from behind.
"Bring me the kingpin's head," he ordered.
The two militiamen nodded and split up to search for any clues on the missing madman's whereabouts.
Trevor looked on as his meth lab went up in smoke and spied the surviving assailants looking for him, including that one-eyed bastard himself.
From a distance, he could hear the same ravenous calls of the walking dead. No doubt they were being drawn in by the commotion and would soon be overrunning the place.
The militia shotgunner continued his patrol near some abandoned houses as he searched for the elusive drug dealer, eventually coming across a small shack where he spotted what appeared to be fresh blood through the opened door.
Raising his Ithaca he carefully approached and made his way inside, only to find another one of those 'walkers' lying dead near an overturned kitchen table, one of the legs broken off and jammed through its opened mouth.
He was about to leave when a low rumbling caught his attention. The noise grew louder and he made his way over to a broken window, only for his eyes to grow wide in horror when he realized what it was.
There was an explosion of wooden debris and a thunderous crash as a large red truck plowed through the wall and the hapless militiaman was sent flying backward against a wall, the force of the collision strong enough to snap his spinal cord.
"Surprise, dickhead," Trevor said as he climbed out of the driver's seat with a Mossberg in hand and fired a blast into the man's face, obliterating his skull.
Trevor Philips: 1 – The Governor: 2
Trevor ejected the spent shell casing and exited the decimated shack, only to find himself coming face to face with the last militia member, who raised his Steyr and began firing away.
Trevor dove for cover behind an abandoned motorcycle and then crept along until he was behind another broken down car, popping out and firing another shotgun blast.
The Governor heard the commotion from nearby and rushed over to join his remaining henchman, both of them firing upon the meth kingpin.
Trevor grunted as the bullets rained down upon him, his rage growing with every passing second.
If it weren't bad enough with the dead already encroaching upon his home, now he was dealing with some opportunistic shit stains moving in and destroying his main lab in the region. He was ready to take them down, skin their corpses, and then feed them to those zombies milling about.
And then a round tore through his right bicep, followed by another grazing his side and then a through and through shot entering through his thigh.
Everything went red from there and time seemed to slow down as he stepped into the open and fired away at his assailants, guided only by instinct as he moved forward. He pumped his shotgun and fired in repeated motions, the deafening booms muffled as he marched. His opponents didn't know what to make of the spectacle, yet kept firing away. He only kept moving until his shotgun emptied.
Even though the red mist he was able to make out the remaining militiaman rushing after him, yet he brought his shotgun up and swung the butt into the man's jaw. Tossing the emptied gun aside, he drew the HK P2000 and fired 3 rounds into the man's face.
Trevor Philips: 1 – The Governor: 1
The Governor watched as the madman marched towards him lacking regard for his safety and those around him, effortlessly dropping his last man and brutally executing him. He aimed and fired three rounds into the approaching kingpin, fresh crimson blotches covering the man's already soiled white t-shirt.
Yet he just kept marching forward in a haze of rage.
For Trevor Philips, he felt nothing when he was this pissed off. Bullets striking him were nothing; they were just mere mosquito bites.
The only thing he cared about now was killing this "Governor" and he continued his forward march, his body on autopilot as the world around him was bathed in the red mist of pure, unadulterated madness. Through the mist, he spotted his enemy aiming and he raised the P2000 to fire a round through the madman's hand, forcing him to drop his rifle and retreat.
The Governor grunted in pain as the bullet tore through his hand and he was forced to retreat into a nearby barn. He took cover behind a tractor and drew his Beretta with one hand and using the other to draw a cloth that he haphazardly wrapped around his wound.
He waited until the front doors came flying open as Trevor Philips came barreling through and announced "HEEEERRRREEEEEEE'S T-REVOR!"
He popped out and fired upon the meth kingpin with only one of his rounds managing to strike as Trevor fired away madly until his gun clicked empty.
Just like magic, the red mist began to dissipate and Trevor slowly found himself drifting back into the real world and with it, the pain returned and he grew weaker as the blood drained from his body. Everything began to spin as he reached for a fresh magazine, yet his arm grew weak and would not rise.
It was then The Governor emerged from hiding and squeezed his trigger, emptying 13 rounds into Trevor's chest and stomach before he finally fell to the ground.
With only one bullet left, The Governor stood tall over the fallen kingpin with his Beretta pointed at the man's face and watched as he slowly bled to death.
But instead, he relented and stared in cool indifference at his fallen adversary.
Trevor Philips: 0 – The Governor: 1
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Winner: The Governor
The Governor:
Beretta 92SB: 40
Ithaca 37: 80
Steyr AUG A1: 188
Browning M2HB: 210
Total: 518
Trevor Philips:
HK P2000: 38
Mossberg M590A1: 102
Norinco Type 56-2: 240
M249 Squad Automatic Weapon: 102
Total: 482
"While it was a very close battle, it would be The Governor who won in the end. While Trevor had the best weapon overall with his Type 56, there were still several factors that decided in favor of The Governor."
"This battle was a drug dealer against the leader of a town in a zombie apocalypse. The Governor was more ruthless to survive and had men who were better trained, more disciplined, and were ready for a battle to the death."
"While both men had questionable mental stability, The Governor was the more intelligent and crafty of the two, whereas rage can only take you so far and open you up to a lot of mistakes."
"The Governor also had the more reliable, more punishing machine gun with his Browning M2HB, whereas Trevor's M249 could be prone to jamming up," Bradley concluded.
"Seriously? I thought Trevor would have had this one in the bag!" Michael grumbled.
"The Governor was a madman. He was willing to do whatever it took to accomplish what he wanted and his ruthlessness alone took it for him," Rick concluded.
(The Governor is shown watching from a safe distance as a horde of walkers descends upon Los Santos. Unknown to him, a now reanimated Trevor Philips is leading the way.)
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Next time on "Fictional Deadliest Warrior," it's a battle between two front line fighting forces:
(A man with a thick brown handlebar mustache and wearing a butternut field uniform with a bandolier of grenades hanging across and an Mk III helmet points a submachine gun at the screen.)
Confederate Freedom Party: The fierce nationalist front line forces of the Confederate States of America who carried out the whims of their fanatical leader without hesitation...
vs.
(A man in a blue military uniform with a matching overcoat and beret points a rifle at the screen.)
Amestrian State Military: The loyal front line forces that confront all threats to Amestris with sheer precision and deadly force.
Who will be...THE FICTIONAL DEADLIEST WARRIOR?!
Author's Note: Oh man, I'm probably going to get ripped apart so bad after this, but just so you all know I do NOT hate "Grand Theft Auto" and to be honest was thinking Trevor would have won this fight in the beginning, but after consulting with other authors on here and examining their input, I came to the conclusion that the Governor would have triumphed.
But still, I wanted to make Trevor look strong even in defeat and am hopeful that I captured his deranged essence well enough.
Trevor Philips and all references to "Grand Theft Auto" are the property of Rockstar Games and The Governor and all references to "The Walking Dead" are the property of Robert Kirkman.
With apologies to "Grand Theft Auto" fans! (Myself included)
Until then, here's hoping you all have yourselves a Happy Thanksgiving and as always, read and review! This is Metal Harbinger saying SPREAD THE SICKNESS, ONE MIND AT A TIME!