Virginia, Radio Van, 12th of September 2015, Day time:
It was all nice and sunny in that day on the Boston Tankery's field base of operations. Trucks were seen moving here and there, camps setup along with a few proper mobile toilets. People walking around the base doing their usual task. Meanwhile, a truck can be seen somewhere up the hill in the high ground, a CCKW truck which was labelled as 'Property of the Boston University'. A large antenna tower stood up to the blue skies.
Somewhere near the edge of the hill near the battle ground, was table packed with a radio that connected with the CCKW's transmittor. There being a young man, sitting on a chair, overlooking the view. He then began his broadcast. "Good day dear listeners, and this is John Brown, your favourite caster, welcome back to the Boston University Radio, reporting live of the current competition between our boys from the Massachuttes and the newly created team, The Alligators. Now to give some morale to our boys over there, lets get some pieces rolling." The caster reached for an old disc, titled 'The Stars and Stripes Forever' into the player, and then he broadcasted it for the listeners to hear.
Virginia, Battle Arena, Day time:
In starting point of the Boston's University team, the leading commander, Ronald Murphy, a college student, wearing a standard khaki shirt with the tankery team's emblem, and trousers with boots and a tanker helmet, was standing on the M4A3's cupola, overlooking at the 50 other Shermans, mostly M4 and M4A2's, all equipped with the 76mm, lined up in the starting point. He later looked at the other line 15 T34 Calliopes at the back of the formation, with the crews were still on the process of loading the last remaining rockets to the launching platform.
On the other side, there are around 3 M24's, with one of them entrenched and having a balloon flying over, tapping communication. The amount of these just showed, how funded the team is, a show of both power and wealth, that seemed to be unmatched.
"How's the report from our intellegence?" Murphy looked at his radioman, Bill, that was still listening into the radio.
"They're still listening on their radio, It'll take a while." Said Bill as he was still listening to the radio.
Murphy sighed, acknowledging the information that he just received. "Tell them to take their time, we should've gotten their information before this."
"Well, can't blame anyone. Our usual informant from the scout section was sick weeks prior to the match and cannot inform us." Bill then heard a transmission coming, and began focusing on the messages that was being transmitted in. "Hang on, they're sending in a transmission right now."
Bill took a paper and a pen, and started writing down the information being relayed on his radio, before then he handed it over to Murphy. Murphy took the paper and read it, before reading the information. "So.. 15 Panther D's and 3 Tigers I's. They usually use M6A1's or the T1E1's. What happened?"
"Well, they got fed with propaganda from reddit I assume." Bill giggled, before he continued. "Alright, I was joking. Half of our officers got sick from the previous match in Guatemala including you, so no wonder why. Our intel girls said that the Alligators' have been training with the Nishizumi style of tankery for the last few months if you forgot. Guess those Japs' really tryna expand their influence to the states."
Murphy nodded as Bill stated regarding the sudden change in the Alligator's tanks. Murphy yawned, feeling slight dizzy inside his head, trying to stay focused. "Oh well, I should've drinked the coffee from the base, but we're starting soon."
"I hate this... I was planning on a date with one of the girls from St. Betty, she was so hot and nice and those southerners ruined it!" Bill punched the radio in annoyance, which received an immediate respond from Murphy.
"Hey, watch the radio! I'm not reporting to the board about one radio broke because of someone's raging again." Murphy sighed, before then the Bill interrupted.
"I thought the Austin Tankery team will help them?" Said Bill as he heard through the radio.
"Well, their commander died from car crash, guess what? The driver drove while playing its phone, poor guy.. Why ask?" Asked Murphy, feeling some remorse from his words earlier, wondering was Bill's about to say.
"Huh, our intel guys just said there's not a single presence from those guys, maybe it's the thing you said earlier." Bill continued listening to the radio channels.
Then in the distance, the flare was fired, signaling the start of the match. The crews went back inside their tanks, and later the crew of the T34's loaded in the last rockets before hopping back inside. The tanks began to line up into their planned positions they have planned long before the match started. The gunners began adjusting the rocket platform's elevation, while the other tanks began loading shells into their chamber, preparing for the battle that is about to come. 2 minutes passed, the tanks were now waiting for Murphy's words.
"Alright, check for readiness." Murphy looked at Bill, waiting for him to do his job.
"Right, all units, check in." Bill ordered through the radio.
"First company, ready ." One voice reported.
"Second company, ready." Another report came in.
One by one, each platoons started to check in their unit's status, and finally, in total of 15 platoons and 7 companies have checked in, ranging from the companies consists of Chaffes', Sherman's and the Calliope's.
"All units ready, commander, your call now." Bill looked back at Murphy, now that all is set, waiting for his command.
Murphy reached towards the radio handset, taking a deep breath, before he began to deliver his speech, "One day, there was a young man called David. He went towards the frontline, to deliver food to his brothers. Once he saw the Israeli soldiers weakened, he wanted to join the fight, but his body's too weak to wear armor and carry weapons. Instead, he fought with his slingshot and rocks. He reached up to Goliath, and hit him with the rock or sword, killing him. What is the point of the story?" He paused, before he continued. "The point is that, our enemy used that story, used goliath as a metaphor of us, and David as them. We are seen as devils by them, usual hypocrisy by their leaders. We shall win this friendly battle in good will, but I shall tell you, we will be the one that will lead America to the international stage and overthrow the Japanese off from their decade old reign over this sport." Another silence, replaced with the many sound of engines roaring outside. Murphy looked at his hand watch, waiting for the exact time, before he said the word. "On the mood."
"Roger, on the mood. Operation is on" One voice replied back, and after the word was said, immediately the Calliopes fired their rockets, unleashing their raw firepower. The blue sky turned bright and thundered with the sound of rockets wheezing out of their tubes, flying towards their intended targets. Far ahead, the once green forest and the fields surrounding turned into craters, and later black.
"Ah, and our boys have just started their bombardment as usual, and as we see here, it seems like they've hit their targets. Right here, multiple tanks are seen hit, and white flags popping out. It seems like this will be another easy win for the Boston Tankery." The caster continued to report the match through the radio for the listeners to hear.
Back in the battlefield, the bombardment continued for 5 minutes, in the Alligator's position, multiple Panthers were already destroyed, white flags popped out in mass, some Tigers are also taken out brutally by the relentless bombardment, and eventually, the bombardment stopped, in total of 8 Panthers and 2 Tigers are destroyed. Their defenses broke before a shot can be fired.
Meanwhile, the M24's began to move ahead, one stopped in a position while the rest continued moving ahead, as the crew of the halted M24 began setting up a balloon in the air, one operator then began working on a jamming device, turning it on before they continued moving.
"Jammers are now on, their communication are now screwed." Said one feminine voice from the M24 through the radio, reporting.
Murphy looked at the other Sherman's as they began moving in formation in single file lines, each line consisted of 5 Sherman's. One Sherman pointing its barrel forward, while the one on the second line pointed its barrel to right, while the third pointed it to the left, same followed with the other tanks on the back.
In the line of 3rd Company of the 1st Platoon, the tanks were watching right, left and forward for any enemies, until they faced an ambush from up ahead, from a Tiger I, remnants of the brutal bombardment, taking out the leading tank. The Sherman's began to disperse, and and lining up, firing at what they suspect as the place where the Tiger was hiding.
"This is Anvil- 2 actual to Pitcher-actual. Fire mission, Grid 1234 5678, enemy armored vehicle, direction 45 degrees, distance 1500 meters, elevation 200 meters." The sound of the platoon commander were heard through the radio, as it requested for a bombardment, in a professional and calm tone.
"Grid 1234 5678, enemy armored vehicle, direction 45 degrees, distance 1500 meters, elevation 200 meters, out." The commander acknowledged, writing down the coordinates, before he relayed it to the other Calliope units.
Outside, where the Calliope's were stationed, which were protected by Murphy's company of Sherman's where they were dug in, crews were seen still loading in new rockets that they placed on top of the engine. Working together in coordination, trying to load in new rockets as fast as they can, before they hopped back inside the Calliope, and an order went through from the Calliope commander.
"On my mark." The commander of the Calliope force halted, before then he continued in a stern tone. "Fire." The Calliopes fired their rockets in unison, firing one shell every second. The rockets flew for a moment in the air, before it began to fall back to the ground, and hitting their intended target.
"Target supressed, thanks for the bombardment, Anvil-2 actual out." The platoon commander's voice went off.
"How's the situation so far?" Murphy looked at Bill for answers, while standing on the cupola, overlooking the activity outside.
"All is good, so far we only have 3 Sherman's disabled, counting the knocked out tanks from our foe, there's only 1 Tiger left." Bill continued relaying information through the radio.
"Way below what we expect, I was expecting that we'd lost a platoon. Although we might can do something better than that..." Murphy felt dissapointed, as he thinked that lesser tanks could've not been taken out.
"Well, this is already incredible you know, we barely got much casualties." Said his gunner, Simon, while he relaxed on his seat, doing nothing as the tank was not involved in combat.
"Yeah, right, be happy for once." His driver, Kane, tried cheering up Murphy.
"They're right you know, stop being too much of a perfectionist." The loader, Gregor, also tried cheering up Murphy.
"Maybe... Huh, you three spoke up, quite surprising." Murphy then looked back at Bill. "How's the situation now? It's just the Tiger, right?" Murphy asked.
"Yep, they're still searching for it, but it wouldn't take long." Bill continued checking through the radio for any incoming information or distress.
Back in the battlefield, the Sherman's are on the search for the last Tiger, as it was still moving, running away due to lacking the will and discipline, but then it doesn't take long till 2 M24 appeared and charged towards it from the sides, the Tiger was caught off-guard, and before they even made move, the M24 crashed onto the Tiger, and fired both of their 75mm guns, taking the Tiger out in close-range, which also broke their cannons. The Tiger's white flag popped out, and the Tiger was finally taken out, ending the battle.
"Two M24's appeared out of nowhere and took out the Tiger from the flanks! What a spectacular performance by our boys, we wouldn't be seeing the Alligators performing anytime soon!" The caster sat back down, now that at last, finally, victory.
Boston, Apartment, Night Time:
Murphy was back at his apartment, and hopped onto his bed, when all of the sudden his laptop suddenly received new notifications. He groaned and stood up and walked towards it, and checked, it was a new entry of a new team from up north. "Ugh, another? I'm tired of these matches." He then took a gulp of water from a bottle, before then reading closely. "Stupid matches..." He read further, to see that his team would be fighting against the Canadians, causing him to glare at it. "Stupid dumb Canadians now trying to pick a fight with us..." He began ranting, but was then stopped as he took a gulp of water, now calming down. He then returned back to his bed, lying down. "I wonder if we'll ever meet with them in the future... Hope not, I'm super tired of all of these non-stop matches..." Murphy fell asleep, tired from the activity he just had earlier.