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United States Smackdown-2

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United States Smackdown

Rated: T
Pairings: slight JohnxPaul and GeorgexRingo
Summary: When the Beatles are preparing for their visit in America, they unknowingly begin their adventure in the art of espionage and super secrecy. Unfortunately, the time they have in stopping this alcohol ring is going to be filled with fan girls, interviews, parties and performances. Are the Beatles going to untangle themselves from this mystery?
Notes: This story is inspired due to thanks from deviantartist cherry-blossom-fan. This takes place during the Beatles 1st visit to the United States and is the prequel to "A Hard Day's Fight"
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Chapter 2-New York Blight

The Beatles were hiding under their table. It was cramped, and George was trying to sleep. They couldn't believe what was going on. They were tricked to coming to the bar, were going to get killed, and saw a short woman in an overcoat shoot someone in the stomach. This shouldn't be happening.

Unfortunately, it was.

Marita was angry as she saw the situation. At least ten people, plus her sister, were going to attack her. She was outnumbered, but she wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Is this how you want this to go down?" asked Marita to Is. "After all I've done for you...you would betray your sister?"

"You are not my sister!" Is snapped. "You no longer became my sister when you left me and..."

"Don't say her name." Marita interrupted. "Say her name and that'll be the end for you!"

"I'll say whatever I want; you're not the boss of me."

"You're testing my patience, Is." Marita replied, narrowing her eyes. "Don't make me fire..."

"Oh, I wouldn't do that. I'll just let my best friends fire down on the four who are hiding underneath the table.

The Beatles gulped; they were spotted!

"Come out with your hands up." said Is, pulling a gun out of her pocket. "If you don't, well...we'll pin some beetles up on a wall, won't we?"

"What do we do?" asked John.

"Sleep..." George murmured.

"No, we have to see through this." said Paul. "We're...going to die..."

"Don't say that." said Ringo. "It's my fault after all."

He hugged George, knowing he was going to say goodbye to them. He knew that if they went to this 'Is' girl, they would be shot. Ringo didn't wanna be shot; it was fun in a Western, but not in real life.

"We have no choice." said John. "Funny, our first time in America and we're already at gunpoint. It was nice knowing you guys."

"Yeah," said Paul. "Come on."

"Time's a-ticking." said Is. "Come out now..."

The four Beatles slowly stood up, hands raised in the air. George was still resting on Ringo's shoulder.

"Is, they are innocents." said Marita. "Don't you dare!"

"They know, sister of mine." Is hissed. "They must die."

She pointed the pistol at the Beatles...they began to sweat.

"Didn't know fans in America were scarier than the ones in England." said John, trying to make a joke.

"They are." Is purred. "They certainly are!"

"No!" Marita cried, but was restrained by two of Is's henchmen. She struggled and screamed, but was soon knocked unconscious by a swift punch to the face. She fell, crumpled on the floor.

"Now there's no one who will be witnessing your death." Is cackled. "Say goodbye!"

Paul grabbed onto John and hugged him. Ringo still hugged onto George.

The finger pulled the trigger. As if by magic, Ringo knew that it was going to see that the bullet would be fired at an unsuspecting George. He pushed George out of the way...

And let out a scream when the bullet grazed his left shoulder. The drummer fell to the ground, a hand covering his shoulder.

The noise was loud enough to wake George out of his sickness. He saw the blood falling down Ringo's shoulder.

"Ringo!" George cried. "Ringo...are you alright?"

"I...couldn't let you die." Ringo replied. "I...I..."

John stared in shock; this bitch...was going to kill his friends!

"YOU BITCH!" John screamed, his anger boiling. "DIE YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

Blinded by rage and frustration and fury, John lifted a wooden chair close by, he hurled it with all of his strength....and it was flung toward Is.

Is didn't have time to dodge, so the chair smacked her face. It fell with a thud as John rushed up to the woman. His hands were on her neck.

"How dare you..." He hissed, choking her. "You dare to trick us, plan to murder your own sister, surround yourself with flunkies, threaten to kill us, and you tried to kill us!"

Is coughed, unable to do anything as John continued to choke her. John's face was full of fury and of sadistic delight.

"What do we do now?" asked George.

Paul looked around, trying to find something that could help them out. He stared at some of the tables...the patrons had vodka bottles on their tables before they went after Marita.

"Give it up." One of the thugs spat at the guitarist and bassist. "You're outnumbered.

"Agreed." said another. "Beatles are better if they've been stomped on anyway."

"Really now?" asked Paul, trying to stay calm. "You're more like a cockroach to us."

"That's enough out of you! Say goodbye!"

Three of the thugs soon charged toward Paul and George. The two dove toward a round table and kicked it over, using it as a makeshift barrier. The vodka bottle spilled its contents, creating a puddle of alcohol near the thugs.

Paul kicked down a few more tables, helping to create a barrier to protect them. Rolling the tables, more vodka was spilt.

"What do we do now?" asked George, hugging Paul. "Ringo's still out there and..."

George gasped as two of the tougher thugs went after a defenseless Ringo. The drummer's eyes began to be filled with tears, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to defend himself. John was being attacked by at least three more thugs, and the last two still had their grasp on Marita.

"I have an idea." said Paul. "George, give me a cigarette."

"This is not time for a smoke!" George exclaimed, handing him his box of cigarettes.

"Trust me, I have an idea." said Paul, flicking his cigarette lighter on. The small flamed appeared as he lit the tip of the cigarette. "Now watch."

Paul tossed the cigarette into the vodka puddle. In an instant, the flames rose into the air, incinerating the people who were standing in the vodka. There were powerful screams as some of the thugs tried to help get their partners out of the inferno.

"Wow...that was amazing..." George whispered.

"Let's go." said Paul, snatching one of the vodka bottles. Even if it was empty, it would still be used as a club.

George grabbed onto another bottle and snuck through the fire. George charged toward the thugs that were bullying Ringo.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" The guitarist cried, smacking people to and fro with his bottle. They were knocked unconscious.

"Are you alright?" asked George, embracing Ringo.

"I was so scared..." Ringo whimpered. "I'm hurt..."

"Try some of this," said George, pouring some vodka onto the wound. Ringo hissed and grit his teeth, but the pain soon subsided.

Paul was battling some more people with his vodka bottle. He had to stay strong, his life depended on it! He had to escape and tell someone what was going on.

"Stay right there," a voice hissed from behind.

Paul heard a click of a gun. He slowly turned around, seeing that the barrel of a gun greeting him. It was ready to shoot. The man, one tatted with tattoos and ear piercings, had a grim face.

"You won't be charming people with that face once I'm done." said the man.

"I didn't mean to..." Paul whimpered.

As the trigger was about to be pulled, the man was knocked out. Paul looked up, seeing George and Ringo with empty vodka bottles in hand.

"You alright?" asked George.

"I am now." said Paul.

"He won't be needing this." said Ringo, picking up the gun. "It might come in handy."

"Get off of me!" John screamed, being pulled away by two thugs. "Now!"

He was thrown into George and Paul, both falling unconscious. The only person left was Ringo.

Ringo gulped, his hand trembling while he had the gun in hand. Is was slowly standing up, and he was surrounded. A fire extinguisher died the flames from the vodka.

"This is the end for you, you pathetic little kid." Is hissed. "So stupid and so naïve...to think you were the one I bumped into."

"You were the one who had those papers?!" Ringo gasped.

"Didn't expect the famous Beatles to fall into my trap...too bad. Would've been fun to hear your voices scream in agony...at least, if you had one!"

That was met with some laughs. Ringo just bowed his head. His vocal range was deeper than the others, so he didn't sing in a lot of them. That didn't mean he had to be picked on. He hated that. Even when he was younger he was always teased by everyone else. Why wouldn't they just shut up?

Ringo pointed his gun into the air, aiming it straight at Is's heart. His body was trembling with rage.

Then, with his finger on the trigger, the bullet was fired. There was a scream.

Is had been shot. Blood bloomed from her bosom...and she soon fell to the grond.

"How...could this...happen?" She gasped out.

Ringo didn't stop there...five more shots fired. They hit the targets. Splendidly. The thugs fell, blood falling down their mouths as Ringo rushed toward one that was going after him.

Using all of his strength, Ringo shoulder tackled through one of the thugs. He was blinded by rage, picking up fallen pistols and brandishing them to anyone who tried to attack him. He was in rage.

He didn't pay attention to someone knocking him unconscious...but just as he was blacking out, he heard the sound of three gunshots.

He just prayed that they weren't aimed for John, George or Paul.

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"Mr. Starkey," said a voice. "Mr. Starkey, wake up."

At the sound of his last name, Ringo moaned. In front of him were some police officers and a night sky.

"What's going on?" He murmured. "What...happened?"

"You were knocked unconscious but aside from that, you're perfectly fine." said the officer. "Thank goodness for that. Say, may I have your autograph while you're at it?"

"Maybe when I'm not in pain." Ringo replied, slowly standing up.

There was an ambulance and some police cars near the bar. Ringo felt warm arms embracing him.

"George?" asked Ringo, recognizing the arms.

"Ringo, you're alright!" George cried. "Oh my god, I thought you were killed."

"Me too..." Ringo added. "What happened?"

"You killed that bitch and most of her cronies." Paul explained. "You were...amazing!"

"Really?" said Ringo.

"Really." said John. "You beat her down and held your ground, until you got unconscious."

"The gunshots..." Ringo whispered. "Who was that."

"That would be me."

The Beatles turned, seeing Marita walking toward them. She pulled out something from her trench coat. It was a golden badge that had a musical F Clef on the top.

"I'm Marita Frore of CLEF." The woman began. "I'd like to discuss something with you."

"What is it, Lovely Rita?" asked John with a smile.

"E-excuse me?" asked Marita, looking a bit flustered. "What did you call me."

"Lovely Rita." John repeated. "Has a ring to it."

"Enough with the nicknames." Marita snapped. "Listen, you just met up with one of the six board members of Áfengi, Isabel Frore."

"Your sister," Paul added.

"My ex-sister." Marita replied. "I did my best to raise her, and this is how she betrays me...she's not my sister anymore. With her gone, we might have a chance in defeating them."

"A chance?" asked George. "And what do you mean by 'we'?"

"Don't you know?" asked Marita. "You're going to help us out."

"What?" Ringo exclaimed. "No, no, and no! I don't wanna be at gun point again!"

"You have no choice. Now, follow me. I'm taking you somewhere."

"Where's that?" asked John.

Marita didn't say anything as a limousine drew up. Marita opened the door and motioned for the four Beatles to enter. John, George, Paul and Ringo stared in confusion.

"Get in." said Marita. "We're going for a trip."

"Where's that?" asked George.

"CLEF Headquarters is our destination." Marita answered. "Now let's get going. We have no time to waste."
Here it is! The second chapter of United States Smackdown!

And now that concludes the first chain of updates!
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