Match 16705 Wallace (Sin City) vs. Mother Russia

[Pizzaguy2995]

Previously on One Night in Sin City:

“Cardinal we really must take you to the safe house.” The lead officer tried to insist.

 

“I won’t be long my son, I just need to check up on my old friend.” Cardinal Roark kept his pace toward the old farmhouse, his two police escorts reluctantly following him.

 

As the rumble of thunder heralded the coming of rain, Cardinal Roark entered the decrepit, spooky old house and attempted to turn on the lights only to find that they didn’t work. Unshaken, the old man continued into the house, the policemen chose to wait by the door.

 

“Kevin? Kevin I must speak with you now,” the elderly man of faith looked through the dark room, spotting Kevin’s figure slouched in his favorite chair. “Oh there you are. Kevin there is one more task I need you to-“

 

Lightning flashed and illuminated the house, and the old priest was shocked to see the bloody corpse of his now former ward. The poor man’s head was no longer attached to his neck, it leaned awkwardly against the head of the chair and his left shoulder!

 

“Cardinal get away from that!” 

 

The two cops took a step towards the priest only for two shots to ring out, tapping both officers in the back of their heads! From behind the cops, the light from the ajar door showed the outline of another man who had apparently been waiting for them to arrive.

 

“Tough little bugger, your Kevin was. No matter how many bullets I put in him, the wanker just kept on coming. Wasn’t until I took his head off with that axe outside that the mingy little git finally died.” 

 

“Y-you heartless monster! How could you do this? Killing a young boy in his own home? Two police men with families? What kind of man are you?”

 

“Pretty sure the women down in the basement had families too preacher. Didn’t stop your little Kevin from eating them and mounting their heads on the walls like they were bloody animals! What kind of man are you preacher?”

 

Deckard Shaw slowly backed the Cardinal into the nearby wall, the man of the cloth visible worried as he realized there was no way out.

 

“They were whores you fool! No one noticed when they were gone, no one cared! And by consuming their bodies Kevin was able to absorb their light, the inner goodness that they had long wasted and insulted by turning to harlotry. If they didn’t want it, why not allow Kevin to possess it instead?”

 

“Preacher if you truly think God will look kindly on cannibalism your a sodding mentalist.”

 

“What do you know? Am I to believe you’ve lived such a noble and just life that you can look down upon us?”

 

“I don’t claim to be perfect preacher. If God decides at the end that my bad outweighs my good, I can accept it. But I’m not here to debate sin with you preacher.”

 

Grabbing the old man by his neck, Shaw placed his gun right under Cardinal Roark’s chin and gave him a menacing glare.

 

“I know you kept Toretto’s son here for a bit, where is he now?”

 

“Zero indeed sequestered young Brian here for a few days, but took him back earlier this morning. We had already discovered you had tampered with the cross by then and so decided to include it in one of our other plans.” (dominic toretto vs marv)

 

“I figured that part out already preacher. But there are risks to pitting two men against each other. Best case scenario, your only left with one pissed off bastard.”

 

As the rain started to pour outside, a familiar looking Nissan Altima pulled in outside the house. (hit-girl-vs-elle-driver)

 

“And worst case scenario, your left with two pissed off bastards.” 

 

Shaw smirked at the panicked look on the priests face as the two who were supposed to have killed each other off arrived.

 

“Where is my son? Where is Zero?” 

 

“Where’s the one who killed Goldie?”

 

“Nice to see you too Toretto. Sorry to tell you scar face, but I might have beaten you to the punch.”

 

Seeing the dead Kevin slumped in the chair in the corner, a furious Marv fronted on Shaw.

 

“He wasn’t yours to kill you goddamn asshole! I was suppose to kill him!”

 

“It was him or me ya wanker! If your looking for satisfaction, have at it with the preacher. He was the one who order your bird’s death.”

 

“Did he now?”

 

Marv turned his dark glare onto Cardinal Roark, frightening the revered priest into tripping over his own feet as he backed up. The Cardinal resorted to pathetically crawling away as Marv approached him.

 

“W-wait! Wait a second! I-it wasn’t my fault! It was all Zero’s idea! P-please just let me explain! Please!!!”

 

Dom suddenly stepped in between the Cardinal and the enraged Marv.

 

“I need him to tell me where my son is.”

 

“He needs to pay for what he did!”

 

“He will. After.”

 

Turning back to the man of faith, Dom could see that the Cardinal was almost terrified to tears.

 

“Mr. Toretto I beseech you to hear me out! I-I see now that I have terrible wronged you. I-I allowed myself to be manipulated and used by that great deceiver Zero and it has lead me down a sinful and wicked path. B-but as a fellow man of faith I know that you understand the power of forgiveness yes? ‘Just as in Christ God forgave you’ right?”

 

“That is what the good book preaches.”

 

“Yes! Yes! Exactly! S-so while I’m aware I can’t take back the pain I’ve inflicted on your family, all that I ask is a chance to repent and gain penance for my many mistakes. Give me your word as a christian man that I will live to repent my sins and I swear by all mighty God that I will tell you where you can find Zero.”

 

“Sure. I can make that promise.”

 

“Oh thank you my son! Thank you! Yes, my brother Ethan has arranged a meeting with Zero at his compound in about 2 hours. Once you expose that non-believer for the treacherous, sacrilegious filth that he is I’m sure my brother will help you take care of him and get your son back!”

 

“Thank you kindly Father. Shaw, Marv, c’mon let’s go get that piece of shit.”

 

“Don’t wait up for me baldy. I’m gonna take my time with this creep.”

 

Marv smirked evilly as he once more moved towards Cardinal Roark.

 

“J-just a minute! Wh-what about my chance to repent?”

 

“C’mon Toretto, let’s go get your little one.”

 

Shaw lead Toretto out of the house as the frightened old priest continued to cry out in desperation.

 

“Mr. Toretto please! You said I’ve have my chance at penance! You gave me your word!”

 

“Sounds like your penance starts now Father, my thoughts and prayers are with you sir.”

 

“No! Wait! Don’t leave me here! Don’t leave!”

 

“Keep screaming old man, it’s music to my ears.”

 

“Noooooooooo!!!!”

 

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This rotten town. Those it can’t corrupt, it soils. Those it can’t soil, it kills. This rotten town. By tomorrow it’ll be miles behind us. And as the bright dawn comes up over the horizon, Esther and me will finally be free of it forever!

 

*BUZZ! BUZZ!*

 

But that dream won’t come until the morning. Tonight I still gotta deal with whatever shit this rotten town can still throw at me. And right now whatever it is, it’s at my door right now ringing my door bell obnoxiously.

 

“Dwight?”

 

“H-hey Wallace...”

 

It was none other then Dwight McCarthy at my door tonight, alongside a Japanese woman with a katana on her hip, and a lifeless head in the hand hand that wasn’t supporting Dwight. (john hartigan vs ms perkins)

 

No other words were needed, I helped the women carry Dwight into the kitchen and set him on a table gently. I wouldn’t exactly call Dwight a friend, but I did owe him a favor. And I guess he’s calling it in now. 

 

“Wallace? What’s going on?” 

 

Esther rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as I searched under the bed for our sewing needles and string.

 

“We got company tonight. And one of them has a hole through his stomach.”

 

Finding the supplies I quickly went back to the kitchen, quickly ripping off Dwight’s shirt so that I could have access to his injury.

 

“What you talking about company? Whose she?”

 

A now more awake and slightly annoyed Esther followed me back into the kitchen, crossing her arms as she looked suspiciously at the new girl with the katana.

 

“I honestly don’t know. I think she’s a friend of Dwight. Hold him steady, I need to stitch up the would.” 

 

The still nameless lady silently obeyed, holding the semiconscious Dwight still as I got to work closing up his wound.

 

“What the fuck is going on in my kitchen? And why the hell is there a dead head on my kitchen counter?”

 

“Might wanna put that in the fridge before it starts to stink. Also get my bag valve mask (BVM) from the closet, he could go into shock at any moment.”

 

A few tense moments latter and we finally managed to get Dwight stitched up. We moved him to the couch for comfort and managed to put the BVM over his head to help him breath. The Japanese women has still not uttered a single word, she was just silently sitting next to Dwight, helping make sure he was breathing property. I could tell Esther was getting annoyed by all of this.

 

“All I’m saying is that for all the grief we took letting you into our apartment, I would think we deserve to know just who the heck you are! Don’t you?”

 

The women silently stared back at Esther, still not giving us anything.

 

“English! Do. You. Speak. English?”

 

“She definitely seems to understand English. I’m guessing that Miho here is just the strong, silent type.”

 

“M-Miho? The demon Miho?”

 

Esther went very pale and gave Miho her respectable space. Can’t say that I blame her, any Sin City local could tell you a dozen or so stories about Miho, the “good demon” of Old Town. And if this women wasn’t Miho, I’d eat my shoes.

 

“The same. And if I know McCarthy’s modus operandi, then I’ll guess that the head in our fridge belongs to a very big time man, ones whose death could bring a lot of heat down on the girls of Old Town. So the two of them, Dwight and Miho, volunteered to take the body down to the Santa Yolanda Pits to discreetly dispose of it, only to be ambushed on the way there. Dwight got hurt, so you took the head, burned the rest of the body, and came over to my place in hopes of us helping you. Right Miho?” (beatrix kiddo the bride vs miho)

 

Miho nodded enthusiastically to my general summary of there night. Five points for me I guess.

 

“W-wait! She burned the body but not the head? Why not burn the head?”

 

“Teeth have a nasty habit of surviving corpse burnings. Half the cats behind bars are there because dental forensics are so effective.”

 

I placed a plastic bin in the middle of the living room and then went back to the kitchen, checking under the sink for some more supplies.

 

“Don’t suppose we have any hydrofluoric acid tucked away anywhere do we?”

 

“Hydrofluoric acid? Your not gonna do that thing from that one show are you? The one with the guy selling meth in his tighty whities?”

 

“Yes, yes I am. But we’re short enough acid to get the job done.”

 

I quickly gathered some supplies to go out: my wallet, my jacket, my Beretta and my machete just in case.

 

“Stay here and keep the door locked until I come back. There should be a few stores still open at this hour.”

 

“Wallace, you swore to me that we were done with this.”

 

“I did. And I promise this is the very last time you’ll have to worry about anything like this. Within 24 hours the sun will come out and we’ll leave this damn city and never look back.”

 

“Promise?”

 

“I promise.”

 

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*RING! RING!*

 

If I only remembered how to block calls from my phone. I was just heading back to my apartment with the Hydrofluoric acid and decided to take a shortcut through an abandoned power plant. It was then that some unknown kept calling me over and over again.

 

*BING!*

 

This time it was a text message. I clicked the open tab button and my heart nearly stopped as I saw the photo that was sent. It was taken just outside my living room window, Esther could be seen trying to talk to the silent Miho and the out cold Dwight. I knew what a threat looked like.

 

*RING! RING! CLICK!*

 

“If you so much as touch Esther or the others I will find you, wherever your hiding and I will kill you!”

 

“Bold of you to threaten a man like me Mr. Wallace. Fortunately for you I’m in the mood to negotiate.”

 

“If your a friend of Roark, Wallenquist, or the Colonel then forget it!”

 

“The Colonel? You really are out of the loop aren’t you Mr. Wallace? No, no, I prefer dealing with the more downtrodden and common folk of the world and trust me when I say I can be a very good friend. Please check your bank account.”

 

Confused, I brought my banking app up on my screen and was shocked at how much money I now saw in my account. It was a straight up life changing amount.

 

“I’ve heard it said that you and Ms. Esther were planning to leave Basin. Well thanks to my little gift the two of you can now go wherever you want in the world right now, in fact I highly encourage you and Ms. Esther to start packing as soon as you get home.”

 

“And leave Dwight and Miho behind right?”

 

“That is the price I must ask yes. Mr. Wallace, I’ve done my research on you; a Navy SEAL who won the Medal of Honor for outstanding heroism and bravery. I understand why you often feel the need to protect and help others, but don’t you think you deserve the right to look after yourself? That after all the blood, the pain, and the losses you’ve endured in the military and in Sin City don’t you think it’s past time you finally got to actually live for yourself for once? Dwight and Miho problems aren’t yours Mr. Wallace, you don’t have to keep playing the hero. You and Ms. Esther can walk away from this, once and for all and no one who knows you would ever fault you for doing so. Please take the offer Mr. Wallace, you know you’ve earned it.”

 

A very tempting offer, and I’m not just saying that because I caught the reflection of someone following me from the screen of my phone. So I can either take the money, Esther and me get to leave this rotten city and live happily ever after, and Dwight and Miho will probably die. Or I refuse and will probably have to fight for my life against whatever hitman is tailing me.

 

“You make a compelling offer mister. Kiss my ass!”

 

Wallace jumped through the window of the rundown building and took cover behind one of the rusty, old machines. As he pulled out his Beretta and readied his machete, he heard a feminine and intimidating Russian voice echo throughout the room:

 

“ Ты должен был взять деньги, глупый американец. Your friends are dead already, all you’ve done is killed yourself.”

 

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Demobilized Navy SEAL and Medal of Honor recipient Wallace vs former KGB and Gulag inmate Mother Russia. Both combatants are armed with a pistol and machete and the fight takes place in an abandoned Power Plant like the picture below. Who takes this?
 

[Callisto]

Learn More About
Wallace (Sin City)
Read more about Wallace (Sin City) at Wikipedia
Official Site: Dark Horse Comics Links: Sin City Wiki Comic Book DB Wikipedia

Mother Russia
Read more about Mother Russia at Wikipedia
Official Site: Millarworld Limited Links: Wikipedia

[Pizzaguy2995]

Unfortunately Wallace never got featured in the movies, which always annoyed me, so I’ll have to post comic scans to give you guys an idea of how badass this guy is. Here’s him taking down four cops that tried to intimidate him into not looking for a missing Esther:

 

And here’s him taking out a whole shipyard of armed thugs so fast none of them could fire a shot:

[Pizzaguy2995]

For those of you who didn’t see Kick-Ass 2, here’s some videos that show how equally badass Mother Russia is:

 

[JohnnyChany]

Great entry, Pizzaguy. It has some dark overtones which definitely fits the setting of Sin City.  I can see you are starting to tie things together and curious to see where it leads.  My only reference for Wallace is what I read on wikipedia, but he seems to be quite impressive to the point where I am going with him. Looks like there was a plan for him for Sin City 3 which is now highly unlikely given how poorly Sin City 2 was received, which admittedly I haven't seen.

[Callisto]

Match Final Results

Member Ratings:
5.00 - JohnnyChany

FPA Calculation:
1 Total Votes cast
5.00 Total Combined Score
5.00 / 1 = 5.00 Final Rating on the match

MATCH SCORE
Wallace (Sin City): 1
Mother Russia : 2