| To have it all, you must first lose it all... | |
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| Season | 2 |
| Season Episode | 1 |
| Air date | May 2023 |
| Written by | Cheesypickles564 |
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To have it all, you must first lose it all. Michael Corleone vs Walter White is a What-If? Death Battle written by Cheesypickles564. It features Michael Corleone from the Godfather trilogy and Walter White from Breaking Bad.
Description[]
These two men threw away all of their ideals and hope for money. Will Michael have the last laugh, or will Walt break him?
Interlude[]
Puppy: Michael Corleone, the war hero turned Don of the Corleone family.
Kitty: And Walter White, the chemistry teacher turned drug lord.
Puppy: Power is a fickle thing, and in most cases, corrupts all who seek to achieve it.
Kitty: But these two got the short end o’ the stick and hunger for power destroyed their families- both literally and metaphorically! He’s Puppy and I’m Kitty.
Puppy: And it’s our job to analyze their weapons, armor and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle.
"Michael Corleone Keeps His Enemies Close in DEATH BATTLE!"[]
(Cue: “The Immigrant”)
Puppy: In the late 1800s, Sicily, and Italy as a whole, was full of crime, mainly in the form of the local mafia. The mafia smuggled, manipulated, and ruled Sicily.
Kitty: And one things for sure, you do NOT want to get associated with these dunderheads… which, unfortunately, is exactly what Antonio Andolini, a father and husband, did.
Puppy: Antonio and his eldest child were killed by Don Ciccio, the Mafia Chieftain, due to their unwillingness to pay tribute to Don. Antonio’s second son, Vito, was to be killed as well, but the boy’s mother attacked Don, ending with her death but allowing Vito to escape with his life.
Kitty: Turning to his family friends for support, Vito was soon smuggled onto an immigrant boat and sent to America, in hopes of freedom…
Puppy: Vito Andolini was renamed Vito Corleone, and after befriending small-time criminals, he created an olive oil company, avenged his father, cemented a crime business, and, of course, started a family.
Kitty: He had four children, Sonny, Fredo, Connie, and his youngest son, Michael Corleone, who didn’t give any shit for the family business.
Puppy: Michael was a studious child, having a heavy interest in politics. He applied to Dartmouth College and was accepted into the school, seemingly to escape any involvement in his father’s mafia.
Kitty: Mike enlisted in the Marines shortly after the U.S.A’s entry into World War II, fighting the war down in the Pacific, despite his daddy’s constant efforts to pull him back. Michael was wounded in battle, and was awarded the Navy Cross for his efforts; unbeknownst to him, his dear-ol-dad pulled some strings for that to be possible…
Puppy: However, Vito’s desire for Michael’s involvement were eventually filled… in the form of an assassination attempt. In the December of 1945, Vito was attacked by an opposing mafioso’s hitmen, being shot five times before his attackers’ escape. Michael, driven by his fear for his father’s life, decided to volunteer to take the life of his father’s attacker.
Kitty: Well, say goodbye to your normal life, Mike! He soon committed the murders, igniting a war between the Five Families, the most powerful criminal families across the world.
Puppy: He took refuge from the authorities in Sicily, but after news of his brother Sonny’s death, he returned to America and was given the position of his deceased brother, his father’s underboss.
Kitty: However, Vito moved into retirement, and Michael, now still comprehending his new position, was soon forced into the lead, becoming the new Don of the family in his father’s place. Quite the promotion, eh? His multiple skills certainly helped the family.
Puppy: Michael Corleone’s main strengths lie in his intelligence. He’s able to think and plan while under fire, and he’s also a master at manipulation.
Kitty: Michael and Vito were able to manipulate politicians from DC, judges and congressmen into working for them. If politician can be manipulated and can’t manipulate back, they oughta be jobless—
Puppy: However, when words don’t work, Michael’s also very experienced with firearms.
Kitty: I mean, yeah, he was in the Marines… Mike’s mainly used gun is a Smith & Wesson Model 36, which he used to assassinate his father’s attacker. He’s also got years of military training, so he knows damn well how to use a gun.
Puppy: As Don of the Corleone Family, Michael slowly became more and more corrupted with power. He ordered the death of the leaders of the other four families, successfully cementing the Corleone family as the leader of the U.S’ crime world.
Kitty: Jeez, Michael, what happened to your stay-out-of-it logic? Mike’s whole life began to fall apart after that, his wife leaving him and taking the kids, he’s got multiple crimes under his belt, and to top it off, his own brother, Fredo, betrayed him! He did have his brother smoked afterwards, but that filled him with more guilt than joy.
Puppy: Michael later retired from the crime business and made his nephew, Vincent, head of the family. After an assassination attempt gone wrong that killed his daughter, Michael was alone.
Kitty: And he stayed that way until his death in Sicily… but now, let’s cover what he could do when he was alive!
Puppy: Michael, in terms of strength, is a unique case compared to our previous contestants. While he’s only human in physical terms, he relies on his mental state.
Kitty: Yeah, Michael was capable of killing two men with one gun in public, and managed to cover it up! He also outsmarted four of the Five Families, the strongest in the criminal world and killed them off just as easily. He was even capable of turning the Corleone family, which was merely a crime syndicate, into a legitimate enterprise.
Puppy: But he’s also not indefensible in a physical battle, either. Not only was did he fight for the Marines for multiple years, but he’s survived bullet wounds, one at an elderly age.
Kitty: He’s also incredibly cunning and ruthless, which’ll help him in battle—however, this doesn’t mean he’s perfect.
Puppy: Despite his strengths, Michael Corleone has many faults. He’s a perfectionist and he’s incredibly paranoid when it comes to harm, meaning that he struggles in the heat of battle.
Kitty: Michael constrains himself with religious rules, meaning he isn’t the quickest to the draw. He also has heavy delusions of omnipotence, meaning he could get himself gravely injured without thinking…
Puppy: But despite all this, Michael Corleone is a ruthless force to be feared, whether you’re the opposing mafia, or his own family… ouch.
Michael Corleone: “What I want… what’s most important… is that I have a guarantee… no more attempts on my father’s life.”
"Walter White is the One Who Knocks in DEATH BATTLE!"[]
(Cue: “The Ballad of Heisenberg”)
Puppy: The drug cartel was and is a ruthless force, ignoring rules to make a profit by selling illegal substances. They know no laws, no pity and crush all that stand in their way remorselessly. They’re a dangerous force to meddle with.
Kitty: But what if you’re out of choices? What if you need one last chance? Such is the tragic tale of Walter Hartwell White, a chemistry teacher.
Puppy: Walter White was an average man, with a wife and two children- the true American dream. His life, however, made a turn for the worse, when he was diagnosed with lung cancer and given less than two years to live.
Kitty: This threw Walt out of his mild-mannered demeanor, and gave him the idea that he had to secure his family’s wealth before his death… his solution… let’s get cooking!
Puppy: Don’t jump the gun, Kitty… while watching his brother-in-Law, Hank Schrader, raid a drug lab, Walt reunites with an old student of his, Jesse Pinkman, going under the alias, “Captain Cook.”
Kitty: Sheesh, I bet I could think of a better name… “Kitty, the Kooky Kayaker!”
Puppy: …Ahem, Walter, seeing this as his chance to protect his family’s financial situation, blackmails Jesse into helping him enter the drug trade.
Kitty: “Captain Cook” agrees, and the two start cookin’ blue like cheese fondue!
Puppy: Their first attempt at selling their methamphetamine was working for a distributor named Krazy-8…which didn’t last long. However, another client came their way in the form of Tuco Salamanca, the nephew of a former crime lord. Once Tuco demanded a mass amount of meth, Walter White adopted the alias of Heisenberg.
Kitty: Say his name! All was going well, until Tuco’s aggressiveness took over and Walt’s DEA brother-in-law killed him… Jeez, Walt, does everyone you work for die?
Puppy: No spoilers… after gaining the trust of flamboyant criminal lawyer Saul Goodman, Walter had someone to launder money for his business, and “Heisenberg” had his meth business grow in popularity among the criminal underworld.
Kitty: Heisenberg wasn’t actually the high-and-Mighty of his meth business, though—he was in leagues with Gustavo Fring, the owner of the Los Pollos Hermanos restaurant and Walt’s boss— but that was ‘boutta change!
Puppy: With Tuco’s uncle, Hector, Walter detonated a bomb inside of a nursing home where Gus was, killing him and Hector…
Kitty: And this left Heisenberg with no choice— other than to cement himself as the only major drug kingpin left in Albuquerque!
Puppy: Walter White’s not only a drug lord, he’s also pretty good in a fight. His weapon of choice is a Smith & Wesson 4506, but he also has a Ruger LCR purchased from an arms dealer.
Kitty: He’s also got his fair share of weaponized chemicals, too! First is his Phosphine Gas, a colorless but highly flammable mixture of chemicals that can be used to make explosions!
Puppy: Second is his Fulminated Mercury, a meth-lookalike, that, when thrown to the ground, creates an explosion capable of shaking a room.
Kitty: And finally, Ricin—a protein that, when inhaled, injected or ingested, is highly poisonous. It’s not the fastest method of killing, but it certainly gets the job done…
Puppy: Walter also has a great mind, to the point where his sharp wits could be considered a weapon. He’s also a master strategist when it comes to battle, whether it be physical or mental.
Kitty: Okay, yeah, that’s cool and all, but does it really matter when you’ve completely ruined your life and marriage with drugs…? That’s right— on with the story.
Puppy: Heisenberg had made millions, but with his marriage strained and his brother-in-law who, mind you, works for the DEA, on his tail, Walter was very, VERY desperate to quit the drug trade, but there were too many bridges burnt for him to do so. He soon kills his partner-in-arms, Mike Ehrmantraut, in a fit of rage.
Kitty: He eventually enlists a group of Neo-Nazis, the Aryan Brotherhood, to take out Mike’s men, however, they decided ‘we’re doing our own thing’ and Walter is lured into the desert where he is forced to make a deal— the Neo-Nazis kill Jesse, and Walt teaches them how to make meth. However, right-outta-the-blue comes Hank, who is shot and killed.
Puppy: Walter made his escape and was forced out of his own family, living the last few months before his impending death of cancer alone and isolated… Jesse is kidnapped and forced to make meth, and Walt has no choice to rescue him.
Kitty: With a machine gun on his car, he pumped those guys with lead, shooting himself in the process! He bleeds out, and dies not in the arms of his family— but in the meth lab, his one true love… now, let’s see what this guy can do!
Puppy: In a battle, Heisenberg’s strengths come from his mind, not from his body. He was intelligent enough to escape a pair of handcuffs by melting them with electricity, successfully rob a train, and make a battery with chemicals and coins.
Kitty: He’s got a degree in chemistry, of course he’s smart. He will move to weapons or fisticuffs if necessary, and he’s pretty damn good at it! He was capable of kicking open a bathroom door and strangling a man with a bike pole.
Puppy: However, Walter has some pretty crippling weaknesses that can lead to his downfall. Most of his weapons require prep time to set up, and his cancer can make him go into coughing fits and give him multiple breakdowns during a battle.
Kitty: He’s also very arrogant, which consistently blinds him. But despite all this, Heisenberg is the most badass meth lord of all time. Say his name!
Walter White: “I am not in danger, Skyler, I AM the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot, and you think that of me?! No… I am the one who knocks!”
Intermission[]
Puppy: Alright, the combatants are set, and we've run the data through all possibilities. Feel free to vote for who you believe will win in the poll:https://strawpoll.com/polls/kjn18v8dGyQ
Kitty: But now! IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLLLLLLLLLLE!!!!
Pre-Fight[]
(Cue: Exit Music (For a Film) - Radiohead)
The state of white sands, pecans, heat and drugs.
New Mexico.
It was a dim night, and a sharply dressed man stepped hurriedly through the streets of Albuquerque, with two bodyguards walking behind him. This man was Michael Corleone, the Don of the Corleone crime family.
New Mexico, apart from the dazing heat that was considered the norm, was still very different from New York, Michael would soon notice.
His pace stopped as he stood in front of a house—an unremarkable, but well-built structure.
308 Negro Arroyo Lane.
Michael’s informant had given him this address as the house of the mysterious drug kingpin, Heisenberg. Michael had urgent matters to discuss with ‘Heisenberg.’
Shifting his hand to the doorknob, Michael was surprised when he figured out that the door was unlocked— and after some fidgeting, he had made his way into Heisenberg’s house.
The house was quiet and dark, apart from a light in the dining room. A bearded, middle-aged man sat at the table, somehow acting as if he’d knew Michael was coming, though he didn’t expect him to show up here.
This man was Walter Hartwell White, but known in the crime world as Heisenberg.
“Heisenberg…”
Walter looked up at Michael, in shock that someone deduced that he was, in fact, Heisenberg. However, he didn’t show any thought at this; in fact, he replied to Michael.
“Yes?”
Michael took a seat at Walter’s table, folding his arms and looking at Heisenberg, dead in the eyes.
“I’ve come to discuss something urgent. Your meth deals have become dangerous… and worse, they’ve crossed into Corleone territories.”
Walter’s left hand dropped slowly and reached for the gun in his pocket when he heard these words.
“And?” Walter asks, raising his eyebrow questioningly.
“Our family has been in the organization for a while… and I want a guarantee…” Michael clears his throat. “Back off, because you’re already in danger.”
Heisenberg retaliated with a sneer, and soon, some words. “You’re wrong… I’ve taken tougher down, and you have no idea what you’ll be getting yourself into… and I am not in danger, mind you.”
Both had expected the worst, and they stood up, holding each other at gunpoint.
“I AM the danger!”
FIGHT![]
(Cue: Devil Intrigue - Gothic Storm)
Michael, noticing that Walt, too, has pulled out a gun, swiftly ducks under the dining room’s table. Thinking of a quick plan, he forces himself forward, pushing the table into Walt, causing him to stumble backwards and drop his gun. Michael walks towards Walter, who was in the process of recovering, and holds him against the wall by his collar.
“You’re outdone…” Michael mutters in between Walter’s staggered breaths. Walt reaches his hand down to grab a vase sitting on a coffee table against the wall…
“Just admit—ahh!” Michael yells, cut off by Walt smashing the vase against his leg, causing Michael to drop Walter.
“You piece of filth…” Walter begins to speak while catching his breath. “Fuck you.”
Walter grabs his gun from the floor and aims it towards Michael, firing it but barely missing due to Michael’s swift movements, which he soon uses to maneuver himself into the kitchen, with Walter hastily following him.
Michael swipes a kitchen knife from the counter and swings it at Walt, who from instinct blocks it with his hand; something he would soon see was a bad choice, as it left a gash on his palm.
“Aggh!” Walter groans, clearly in pain. However, he swiftly dodges another knife swing from Michael and moves towards an empty pan. Promptly grabbing nearby chemicals, he pours them into the pan, creating a small fire, which sends Michael backwards and allows Walter to attempt an escape.
Walter runs to the living room window and turns his back to Michael, who proceeds to fire shots in the direction. Walt turns and fires back; but, due to his wounded hand, the bullets didn’t hit their mark.
In an act of desperation, Walter grabs a rope from a nearby table, and after bounding towards Michael, he turns behind him and pulls the rope around his neck, attempting to strangle Michael.
Given that he now has the upper hand, Walt takes the time to monologue. “You know, you and your ‘family is everything’ philosophy… you remind me of Hector.”
Michael chokes, but in a quick and desperate maneuver, he pulls his gun back and fires at Walt’s leg, causing him to stagger backwards and effectively releasing Michael from being strangled.
Stumbling back himself, Michael pulls his gun in front of him and points it at Walter.
“Don’t think I’ll give you mercy—it insults my intelligence.” Michael says coldly, pressing his gun against Walter’s forehead.
Walter, despite Michael’s intimidating claim, notices some hesitation in Michael’s hand. Taking advantage of this, Walter thrusts his knee forward, causing Michael to limp backwards and release the firearm.
Grabbing the kitchen knife previously wielded by Michael, Walt takes a swing at the mafioso, who manages to dodge the blow in time. Once Walter attempts at another deft swing, Michael manages to grab the handle of the knife and the two engage in a short battle for the blade.
Michael takes a strong advantage, putting Walter’s already injured hand to his use.
“My father told me to respect even my enemies… but I think I may ignore that advice in your honor!” Michael yells, ripping the knife from Walt’s hands. In a quick motion, Michael forces the knife down onto Walter, who rolls to the side to dodge.
Staggering back to his feet, Walter grabs his gun, which was still on the ground, and points it towards Michael. Michael grabs his gun, stands up, and aims it directly at his opponent, too.
“Look… we can still negotiate.” Michael begins. “Just… back off from our territory, and we’ll give you mercy.” He continues, clearly exhausted from the battle.
Walter lowers his gun, looking back at Michael. “My offer is this…”
“Nothing, bastard.”
After these cold words, Walter’s hands rise, still holding the gun. Before he can fire, though, Michael bats the firearm from his hand and forces his knee into Walter’s gut, pushing him down against the room’s table.
Holding the knife over his head, Michael looks down on the pinned-down Walt—not with a look of reluctance like before, but a look of anger.
Before Michael can attack, though, Walter forces himself forward, smashing his forehead against Michael’s face, causing blood to begin to ooze from his mouth and allowing Walter to escape once more.
Grabbing a book from the table, Walter swings it at the recovering Michael’s face, pushing him back even more. Heisenberg soon forces his fist into Michael’s gut, pushing him against the wall and cornering him.
“I AM the one who KNOCKS! I have NOTHING to lose, and EVERYTHING to gain! Say my name…!” Walter yells in between blows, leaving Michael bloodied and bruised in the corner of the house.
Michael, in response to his question, replies with the loudest he can, “Say your name… you’re an incompetent fool.”
Michael pushes himself forward, knocking Heisenberg backwards. Struggling to even stand, Michael wields his gun, once more, towards Heisenberg, who, this time, had no way of escaping.
“It’s not personal, Heisenberg— it’s strictly business.” Michael replies, his finger sliding towards the trigger. Before he pulls it, though, Walter reaches for a small, meth-like mineral in his pocket.
Walter throws the mineral—fulminated mercury—to the ground in a speedy fashion, quickly sparking a large explosion that pushes Michael to the floor and blows out the windows of the building!
(Music stops)
Walter runs through the house after throwing the mercury, and exits, quickly opening his car, the Aztek’s door and climbing in. In the back, a laid-back, obviously high man sits up.
“Woah, Mr. White, we just finished a meth job… what’re we doing now…?” Jesse Pinkman asks.
“Escaping.”
•••
Michael stands up quickly after the blast and he notices that Walter had disappeared. He runs to the door he entered in, and still sees the two bodyguards he had appointed standing at the door.
“I told you to guard the door… where is he?!” Michael asks one of the bodyguards, who tries to answer his question, but is interrupted by Michael, who walks into the street to look for his adversary.
Michael’s search is cut short when the Aztek’s lights flash in his face, with the same lights growing bigger and bigger! Michael dodges the car by diving to the side, noticing that Walter was the car’s driver. He runs to his car, a Mercedes-Benz W123, which was parked nearby, and begins to drive it towards Walter.
Heisenberg looks in his rear-view mirrors and notices Michael’s car, hot on his trail. Grabbing the steering wheel with a harder grip, he soon looks back at the confused Jesse.
“Get ready for a bumpy ride.”
(Cue: Quick Thinking - Bob Bradley)
Looking up to the rear-view mirrors, Walter sees Michael’s car getting closer and he looks around to see where he should turn.
Michael’s car speeds forward, nearly ramming into Walter’s car! Two more cars pull up behind Walter’s—the cars of Michael’s bodyguards.
“Mister White, we’ve got trouble…” Jesse tells Walter, who sighs in response. “I know.”
Walter accelerates his car, speeding far in front of Michael’s. He turns around and activates the machine gun rigged in the hood, which soon unloads on Michael and his bodyguards!
The bullets dart everywhere, but two stray blasts hit the front tires of one of the cars whilst it was moving, instantly popping the tires and causing the car to flip over and smash against a building, before bursting into flames.
Michael takes notice of this, and looks towards his remaining bodyguard.
“Open fire.”
Michael and his bodyguard’s car accelerate towards Walter’s, which was just turned around and heading north. The bodyguard holds one hand on his steering wheel and the other out the window—gun in hand.
BANG!
BANG!
Both bullets, despite the impressive accuracy of the shots, ricochet off of the back of Walter’s moving car.
BANG!
This shot, however, strikes the back of the vehicle, piercing the trunk and almost striking Jesse in the leg.
“Damn!” Jesse yells, shifting to the side. He looks out of the car’s window. “Mister White, I thought you get ‘em with the machine gun, yo.”
“I got one of them… there’s more!” Walter exclaims, turning his steering wheel and moving the car to the left, barely avoiding another gunshot from the bodyguard.
Michael is tailing directly behind his bodyguard‘s car in order to have any attack from Walter blocked. He reaches his arm out of the window, and begins to fire at Walter—his other hand still on the steering wheel.
Once he notices that Walter’s car is a lot more durable than he thought, Michael turns his gun towards a nearby gas station.
“I’ve been in this business a lot longer, Heisenberg… you should know better than to play with the big boys!” He curses Walter under his breath, and with one lucky shot, Michael strikes the gasoline pump while in his moving car, which explodes and cuts off Walter’s path!
In a desperate motion, Walter swerves his steering wheel to the left, causing him to begin driving off the road!
Michael’s car speeds towards Walter’s car, which was darting down a hill at breakneck pace.
“SLOW DOWN, MISTER WHITE!” Jesse yells, clearly feeling the full force of the off-roading from the trunk.
Walter does, in fact, slow his car down, just slow enough for it to get back on the road. However, trailing directly behind him are Michael and his bodyguard, who soon begin firing on Walt’s speeding car once more.
“All this time you’ve been playing checkers… I’ve been playing chess!” Michael exclaims through grit teeth, his car speeding forward. He fires 3 shots from his gun, each one striking Walter’s car’s back-left tire.
Walter’s car begins to lose momentum, which Walt expresses clear disdain towards. “Nononono…”
Walter’s car accelerates to the most it can, speeding far in front of Michael and his bodyguard’s car. He turns towards Jesse, and gives him an order.
“Release the bomb, Jesse.”
At this queue, Jesse opens the car’s trunk from the inside and throws one of Walter’s makeshift pipe bombs onto the road.
“Jesse, shut the trunk.” Walter soon orders in an ominously calm voice, and to his annoyance, Jesse doesn’t close the trunk.
“SHUT THE TRUNK, JESSE!” Walter yells to the back of his car, but Jesse was staring at the bomb—awaiting the oncoming explosion.
The last bodyguards’s car drives closer and closer to Walter…
KA-BOOM!
The bomb’s detonations instantly destroys the the car, and, by extension, the force of the blast sends Michael and Walters’ cars backwards, smashing them into a ‘Better Call Saul!’ advertisement on one of the buildings.
Walter climbs out of the wreckage slowly, his leg limping on the road. He looks back at his crashed car, and to his shock, he sees Jesse—who wasn’t breathing.
“Jesse. Jesse!”
Walter keels over, looking at Jesse’s corpse. “Shit… shit…”
Peering through his broken glasses, Heisenberg sees Michael exit his car—which had taken significantly less damage than Walter’s.
Both began to limp towards each other, looking straight in each other’s eyes with fury. Walter reaches in his pocket for his gun.
(Cue: The Undead - Terry Devine-King)
“Fuck you… fuck your stupid mafia… fuck your stupid offers! I want nothing to do with you ‘Corleones’ or your business… I’m doing this for my family!” Walter yells, pointing his gun towards Michael. “I advise that you tread lightly… you’ve really made me angry.”
Michael seems like he’s about to reply—but he spits out blood. Reaching for his own gun in his pocket with a trembling hand, half with fear and half with pain.
Walter stares at Michael even more intensely, holding his gun closer to the mafioso.
“I’ll make you an offer…” Walter continues. “Just sit down… and die… and spare us both the trouble…”
Michael slips his gun back into his pocket, and, instead, swings his fist into Walter’s soot-coated face, pushing him backwards and causing a stream of blood to shoot from Walter’s nose.
“You really are incompetent,” Michael replies through staggered breaths. “One of the many rules of crime… never let anyone know what you’re thinking.”
Walter stops himself from falling over by planting his knee in the ground, before stumbling back up to his feet and delivering a punch to Michael’s face.
“You may be in the money business—but I’m in the empire business!” Walter yells, kneeing Michael in the gut and sending the mafioso stumbling backwards.
Walter lunges forward to land another blow on Michael, but the latter blocks with an open hand and headbutts Walter’s face with enough force to push Heisenberg to the ground!
Reeling his fist back, Michael looks down on Walt with grit teeth, crimson blood streaming from his mouth. He brings his fist down with full force, smashing Walter’s head against the pavement and causing his glasses to slip off of his face.
Michael reels his fist back once more, but before he can attack once more, Walter forces Michael off of him by pushing him back. Walter sighs, recomposes himself, and rises back to his feet.
“I respect your tenacity…” Michael almost chokes on his words, struggling to stand. “You’ve done everything to provide for your family…”
“We’re the same.”
Those words sent shock through Walter—he had to respond. Struggling to remain his footing too, Walter replies to Michael.
“No. You’re a degenerative piece of filth, and you deserve to die…”
Walter’s knees almost buckle under the pressure, but he still manages to swing his fist towards Michael, who grabs it in his palm. Retaliating with a right hook to Walter’s face, Michael’s blow is quickly blocked by his adversary.
Walter thrusts his knee into Michael’s crotch, knocking him to the floor. He raises his foot and attempts to stomp on his head, but Michael had grabbed a handful of soot and threw it in his face.
“Damn it…!” Walter yells, staggering back while trying to wipe the ash out of his eyes. Michael charges the now-blinded Walter, delivering two blows to Walter’s face at a breakneck pace—effectively damaging Heisenberg but also cleaning the soot out of his eyes.
Walter, as soon as he could see again, delivers a punch to Michael’s face, pushing him back. Walter pulls out his gun and fires at Michael’s shoulder.
A loud BANG! rings in Michael’s ears as he stumbles backwards and into a corner.
“Gah!” Michael yells, grabbing his shoulder. Walter then socks Michael in the face, pushing his head against the wall and causing another round of blood to ooze out of Michael’s mouth and nose.
Walter turns his gun around and soon bashes the buttstock against Michael’s head, causing one of his legs to give out. Michael, however, uses some of his remaining strength to ram his foot into Walter’s knee, pushing him over too.
Michael keels over on top of Walter, before regaining his composure and hitting Walter in the face with a swift backhand. In response, Heisenberg grabs Michael by the shirt and can barely manage to throw the mafioso off of himself, with Michael landing a foot away. Walter stands back up and rushes towards Michael—who was on the ground—delivering a swift kick to his face.
Michael lies on the ground next to his damaged car, looking as if he could pass out at any given moment. Walter approaches him and sets his foot on his chest to prevent him from moving.
Walter points his gun towards Michael’s head.
“Any last words?”
Michael coughs out more blood before looking back up at Walter.
“I came to your house… I killed your friend… you must really hate me…”
Walter grits his teeth, holding his gun tighter.
“I was always told that you never hate your enemies—it affects your judgement. You know who told me that? My father.” Michael continues.
Walter sighs, still grasping his gun.
“He also told me to always seek a peaceful solution… no matter what the problem was…” Michael finished.
“Why the hell are you telling me that?!” Walter yells through grit teeth as his finger slides to the trigger.
“It’s simple, Heisenberg…” Michael says coldly.
“I was stalling you.”
Michael finally reaches his gun, which had fallen about a foot away from him, and points it up.
BANG!
One bullet darts directly into Walter’s throat, causing crimson blood to ooze out of the wound. Heisenberg stumbles backwards and into a dead end.
Michael stumbles to his feet and opens the door to his car, and despite it’s damage—speeds towards Walter!
At a high speed, Michael’s car rams into Walter, smashing the drug kingpin into a mess of gore, giblets flying everywhere.
KO!
(Cue: Baby Blue - Badfinger)
Quickly opening the car, Michael hastily limps away from the wreckage. Looking back at the car, he sighs.
As the wreckage of the vehicle explodes in flames, Michael keels over on the ground and falls unconscious.
- Ending Screen A: Michael is seen sitting at his desk—his injuries from battle nearly invisible, apart from a bandage around the bullet wound in his arm. He reaches the other arm out and the remaining drug dealers of New Mexico, all gathered in the room, bow in front of him.
- Ending Screen B: Because of misinformation given to them, the DEA is investigating the site of the crash, believing it to be caused by the cartel. Hank Schrader looks at the wreckage and manages to notice Walter’s severed head laying among the wreckage. “Holy shit…” are the only words he can make out.
Results[]
Kitty: Woah… guess he got Heisen-‘burnt!’ Haha…
Puppy: This was definitely one of our closest battles, given that it was moreover a battle of wits than a physical battle. Both had multiple advantages over the other, but in the end, Michael had just what he needed to take Walter out.
Kitty: Yeah. For starters, Walter was only a teensy bit stronger, given that he was capable of denting a paper towel holder, but Michael was more than capable of handling what he could dish out—given that he’s survived bullet wounds, which is more than we can say for Walter.
Puppy: Not to mention that he’s a lot better in a fight. Not only did Michael fight in the marines for years, but he also won the Navy Cross among many other medals in war, proving his competence in a battle.
Kitty: But that’s not to say Walter didn’t have his fair share of skills—Michael follows more of a moral code than Walter, so it means he would be vulnerable to Walter’s manipulation and backhand tactics, though Michael’s longer time in the crime industry means he’d most certainly have a way around that.
Puppy: Walter certainly had the better weaponry, however. He had chemicals, guns and even pipe bombs in his arsenal, but Michael had a lot more skill with the weapons he had, meaning he would more times than not land a finishing blow with his gun compared to Walter.
Kitty: Even in the long run, Michael was a better strategist! While Walter was certainly smarter, Michael was a lot more proficient in battle. He was also a lot better at improvisation—given that he could avoid and save his wife from an assassination attempt right as it was happening, which could certainly help him against Walter’s unpredictability.
Puppy: And while Walter was capable of ordering and causing Gus Fring’s death, Michael was capable of outsmarting and killing the leaders of the Four Families, which was on a lot higher of a scale than Heisenberg’s manipulation. Walter was certainly an intelligent, not to mention badass leader, but Michael’s skills, strategy and experience were too much for Heisenberg to deal with.
Kitty: If you thought Michael would lose… Paci-no way! He left Walter feeling blue.
Puppy: The winner is Michael Corleone.
Next Time on Death Battle![]
Celica: "I was thinking about a childhood friend of mine. For some reason, we can never quite seem to meet up... Is it fate that keeps us apart?"
Ophilia: “Till we meet again, dear sister. May the Sacred Flame light your path!"
Trivia[]
- The connections between Michael Corleone and Walter White are two average people who join the crime business after unfortunate events. They eventually descend into madness and use family as an excuse for their wrongdoings and grow corrupt, estranging themselves from said family. They both cause the deaths of their brothers/step-brothers (Michael orders the death of Fredo and Hank is killed by the Neo-Nazis, people Walt worked with) and they eventually die old and alone, and instead of helping their family, they only tore it apart.
- The soundtrack name would be "Breaking the Business" as a reference to Breaking Bad and Michael's work in the Mafia business.
- The cover depicts the famous Heisenberg sketch from Breaking Bad, with Michael’s fedora sitting on top of the paper. Behind the sketch is multiple stacks of money.
