Sicilian Mafia vs Irish Mafia

Beginning Analysis: What happens when the leaders of New York's underworld take on rag-tag hooligans? Read on to see who...is...deadliest!?

Sicilian Mafia
Short Range: M1897 Shotgun
Medium Range: Colt M1911 Pistol
Long Range: Tommygun
Special: Ice Pick

Irish Mafia
Short Range: Double-Barrel Shotgun
Medium Range: Webley Revolver
Long Range: Sten Submachine Gun
Special: Garrote Wire

Who Got the Edge
M1897 Shotgun vs Double-Barrel Shotgun: The M1897 Shotgun gets the edge. Although both have approximately the same range, the M1897 has a higher ammo capacity (7 shells compared to the Double-Barrel Shotgun's capacity of just 2 shells). On top of that, someone with a M1897 has to reload much later that someone using a double-barrel.
Colt M1911 vs Webley: Both pistols get the edge. Despite their small differences (Webley had a slightly longer barrel, while the Colt had a slightly higher ammo capacity), their compact size means that somebody could sneak one of these guns to a fight, and not have anybody notice unless they were looking very carefully.
Tommygun vs Sten: The Tommygun gets the edge. See Mafia vs Yakuza for details.
Ice Pick vs Garrote Wire: The Ice Pick gets the edge. Similar to the Shoe Knife vs Garrote Wire, the Ice Pick can be used from any side & angle. With the Garrote Wire, you have to attack from behind, and you have to be as quiet as possible. Otherwise, the surprised is ruined.

Setup
New York City, 1942. In O'Leary's Tavern, just off of broadway, Collin O'Leary was busy cleaning a couple glass that the patrons had left behind. The tavern was very quiet, although the buzzing of the street could be seen from the windows, and people were passing by with a constant frequency. All was calm, until 5 men in fine suits came walking in, looking rather intimidating.
"Are you Collin O'Malley?" one of the suits asked.
"Depends?" Collin asked "Mind telling me who you are?"
"The name's Villy." the suit replied. "Me and my family have been interested in buying this place for quite some time. The beer is good, and the food ain't half bad. What do you say?"
Collin rubbed his chin, then he spoke. "First off, I am Collin O'Malley. Secondly, "my" family has owned this tavern for 4 decades, and we aren't going to hand it over to wops who'll turn this place into a ******* cabaret. Get the hell out!"
"What the hell did you just call me?" asked Vinny.
"I called you a damn ***." Collin growled. "Got a problem with that?"
Vinny cleared his throat. "Yeah I do...Mic."
Collin was feeling under the bar for something. A second later, he pulled out a Webley Revolver, and placed the barrel right against Vinny's forehead. The four suits were stunned by Collin's actions. "I'm only going to say this one more time." Collin growled. "Get...the hell out!"
"Okay, Okay." Vinny said nervously as he stepped backwards. He regrouped with the four suits standing behind him, and they began to walk out of the tavern. Collin was beginning to put the Webley back under the bar, when a loud bang echoed through the tavern, followed by glass breaking. Collin immediately dropped down, then felt his body. No bullets wounds, he thought to himself while breathing a sigh of relief. He got back up, and noticed the shattered bottle of whiskey that his family brought over from Ireland 4 decades ago. Furious, he raised his Webley, and let out a shot. Vinny and the 4 suits stood perfectly still, checking each other for gunshot wounds. The 4 suits were fine, but Vinny was feeling a little funny. He looked down, and saw blood coming out of a wound...right where his heart was. He looked back up, fell to his knees, and slumped to the ground.

Sicilian Mafia: 4/Irish Mafia: 5

The 4 suits looked right up at O'Leary, who was now holding his Webley right at them. "Anybody else want to try me!?" Collin yelled. The 4 suits just shook their heads, and ran right out of the Tavern. Good riddance, Collin muttered to himself. Just as he put the Webley back under the bar table, the windows of the tavern suddenly broke as hail of bullets came into the building.
Collin ducked down behind the bar. He didn't even dare try to come out of cover for fear that he would get hit by a stray bullet. He saw the door right next to the bar open up, and saw a body fall out. It was his cousin Brian, who was only 23 years old. His stark, still face was pointed right at Collin, giving him a stare that would remain in his mind for the rest of his days.

Sicilian Mafia: 4/Irish Mafia: 4

Collin gave himself a few moments to cry, then went back for his Webley. At this time, he was outmanned and outgunned, and their seemed to be little hope for any kind of rescue, until some gunfire from the balcony above him started going right through the ruined windows. Giving a prayer of thanks to God, Collin started firing back and the Sicilians who tried to weasel their way into his family's tavern. Another bullet flew out of his Webley, and went right out the window. Now Collin couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard one of the Sicilians slam against a car, probably because he actually managed to hit him.

Sicilian Mafia: 3/Irish Mafia: 4

The Sicilians were now pouring on the heat. If Collin was to attempted an escape, he would more than likely get shot in the back, or the head. Whichever the Sicilians wanted, he knew he would get shot. Just then, Collin nephew Michael came bursting in through the same door that Brian did earler. This time, he immediately ducked behind the bar, and managed to not get shot.
"Michael, it's good to friggen see you." Collin said, giving his nephew a needed hug.
"How the hell are you doing, you old goat?" Michael asked.
"Oh, I'm just fine." replied Collin sarcastically. "Other than getting shot at, today's been great so far!"
"We got the car started in the back." Michael responded. "Let's get the hell out of here!"
Collin nodded in agreement. The two waited until the gunfire calmed down, then immediately made a run for it through the side door. They quickly went through the kitcken, and out into the alleyway. In the front of the car was Collin's brother, Sam, and his 2nd cousin, Tom. Collin opened the back door, and took a seat. Michael didn't get inside, which caused Collin to worry.
"Michael, get in!" shouted Collin.
"It's alright." he replied. "I'll be fine. They won't get past me. Besides, the drivers are taking you to a place that's appropriate for the current situation."
"Michael, you crazy......" was all that Collin managed to blurt out before the car sped away. He looked back, and saw his nephew fire off a couple shots from his Sten, just before he got shot himself.

Sicilian Mafia: 3/Irish Mafia: 3

As the car drove further away, Collin could see 3 Sicilians exit the back of the tavern. He couldn't see their faces, but he could tell they were pissed. That didn't matter to him, as two of his own family members died. Revenge was all that was on his mind right now, and givin what his nephew told him, it would be sated very soon.
A few minutes later, Collin, Tom, and Sam pulled up in front of one of the biggest Sicilian joints in New York City, Salermo's. The mob frequently gathered here to plan out their schemes. The sight of the place filled Collin with a rage that couldn't be describe. Tom and Sam were right in the boat with him. Collin reloaded his Webley, and picked up a Garrote Wire. Sam loaded two shells into a Double-Barrel Shotgun, and Tom pick up a Sten from under his seat. After nodding to each other, they exited the car, and went right into Salermo's.
Expecting to find the place to be packed, the three Irishman were surprised to find that Salermo's was completely empty. The place looked nice, but there wasn't anything going on.
"Collin, I don't like the look of this place." Tom said nervously.
"I'm with you on that." replied Collin.
"Let's keep our eyes open." said Sam. "I don't want to get shot."
Just then, a loug bang echoed through the place. Collin looked at Tom, and Tom looked at Collin. There was nothing out of the ordinary about either of them. They then turned their attention to Sam, who had blood coming out of his throat. He fell to his knees, dropping his Double-Barrel Shotgun, and slumping to the floor into a lifeless pile.

Sicilian Mafia: 3/Irish Mafia: 2

Collin & Tom immediately flipped over a table, and ducked right behind him. The three Sicilians from the Tavern managed to get to Salermo's before they did. Collin got pissed, and stood up from the table, landing a shot from his Webley right between the eyes of one of the Sicilians.

Sicilian Mafia: 2/Irish Mafia: 2

Collin ducked right back down, and turned to face his cousin Tom. "Hey, I got an idea?"
"What?" Tom asked. Collin leaned over, and whispered into his cousin's ear about the plan. After a few seconds, they both nodded in agreement. Immediately, Collin ran right out of Salermo's, while Tom still hid right behind the table. After a few seconds, he stoop right up, and let loose his entire clip in his Sten. At the same time, one of the Sicilians fire off a shell from his M1897 Shotgun. Through some strange quirk of fate, both Tom and the Sicilian with the shotgun fell to the ground at the exact same time.

Sicilian Mafia: 1/Irish Mafia: 1

The last Sicilian hid in a broom closet to avoid getting shot by the Sten. After a second or two, he peeked outside, and saw the Irishman and one of his friends dead on the floor. Not giving a moment of pause, the last Sicilian went through the back door, and out into the alleyway.
The Sicilian bursted through the back door, and out into the alleyway. The cars on the street were echoing through the brick buildings, and steam was rising through sewer grates. He looked from side to side, and was about to go back inside Salermo's, when he heard some noises at the end of the alleyway. Nervously gripping his Thompson, he walked throught the alleyway, looking for whatever made the noise. He kept walking down, until the last Irishman jumped him from behind, wrapping a Garrote Wire around his neck. The pain from the wire digging into his throat was intense. He was trying to shake off the Irishman, but his foe was just too scrappy. Finally, he managed to ram the Irishman against the brick wall, causing him to loosen his grip with the Garrote Wire. After recovering from the attack, the Sicilian put his hand in his pocket and pulled out an Ice Pick he took from the restaurant. The Irishman tried to charge him, but the Sicilian thrusted the Ice Pick right into the Irishman's forehead. He pulled the Ice Pick out, and the Irishman's body flopped to the ground. It shook for a moment or two, then it immediately seized up. The Sicilian simple cleaned off the Ice Pick, and threw it into the trash.

Sicilian Mafia: 1/Irish Mafia: 0

Sicilian Mafia: 566
M1897 Shotgun: 200
Colt M1911: 100
Tommygun: 200
Ice Pick: 66

Irish Mafia: 434
Double-Barrel Shotgun: 100
Webley Revolver: 100
Sten: 200
Garrote Wire: 34

Ending Assessment: The Irish Mafia was just far too basic in both crime & tactics, and that allowed the more sophisticated Sicilian Mafia to win the fight.
Strongest Weapon: Both gangs had strong weapons. The Sicilian's Tommygun & M1897 Shotgun, and the Irish Mafia's Sten got 200 kills each, making them the strongest weapons of this fight.
Weakest Weapon: With it's limited use, and 34 kills, the Garrote Wire is the weakest weapon of this match.