Bloods vs Medellin Cartel

Beginning Analysis: What happens when east coast thugs take on South American drug lords? Read on to see who...is...deadliest!?

Medellian Cartel
Short Range: Machete
Medium Range: Mini-Uzi
Long Range: M60 Heavy Machine Gun
Explosive: Car Bomb

Bloods
Short Range: Baseball Bat
Medium Range: AK-47 Assault Rifle
Long Range: RPK Light Machine Gun
Explosive: Molotov Cocktail

Who Got the Edge
Machete vs Baseball Bat: Both weapons get the edge. One bludgeons, while the other slashes & amputates. Regardless of what they can do to the body, they're going to kill no matter how they're used
Mini-Uzi vs AK-47: The AK-47 gets the edge. See Somali Pirates vs Medellin Cartel for details.
RPK vs M60:  The RPK gets the edge. Despite the M60 being able to hold more ammunition (could be belt fed or take either 100 or 200 round boxes, while the RPK can only take 40 round clips or 75 round drums), the RPK has a faster firing rate (600 rounds a minute, while the M60 fires at 550 rounds a minute), longer barrel length (590mm compared to the M60's barrel length of 560mm), and weight unloaded (4.8 kg unloaded compared to the M60's unloaded weight of 10.4kg).
Car Bomb vs Molotov Cocktail: The Car Bomb gets the edge. The blast radius is far too large, and the damage is too devastating. With the Molotov Cocktail, if you can get out of the way as it goes off, then your safe.

Setup
Miami Florida, 1990. A a beachhouse up on a hill, 5 bloods were getting ready to make a hit on a rival latino gang house. As one of the bloods put it: "It's a house filled with with mutha-fuckin gardners."
As they were heading towards their cadillac, the bloods began speaking about their hit.
"Hey *****, whatca know about this house were gonna whack?"
"Not sure my brotha, but I heard they got some good ****. We take them out, and all that is ours."
The 5 bloods got into the car, and headed out towards their target. In the trunk was a bunch of weapons: some AK-47s, a baseball bat or two, a couple of Molotov Cocktails, and even a RPK. The driver of the car, and the leader of the group, Marcus, was tapped on the shoulder by a buddy of his in the backseat.
"Hey Marcus, how the **** did you get that RPK man!? That things sweet!"
"Can't reveal my secrets." Marcus replied. "When we get to the house, nobody else is touching that sweet thing but me. got it!"
Everybody else in the car just knodded. They knew not to mess with Marcus, or his stuff. He was a blood who had been in the game for a long time. Marcus had become something of a local legend to the other bloods who had been living in Miami, a brother who had earned & deserved respect.
They were nearing their target. Marcus pulled up nearby the house so they wouldn't be caught. He unbuckled his seat belt, and turned around to face the other bloods in the car, they told them what was about to go down.
"Alright niggas, here the scoop. From what I heard, inside that house is some of the finest cocaine in the entire world. All we got to do is take out the ****** wetbacks that live inside, and their **** is ours. You boys ready to shows these mexicans that Miami is our town!?"
Everybody else in the car got pumped, and exited the vehicle. Marcus popped the trunk, and got out also. Everybody else had gotten their weapons, leaving the RPK alone. Marcus saw that his gun was untouched, and picked it up. He loaded a clip in, and they all headed for the house.
When they got to the house, they saw that the garage was open, and that a single person was working on a jeep's engine. One of the bloods, Malcolm, tried to get the mechanic's attention by banging his baseball bat againt two metal garbage cans.
"Hey Marcus, not only does this house have gardeners, it's even got a mechanic! Hey paco, you mind fixing my cadillac for me? What do you say?"
Without warning, the so-called mechanic pulled out a Mini-Uzi from inside the jeep, and completely emptied the clip into Malcolm's body. He dropped his baseball bat, then dropped himself onto the driveway.

Bloods: 4/Medellin Cartel: 5

The shooter then began to run for the front door of the house to try & alert everybody, but Marcus came behind him, and released a couple shots from the RPK. The bullets blew out a chunk of the mechanic's back, and the body dropped onto the steps in a disgusting heap.

Bloods: 4/Medellin Cartel: 4

From inside the house, Marcus could hear people scrambling around. They sound panicked, but not disorganized. He walked to the body of his fellow blood, and picked up the baseball bat. The other bloods got in close, said their words, and went straight for the front door.
Marcus put his ear to the door to listen in on the guys inside the house. It was quiet. Too quiet, Marcus thought to himself. "Hey, you two, break down this door." Marcus said. Two of the bloods with him came right up to the door, and began banging the door down. A couple seconds later, and the two bloods had bashed the door down, only to be greeted by a hail of bullets coming from a balcony across from the door. Marcus and the other blood with him backed to the sides as the two bodies tumbled down the stair.

Bloods: 2/Medellin Cartel: 4

"Mutha ******!" Marcus yelled. The stream of bullets kept coming through the door way, landing into the concrete driveway, while a few stray bullets landed the the dead bodies at the bottom of the stairs. A moment later, and the bullets suddenly stopped coming. Thinking it was time to act, Marcus grabbed the Molotov Cocktail that was his the pocket of his shorts. He took out a lighter, and lit the rag. He peeked into the house, and threw the bomb at the balcony. The gunner had little time to react as the bottle exploded, sending it's firey contents all over him and his machine gun. He screams could have been heard for miles.

Bloods: 2/Medellin Cartel: 3

"Damn." said the blood across from Marcus. "Smells like barbeque gone bad."
"I hear you *****." Marcus replied. "Lets get inside, and kill these ****** wackjobs. We'll take their **** afterwards."
The other blood knodded, and they entered the house. The smell of freshly burned skin filled the air, and Marcus and his buddy were barely able to keep their stomachs from turning. They were keeping their eyes open, when they saw a latino man coming running in with a fire extinguisher. He sprayed the fire until it dissipated, then he noticed the two bloods on the bottom floor. Marcus's friend ducked out of the way when the fire extinguisher came his way. In retaliation, he let loose with his AK-47. Every one of the bullets landed in the latino's chest.

Bloods: 2/Medellin Cartel: 2

"*****, that was some good shooting." Marcus said, patting his friend on the back. "Now let's go upstairs and see what kind of loot they got."
The two bloods began heading upstairs, when they say a large door, partially opened to their left. They began heading in that direction, when they thought they heard the sound of footsteps inside. Marcus & his friend stood back for a second, they went right in.
They busted the door wide open, and immediately saw piles of cocaine on a table to their right. In a closet to the left was a pile of illegal weapons. An M60, some Mini-Uzis, and a bunch of other that Marcus hadn't seen before. The two bloods kept looking around, when they saw a flagpole behind a desk, holding what looked like a Columbian flag., and that's when it hit them.
"Man, this ain't some gardner's club. We're dealing with Columbian nutjobs!" Marcus's friend yelled angrily.
"I thought they were just ****** gardners." Marcus spoke. "Besides, we're going to get some good **** to sell, and those gun are going to be mighty fine in our collection. Let's get cracking."
While the two bloods were put the stolen items into piles, they failed to notice a Columbian sneaking up behind them, gripping a freshly sharpened Machete. The Columbian let out a quick cry, and started chopping at Marcus's friend. By the time he could react, Marcus saw that his buddy was chopped up like liver.

Bloods: 1/Medellin Cartel: 2

Marcus quickly grabbed his Baseball Bat, and the two men began fighting. After a couple seconds, Marcus managed to hit the Columbian in the chest, causing him to drop his Machete. After he dropped to his kness, Marcus applied the finishing blow, sending brain matter and bits of skull, all over the floor.

Bloods: 1/Medellin Cartel: 1

Marcus dropped his Baseball bat, and as he was about to pick up his RPK, he heard footsteps running down the stairs, and out onto the driveway. He looked for a window, and saw that a Columbian was trying to start up the jeep in the garage. The engine was stuttering, and this gave Marcus time to act. Remembering that he saw a remote-like device among the piles of loot, he quickly went back, and picked it up. With a push of the button, the jeep exploded, killing it's occupant, and shaking the whole house.
"Damn, I knew that this was good for something!" Marcus shouted happily.

Bloods: 1/Medellin Cartel: 0

Bloods: 522
Baseball Bat: 6
AK-47: 204
RPK: 140
Molotov Cocktail: 170

Medellin Cartel: 478
Machete: 54
Mini-Uzi: 188
M60: 96
Carbomb: 140


Ending Assessment: Despite their more sophisticated tactics & weapons, the Medellin Cartel were no match for the thug mentality, nor the expertise of street fighting, that the Bloods possessed.
Strongest Weapon: With 204 kills, the Blood's AK-47 is the strongest weapon of this fight.
Weakest Weapon: In contrast, the Blood's baseball bat, with it's 6 kills, take the weakest weapon spot.