| “ | Man, what the hood done for me? Always dragging me down. Ever since I got out of the hood shit been cracking! That's everybody's dream, to get out of the hood...
— CJ Johnson
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For most of his life, Carl "CJ" Johnson had known only two things: gangbanging and tragedy. He and his brother Sweet were leaders of the Grove Street Family in Los Santos in the 1980s-1990s, leading to a life of crime. CJ would lose his younger brother Brian to violence, forcing him to leave to Liberty City in shame. Tragedy would continue to hound him still when he too lost his mother, Beverly, from similar gang violence. When he returned to Los Santos to bury his mother, he was then beset by his enemies from the police (specifically Officer Tenpenny) and the rival gang the Ballas.
CJ would later fight back against them, waging a war against rival street gangs, the Mafia, the police and even the military. Even as he is betrayed by his former comrades Big Smoke and Ryder, and his brother captured and jail, CJ continued fighting for his turf and building alliances in the process. What sets CJ apart from other OGs is his more humanistic side. Like Sweet, he also prohibits the sale of dangerous hard drugs like crack cocaine, and tends to help out homies who need his help.
Battle vs. Marcus Reed (by Killermoves)[]
Gangsta life is like livin’ the life of a crab in a bucket. No matter how much you try to get out, you just keep fallin’ in it. A never endin’ ball-crunchin’ life in the streetz. There are no good or bad here; just people rollin’ the unlucky dice in the Game of Life.
Gangster CJ Johnson knew this, as he laid on his bed with Tec-9s in his hands. Ever since the biggest gang war-slash-riot that happened on U.S. soil, CJ has never found peace. His mind has always been fucked up with all sorts of fears; worrying about his brotha' Sweet, retaliation from rival gangs, making sure to keep his sista’ safe, and all that. War veteran he was, violence has taken a big load of crap right into his head. He ain’t never findin' peace.
Unbeknownst to CJ, one foolish detective had decided to surprise him in his own home. Creepin' slowly into the house and was now walkin' on the stairs, was busta Marcus Reed with a shotgun, ready to blow up the ass of any motherfucka inside. The marijuana-smelling suburban house reminded Marcus of his own crack bed back in the big city. But unlike all those foolish gangstas, Marcus was smart enough to turn his life around. Now his job was to make sure to assist fellow gangstas to get their own shit together; and he’s gonna do it either with sweet words or a buckshot to the face.
As CJ was nearin' into dozin' off, the door of his bedroom suddenly burst outwards from a powerful kick. “Hands in the air, scumbag!” yelled Marcus.
“Who da fuck are you?!” asked CJ as he rolled behind his bed.
“I’m the motherfuckin’ Judge Dredd, fool! Now ya’ got the right to remain silent, any word or crap-“
CJ suddenly started to spray the whole room with machine gun fire, yellin' “You picked the wrong house, fool!” Marcus managed to dive to the floor before also firin' wildly with his Spas 12. “Mothafucka!” Marcus yelled in pain as shots rained down above him and his wrist feelin' the booms from his boomstick.
Sadly, CJ had already escaped by jumpin' from his bedroom window, landin' and rollin' on the sidewalk. Drawin' his Colt, he aimed it sideways and rained bullets on his window to keep Marcus pinned down. Marcus, though pinned, tried to fire back but found his shotgun lackin' the range. And so he grabbed his M16 rifle, took aim, and rained down shiznaz right at the cul de sac. CJ tried to zigzag his way as he ran for cover, but that unlucky bastard got tagged right on the motherfuckin’ leg.
He went down in pain, but managed to crawl right behind his car. He then took out an AK-47 from inside and fired back at Marcus, but the narc was already gone. Marcus ran down from the stairs and was ready to confront CJ right in the streetz. When he got out though, he was the one surprised as he saw CJ… on the sky with a jetpack… rainin' down lead on him.
The awe-strucked Marcus took a punk-ass shot in the shoulder, and gruntin' in pain, tried to fire back. As his shoulder burned in pain, Marcus ended up throwin' his rifle away and decided to fight usin' his favorite pistols. With a flyin' motherfucker above rainin' down Armageddon, Marcus took aim with his Desert Eagles.
CRUNCH! The sound of Marcus’s wrists breakin' and dislocatin' from the force of a couple of shots from his Du-eagles. “Gaaaah! Mothafucka!” Marcus yelled as pain shot from his hands that was felt all over his body even in his ass.
“Ha! What a fuckin’ bitch!” said CJ laughin'. As bullets continued to rain down, Marcus went back inside the house to get some cover and a breather. CJ ended up emptyin' all of his mags on his own home to make sure that guy ain’t comin' out. He then landed back on the streetz, grabbed his pistol and a bat, and started walkin' back inside.
As CJ walked into his livin' room looking for that busta, Marcus suddenly came out and zapped him with a taser. Fallin' down, Marcus wasted no time in usin' every adrenaline he had to block the pain from his hand, to literally give CJ the ass whoopin' of a lifetime with a nightstick. As CJ took those blows like a G, he managed to roll backwards and got back up to his feet. He roundhoused the nightstick off Marcus’s hand like he was kung fu fightin’, before grabbin' his bat and making a powerful swing at Marcus’s head.
The cop’s head exploded like an egg, blood sprayed all over the livin' room. As the fuzz went down like a chump, CJ yelled “Who’s bad?! I’m bad!” in victory.
Winner: CJ Johnson
Expert's Opinion[]
Although Marcus Reed is better trained, experts determined that CJ Johnson's better weapons and more experience fighting different types of gangs and enemies, sealed him the victory.
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Battle vs. Lalo Salamanca (by Battlefan237)[]
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