Welcome to the Home of the RC Army

The Rockin' Cocks started as a three man pump team at a local Charlottesville paintball tournament in 2006. Since then the Rockin' Cocks have expanded to a full roster and network of teams across the world. The RC Army represents that family of pump players made up of the Rockin' Cocks, The RC Revolution (Northern VA), RC Red Star (Australia) and RC Sweden.

We play all kinds of paintball but what we love is playing tournaments with pumps. We don't care what the other team is shooting as long as we've got our pumps...we are having a good time.

Check out or rosters, videos, pics and propaganda. If you like what you see...or even if you don't...leave a comment and let us know what you think.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Kaos 3 man Series and Pump Tournament


Skirmish SA in conjunction with SAPPA (South Australian Paintball Players Association) have been running a 3 man tournament series that fills in the time between the 5 man series games. The most recent 3 man tournament was played in conjunction with a 3 man pump tournament. Mun Chen aka Ed aka JCS_Liason_Neo has been working over the years to try to get interest up in the pump game. Running a pump tourney in conjunction with the 3 man series was an excellent way to conveniently test the waters. It being the first test, the tournament consisted of only 3 teams; RC Red Star, Ruin, and The Reffs (appropriately named as they were largely the guys reffing the 3 man semi tourney).

Using Millenium rules each team played each other in a 3 game series twice. In other words RC Red Star played 6 games against Ruin and 6 against Reffs over the course of the day. All teams played well and there was an unmistakeable commeraderie between all the pump teams. Ruin was largely a bushball team and were taking this pump tourney as an opportunity to check out tourney play. Jas from Ruin showed me his collection of very unique pumps ranging from pumped mags, to customized phantoms. The rest of Ruin were rocking sl68II's. Simon aka Funky from Fusion Red threw his hat in the ring to give the pump game a try. He and I were shooting SL68II rentals while our teammate JCS was shooting his stockfeed phantom. The Reffs were doing it right with some really nice open class snipers complete with CCM pump kits.

No matter what level of experience or gear, everyone proved to be a hero at one point or another. Ultimately The Reffs dominated the tournament. Ruin took one game from them, but RC Red Star got blown up game after game. In the end RC took the 2nd place position, but the main purpose of this day was to get some pumpers together to have some fun and encourage others to join in the pump game. Congrats to The Reffs for showing us all how to kick it old school.

Congratulations to Fusion Blue as well for pulling out their win in the 3 man open class tournament. See you guys in November at the 5 man (Fusion Red's coming at ya).



Finally, I have to share a quick story of how much of a tool I can be. Because it was a 5 man tournament we didn't play on the entire field. A line was put on the field to demarcate the new boundaries. Over the course of the day it was noticed that one bunker was inhabited by a beehive. As it warmed up and the games got more intense the bees became significantly more active. From the sidelines we joked about guys diving into that bunker and getting swarmed, sometimes you heard "Bee's are Hot... shoot bee's" and other tomfoolery (tomfoolery?). Anyway, during an intense game I ran through to trade out with the snake. I got the drop on him so I shot him and decided to run through to the back of the field. It was 2 on 1 and their 1 player was in the center 50. I figured if I ran through to get behind him he'd have no chance as he'd be between two RC's. I picked the bunker I wanted to stop at to start the gunbattle. As I rapidly approached said bunker at pace I realized it was the dreaded Bee Bunker. Without missing a beat I yelled 'BEEEEES!' and kept going to the next bunker in the line... subsequently running out of bounds at full speed. Luckily JSC was able to pull out the 1 v1 and I was saved a little bit of pride.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

RC Red Star Jerseys





These are the first 3 jerseys for the Australian RC Red Star team. We changed from black to white tee's because of the extreme heat here in South Australia. Even in Virginia, during a long day of sun, we questioned the black tee's... but then we remembered how hard the look. Everything's in a bit of a USSR font. On the right sleeve is the Chinese character for 'rooster'. I miss the 'agg rooster' from the other jerseys, but I wasn't about to make that into a stencil again. Also don't miss the 'bomb' symbol on the bottom left. I think they came out pretty well considering I was using stencils and spraypaint. Unfortunately these are 2xl and aren't quite the size I'd like... but it's a start. Check the pics below.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

SAPPA 5 man Round 4: A 3rd Party 1st Impression

(photo courtesy of Jeff Pasko from Carnage)

So I’m the new guy in town. I just moved from the United States about 6 months ago and had heard some discouraging things about the paintball culture in Australia. Paintball has been a significant part of my life over the past few years and I was determined to get involved in the Adelaide paintball scene despite ominous rumors about the legality, availability and cost of playing. After moving to the other side of the planet, paintball wasn’t my primary concern. But after a few months, and finding employment, I found myself poking around Bills Paintball Forums again. I found an unanswered PM from a local baller. The message was probably a year old or so, but I gave it a shot. After some messages back and forth I found myself dusting off my Flex in anticipation for Round 4 SAPPA 5 man. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was going to get a better idea Saturday as I’d agreed to help set up the field with Simon from Fusion.

My first realization upon arriving at the field, and looking at the South Australian landscape, was that I had spent the last 6 months of my life in cities. I gotta get out more! Then I came across the staging area, “Nice nets, nice set up, plenty of tables, cover from the sun… these guys have thought this through.” Then we walked up to the fields. I heard a comment about how the ground wasn’t perfectly even, and that there wasn’t much topsoil but they were working on it. Meantime, the last tourney I played in was on mulch. The one before that was, quite literally, on the side of a hill. Cement borders, decent posts, some of the outside netting was a little beat up, but the netting was strong where it counts. Quality paintball facility here, “Let’s get to work”.

There were already a good handful of guys on the field dragging bunkers around. As I stepped under the nets I was struck with a feeling of nostalgia as the smell of broken paint filled my nose. For a moment it felt like I was on my home field, with my old teammates that had become my family. The collection of bunkers was, admittedly, a bit ad hoc. Quality bunkers, but unmatched and spanning a few years of paintball history. However, as I started helping to place and set the bunkers I realized that the other guys out there that day weren’t paid by anyone. They were fellow ballers, who were just helping to set up the field for their tournament tomorrow. Additionally, the bunkers were all unmatched because many of them were shipped in on loan from the very teams who were participating the next day. Some of the bunkers were owned by the SAPPA who took the dues paid by the players for their purchase.

After a long day of hard work, foul language and a bit too much sun, we took some time to walk the completed fields. We planned our break out, and looked for key lanes and bunkers. Once we were satisfied with what we had dreamed up, we packed up our stuff and headed back to the city.

I arrived on the day of the event with all the gear I was allowed to bring on the plane from the States, which doesn’t include a marker, tank or hopper. So I wasn’t really sure how that was going to work out, but was confident that my team mates were prepared to help. (Incidentally I’m still looking for a cheap set up fyi) After meeting up with all the guys from the Fusion family I was more than prepared for the event. Complete strangers put a brand new team marker and tank in my hand, as well as some coveted pro owned hotness in loader form. I didn’t know these guys from Adam (yet) but they were trusting me with their gear. Thanks for the good faith.

As the teams start arriving there’s an unmistakable feeling in the air. I see teams walking the fields, pointing down those critical lanes. Players are forming themselves tight in the bunkers and looking at what they see. Reffs, wearing black and white uniforms, are having their early morning meeting. No doubt about it, these are ballers, and this tournament is legit. Seventeen teams, some from interstate, are ready for a long day of “smashin’ paint” (as I believe it is referred to around here).

As the day goes on, win lose or draw I see teams playing hard and cheering for each other. It becomes obvious that some of these teams have established relationships among each other. Whether the relationships were in the form of ‘brother team’ or ‘heated rival’ there was a common bond. Some teams were advancing to the top of the table, clear ‘teams to beat’. Other teams were fighting it out in the middle of the table with all eyes firmly fixed on the prize. One team in particular was forced, through no fault of their own, to play with only 4 players. And game after game they showed up and did their job as well as anyone could. Those guys won some great games too. Now… paintball is paintball… I think we all know what I mean by that. Sometimes players can’t help but question calls, or get fired up in the heat of the moment. But I felt that this day was virtually untainted by bad attitudes or unsportsmanlike conduct. The Reffs from Reffs Inc. were professionals. A tournament with seventeen teams goes on for a long, long time. And those refs have to be sharp for every second of it. I, personally, have never been as thoroughly checked at any other tournament as this one. But the refs did it with professionalism and sometimes a good sense of humor.

After the last of the paint was thrown, and the field was no longer live, I truly saw what SAPPA was all about. Masks off, but paint smothered jerseys still on, teams popped open their eskys (coolers for you guys from the States) handed out a few beers, and continued sharing their ‘play by play’ memories of their matches. We all walked back onto the fields and gathered for a full tourney group shot. One of the guys from Taktix (sorry if I spelled your team name wrong) organized some scaffold for anyone who wanted to get some great shots of the day, thanks for that. So we posed for a few pictures (post them for the love of God) and had a few more laughs as we walked back to the staging area. Each of the seventeen teams had been assigned specific bunkers which they were responsible for cleaning. So, many with beer in hand, we started squeegying, sponging, spraying, and wiping down all the bunkers. Now, this was a great moment to me for many reasons. It was great to chat to my new teammates while we were working. I didn’t know anything about them, really, other than how well they played that day. But as I looked across the fields and saw all the work being done on all the bunkers, the bunkers that had been donated by or through SAPPA paid for by the players, I saw the SAPPA: a league sponsored by and governed by the players. Looking at a sea of paintball goons working and laughing together, and all the obscene things that go on when a group of paintball goons get together, I felt like I was a little closer to home.

I spoke to many of the players that evening about how unique I found the SAPPA. I kept saying, “Man, you don’t see this everywhere. This sort of thing is hard to find where I’m from.” To which the consistent response was, “Well… this is the SAPPA.”

So congratulations to all you ballers who took home a trophy, plaque or some new gear. And thanks to all those pro refs from Refs Inc, and all the teams that traveled so far to make it to the tournament. Thanks for lending me some gear Fusion, and thanks for giving me a spot on the team to play for you guys. I wish I could write about more specifics of the tournament, but I’m worried I’ll get names wrong etc… after all I’m the new guy in town. Moreover, I wanted this write up to show you all my first impressions of the SAPPA. I feel lucky to be a part of it, and am looking forward to the next round.


-Wimpy

Ps: Fusion Red FTW in Round 5… just callin’ it like I see it…