Post by Steve Sinclair on Aug 4, 2018 13:57:25 GMT
Scene slowly fades in with a red solo cup coming into view…..
This red solo cup is on a table, a cheap, standard issue wooden table that you would see at a wrestling show. The kind of table that you could see someone being slammed through, but only if you are a good boy…..
Next to the red solo cup on the table, is a Little Debbie’s Oatmeal Cream snack. In it’s clear package.
The camera pulls back to reveal one of the guys from Team A.T.A.R.I. sitting at the table just eyeing the creamy snack. This member of the first tag team to be signed to the CWD, could be 2600 or 7800, it’s hard to tell, is sitting on a folding metal chair. Also, something that could be seen at a wrestling show.
The masked warrior in his battlesuit leans forward and spins the snack around so that the one end is facing him. He carefully tears open the end of the clear plastic opening, and tugs at the seam and slowly tears open the clear package. He then breaks off a small bit sized section on the oatmeal snack, and it crumbles from the fact that's so moist. This freedom fighter, this federal agent who is on a mission that you could say, comes from god and is the most important mission in the history of mankind, stuffs the snack in his mouth and savors the sugary goodness that Little Debbie is known for.
One half of the OG tag team in CWD slowly chews and enjoys the cookie. He then swallows it and picks up the cup, a red solo cup full of milk and takes a real hearty sip of fresh, 2% milk. He downs the cup in fact, taking in all of it. He smiles as he sets the cup down back down on the table.
“Dilly.” Hey! Look everyone! It’s 7800!
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly, dilly?” 7800 nods. “Dilly.” 7800 closes his eyes and places both of his hands on the table top. He takes a deep breath. “Dilly.” 7800 says as he then pushes himself back from table.
Ninjas!
Oh no!
2 ninjas! They run into the street and only now do we see that 7800 has the table set up in middle of the boulevard in front of the CWD warehouse. 7800 takes the folding chair from underneath him and slings it at the ninja closest to him at his right, hitting him square in the chest with the chair. The other ninja is charging up behind him and 7800 calmly waits, turns towards the hard charging ninja and hooking his arm under the ninja’s arm and shoulder, and giving him a hip toss right across the table, and of course the table breaks and the ninja is knocked out cold from this devastating destruction of the table. 7800 snaps his around and locks in on the ninja, 7800 with a huge round house kick, stunning him. 7800 snatches up the chair, tosses it up in the air at the ninja, and looking like RVD, connects with a jumping spinning kick, kicking the chair right into the ninja’s face, thus knocking him cold.
7800 adjusts his mask. He dusts off his battlesuit and looks down at the Little Debbie snack cake on the pavement. He bends over and picks it up off of the pavement and takes a bit from it, tossing the rest of it away.
“Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly….dilly!” 7800 says as he steps over his foes and walks away……
On the sidewalk in front of the CWD warehouse is 2600, we assume. His arms are crossed. He watched everything that just went down.
“Does that look like a…”video game?” I think not. That was some our enemies. Some of the Yamauchi’s who are here in Hollywood, looking to stop us, Team ATARI from securing the Engeron Device. There is nothing makeabeleive about this. This! My friends is as real as real gets.”
Turning toward the camera.
“I can’t help if you don’t get it. I can’t help it if you don’t understand it. It’s not my fault we’re on a level of secrecy and intelligence that all of you just fail to see just how more redefined we are when compared to you. I can’t help that you see what some people have described as unoriginal copy cats, a joke. Let me assure you, the only jokes around this place, is the guys and gals running around thinking that they are the real deal, that they are important and that somehow, the world revolves around them.”
“Team ATARI is a code name you nitwits. We’re undercover, saving your sorry asses from the threats in this world. Do you really think we would use our given names? No! Only morons would do that. So, go ahead and continue and make those stupid, tired video games remarks. The only ones who look stupid and childish is you. Like I said. I can’t help that this, who and want we are, has gone over your heads. It’s a shame that the public education system has let all of you down.”
“Dilly Dilly.” 7800 says he steps up on the sidewalk next to his partner.
2600 nods. “You got that right 7800. For a while now, we have been playing nice. We have ignored those sly remarks, those pot shots trying to poke holes in our force field. We let all of it slide off our backs like water on a duck. But no longer. It is clear as the day is long that none of you appreciate what we have done and continue to do for you, we never asked for a thank you, money or other gifts of gratitude for you know….”
“Dilly.”
“Yup. Saving your lives.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“Perhaps 7800, we should let some of these entitled little earwigs get captured by the Yamauchi and let them have their way with you. It’s not pretty, let me tell you. We have seen first hand what the Yamauchi can, and will do against your will. But….”
2600 looks at 7800 and nods.
“Perhaps, we’ll just put that on the back burner for a second. We are, after all, here to talk about our next battle. The battle of the Boulevard.”
7800 points at 2600. “Dilly!”
“Yes sir 7800. Let’s talk about that for just a minute. Being the OG’s of the CRD. Being the team that has brought change to the CWD, being the trend setters that we are, the freedom fighters, keepers of everyone’s right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Being the front and only line against the nonstop attacks from the Yamauchi, your welcome by the way. This is what the Powers That Be said, will be the battle that will set the tone for the war that is ahead of us, the Night of Turmoil slaughter that will take place on August 8th and this is our tune up battle for that war, a war in which we……..”
“Dilly Dilly”
“And not a single person on the payroll for the CWD, has created change. We, forced the CWD to change the way it operates. WE created the CRD. None of it would have happened without us. This war that is on the horizon, Night of Turmoil would never have happened without us being here in Hollywood fighting the good fight, keeping the Yamauchi at bay. Again. You’re welcome.”
“Dilly dilly dilly.”
“That, Bubsy, is how you know you’re the real deal. That Bubsy, is how you leave a mark in this sport. In 12 days. This street, this boulevard will be covered in blood, blood of our opponents who mocked us, who called us nothing but a “video game”. Blood of the ones who don’t believe. Who don’t appreciate.”
“In war, only the poor and uneducated are shot and killed. In 12 days, that is what is going to happened right here. Those who don’t get it, shall be victims at the end of the night.”
7800 slowly nods. “Dilly dilly.”
2600 slaps 7800 on the chest.
“Well said 7800. Well said.”
Fade out.
This red solo cup is on a table, a cheap, standard issue wooden table that you would see at a wrestling show. The kind of table that you could see someone being slammed through, but only if you are a good boy…..
Next to the red solo cup on the table, is a Little Debbie’s Oatmeal Cream snack. In it’s clear package.
The camera pulls back to reveal one of the guys from Team A.T.A.R.I. sitting at the table just eyeing the creamy snack. This member of the first tag team to be signed to the CWD, could be 2600 or 7800, it’s hard to tell, is sitting on a folding metal chair. Also, something that could be seen at a wrestling show.
The masked warrior in his battlesuit leans forward and spins the snack around so that the one end is facing him. He carefully tears open the end of the clear plastic opening, and tugs at the seam and slowly tears open the clear package. He then breaks off a small bit sized section on the oatmeal snack, and it crumbles from the fact that's so moist. This freedom fighter, this federal agent who is on a mission that you could say, comes from god and is the most important mission in the history of mankind, stuffs the snack in his mouth and savors the sugary goodness that Little Debbie is known for.
One half of the OG tag team in CWD slowly chews and enjoys the cookie. He then swallows it and picks up the cup, a red solo cup full of milk and takes a real hearty sip of fresh, 2% milk. He downs the cup in fact, taking in all of it. He smiles as he sets the cup down back down on the table.
“Dilly.” Hey! Look everyone! It’s 7800!
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly, dilly?” 7800 nods. “Dilly.” 7800 closes his eyes and places both of his hands on the table top. He takes a deep breath. “Dilly.” 7800 says as he then pushes himself back from table.
Ninjas!
Oh no!
2 ninjas! They run into the street and only now do we see that 7800 has the table set up in middle of the boulevard in front of the CWD warehouse. 7800 takes the folding chair from underneath him and slings it at the ninja closest to him at his right, hitting him square in the chest with the chair. The other ninja is charging up behind him and 7800 calmly waits, turns towards the hard charging ninja and hooking his arm under the ninja’s arm and shoulder, and giving him a hip toss right across the table, and of course the table breaks and the ninja is knocked out cold from this devastating destruction of the table. 7800 snaps his around and locks in on the ninja, 7800 with a huge round house kick, stunning him. 7800 snatches up the chair, tosses it up in the air at the ninja, and looking like RVD, connects with a jumping spinning kick, kicking the chair right into the ninja’s face, thus knocking him cold.
7800 adjusts his mask. He dusts off his battlesuit and looks down at the Little Debbie snack cake on the pavement. He bends over and picks it up off of the pavement and takes a bit from it, tossing the rest of it away.
“Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly….dilly!” 7800 says as he steps over his foes and walks away……
On the sidewalk in front of the CWD warehouse is 2600, we assume. His arms are crossed. He watched everything that just went down.
“Does that look like a…”video game?” I think not. That was some our enemies. Some of the Yamauchi’s who are here in Hollywood, looking to stop us, Team ATARI from securing the Engeron Device. There is nothing makeabeleive about this. This! My friends is as real as real gets.”
Turning toward the camera.
“I can’t help if you don’t get it. I can’t help it if you don’t understand it. It’s not my fault we’re on a level of secrecy and intelligence that all of you just fail to see just how more redefined we are when compared to you. I can’t help that you see what some people have described as unoriginal copy cats, a joke. Let me assure you, the only jokes around this place, is the guys and gals running around thinking that they are the real deal, that they are important and that somehow, the world revolves around them.”
“Team ATARI is a code name you nitwits. We’re undercover, saving your sorry asses from the threats in this world. Do you really think we would use our given names? No! Only morons would do that. So, go ahead and continue and make those stupid, tired video games remarks. The only ones who look stupid and childish is you. Like I said. I can’t help that this, who and want we are, has gone over your heads. It’s a shame that the public education system has let all of you down.”
“Dilly Dilly.” 7800 says he steps up on the sidewalk next to his partner.
2600 nods. “You got that right 7800. For a while now, we have been playing nice. We have ignored those sly remarks, those pot shots trying to poke holes in our force field. We let all of it slide off our backs like water on a duck. But no longer. It is clear as the day is long that none of you appreciate what we have done and continue to do for you, we never asked for a thank you, money or other gifts of gratitude for you know….”
“Dilly.”
“Yup. Saving your lives.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“Perhaps 7800, we should let some of these entitled little earwigs get captured by the Yamauchi and let them have their way with you. It’s not pretty, let me tell you. We have seen first hand what the Yamauchi can, and will do against your will. But….”
2600 looks at 7800 and nods.
“Perhaps, we’ll just put that on the back burner for a second. We are, after all, here to talk about our next battle. The battle of the Boulevard.”
7800 points at 2600. “Dilly!”
“Yes sir 7800. Let’s talk about that for just a minute. Being the OG’s of the CRD. Being the team that has brought change to the CWD, being the trend setters that we are, the freedom fighters, keepers of everyone’s right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Being the front and only line against the nonstop attacks from the Yamauchi, your welcome by the way. This is what the Powers That Be said, will be the battle that will set the tone for the war that is ahead of us, the Night of Turmoil slaughter that will take place on August 8th and this is our tune up battle for that war, a war in which we……..”
“Dilly Dilly”
“And not a single person on the payroll for the CWD, has created change. We, forced the CWD to change the way it operates. WE created the CRD. None of it would have happened without us. This war that is on the horizon, Night of Turmoil would never have happened without us being here in Hollywood fighting the good fight, keeping the Yamauchi at bay. Again. You’re welcome.”
“Dilly dilly dilly.”
“That, Bubsy, is how you know you’re the real deal. That Bubsy, is how you leave a mark in this sport. In 12 days. This street, this boulevard will be covered in blood, blood of our opponents who mocked us, who called us nothing but a “video game”. Blood of the ones who don’t believe. Who don’t appreciate.”
“In war, only the poor and uneducated are shot and killed. In 12 days, that is what is going to happened right here. Those who don’t get it, shall be victims at the end of the night.”
7800 slowly nods. “Dilly dilly.”
2600 slaps 7800 on the chest.
“Well said 7800. Well said.”
Fade out.