Post by Steve Sinclair on Sept 21, 2018 19:57:08 GMT
Two guards in suits stand guard each on one side of a door. Above the door is a small sign that reads:
Energon Devise Room
These two guys are straight from the secret service playbook. Shades, black suits, white shirts, packing. Wired up for sound always on alert. The door they are guarding, is made from metal. Along with the walls and the floor. Ceiling too, all of it gunmetal grey.
The door opens, and by open, I mean it slides open as it’s a pocket door. Stepping out of the room is a older gentlemen, and by older I mean in his 80’s. His penny loafers make a tapping sound on the metal floor. Once through the door opening, it slides shut all on his own. His name tag reads Nolan and has a mugshot type of picture on it. It also reads “Team Atari”. Standing in the hallway, he runs his shaky hand through his thinning hair and sighs. Reaching in his suit jacket pocket he pulls out a packet of M&M’s. He unfolds the end of the package and pours a couple of M&M’s in his hand. He pops them in his mouth and folds the packet shut. He looks to the left.
He looks to the right.
He looks at his watch.
He makes a sucking on M&M’s sound.
He glances at the guard.
“Gentlemen.” He says in a old baritone voice. He’s been at this job a long long time. He could have retired 20 years ago, but it’s his duty to the country he loves that keeps him going. This job will be the death of him, make no mistake of that. “Keep up the good work.”
“Thank you sir.” the guy on the right of the door says. He’ll cherish this compliant for like a month. He’ll talk nonstop about it in the break room. His poor wife.
“Sir.” his partner says with a nod of the head. He’s no nonsense.
“We’ll win this war yet.” Nolan adds before turning and making his way down the hallway, his penny loafers eching in the all metal hallway.
Ever see a Irishman sweat? Look like he needs a drink? Like, badly needs to drink? No? Well today is your lucky day!
The ginger at the table in the ill fitting suit, a poop brown suit on top of that, with a shirt that it’s hard to tell if it’s purple or a dark pink, and a red tie which is competing with his big bushy mustache on which is the brightest red you have ever seen. His ulcer has kicked in today. It’s in full effect. 20 plus year on the job worrying that today is the day that the shit hits the fan will do that to you.
“I fuckin’ tellin’ ya!” He says in his rich deep irish accent. “I don’t like this! Not one bit! Jack! I swear! Today is the day!”
Jack is the older gentleman sitting across from him at the table, which by the way is a old fighter jet wing. Rumor has it, this wing is from a jet with the most confirmed kills in the middle east.
Jack, only in his early 60’s and in way better shape than the ginger across from him, in his white lab coat with his legs crossed glances at his partner/co worker.
“Ted!” Jack says. Ted is the ginger. “Relax before that ulcer of yours eats a hole right through your stomach. Everything will be just fine.”
“I don’t know Jack. I heard that the funding is being cut. We could be out of job. Cutbacks and all.”
“I can tell you with 100% certainty, no one has cut the funding. This mission is too important to national security. We have the backing of the president.” The third guy in the room chimes in with. There is always a 3rd guy in the room and this guy is the youngest of the 3, in his 40’s and runs marathons every weekend. He has his mug of “juice” and a can of almonds in front of him. “We’re good as far as funding goes. We have other problems.”
Ted looks at JT, the skinny guy, that is what his name tag says. “JT”. Ted doesn’t like JT. Neither does Jack for that matter.
“Well JT…” Ted says trying to be just nasty to him. “Thanks for the budget update.”
JT smiles. “No problem Teddy.” Ted hates that, being called Teddy.
“Guys!” Jack says to stop a pickering session. “Yamauchi is still out there plotting and gaining on us. They are still looking to get their hands on the Energon Devise and I don’t have to remind either one of you what happens if that happens.”
“Yeah JT, no more marathons and that little number you got at home, Carol….” Ted is so jealous of JT’s wife Carol. She’s a runner herself, built real nice like.
“Don’t you worry about my wife. I’ll keep her safe and sound.” JT says fully aware of Ted’s feeling for his old lady.
Jack sighs. “Ted. Come on man! Knock it off.”
“All three of you need to knock it off!” Nolan’s voice booms from the corner where he’s been standing listening. He steps more into the room and the three men all look in his direction.
Nolan drops 3 file folders on the table as he stands at the head of the table.
“While you idiots are here bitching at one another, the Yamauchi has managed to go undercover. They, our sworn enemy have left California. We lost them guys and now the balance of freedom is at stake. The Yamauchi have the upper hand and they would love to do nothing but whack lady liberty in the knee cap and take her down. If she falls, American falls and that is NOT going to happen on my watch.”
Ted slides on of the file folders in front of him and flips it open.
“Florida?” Ted says almost puzzled.
“There is chatter that Yamauchi have moved to Florida and set up shop. So earlier, I had a meeting with Dabney….”
“Fucking Dabney.” Ted mumbles to himself. “Let me guess? Bushnell and boy wonder have a new idea.” If you guessed, Ted doesn’t like Dabney and Bushnell, you get a gold star!
Nolan looks down at Ted. He has worked behind the scenes to get him removed from the mission several times, but Ted has kissed ass in some very high places so he has managed to stay.
“We have a new mission. Right now, The team is receiving their orders and will be on the move. If Yamauchi is indeed in Florida, then Team Atari will be as well.”
“That is quite the haul. Is the MCC up for that?” Jack asks.
Nolan nods. “The MCC (Mobile Command Center) looks like a old beat up RV, but I assure you, it is state of the art under that shell. It’s more than good.”
Jack nods. Ted needs to smoke a pack and JT, JT is thinking about nailing his wife today. He’s a doctor and his patients are in the field, he has nothing to do. Nolan scans the 3 of them, his trusted inner circle.
“Operation Zander is a go gentlemen. May god bless Team ATARI.”
Picture if you will, a IBM 1403 Green Bar printer, coming to life and spitting out that green bar paper from the top of it. It makes a ton of noise too, it’s so loud. Then a gloved hand reaches in and tears the paper from the printer. As the camera pulls back we see a member of Team ATARI. Ready to go in their battlesuits, white of course. This member of Team ATARI reads whatever is on the green bar paper and hands it to another guy who is dressed up exactly like him. This member of Team ATARI reads what is in the green bar and hands it back.
He nods.
He nods back and turns and places the green bar in a Fellowes PS-79CI paper shredder and just like that, it is destroyed.
“Florida.” he says.
“Dilly dilly.” The other guys says.
“I couldn’t have said it any better 7800. We will be successful on his mission. This is a battle we can’t lose.” 2600 says, that is what his agent name is, 2600.
7800 slowly nods in agreement. “Dilly dilly dilly.” 7800 says in his native tongue. It’s a very ancient language passed down from one generation to the next and 2600 and their fellow agent, Flashback 2, who is the operator of the MCC, are perhaps the last three people on the face of the planet that can speak Dilly, the oldest dialect known to man. It predates the bible! #Fact.
2600 holds his hand out. 7800 extends his hand and they shake hands.
“Very well then. Let’s get those blasted Yamauchi!”
“Dilly dilly!”
Scene fades in with 2600 and 7800 standing front of the MMC, a 1980 Winnebago Chieftain Motorhome. Don’t let the outside fool ya, it’s anything but a junker. 2600 has his hands on his hips and 7800 has his arms crossed.
“Honor Wrestling. In the heart of Florida. It must be nice to be so blissful of what is happening around you. You see, Honor Wrestling is ground zero in the war against the Yamauchi! This is where the battle of Zander is going to take place! Luckily for you, you have the best team, the only team in the world, skilled enough, talented enough to beat back the threat that these Yamauchi pose.”
“Dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly? Dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly.”
“Correct 7800! Each and every single person in Honor Wrestling is just god damn lucky that we are on their side! You should consider yourself blessed. You could go buy a lottery ticket, win 547 million dollars and you still would be as lucky as you are right this second. Your entire lives have just changed, for the better! Why?”
“Dilly dilly!”
2600 nods in agreement. “Team ATARI is on the case! Team ATARI have new orders. Team ATARI will sniff out the threat to our freedoms, to national security and you can pretty much bet on it, that at the end of the day, at the end of the night, Team ATARI will be standing tall!”
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly!”
“We know you’re hiding in Florida Yamauchi! We know right where you are! That is why, as soon as we enter the great state of Florida, when we set foot in Honor Wrestling, you can rest assured, we will kick your ass! Like, listen, we get it, you have to try and stop us. You have to throw a speed bump in our way, but really? These two guys? They don’t stand a chance!”
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly!”
“I couldn’t have said it better 7800. We will beat the ever loving snot out of these two low life Yamauchi scumbags. They have no idea who they are up against! Not a clue, like most Yamauchi turds we come across, they are just clueless. We’re the OG of tag team wrestling. It gets no better than us! 2600! 7800! Team ATARI! The best of the best! Hands down, pure greatness stands before you!”
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly!”
“You can run. You can hide. You can change your names to John Blade and…..”
2600 snaps his fingers.
“Eyesnsane?”
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly!”
“Agree. Complete nonsense. We know who you are, who you really are! Nothing but Yamauchi and we’re in the Yamauchi butt kicking business and boy, business is picking up!”
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly!”
“The short answer is, we’re Team ATARI. We’re on a mission! We will succeed and there is nothing you can do about it! Got it?”
7800 nods.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought. We’ll see you two jokers very, very, soon.”
2600 looks at 7800. 7800 looks at 2600. They nod to one another, cross their arms and look directly into the camera.
Fade out.
Energon Devise Room
These two guys are straight from the secret service playbook. Shades, black suits, white shirts, packing. Wired up for sound always on alert. The door they are guarding, is made from metal. Along with the walls and the floor. Ceiling too, all of it gunmetal grey.
The door opens, and by open, I mean it slides open as it’s a pocket door. Stepping out of the room is a older gentlemen, and by older I mean in his 80’s. His penny loafers make a tapping sound on the metal floor. Once through the door opening, it slides shut all on his own. His name tag reads Nolan and has a mugshot type of picture on it. It also reads “Team Atari”. Standing in the hallway, he runs his shaky hand through his thinning hair and sighs. Reaching in his suit jacket pocket he pulls out a packet of M&M’s. He unfolds the end of the package and pours a couple of M&M’s in his hand. He pops them in his mouth and folds the packet shut. He looks to the left.
He looks to the right.
He looks at his watch.
He makes a sucking on M&M’s sound.
He glances at the guard.
“Gentlemen.” He says in a old baritone voice. He’s been at this job a long long time. He could have retired 20 years ago, but it’s his duty to the country he loves that keeps him going. This job will be the death of him, make no mistake of that. “Keep up the good work.”
“Thank you sir.” the guy on the right of the door says. He’ll cherish this compliant for like a month. He’ll talk nonstop about it in the break room. His poor wife.
“Sir.” his partner says with a nod of the head. He’s no nonsense.
“We’ll win this war yet.” Nolan adds before turning and making his way down the hallway, his penny loafers eching in the all metal hallway.
Ever see a Irishman sweat? Look like he needs a drink? Like, badly needs to drink? No? Well today is your lucky day!
The ginger at the table in the ill fitting suit, a poop brown suit on top of that, with a shirt that it’s hard to tell if it’s purple or a dark pink, and a red tie which is competing with his big bushy mustache on which is the brightest red you have ever seen. His ulcer has kicked in today. It’s in full effect. 20 plus year on the job worrying that today is the day that the shit hits the fan will do that to you.
“I fuckin’ tellin’ ya!” He says in his rich deep irish accent. “I don’t like this! Not one bit! Jack! I swear! Today is the day!”
Jack is the older gentleman sitting across from him at the table, which by the way is a old fighter jet wing. Rumor has it, this wing is from a jet with the most confirmed kills in the middle east.
Jack, only in his early 60’s and in way better shape than the ginger across from him, in his white lab coat with his legs crossed glances at his partner/co worker.
“Ted!” Jack says. Ted is the ginger. “Relax before that ulcer of yours eats a hole right through your stomach. Everything will be just fine.”
“I don’t know Jack. I heard that the funding is being cut. We could be out of job. Cutbacks and all.”
“I can tell you with 100% certainty, no one has cut the funding. This mission is too important to national security. We have the backing of the president.” The third guy in the room chimes in with. There is always a 3rd guy in the room and this guy is the youngest of the 3, in his 40’s and runs marathons every weekend. He has his mug of “juice” and a can of almonds in front of him. “We’re good as far as funding goes. We have other problems.”
Ted looks at JT, the skinny guy, that is what his name tag says. “JT”. Ted doesn’t like JT. Neither does Jack for that matter.
“Well JT…” Ted says trying to be just nasty to him. “Thanks for the budget update.”
JT smiles. “No problem Teddy.” Ted hates that, being called Teddy.
“Guys!” Jack says to stop a pickering session. “Yamauchi is still out there plotting and gaining on us. They are still looking to get their hands on the Energon Devise and I don’t have to remind either one of you what happens if that happens.”
“Yeah JT, no more marathons and that little number you got at home, Carol….” Ted is so jealous of JT’s wife Carol. She’s a runner herself, built real nice like.
“Don’t you worry about my wife. I’ll keep her safe and sound.” JT says fully aware of Ted’s feeling for his old lady.
Jack sighs. “Ted. Come on man! Knock it off.”
“All three of you need to knock it off!” Nolan’s voice booms from the corner where he’s been standing listening. He steps more into the room and the three men all look in his direction.
Nolan drops 3 file folders on the table as he stands at the head of the table.
“While you idiots are here bitching at one another, the Yamauchi has managed to go undercover. They, our sworn enemy have left California. We lost them guys and now the balance of freedom is at stake. The Yamauchi have the upper hand and they would love to do nothing but whack lady liberty in the knee cap and take her down. If she falls, American falls and that is NOT going to happen on my watch.”
Ted slides on of the file folders in front of him and flips it open.
“Florida?” Ted says almost puzzled.
“There is chatter that Yamauchi have moved to Florida and set up shop. So earlier, I had a meeting with Dabney….”
“Fucking Dabney.” Ted mumbles to himself. “Let me guess? Bushnell and boy wonder have a new idea.” If you guessed, Ted doesn’t like Dabney and Bushnell, you get a gold star!
Nolan looks down at Ted. He has worked behind the scenes to get him removed from the mission several times, but Ted has kissed ass in some very high places so he has managed to stay.
“We have a new mission. Right now, The team is receiving their orders and will be on the move. If Yamauchi is indeed in Florida, then Team Atari will be as well.”
“That is quite the haul. Is the MCC up for that?” Jack asks.
Nolan nods. “The MCC (Mobile Command Center) looks like a old beat up RV, but I assure you, it is state of the art under that shell. It’s more than good.”
Jack nods. Ted needs to smoke a pack and JT, JT is thinking about nailing his wife today. He’s a doctor and his patients are in the field, he has nothing to do. Nolan scans the 3 of them, his trusted inner circle.
“Operation Zander is a go gentlemen. May god bless Team ATARI.”
Picture if you will, a IBM 1403 Green Bar printer, coming to life and spitting out that green bar paper from the top of it. It makes a ton of noise too, it’s so loud. Then a gloved hand reaches in and tears the paper from the printer. As the camera pulls back we see a member of Team ATARI. Ready to go in their battlesuits, white of course. This member of Team ATARI reads whatever is on the green bar paper and hands it to another guy who is dressed up exactly like him. This member of Team ATARI reads what is in the green bar and hands it back.
He nods.
He nods back and turns and places the green bar in a Fellowes PS-79CI paper shredder and just like that, it is destroyed.
“Florida.” he says.
“Dilly dilly.” The other guys says.
“I couldn’t have said it any better 7800. We will be successful on his mission. This is a battle we can’t lose.” 2600 says, that is what his agent name is, 2600.
7800 slowly nods in agreement. “Dilly dilly dilly.” 7800 says in his native tongue. It’s a very ancient language passed down from one generation to the next and 2600 and their fellow agent, Flashback 2, who is the operator of the MCC, are perhaps the last three people on the face of the planet that can speak Dilly, the oldest dialect known to man. It predates the bible! #Fact.
2600 holds his hand out. 7800 extends his hand and they shake hands.
“Very well then. Let’s get those blasted Yamauchi!”
“Dilly dilly!”
Scene fades in with 2600 and 7800 standing front of the MMC, a 1980 Winnebago Chieftain Motorhome. Don’t let the outside fool ya, it’s anything but a junker. 2600 has his hands on his hips and 7800 has his arms crossed.
“Honor Wrestling. In the heart of Florida. It must be nice to be so blissful of what is happening around you. You see, Honor Wrestling is ground zero in the war against the Yamauchi! This is where the battle of Zander is going to take place! Luckily for you, you have the best team, the only team in the world, skilled enough, talented enough to beat back the threat that these Yamauchi pose.”
“Dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly? Dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly.”
“Correct 7800! Each and every single person in Honor Wrestling is just god damn lucky that we are on their side! You should consider yourself blessed. You could go buy a lottery ticket, win 547 million dollars and you still would be as lucky as you are right this second. Your entire lives have just changed, for the better! Why?”
“Dilly dilly!”
2600 nods in agreement. “Team ATARI is on the case! Team ATARI have new orders. Team ATARI will sniff out the threat to our freedoms, to national security and you can pretty much bet on it, that at the end of the day, at the end of the night, Team ATARI will be standing tall!”
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly!”
“We know you’re hiding in Florida Yamauchi! We know right where you are! That is why, as soon as we enter the great state of Florida, when we set foot in Honor Wrestling, you can rest assured, we will kick your ass! Like, listen, we get it, you have to try and stop us. You have to throw a speed bump in our way, but really? These two guys? They don’t stand a chance!”
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly!”
“I couldn’t have said it better 7800. We will beat the ever loving snot out of these two low life Yamauchi scumbags. They have no idea who they are up against! Not a clue, like most Yamauchi turds we come across, they are just clueless. We’re the OG of tag team wrestling. It gets no better than us! 2600! 7800! Team ATARI! The best of the best! Hands down, pure greatness stands before you!”
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly!”
“You can run. You can hide. You can change your names to John Blade and…..”
2600 snaps his fingers.
“Eyesnsane?”
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly!”
“Agree. Complete nonsense. We know who you are, who you really are! Nothing but Yamauchi and we’re in the Yamauchi butt kicking business and boy, business is picking up!”
“Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly. Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly, dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly! Dilly dilly dilly dilly dilly!”
“The short answer is, we’re Team ATARI. We’re on a mission! We will succeed and there is nothing you can do about it! Got it?”
7800 nods.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought. We’ll see you two jokers very, very, soon.”
2600 looks at 7800. 7800 looks at 2600. They nod to one another, cross their arms and look directly into the camera.
Fade out.