Post by Steve Sinclair on Jun 14, 2019 0:22:55 GMT
Scene opens up with the OCW Tag Team titles, proudly on display in a velvet lined display case, backlit with leds that can change colors. The back of the case are see through so you can walk around the case and take a look at the belts from all angles, taking in their glory of....
The New, Dilithium Crystal free tag team belts.
“They are pretty aren’t they?” 2600 says. “Nice, newly minted, what I believe you folks who make their living being a pro wrestler call championship belts. Is that correct 7800?”
“Dilly.”
“See I’m learning.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“They tell me, this is what every tag team strives to achieve. These, belts. They tell me that if you hold these pieces of tin that is gold plated to look very expensive, that you are the best of the best in tag team wrestling.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“Okay? But we’re freedom fighters, liberators to the people of the world who don’t want to live in a Yamauchi controlled world. We’re the judge and jury of the Yamauchi scum. We are at war with them. We go into battle. I wouldn’t call what we do, wrestling.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“If you wish to consider yourself a wrestler, then by all means 7800, you entertain that idea. All I know is that we beat two Yamauchi scumbags for these...titles and I’ll be damned if two other Yamauchi scumbags, the Yamauchi boys, who must have been in a month long meeting and hiding out in a bunker, are going to take our….titles.”
2600 leans towards the case and takes a look at the belts 7800 leans in from the other side to look at the belt in the other case.
“What do you think? Shall we?”
7800 nods. 2600 nods. They stand up and open the display cases and remove the belts from their home ever since being captured by Team ATARI.
“So? Like this?” 2600 says off camera.
“Dilly dilly.” 7800 says, also off camera.
“Oh? So like this?”
“Dilly.”
“I see.”
Stepping in front of the display cases is 7800 and 2600, 7800 has the belt on his shoulder and 2600 has it around his waist and hooked his thumbs along the edge of it.
“You know 7800, I bet right now there are a bunch of Yamauchi morons out there watching this, yelling at the computer screen, throwing their ham sandwiches at their TV’s. Smashing their phones on the floor of the bus their in as they are on the way home from printing Yamauchi propaganda posters all day. I’m pretty positive that the sight of us, with these, championship titles, is making their blood boil. Especially two Yamauchi boys out there who, as entell has informed us, will be at Not Safe For Work on the 17th of June to try and wrestle these from us.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“Perhaps they should go back on holiday again. Only time will tell. There is no denying this fact though. Team ATARI, has proudly represented the tag team division ever since capturing these and that is something no one, and we mean no one can say.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“True that! We didn’t go running off to mend our wounds like Bert and Ernie did. We didn’t just fall off the face of the earth like the Yamauchi boys did.”
“Dilly dilly.”
2600 laughs. “Yeah! Maybe they did find the edge of the earth and fall off of it. Stupid flatearthers. Good one 7800.”
“Dilly.”
“Then there is every other team in the Yamauchi infested shit hole called the OCW. Boy they were making a ton of noise prior to us winning these. Then suddenly, the chatter ended. Radio silence.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“I would say that is a safe bet 7800. We knew all along that the Yamauchi are nothing but a bunch of scared, yellow bellied blowhards with piss running down their pants legs. The Yamauchi Boys are probably huddled up, holding each other tightly with fear in their eyes because they know on the 17th of June, at Operation NSFW, death awaits them.”
7800 nods.
“It’s time to come out of hiding boys. TIme to put your big girl pants on and face the music. There is no more hiding. There is no where you can hide. We will tear the building down if we must to find you and show you what Team ATARI is all about! You two boys are about to learn first hand what your futures are we you are defeated in battle. And like we said, we take no prisoners. You can either show up and show the world and all of your Yamauchi buddies at the bar drinking it up as the useless cunts that they are, what you’re made of, or just do what you and your ilk do best, tuck your tails and hightail it out of town.”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly!”
“What he said! This has been a long time coming. I used to lie awake in my bunk worried that this day would never get here, like a kid on Christmas, wide awake just hoping that Santa showed up and left a pile of presents under the tree. Only that I wanted two Yamauchi Boys to stands across from us on the battlefield poised for a fight. A fight you two can’t win. A fight that you two are in way over your heads. This month long hide and seek game that we were not informed of, comes to an end when 7800 and I, find you and dispatch you back into exile.”
“Dilly dilly.”
2600 looks at 7800.
“I have to say 7800, wearing these belts, it does feel good. It feels like I have something important around my waist, you know, if these pieces of scrap actually had worth. You know what else is going to feel good?”
“Dilly dilly.”
2600 nods.
“Yuppers! Dismantling two more Yamauchi scumbags and getting one more step closer to world peace. Willy Mackey is going to so pleased with us again. He might even throw us a parade in our honor. That’s something the Yamauchi Boys can never say.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“Lace those boots up tight boys. Kiss each other goodbye and leave a will to your next of kin. After the 17th of June at the Battle of NSFW, you will be no more.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“There it is. Yup. Christmas is coming early.”
2600 and 7800 fist bump each other and walk out of the picture…
Fade out.
The New, Dilithium Crystal free tag team belts.
“They are pretty aren’t they?” 2600 says. “Nice, newly minted, what I believe you folks who make their living being a pro wrestler call championship belts. Is that correct 7800?”
“Dilly.”
“See I’m learning.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“They tell me, this is what every tag team strives to achieve. These, belts. They tell me that if you hold these pieces of tin that is gold plated to look very expensive, that you are the best of the best in tag team wrestling.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“Okay? But we’re freedom fighters, liberators to the people of the world who don’t want to live in a Yamauchi controlled world. We’re the judge and jury of the Yamauchi scum. We are at war with them. We go into battle. I wouldn’t call what we do, wrestling.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“If you wish to consider yourself a wrestler, then by all means 7800, you entertain that idea. All I know is that we beat two Yamauchi scumbags for these...titles and I’ll be damned if two other Yamauchi scumbags, the Yamauchi boys, who must have been in a month long meeting and hiding out in a bunker, are going to take our….titles.”
2600 leans towards the case and takes a look at the belts 7800 leans in from the other side to look at the belt in the other case.
“What do you think? Shall we?”
7800 nods. 2600 nods. They stand up and open the display cases and remove the belts from their home ever since being captured by Team ATARI.
“So? Like this?” 2600 says off camera.
“Dilly dilly.” 7800 says, also off camera.
“Oh? So like this?”
“Dilly.”
“I see.”
Stepping in front of the display cases is 7800 and 2600, 7800 has the belt on his shoulder and 2600 has it around his waist and hooked his thumbs along the edge of it.
“You know 7800, I bet right now there are a bunch of Yamauchi morons out there watching this, yelling at the computer screen, throwing their ham sandwiches at their TV’s. Smashing their phones on the floor of the bus their in as they are on the way home from printing Yamauchi propaganda posters all day. I’m pretty positive that the sight of us, with these, championship titles, is making their blood boil. Especially two Yamauchi boys out there who, as entell has informed us, will be at Not Safe For Work on the 17th of June to try and wrestle these from us.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“Perhaps they should go back on holiday again. Only time will tell. There is no denying this fact though. Team ATARI, has proudly represented the tag team division ever since capturing these and that is something no one, and we mean no one can say.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“True that! We didn’t go running off to mend our wounds like Bert and Ernie did. We didn’t just fall off the face of the earth like the Yamauchi boys did.”
“Dilly dilly.”
2600 laughs. “Yeah! Maybe they did find the edge of the earth and fall off of it. Stupid flatearthers. Good one 7800.”
“Dilly.”
“Then there is every other team in the Yamauchi infested shit hole called the OCW. Boy they were making a ton of noise prior to us winning these. Then suddenly, the chatter ended. Radio silence.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“I would say that is a safe bet 7800. We knew all along that the Yamauchi are nothing but a bunch of scared, yellow bellied blowhards with piss running down their pants legs. The Yamauchi Boys are probably huddled up, holding each other tightly with fear in their eyes because they know on the 17th of June, at Operation NSFW, death awaits them.”
7800 nods.
“It’s time to come out of hiding boys. TIme to put your big girl pants on and face the music. There is no more hiding. There is no where you can hide. We will tear the building down if we must to find you and show you what Team ATARI is all about! You two boys are about to learn first hand what your futures are we you are defeated in battle. And like we said, we take no prisoners. You can either show up and show the world and all of your Yamauchi buddies at the bar drinking it up as the useless cunts that they are, what you’re made of, or just do what you and your ilk do best, tuck your tails and hightail it out of town.”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly!”
“What he said! This has been a long time coming. I used to lie awake in my bunk worried that this day would never get here, like a kid on Christmas, wide awake just hoping that Santa showed up and left a pile of presents under the tree. Only that I wanted two Yamauchi Boys to stands across from us on the battlefield poised for a fight. A fight you two can’t win. A fight that you two are in way over your heads. This month long hide and seek game that we were not informed of, comes to an end when 7800 and I, find you and dispatch you back into exile.”
“Dilly dilly.”
2600 looks at 7800.
“I have to say 7800, wearing these belts, it does feel good. It feels like I have something important around my waist, you know, if these pieces of scrap actually had worth. You know what else is going to feel good?”
“Dilly dilly.”
2600 nods.
“Yuppers! Dismantling two more Yamauchi scumbags and getting one more step closer to world peace. Willy Mackey is going to so pleased with us again. He might even throw us a parade in our honor. That’s something the Yamauchi Boys can never say.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“Lace those boots up tight boys. Kiss each other goodbye and leave a will to your next of kin. After the 17th of June at the Battle of NSFW, you will be no more.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“There it is. Yup. Christmas is coming early.”
2600 and 7800 fist bump each other and walk out of the picture…
Fade out.