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Date Posted: 22:52:43 11/13/02 Wed
Author: W M A
Subject: W M A

[A blue screen appears. Slight flickers of yellow static shreik across the screen. A voice is heard.]

A BRITISH NARRATOR: There comes a time, there comes a place, when an athelete of the highest caliber rises above the ashes to make his mark in history.

[screen flickers again]

NARRATOR: An athelete that epitomizes the word "champion" in the its truest form. . .

[screen continuously flickers with yellow static over the blue background]

NARRATOR: ...and if I were to say that I knew this athelete, this, _CHAMPION_, would you believe me? A simple voice from across the sea? I guess it is something that you people at home are going to have to find out on your own. . .but now that I think about it, you don't have to take my word for it. . .just approach this aunterage with extreme caution. I mean, watch your tone, watch your back, and most importantly, hide the women and the money, or before you know it. . ._THE WAR MACHINE ARMY_ will own everything _YOU_ hold dearly. . .let us begin.

[the screen's static over comes the blue background until it is a bright yellow light, this it flickers to black. white letters appear in the center of the screen.]

MYRTLE BEACH, SOUTH CAROLINA
DAYTIME

[the letters dissappear as it fades in on the exterior of a beach house sitting on a private beach. the wind blows the weeds against the wooden fence that surrounds the backyard. a blue flag hanging from the side of the deck behind the house waves. clearly the yellow letters WMA are seen on the flag. a few dogs are heard barking in the background as two ladies open the sliding glass doors and step out onto the deck. both ladies are wearing robes tied around their waists as the winds blows them slightly up from behind them. the camera zooms in as you can see one of the girls has cherry red hair with freckles, and the other has bleached blonde hair. both of the ladies hold glasses on Mondavi in their hands as they sit down in lounge chairs and laugh at one another. the camera zooms back as the ladies begin to take their robes off to reveal they have nothing on underneath, but the oppertunity to see these beautiful bodies are abrupted as two men step in front of the shot of the beautiful house and ladies repectfully. then white letters appear at the bottom of the screen underneath both men.]

Matty dee The Dan Anderson

[on the left is a man brown hair, green eyes, chin goatee, standing rubbing his hands together, contorting his face in many different ways, giving the old school smiling then looking psychotic, then back to the cocky smile again. he is well built, standing roughly about six foot three, two hundred and forty pounds, solid. he wears a blue shirt that reads in yellow letters simply: BETTER THAN YOU. to his left(the viewer's right), stands another man, a slight bit taller that his counterpart. long brown hair pulled back, sunglasses, and a smirk on his face. he is also larger than the other mass wise as well, six foot six, two hundred and sixty-five pounds, a beast. the camera only gets a shot of these two from the waist line up, the names dissappear from underneath them as the one on YOUR left speaks.]

=MATTY dEE= Welcome to our humble aboad. (he looks to his left)

The DAN ANDERSON: You think we're still paying for this cribo? Sha-hell no.

=Md= It's called cash money. And it's something that we have hella mo' of too. Let me introduce the two disasterous dashing lords of the ring you see in front of you. My name is MATTY dEE. And that's a lowercase 'd' for the name, uppercase 'D' down. . .well, down there. (looks down and then shakes his head really fast laughing) Tell 'em Deuce. . .(looks to his left)

The DA: I am _THE_ DAN ANDERSON. Just like the lowercase 'd'. . .with me, don't forget the, um..._THE._(makes a confused face, looks over at Matty) That one really didn't work that well bro.

=Md= It's all gravy Mr. The, these people have gotten enough of a formal introduction from us, because, well, that's as formal as we have to get. I mean, we don't really have to be taking the time out right now to once again, set foot in _ANOTHER_ promotion, to once again, dominate.

The DA: Whoa Matty, hold on bro, this is all you as of right now. I don't feel like getting back in the squared circle.

=Md= Oh yeah I forgot, sorry I am just always so used to us being the most powerful and cohesive _UNIT_ in the wrestling world today, forgive the dee.

The DA: Hey bro, you're forgiven, why don't you get down to brass tacks kid, I am just here so you can make me look better than I am already am.

=Md= Well thanks dude, (makes a shitty grin) nobody is better than the War Machine Army. And _THIS_ right here is the core of that army. The two of us for the past two years have travelled up and down the coasts of America, South America, Europe, Asia, Japan. . .

The DA: Asia's in Japan. . .

=Md= Oh yeah, I knew that. (looks confused)

The DA: Hey folks, if you looked as good us, you'd get a little confused too.

=Md= Thanks for the back up there Deuce. I am going to to cut to the chase. You're looking at a former champion of all different kinds of names, heritages, continents, nations, whatever the f#$% runs before the word 'champion', or 'world champion'. And frankly, it's not important to me to tell all of you morons watching right now what organizations I have wrestled in and all of that hoopla. As you can see, I am a seasoned veteran. And I am also two hundred and forty pounds of twisted steel, and sex appeal...

The DA(laughing): I love that line.

=Md= It's a great one.

The DA: You're lucky I didn't use it.

=Md= Shut up. (smiles) Anyway, I can put _ALL_ of my money where my mouth is, if you're wondering. I can talk that talk, and walk the walk. I can pretty much make any of those wack ass cliches reality, and I plan on doing it soon. It has never mattered to me what kind of a name a wrestler has made himself, or how crazy of a guy him or her is. I don't give two s#!ts and a f#$k. All I want to do is win, and take the gold plates of a few more belts and hang them up in my trophy room.

The DA: And that's a s#!t ton of gold if I do say so myself.

=Md= (shakes his head, then pauses, then smiles again) I am not going to sit here and continuously rant on about how great the War Machines are, you get the picture I am sure. We've got our two, hot, naked , drunk girlfriends back up at the house and I know they want some. . .sectional healing.

(The Dan them mouths to himself "sectional?", he then shakes his head looking at Matty like he is nuts)

=Md= So what do you say Deuce, let's dip this scene and take care of some business, it's early, I am hungry.

The DA: Word up. You idiots don't hold on to your seats too tight anticipating when you're going to see us again.

=Md= Yeah, it's more than likely we'll just..._POP_ up. We're the War Machines, and well, we're better than you.

The DA: Eat s#!t.

[The two men laugh and walk away as the camera pans out to the beach. the screen fades to black. then, the yellow static begins to flicker again as the blue screen suddenly appears. a voice is heard.]

A BRITISH NARRATOR: You see? You may not think that these two jokers are worth anything now, I am just waiting on the first poor chap to confront Mr. dee, that my friends will be the beginning. . .

[yellow letters appear in the middle of the blue screen reading:]

W M A

NARRATOR: . . .of the bitter end. Mwa...ha ha...mwa ha hah ha ha ha haaaaa.

[the voice continues to laugh as the yellow static finally flickers again as it fades to black]

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