The Spray Estate.
Harry Chest shuffles his feet back and forth as Tanner Spray mans the huge computer console in front of him.
Tanner: I don’t know about this, Harry.
The Every Dad stops to shuffle for a mere moment.
Harry: Do it, Tanner. One more time. GIVE IT THE OLD COLLEGIATE TRY!
Tanner depresses the enter button on the keyboard once and only once. An algorithm executes on screen as tensions within the room run high. Harry’s eyes constantly analyze the info crunching on screen until it displays a final result.
Harry: Hmmmmm. Interesting. Interesting indeed.
Tanner turns away from the computer and towards Harry in his swivel chair.
Tanner: Spooky souffle sauce, Harry! What does this all mean!?
Chest can’t help but hang his head.
Harry: I’m not sure, Tanner. Your computer is never wrong but we’ve run this simulation one million times before and each time, Dash and I have ended up tying against Surf Express Bro. It’s like it’s meant to be.
Tanner is visibly frustrated as he emulates his hero’s antics.
Tanner: You know, maybe we should start preparing for your next encounter against Lord Colossus instead?
Harry: Lord Colossus, from Russia?
Tanner darts back to his keyboard and begins inputting new data as he replies.
Tanner: Wrong Colossus and you won’t be facing him alone, either. Check this out.
Harry quits his pacing and latches onto the back of Tanner’s chair as the duo stare endlessly at the screen in front of them.
Harry: Two on one?
Tanner: Is it really two on one though, Harry? Think about it?
A triangular image of Harry Chest, Dash Dackson and Lord Colossus appears on screen.
Tanner: I don’t want to be a conspiracy truther, Harry, but look at how Dash treated you last time out? Your Body of Law is bloated in its gut, Harry. Its gut! I’m not too sure he can be trusted.
Harry: Hmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! You might be right, sidekick citizen.
Tanner hits enter once more and a video clip complete with VHS recording lines plays on screen and shows memories from one of the previous CLASSIC Wrestling encounters…
As Harry moves in with his arms out wide to check on Dash, Dackson leaves the ring instead and heads for the back shaking his head in frustration.
The clip ends and the black screen illuminates the room of silence with awkwardness. Harry releases his grip on the chair as he methodically paces over to the wall.
Harry: I don’t know if I’ve ever felt pressure like this, Tanner. The random citizens need a protective group. A cohesive one without corruption. I need to mend fences with Dash and Lord Colossus will be the perfect example of this. I need to show him how I am a viable partner.
Tanner listens intently.
Harry: It doesn’t matter how big Lord Colossus is. We must take him down by any means necessary!
Chest’s voice rises with each passing syllable.
Harry: THEY SAY THE BIGGER YOU ARE, THE HARDER THEY FALL!
He points skyward.
Harry: Well. Let’s just see if you can take down the Body of Law on your own, Colossus. Dash and I will protect the random citizens and mark my words, WE WILL SEND YOU PACKING BACK TO PARTS UNKNOWN EVEN IF I’M UNSURE WHERE IT IS!
Like a lightbulb going off, Harry directs Tanner.
Harry: Tanner! Open up maps on the computer and begin searching for parts unknown! I have a courier credit I’d like to redeem preemptively and as for Dash, I hope somehow he’s listening and can hear this. Dash, differences aside, we must come together and thwart this evil doer to show our unity in front of the random citizens.
His stare intensifies.
Harry: We must. ONWARD AND UPWARDS!