I can see it now....Originally posted by AJermstad
If it's any good I might just have to get my source in America to record it for me, copy it to PAL and then mail the tapes over for some 'Private' viewings, requiring a small entry fee, but of course!
Walking into a back alley bookstore, ringing the bell as I enter the door. 3 Faces turn round, look me up and down. They spot the pull-through squeezie hanging out of my JT trousers; they know what I’m here to see.
One knock on the bookcase and a door opens from within it. One of the "shopkeepers" led me into the dark hole that has just appeared.
We arrived at another door. My guide lets loose 3 fast sharp knocks interlaced with 2 long knocks. The door opens.......
I was hit by a sudden burst of pure light, knocking me back two maybes even 3 inches!!!!!!
Once I regained my balance, I put on my shades, and walked into the room. A massive 2000" screen with images of tourney ball splashed onto it like watercolors....
Paintballers everywhere. I glanced to my left to see an indoor supair arena with a big sign "FREE PAINT". To the right, a Bar, FREE BOOZE FOR BALLERS!!!!!!
I laughed and frolicked for hours in this heaven-sent place. More 'ballers came, and the place was buzzing with attitude.
Then suddenly the sound of sirens approaching. The music stopped, the ballin' stopped, the video stopped.
"THIS IS THE POLICE!!!! WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! WE GOT THIS PLACE SURROUNDED!!!"
Goggled eyes gave each other a knowing glance; we knew what had to be done. The barman reached behind the bar and pulled out his double-barrel markers. Then suddenly, the walls turned around, and the place was stocked sky high with markers of every style, make and type. Pumps, semi-auto, full-autos and grenades.
The hundreds of paintballers grabbed the bounty in front of them. Potting on a mass scale was going on, boxes of balls where vanishing in minutes...... And then, silence.
"OK THAT WAS YOUR WARNING!!! WE ARE COMING IN!!"
A chopper could be heard over the building, there where going for the roof. A team of 15 ballers, volunteered to guard the roof. Brave men. Taking a couple of mines along the way they headed to the roof.
The 15 heroes headed up the stairwell to the roof space. BANG!!!. ****!! the cops where already in the door, and at the top of the stairwell. 25 SWAT members all piled into the well, and opened fire.
The first burst of bullets took down 3 of the ballers. Four Grenades were tossed up the stairs to the SWAT teams feet. After a couple of screams, the dozen headed up the stairs charging......
In a hail of paintballs and 9mm the two teams whittled each other down. 1 baller, 2 SWAT.
The baller looked through his smoked lenses to see he only had two ball left. This did not look good. The two remaining SWAT had taken cover behind a large rooftop generator, and the baller had found one of those handy crates that are everywhere in action movies.
It was do or die. The baller moved in a burst of speed to the generator, everything went slow "Paintball Time". One of the SWAT team popped his head around the edge of the generator, the baller quickly reacted and left off one of his balls. BLAM! right on the cops facevisor. While the SWAT guy was still falling back, the baller finished his route to the generator. He leapt over the top, and put his final ball into the guys back before the 1st guy even hit the deck.
Taking a second to rest the baller sat down, and took off his JT's. He looked at his reflection in a puddle . In the distance another chopper was heard..... he started making his way back to the main bar, placing some mines along the way.
Back downstairs all hell was breaking loose. The cops had forced their way in, and the bar was fastly becoming a paintbath. Cops and ballers bodies lying in piles on the floor, but it seemed that the cops had the numbers advantage.
I locked myself in a room, waiting for my demise. I was outta balls, and **** outta luck. I could hear muffled gun shots and then silence.
Who had won? The cops, the ballers?
"WE ARE GIVING YOU THE CHOICE TO SURRENDER!!! YOU HAVE 60 SECOUNDS TO COME OUT OF THE BUILDING WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR"..
They had won."10". I jumped off the sheet I was sitting on and began to open the door."9". I glanced back as the sheet fell off, and saw Tippmann Ordnance Co.."8" I quickly peeled the lid of the box, "7" and gazed in amazement!.Maybe things could "6" be turned around I "5" strapped the launcher onto the M98, "4" and burst through the door.
"3.......2.....1... "
The door in front of me suddenly caved in, and I was confronted by a team of black uniforms. *POP*,*POP*,*POP*. A load of the SWAT dudes dropped to the floor. I let off a load of balls, and another few grenades. I was running low on ammo.
*BANG!* The door behind me caved it, I looked round ready to get my ass kicked.....
To my amazement it was TJ!!!! Another 4 cops came through the door. TJ started "Bustin' out tha crazy Zen Kung Fu shiznit", and capped them using 2 balls!!!!!
TJ ran outta the door, and all that could be heard was the sound of an adrenaline impulse kicking a$$!!!!
Suddenly, the loudspeaker kicked in again.
"WOOOOOOOOO, TJ HERE. I came here to kick ass and chew bubblegum...and I'm fresh out of bubblegum"
I jumped to my feet and ran outta the door.
The entire street was filled with paintballers!!!!! Music blasting from the cop cars, and naked ladies everywhere!!!!!!!!
Could it be true?? Could paintballers be so damn hard?!?!
I looked at my watch, it was 9:10pm. ****!!! I’m missing friends! I gave TJ a quick "high five" and headed home.
Later that night I wondered back to the events of that day, and said out loud “I KNEW a holiday in Maryland was a bad idea!!!!”
Triple BLEH!!
-Midge
