The female reporter Mia and the cameraman, who were wearing Fox News vests, got out of the interview car and quickly set up their guns and cannons. The camera immediately turned to the two groups confronting each other on Saijo Street.
In total, the Methodist Association and the ATL Women's Association gathered over 200 people.
There are fewer people in the latter.
Mia immediately noticed the House of Beasts in both sides' slogans and told the cameraman: "Shoot that club, it's the trigger for this."
The camera pans back to a continuous shot of the Beastie House Club behind the Women's Association.
Suddenly a flash light came on next to her. Mia turned around and found a colleague coming over and said, "Dike, you were blown away by us."
Dyke comes from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, the largest local print media. He first asked his colleagues to take pictures, and then responded: "Unlucky, I encountered a vehicle from the ATL Association on the road that came to support, and we were stuck in traffic for a while."
Mia asked: "Is there anyone else coming?"
It could be seen immediately that Dyke had no need to hide it and said: "They just had a quarrel in front of the state Capitol a few days ago. The battle of ideas was particularly sharp. New and old hatreds will not make it easier for the other party."
While they were talking, several cars from the Methodist Association and the ATL Women's Association each came, and those who got off were all leading figures.
Mia knew a few of them and said: "Kelly Gray is here." The other person was one of the most active backbones of the ATL Women's Association. She had a keen sense of news and shouted to her assistant: "Notify the desk, send someone here. Support, bring the nearest broadcast truck over."
Dyke looked at the few patrol officers and said, "There are a few police officers here."
At this time, the sky was getting dark, and another reporter from the News who arrived said: "At most, they cursed like they did in front of the Parliament Building. Matters involving women's rights are very troublesome, and APD also has a headache."
The members of the Methodist Church and the Women's Association were mainly women, and they could remain silent at the beginning of the confrontation. I don't know who made the first curse, but the dispute over high-level ideas immediately turned into a shrew-like scolding.
This kind of news is very interesting, including reporters from Atlanta-based CNN and other media.
As the trigger of today's incident, Beast House has naturally become the focus of media attention.
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Black bar.
"What the hell, those bitches protesting against the House of Beasts, why did they block my door and prevent us from opening?" Boyette, a bald black man, took drugs and became emotional. He took out the gun in his crotch and shouted: " Come with me and drive them away.”
Several younger brothers were eager to give it a try.
A Latino with glasses quickly grabbed Boyette: "Don't be ridiculous! Give me the gun! Outside is the Methodist Association, opposite is the Women's Association, and there are congressmen in front of them. You go out and shoot, don't talk about the bar." , even the gang behind us will be in trouble!"
The quarrel between the two organizations was within the rules. The black man ran over and started shooting. Are he looking for death?
Boyet tried his best to suppress his emotions and put down the M1911: "Those idiots at the House of Beasts, forget about the bad business, and provoke these lunatics, which will make us unlucky. One day I will smash the door of his house." !”
The Latino said: "Be patient tonight, the media and reporters are watching, we are doing legal business, don't mess around."
Being implicated and unable to operate and make money, Boyette was naturally angry: "I've made a note of this. I'm going to get back the losses tonight. Sooner or later."
The Latina asked people to guard the door to prevent the crazy woman who was making a lot of noise outside from breaking in.
Across the road, inside the Beastie House Club.
Vincent stood in front of the second-floor window, slightly raising his cowboy hat, and watched the reporters shooting in this direction.
There seemed to be 20,000 ducks scolding each other on Saijo Street, and those who made the noise had their heads buzzing.
Vincent nodded with approval. If nothing else, the House of Beasts would be seen on mainstream TV news and newspaper reports, but he wanted more and asked Martin: "That's it?"
Martin has been paying attention to the development of the situation, and found a familiar face among the crowd near the door of the Beast's House.
Wearing business attire and having short ear-length hair, Kelly Gray from Gray Film and Television Production Company.
This was an accident, he didn't expect it.
Many media reporters came, and Kelly Gray is a feminist fighter.
Expand your public influence?
Martin's mind was not as lively as usual, and he immediately came up with some random thoughts. With preparation, he made a prompt decision: "Boss, there is still a good show that has not yet been staged."
Vincent asked: "Not in time?"
Martin needs to figure out one thing first: "If they fight, can the club stay open?"
Vincent understood, thought about it for a moment, and said, "Let it go."
Martin looked at the younger brothers: "Old Bu, prepare for the next stage. You and I will be civilized gentlemen." He said to the handsome and thin golden retriever: "Again, you don't have to go back to the club when you're done. Hurry up and leave today. There’s no need to come back later.”
Without saying a word, the golden retriever rushed to the dressing room, put on a breast-prosthetic bodysuit and skirt, put on a women's vest, put on simple makeup, slipped out of the club through the back door, walked around Saijo Street, and took advantage of the dim sky to hang out. He entered the women's association members who were arriving one after another and came to the forefront of the confrontation.
At the same time, Martin led Bruce and Hart and others to the porch.
Bruce couldn't help but said: "Compared to a scumbag like you, I look like a good person."
Martin emphasized: "Don't doubt it, we are doing good things and everyone in Atlanta will know that we are civilized people."
Hart was still frightened: "Man, I take back what I said yesterday. If you join the sportsman team, I will never train you. The leader will let you do it, so you can train us as you like."
Martin joked deliberately: "Mortar shells?"
Hart replied seriously: "The tomahawk style is fine too."
Outside the door, there were relatively few women gathering near the Beast House, so they were at a disadvantage in the scolding battle.
Kelly Gray, who is now in her early thirties, took out her cell phone and called for help.
This battle of ideas is not as simple as it seems on the surface. Behind it is the political dispute in Atlanta.
There are many mainstream media here, and of course Kelly Gray has to rush over to project her image as a feminist fighter.
The Methodists and Women's Club were still hurling insults, but the latter came later and in smaller numbers, so their momentum was suppressed.
As open-minded liberals, women were on the front lines, unbuttoning their underwear, pulling them out and throwing them at the Methodists.
The golden retriever reached into his clothes, took out a plastic bottle, and threw it out with all his strength.
This is the result of sixty years of Hart's collection of silt mussels.
The bottle that Bruce had treated hit a strong woman in the Methodist Church and burst immediately. The yellow liquid inside splashed out and landed on seven or eight people nearby. The fishy smell that had fermented overnight carried thousands of meters in the wind.
"Those promiscuous bitches are taking action!" The strong woman was fucked all over Lin's head and face. The disgusting smell made her furious, and she took the lead and rushed out: "Sisters, fuck those rotten pens!"
The people in front of the Methodist Church were disgusted. The two sides were sworn enemies, so they rushed out together: "Kill those bitches!"
There weren't many APDs on the scene, so they couldn't stop them at all.
The reporters nearby were so excited that they almost flew into the air.
Reporters from several news stations called the station one after another, requesting emergency news breaks.
For a moment, clothes were flying everywhere, like a women's rugby match.
