Post by prozac on Mar 3, 2007 5:45:50 GMT -5
Scene opens on a playground in the town of Cornwall, NY. There are many kids in the playground right now as it is a nice day out its day time and not many clouds in the sky. Over a little ways from the play ground is a blacktopped basketball court. We see a bunch of people standing around the court watching a game already in progress. On the court there are four people playing a two on two game on full court. One man in black shorts and a gray T- shirt charges towards on of the hoops dribbling the ball. Another man who we assume is his partner wearing a black T-shirt and red shorts charges the hoop from the other side. As we zoom in the two men charging the courts are The Meds, Prozac and Ritalin. Prozac has the ball and he sees his partner make it past the man that was guarding him and get right next to the hoop. Prozac sees an opening and throws the ball up which Ritalin grabs in air and dunks it for an alley oop. After Ritalin lands Prozac yells.
Prozac:
BRECK!
There two opponents walk over to a bench and sit down as Prozac and Ritalin walk over to another bench. Just then a small kid maybe 11 years old walk up behind them.
Kid:
Meds?
Prozac and Ritalin turn to see freckled face with dirty blonde bangs covering most of the foerhead hair
Ritalin:
Ahhhhhhh! It’s small.
Prozac looks at Ritalin with a what are you stupid type pf look.
Prozac:
That’s because it’s a kid you moron.
Ritalin:
I wanna poke it.
Prozac:
Later. What up little man.
Kid:
I wanted to ask for your autographs.
Prozac smiles.
Prozac:
Sure thing.
Prozac reaches into is bag that was on the bench with his left hand and pulls out a photo of The Meds and a pen.
Prozac:
What’s you name?
The kid speaks with excitement in his voice.
Kid:
Tommy.
Prozac:
Ok Tommy.
Prozac and Ritalin take turns signing the paper then Prozac hands it to the kid. Tommy reaches for the picture and takes the photo with a smile on his face.
Prozac:
There you go.
Tommy:
Thank you.
Prozac:
You’re welcome.
Tommy:
Can I watch you guys play the rest of the game.
Prozac:
Of cause. You better go tell your parents where you are though.
Tommy:
Oh there back at the house. I live right over there.
The boy points down past the park to some houses across the street.
Prozac:
Oh so you’re here by yourself.
Tommy:
Yea but I always come here and my dad meets me here later after he is done with his work.
Prozac:
Your dad a wrestling fan too?
Tommy:
Yea, he and I watch it together all the time.
Prozac:
Are you going to be watching Monday?
Tommy:
We always do.
Prozac:
You going to watch the next PPV
Tommy:
I think we are but I’m not sure.
Prozac:
Would you like to go to the next PPV?
Tommy:
Yes! I really want too.
Prozac smiles and digs into his bag once again and pulls out two tickets.
Prozac:
Here you go. Two tickets for you and your dad. I had these because my cousin and his friend were going to go but they can’t make it.
Tommy’s eyes light up and a huge smile crosses his face.
Tommy:
O wow thank you. This is great.
Prozac:
Go home and tell your dad then if you want come back and watch the rest of the game.
Tommy:
Ok
The kid starts to run to his house. He only makes it a few feet though before he stops and quickly turns around.
Tommy:
Prozac? Are you going to win this week?
Prozac looks at the kid and grins.
Prozac:
Of cause.
The kid smiles and starts to run to his house again. Prozac and Ritalin take sips from there water bottles and head back on to the court.
Prozac:
Ready?
Scene fades with the two teams checking the ball.
Prozac:
BRECK!
There two opponents walk over to a bench and sit down as Prozac and Ritalin walk over to another bench. Just then a small kid maybe 11 years old walk up behind them.
Kid:
Meds?
Prozac and Ritalin turn to see freckled face with dirty blonde bangs covering most of the foerhead hair
Ritalin:
Ahhhhhhh! It’s small.
Prozac looks at Ritalin with a what are you stupid type pf look.
Prozac:
That’s because it’s a kid you moron.
Ritalin:
I wanna poke it.
Prozac:
Later. What up little man.
Kid:
I wanted to ask for your autographs.
Prozac smiles.
Prozac:
Sure thing.
Prozac reaches into is bag that was on the bench with his left hand and pulls out a photo of The Meds and a pen.
Prozac:
What’s you name?
The kid speaks with excitement in his voice.
Kid:
Tommy.
Prozac:
Ok Tommy.
Prozac and Ritalin take turns signing the paper then Prozac hands it to the kid. Tommy reaches for the picture and takes the photo with a smile on his face.
Prozac:
There you go.
Tommy:
Thank you.
Prozac:
You’re welcome.
Tommy:
Can I watch you guys play the rest of the game.
Prozac:
Of cause. You better go tell your parents where you are though.
Tommy:
Oh there back at the house. I live right over there.
The boy points down past the park to some houses across the street.
Prozac:
Oh so you’re here by yourself.
Tommy:
Yea but I always come here and my dad meets me here later after he is done with his work.
Prozac:
Your dad a wrestling fan too?
Tommy:
Yea, he and I watch it together all the time.
Prozac:
Are you going to be watching Monday?
Tommy:
We always do.
Prozac:
You going to watch the next PPV
Tommy:
I think we are but I’m not sure.
Prozac:
Would you like to go to the next PPV?
Tommy:
Yes! I really want too.
Prozac smiles and digs into his bag once again and pulls out two tickets.
Prozac:
Here you go. Two tickets for you and your dad. I had these because my cousin and his friend were going to go but they can’t make it.
Tommy’s eyes light up and a huge smile crosses his face.
Tommy:
O wow thank you. This is great.
Prozac:
Go home and tell your dad then if you want come back and watch the rest of the game.
Tommy:
Ok
The kid starts to run to his house. He only makes it a few feet though before he stops and quickly turns around.
Tommy:
Prozac? Are you going to win this week?
Prozac looks at the kid and grins.
Prozac:
Of cause.
The kid smiles and starts to run to his house again. Prozac and Ritalin take sips from there water bottles and head back on to the court.
Prozac:
Ready?
Scene fades with the two teams checking the ball.