Post by asp on Aug 18, 2011 3:46:53 GMT -4
The scene opens with a close-up of a blonde haired mans face, with sweat pouring down his face, in the background you hear sound effects of a pinball machine. The man quickly wipes away some sweat from his face, and begins talking out loud.
Man: Yeah, yeah! I’m the best you’ve ever seen, aren’t I? Tell me I’m the best! I’m the best there is!
The scene continues to be filled with the image of the man, seeming to be motionless. Suddenly, a noise is heard, sounding as if the game is over.
Man: No worries, that ball lasted for a full minute this time around!
The scene quickly switches to the mans score on the pinball machine.. 10,000 points. The art work on the machine shows a generic looking backdrop for the machine. A teen girl in a bikini sitting on a hood of a car, with two magnums shooting a an army helicopter, the background a burnt out city. The name on the machine shows, "Target Practice!" The scene now goes back to the blonde haired man, proud of his low score, not realizing that a typical score for pinball is over 100,000.
Man: I know that’s good, I’m simply a natural. When was the last time you’ve ever seen a football game with over 100 points? Never!
The mans voice does not sound cocky, instead, he simply sounds joyful, happy that he has an opportunity to share his joy with the audience. It is clear that he simply wants the fans to experience what he is experiencing. The scene now backs up, revealing the rest of the joy filled man. He has a pair of sunglasses hanging off his shirt. The shirt itself is a green Aeropostale shirt with a white 87 stitched on the upper right corner. In the center is a graphic of a surf board. The blonde haired man now looks up at the pinball machine, somehow, it is asking for his initials. He inputs his initials with the right bumper button. ASP is put into the machine. As the high scores appear, it is clear to see hardly anyone has played this machine, seeing as his high score is number 3, the other 2 scores on the machine are; 320,472 and the high score is, 542,491. He looks up at the scores, and his jaw drops and speaks.
ASP: Those other two guys must have been able to get these bumpers to work better than me. No worries though. You know, I really like my initials, how about all of you people at home call me that? It rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it? A…S…P. It works on many levels, it can work in a non-threatening way such as, ASP is coming…For dinner! Or, ASP is coming…For you! Hmm, dinner. Some spinach salad sounds so good right now.
ASP looks off into space, obviously thinking of how his pinball game has worked him into having a fierce appetite. He snaps out of it and looks into the camera, and leans himself against the pinball machine. At that moment, the pinball machine shows that it’s not just a generic pinball machine, it reveals that it has a sensor built into it, to come alive with dialogue when leaned on. It speaks in a cute girl voice
Pinball Machine: Ohhh, lean harder fly boy!
ASP jumps up from the startling voice. He asks himself a question, quietly.
ASP: Fly boy…?
He looks up at the backdrop artwork.
ASP: Oh, I get it, the helicopter! Helicopters fly! Sometimes crash, but for the most part, fly. But I do wonder how it is aware that I am male. It must have noticed these big hands of mine. After all, for the past five minutes my hands have been pounding away at it.
ASP now begins to lick his lips, noticing that he is quite thirsty.
ASP: Hey, one of you people behind the camera guy, can you Snapple me? I’m thirsty in two ways, way one; I’m thirsty, in the normal way. Way two; Thirsty for knowledge!
A Snapple bottle is thrown to ASP. He twists the top open, the Snapple bottle makes the typical and legendary sound it usually makes. ASP turns the cap upside down, he squints at the top, as if he is unable to read it.
ASP: Wow, they pack these with so much information now a days.
ASP reaches into his pocket, takes out a glasses case, and proceeds to take the glasses out of the case. He puts them on.
ASP: Oh, this is a good one, I can tell.
He clears his throat and reads the Snapple fact.
ASP: World War I is the 6th deadliest conflict in human history. That’s weird, I thought having dinner with my mother-in-law was!
ASP slaps his knee and laughs to himself at his joke. He then gives a look, realizing how easily distracted he can get. He lets out a sigh, showing he can even get frustrated with himself at some points.
ASP: My apologizes. I haven’t even begun to get to the point, have I?
He takes a sip of the Snapple so he can finally begin talking about the issue on hand.
ASP: You’d think World War I would be higher than six, right?
He shakes his head noticing his being distracted again.
ASP: Sorry! Sorry! Let me start by saying, I don’t cause problems. I know in the wrestling industry there’s this outlook that to get ahead in wrestling, you need to stir things up, cause ruckus, get in people’s faces that you have a problem with. But truth be told, I’ve never met any of the guys in APW, why would I have a problem with any of them when I haven’t even stepped foot in the locker room yet. Let me assure you though, there will be plenty of time for that once I get situated in Over Drive. And I’m sure, like everywhere else, people will find problems with me. Perhaps they will have a problem with how I get most of my info from Snapple. Maybe they will think I should get my info from a Kindle. Maybe they don’t like how I own a Kindle, they want me to buy books, even though they are more expensive.
ASP gets this look in his eyes showing he’s about to get off track again.
ASP: You know, I don’t know how more people don’t own a Kindle, when you buy a book, they are usually 50% cheaper, and all the New York Times Best Sellers, I call them nytbs, are always $9.98... I did it again…
ASP gets a look on his face, as if trying his hardest to focus.
ASP: You know, that’s what people hate, and love, most about me. You know, you really find out who your friends are when you have nothing to hide. Hell yeah I can’t focus, and maybe there are two people in this world better at pinball than I am, but you know what, there isn’t another person around this world of ours that is like me, and there are people that wish there were more of me, and yes, there are people that wish there were none of me. This is what I have to say to everyone. You want to deal with me? Good, both of us are in the perfect business to deal with each other.
ASP begins nodding his head, looking as if he is glad the way that came out.
ASP: I’m not changing to make other people happy. I’m not changing to make it so someone is able to put up with me. I’m not changing so someone can like me. I’m happy the way I am. I’m happy that my Kindle can download books less than sixty seconds, I’m happy that Snapple makes me learn things on a daily basis, I’m happy that I mastered pinball today. What else can I ask for? I’m a happy person, I don’t have issues to be resolved, except of course that I haven’t talked to my dad in a year…
ASP gets the look that he’s about to trail off again… He shakes his head and gets a smile on his face.
ASP: Just kidding, my dad is dead, that’s why I haven’t talked to him for a year. Could you imagine? Talking about unresolved issues about my family? That would be awkward. To tell the truth, I’ve said what needs to be said. In the back of my mind, I’ve been simply wanting to resume a game of pinball, perhaps break my previous score, maybe get 50,000 points this time around. To say the least, I’ll see all of you again, in an APW ring.
The scene begins to zoom away from ASP. Within a few seconds, you hear the sound of a ball going past the bumpers, and into the pit. ASP lets out a big sigh, and the scene fades to black.
Man: Yeah, yeah! I’m the best you’ve ever seen, aren’t I? Tell me I’m the best! I’m the best there is!
The scene continues to be filled with the image of the man, seeming to be motionless. Suddenly, a noise is heard, sounding as if the game is over.
Man: No worries, that ball lasted for a full minute this time around!
The scene quickly switches to the mans score on the pinball machine.. 10,000 points. The art work on the machine shows a generic looking backdrop for the machine. A teen girl in a bikini sitting on a hood of a car, with two magnums shooting a an army helicopter, the background a burnt out city. The name on the machine shows, "Target Practice!" The scene now goes back to the blonde haired man, proud of his low score, not realizing that a typical score for pinball is over 100,000.
Man: I know that’s good, I’m simply a natural. When was the last time you’ve ever seen a football game with over 100 points? Never!
The mans voice does not sound cocky, instead, he simply sounds joyful, happy that he has an opportunity to share his joy with the audience. It is clear that he simply wants the fans to experience what he is experiencing. The scene now backs up, revealing the rest of the joy filled man. He has a pair of sunglasses hanging off his shirt. The shirt itself is a green Aeropostale shirt with a white 87 stitched on the upper right corner. In the center is a graphic of a surf board. The blonde haired man now looks up at the pinball machine, somehow, it is asking for his initials. He inputs his initials with the right bumper button. ASP is put into the machine. As the high scores appear, it is clear to see hardly anyone has played this machine, seeing as his high score is number 3, the other 2 scores on the machine are; 320,472 and the high score is, 542,491. He looks up at the scores, and his jaw drops and speaks.
ASP: Those other two guys must have been able to get these bumpers to work better than me. No worries though. You know, I really like my initials, how about all of you people at home call me that? It rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it? A…S…P. It works on many levels, it can work in a non-threatening way such as, ASP is coming…For dinner! Or, ASP is coming…For you! Hmm, dinner. Some spinach salad sounds so good right now.
ASP looks off into space, obviously thinking of how his pinball game has worked him into having a fierce appetite. He snaps out of it and looks into the camera, and leans himself against the pinball machine. At that moment, the pinball machine shows that it’s not just a generic pinball machine, it reveals that it has a sensor built into it, to come alive with dialogue when leaned on. It speaks in a cute girl voice
Pinball Machine: Ohhh, lean harder fly boy!
ASP jumps up from the startling voice. He asks himself a question, quietly.
ASP: Fly boy…?
He looks up at the backdrop artwork.
ASP: Oh, I get it, the helicopter! Helicopters fly! Sometimes crash, but for the most part, fly. But I do wonder how it is aware that I am male. It must have noticed these big hands of mine. After all, for the past five minutes my hands have been pounding away at it.
ASP now begins to lick his lips, noticing that he is quite thirsty.
ASP: Hey, one of you people behind the camera guy, can you Snapple me? I’m thirsty in two ways, way one; I’m thirsty, in the normal way. Way two; Thirsty for knowledge!
A Snapple bottle is thrown to ASP. He twists the top open, the Snapple bottle makes the typical and legendary sound it usually makes. ASP turns the cap upside down, he squints at the top, as if he is unable to read it.
ASP: Wow, they pack these with so much information now a days.
ASP reaches into his pocket, takes out a glasses case, and proceeds to take the glasses out of the case. He puts them on.
ASP: Oh, this is a good one, I can tell.
He clears his throat and reads the Snapple fact.
ASP: World War I is the 6th deadliest conflict in human history. That’s weird, I thought having dinner with my mother-in-law was!
ASP slaps his knee and laughs to himself at his joke. He then gives a look, realizing how easily distracted he can get. He lets out a sigh, showing he can even get frustrated with himself at some points.
ASP: My apologizes. I haven’t even begun to get to the point, have I?
He takes a sip of the Snapple so he can finally begin talking about the issue on hand.
ASP: You’d think World War I would be higher than six, right?
He shakes his head noticing his being distracted again.
ASP: Sorry! Sorry! Let me start by saying, I don’t cause problems. I know in the wrestling industry there’s this outlook that to get ahead in wrestling, you need to stir things up, cause ruckus, get in people’s faces that you have a problem with. But truth be told, I’ve never met any of the guys in APW, why would I have a problem with any of them when I haven’t even stepped foot in the locker room yet. Let me assure you though, there will be plenty of time for that once I get situated in Over Drive. And I’m sure, like everywhere else, people will find problems with me. Perhaps they will have a problem with how I get most of my info from Snapple. Maybe they will think I should get my info from a Kindle. Maybe they don’t like how I own a Kindle, they want me to buy books, even though they are more expensive.
ASP gets this look in his eyes showing he’s about to get off track again.
ASP: You know, I don’t know how more people don’t own a Kindle, when you buy a book, they are usually 50% cheaper, and all the New York Times Best Sellers, I call them nytbs, are always $9.98... I did it again…
ASP gets a look on his face, as if trying his hardest to focus.
ASP: You know, that’s what people hate, and love, most about me. You know, you really find out who your friends are when you have nothing to hide. Hell yeah I can’t focus, and maybe there are two people in this world better at pinball than I am, but you know what, there isn’t another person around this world of ours that is like me, and there are people that wish there were more of me, and yes, there are people that wish there were none of me. This is what I have to say to everyone. You want to deal with me? Good, both of us are in the perfect business to deal with each other.
ASP begins nodding his head, looking as if he is glad the way that came out.
ASP: I’m not changing to make other people happy. I’m not changing to make it so someone is able to put up with me. I’m not changing so someone can like me. I’m happy the way I am. I’m happy that my Kindle can download books less than sixty seconds, I’m happy that Snapple makes me learn things on a daily basis, I’m happy that I mastered pinball today. What else can I ask for? I’m a happy person, I don’t have issues to be resolved, except of course that I haven’t talked to my dad in a year…
ASP gets the look that he’s about to trail off again… He shakes his head and gets a smile on his face.
ASP: Just kidding, my dad is dead, that’s why I haven’t talked to him for a year. Could you imagine? Talking about unresolved issues about my family? That would be awkward. To tell the truth, I’ve said what needs to be said. In the back of my mind, I’ve been simply wanting to resume a game of pinball, perhaps break my previous score, maybe get 50,000 points this time around. To say the least, I’ll see all of you again, in an APW ring.
The scene begins to zoom away from ASP. Within a few seconds, you hear the sound of a ball going past the bumpers, and into the pit. ASP lets out a big sigh, and the scene fades to black.
