Post by prozac on Jul 7, 2007 6:36:31 GMT
Scene opens with Ritalin and Prozac standing facing a camera they have set up in there locker room wearing long white doctor coats. Prozac has a mildly serious facial expression on but the same cant be said for Ritalin while he’s standing in the background blowing rubber gloves up, Prozac turns around and gives Ritalin a dirty look until he stops.
Prozac:
Hey blowhard. I want to film this promo and hand it in tomorrow so pat attention and lets do this like we talked about.
Ritalin:
Ok
Prozac hits the button on the camera to begin recording as they both look at the camera.
Prozac:
Hi the following message is paid for by The Meds. Hey I'm Prozac and my mildly retarded companion blowing into gloves is Ritalin. We are here today to tell you all...
Prozac gets cut off by Ritalin.
Ritalin:
Hey Rob look at this
Prozac turns to see Ritalin setting a paper towel on fire.
Prozac:
Will you please stop setting stuff on fire long enough for us to tape this,
Ritalin:
Oops sorry.
Ritalin Quickly puts the fire out and smiles at Prozac then smiles at the camera. Prozac slaps Ritalin on the back of the head.
Prozac:
Go blow the gloves up again.
Ritalin:
Ok.
Ritalin Goes back to blowing the gloves up.
Ritalin:
This is fun.
Prozac sighs
Prozac:
Anyway's the reason we are here today is we heard that many wrestlers have been kind of forgetful
Ritalin:
That’s right apparently these superstars haven't been taking there meds. So come on down and we will get you back on track by slapping some sense into you.
Prozac:
That’s right and best of all the beatings are free of charge!
Ritalin:
Wait! I want to get paid for this man.
Prozac slaps Ritalin upside the head again.
Prozac:
Go to the gloves again.
Ritalin:
Ok. Hey wait I want to show you something.
Prozac:
Oh god…What?
Ritalin:
Watch.
Ritalin takes a glove and puts it over his head right under his nose. Then covers his ears and begins blowing the glove up with his nose after a while he takes it off.
Ritalin:
Cool huh?
Prozac:
Did you eat a lot of paint chips as a kid?
Ritalin:
Why?
Prozac:
Never mind...ok look I will give you a dollar if we film this the right way ok.
Ritalin:
A buck...you got a deal.
Prozac:
Ok
Prozac shuts the camera and puts another tape in then Presses the button to begin filming again.
They both look at the camera with big smiles on there faces
Prozac:
Hi this announcement has been paid for by The Meds.
Ritalin:
Hi I am Ritalin and this is Prozac and we are hear to ask have you been taking your med's? Well we are also hear to tell you about a break through new cure we found.
Prozac:
Right Ritalin. This cure is for anyone who has been feeling cases or thinking there good wrestlers or thinking no one can beat them. Well if you are someone who suffers from theses cases or cases like these we have the cure now.
Ritalin:
That's right. Fight us! Yup that's it, it's that simple get in the ring with us and we will kick your ass a countless number of ways.
Prozac:
And the best part about it is it's totally free.
Ritalin:
Yes but we most warn you that the side effects include purple nipples, indian burns, ripped underwear, and swollen balls.
Prozac:
But that is a small price to pay for what we are giving you. Isn't that right Ritalin?
Ritalin:
That's right Prozac.
Prozac:
Well thank you all for your time we know everyone will love this cure and have no fear there will be more coming soon stay tuned for more announcements by the Meds. So this is The Meds saying
Ritalin/Prozac:
Take you meds.
The two men give even bigger smiles and put there thumbs up. Then Prozac walks over shuts the camera and takes the tape out.
Ritalin:
Where's my dollar?
Prozac:
Oh
Prozac pulls a pen and a piece of paper out of his coat and writes the words one dollar on it and hands it to Ritalin.
Ritalin:
What's this?
Prozac:
One dollar.
Ritalin:
What?
Prozac:
It's the dollar I said I would give you.
Ritalin:
This isn't a dollar.
Prozac:
Yes it is.
Ritalin:
No it's not I cant buy anything with it.
Prozac:
Oh you wanted a real dollar. Well I didn't' say i would give you that.
Ritalin:
OH MY GOD you asshole.
Prozac:
Hey next time pay attention to what I say. Now come on lets go.
Ritalin:
God I hate you.
Prozac:
You'll get over it
The two men leave the room then Ritalin quickly runs back in the room and grabs the box of gloves then runs back out.
Scene Ends
Prozac:
Hey blowhard. I want to film this promo and hand it in tomorrow so pat attention and lets do this like we talked about.
Ritalin:
Ok
Prozac hits the button on the camera to begin recording as they both look at the camera.
Prozac:
Hi the following message is paid for by The Meds. Hey I'm Prozac and my mildly retarded companion blowing into gloves is Ritalin. We are here today to tell you all...
Prozac gets cut off by Ritalin.
Ritalin:
Hey Rob look at this
Prozac turns to see Ritalin setting a paper towel on fire.
Prozac:
Will you please stop setting stuff on fire long enough for us to tape this,
Ritalin:
Oops sorry.
Ritalin Quickly puts the fire out and smiles at Prozac then smiles at the camera. Prozac slaps Ritalin on the back of the head.
Prozac:
Go blow the gloves up again.
Ritalin:
Ok.
Ritalin Goes back to blowing the gloves up.
Ritalin:
This is fun.
Prozac sighs
Prozac:
Anyway's the reason we are here today is we heard that many wrestlers have been kind of forgetful
Ritalin:
That’s right apparently these superstars haven't been taking there meds. So come on down and we will get you back on track by slapping some sense into you.
Prozac:
That’s right and best of all the beatings are free of charge!
Ritalin:
Wait! I want to get paid for this man.
Prozac slaps Ritalin upside the head again.
Prozac:
Go to the gloves again.
Ritalin:
Ok. Hey wait I want to show you something.
Prozac:
Oh god…What?
Ritalin:
Watch.
Ritalin takes a glove and puts it over his head right under his nose. Then covers his ears and begins blowing the glove up with his nose after a while he takes it off.
Ritalin:
Cool huh?
Prozac:
Did you eat a lot of paint chips as a kid?
Ritalin:
Why?
Prozac:
Never mind...ok look I will give you a dollar if we film this the right way ok.
Ritalin:
A buck...you got a deal.
Prozac:
Ok
Prozac shuts the camera and puts another tape in then Presses the button to begin filming again.
They both look at the camera with big smiles on there faces
Prozac:
Hi this announcement has been paid for by The Meds.
Ritalin:
Hi I am Ritalin and this is Prozac and we are hear to ask have you been taking your med's? Well we are also hear to tell you about a break through new cure we found.
Prozac:
Right Ritalin. This cure is for anyone who has been feeling cases or thinking there good wrestlers or thinking no one can beat them. Well if you are someone who suffers from theses cases or cases like these we have the cure now.
Ritalin:
That's right. Fight us! Yup that's it, it's that simple get in the ring with us and we will kick your ass a countless number of ways.
Prozac:
And the best part about it is it's totally free.
Ritalin:
Yes but we most warn you that the side effects include purple nipples, indian burns, ripped underwear, and swollen balls.
Prozac:
But that is a small price to pay for what we are giving you. Isn't that right Ritalin?
Ritalin:
That's right Prozac.
Prozac:
Well thank you all for your time we know everyone will love this cure and have no fear there will be more coming soon stay tuned for more announcements by the Meds. So this is The Meds saying
Ritalin/Prozac:
Take you meds.
The two men give even bigger smiles and put there thumbs up. Then Prozac walks over shuts the camera and takes the tape out.
Ritalin:
Where's my dollar?
Prozac:
Oh
Prozac pulls a pen and a piece of paper out of his coat and writes the words one dollar on it and hands it to Ritalin.
Ritalin:
What's this?
Prozac:
One dollar.
Ritalin:
What?
Prozac:
It's the dollar I said I would give you.
Ritalin:
This isn't a dollar.
Prozac:
Yes it is.
Ritalin:
No it's not I cant buy anything with it.
Prozac:
Oh you wanted a real dollar. Well I didn't' say i would give you that.
Ritalin:
OH MY GOD you asshole.
Prozac:
Hey next time pay attention to what I say. Now come on lets go.
Ritalin:
God I hate you.
Prozac:
You'll get over it
The two men leave the room then Ritalin quickly runs back in the room and grabs the box of gloves then runs back out.
Scene Ends