Post by Whitey Ford on Apr 22, 2009 16:09:51 GMT -4
((I got bored and figured I'd write something. Sue me.))
::The scene opens up to a shot of a beggar sitting on a sidewalk on a busy street. Dressed in rags and a beaten down fishermans hat, its hard to make out the man's face. As people pass, a few toss spare change into a tin cup that sits by his legs. The man doesn't even acknoledge the charitable acts by the people, until one walks by and spits at the cup.::
Man: Get a job, you fucking loser.
Homeless Guy: I do have a job. Its soliciting spare change from fine working class people like yourself.
::The man is taken aback by the honesty of the answer, and only shakes his head as he walks away. The beggar calls after him.::
Homesless Guy: Hey, at least I'm not on welfare! Think positive.
::A few more moments pass, with a couple more citizens tossing nickels and dimes into the tin cup. Then, a woman walks up holding a checkbook, pen out and ready to write.::
Woman: Hello...I just watched that movie Pay It Forward and I think this is what I'm going to do. I'll write you a check for a hundred dollars, so you can get some clean clothes, some food, and get back on your feet to go and find yourself a job! Whats your name?
::The homeless man lifts his head for the first time to reveal his smile, the brim of the fishermans hat hiding the rest of his face. As he opens his mouth to speak, a cell phone goes off. The woman looks confused, and the begger holds up a finger to tell her to wait. Digging around in his rags, the man finds a Blackberry phone and takes the call.::
Homeless Guy: Dude, I told you not to call me when I'm working.
Voice: Yeah, yeah, I'm working too. It sucks getting caught, but listen. I just got a call from the CEO of AWA. They want you to wrestle again.
Homeless Man: What? I'll be right over! Same spot?
Voice: Yeah.
::The homeless man hangs up the phone and shrugs. The woman who was going to give him the check is astounded, her jaw wide open. The look of shock and disgust doesn't change much as the beggar sheds off his raggedy clothes to reveal himself as none other than Whitey Ford! Grabbing his tin cup and emptying the contents into his hand and into his pocket, Ford nods at the woman with his boyish smile then heads off down the street.::
Woman: I didn't know homeless people wore skater clothes and had cell phones!
::Whitey turns and looks over his shoulder, shrugging.::
Whitey Ford: I'm actually doing quite well for myself. I have a box here in New York, and a summer crate in the Hamptons.
***Commercial Break***
::The scene reopens in front of a plasma center, across the street. Ford is leaning up against a street sign, smoking a ciggarette and looking quite bored. He keeps glancing at the doors to the plasma center, and eventually sees who he's looking for.::
Whitey Ford: Freak!
::A man who walked out of the center stops in his tracks, looking confused.::
Whitey Ford: Hey, Freak! Over here!
::The man appears to be upset, but is shoved aside by a smaller man wearing aviator sunglasses and jeans with the cuffs cut off. The ridiculous little guy darts across the street, nearly getting hit by a honking taxi. The Freak doesn't even seem to notice as he nods to Whitey.::
The Freak: I can't believe they want you to wrestle for them. Especially after what happened in the last federation we worked for.
Whitey Ford: I know, I know...but hey, I'm sure AWA will have a better sense of humor than that XWL place.
The Freak: Yeah, I bet AWA wouldn't get upset if we pulled the fire alarm right before our match so we could get to the bar before the rush hit.
::Whitey laughs.::
Whitey Ford: Or if we subbed out their title holders theme music from "5 Minutes Alone" to some Nelly Furtado.
::Both share a laugh, and continue walking down the street, the camera stopping and letting them leave.::
The Freak: So, I gotta ask you...you don't feel bad about begging for change?
Whitey Ford: Nah. It buys me beer, which keeps me sane.
The Freak: Oh, yeah...I wouldn't know anything about that...
::Fade to black, classic Chris Holtz style. :D ::
::The scene opens up to a shot of a beggar sitting on a sidewalk on a busy street. Dressed in rags and a beaten down fishermans hat, its hard to make out the man's face. As people pass, a few toss spare change into a tin cup that sits by his legs. The man doesn't even acknoledge the charitable acts by the people, until one walks by and spits at the cup.::
Man: Get a job, you fucking loser.
Homeless Guy: I do have a job. Its soliciting spare change from fine working class people like yourself.
::The man is taken aback by the honesty of the answer, and only shakes his head as he walks away. The beggar calls after him.::
Homesless Guy: Hey, at least I'm not on welfare! Think positive.
::A few more moments pass, with a couple more citizens tossing nickels and dimes into the tin cup. Then, a woman walks up holding a checkbook, pen out and ready to write.::
Woman: Hello...I just watched that movie Pay It Forward and I think this is what I'm going to do. I'll write you a check for a hundred dollars, so you can get some clean clothes, some food, and get back on your feet to go and find yourself a job! Whats your name?
::The homeless man lifts his head for the first time to reveal his smile, the brim of the fishermans hat hiding the rest of his face. As he opens his mouth to speak, a cell phone goes off. The woman looks confused, and the begger holds up a finger to tell her to wait. Digging around in his rags, the man finds a Blackberry phone and takes the call.::
Homeless Guy: Dude, I told you not to call me when I'm working.
Voice: Yeah, yeah, I'm working too. It sucks getting caught, but listen. I just got a call from the CEO of AWA. They want you to wrestle again.
Homeless Man: What? I'll be right over! Same spot?
Voice: Yeah.
::The homeless man hangs up the phone and shrugs. The woman who was going to give him the check is astounded, her jaw wide open. The look of shock and disgust doesn't change much as the beggar sheds off his raggedy clothes to reveal himself as none other than Whitey Ford! Grabbing his tin cup and emptying the contents into his hand and into his pocket, Ford nods at the woman with his boyish smile then heads off down the street.::
Woman: I didn't know homeless people wore skater clothes and had cell phones!
::Whitey turns and looks over his shoulder, shrugging.::
Whitey Ford: I'm actually doing quite well for myself. I have a box here in New York, and a summer crate in the Hamptons.
***Commercial Break***
::The scene reopens in front of a plasma center, across the street. Ford is leaning up against a street sign, smoking a ciggarette and looking quite bored. He keeps glancing at the doors to the plasma center, and eventually sees who he's looking for.::
Whitey Ford: Freak!
::A man who walked out of the center stops in his tracks, looking confused.::
Whitey Ford: Hey, Freak! Over here!
::The man appears to be upset, but is shoved aside by a smaller man wearing aviator sunglasses and jeans with the cuffs cut off. The ridiculous little guy darts across the street, nearly getting hit by a honking taxi. The Freak doesn't even seem to notice as he nods to Whitey.::
The Freak: I can't believe they want you to wrestle for them. Especially after what happened in the last federation we worked for.
Whitey Ford: I know, I know...but hey, I'm sure AWA will have a better sense of humor than that XWL place.
The Freak: Yeah, I bet AWA wouldn't get upset if we pulled the fire alarm right before our match so we could get to the bar before the rush hit.
::Whitey laughs.::
Whitey Ford: Or if we subbed out their title holders theme music from "5 Minutes Alone" to some Nelly Furtado.
::Both share a laugh, and continue walking down the street, the camera stopping and letting them leave.::
The Freak: So, I gotta ask you...you don't feel bad about begging for change?
Whitey Ford: Nah. It buys me beer, which keeps me sane.
The Freak: Oh, yeah...I wouldn't know anything about that...
::Fade to black, classic Chris Holtz style. :D ::
