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Post by Vinny Falcone on Dec 14, 2010 12:07:07 GMT -5
You two RP here.
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Post by luckyjack on Dec 16, 2010 8:19:59 GMT -5
Int. - Radio Station - Early Morning
= A female Disc Jockey sits behind a desk with a million and one contraptions on it. Everything from computers to microphones, to equalizers, to everything it takes to run a small, local radio station.=
DJ: Well, Good Morning, Ninety Nine point One listeners! This morning, we have a special treat… You may know him from your local pub… You may know him from boxing. You may know him from wrestling. But either way…. You know him! “Lucky” Jack Sullivan!
= As the female Disc Jockey makes the announcement, she hit’s the “arena applause“ button on one of the many machines in front of her. “Lucky” Jack Sullivan and Mrs. Sullivan sit to the left and right of the female Disc Jockey. “Lucky” Jack puffs on a cigarette, causing smoke to loom under the Radio Station’s dim light. “Lucky” Jack readjusts his head phones and leans into the microphone in front of him.=
Jack: Good Morning, Ninety Nine One!.. And get this Ninety Nine One.. I am not your only surprise this morning. My lovely wife, Mrs. Sullivan, his here with me.. Go on, baby, give a shout out.
= The female Disc Jockey hit’s the “arena applause” button, again, as Mrs. Sullivan leans to her microphone.=
Mrs. Sullivan: Hey there!
DJ: So, Mrs. Sullivan, Jack, tell out Ninety Nine point One listeners a little bit about yourselves?
Jack: (Jokingly) I thought you already said they knew us?
Mrs. Sullivan: (Chuckling) Well, Jack and I met about.. Oh, I don’t know, four years ago, I guess?
Jack: Yeah, its been about for years. (Shockingly) Wow! Time flies when your selling fries.
DJ: (Totally serious) Oh, you two met when you were working fast food?
= “Lucky” Jack and Mrs. Sullivan look at one another with a “what the *beep*” look on their faces.=
Jack: No, no, we didn’t. Neither, her or I, ever worked fast food.
DJ: (Sensing her indirect insult. Attempts to explain herself.) Well, the fry comment, its easy to see how one would relate the two.
Mrs. Sullivan: (“Lucky” Jack goes to open his mouth to speak, but Mrs. Sullivan intervenes, sparing the female Disc Jockey what would of probably been a smart ass comment.) No, Jack and I, actually met our freshmen year in College.
DJ: Oh, so, you guys were college sweethearts, huh?
Mrs. Sullivan: Oh, yeah! Jack was into boxing, I was a part of the dance squad, so naturally, we were attracted to one another.
DJ: A Tarzan and Jane thing, huh?
Jack: (Calmed down.) I remember, I was in the ring, fighting Buddy Spence, and during the second round, in walks this stunning blonde with a bunch of her friends. It was ten degrees outside, and she was all snuggled up, head to toe… Everything but her face, and as soon as I saw her I saw… (“Lucky” Jack pauses.)
DJ: (Excited) Fireworks?!
Jack: No… Buddy Spence’s fist connecting with my face at full speed.
DJ: (Laughing) Oh, Man, that had to hurt!
Mrs. Sullivan: (Laughing as well) It did. I was ring side, looking at this strong, twenty two year old kid, laying on his back, trying to regain to senses.
DJ: ( To Mrs. Sullivan) Well, did he?
Mrs. Sullivan: Get this… He is laying there, and you can clearly see he is out of it. Totally gone, right? He shakes his head, and being completely disoriented, he looks at me and smiles.
DJ: (Laughing) And what did you do?
Mrs. Sullivan: (Laughing) I smiled back… What else could I do?
Jack: Wait, wait, wait, finish the story… So, the story ends with me getting back to my feet in the second, and struggling through the third but coming out on top in the fifth… (To Mrs. Sullivan, whispering) You always leave that part out?
DJ: (Once again, Laughing) Okay, so, “Lucky” Jack gets knocked out, but comes off with the win after seeing the beautiful blonde, who he smiled at as he regained conscience… So, where does the actual meet come in?
Mrs. Sullivan: Jack, gets out of the ring, bloodied and bruised, sweating like a hog, and walks right up to me…
Jack: (Imitating his younger self) “Hi… What’s your name?”
DJ: Nuh-uh, no way, you said that?
Mrs. Sullivan: (Laughing) Yeah, he did
DJ: You two are a riot, but sadly we have to cut to a commercial break… Remember, Ninety Nine point One listeners, “Lucky” Jack Sullivan… and Mrs. Sullivan are right here, so don’t touch that dial.
=The screen fades to a commercial break=
TO BE CONTINUED….
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