Post by defunctlies on Aug 23, 2008 18:52:27 GMT -6
The scene opens on what appears to be an empty, worn road, some cars passing by a figure that appears to be hitchhiking down the road. His face isn't distinct, turned away from the camera. As the cars pass by, some dust is kicked up, further obscuring who the man is from sight.
He draws a little closer to the camera and begins to turn, his face being revealed...if not for a black 911 shooting past, kicking up a big cloud of dust. The angle cuts to inside the car with jack Hammond at the wheel glancing in his rear-view mirror. He blinks and looks at the camera.
"I wonder what he was doing?"
There's a muffled response from a voice next to him, suggesting that the man at the side of the road was was hitchhiking. Jack smirks.
"Well, even if I wanted to pick him up, you're sitting in the only other seat. Unless you'd like to get cozy with a stranger."
There's muffled laughter.
"Well, maybe he should have just tried harder at school and gotten a better form of transport."
Jack shrugs and coughs.
"Though seeing him reminds me of my match this Sunday at the Battlegrounds Pre-Show against Mike Honcho."
He sighs and reclines in his seat slightly.
"So the man seems to have a taste for the ridiculous, with his manner of speaking and acting...and I'm not sure if I should take him that seriously when he starts to talk about 'shaking and baking'. I'm not sure if he even knows what that means..."
Jack shrugs.
"Perhaps in our match this Sunday instead of having to fight him, I could just pose a riddle to the man and just confuse him into submission."
He smirks.
"But I don't disrespect him...that'd just be a mistake, and something I've made in the past and suffered for. So I hope that when Mike and myself meet in the ring, we can at least give a good match. So whe-"
Suddenly Jack slams on the brakes, the camera tilting to one side as the sound of screeching tyres fills the cabin. The car comes to a halt, the camera still skewed, Jack blinking and letting out a sigh of relief. He looks at the displaced camera before turning it to look out the windscreen, a car stopped a little too close to the edge of the road, a door having been swung open.
The camera turns back and is put back in its regular angle, Jack cocking an eyebrow, but grinning.
"What are the chances?"
He starts the car rolling again, coughing.
"As I was saying, I hope that when Mike and I face off in the ring, we can give a good show, but when I pin him for the win, don't be disappointed. Perhaps you could find some solace in a nice meal afterwards...so long as it isn't more complicated than say...Shake-and-Bake?"
Jack shrugs.
"So I'll see you on Sunday, Mike. But a little piece of advice; just don't try to hitchhike your way there."
The scene fades out.
He draws a little closer to the camera and begins to turn, his face being revealed...if not for a black 911 shooting past, kicking up a big cloud of dust. The angle cuts to inside the car with jack Hammond at the wheel glancing in his rear-view mirror. He blinks and looks at the camera.
"I wonder what he was doing?"
There's a muffled response from a voice next to him, suggesting that the man at the side of the road was was hitchhiking. Jack smirks.
"Well, even if I wanted to pick him up, you're sitting in the only other seat. Unless you'd like to get cozy with a stranger."
There's muffled laughter.
"Well, maybe he should have just tried harder at school and gotten a better form of transport."
Jack shrugs and coughs.
"Though seeing him reminds me of my match this Sunday at the Battlegrounds Pre-Show against Mike Honcho."
He sighs and reclines in his seat slightly.
"So the man seems to have a taste for the ridiculous, with his manner of speaking and acting...and I'm not sure if I should take him that seriously when he starts to talk about 'shaking and baking'. I'm not sure if he even knows what that means..."
Jack shrugs.
"Perhaps in our match this Sunday instead of having to fight him, I could just pose a riddle to the man and just confuse him into submission."
He smirks.
"But I don't disrespect him...that'd just be a mistake, and something I've made in the past and suffered for. So I hope that when Mike and myself meet in the ring, we can at least give a good match. So whe-"
Suddenly Jack slams on the brakes, the camera tilting to one side as the sound of screeching tyres fills the cabin. The car comes to a halt, the camera still skewed, Jack blinking and letting out a sigh of relief. He looks at the displaced camera before turning it to look out the windscreen, a car stopped a little too close to the edge of the road, a door having been swung open.
The camera turns back and is put back in its regular angle, Jack cocking an eyebrow, but grinning.
"What are the chances?"
He starts the car rolling again, coughing.
"As I was saying, I hope that when Mike and I face off in the ring, we can give a good show, but when I pin him for the win, don't be disappointed. Perhaps you could find some solace in a nice meal afterwards...so long as it isn't more complicated than say...Shake-and-Bake?"
Jack shrugs.
"So I'll see you on Sunday, Mike. But a little piece of advice; just don't try to hitchhike your way there."
The scene fades out.