Post by TFP on Aug 28, 2007 21:17:49 GMT -4
Davidson is going to do a commercial today for Subway and Mountain Dew to advertise both products that he enjoys so much. Apparently Subway and Mountain Dew are now sponsors of one another and are now in the works of sponsoring Davidson. Already sponsored by Mountain Dew, Davidson is now going to be helping Subway with his favorite soda. Jarred Fogle is a lanky douchebag, plus he has glasses, so who better than Davidson to sponsor Subway now? At least Davidson did something cool unlike Jared. Who would look up to a guy who lost a million pounds eating subs? Davidson used to do heroin, so I’m sure that a company would have more business knowing that a former heroin-addict eats their stuff.
Exiting his limo at a studio in England, the Feature Presentation walks through to the double doors of this studio. He opens up the door and enters, looking around at some of the technical crew, staff and literally the dozens of people who help set up the one white wall that’s going to be the backdrop of this not so lengthy commercial. Walking to a man talking on a cell-phone, Davidson stands beside him with his hands in his pockets, tapping his foot in a nervous fashion. The man hangs the phone up after awhile and starts to look around, then sees Davidson. He grins and extends his hand.
“Hey! Davidson! You came; it’s nice to meet you. The name is Breckin Powers and I’m part of the Subway Corporation here in the United Kingdom. Anyways, as my secretary has told you on the phone, we’re going to be filming a commercial today that’s going to be aired around England, Scotland, Ireland, Whales, et cetera, et cetera. Since you agreed to do it, I want to thank you. We’ve been looking for somebody accepted on television these days and you seem to be the perfect fit for this commercial. You see that white wall back there?”
“Yeah.”
“All right, here’s the plan; you’ll be standing behind that table set out in the centre. There are going to be two guys dressed up, one as a sub and one as a Mountain Dew bottle. They’ll stand on either side of you and on that table will be an actual Subway sub and an actually bottle of Mountain Dew. Eat and drink them if you want, it’s really up to you, it doesn’t matter. The line that we have planned for you is ‘Subway, eat fresh’ or even use ‘Subway and Mountain Dew, teaming up in the ring every day like I do’. Got it?”
“But I’m not a tag team wrestler, Breckin…”
“Well… all right, I understand. Do you have another line that’s better than that?”
“Yeah.”
“Go on, shoot, tell me.”
“Subway and Mountain Dew are now partners here in the United Kingdom. If I’m ever in a bind in the British Wrestling Alliance, I would tag with them any day.”
Breckin rubs his chin and shrugs.
“Not bad, use that if you would like.”
“I will.”
Mr. Powers turns around and claps his hands, grabbing the attention of all the people within the studio.
“All right, people, all right… lunch break is over, get to your spots; we’re getting ready to shoot the commercial now. Mick, get those lights brighter. Scott, make sure the sound is perfect and not in the camera’s way. Steve, Kurt, Pete… you guys make sure that your cameras don’t get anything outside of that white wall in the picture. Mascots, take your places. Davidson, you get in there, too…”
Davidson walks to the white backdrop and stands behind the table in the middle, hands in his pockets. He stares down at the Mountain Dew and Subway sub as the mascots get to his side. He looks up and sees the red light of the three cameras on, so he takes a breath.
“Subway and Mountain Dew are now partners here in the United Kingdom. If I’m ever in a bind in the British Wrestling Alliance, I would tag with them any day.”
“… … …Now take a drink of the Dew and eat some of the sub.”
“Won’t your voice be on the commercial?”
“Nope, we’ll cut that part out. Now eat and drink some.”
Feeling like an idiot, Davidson unwraps the sub and takes a bite. Some of the vegetables and such fall from the bun and onto the table. He kind of frowns, since there was a meatball in there. He sets the sub down and takes a drink of the Mountain Dew.
“Subway, eat fresh.”
He keeps silent for a minute.
“Do the Dew.”
After awhile, he shrugs.
“I have been Wrestling’s Source of Income since 2003!”
He raises his arms and nods his head in an arrogant way, he has always been told to grow an ego by some people, so he might as well do it on a Subway and Mountain Dew commercial. The cameras stop rolling as Breckin tells them that it’s a wrap. Davidson walks off of the set and sighs, walking to him.
“You did good there, man. But it’ll look a whole lot better on television, the commercials always do. With the editing, effects, text and all… you’ll be proud of what you see on the television. You’ll be like a natural. So, me and the rest of the guys are going out to some bar… you want to come with? You are the star of the commercial, after all.”
“Actually, I haven’t had a drink in a few weeks… so I guess that it can’t hurt. But I’ll have to run out to my limo and get my wallet since I left it behind if that isn’t a problem… is it?”
“No, not at all. We’ll be leaving in about half an hour, take your time.”
“All right…”
Leaving the studio, Davidson walks outside and goes to his limo.
Exiting his limo at a studio in England, the Feature Presentation walks through to the double doors of this studio. He opens up the door and enters, looking around at some of the technical crew, staff and literally the dozens of people who help set up the one white wall that’s going to be the backdrop of this not so lengthy commercial. Walking to a man talking on a cell-phone, Davidson stands beside him with his hands in his pockets, tapping his foot in a nervous fashion. The man hangs the phone up after awhile and starts to look around, then sees Davidson. He grins and extends his hand.
“Hey! Davidson! You came; it’s nice to meet you. The name is Breckin Powers and I’m part of the Subway Corporation here in the United Kingdom. Anyways, as my secretary has told you on the phone, we’re going to be filming a commercial today that’s going to be aired around England, Scotland, Ireland, Whales, et cetera, et cetera. Since you agreed to do it, I want to thank you. We’ve been looking for somebody accepted on television these days and you seem to be the perfect fit for this commercial. You see that white wall back there?”
“Yeah.”
“All right, here’s the plan; you’ll be standing behind that table set out in the centre. There are going to be two guys dressed up, one as a sub and one as a Mountain Dew bottle. They’ll stand on either side of you and on that table will be an actual Subway sub and an actually bottle of Mountain Dew. Eat and drink them if you want, it’s really up to you, it doesn’t matter. The line that we have planned for you is ‘Subway, eat fresh’ or even use ‘Subway and Mountain Dew, teaming up in the ring every day like I do’. Got it?”
“But I’m not a tag team wrestler, Breckin…”
“Well… all right, I understand. Do you have another line that’s better than that?”
“Yeah.”
“Go on, shoot, tell me.”
“Subway and Mountain Dew are now partners here in the United Kingdom. If I’m ever in a bind in the British Wrestling Alliance, I would tag with them any day.”
Breckin rubs his chin and shrugs.
“Not bad, use that if you would like.”
“I will.”
Mr. Powers turns around and claps his hands, grabbing the attention of all the people within the studio.
“All right, people, all right… lunch break is over, get to your spots; we’re getting ready to shoot the commercial now. Mick, get those lights brighter. Scott, make sure the sound is perfect and not in the camera’s way. Steve, Kurt, Pete… you guys make sure that your cameras don’t get anything outside of that white wall in the picture. Mascots, take your places. Davidson, you get in there, too…”
Davidson walks to the white backdrop and stands behind the table in the middle, hands in his pockets. He stares down at the Mountain Dew and Subway sub as the mascots get to his side. He looks up and sees the red light of the three cameras on, so he takes a breath.
“Subway and Mountain Dew are now partners here in the United Kingdom. If I’m ever in a bind in the British Wrestling Alliance, I would tag with them any day.”
“… … …Now take a drink of the Dew and eat some of the sub.”
“Won’t your voice be on the commercial?”
“Nope, we’ll cut that part out. Now eat and drink some.”
Feeling like an idiot, Davidson unwraps the sub and takes a bite. Some of the vegetables and such fall from the bun and onto the table. He kind of frowns, since there was a meatball in there. He sets the sub down and takes a drink of the Mountain Dew.
“Subway, eat fresh.”
He keeps silent for a minute.
“Do the Dew.”
After awhile, he shrugs.
“I have been Wrestling’s Source of Income since 2003!”
He raises his arms and nods his head in an arrogant way, he has always been told to grow an ego by some people, so he might as well do it on a Subway and Mountain Dew commercial. The cameras stop rolling as Breckin tells them that it’s a wrap. Davidson walks off of the set and sighs, walking to him.
“You did good there, man. But it’ll look a whole lot better on television, the commercials always do. With the editing, effects, text and all… you’ll be proud of what you see on the television. You’ll be like a natural. So, me and the rest of the guys are going out to some bar… you want to come with? You are the star of the commercial, after all.”
“Actually, I haven’t had a drink in a few weeks… so I guess that it can’t hurt. But I’ll have to run out to my limo and get my wallet since I left it behind if that isn’t a problem… is it?”
“No, not at all. We’ll be leaving in about half an hour, take your time.”
“All right…”
Leaving the studio, Davidson walks outside and goes to his limo.