Rx Commercial:
Camera pans to to a desperate looking young man in wrinked clothes...obviously a sports gambler, sitting in front of his t.v. He is sweating a game-ending 45-yard field goal as if his life depended on it. The kick is up...and it is good! The guy runs around like a crazed maniac. Obviously he just hit a big parlay that changed his life for the better.
Cut to next scene. After relaxing, the same guy is sitting in his recliner with a martini in hand trying to login an offshore net site with a big shit-eating grin on his face. He is thinking about all that his new found wealth can buy...pictures of him cruising in a new 'vette with a babe in the passenger seat pop into his imagination. For some reason, the site comes up "no page to display." Slightly concerned, our intrepid gambler calls their 1800 number. However, the number he dialed says: "the 1800 number you have dialed is no longer in use..." Thinking he was mistaken, he dials again. And again. Until he starts getting frantic and screams in agony! Ultimately he flips out, throwing the phone against the wall smashing it into bits, and then clutches his chest and promptly keels over. A heart attack.
Cut to next scene. Paramedics are kneeling over him rubbing paddles of an electric shock heartstimulator. "One...two...three... clear!" Boom! They shock him and his still body lifts into the air. They repeat it again. And again. The third time, it works! Our guy lets out a sigh of relief and grabs the paramedic by the collar and whispers "thanks buddy, what did you just give me?" The paramedic shrugs and points. Camera pans to a close up of inscriptions on the electric shock paddles: "THE PRESCRIPTION.COM." (or THERX.COM).
BHB Commerical:
Tie in. Our hero is at it again. This time, he is glued in front of TV with a rat pack of gambling buddies. They are all watching the final four. Everybody is hanging on a three-point buzzer beater. The shot is up...and its good! Our hero goes berzerk, along with his buddies. Everybody is high fiving and talking smack. They just hit the big one and are partying like its 1999.
Cut to next scene. Our hero is logging into the net again. This time, he is logging onto Beverlyhillsbookie.com. The camera zooms to a close up as he logs in. The site is lightning-quick and our hero is all smiles. He checks his monster balance and splits a huge ear to ear grin. He decides to phone in to 1800-70-90210 (camera pans to closeup of his dialing) for a payout request. No problems there. Customer service gives him a quick check of his balance and asks him "how he wants it." "Cash," he says, "with pleasure" the clerk responds.
Cut to next scene. Our guy has just hung up the phone when the doorbell rings. Curious, he opens the door and is stunned to see a limo has pulled up to the curb! His mouth drops as Shannen Doherty and Jennie Garth (or celebrity lookalikes)of "Beverly Hills 90210" fame step out wearing slinky, shinny dresses and carrying wads of cash. As our guy oogles, they come up to him and plunk the stacks of cash in his hands. Turning to the camera, smiling, they wink and say: "Beverliehillsbook.com. We pay. Fast!" (or whatever the new corporate slogan will be).
[This message was edited by ppeter on June 25, 2003 at 03:19 AM.]
Camera pans to to a desperate looking young man in wrinked clothes...obviously a sports gambler, sitting in front of his t.v. He is sweating a game-ending 45-yard field goal as if his life depended on it. The kick is up...and it is good! The guy runs around like a crazed maniac. Obviously he just hit a big parlay that changed his life for the better.
Cut to next scene. After relaxing, the same guy is sitting in his recliner with a martini in hand trying to login an offshore net site with a big shit-eating grin on his face. He is thinking about all that his new found wealth can buy...pictures of him cruising in a new 'vette with a babe in the passenger seat pop into his imagination. For some reason, the site comes up "no page to display." Slightly concerned, our intrepid gambler calls their 1800 number. However, the number he dialed says: "the 1800 number you have dialed is no longer in use..." Thinking he was mistaken, he dials again. And again. Until he starts getting frantic and screams in agony! Ultimately he flips out, throwing the phone against the wall smashing it into bits, and then clutches his chest and promptly keels over. A heart attack.
Cut to next scene. Paramedics are kneeling over him rubbing paddles of an electric shock heartstimulator. "One...two...three... clear!" Boom! They shock him and his still body lifts into the air. They repeat it again. And again. The third time, it works! Our guy lets out a sigh of relief and grabs the paramedic by the collar and whispers "thanks buddy, what did you just give me?" The paramedic shrugs and points. Camera pans to a close up of inscriptions on the electric shock paddles: "THE PRESCRIPTION.COM." (or THERX.COM).
BHB Commerical:
Tie in. Our hero is at it again. This time, he is glued in front of TV with a rat pack of gambling buddies. They are all watching the final four. Everybody is hanging on a three-point buzzer beater. The shot is up...and its good! Our hero goes berzerk, along with his buddies. Everybody is high fiving and talking smack. They just hit the big one and are partying like its 1999.
Cut to next scene. Our hero is logging into the net again. This time, he is logging onto Beverlyhillsbookie.com. The camera zooms to a close up as he logs in. The site is lightning-quick and our hero is all smiles. He checks his monster balance and splits a huge ear to ear grin. He decides to phone in to 1800-70-90210 (camera pans to closeup of his dialing) for a payout request. No problems there. Customer service gives him a quick check of his balance and asks him "how he wants it." "Cash," he says, "with pleasure" the clerk responds.
Cut to next scene. Our guy has just hung up the phone when the doorbell rings. Curious, he opens the door and is stunned to see a limo has pulled up to the curb! His mouth drops as Shannen Doherty and Jennie Garth (or celebrity lookalikes)of "Beverly Hills 90210" fame step out wearing slinky, shinny dresses and carrying wads of cash. As our guy oogles, they come up to him and plunk the stacks of cash in his hands. Turning to the camera, smiling, they wink and say: "Beverliehillsbook.com. We pay. Fast!" (or whatever the new corporate slogan will be).
[This message was edited by ppeter on June 25, 2003 at 03:19 AM.]
How about something very simple...lol
just have somebody dresed in a military outfit with "MW" on the back messing around on his computer. Camera pans around behind him and up over his shoulder to show he is looking at "THE RX" website in big bold letters.
He turns toward the camera and kind of cracks a sheepish grin and the at the bottom of the screen it says....'The RX...All the rest know we're the best"
just have somebody dresed in a military outfit with "MW" on the back messing around on his computer. Camera pans around behind him and up over his shoulder to show he is looking at "THE RX" website in big bold letters.
He turns toward the camera and kind of cracks a sheepish grin and the at the bottom of the screen it says....'The RX...All the rest know we're the best"
Rx:"The Prescription: The right medicine for offshore sports betting."
Rx:"The Prescription: 9 out of 10 sports bettors reccomend it. The 10th guy is an idiot."
Rx:"The Prescription: It 'fills' your offshore betting information needs."
Rx:"The Prescription: Not your average over-the-counter medicine for the offshore industry."
If some of these were already used I apologize. I didn't have time to read through 7 pages. Besides I am looking for a trip to Vegas.
Rx:"The Prescription: 9 out of 10 sports bettors reccomend it. The 10th guy is an idiot."
Rx:"The Prescription: It 'fills' your offshore betting information needs."
Rx:"The Prescription: Not your average over-the-counter medicine for the offshore industry."
If some of these were already used I apologize. I didn't have time to read through 7 pages. Besides I am looking for a trip to Vegas.
