Post by Lance Erikson on Nov 10, 2007 10:36:08 GMT -5
The scene opens up with Lance Erikson stumbling into the Boston Harbor hotel with his small suitcase and trenchcoat at about 9 o'clock at night. He reaches up and rubs his eyes behind his sleek sunglasses. He glances behind at the door, waiting for Holly. Finally, after a couple of minutes, she comes tumbling into the hotel with an amount of bags, suitcases, and whatnot that rival a small army. Lance helps her to her feet and then turns tail and heads to the check in desk, leaving her stranded among a sea of suitcases.
Holly: Aren't you going to help me with these babe?
Lance stops short and peers over his sunglasses at her with a smirk.
Lance: I don't think so. You packed all that shit. YOU get to carry it.
Lance turns back around and continues to the desk where a greasy looking concierge with a suspicious smile is waiting to greet them.
Concierge: Welcome to the Boston Harbor Hotel sir! Can I help you?
Lance: (Pulling out a sheet of paper) Yeah, I made a reservation earlier today. The name is Lance Erikson.
The Concierge takes the piece of paper from Lance and looks over it before clicking away at the computer. After a few minutes, Lance starts to look irritated before the Concierge mentions finally stops working with the computer.
Concierge: I'm sorry sir, there's been a bit of a problem. We don't have the suite you asked for available any more.
Lance raises an eyebrow while considering his words.
Lance: Uh huh. And that little piece of paper you have in front of you says I reserved the room. That means it wasn't going to be used for the next couple of days by anyone but myself.
Concierge: Well, you did make the reservation online. They don't show up in the computer right away. It's possible one of our employees rented it out while the reservation was still on hold. Now, what I can do for you sir...
Lance: No, here's what you can do. You can give me the key to MY room so I can go up there and kick whoever is up there's ass and throw him out the door.
Concierge: I'm afraid I can't do that sir. What I was going to say before you interrupted me was that I can offer you a slightly smaller room at less cost than what we normally charge people. For any inconvenience of course.
Lance lets out a long sigh of annoyance and irritation that can only be caused by a small fly or mosquito.
Lance: By less cost you mean free of course.
Concierge: I'm sorry sir, I can't...
Lance: Yes you can, and here's why. I'm at the point where I'm about to remove from your fancy little desk and flatten you to the floor. And then you're going to have to explain to your boss why you can't come into work for the next month because you're in traction and eating through a straw. So let's try this one more time. You meant free of course?
Concierge: Y-y-y-y-yes sir. Everything excpet for the mini bar. I can't do that. And before you hit me, I'm not allowed to.
Lance looks over at the man for a second before letting a "Good to know." slip through his lips. The Concierge claps his hands and a bellhop while Lance tips the desk jockey 50 bucks for his 'service' to the greater good. The bellhop loads the bags onto the giant cart and escorts them up to their rooms. Finally when they get there and the bags are unloaded, Lance pulls out another 50. Before the bellhop can grab it, Lance pulls it back.
Lance: Whoa, hold on a second there. I want to ask you something first. What restaurants are around here. We're hungry and we don't want to go anywhere fancy.
Bellhop: Uh, let me think. There's an Old Chicago down the street a couple of blocks. It's close and it's not fancy.
Lance: (Handing the bill to the bellhop) Alright babe, let's go, I'm hungry and you were complaining about it while we were landing.
*The scene cuts out*
The scene cuts back in with them sitting at Old Chicago. Lance's coat is sitting next to him and it's revealed that he's wearing a tight fitting dark red polo shirt and a pair of black jeans. Lance has a Johnny Walker on the rocks sitting in front of him and Holly is busy downing a beer. He leans back, adjusting his shades while Holly orders another brew.
Lance: So who the hell is this Dan Williams and why's he so important that I had to fly out today?
Holly: I don't know. Looks like he's one of those guys the fans like. I don't know why, he's got the charisma of a stump and he thinks he's a damn comedian.
Lance: Ah, so he's a small guy who spends most of his time jumping around?
Holly: Sounds like it.
Holly whips out her phone and clicks around on the net for a few minutes. After quite a bit of time, she starts giggling.
Holly: Get this. I found a picture of him doing a Vertebreaker.
Lance: He's expecting to get the win with that? Hell, that fairy won't even come close to getting my feet off the ground. What's he got left then? His acrobatics? All I can say is good luck because I don't go down easy and it would be a mistake to jump at me unless he wants a very painful finish on his back.
Holly: Then he's left with the mat.
Lance: I'm telling you, there's nobody in this business that can out wrestle me, and I know ways to inflict so much pain, he'd be wishing he was dead. I'm not going to go for a pin. I'm here to make an impact and win. That little punk is going to tap and my place as a main eventer and future champion is going to be cemented.
*The scene cuts out as the food arrives and they start chowing down.*
Holly: Aren't you going to help me with these babe?
Lance stops short and peers over his sunglasses at her with a smirk.
Lance: I don't think so. You packed all that shit. YOU get to carry it.
Lance turns back around and continues to the desk where a greasy looking concierge with a suspicious smile is waiting to greet them.
Concierge: Welcome to the Boston Harbor Hotel sir! Can I help you?
Lance: (Pulling out a sheet of paper) Yeah, I made a reservation earlier today. The name is Lance Erikson.
The Concierge takes the piece of paper from Lance and looks over it before clicking away at the computer. After a few minutes, Lance starts to look irritated before the Concierge mentions finally stops working with the computer.
Concierge: I'm sorry sir, there's been a bit of a problem. We don't have the suite you asked for available any more.
Lance raises an eyebrow while considering his words.
Lance: Uh huh. And that little piece of paper you have in front of you says I reserved the room. That means it wasn't going to be used for the next couple of days by anyone but myself.
Concierge: Well, you did make the reservation online. They don't show up in the computer right away. It's possible one of our employees rented it out while the reservation was still on hold. Now, what I can do for you sir...
Lance: No, here's what you can do. You can give me the key to MY room so I can go up there and kick whoever is up there's ass and throw him out the door.
Concierge: I'm afraid I can't do that sir. What I was going to say before you interrupted me was that I can offer you a slightly smaller room at less cost than what we normally charge people. For any inconvenience of course.
Lance lets out a long sigh of annoyance and irritation that can only be caused by a small fly or mosquito.
Lance: By less cost you mean free of course.
Concierge: I'm sorry sir, I can't...
Lance: Yes you can, and here's why. I'm at the point where I'm about to remove from your fancy little desk and flatten you to the floor. And then you're going to have to explain to your boss why you can't come into work for the next month because you're in traction and eating through a straw. So let's try this one more time. You meant free of course?
Concierge: Y-y-y-y-yes sir. Everything excpet for the mini bar. I can't do that. And before you hit me, I'm not allowed to.
Lance looks over at the man for a second before letting a "Good to know." slip through his lips. The Concierge claps his hands and a bellhop while Lance tips the desk jockey 50 bucks for his 'service' to the greater good. The bellhop loads the bags onto the giant cart and escorts them up to their rooms. Finally when they get there and the bags are unloaded, Lance pulls out another 50. Before the bellhop can grab it, Lance pulls it back.
Lance: Whoa, hold on a second there. I want to ask you something first. What restaurants are around here. We're hungry and we don't want to go anywhere fancy.
Bellhop: Uh, let me think. There's an Old Chicago down the street a couple of blocks. It's close and it's not fancy.
Lance: (Handing the bill to the bellhop) Alright babe, let's go, I'm hungry and you were complaining about it while we were landing.
*The scene cuts out*
The scene cuts back in with them sitting at Old Chicago. Lance's coat is sitting next to him and it's revealed that he's wearing a tight fitting dark red polo shirt and a pair of black jeans. Lance has a Johnny Walker on the rocks sitting in front of him and Holly is busy downing a beer. He leans back, adjusting his shades while Holly orders another brew.
Lance: So who the hell is this Dan Williams and why's he so important that I had to fly out today?
Holly: I don't know. Looks like he's one of those guys the fans like. I don't know why, he's got the charisma of a stump and he thinks he's a damn comedian.
Lance: Ah, so he's a small guy who spends most of his time jumping around?
Holly: Sounds like it.
Holly whips out her phone and clicks around on the net for a few minutes. After quite a bit of time, she starts giggling.
Holly: Get this. I found a picture of him doing a Vertebreaker.
Lance: He's expecting to get the win with that? Hell, that fairy won't even come close to getting my feet off the ground. What's he got left then? His acrobatics? All I can say is good luck because I don't go down easy and it would be a mistake to jump at me unless he wants a very painful finish on his back.
Holly: Then he's left with the mat.
Lance: I'm telling you, there's nobody in this business that can out wrestle me, and I know ways to inflict so much pain, he'd be wishing he was dead. I'm not going to go for a pin. I'm here to make an impact and win. That little punk is going to tap and my place as a main eventer and future champion is going to be cemented.
*The scene cuts out as the food arrives and they start chowing down.*
