Post by Lance Erikson on Nov 18, 2007 2:14:07 GMT -5
The scene opens up with Lance Erikson working out in the gym of the premiere Hartford Mariott Hotel. He finishes up bench pressing the weight of a small car and downs a bottle of water before wiping of his brow. He looks over at Holly who's on the treadmill in a skintight sports bra and a pair of sweatpants, bouncing away at 8 miles an hour. Lance smirks and then grabs his bag and drags his stuff over to the rowing machine. Lance wipes the sweat off of his hands before grabbing onto the handles. He gets the machine going and starts going as hard as he can, getting his heart rate up.
Holly shuts off the treadmill and snags a chair next to the rowing maching Lance is on, letting the fan in the piece of equipment cool her off.
Holly: Come on, aren't you done yet? You've been working out for hours?
Lance: Nope. I work out to get stronger. If I'm gonna get stronger, I need to tire myself out. That takes awhile when you're THE specimen of physical ability. Besides, I found out I'm taking on two worthless idiots instead of one.
Holly: True, I guess you're...
All of a sudden, Holly is interrupted by a knock on the window/door to the gym. Lance stops his rowing and raises an eyebrow trying to see who it is. Outside, standing there and looking around with an airy look, is a man dressed in a pair of slacks and a polo shirt. He's seen holding a tape recorder and a small stack of index cards. Lance sighs and goes back to his rowing while Holly glances back at the man and sighs.
Lance: Who the hell is this jerkoff?
Holly: I can guess if you want.
Lance just shakes his head, not interrupting his workout. The man knocks again, this time a bit harder. Lance hazards a glance over, but continues his workout, ignoring the man. The man sees this and knocks one more time, hard enough that a deaf person would hear the knock. Lance gets a pissed look on his face and chucks the rowing bar across the gym, as far as the attached cord will allow.
Lance: (Shouting) WHAT?
The man timidly enters the room, staying as close to the door and away from the large man sitting on the machine giving the stare of death. He closes the door slowly before speaking.
Man: Sorry to bother you Mr. Erikson...
Lance: (Interrupting) Obviously not sorry enough.
Man: Again, I'm sorry. My name's Jake Green, I'm an interviewer from Take Down Wrestling. It's just I've been sent here to get an interview from you. The fans might like a peek into the mind of TDW's most hated man.
Lance: I don't have fans. Nor do I want them. Did the boss send you down here?
Jake: Yeah, again, I'm sorry, but it's my job.
Lance: Don't apologize to me. It does me the same amount of good as using tissue for toilet paper. My hand still gets covered in shit. Well, the man signs my paycheck. I can't really say no to him, can I?
Jake: Well, actually you can.
Lance: But it wouldn't be a good idea. Let's just get this over with.
Lance grabs his towel and drapes it over his shoulders after wiping off his chest and abs. He sits down across from Jake Green on a bench.
Jake: Well, Lance...can I call you Lance?
Lance: No.
Jake: Alright, Mr. Erikson. Well, now that you've had your first match in Take Down Wrestling, what do you think of the place?
Lance: Well, I can't really say too much about the talent in this company, if you can call them that. I beat Dan Williams without so much as a scratch on my person, and what I saw of the rest of the people here made me laugh. That belt is a good as mine.
Jake: Well, you can't deny that Dallas Duke and Mikester Simms showed some promise as contenders.
Lance: Yeah, I can deny it. I haven't been legitimately pinned in a long damn time and I've never tapped out. Can these guys say the same about their pathetic careers? I know for a fact that Dan Williams can't. I gave him an ass kicking that he won't be forgetting for quite awhile.
Jake: ...Alright. Well, what about the upcoming match you have coming?
Lance: The one against Mikester Simms and...Uh...who?
Jake: Falcon.
Lance: WHO??
Lance shakes his head as Holly takes a seat behind him on the bench and takes a swig out of her water bottle. She passes it over Lance's shoulder and Lance finishes it off.
Lance: Well, I guess I'll start with...(fruity inflection)...Falcon. Cause I don't know who the hell he is. I've never really heard of him. I've wrestled against the best and I've beaten the best. And I've never wrestled him. What does he even do?
Holly leans forward and whispers something into Lance's ear while draping her arm over his shoulder. Lance lets out a sigh of aggravation and drops his head.
Lance: A flyer. Great. That flashy flighty stuff is only good for one thing. Making an ass out of yourself.
Jake: And Mikester Simms?
Lance: What about him?
Jake: Well, he seems be looking forward to taking you on.
Lance smirks and leans back against Holly.
Lance: That's because he knows a great wrestler when he sees one. He may not learn what it's like to win a three way match, but he'll definitely learn what it's like to lose. He's focusing on me, but he's going to have to bust his ass to even stand a chance against me. Instead, what's he doing? He's out shooting some pool.
You know I do? Yeah, I drink, I shoot pool, and hell I'll even do some karaoke if I get a wild hair, but I don't take anybody for granted. I make sure I'm at the very top of my game going into any match. I don't leave any room for chance. I won't leave Simms the slightest opportunity to take advantage of me. Falcon and Simms need to buckle down and get their asses in gear.
Jake: I'm thinking he could probably pose a bit of a threat to you. He's got a nice ground game and he's got a good knowledge of submissions.
Lance lets out an honest to god true laugh at Jake Green's comment. Holly giggles slightly while Lance attempts to regain his composure.
Lance: Alright, you're funny and that makes you alright. We'll see on Tuesday how much water your theory doesn't hold. Anyway, this interview is done. You interrupted my workout. I'm going to get some food.
Lance and Holly stand up to leave when Jake gets up after them.
Jake: Hey, I still have some questions I haven't asked you.
Lance looks back over his shoulder, pausing in his stride while Holly leaves out the door.
Lance: I told you the interview was done. I said you were alright, but don't piss me off.
Lance leaves out the door, snagging his gym bag on the way out. The scene fades out.
*End RP*
Holly shuts off the treadmill and snags a chair next to the rowing maching Lance is on, letting the fan in the piece of equipment cool her off.
Holly: Come on, aren't you done yet? You've been working out for hours?
Lance: Nope. I work out to get stronger. If I'm gonna get stronger, I need to tire myself out. That takes awhile when you're THE specimen of physical ability. Besides, I found out I'm taking on two worthless idiots instead of one.
Holly: True, I guess you're...
All of a sudden, Holly is interrupted by a knock on the window/door to the gym. Lance stops his rowing and raises an eyebrow trying to see who it is. Outside, standing there and looking around with an airy look, is a man dressed in a pair of slacks and a polo shirt. He's seen holding a tape recorder and a small stack of index cards. Lance sighs and goes back to his rowing while Holly glances back at the man and sighs.
Lance: Who the hell is this jerkoff?
Holly: I can guess if you want.
Lance just shakes his head, not interrupting his workout. The man knocks again, this time a bit harder. Lance hazards a glance over, but continues his workout, ignoring the man. The man sees this and knocks one more time, hard enough that a deaf person would hear the knock. Lance gets a pissed look on his face and chucks the rowing bar across the gym, as far as the attached cord will allow.
Lance: (Shouting) WHAT?
The man timidly enters the room, staying as close to the door and away from the large man sitting on the machine giving the stare of death. He closes the door slowly before speaking.
Man: Sorry to bother you Mr. Erikson...
Lance: (Interrupting) Obviously not sorry enough.
Man: Again, I'm sorry. My name's Jake Green, I'm an interviewer from Take Down Wrestling. It's just I've been sent here to get an interview from you. The fans might like a peek into the mind of TDW's most hated man.
Lance: I don't have fans. Nor do I want them. Did the boss send you down here?
Jake: Yeah, again, I'm sorry, but it's my job.
Lance: Don't apologize to me. It does me the same amount of good as using tissue for toilet paper. My hand still gets covered in shit. Well, the man signs my paycheck. I can't really say no to him, can I?
Jake: Well, actually you can.
Lance: But it wouldn't be a good idea. Let's just get this over with.
Lance grabs his towel and drapes it over his shoulders after wiping off his chest and abs. He sits down across from Jake Green on a bench.
Jake: Well, Lance...can I call you Lance?
Lance: No.
Jake: Alright, Mr. Erikson. Well, now that you've had your first match in Take Down Wrestling, what do you think of the place?
Lance: Well, I can't really say too much about the talent in this company, if you can call them that. I beat Dan Williams without so much as a scratch on my person, and what I saw of the rest of the people here made me laugh. That belt is a good as mine.
Jake: Well, you can't deny that Dallas Duke and Mikester Simms showed some promise as contenders.
Lance: Yeah, I can deny it. I haven't been legitimately pinned in a long damn time and I've never tapped out. Can these guys say the same about their pathetic careers? I know for a fact that Dan Williams can't. I gave him an ass kicking that he won't be forgetting for quite awhile.
Jake: ...Alright. Well, what about the upcoming match you have coming?
Lance: The one against Mikester Simms and...Uh...who?
Jake: Falcon.
Lance: WHO??
Lance shakes his head as Holly takes a seat behind him on the bench and takes a swig out of her water bottle. She passes it over Lance's shoulder and Lance finishes it off.
Lance: Well, I guess I'll start with...(fruity inflection)...Falcon. Cause I don't know who the hell he is. I've never really heard of him. I've wrestled against the best and I've beaten the best. And I've never wrestled him. What does he even do?
Holly leans forward and whispers something into Lance's ear while draping her arm over his shoulder. Lance lets out a sigh of aggravation and drops his head.
Lance: A flyer. Great. That flashy flighty stuff is only good for one thing. Making an ass out of yourself.
Jake: And Mikester Simms?
Lance: What about him?
Jake: Well, he seems be looking forward to taking you on.
Lance smirks and leans back against Holly.
Lance: That's because he knows a great wrestler when he sees one. He may not learn what it's like to win a three way match, but he'll definitely learn what it's like to lose. He's focusing on me, but he's going to have to bust his ass to even stand a chance against me. Instead, what's he doing? He's out shooting some pool.
You know I do? Yeah, I drink, I shoot pool, and hell I'll even do some karaoke if I get a wild hair, but I don't take anybody for granted. I make sure I'm at the very top of my game going into any match. I don't leave any room for chance. I won't leave Simms the slightest opportunity to take advantage of me. Falcon and Simms need to buckle down and get their asses in gear.
Jake: I'm thinking he could probably pose a bit of a threat to you. He's got a nice ground game and he's got a good knowledge of submissions.
Lance lets out an honest to god true laugh at Jake Green's comment. Holly giggles slightly while Lance attempts to regain his composure.
Lance: Alright, you're funny and that makes you alright. We'll see on Tuesday how much water your theory doesn't hold. Anyway, this interview is done. You interrupted my workout. I'm going to get some food.
Lance and Holly stand up to leave when Jake gets up after them.
Jake: Hey, I still have some questions I haven't asked you.
Lance looks back over his shoulder, pausing in his stride while Holly leaves out the door.
Lance: I told you the interview was done. I said you were alright, but don't piss me off.
Lance leaves out the door, snagging his gym bag on the way out. The scene fades out.
*End RP*