Post by lanceerickson on Mar 20, 2007 0:19:28 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance Erickson standing in line at an airport when Greg Kilgreen comes rushing up to him. Greg Kilgreen skids up to Lance Erickson, panting and out of breath.
Lance Erickson: You're late, my plane leaves in a hour.
Greg Kilgreen: Sorry about that, I got stuck in traffic. Anyway, you still up to say a few things?
Lance Erickson: Yeah sure, people are getting through security pretty quick here, I can spare a few minutes.
Lance Erickson and Greg Kilgreen head over to the "Red Eye" pub at the airport where a few scraggly looking men are sitting, nursing their beers. Lance Erickson looks at Greg Kilgreen who shakes his head, and then turns to the barkeep and orders an Incredible Hulk. Lance sits down at a table with Greg Kilgreen and sips on his green concoction. Greg Kilgreen pulls out a tape recorder and sets it down on the table, hitting "record" in the process.
Greg Kilgreen: Again, sorry about that. I just heard you were leaving and I wanted to get your thoughts on what David DeAngelo said earlier today.
Lance Erickson: Well, I'd probably have some thoughts if I knew what he said. I didn't get a chance to hear or watch anything.
Greg Kilgreen: It's not that hard to describe. He was in his David's Devils, chatting it up with some lady from PWI...then he...
Lance Erickson: What?? Wait, wait, wait...awww, I'm flattered. I got an article written about me in PWI, and now David has to have one too. That's kind of cute actually. But they approaches ME to do the article. I'll bet just about anything he had something to with PWI talking to him.
Greg Kilgreen: That's kind of funny, because that's what he had to say about you and your choice of underwear.
Lance Erickson: Let me clarify on this one. You, David, and the entire rest of the world know what my style is and how I like to dress. A thong is not entirely out of the question. I just didn't know where to get stuff like that, and then I saw him in his wonderful zebra speedo and wanted to know where he got it. He never answered me, so I just did some of my own research. But whatever he needs to think to sleep at night.
Greg Kilgreen: And the rest of what he said about you wanting to be him?
Lance Erickson: I think he's just covering for the fact that he's trying to be like me. Look at how everything's gone so far. I spout out my stuff about respect, then he comes back with the same. Even though I was honest and he wasn't, that's beside the point. All he can ever seem to do is talk about the Four Horsemen of old, saying that he could show how it was done with those men in their time. I think he wants to join up, but we don't have room for him, and I really don't think he'd be a 'fit'.
DeAngelo can't seem to get it through the moustache that we're not the same as those old guys. We want to be the most powerful and dominating group of men in POW, but we're gonna do it our own way dammit. So whatever, we won't take you in David, sorry, but you're gonna have to start your own group if that's what you want. And lastly, I got a nice little spot in Pro Wrestling Illustrated, and what does he go and do? He gets a girl from PWI to come down and chat with him, ripping on me because of all that jealousy. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps with her just so he can get an article in the magazine over somebody who deserves it more.
Lance Erickson slams the last of drink and snaps his fingers for the bartender to bring another. Greg Kilgreen looks at the triple Incredible Huld that the bartender brings Lance with wide eyes.
Lance Erickson: What? Oh, this? Well, I like these and I really don't like flying. You do the math.
Greg Kilgreen: Anyway, back to your two cents. David mentioned the fact that you must've missed him, 'cause you mentioned his ONE TV spot in the last two weeks...
Lance Erickson: (Laughs hard) Oh yeah, I definently missed him. It's nice to see a guy who has worse style than me. But he likes it, I'm not gonna rip on the pornstar look. But I did miss having somebody to verbally bitch slap for awhile.
Greg Kilgreen: Now, David was last seen speeding off to the airport, do you think you two might accidentally meet up here?
Lance Erickson: Why was he coming here?
Greg Kilgreen: Oh, Somebody close to him died I guess.
Lance Erickson: Nah, the chances of that are slim, he's probably already long gone to offer his condolences, even if they're fake.
Greg Kilgreen: How do you think this death is going to affect the match?
Lance Erickson: I hope it'll make David wrestle harder. If he is truly sad, then he'll be all teary and dedicate the match to his friend. Which is fine by me, I want him to tap out when he's wrestling at his best. And this is a reason for Double D to show me all he's got and more.
Greg Kilgreen: And what about you?
Lance Erickson: Oh, I'm going home for a day. I haven't seen my parents in awhile.
Greg Kilgreen: I mean about the match.
Lance Erickson: OH, that, yeah. I'm not going to hold back on Davey. If he's going to step into that ring, he knows that he needs to be at 100%. He knows what it means to be in a match of this calibre. When his music hits, he had better forget about his friend and worry about himself. He'll have time to mourn before and after the match, but if he shows weakness, I'm going to take advantage and he's going to get hurt badly. I'm a pretty nice guy most of the time, but DeAngelo kind of...really annoys me. All I ask is that he remember the name of the inconsistent worker who makes him tap out at All In. On that note, I need to catch my flight.
Lance Erickson polishes off his drink and then slaps a fifty on the bartop. He tells the bartender to keep the change and grabs his bag before heading off to airport security, hoping not to be probed.
*Fade Out*
Lance Erickson: You're late, my plane leaves in a hour.
Greg Kilgreen: Sorry about that, I got stuck in traffic. Anyway, you still up to say a few things?
Lance Erickson: Yeah sure, people are getting through security pretty quick here, I can spare a few minutes.
Lance Erickson and Greg Kilgreen head over to the "Red Eye" pub at the airport where a few scraggly looking men are sitting, nursing their beers. Lance Erickson looks at Greg Kilgreen who shakes his head, and then turns to the barkeep and orders an Incredible Hulk. Lance sits down at a table with Greg Kilgreen and sips on his green concoction. Greg Kilgreen pulls out a tape recorder and sets it down on the table, hitting "record" in the process.
Greg Kilgreen: Again, sorry about that. I just heard you were leaving and I wanted to get your thoughts on what David DeAngelo said earlier today.
Lance Erickson: Well, I'd probably have some thoughts if I knew what he said. I didn't get a chance to hear or watch anything.
Greg Kilgreen: It's not that hard to describe. He was in his David's Devils, chatting it up with some lady from PWI...then he...
Lance Erickson: What?? Wait, wait, wait...awww, I'm flattered. I got an article written about me in PWI, and now David has to have one too. That's kind of cute actually. But they approaches ME to do the article. I'll bet just about anything he had something to with PWI talking to him.
Greg Kilgreen: That's kind of funny, because that's what he had to say about you and your choice of underwear.
Lance Erickson: Let me clarify on this one. You, David, and the entire rest of the world know what my style is and how I like to dress. A thong is not entirely out of the question. I just didn't know where to get stuff like that, and then I saw him in his wonderful zebra speedo and wanted to know where he got it. He never answered me, so I just did some of my own research. But whatever he needs to think to sleep at night.
Greg Kilgreen: And the rest of what he said about you wanting to be him?
Lance Erickson: I think he's just covering for the fact that he's trying to be like me. Look at how everything's gone so far. I spout out my stuff about respect, then he comes back with the same. Even though I was honest and he wasn't, that's beside the point. All he can ever seem to do is talk about the Four Horsemen of old, saying that he could show how it was done with those men in their time. I think he wants to join up, but we don't have room for him, and I really don't think he'd be a 'fit'.
DeAngelo can't seem to get it through the moustache that we're not the same as those old guys. We want to be the most powerful and dominating group of men in POW, but we're gonna do it our own way dammit. So whatever, we won't take you in David, sorry, but you're gonna have to start your own group if that's what you want. And lastly, I got a nice little spot in Pro Wrestling Illustrated, and what does he go and do? He gets a girl from PWI to come down and chat with him, ripping on me because of all that jealousy. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps with her just so he can get an article in the magazine over somebody who deserves it more.
Lance Erickson slams the last of drink and snaps his fingers for the bartender to bring another. Greg Kilgreen looks at the triple Incredible Huld that the bartender brings Lance with wide eyes.
Lance Erickson: What? Oh, this? Well, I like these and I really don't like flying. You do the math.
Greg Kilgreen: Anyway, back to your two cents. David mentioned the fact that you must've missed him, 'cause you mentioned his ONE TV spot in the last two weeks...
Lance Erickson: (Laughs hard) Oh yeah, I definently missed him. It's nice to see a guy who has worse style than me. But he likes it, I'm not gonna rip on the pornstar look. But I did miss having somebody to verbally bitch slap for awhile.
Greg Kilgreen: Now, David was last seen speeding off to the airport, do you think you two might accidentally meet up here?
Lance Erickson: Why was he coming here?
Greg Kilgreen: Oh, Somebody close to him died I guess.
Lance Erickson: Nah, the chances of that are slim, he's probably already long gone to offer his condolences, even if they're fake.
Greg Kilgreen: How do you think this death is going to affect the match?
Lance Erickson: I hope it'll make David wrestle harder. If he is truly sad, then he'll be all teary and dedicate the match to his friend. Which is fine by me, I want him to tap out when he's wrestling at his best. And this is a reason for Double D to show me all he's got and more.
Greg Kilgreen: And what about you?
Lance Erickson: Oh, I'm going home for a day. I haven't seen my parents in awhile.
Greg Kilgreen: I mean about the match.
Lance Erickson: OH, that, yeah. I'm not going to hold back on Davey. If he's going to step into that ring, he knows that he needs to be at 100%. He knows what it means to be in a match of this calibre. When his music hits, he had better forget about his friend and worry about himself. He'll have time to mourn before and after the match, but if he shows weakness, I'm going to take advantage and he's going to get hurt badly. I'm a pretty nice guy most of the time, but DeAngelo kind of...really annoys me. All I ask is that he remember the name of the inconsistent worker who makes him tap out at All In. On that note, I need to catch my flight.
Lance Erickson polishes off his drink and then slaps a fifty on the bartop. He tells the bartender to keep the change and grabs his bag before heading off to airport security, hoping not to be probed.
*Fade Out*