Post by lanceerickson on Mar 19, 2007 13:22:06 GMT -6
The scene opens up wiht Lance Erickson relaxing in a hot tub after a workout with Big Ci. Big Ci sighs and leans back into the hot tub wall and closes his eyes. Lance Erickson lets out a satisfied groan from his soreness.
Big Ci: Oh man, I'm surprised you wanted a workout this close to St. Patricks Day. I gotta admit, you're pretty good at whatever it is you do. But why today? Why not tomorrow? I'm STILL feeling the other night.
Lance Erickson: Easy enough. I want to win. I guaranteed a submission, and I fully intend to achieve it. I don't know what's going through David's head, but POW cameras follow the wrestlers around all the time for a reason. The guy's shown his face once in the past two weeks. If that's the case, then he might be working on some super secret training regimen, but it doesn't matter. He's being a coward.
Big Ci: Bold accusation about the man who beat you a couple of weeks ago.
Lance Erickson: Yeah? Cause he took the coward's way out. Oh, and speaking of which. I have a favor to ask of you, man.
Big Ci: Name it.
Lance Erickson: This week's a No DQ right?
Big Ci: Yeah...
Lance Erickson: Well, I have a feeling that David's not going to bring just one woman to the ring...I think there'll be a whole army of sexy vixens at his disposal. If that's the case, could you keep them occupied for me? Cause I don't think I could handle a dogpile of chicks without losing.
Big Ci: How do you...?
Lance Erickson: I don't really care man. Read 'em a story, pull a gun, nail them to the wall (literally or figuratively, up to you) I just need them off my back. As long as that's the case, I don't care what you do.
Big Ci sits forward while Lane sinks down into the hot water even farther. A couple of bubbles issue from Lance's mouth while he exhales under the water.
Big Ci: Nod if you can hear me...(Lance nods)...Look man, I'll do my best to help out if you want me to, but this may be difficult if you're right. I don't know how many gals like that I'd be able to stop.
Lance Erickson: (Rising up from the water) Use your imagination, show them how to make a Gucci Bag or something. I'm leaving this one up to you, because I'm concentrating on Mr. Sexpot himself. I know you have your match against Pickles later in the night, so I don't want you to do anything stupid. You need to be in your top form too. Hell, it's the next match on the card. You'll have no rest time if you get hurt or something.
Big Ci: Okay don't worry about it. I'll think of someway to help if you're right and need it.
Lance Erickson smiles before getting out of the hot tub, wearing a purple leapard print thong. Big Ci backs away from the clothing apparatus until Lance gets his towel wrapped around his midsection. Big Ci gets out and follows Lance into the locker room where they get into their 'suits' before heading out to finish the rest of the days activities. Big Ci heads out mainly in search of some aspirin to quell his still pounding head.
Big Ci: Oh man, I'm surprised you wanted a workout this close to St. Patricks Day. I gotta admit, you're pretty good at whatever it is you do. But why today? Why not tomorrow? I'm STILL feeling the other night.
Lance Erickson: Easy enough. I want to win. I guaranteed a submission, and I fully intend to achieve it. I don't know what's going through David's head, but POW cameras follow the wrestlers around all the time for a reason. The guy's shown his face once in the past two weeks. If that's the case, then he might be working on some super secret training regimen, but it doesn't matter. He's being a coward.
Big Ci: Bold accusation about the man who beat you a couple of weeks ago.
Lance Erickson: Yeah? Cause he took the coward's way out. Oh, and speaking of which. I have a favor to ask of you, man.
Big Ci: Name it.
Lance Erickson: This week's a No DQ right?
Big Ci: Yeah...
Lance Erickson: Well, I have a feeling that David's not going to bring just one woman to the ring...I think there'll be a whole army of sexy vixens at his disposal. If that's the case, could you keep them occupied for me? Cause I don't think I could handle a dogpile of chicks without losing.
Big Ci: How do you...?
Lance Erickson: I don't really care man. Read 'em a story, pull a gun, nail them to the wall (literally or figuratively, up to you) I just need them off my back. As long as that's the case, I don't care what you do.
Big Ci sits forward while Lane sinks down into the hot water even farther. A couple of bubbles issue from Lance's mouth while he exhales under the water.
Big Ci: Nod if you can hear me...(Lance nods)...Look man, I'll do my best to help out if you want me to, but this may be difficult if you're right. I don't know how many gals like that I'd be able to stop.
Lance Erickson: (Rising up from the water) Use your imagination, show them how to make a Gucci Bag or something. I'm leaving this one up to you, because I'm concentrating on Mr. Sexpot himself. I know you have your match against Pickles later in the night, so I don't want you to do anything stupid. You need to be in your top form too. Hell, it's the next match on the card. You'll have no rest time if you get hurt or something.
Big Ci: Okay don't worry about it. I'll think of someway to help if you're right and need it.
Lance Erickson smiles before getting out of the hot tub, wearing a purple leapard print thong. Big Ci backs away from the clothing apparatus until Lance gets his towel wrapped around his midsection. Big Ci gets out and follows Lance into the locker room where they get into their 'suits' before heading out to finish the rest of the days activities. Big Ci heads out mainly in search of some aspirin to quell his still pounding head.