Post by lanceerickson on Mar 12, 2007 10:56:46 GMT -6
Lance Erickson walks into the Ameristar Casino wearing his new "suit". He heads over to the POW offices stationed in the back. Passing by various staff of the casino and POW, Lance walks with pride in his appearance, moving with a swagger of kings. Lance walks right past the boss's office and to an unmarked room at the end of a dark hallway. He opens the door and enters a lit up training room.
Voice: (Yelling) LANCE!!! What the HELL are you wearing?
Lance Erickson sees POW Trainer James Gagne sitting over in a corner of a training ring. James Gagne hops down from the turnbuckle and approaches Lance after exiting the ring. He stops just short of Lance, completely dwarfing our pillar of masculinity.
James Gagne: What the hell is that deplorable conglomeration of cloth doing on your body?
Lance Erickson: It's my suit. I don't want to wear one of the restricting kind, so I had this one made.
James Gagne: You haven't changed at all have you? You're still a lazy bum. I can't believe you've been here in POW for a month and haven't contacted me yet...
Lance Erickson: Yeah yeah yeah, I know. I just wanted to get a bit of time here in POW without help from anyone.
James Gagne: Yeah? What made you decide now was the time to come say hey?
Lance Erickson: Well, I'm only rocking a 50% average. With this shot at the TV Title in my future, I need to get better. That's why I'm here.
James Gagne: Well, we can't do anything with you dressed like a hippie chimpanzee dropout. Go change over there.
James points over to the corner where there's an improvised changing room in the form of a curtain. Lance disappears behind it and comes out, wearing a pair of track shorts, wrestling shoes, and a man's halter top that says "TV Personality". James Gagne buries his face in his hands as Lance vaults the ropes and starts stretching in the ring. James Gagne steps into the ring over the ropes.
James Gagne: Lance, listen up. You're bigger now than when I trained you back in Portland. I guess you want to be a big freak like me!
Lance Erickson: Not at all. I'm at the point where I can't get any bigger without losing speed. I just wanted to be as strong and as fast as possible.
James Gagne: And yet...you lost to that playboy the other night...
Lance Erickson: Yeah, and you saw why.
James Gagne: Not very manly of you, to get knocked out by a high heel.
Lance Erickson: Yeah, shut up. Anyway, I've been doing some research on my other opponent, Danny Danielson. He's the reason I'm here. This guy knows his stuff. You're the reason I'm here in POW. You're the one who trained me after College to wrestle in the pros. Let's get back to the basics.
James Gagne: Right, let's get to it. Let's see, your style...(thinking)...you're technical, Danielson and DeAngelo are technical guys...You can match both of them in that game. Let's work on your submissions. Let's see how you do when you're at a disadvantage on the ground.
James Gagne picks up Lance Erickson and slams him into the mat, landing on top of him, and pinning him into the ground. Lance struggles for a second and then pauses to think for a split second. He rotates his body quickly on the ground and then spins to face up. Lance throws a reverse guillotine onto Gagne. Gagne breaks free of the hold and returns to his feet.
James Gagne: Good, improvisation. That's a good start. And you can certainly back it up with skill. But...
James Gagne hooks his leg around Lance Erickson's leg, reaches down, and pulls Lance's other leg up with his arms and dropping to the mat. Gagne then stretches Lance's legs apart with all his might.
James Gagne: BANANA SPLIT!
Lance Erickson laughs for a second while Gagne looks at him stragely.
Lance Erickson: You already showed me this one in Portland, remember? I really don't like the pain, so I learned to do a split. This move doesn't hurt anymore.
James Gagne releases the hold and helps Lance back to his feet. The scene then cuts out.
******
The scene cuts back in a few hours later with Lance Erickson sitting in the corner, leaning up against one of the turnbuckles. James Gagne has resumed his position sitting atop one of the adjacent turnbuckles. Lance wipes some blood off that's caked onto his face and flings it off to the side after looking at it.
James Gagne: You think you're ready?
Lance Erickson: No, I'm never completely ready. I always have things to prepare for. But I think I'll be alright.
James Gagne: And you also have Shawn Stevens on your side too. But don't rely on him.
Lance Erickson stands up slowly and exits the ring.
Lance Erickson: (Looking back) Don't worry about it. You did more than your part. It was just good to see you again.
Lance Erickson opens the door to leave, but is stopped by James Gagne's voice shouting obscenities at him. Lance turns around and is hit square in the face with his "suit" while the scene fades to black.
Voice: (Yelling) LANCE!!! What the HELL are you wearing?
Lance Erickson sees POW Trainer James Gagne sitting over in a corner of a training ring. James Gagne hops down from the turnbuckle and approaches Lance after exiting the ring. He stops just short of Lance, completely dwarfing our pillar of masculinity.
James Gagne: What the hell is that deplorable conglomeration of cloth doing on your body?
Lance Erickson: It's my suit. I don't want to wear one of the restricting kind, so I had this one made.
James Gagne: You haven't changed at all have you? You're still a lazy bum. I can't believe you've been here in POW for a month and haven't contacted me yet...
Lance Erickson: Yeah yeah yeah, I know. I just wanted to get a bit of time here in POW without help from anyone.
James Gagne: Yeah? What made you decide now was the time to come say hey?
Lance Erickson: Well, I'm only rocking a 50% average. With this shot at the TV Title in my future, I need to get better. That's why I'm here.
James Gagne: Well, we can't do anything with you dressed like a hippie chimpanzee dropout. Go change over there.
James points over to the corner where there's an improvised changing room in the form of a curtain. Lance disappears behind it and comes out, wearing a pair of track shorts, wrestling shoes, and a man's halter top that says "TV Personality". James Gagne buries his face in his hands as Lance vaults the ropes and starts stretching in the ring. James Gagne steps into the ring over the ropes.
James Gagne: Lance, listen up. You're bigger now than when I trained you back in Portland. I guess you want to be a big freak like me!
Lance Erickson: Not at all. I'm at the point where I can't get any bigger without losing speed. I just wanted to be as strong and as fast as possible.
James Gagne: And yet...you lost to that playboy the other night...
Lance Erickson: Yeah, and you saw why.
James Gagne: Not very manly of you, to get knocked out by a high heel.
Lance Erickson: Yeah, shut up. Anyway, I've been doing some research on my other opponent, Danny Danielson. He's the reason I'm here. This guy knows his stuff. You're the reason I'm here in POW. You're the one who trained me after College to wrestle in the pros. Let's get back to the basics.
James Gagne: Right, let's get to it. Let's see, your style...(thinking)...you're technical, Danielson and DeAngelo are technical guys...You can match both of them in that game. Let's work on your submissions. Let's see how you do when you're at a disadvantage on the ground.
James Gagne picks up Lance Erickson and slams him into the mat, landing on top of him, and pinning him into the ground. Lance struggles for a second and then pauses to think for a split second. He rotates his body quickly on the ground and then spins to face up. Lance throws a reverse guillotine onto Gagne. Gagne breaks free of the hold and returns to his feet.
James Gagne: Good, improvisation. That's a good start. And you can certainly back it up with skill. But...
James Gagne hooks his leg around Lance Erickson's leg, reaches down, and pulls Lance's other leg up with his arms and dropping to the mat. Gagne then stretches Lance's legs apart with all his might.
James Gagne: BANANA SPLIT!
Lance Erickson laughs for a second while Gagne looks at him stragely.
Lance Erickson: You already showed me this one in Portland, remember? I really don't like the pain, so I learned to do a split. This move doesn't hurt anymore.
James Gagne releases the hold and helps Lance back to his feet. The scene then cuts out.
******
The scene cuts back in a few hours later with Lance Erickson sitting in the corner, leaning up against one of the turnbuckles. James Gagne has resumed his position sitting atop one of the adjacent turnbuckles. Lance wipes some blood off that's caked onto his face and flings it off to the side after looking at it.
James Gagne: You think you're ready?
Lance Erickson: No, I'm never completely ready. I always have things to prepare for. But I think I'll be alright.
James Gagne: And you also have Shawn Stevens on your side too. But don't rely on him.
Lance Erickson stands up slowly and exits the ring.
Lance Erickson: (Looking back) Don't worry about it. You did more than your part. It was just good to see you again.
Lance Erickson opens the door to leave, but is stopped by James Gagne's voice shouting obscenities at him. Lance turns around and is hit square in the face with his "suit" while the scene fades to black.