Post by lanceerickson on Feb 17, 2007 2:04:45 GMT -6
Early in the morning, Lance Erickson struts into the Ameristar Casino sporting a pair of loud and tacky gym shorts and a red tank top with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. While wading through the crowd of gamblers, he looks around at the many different types of people that are busy losing and winning money while getting drunk. Lance smirks at some of the people as he walks by with a mission on his mind.
After about fifteen minutes of wandering around, asking people, and getting redirected about ten times, Lance Erickson finally makes his way to the bookie's booth for sporting events. A small line is in front of him so he takes a look at the the boards. Altough pretty much devoid, POW is on the boards complete with odds. Studying the boards, Lance notices that Macros is the odds on favorite to win with a payout of only 2:1. Big Ci, in the middle is slated with odds of 15:1 and Lance Erickson finds himself to be the spot on favorite to lose. A gentleman at the front puts 50 dollars on Macros. Finally, after about ten mintues, Lance finds himself at the front of the line.
Female Bookie: Can I help you sir?
Lance Erickson: Is the betting open for First Rights yet?
Female Bookie: Yes, sir. Now what can I do for you?
Lance Erickson: Well, I'd like to put $1000 on Lance Erickson.
Female Bookie: Not a problem, sir. But you do realize that Lance Erickson is 50:1 right? The chances of him winning and therefore you winning is really low. That's a lot of money to put on a slim chance.
Lance Erickson: Honestly, the reason that everybody says I'll lose is because I don't have any experience. I plan on surprising all of my detractors and making a bit of extra cash on the side.
Female Bookie: You're...him? Lance Erickson?
Lance Erickson: In the flesh. I would tell you to count the abs, but I'd probably get kicked out for being shirtless. Besides, you're probably going to bet against me just like everybody else.
The bookie blushes and looks down at the floor while twiddling her fingers. A guy in the back of the line shouts forward to hurry it up. Lance looks back at the guy, smiles, and plops a wad of cash on the counter. The bookie prints up his claim ticket and hands it to him.
Lance Erickson: When I win, I'm coming back here to take you to dinner. But I regrettably do actually have to go train for the match. The fact that I haven't heard anything from either of those two means that they're busy working hard to prepare.
Lance Erickson rolls out of the bookie's booth and pops his claim ticket in his wallet. Just as Erickson exits the casino, he runs into Greg Kilgreen who is entering the casino.
Greg Kilgreen: Lance! What're you doing here?
Lance Erickson: Oh, just a bit of gambling. You?
Greg Kilgreen: Well, we do work here. In the casino. So what? Were you hitting the slots?
Lance Erickson: No, I placed a bet on myself. I'm getting great odds so I couldn't pass it up. I wanted to get it in before I hit the gym today. After all, I am going to need to be in top form to beat these two guys. There's no way I'm going to squander this opportunity at the Valor Championship.
Greg Kilgreen: Nice, good to see you're hard at work. That's sure to make somebody happy. I'd love to go into a full interview, but I have other stuff to do. Give me a call, we'll set one up.
Lance Erickson: Will do, but now I need to go work up a sweat. Best part of my day ya know.
Lance bids Greg adieu and heads out to his car.
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After about fifteen minutes of wandering around, asking people, and getting redirected about ten times, Lance Erickson finally makes his way to the bookie's booth for sporting events. A small line is in front of him so he takes a look at the the boards. Altough pretty much devoid, POW is on the boards complete with odds. Studying the boards, Lance notices that Macros is the odds on favorite to win with a payout of only 2:1. Big Ci, in the middle is slated with odds of 15:1 and Lance Erickson finds himself to be the spot on favorite to lose. A gentleman at the front puts 50 dollars on Macros. Finally, after about ten mintues, Lance finds himself at the front of the line.
Female Bookie: Can I help you sir?
Lance Erickson: Is the betting open for First Rights yet?
Female Bookie: Yes, sir. Now what can I do for you?
Lance Erickson: Well, I'd like to put $1000 on Lance Erickson.
Female Bookie: Not a problem, sir. But you do realize that Lance Erickson is 50:1 right? The chances of him winning and therefore you winning is really low. That's a lot of money to put on a slim chance.
Lance Erickson: Honestly, the reason that everybody says I'll lose is because I don't have any experience. I plan on surprising all of my detractors and making a bit of extra cash on the side.
Female Bookie: You're...him? Lance Erickson?
Lance Erickson: In the flesh. I would tell you to count the abs, but I'd probably get kicked out for being shirtless. Besides, you're probably going to bet against me just like everybody else.
The bookie blushes and looks down at the floor while twiddling her fingers. A guy in the back of the line shouts forward to hurry it up. Lance looks back at the guy, smiles, and plops a wad of cash on the counter. The bookie prints up his claim ticket and hands it to him.
Lance Erickson: When I win, I'm coming back here to take you to dinner. But I regrettably do actually have to go train for the match. The fact that I haven't heard anything from either of those two means that they're busy working hard to prepare.
Lance Erickson rolls out of the bookie's booth and pops his claim ticket in his wallet. Just as Erickson exits the casino, he runs into Greg Kilgreen who is entering the casino.
Greg Kilgreen: Lance! What're you doing here?
Lance Erickson: Oh, just a bit of gambling. You?
Greg Kilgreen: Well, we do work here. In the casino. So what? Were you hitting the slots?
Lance Erickson: No, I placed a bet on myself. I'm getting great odds so I couldn't pass it up. I wanted to get it in before I hit the gym today. After all, I am going to need to be in top form to beat these two guys. There's no way I'm going to squander this opportunity at the Valor Championship.
Greg Kilgreen: Nice, good to see you're hard at work. That's sure to make somebody happy. I'd love to go into a full interview, but I have other stuff to do. Give me a call, we'll set one up.
Lance Erickson: Will do, but now I need to go work up a sweat. Best part of my day ya know.
Lance bids Greg adieu and heads out to his car.
-fade out-