Post by lanceerickson on Feb 16, 2007 1:00:48 GMT -6
The day after his first victory, Lance Erickson stands uncomfortably at a podium dressed in a pair of slacks, polished shoes, a button down shirt and a blazing green tie with a fruity pattern. A couple of Kansas City news reporters are standing around, waiting for the rest of their peers to arrive to get the press conference started. Lance shifts his belt and shirt, trying desperately to find some comfort in the muddled mass of clothing he's wearing. He loosens his tie for a brief moment, but the conference promoter runs up and tightens and straightens the tie. Lance shoots the promoter a look of malice, but he can't do anything about it.
Finally, everybody shows up and finishes setting up their equipment. Many cameras and microphones are trained on him along with the eyes of everybody in the room. A few fans have also snuck in, but nobody seems to care. The conference promoter walks out and chats for a few with a couple of the reporters in the front row. She then shoots a signal to a couple of stage hands to wrap up with their final preparations. The conference promoter grabs a microphone and begins talking while Lance still tries to make sense out of his clothing.
Promoter: Ladies and Gentlemen of the press. Thank you all for coming out here today. It looks like we're all set up now. Lance Erickson of Power On Wrestling has kindly agreed to come out and answer any questions you all may have about the DVD Taping "First Rights" to be held on February 22, 2007. I'll now hand it over to Mr. Erickson.
Lance Erickson: Hiya. Now, uh, I don't really know how it goes, so I'm going to wing it. I guess I'll start with you (points to an attractive brunette).
Attractive Brunette Reporter: Mr. Erickson, I know that you've only had one match so far in your professional career but you're already in the running for the Valor Championship. How does that feel?
Lance Erickson: Please, all of you, call me Lance. I'm nowhere near mature enough to be called "Mr". About the running for the Valor Championship? I think it feels pretty damn good. I'm only a mere rookie, but I'm already heading up the ranks. I thought I'd be an opener for at least another month. By the time All In rolls around I look to be either headlining the shows in the main event or complimenting my wonderful waist with Valor gold...or both, who knows? Uh, over there (Lance points at another reporter).
Fat Bald Guy: Alright, Lance. Now, if my information is right, this is going to be a triangle match against Macros and Big Ci. Is my information correct in this?
Lance Erickson: Wow, a yes or no question. Yeah, this is a triangle match. Could you all give me a minute? I need to go do something.
Lance Erickson grabs his bag from under the podium and disappears to a back room for a couple of minutes. The reporters look at each other inquisitively as they hear a loud sigh of relief come from Lance's direction. He reappears a minute later with a look of relief on his face and sporting some new threads. He tosses the crumpled up clothes and shoes at the promoter and walks back up to the podium, wearing a skimpy tank top, a pair of ratty old shorts, and some beat up tennis shoes. He flashes a rogue grin and points to another reporter.
Young Man: I like the new clothes. In your first match, you wrestled with Macros. And now at First Rights you're going to be wrestling against Macros. What are your thoughts on this new situation?
Lance Erickson: (Looking down at his clothes, smiling) Hey, thanks. I had to get out of those things. I just couldn't stand how uncomfortable they were. Anyway, about Macros. We worked will together, but I'm kind of happy that I don't have to work with him this time. All I have to say is that he was kind of creepy. I've worked with some strange people in the past, and I'm no exception, but none of these people have had delusions of immortality and thought they were a Roman Warrior or something like that. Dreams are one thing, but delusions and voices are another. I guess the in-ring skill is all that really matters in this business. While he may be a talented striker, I can hold my own in that respect and there's no way he can match my ground skill. My collegiate background will be more than enough to deal with whatever he brings on the ground. My height, weight, and strength advantages nullify whatever he thinks he can do to me. It'll be a pretty even matchup I think. To my right.
Blonde Reporter: And Big Ci?
Lance Erickson: Huge frikkin guy. That about sums him up. My only question is why didn't he have a match last week? Why didn't Tito make him work? If the boss doesn't have enough confidence in the guy to make him a weekly regular then he doesn't belong in this match. About what I look for from him in the match? I look to stay out of his grasp because there's no way I'm as strong as him. If he gets hold of me I'm goo. I'll give him this though, he does have a bit of skill. I'll have to hope that I'm faster than him, but I don't think I'll have to worry too much.
Same Blonde Reporter: So what's going to be your strategy coming into the match?
Lance Erickson: Kick some ass. How I'm going to do that is a surprise. I want all my fans to be as surprised as my competition with what I'm going to do.
Lance looks over at the promoter who is tapping her wrist as if to say "wrap it up".
Lance Erickson: Well, looks like that's all the time I have for questions today, sorry. But who wants a couple of front page shots?
Lance does a pose and almost rips out of his shirt as the countless cameras in the room flash to get his picture. Lance then grabs his bag and walks into the crowd of reporters and fans, signing a couple of autographs on his way to his crappy car.
Finally, everybody shows up and finishes setting up their equipment. Many cameras and microphones are trained on him along with the eyes of everybody in the room. A few fans have also snuck in, but nobody seems to care. The conference promoter walks out and chats for a few with a couple of the reporters in the front row. She then shoots a signal to a couple of stage hands to wrap up with their final preparations. The conference promoter grabs a microphone and begins talking while Lance still tries to make sense out of his clothing.
Promoter: Ladies and Gentlemen of the press. Thank you all for coming out here today. It looks like we're all set up now. Lance Erickson of Power On Wrestling has kindly agreed to come out and answer any questions you all may have about the DVD Taping "First Rights" to be held on February 22, 2007. I'll now hand it over to Mr. Erickson.
Lance Erickson: Hiya. Now, uh, I don't really know how it goes, so I'm going to wing it. I guess I'll start with you (points to an attractive brunette).
Attractive Brunette Reporter: Mr. Erickson, I know that you've only had one match so far in your professional career but you're already in the running for the Valor Championship. How does that feel?
Lance Erickson: Please, all of you, call me Lance. I'm nowhere near mature enough to be called "Mr". About the running for the Valor Championship? I think it feels pretty damn good. I'm only a mere rookie, but I'm already heading up the ranks. I thought I'd be an opener for at least another month. By the time All In rolls around I look to be either headlining the shows in the main event or complimenting my wonderful waist with Valor gold...or both, who knows? Uh, over there (Lance points at another reporter).
Fat Bald Guy: Alright, Lance. Now, if my information is right, this is going to be a triangle match against Macros and Big Ci. Is my information correct in this?
Lance Erickson: Wow, a yes or no question. Yeah, this is a triangle match. Could you all give me a minute? I need to go do something.
Lance Erickson grabs his bag from under the podium and disappears to a back room for a couple of minutes. The reporters look at each other inquisitively as they hear a loud sigh of relief come from Lance's direction. He reappears a minute later with a look of relief on his face and sporting some new threads. He tosses the crumpled up clothes and shoes at the promoter and walks back up to the podium, wearing a skimpy tank top, a pair of ratty old shorts, and some beat up tennis shoes. He flashes a rogue grin and points to another reporter.
Young Man: I like the new clothes. In your first match, you wrestled with Macros. And now at First Rights you're going to be wrestling against Macros. What are your thoughts on this new situation?
Lance Erickson: (Looking down at his clothes, smiling) Hey, thanks. I had to get out of those things. I just couldn't stand how uncomfortable they were. Anyway, about Macros. We worked will together, but I'm kind of happy that I don't have to work with him this time. All I have to say is that he was kind of creepy. I've worked with some strange people in the past, and I'm no exception, but none of these people have had delusions of immortality and thought they were a Roman Warrior or something like that. Dreams are one thing, but delusions and voices are another. I guess the in-ring skill is all that really matters in this business. While he may be a talented striker, I can hold my own in that respect and there's no way he can match my ground skill. My collegiate background will be more than enough to deal with whatever he brings on the ground. My height, weight, and strength advantages nullify whatever he thinks he can do to me. It'll be a pretty even matchup I think. To my right.
Blonde Reporter: And Big Ci?
Lance Erickson: Huge frikkin guy. That about sums him up. My only question is why didn't he have a match last week? Why didn't Tito make him work? If the boss doesn't have enough confidence in the guy to make him a weekly regular then he doesn't belong in this match. About what I look for from him in the match? I look to stay out of his grasp because there's no way I'm as strong as him. If he gets hold of me I'm goo. I'll give him this though, he does have a bit of skill. I'll have to hope that I'm faster than him, but I don't think I'll have to worry too much.
Same Blonde Reporter: So what's going to be your strategy coming into the match?
Lance Erickson: Kick some ass. How I'm going to do that is a surprise. I want all my fans to be as surprised as my competition with what I'm going to do.
Lance looks over at the promoter who is tapping her wrist as if to say "wrap it up".
Lance Erickson: Well, looks like that's all the time I have for questions today, sorry. But who wants a couple of front page shots?
Lance does a pose and almost rips out of his shirt as the countless cameras in the room flash to get his picture. Lance then grabs his bag and walks into the crowd of reporters and fans, signing a couple of autographs on his way to his crappy car.