Post by lanceerickson on Apr 1, 2007 2:13:45 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance sitting in an Applebee's at the bar, brooding over his drink, waiting for something or someone. The young bartender comes over, seeing Lance's drink just about empty.
Bartender: Another one?
Lance Erickson: Yeah, Red Snapper this time.
The bartender goes off to make Lance's drink with a flourish while Lance pulls a gaudy ring off of his finger and looks at it while holding it up to the light. He examines the ring from all angles for a few minutes while the bartender sets Lance's drink down on a coaster and removes the used glass, taking it to the sinks to wash it. Lance takes a swig of his drink and goes back to the ring when a voice from behind speaks up.
Feminine Voice: What's that ring for?
Lance whips around and Holly, the girl from the Country Club is standing there, wearing a seductive top and a pair of capris. She takes a seat next to Lance at the bar and orders a gigantic beer before Lance answers.
Lance Erickson: Oh, this thing. Something I got in college. Pretty much says I'm one of the best wrestlers in the United States, collegiate style that is. Look, I know you wanted to do this after the show, but I don't think I'll be very good company tonight.
Holly: Yeah, I actually watched the show the other night. Wasn't one of your high points, I'm sure.
Lance is about to say something, but the bartender is standing there to take their order. Lance orders a piece of meat, bloody as hell, and Holly says she's fine with her liquid dinner.
Lance Erickson: (Turning back to her) Yeah, I'm kinda bummed about it. It's weird though, I usually don't let things like this get me down.
Holly: Well, you did lose a championship...
Lance Erickson: True, but I still don't see how I could lose to that man. It doesn't feel right with the cosmos or something.
Holly: Maybe you took him for granted?
Lance Erickson: I don't think I did, but I might have. Although I shouldn't have. I came to POW to win. To make my mark. The only mark I made was in the mat when he flattened me. Whatever I'm doing, it isn't enough.
Holly: What've you been doing?
Lance Erickson: I've been training my ass off. James Gagne, a guy who is POW's trainer is an old friend of mine. I've been working with him. I just feel like I've...peaked. I need to find something else. I've got until Thursday to do so.
The bartender drops off Lance's still mooing steak, complete with an assortment of green side dishes and a roll.
Lance Erickson: Aww man...I should've told him to hold the rabbit feed. That's gonna be something they'll waste. I feel bad now.
Holly: Give it to me, I'll eat it.
Lance snags an appetizer plate off of the bar and scoops the various shrubberies onto the plate, handing it to the woman sitting next to him. He starts tearing into his steak, sopping up the blood with his roll.
Holly: So what do you think you're gonna have to do?
Lance Erickson: (Gnashing away at his steak) I don't know. I'm going to have to do some soul searching. I can't be part of the most prestigous squad of guys in POW when I'm like this. We work as a team, when one of us is down, we take the others with us. We have a huge match next week, and we need to be at 100%.
Holly: Well, necessity creates action. You'll figure it out by then.
Lance Erickson: Yeah, sorry about this tonight, I'm usually awesome.
Holly: Don't worry about it. At least you're honest with yourself. Not like those jack-shits at the country club. Come on, finish up. Let's go get together with your boys and party tonight.
Lance Erickson: (Grinning) Now you're talking. This time the drinks'll be cold too.
Lance gulps down the rest of his steak and drink. He slaps down a hundred dollar bill on the counter and the two leave to Lance's Beemer while he gets on the phone with Ci and the Hunter duo telling them to get their asses over to the club if they know what's good for them. Lance slides into the driver's seat with a manly flourish as Holly opens the door and pops down in the passenger seat. The two tear out of the parking lot.
::Fade Out::
Bartender: Another one?
Lance Erickson: Yeah, Red Snapper this time.
The bartender goes off to make Lance's drink with a flourish while Lance pulls a gaudy ring off of his finger and looks at it while holding it up to the light. He examines the ring from all angles for a few minutes while the bartender sets Lance's drink down on a coaster and removes the used glass, taking it to the sinks to wash it. Lance takes a swig of his drink and goes back to the ring when a voice from behind speaks up.
Feminine Voice: What's that ring for?
Lance whips around and Holly, the girl from the Country Club is standing there, wearing a seductive top and a pair of capris. She takes a seat next to Lance at the bar and orders a gigantic beer before Lance answers.
Lance Erickson: Oh, this thing. Something I got in college. Pretty much says I'm one of the best wrestlers in the United States, collegiate style that is. Look, I know you wanted to do this after the show, but I don't think I'll be very good company tonight.
Holly: Yeah, I actually watched the show the other night. Wasn't one of your high points, I'm sure.
Lance is about to say something, but the bartender is standing there to take their order. Lance orders a piece of meat, bloody as hell, and Holly says she's fine with her liquid dinner.
Lance Erickson: (Turning back to her) Yeah, I'm kinda bummed about it. It's weird though, I usually don't let things like this get me down.
Holly: Well, you did lose a championship...
Lance Erickson: True, but I still don't see how I could lose to that man. It doesn't feel right with the cosmos or something.
Holly: Maybe you took him for granted?
Lance Erickson: I don't think I did, but I might have. Although I shouldn't have. I came to POW to win. To make my mark. The only mark I made was in the mat when he flattened me. Whatever I'm doing, it isn't enough.
Holly: What've you been doing?
Lance Erickson: I've been training my ass off. James Gagne, a guy who is POW's trainer is an old friend of mine. I've been working with him. I just feel like I've...peaked. I need to find something else. I've got until Thursday to do so.
The bartender drops off Lance's still mooing steak, complete with an assortment of green side dishes and a roll.
Lance Erickson: Aww man...I should've told him to hold the rabbit feed. That's gonna be something they'll waste. I feel bad now.
Holly: Give it to me, I'll eat it.
Lance snags an appetizer plate off of the bar and scoops the various shrubberies onto the plate, handing it to the woman sitting next to him. He starts tearing into his steak, sopping up the blood with his roll.
Holly: So what do you think you're gonna have to do?
Lance Erickson: (Gnashing away at his steak) I don't know. I'm going to have to do some soul searching. I can't be part of the most prestigous squad of guys in POW when I'm like this. We work as a team, when one of us is down, we take the others with us. We have a huge match next week, and we need to be at 100%.
Holly: Well, necessity creates action. You'll figure it out by then.
Lance Erickson: Yeah, sorry about this tonight, I'm usually awesome.
Holly: Don't worry about it. At least you're honest with yourself. Not like those jack-shits at the country club. Come on, finish up. Let's go get together with your boys and party tonight.
Lance Erickson: (Grinning) Now you're talking. This time the drinks'll be cold too.
Lance gulps down the rest of his steak and drink. He slaps down a hundred dollar bill on the counter and the two leave to Lance's Beemer while he gets on the phone with Ci and the Hunter duo telling them to get their asses over to the club if they know what's good for them. Lance slides into the driver's seat with a manly flourish as Holly opens the door and pops down in the passenger seat. The two tear out of the parking lot.
::Fade Out::