Post by lanceerickson on May 1, 2007 20:53:24 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance Erikson resting up after a hard workout with a fishing pole and a beer. Dave Hunter comes walking up also laden with a fishing pole. Lance reaches over and tosses Dave a cold one.
Lance Erikson: Good to have somebody else here. You can't fish alone.
Dave Hunter: No problem. I've got the week off anyway.
Lance Erikson: Yeah, Road to Supermania is tomorrow. I needed a cool down day. I've worked out hard this week.
Dave Hunter: Why? You're only facing Lestat.
Lance Erikson: I'm here to win. I've been going up against the toughest of the tough lately. I can't afford to take the week off. Besides, Lestat wants to use me of all people for his stepping stone to stardom. I just have to make sure that isn't going to happen. He can use somebody else as far as I'm concerned. It's gonna be his first time fighting somebody in my class. Maybe he should go to the New England chapter. It's more of a developmental territory than anything.
Dave Hunter: *casts his line out* Heh. Don't worry about him too much. We've still got this whole thing with Murderous Entertainment that isn't going anywhere soon.
Before Lance can reply, he feels a tug on his line. Lance drops his beverage and starts reeling in as quick as he can with the fishing skill of an amateur. After a few moments of Dave cheering him on, Lance finally wins against his prize and pulls out an old tennis shoe, complete with plant life. Lance looks at the shoe with disgust, tossing it back into the river. Dave Hunter pulls out a nice, fat trout in the meantime.
Dave Hunter: Heh, I never fish.
Lance Erikson: Eh, whatever. Ci and Reck get to take care of M.E. this week. I don't need to worry about them. Felon won't be a problem because he has the cage match to worry about. He won't interfere. BBK might, but you'll be there right?
Dave Hunter: Why wouldn't I?
Lance Erikson: Then I don't have to worry about anything but my match. Which is how I want it. I'm going to show Lestat one on one that I am not a tool to be used at a whim.
Dave Hunter: Apparently his head has been hurting as of late. Mr. Showtime's been doing a number on him, he's pissed.
Lance Erickson: He's been taking a lot of shots over the past couple of weeks. I'll stay away from his head. I don't need to exploit a weakness on this guy. I would give him an aspirin, but then he wouldn't have anything to complain about. Besides, I don't work on the head, you know that already don't you?
Dave Hunter: Yeah, He'd better show up in a suit of armor if he wants to breathe after your match.
Lance downs the rest of his beverage before casting another line out, fresh with brand new bait. Lance lets out a slight sigh of content.
Lance Erikson: I need to do this more often. It calms me down. Helps me keep focused on my goals.
Dave Hunter: What goals are these?
Lance Erikson: For one, to win this week.
Dave Hunter: And two?
Lance Erikson: To keep winning every week, keeping my spot in the upper-tier while I crush anybody else sneaking up to take my place. I've become almost as popular as Shawn Stevens. Big Ci has also become popular, as well as Maverick. All these curtain jerking junkies are marking us to jump the roster and get a shot at Stevens for his title.
Dave pulls up another juicy looking trout while Lance grimaces at him.
Dave Hunter: Haha. I'm doing great here.
Lance Erikson: Yeah, yeah. Look, just because you're catching all the fish, doesn't make you a bassmaster just yet.
Dave Hunter: I'm doing better than you. Anyway, what if Fire shows up at ringside?
Lance Erikson: I have no problem letting her get in Lestat's way. He won't attack her. If she's smart, she'll stay away. Lestat's game would suffer if she came into play, and I don't want that. I need to beat him at his best so he'll shut the hell up.
Dave Hunter: And if Mr. Showtime's accepted his apology?
Lance Erikson: I've been in unfair odds before and come out the better. Two sub-standard guys is no worse than one. He can bring out the entire gimp-Showtime family, I'll take them all on! I would rather they didn't though. I like having weekends where I don't have to heal up. Especially leading to Supermania.
Dave Hunter recasts his line and almost instantly, pulls up a third fish. Dave laughs as he unhooks it and puts it in Lance's net. Lance growls at Dave and packs up his gear, only waiting for something to happen on his line. After a few moments of silence, Lance feels another tug. He pulls it up with little effort and the exact same shoe he 'caught' earlier lands into his lap. Lance throws the shoe back and packs up his gear. He starts heading for his car, but he stops and looks back at Dave who still has his line cast.
Lance Erikson: You don't need a ride do you?
Dave Hunter: Nah.
Lance walks away from the river and hops in his car. He drives out to get a shower and sleep for the Road to Supermania the next night.
::Fade Out::
Lance Erikson: Good to have somebody else here. You can't fish alone.
Dave Hunter: No problem. I've got the week off anyway.
Lance Erikson: Yeah, Road to Supermania is tomorrow. I needed a cool down day. I've worked out hard this week.
Dave Hunter: Why? You're only facing Lestat.
Lance Erikson: I'm here to win. I've been going up against the toughest of the tough lately. I can't afford to take the week off. Besides, Lestat wants to use me of all people for his stepping stone to stardom. I just have to make sure that isn't going to happen. He can use somebody else as far as I'm concerned. It's gonna be his first time fighting somebody in my class. Maybe he should go to the New England chapter. It's more of a developmental territory than anything.
Dave Hunter: *casts his line out* Heh. Don't worry about him too much. We've still got this whole thing with Murderous Entertainment that isn't going anywhere soon.
Before Lance can reply, he feels a tug on his line. Lance drops his beverage and starts reeling in as quick as he can with the fishing skill of an amateur. After a few moments of Dave cheering him on, Lance finally wins against his prize and pulls out an old tennis shoe, complete with plant life. Lance looks at the shoe with disgust, tossing it back into the river. Dave Hunter pulls out a nice, fat trout in the meantime.
Dave Hunter: Heh, I never fish.
Lance Erikson: Eh, whatever. Ci and Reck get to take care of M.E. this week. I don't need to worry about them. Felon won't be a problem because he has the cage match to worry about. He won't interfere. BBK might, but you'll be there right?
Dave Hunter: Why wouldn't I?
Lance Erikson: Then I don't have to worry about anything but my match. Which is how I want it. I'm going to show Lestat one on one that I am not a tool to be used at a whim.
Dave Hunter: Apparently his head has been hurting as of late. Mr. Showtime's been doing a number on him, he's pissed.
Lance Erickson: He's been taking a lot of shots over the past couple of weeks. I'll stay away from his head. I don't need to exploit a weakness on this guy. I would give him an aspirin, but then he wouldn't have anything to complain about. Besides, I don't work on the head, you know that already don't you?
Dave Hunter: Yeah, He'd better show up in a suit of armor if he wants to breathe after your match.
Lance downs the rest of his beverage before casting another line out, fresh with brand new bait. Lance lets out a slight sigh of content.
Lance Erikson: I need to do this more often. It calms me down. Helps me keep focused on my goals.
Dave Hunter: What goals are these?
Lance Erikson: For one, to win this week.
Dave Hunter: And two?
Lance Erikson: To keep winning every week, keeping my spot in the upper-tier while I crush anybody else sneaking up to take my place. I've become almost as popular as Shawn Stevens. Big Ci has also become popular, as well as Maverick. All these curtain jerking junkies are marking us to jump the roster and get a shot at Stevens for his title.
Dave pulls up another juicy looking trout while Lance grimaces at him.
Dave Hunter: Haha. I'm doing great here.
Lance Erikson: Yeah, yeah. Look, just because you're catching all the fish, doesn't make you a bassmaster just yet.
Dave Hunter: I'm doing better than you. Anyway, what if Fire shows up at ringside?
Lance Erikson: I have no problem letting her get in Lestat's way. He won't attack her. If she's smart, she'll stay away. Lestat's game would suffer if she came into play, and I don't want that. I need to beat him at his best so he'll shut the hell up.
Dave Hunter: And if Mr. Showtime's accepted his apology?
Lance Erikson: I've been in unfair odds before and come out the better. Two sub-standard guys is no worse than one. He can bring out the entire gimp-Showtime family, I'll take them all on! I would rather they didn't though. I like having weekends where I don't have to heal up. Especially leading to Supermania.
Dave Hunter recasts his line and almost instantly, pulls up a third fish. Dave laughs as he unhooks it and puts it in Lance's net. Lance growls at Dave and packs up his gear, only waiting for something to happen on his line. After a few moments of silence, Lance feels another tug. He pulls it up with little effort and the exact same shoe he 'caught' earlier lands into his lap. Lance throws the shoe back and packs up his gear. He starts heading for his car, but he stops and looks back at Dave who still has his line cast.
Lance Erikson: You don't need a ride do you?
Dave Hunter: Nah.
Lance walks away from the river and hops in his car. He drives out to get a shower and sleep for the Road to Supermania the next night.
::Fade Out::