Post by Erik Stillings on Apr 18, 2009 18:32:02 GMT -5
Our scene opens up on Erik Stillings in his dressing room. He is having a heated argument with one of the road agents, who seems to be a bit afraid of the monumental temper tantrum Erik is in the middle of throwing when the camera begins rolling. He is currently brandishing a bottle of Coke, waving it in the road agent's face as he screams.
Erik: Does this look like a wild cherry Pepsi to you? Does it? Answer me!
Road Agent: Uhh...no, but...
Erik: When I ask for wild cherry Pepsi, it means I want wild fucking cherry Pepsi! You people always mess something up! Every week! I swear to god! I don't know how you pricks still have jobs, but if it was up to me I'd fire every last one of you! Your job is to keep the stars happy, right? Right?
Road Agent: That's really only part of what...
Erik: It's a simple question! Yes or no?
Road Agent: Well, in part yes, but...
Erik: Exactly! Exactly! Yes! Your job is to make me fucking happy! Do I look happy right now?
Road Agent: No. No you don't.
Erik: IT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT!
Erik throws the Coke bottle at the wall, causing it to explode soda all over the place. He runs a hand through his hair as he shakes his head, taking a moment to attempt to calm down, which is not happening. The road agent takes the opportunity to slink out of the room, leaving Erik to himself. His face is red from all of the ranting, and he seems to become even more agitated when his cell phone begins to ring. He pulls it out of his pocket and glances angrily at it before answering.
Erik: Where are you? Yes, I know. I know traffic is bad, you don't have to fucking tell me because I was just in it two hours ago. Well, maybe if you didn't spend forever in front of a mirror you'd actually get somewhere on time for once in your life. Oh, you see the arena? Good for you. Get your ass in here.
Erik ends the call and puts the phone back in his pocket just as the road agent comes back into the room with a bottle of wild cherry soda. He hands it to Erik, who is in the process of sitting down on the couch.
Road Agent: OK, I got you your Pepsi.
Erik: Good for you. I'd better not have to tell you next time, or I'll have to talk to Dalton about this bullshit you put me through.
The road agent leaves the room, shaking his head in disgust. Erik opens the bottle and begins to drink when there is a knock on the door.
Erik: What?
A woman walks into the room wearing a silvery satin dress and a smile from ear to ear. Erik looks up at her when she enters, and while most men would be excited to see such a pretty woman, he doesn't seem the least bit amused. In this case the woman in question is Erik's girlfriend, Amanda Kim. It was obvious simply by looking at her that she's the sort of girl got by on looks. The shallow type, which shouldn't be surprising considering who she was dating. It was apparent that this relationship had nothing to do with personality.
Erik: Amanda, you know how important tonight is for me. What took you so long?
Amanda: Baby, please don't be upset. Traffic was really bad and it was hard getting here.
Erik: Never mind. I don't even care.
Erik screwed the lid back onto his Pepsi, inviting her to come sit down. She moved over to the couch and took a seat next to him, moving a hand up and down his arm.
Amanda: Erik, what's wrong? You seemed stressed out.
He glowered at her, angry that she felt the need to state something so painfully obvious.
Erik: Yeah, I am. This is the most important night of my career. If I win tonight, I win big, but if I lose...well, it's gonna' hurt. I mean, I've gone two months without taking a loss, but the fact is I have to get through a match with The Missfits before I face Walker. He has the advantage going into this. The crowd is backing him and he'll be fresh. I mean, I've gone through worse, but somehow this feels different. This is going to be something more...something epic.
Amanda nodded along, not really sure what he was talking about. While he went on about his match she was probably thinking about buying something nice for herself with his money. Like a Prada bag, or an expensive new dress she would only wear once.
Erik: This is going to be big. The two greatest superstars in ICW colliding for the most important belt in the organization, if not the business. I know I can beat him. I've done it before! So why wouldn't I be able to do it again? Tonight is my night to shine. I have to go out there and prove to those...those cretins that I am better than he is!
Amanda snapped back into reality at some point, giving Erik a smile.
Amanda: How about I give you a little..."extra motivation" for winning?
Erik quirked a brow, looking at her.
Erik: Extra motivation? Like what?
Amanda: Well, you know, I bought some new lingere...I was thinking maybe if you can win that big shiny belt I'll give you a little show.
Amanda began to crawl into his lap, but Erik stood up quickly, glaring down at her.
Erik: Are you seriously suggesting that seeing you in your underwear is on the same level as winning the ICW Heavyweight Championship? Really? If I want to see you prancing around in the nude I can do that any time I want. This is a once in a lifetime scenario. Tonight is a defining moment in my career. Your underwear are not in the same ballpark as tonight. They're not even the same damn game, Amanda.
She looked hurt that he said all of that, pouting at him as she crossed her arms. Erik rolled his eyes, looking at the clock on the wall. He didn't seem to care about her hurt feelings, assuming he was paying enough attention to her to even notice.
Erik: So close. Just a few more hours. This is my destiny, Amanda. Tonight is the night I was born for. Walker has spent the last week talking about miracles and passion, but it goes beyond that. Passion doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about this business. For me, it's an obsession. Wrestling is what keeps me alive, but gold is what makes me want to live. That is what tonight is about for me. I'm going to go out there in front of all of those people and I'm going to live. Can I confide in you?
Amanda looks happy again, perhaps even surprised that he wants to share a feeling other than lust with her. She nodded enthusiastically as he sat down next to her again, looking her in the eyes.
Erik: It gets lonely out there. Really lonely. Even with all of those people looking at me I sometimes feel empty. I need that belt to complete me. Walker and I have been bitter rivals since day one. I don't think a week has gone by where we haven't trashed one another. But...in some way. In some sick, twisted way, that guy is the best friend I have in this business. He knows me better than anyone else. My strengths, my weaknesses. He knows every trick in my book, just like I know every trick in his. That's why I have something special cooked up for tonight. Something nobody will see coming. And I can promise you that it's not something anyone will forget.
The look in Erik's eyes has gone from contemplative to psychotic. His obsession with the belt has seemingly become more and more severe with every passing day, and it is abundantly clear that his obsession has consumed him. Amanda gives him a worried look as she speaks.
Amanda: Baby, I'm worried about you. You're...you're kind of scaring me...
Erik stares at her, his face twisting in anger.
Erik: Look. This is my life, and if it comes down to me having to make a choice between you and my career, I'm going to chose my career. You need to understand that you will always come in second place. That is where you belong in my life. Second place. I told you how important wrestling is to me when we first met, and you told me you understood. Are you backing out on me now?
Amanda shakes her head, nearly on the verge of tears. Erik obviously cares more about winning the belt more than he does anything in his life. The question is, does he have what it takes to beat Walker Sullivan at LMS? With only hours to go until show time, it seems the world will find out soon enough.
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