Post by Eric The Torture on Jun 2, 2009 14:55:04 GMT -5
* The camera comes to a door in the locker room area. From the sign mounted on it, it is clear that this is Eric The Torture's private room, but a hand appears in front of the camera and pushes the door open nonetheless. Eric is just dialing a number on his cell phone, apparently not noticing the intruder listening to the one side of the conversation. *
ETT: Yeah, hey Yuri, it's Eric... good, good, I'm doing well, thanks. How are you? That's great man... listen, do you have an estimate for my special commission yet?
* Slight pause as ETT listens. His face slowly falls into a frown as he listens. *
ETT: That much, huh? Well... I guess it's just a little more than I expected, but it's not outrageous. Ok, let's do it. How long do you think it will take to have everything cast, tooled, and assembled? That's not too bad - I can't wait to see the result. Listen, I gotta get ready for this match, but I'll talk to ya later, heh? Thanks again, bud!
* Eric disconnects his call, and throws the phone back in his bag. He leans over to grab a bottle of water and the cameraman turns to leave. He whips around again as the phone rings. ETT gives up on the bottle of water and picks up his phone, opening it to see who it is. *
ETT: "Out of Area," huh? I hate getting these calls, but it could be important... Hello?
* Eric's eyes go wide as he listens for a moment. His surprise quickly turns to anger. *
ETT: You! It's you again? Who is this? When I find out who this is, you're going to rue the day you ever started hounding me!
* Eric, breathing heavily, eyes wild with intensity, closes the phone and throws it back into his duffel. A tinny, far-off, maniacal laugh can just be heard coming from the earpiece just before he hangs up the call. Still staring at the phone, Eric backs slowly toward the door as the phone begins to ring again. He turns and runs out the door, and the camera focuses on the display of the phone again. *
Out of Area
ETT: Yeah, hey Yuri, it's Eric... good, good, I'm doing well, thanks. How are you? That's great man... listen, do you have an estimate for my special commission yet?
* Slight pause as ETT listens. His face slowly falls into a frown as he listens. *
ETT: That much, huh? Well... I guess it's just a little more than I expected, but it's not outrageous. Ok, let's do it. How long do you think it will take to have everything cast, tooled, and assembled? That's not too bad - I can't wait to see the result. Listen, I gotta get ready for this match, but I'll talk to ya later, heh? Thanks again, bud!
* Eric disconnects his call, and throws the phone back in his bag. He leans over to grab a bottle of water and the cameraman turns to leave. He whips around again as the phone rings. ETT gives up on the bottle of water and picks up his phone, opening it to see who it is. *
ETT: "Out of Area," huh? I hate getting these calls, but it could be important... Hello?
* Eric's eyes go wide as he listens for a moment. His surprise quickly turns to anger. *
ETT: You! It's you again? Who is this? When I find out who this is, you're going to rue the day you ever started hounding me!
* Eric, breathing heavily, eyes wild with intensity, closes the phone and throws it back into his duffel. A tinny, far-off, maniacal laugh can just be heard coming from the earpiece just before he hangs up the call. Still staring at the phone, Eric backs slowly toward the door as the phone begins to ring again. He turns and runs out the door, and the camera focuses on the display of the phone again. *
Out of Area