Post by lanceerickson on Mar 17, 2007 13:34:29 GMT -6
The scene opens with Lance Erickson standing on top of the roof of some large building in Kansas City. Lance is watching the sunset, ignoring the constant rings of his phone and the message tones. The buildings to the west of Lance are lit on fire from the sunlight and Lance puts on a pair of shades to enjoy the sight. He sits down onto one of the numerous contraptions on top of the building and gazes off into the orange and pink shades in the sky. Without even looking at the camera, Lance starts talking.
Lance Erickson: I gotta hand it to you David, you're doing quite well for yourself. You have a house down in the retirement capital of the world, you own a club, and you're a professional wrestler. On top of that, you get your 'skeet skeet' every day if you should so desire.
Lance pops open a beer (Fat Tire) and takes a swill.
Lance Erickson: Then you compare yourself to me, and you think you're a pretty grand character. Granted, I'm called the Horsemen partyboy, but I'm young, I drive a Yugo when I'm not driving that Beemer that was given to me, I live in a hole in the wall apartment, I follow the rules, and to top it all off, POW's biggest whore is taking on POW's own virgin at All In. So next to me, you must think you own the company or something.
Lance holds the bottlecap in his fingers and then flicks it off, sending it sailing off the side of the building. He looks down at the bottle for a few seconds.
Lance Erickson: You know what? As much as you go on and on about the Horsemen of old, that's not us. We're a different group that share similar ambitions, and that's why we use the name. Go on and spout your comparisons, but it won't matter. One of the Horsemen WILL be sporting POW gold at the end of the match. Why do you think Tito put ME into the match for the TV belt? It's just like you said, it's the hardest to hold. The Heavyweight Title is mostly going to be defended at DVD Tapings, along with the Valor Championship, but this is defended each and every week. The reason I'm in here, is because Tito knows I'm capable of kicking ass and taking names all over the rest of the federation. Even though it pains me to say it, you too are capable of the same exact thing.
The TV Title may not be the most celebrated, but it certainly requires the most guts, dedication, and all out resolve to hold it. It requires a better champion. One day, yes, I would like to hold the Heavyweight Belt, but for now, I'm concentrating on you.
Lance looks off into the distance once more.
Lance Erickson: Now, you claim that I'm not worthy of being in this match. You claim that I'm inconsistent. Well, I'll tell you a secret...(leans forward and whispers) I'm young...I've had only five matches in the pros. I'm allowed to be a little inconsistent, as long as I'm improving. Which I am at an incredible rate. I've gone from curtain jerking to a main event within four matches. I've gone from a rookie to a possible title holder in five matches.
But I beat you and the number one contender for the POW Heavyweight Title last week. That puts me on an even footing with my partner, Shawn Stevens, or, at least, it puts me as more worthy then Danny Danielson. But tell me this, where does that leave you? You called yourself more cerebral when you had one of your scarlet women stiletto my face. And yet, you couldn't come up with the way to win a tag team match. It's teamwork, buddy. Teamwork is the key, and I was more than willing to work with a man I'd hardly talked to in the past. You two couldn't get over your pride and work with each other for twenty minutes, that's sad. In my opinion, I'm the more cerebral one.
Lance polishes off his beer, puts it back into his bag, and then opens up an Orange Crush beverage.
Lance Erickson: The reason you beat me two weeks ago isn't because you're smarter, it's because I was a bit naive. I honestly believed that what happened wouldn't happen. I do have to thank you for that, for teaching me something important. Another thing you're right about is that I'm not willing to cheat. But that doesn't mean I'll never use weapons, no. It means that I'm not willing to break the rules of the match. If it's a normal match, I won't stand for interference. A tag team match...well, last week, I wanted to hit that powerbomb so bad. But then I just made sure that Danielson didn't screw with Shawn's pin attempt. Even if he had already forsaken his 'partner'.
If it's a hardcore match, I'll break out the barbed wire. If it's a No DQ match, I'll run you over with a forklift. It's that simple. But you did teach me that no matter who my opponent is, I'm gonna have to watch my back. I'll watch out for Lizelle and her bra strap or Johnny Dream and his surfboard. But don't forget this, amongst all the chair shots and whatevers flying around, I will hold true to my promise. I will make you tap out. So you go right ahead and sip your banana drinks and bronze up parts unknown on your body. Just remember, I'll be the one to put you in so much agony that you quit. That is my oh so simple promise.
Seeing that the sun has just gone down, Lance sighs and polishes off his soda. Lance crushes the can on his head before pulling out his phone and checking his numerous messages. Lance reads them before giving Big Ci a call.
*Phone Call*
Lance: Yeah, what?
Ci: Where were you man?
Lance: I was watching a sunset.
Ci: Oh, okay, anyway, get over here.
Lance: Why?
Ci: All In party, bro!
Lance: Let me go get changed then.
Ci: What? Why aren't you dressed?
Lance: I'm on top of a roof at the end of winter watching a sunset...it's COLD!
Ci: Alright, hurry up then.
*End of Call*
Lance groans and hops up onto his feet and exits back into the building. The camera pans over to the west where the sky is a light blue and stars start to appear. Fade to Black.
Lance Erickson: I gotta hand it to you David, you're doing quite well for yourself. You have a house down in the retirement capital of the world, you own a club, and you're a professional wrestler. On top of that, you get your 'skeet skeet' every day if you should so desire.
Lance pops open a beer (Fat Tire) and takes a swill.
Lance Erickson: Then you compare yourself to me, and you think you're a pretty grand character. Granted, I'm called the Horsemen partyboy, but I'm young, I drive a Yugo when I'm not driving that Beemer that was given to me, I live in a hole in the wall apartment, I follow the rules, and to top it all off, POW's biggest whore is taking on POW's own virgin at All In. So next to me, you must think you own the company or something.
Lance holds the bottlecap in his fingers and then flicks it off, sending it sailing off the side of the building. He looks down at the bottle for a few seconds.
Lance Erickson: You know what? As much as you go on and on about the Horsemen of old, that's not us. We're a different group that share similar ambitions, and that's why we use the name. Go on and spout your comparisons, but it won't matter. One of the Horsemen WILL be sporting POW gold at the end of the match. Why do you think Tito put ME into the match for the TV belt? It's just like you said, it's the hardest to hold. The Heavyweight Title is mostly going to be defended at DVD Tapings, along with the Valor Championship, but this is defended each and every week. The reason I'm in here, is because Tito knows I'm capable of kicking ass and taking names all over the rest of the federation. Even though it pains me to say it, you too are capable of the same exact thing.
The TV Title may not be the most celebrated, but it certainly requires the most guts, dedication, and all out resolve to hold it. It requires a better champion. One day, yes, I would like to hold the Heavyweight Belt, but for now, I'm concentrating on you.
Lance looks off into the distance once more.
Lance Erickson: Now, you claim that I'm not worthy of being in this match. You claim that I'm inconsistent. Well, I'll tell you a secret...(leans forward and whispers) I'm young...I've had only five matches in the pros. I'm allowed to be a little inconsistent, as long as I'm improving. Which I am at an incredible rate. I've gone from curtain jerking to a main event within four matches. I've gone from a rookie to a possible title holder in five matches.
But I beat you and the number one contender for the POW Heavyweight Title last week. That puts me on an even footing with my partner, Shawn Stevens, or, at least, it puts me as more worthy then Danny Danielson. But tell me this, where does that leave you? You called yourself more cerebral when you had one of your scarlet women stiletto my face. And yet, you couldn't come up with the way to win a tag team match. It's teamwork, buddy. Teamwork is the key, and I was more than willing to work with a man I'd hardly talked to in the past. You two couldn't get over your pride and work with each other for twenty minutes, that's sad. In my opinion, I'm the more cerebral one.
Lance polishes off his beer, puts it back into his bag, and then opens up an Orange Crush beverage.
Lance Erickson: The reason you beat me two weeks ago isn't because you're smarter, it's because I was a bit naive. I honestly believed that what happened wouldn't happen. I do have to thank you for that, for teaching me something important. Another thing you're right about is that I'm not willing to cheat. But that doesn't mean I'll never use weapons, no. It means that I'm not willing to break the rules of the match. If it's a normal match, I won't stand for interference. A tag team match...well, last week, I wanted to hit that powerbomb so bad. But then I just made sure that Danielson didn't screw with Shawn's pin attempt. Even if he had already forsaken his 'partner'.
If it's a hardcore match, I'll break out the barbed wire. If it's a No DQ match, I'll run you over with a forklift. It's that simple. But you did teach me that no matter who my opponent is, I'm gonna have to watch my back. I'll watch out for Lizelle and her bra strap or Johnny Dream and his surfboard. But don't forget this, amongst all the chair shots and whatevers flying around, I will hold true to my promise. I will make you tap out. So you go right ahead and sip your banana drinks and bronze up parts unknown on your body. Just remember, I'll be the one to put you in so much agony that you quit. That is my oh so simple promise.
Seeing that the sun has just gone down, Lance sighs and polishes off his soda. Lance crushes the can on his head before pulling out his phone and checking his numerous messages. Lance reads them before giving Big Ci a call.
*Phone Call*
Lance: Yeah, what?
Ci: Where were you man?
Lance: I was watching a sunset.
Ci: Oh, okay, anyway, get over here.
Lance: Why?
Ci: All In party, bro!
Lance: Let me go get changed then.
Ci: What? Why aren't you dressed?
Lance: I'm on top of a roof at the end of winter watching a sunset...it's COLD!
Ci: Alright, hurry up then.
*End of Call*
Lance groans and hops up onto his feet and exits back into the building. The camera pans over to the west where the sky is a light blue and stars start to appear. Fade to Black.