Post by lanceerickson on Mar 6, 2007 23:23:47 GMT -6
Right after David DeAngelo's funeral, at the Ameristar Casino and before the show "The Road to All In", Lance Erickson appears on the Jumbovision with a smirk on his face. He's sitting in a director's chair wearing his tights and patent leather boots. The "suit" is crumpled up in a pile next to his gym bag. He clears his throat before he speaks.
Lance Erickson: David, David, David...You chose a primo time to hold your little mock funeral there. You waited till I was showering and changing into my ring gear. Good job, it seems to me like you didn't want to have to face me, but I hope that isn't the case. But I do have to thank you for coming out here and showing your true colors. You called me spineless, weak, and a coward. It takes a lot of guts to call someone that. Especially when you're slated to take them on within the hour. The problem is, you spout all this talk about respect and honor and the things that go along with it. Those are my lines and ideals buddy. I don't know why, but I still respect you enough that I'm going to put an end to your whining and complaining.
You say you haven't been tested enough to use your entire cache of wrestling knowledge? I guarantee that tonight, you will have to use every single ounce of ingenuity and skill you have. You're going to be digging so deep into the barrel your fingers will come out bloody. The only problem with having to do that is this, I don't think it will be enough. You will still lose this match. Your detractors have made a point, you've been curtain jerking since you got here. Now's your chance to shine big boy. And hell, when you've lost to me, you still have that TV title shot to look forward to at All In. After I've won, all I'll get is a "good job" and a "nice ass-whuppin" from the guys I've chosen to associate myself with, and you know what? That's enough for me. You obviously don't realize what you've been handed by the boss. He's giving you the golden ticket. You have it made.
The audience starts chanting Lance's name.
Lance Erickson: Here's my challenge for you David. Prove to ME, Tonight, that you deserve this opportunity that Tito Capaci is giving you. Prove to me that you're worthy of being in the ring. Make me hurt, make me suffer before I force you to tap. If you can do that, then you deserve this shot. If you can't achieve that, then I'm sorry to say that you're a waste of space in this company and that your detractors are right.
Let me tell you this David. I haven't overlooked you; far from it in fact. Unlike you, who's been buying clubs, hitting on waitresses and reporters, and giving an old man a ball gag, I've been spending every moment time training, and honing my ring skill. I never overlook my opponents. I believe that every single one of them is capable of putting me to shame. That's my drive, my motivation to break out from the pack and shine above the bodies of all those I laid to waste.
You promise me 100% Macho Gezpacho from bell to bell. I want you to follow through on that promise. If you do, I'll promise you this, win or lose, I will offer my unyeilding respect and my hand at the end of the match for you to shake. No weapons except our fists, skills, and minds, the way true men fight.
The camera starts to fade out while the audience is cheering for their favorite Manly Man before Lance starts speaking again.
Lance Erickson: Whoa whoa whoa...One more thing. David, do you know that Gezpacho means soup? Just some 'food' for thought.
Lance laughs as the camera fades out and the audience cheers even louder.
Lance Erickson: David, David, David...You chose a primo time to hold your little mock funeral there. You waited till I was showering and changing into my ring gear. Good job, it seems to me like you didn't want to have to face me, but I hope that isn't the case. But I do have to thank you for coming out here and showing your true colors. You called me spineless, weak, and a coward. It takes a lot of guts to call someone that. Especially when you're slated to take them on within the hour. The problem is, you spout all this talk about respect and honor and the things that go along with it. Those are my lines and ideals buddy. I don't know why, but I still respect you enough that I'm going to put an end to your whining and complaining.
You say you haven't been tested enough to use your entire cache of wrestling knowledge? I guarantee that tonight, you will have to use every single ounce of ingenuity and skill you have. You're going to be digging so deep into the barrel your fingers will come out bloody. The only problem with having to do that is this, I don't think it will be enough. You will still lose this match. Your detractors have made a point, you've been curtain jerking since you got here. Now's your chance to shine big boy. And hell, when you've lost to me, you still have that TV title shot to look forward to at All In. After I've won, all I'll get is a "good job" and a "nice ass-whuppin" from the guys I've chosen to associate myself with, and you know what? That's enough for me. You obviously don't realize what you've been handed by the boss. He's giving you the golden ticket. You have it made.
The audience starts chanting Lance's name.
Lance Erickson: Here's my challenge for you David. Prove to ME, Tonight, that you deserve this opportunity that Tito Capaci is giving you. Prove to me that you're worthy of being in the ring. Make me hurt, make me suffer before I force you to tap. If you can do that, then you deserve this shot. If you can't achieve that, then I'm sorry to say that you're a waste of space in this company and that your detractors are right.
Let me tell you this David. I haven't overlooked you; far from it in fact. Unlike you, who's been buying clubs, hitting on waitresses and reporters, and giving an old man a ball gag, I've been spending every moment time training, and honing my ring skill. I never overlook my opponents. I believe that every single one of them is capable of putting me to shame. That's my drive, my motivation to break out from the pack and shine above the bodies of all those I laid to waste.
You promise me 100% Macho Gezpacho from bell to bell. I want you to follow through on that promise. If you do, I'll promise you this, win or lose, I will offer my unyeilding respect and my hand at the end of the match for you to shake. No weapons except our fists, skills, and minds, the way true men fight.
The camera starts to fade out while the audience is cheering for their favorite Manly Man before Lance starts speaking again.
Lance Erickson: Whoa whoa whoa...One more thing. David, do you know that Gezpacho means soup? Just some 'food' for thought.
Lance laughs as the camera fades out and the audience cheers even louder.