Post by lanceerickson on May 15, 2007 20:00:48 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance Erikson lounging against a wall in the backstage area of the Ameristar Casino. Lance looks over his shades, directly into the camera. With a puff of smoke and no warning, Reck Maverick appears out of nowhere in the hall while a strange flute sound permeates the air.
Reck Maverick: HEY! I'll be back in just a second...3, 2, 1...VANISH!
Another puff of smoke goes off and Reck disappears like that. Lance picks himself up off the floor, waving some of the smoke out of his face and readjusting his sunglasses. Lance straightens his tie and jacket before looking into the camera.
Lance Erikson: If you can't tell, I've got a strange-ass partner. He's like that because he's confident. Which is more than I can say about our opponents. Flying Man, good to hear from you at last. I was starting to get bored, and when I get bored, I get pissed. So, I'm a little pissed off at you. But don't worry, your highness, I still want to see Showtime's blood on the mat. It's just that a bit of yours wouldn't hurt either. Your arrogance is a good thing though Flying Man. It'll make it all the more sweeter when we beat you. When we beat you, we'll also prove that you aren't fit to lick Tito Capaci's boots for the title that you claim is rightfully yours. I've seen a couple of tapes of your matches, and you're more concerned with looking good for your Diamond Cutter Girls then you are about winning a match. It'd be nice if you actually did concern yourself with something other than getting busy.
Lance sighs and leans back up against the wall, pushing his shades back up into his face.
Lance Erikson: You call yourself a god? Keep doing that Flying Man. Reck and I will then be known as the two men who toppled a god, cementing our place as legends in this company. I thought you were a man who was worthy of respect, Flying Man, but hell, after all the bullshit I've witnessed this week, Showtime is more worthy than you.
How could I forget about Mr. Showtime? It doesn't matter what you'll LET us do. Maybe if you had some skill, you could make claims like that, but I'm afraid the thrashing you have coming to you is going to happen whether you want it to happen or not. Take your bimbo's advice and think about what you're getting yourself into. You're taking on two guys who have been dominating this company since it's inception and you think you can waltz in with your good-as-garbage partner and take an easy victory? Maybe if you were fighting somebody like Lestat, but wait, you can't even beat him without emptying your entire aresenal of moves, can you?
With another puff of smoke, Lance goes down and Reck Maverick appears out of nowhere, sipping on a Diet Pepsi. Lance manages to raise himself back up, thanks to a couple of random things sitting around. Before Lance can yell at his partner, Reck whips around and hands him a Mr. Pibb. Lance looks down at it, shrugs, and then downs it.
Reck Maverick: What are you doing?
Lance Erikson: (grimacing) I'm explaining to Showtime, Flying Man, and anybody else who cares to watch exactly why we're going to kick their asses tonight.
Reck Maverick: Ah, okay, you didn't reveal our secret plan did you?
Lance Erikson: What? Do you take me for a fool?
Reck Maverick: The legendary ninja doesn't partner with fools, Lance.
Lance Erikson: Whatever. I'm gonna go change. I can't deal with you for too long before I lose my mind.
Reck Maverick: Go with stealth, my young grasshopper!
Lance walks toward the camera and pushes the camera man out of the way, slamming him into the wall in the process.
Reck Maverick: THAT'S NOT STEALTHY LANCE!
::Fade Out::
Reck Maverick: HEY! I'll be back in just a second...3, 2, 1...VANISH!
Another puff of smoke goes off and Reck disappears like that. Lance picks himself up off the floor, waving some of the smoke out of his face and readjusting his sunglasses. Lance straightens his tie and jacket before looking into the camera.
Lance Erikson: If you can't tell, I've got a strange-ass partner. He's like that because he's confident. Which is more than I can say about our opponents. Flying Man, good to hear from you at last. I was starting to get bored, and when I get bored, I get pissed. So, I'm a little pissed off at you. But don't worry, your highness, I still want to see Showtime's blood on the mat. It's just that a bit of yours wouldn't hurt either. Your arrogance is a good thing though Flying Man. It'll make it all the more sweeter when we beat you. When we beat you, we'll also prove that you aren't fit to lick Tito Capaci's boots for the title that you claim is rightfully yours. I've seen a couple of tapes of your matches, and you're more concerned with looking good for your Diamond Cutter Girls then you are about winning a match. It'd be nice if you actually did concern yourself with something other than getting busy.
Lance sighs and leans back up against the wall, pushing his shades back up into his face.
Lance Erikson: You call yourself a god? Keep doing that Flying Man. Reck and I will then be known as the two men who toppled a god, cementing our place as legends in this company. I thought you were a man who was worthy of respect, Flying Man, but hell, after all the bullshit I've witnessed this week, Showtime is more worthy than you.
How could I forget about Mr. Showtime? It doesn't matter what you'll LET us do. Maybe if you had some skill, you could make claims like that, but I'm afraid the thrashing you have coming to you is going to happen whether you want it to happen or not. Take your bimbo's advice and think about what you're getting yourself into. You're taking on two guys who have been dominating this company since it's inception and you think you can waltz in with your good-as-garbage partner and take an easy victory? Maybe if you were fighting somebody like Lestat, but wait, you can't even beat him without emptying your entire aresenal of moves, can you?
With another puff of smoke, Lance goes down and Reck Maverick appears out of nowhere, sipping on a Diet Pepsi. Lance manages to raise himself back up, thanks to a couple of random things sitting around. Before Lance can yell at his partner, Reck whips around and hands him a Mr. Pibb. Lance looks down at it, shrugs, and then downs it.
Reck Maverick: What are you doing?
Lance Erikson: (grimacing) I'm explaining to Showtime, Flying Man, and anybody else who cares to watch exactly why we're going to kick their asses tonight.
Reck Maverick: Ah, okay, you didn't reveal our secret plan did you?
Lance Erikson: What? Do you take me for a fool?
Reck Maverick: The legendary ninja doesn't partner with fools, Lance.
Lance Erikson: Whatever. I'm gonna go change. I can't deal with you for too long before I lose my mind.
Reck Maverick: Go with stealth, my young grasshopper!
Lance walks toward the camera and pushes the camera man out of the way, slamming him into the wall in the process.
Reck Maverick: THAT'S NOT STEALTHY LANCE!
::Fade Out::