Post by lanceerickson on May 14, 2007 13:54:02 GMT -6
(After Lance and Reck do their work) The scene opens up with Lance Erikson just finishing a workout, doing some running and weight training. Lance performs a couple of sweaty stretches, rounding out his session. He grabs his towel and throws it over his shoulder, heading off to the back to take a quick shower. After the shower, Lance steps out, clad in his black suit and trench. He brushes a lone piece of lint off and continues on his way out the door. He hops, literally into his Beemer and tears out of the parking lot in a blaze of rubber.
The camera cuts back in on Lance walking into his apartment building, the doorman opens the door for him and hands him his mail. Lance thanks the guy, but before he can get on the elevator, the doorman stops him.
Tom the Doorman: Mr. Erikson, I thought you should know, there is a strangely clad gentlemen that was heading up to your room. I think he had on a helmet or something similar.
Lance nods to Tom and stows his mail into the inner pocket of his coat. He presses the button for the top floor in the swanky elevator and reaches his hands into his pockets while a smooth jazz ballad plays softly. His hands exit his pocket as he pulls out his keys, with his pair of custom knuckles donned. The elevator door opens up, but the hallway is completely devoid of bodies. He sighs and heads to his place, unlocking the door and stepping inside.
Voice: LANCE!
Lance drops his keys and gets ready for a fight, but all he sees is partner Reck Maverick sitting on his sofa, drinking Diet Pepsi out of a crystal brandy snifter. The TV in on, and Reck is watching the latest in "Ninjas gone Wild".
Lance Erikson: (Slightly peeved) How the HELL did you get in here? WHY are you in here?
Reck Maverick: I'm a ninja! No surreptitious entry is beyond us. We are capable of anything.
Lance Erikson: Oh, well...here, let me get you another drink so you don't have to get up.
Reck Maverick: I thank you sir!
Lance grabs the snifter from Reck and goes to his fridge. A bottle can be heard opening and Lance fills the glass. He turns back to Reck, hands him the glass, and takes off his trenchcoat to hang on the bar. Reck takes a sip with a classy pose and the next second, spews it all over the room, carpeting the TV, entertainment center, and everything else in the near vicinity.
Reck Maverick: This isn't...
Lance Erikson: (Interrupting) It's Diet COKE! That's what happens when you break into my house. Why are you here?
Reck Maverick produces a six pack of Diet Pepsi and opens one up, drinking straight from the can. He leaves the safety of the sofa and saunters over to Lance to talk.
Lance Erikson: You going to clean that up?
Reck Maverick: You're the one who gave me Diet (shudders) Coke, it's your fault.
Lance Erikson: You broke into my house!
Reck Maverick: (quoting something) When a guest is in your house, treat him with respect and dignity...or kick his ass, but you haven't done that yet.
Lance Erikson: I'm considering, besides, I think it had an extra sidenote that exempted the owner of the place if his house was broken into. Why? (pauses) Are you here?
Reck Maverick: Our match! We do have one coming up! My ninja sense tells me so!
Lance Erikson: Oh, right. I want to make one thing perfectly clear...Showtime is mine. If he's the one going down at the end of the night, it's by my hand. Other than that...
Reck Maverick: We kick butt like the legends we are!
Lance Erikson: Yeah, sure. What I was going to say...
Reck Maverick: (Interrupting) Is that you impose your will upon them with your god-like strength and I...
Lance Erikson: (interrupting) Do whatever it is that you do. Ninja them to death or something.
Reck Maverick: We'll have to teach you the ultimate ninja-speak-lingo-talk one of these days. You try, but it's just not there Lance.
Lance Erikson: (rolls his eyes) You heard anything from Diamond Cutter Man lately? He's another one in this match who's just downright insane.
Reck Maverick: I thought you knew, I have the Diamond Cutter neutralization device. He's just Flying Man now.
Lance Erikson: Yeah, you heard anything from...Flying Man lately?
Reck Maverick: Nope, I think he's scared, but who wouldn't be going up against you and I?
Lance Erikson: I like the way you think. You see Showtime? I think he wants to be part of the horsemen...he rides around in cars like ours.
Reck Maverick: STABLE INFRINGEMENT! But unless they have an all-ninja horsemen, there won't be a spot open for him anytime soon.
Lance Erikson: Besides, only talented wrestlers were given spots here. He doesn't quite fit the mold just yet. Maybe in a year or two after he's had his ass kicked by you and I...THEN he'll be ready to join, but there still won't be room. None of us are going anywhere anytime soon. Besides, I think his little soap opera he's got going on disqualifies him anyway.
Reck Maverick: (Puts his hand on Lance's shoulder) Bitter much?
Lance Erikson: No, I'm pissed! Showtime, Lestat, hell even that devil woman he associates with are making me part of this bullshit that I have nothing to do with. If he had just let me kick Lestat's ass like I was doing, then we wouldn't have this problem. But Showtime had to go and get involved, he had to go and piss me off. Now Lestat probably thinks I'm his best friend...
Reck Maverick: (Interrupting) His ONLY friend.
Lance Erikson: Creepy bastard...I'm tired of this shit! You know what though? When we take down Flying...Man, gold won't be that far behind it.
Reck Maverick: (quoting something else) The way of the Ninja states...
Lance Erikson: Knock it off.
Reck Maverick: The ninja who reads a thousand books is powerful, the Ninja who MEMORIZES a thousand books is...
Lance Erikson: (Interrupting) Insane?
Reck stops to ponder this turn of events.
Lance Erikson: So anyway, Showtime is mine. Hell, the only way I'd fall and he's involved is if I was taking him down to the ground for...
Reck Maverick: Some good old fashioned Ninja-Lance-Whipping!
Lance Erikson: Has anybody ever told you that talking to you is tiring?
Reck Maverick: (Popping open the LAST Diet Pepsi) Yeah, a couple of times! So, then after we hand Mr. Showtime and Flying Man their asses, legend-style, you take down Showtime and then we all go out for celebration and Diet Pepsi!
Lance Erikson: Yeah, sure...I need to get some sleep though. Go do...whatever your psycho mind comes up with...AFTER you clean up the Diet Coke!
Reck Maverick laughs and with a puff of smoke vanishes.
Lance Erikson: Son of a...
He wheels around to see everything that was covered is now spotless and in pristine condition. Scratching his head, Lance heads off to bed.
The camera cuts back in on Lance walking into his apartment building, the doorman opens the door for him and hands him his mail. Lance thanks the guy, but before he can get on the elevator, the doorman stops him.
Tom the Doorman: Mr. Erikson, I thought you should know, there is a strangely clad gentlemen that was heading up to your room. I think he had on a helmet or something similar.
Lance nods to Tom and stows his mail into the inner pocket of his coat. He presses the button for the top floor in the swanky elevator and reaches his hands into his pockets while a smooth jazz ballad plays softly. His hands exit his pocket as he pulls out his keys, with his pair of custom knuckles donned. The elevator door opens up, but the hallway is completely devoid of bodies. He sighs and heads to his place, unlocking the door and stepping inside.
Voice: LANCE!
Lance drops his keys and gets ready for a fight, but all he sees is partner Reck Maverick sitting on his sofa, drinking Diet Pepsi out of a crystal brandy snifter. The TV in on, and Reck is watching the latest in "Ninjas gone Wild".
Lance Erikson: (Slightly peeved) How the HELL did you get in here? WHY are you in here?
Reck Maverick: I'm a ninja! No surreptitious entry is beyond us. We are capable of anything.
Lance Erikson: Oh, well...here, let me get you another drink so you don't have to get up.
Reck Maverick: I thank you sir!
Lance grabs the snifter from Reck and goes to his fridge. A bottle can be heard opening and Lance fills the glass. He turns back to Reck, hands him the glass, and takes off his trenchcoat to hang on the bar. Reck takes a sip with a classy pose and the next second, spews it all over the room, carpeting the TV, entertainment center, and everything else in the near vicinity.
Reck Maverick: This isn't...
Lance Erikson: (Interrupting) It's Diet COKE! That's what happens when you break into my house. Why are you here?
Reck Maverick produces a six pack of Diet Pepsi and opens one up, drinking straight from the can. He leaves the safety of the sofa and saunters over to Lance to talk.
Lance Erikson: You going to clean that up?
Reck Maverick: You're the one who gave me Diet (shudders) Coke, it's your fault.
Lance Erikson: You broke into my house!
Reck Maverick: (quoting something) When a guest is in your house, treat him with respect and dignity...or kick his ass, but you haven't done that yet.
Lance Erikson: I'm considering, besides, I think it had an extra sidenote that exempted the owner of the place if his house was broken into. Why? (pauses) Are you here?
Reck Maverick: Our match! We do have one coming up! My ninja sense tells me so!
Lance Erikson: Oh, right. I want to make one thing perfectly clear...Showtime is mine. If he's the one going down at the end of the night, it's by my hand. Other than that...
Reck Maverick: We kick butt like the legends we are!
Lance Erikson: Yeah, sure. What I was going to say...
Reck Maverick: (Interrupting) Is that you impose your will upon them with your god-like strength and I...
Lance Erikson: (interrupting) Do whatever it is that you do. Ninja them to death or something.
Reck Maverick: We'll have to teach you the ultimate ninja-speak-lingo-talk one of these days. You try, but it's just not there Lance.
Lance Erikson: (rolls his eyes) You heard anything from Diamond Cutter Man lately? He's another one in this match who's just downright insane.
Reck Maverick: I thought you knew, I have the Diamond Cutter neutralization device. He's just Flying Man now.
Lance Erikson: Yeah, you heard anything from...Flying Man lately?
Reck Maverick: Nope, I think he's scared, but who wouldn't be going up against you and I?
Lance Erikson: I like the way you think. You see Showtime? I think he wants to be part of the horsemen...he rides around in cars like ours.
Reck Maverick: STABLE INFRINGEMENT! But unless they have an all-ninja horsemen, there won't be a spot open for him anytime soon.
Lance Erikson: Besides, only talented wrestlers were given spots here. He doesn't quite fit the mold just yet. Maybe in a year or two after he's had his ass kicked by you and I...THEN he'll be ready to join, but there still won't be room. None of us are going anywhere anytime soon. Besides, I think his little soap opera he's got going on disqualifies him anyway.
Reck Maverick: (Puts his hand on Lance's shoulder) Bitter much?
Lance Erikson: No, I'm pissed! Showtime, Lestat, hell even that devil woman he associates with are making me part of this bullshit that I have nothing to do with. If he had just let me kick Lestat's ass like I was doing, then we wouldn't have this problem. But Showtime had to go and get involved, he had to go and piss me off. Now Lestat probably thinks I'm his best friend...
Reck Maverick: (Interrupting) His ONLY friend.
Lance Erikson: Creepy bastard...I'm tired of this shit! You know what though? When we take down Flying...Man, gold won't be that far behind it.
Reck Maverick: (quoting something else) The way of the Ninja states...
Lance Erikson: Knock it off.
Reck Maverick: The ninja who reads a thousand books is powerful, the Ninja who MEMORIZES a thousand books is...
Lance Erikson: (Interrupting) Insane?
Reck stops to ponder this turn of events.
Lance Erikson: So anyway, Showtime is mine. Hell, the only way I'd fall and he's involved is if I was taking him down to the ground for...
Reck Maverick: Some good old fashioned Ninja-Lance-Whipping!
Lance Erikson: Has anybody ever told you that talking to you is tiring?
Reck Maverick: (Popping open the LAST Diet Pepsi) Yeah, a couple of times! So, then after we hand Mr. Showtime and Flying Man their asses, legend-style, you take down Showtime and then we all go out for celebration and Diet Pepsi!
Lance Erikson: Yeah, sure...I need to get some sleep though. Go do...whatever your psycho mind comes up with...AFTER you clean up the Diet Coke!
Reck Maverick laughs and with a puff of smoke vanishes.
Lance Erikson: Son of a...
He wheels around to see everything that was covered is now spotless and in pristine condition. Scratching his head, Lance heads off to bed.