Post by lanceerickson on Feb 27, 2007 16:46:21 GMT -6
The night of the POW show, Lance Erickson hops out of his dead car and walks to the front of the Ameristar Casino already decked out in his tights. He snags his bag out of the trunk and after a few attempts, gets it closed once more. He gets to the entrance only to be met by a gaggle of kids who start screaming. Lance puts his fingers in his ears while the kid's parents work to settle them down. Finally the parents have settled the kids down and Lance pulls a stack of thick, rectangular shaped papers from his bag.
Lance Erickson: Now, I made a promise to each and every one of you. I went to the ticket office before it opened and bought all of you front row seats to tonight's show.
Lance peels the rubber band off and hands two tickets to each kid, one for them and their parents, at random. Finally, he gets to a kid and his mother but has no more tickets. The kid looks sad and turns his head down. Lance kneels down in front of the kid and puts his hands on the kid's shoulders.
Lance Erickson: What? Did you think I forgot about you? See, You'll notice I handed out the tickets in a random order right? (The kid nods his head while sniffling) Well, it just so happens that I have two more tickets in my bag, but they're kind of special.
Lance reaches into his bag and produces to laminated badges complete with attached lanyard thay have "VIP" written on them. Lance hands one to the kid and the other to his mother. The kid brightens up quickly.
Lance Erickson: Backstage Passes. Now, all of you, the show starts soon. Go get your seats, and you two (points to the one kid and his mother), Let's go.
Lance leads the kid and mother around to the performer's entrance and they walk in. The scene cuts out.
***
The scene cuts back in with Lance and the family of two sitting in his locker room.
Lance Erickson: So, you've met some of the people that work here, seen the ring set up. What do you think?
Kid: Thank you Mr. Lance. The guys at school are never going to believe me.
Lance Erickson: Yeah they will.
Lance pulls the kid over and tosses his mother a disposable camera. Lance does a couple of poses with the kid mirroring his idol. Lance pops a tape in the VCR and plays Chester Coban's in-ring speech on the TV in the locker room. Lance smirks and walks with the family of two out of the locker room. He runs into a stagehand.
Lance Erickson: Tommy, would you take care of these two? Make sure they have a great place to watch the show from? (Kneels down to the kid again) Enjoy the show little guy. I gotta go to something.
Lance ruffles the kids hair and walks to the gorilla position right before the entrance ramp and grabs a microphone and cues his music. "Now You're a Man" blasts over the arena and charges down to the ring and slides in, bathing himself in the love of the crowd. He waits for the crowd to settle down.
Lance Erickson: I wanted to get in a few words before the show starts tonight. In front of all you here tonight. (crowd pops) Kind of funny, but I found out Chester Coban did a little speaking out here earlier. I wanted to come out here and say something to his face, but he was already done. For a man who says he fears nothing, he sure got out of here fast. I watched a nice tape of your villanous monologue and Chester, it actually made me laugh.
Lance Erickson: (after a pause) You impressed me Coban. Your incapacity to live in the realm of rational thought amuses me. It takes a lot to live in that world. You say when you pick up a chair, people start to tremble. Apparently this is a different locker room because I'm standing out here, solid as the rock of Gibraltar just like everybody else that will face you in the future. I hate to break it to you Chester, but you're getting old. It's time for you to step aside and let those with talent through.
The audience starts shouting "Lance, Lance, Lance."
Lance Erickson: Now now, settle down. It's funny though, Chester calls me unintelligent. Who's the one that actually WENT to college? Now, I have two simple little things here that prove Chester is an idiot. One, what in the blue hell is a bagwagon? As far as I'm concerned, if I were to jump on anything it would be the BANDwagon, and that isn't going to happen. Second, I never told you not to bring a chair to the match. I just said that if you brought something else, it might show a little bit of creativity on your part. I think a chainsaw is a bit much, but I won't stop you, I'll get the 1-2-3 regardless of what you have. AIDS? What you do in your free time doesn't bug me, but I really don't want you to give me AIDS and this is a family show, man. I bought a whole bunch of kids and their parents tickets tonight and this is what you give them?
The audience boos Chester even though he's not even out in the ring. Lance has a look on his face that pretty much states "I know".
Lance Erickson: You said that Tito wants you to come out here and refurbish my beautiful, sculpted bone structure. You can try. Hell, hit me with that chair. You're not Balls Mahoney, I'm not worried. I'll have to live with a little bruise. (meek little girl voice) I don't know if I could handle a bruise, it might hurt. (Normal voice again) I'm sorry if I seem cocky. But how can I not be against this guy? I've ripped him apart verbally, and now tonight, I'm going to rip him apart physically.
Lance takes a couple of steps around the ring before continuing.
Lance Erickson: I just can't believe that someone would use a line like "Prepare to witness a hurricane". Quit waxing poetic and just be yourself. An apparently AIDS infected...moron with a chair. You really need to research your opponent and what he says before you come and try to break him down. All you're doing is bolstering my popularity when you come out and talk.
The audience murmurs their assent as Lance looks around and busts out a pose. The crowd pops huge.
Lance Erickson: You need to be a smart man to beat an intelligent worker. Sorry Chester, that's just not in the cards for you tonight. But don't worry, I've got a consolation prize lined up for you. I'll get the rest of The Four Horsemen to come out here and sign a picture for you. Just a reminder that you didn't lose to some schmuck. A reminder that you lost to greatness. So don't feel bad.
Lance pauses for a second to gather his thoughts again.
Lance Erickson: Look at me, I've been training nonstop. Not because I needed to. I've been in top form since First Rights. I've been training because I want to destroy and embarrass you. I'm here to fight my way to the top with my three comrades. I'm here to show everybody how a real man does things. Let's get "The Road to All In" started. If you have anything else to say, chester, I suggest you get it out now. You don't have that much time left before the first match tonight.
Lance throws down the microphone and hops up onto the middle rope, ripping off his shirt. He throws his shirt to one of the kids he bought the tickets for and poses to all the people with cameras, pointing at his abs. "Now You're a Man" blazes through the arena once again. and the crowd loses their minds as Lance vaults the ropes and lands nimbly on his feet before walking up the ramp.
Lance Erickson: Now, I made a promise to each and every one of you. I went to the ticket office before it opened and bought all of you front row seats to tonight's show.
Lance peels the rubber band off and hands two tickets to each kid, one for them and their parents, at random. Finally, he gets to a kid and his mother but has no more tickets. The kid looks sad and turns his head down. Lance kneels down in front of the kid and puts his hands on the kid's shoulders.
Lance Erickson: What? Did you think I forgot about you? See, You'll notice I handed out the tickets in a random order right? (The kid nods his head while sniffling) Well, it just so happens that I have two more tickets in my bag, but they're kind of special.
Lance reaches into his bag and produces to laminated badges complete with attached lanyard thay have "VIP" written on them. Lance hands one to the kid and the other to his mother. The kid brightens up quickly.
Lance Erickson: Backstage Passes. Now, all of you, the show starts soon. Go get your seats, and you two (points to the one kid and his mother), Let's go.
Lance leads the kid and mother around to the performer's entrance and they walk in. The scene cuts out.
***
The scene cuts back in with Lance and the family of two sitting in his locker room.
Lance Erickson: So, you've met some of the people that work here, seen the ring set up. What do you think?
Kid: Thank you Mr. Lance. The guys at school are never going to believe me.
Lance Erickson: Yeah they will.
Lance pulls the kid over and tosses his mother a disposable camera. Lance does a couple of poses with the kid mirroring his idol. Lance pops a tape in the VCR and plays Chester Coban's in-ring speech on the TV in the locker room. Lance smirks and walks with the family of two out of the locker room. He runs into a stagehand.
Lance Erickson: Tommy, would you take care of these two? Make sure they have a great place to watch the show from? (Kneels down to the kid again) Enjoy the show little guy. I gotta go to something.
Lance ruffles the kids hair and walks to the gorilla position right before the entrance ramp and grabs a microphone and cues his music. "Now You're a Man" blasts over the arena and charges down to the ring and slides in, bathing himself in the love of the crowd. He waits for the crowd to settle down.
Lance Erickson: I wanted to get in a few words before the show starts tonight. In front of all you here tonight. (crowd pops) Kind of funny, but I found out Chester Coban did a little speaking out here earlier. I wanted to come out here and say something to his face, but he was already done. For a man who says he fears nothing, he sure got out of here fast. I watched a nice tape of your villanous monologue and Chester, it actually made me laugh.
Lance Erickson: (after a pause) You impressed me Coban. Your incapacity to live in the realm of rational thought amuses me. It takes a lot to live in that world. You say when you pick up a chair, people start to tremble. Apparently this is a different locker room because I'm standing out here, solid as the rock of Gibraltar just like everybody else that will face you in the future. I hate to break it to you Chester, but you're getting old. It's time for you to step aside and let those with talent through.
The audience starts shouting "Lance, Lance, Lance."
Lance Erickson: Now now, settle down. It's funny though, Chester calls me unintelligent. Who's the one that actually WENT to college? Now, I have two simple little things here that prove Chester is an idiot. One, what in the blue hell is a bagwagon? As far as I'm concerned, if I were to jump on anything it would be the BANDwagon, and that isn't going to happen. Second, I never told you not to bring a chair to the match. I just said that if you brought something else, it might show a little bit of creativity on your part. I think a chainsaw is a bit much, but I won't stop you, I'll get the 1-2-3 regardless of what you have. AIDS? What you do in your free time doesn't bug me, but I really don't want you to give me AIDS and this is a family show, man. I bought a whole bunch of kids and their parents tickets tonight and this is what you give them?
The audience boos Chester even though he's not even out in the ring. Lance has a look on his face that pretty much states "I know".
Lance Erickson: You said that Tito wants you to come out here and refurbish my beautiful, sculpted bone structure. You can try. Hell, hit me with that chair. You're not Balls Mahoney, I'm not worried. I'll have to live with a little bruise. (meek little girl voice) I don't know if I could handle a bruise, it might hurt. (Normal voice again) I'm sorry if I seem cocky. But how can I not be against this guy? I've ripped him apart verbally, and now tonight, I'm going to rip him apart physically.
Lance takes a couple of steps around the ring before continuing.
Lance Erickson: I just can't believe that someone would use a line like "Prepare to witness a hurricane". Quit waxing poetic and just be yourself. An apparently AIDS infected...moron with a chair. You really need to research your opponent and what he says before you come and try to break him down. All you're doing is bolstering my popularity when you come out and talk.
The audience murmurs their assent as Lance looks around and busts out a pose. The crowd pops huge.
Lance Erickson: You need to be a smart man to beat an intelligent worker. Sorry Chester, that's just not in the cards for you tonight. But don't worry, I've got a consolation prize lined up for you. I'll get the rest of The Four Horsemen to come out here and sign a picture for you. Just a reminder that you didn't lose to some schmuck. A reminder that you lost to greatness. So don't feel bad.
Lance pauses for a second to gather his thoughts again.
Lance Erickson: Look at me, I've been training nonstop. Not because I needed to. I've been in top form since First Rights. I've been training because I want to destroy and embarrass you. I'm here to fight my way to the top with my three comrades. I'm here to show everybody how a real man does things. Let's get "The Road to All In" started. If you have anything else to say, chester, I suggest you get it out now. You don't have that much time left before the first match tonight.
Lance throws down the microphone and hops up onto the middle rope, ripping off his shirt. He throws his shirt to one of the kids he bought the tickets for and poses to all the people with cameras, pointing at his abs. "Now You're a Man" blazes through the arena once again. and the crowd loses their minds as Lance vaults the ropes and lands nimbly on his feet before walking up the ramp.