Post by lanceerickson on Apr 2, 2007 1:12:43 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance Erickson coming out of Pop's shop, sporting a brand new and strangely enough, complete suit. It is completely black, except for the shiny purple tie he has on underneath the jacket. Lance stretches a few times, testing out the suit and he nods to himself at the results. After pulling his hair back, Lance wanders across the street and picks up a Met-Rx PowerBar and a gatorade. He munches on the PowerBar as massages his neck that's sore from the day's workout. He looks up at the sky, which is going dark and then checks his watch.
Lance: Damn...I'm late.
Lance hops into his Beemer and peels out of his parking spot as the camera fades out. The camera cuts back in as Lance almost skids into a space outside of a swanky joint. He goes to walk in, but the doorman stops him.
Doorman: (Looking up to Lance) Sorry sir, no outside food or drink is allowed. You're going to have to throw those away.
He motions to a garbage bin. Lance stares at the little man for a second before he shrugs and chugs the rest of his drink. He pitches it toward the trash and it completely misses. Lance walks over and slams the empty bottle into the can. He gets back to the doorman who graciously opens the door for Lance who slips him a twenty. Lance gets inside to see plenty of gentlemen dressed like him with high class arm candy while swilling down maritinis and margaritas. Lance looks around for his comrades and sees them in a corner, next to a pool table. Lance saunters over to them while taking off his suit jacket. Big Ci and Shane Hunter notice him walking over and look at him; aghast.
Big Ci: Whoa!
Dave: Yeah, no shit...SHANE! GET OVER HERE!
Shane Hunter walks over from the bar where he was working the maneuvers on some random girl. He trips and falls after seeing Lance's new suit.
Shane: What the...(catches himself on the pool table)
Lance: Good? We gonna have problems with this anymore?
Big Ci: I don't see why we would.
Dave: Nope.
Shane: Who died?
Lance chucks his keys at Shane who ducks and then goes off to retrieve them after a look from Dave. Lance takes his seat in between the two other guys and looks around. The silence could be cut with a knife.
Dave: So, why'd you decide to get a normal suit this time?
Lance: (Chuckles) Yeah, this. I was just doing some thinking. I've been feeling like I've been slipping a bit, and I'm still a rookie.
Shane: (Interrupting) A rookie who was champion.
Lance: Shut up...yeah, I was champ. For a week. Anyway, I just felt like I needed to do something different. You know, embrace the partnership that we have in the Four Horsemen. To do that, I gotta respect the ideals of old, the high-class feel and whatnot. I've also been working on my amateur skill with a wide variety of guys.
Big Ci: What else?
Lance: Hah, yeah, what else. I've been working on my Jiu-Jitsu...cause they have things that are illegal in collegiate wrestling that are just...brutal. Anyway, why are we all just sitting around? Let's shoot some pool.
Lance pops a couple of quarters into the pool table and racks the balls while Big Ci grabs a couple sticks and passes them around. Dave and Shane hook up, leaving Ci and Lance as partners for a game of scotch doubles.
Dave: (Breaking) So you're ready for this Thursday right? We don't need a half-ass performance from you. Not when we're going up against some of the best POW has to offer. Two champions, a huge guy, and a legend in the biz.
Lance: Don't worry about me, I'm more than ready. I just kind of feel bad for you guys. Duke and Black, all they're talking about is me. So I may need some help if they're going to be marking me like that. But I'm not going to back down.
Big Ci walks over and shoots, missing, giving the shot to the Hunters.
Ci: You gonna do what you always do?
Lance: (Taking his shot, making it) I'm going to do what I do and more. I'm going to take it to George Duke and Black. Bloodmoon isn't going to be easy, but he's not THAT much bigger than me...and Ci, you whipped up on Nick Pickle$. Not a problem there. But I think Duke'll be surprised when I lay him out. He doesn't realize this, but we're all Heavyweight Championship material.
Ci: We'll know for sure after we win this match. Don't get ahead of yourself Lance.
Lance: Don't worry, I got ahead of myself last week and look what happened. Although, we all need to do something this week.
Shane: Yeah?
Lance: Well, obviously, we need to work like a well oiled machine. But we also, whoever's not in the ring, need to watch out for Master Lee and Bubba.
Ci: Yeah, most definently. If there's anybody who can put a kink in our win, it's those two. This is more like a handicapped match.
Dave: Don't worry, I'll take care of whoever tries to screw with the Four Horsemen.
Ci: Hey, we all will. Besides, I already have a bone to pick with Duke, calling us all...limeys. Those are fighting words.
The four guys cross sticks after Shane sinks the winning shot and make a non-verbal pact to do everything in their power to show their opponents who they're dealing with at the Road to Spring Breakage.
Lance: Damn...I'm late.
Lance hops into his Beemer and peels out of his parking spot as the camera fades out. The camera cuts back in as Lance almost skids into a space outside of a swanky joint. He goes to walk in, but the doorman stops him.
Doorman: (Looking up to Lance) Sorry sir, no outside food or drink is allowed. You're going to have to throw those away.
He motions to a garbage bin. Lance stares at the little man for a second before he shrugs and chugs the rest of his drink. He pitches it toward the trash and it completely misses. Lance walks over and slams the empty bottle into the can. He gets back to the doorman who graciously opens the door for Lance who slips him a twenty. Lance gets inside to see plenty of gentlemen dressed like him with high class arm candy while swilling down maritinis and margaritas. Lance looks around for his comrades and sees them in a corner, next to a pool table. Lance saunters over to them while taking off his suit jacket. Big Ci and Shane Hunter notice him walking over and look at him; aghast.
Big Ci: Whoa!
Dave: Yeah, no shit...SHANE! GET OVER HERE!
Shane Hunter walks over from the bar where he was working the maneuvers on some random girl. He trips and falls after seeing Lance's new suit.
Shane: What the...(catches himself on the pool table)
Lance: Good? We gonna have problems with this anymore?
Big Ci: I don't see why we would.
Dave: Nope.
Shane: Who died?
Lance chucks his keys at Shane who ducks and then goes off to retrieve them after a look from Dave. Lance takes his seat in between the two other guys and looks around. The silence could be cut with a knife.
Dave: So, why'd you decide to get a normal suit this time?
Lance: (Chuckles) Yeah, this. I was just doing some thinking. I've been feeling like I've been slipping a bit, and I'm still a rookie.
Shane: (Interrupting) A rookie who was champion.
Lance: Shut up...yeah, I was champ. For a week. Anyway, I just felt like I needed to do something different. You know, embrace the partnership that we have in the Four Horsemen. To do that, I gotta respect the ideals of old, the high-class feel and whatnot. I've also been working on my amateur skill with a wide variety of guys.
Big Ci: What else?
Lance: Hah, yeah, what else. I've been working on my Jiu-Jitsu...cause they have things that are illegal in collegiate wrestling that are just...brutal. Anyway, why are we all just sitting around? Let's shoot some pool.
Lance pops a couple of quarters into the pool table and racks the balls while Big Ci grabs a couple sticks and passes them around. Dave and Shane hook up, leaving Ci and Lance as partners for a game of scotch doubles.
Dave: (Breaking) So you're ready for this Thursday right? We don't need a half-ass performance from you. Not when we're going up against some of the best POW has to offer. Two champions, a huge guy, and a legend in the biz.
Lance: Don't worry about me, I'm more than ready. I just kind of feel bad for you guys. Duke and Black, all they're talking about is me. So I may need some help if they're going to be marking me like that. But I'm not going to back down.
Big Ci walks over and shoots, missing, giving the shot to the Hunters.
Ci: You gonna do what you always do?
Lance: (Taking his shot, making it) I'm going to do what I do and more. I'm going to take it to George Duke and Black. Bloodmoon isn't going to be easy, but he's not THAT much bigger than me...and Ci, you whipped up on Nick Pickle$. Not a problem there. But I think Duke'll be surprised when I lay him out. He doesn't realize this, but we're all Heavyweight Championship material.
Ci: We'll know for sure after we win this match. Don't get ahead of yourself Lance.
Lance: Don't worry, I got ahead of myself last week and look what happened. Although, we all need to do something this week.
Shane: Yeah?
Lance: Well, obviously, we need to work like a well oiled machine. But we also, whoever's not in the ring, need to watch out for Master Lee and Bubba.
Ci: Yeah, most definently. If there's anybody who can put a kink in our win, it's those two. This is more like a handicapped match.
Dave: Don't worry, I'll take care of whoever tries to screw with the Four Horsemen.
Ci: Hey, we all will. Besides, I already have a bone to pick with Duke, calling us all...limeys. Those are fighting words.
The four guys cross sticks after Shane sinks the winning shot and make a non-verbal pact to do everything in their power to show their opponents who they're dealing with at the Road to Spring Breakage.