Post by lanceerickson on Apr 6, 2007 10:57:23 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance Erikson walking around backstage during a POW house show and autograph signing from the big stars. After refusing blankly to sign anything, Lance left the autograph session and is now heading to a back room. He opens the door and sees POW trainer James Gagne working with some potential new blood, trying to help him hone his skills. James looks up from the kid and sees Lance standing there, wearing his black suit complete with a trenchcoat and sunglasses. James Gagne grimaces at Lance before showing the kid one more counter and then sending him on his way. The kid leaves the training room and goes wide-eyed as he passes by Lance, leaning against the wall, who pays him no heed.
James Gagne: What the hell are you doing here?
Lance Erikson: You're the one who got me into the game and kept me sharp while I was here. I just felt obligated to tell you that I'm not going to be needing your services anymore.
James Gagne: Good, because I wouldn't help you train anyway.
Lance: Oh? Why's that?
James Gagne: You attacked a helpless kid, Lance! You and Dave should have helped him become better, not hospitalize the guy!
Lance: Why? I've been helping everybody but myself. I've been watching them get better and better while I stagnate. I'm here to go for POW gold! Something I've only had the briefest of tastes of. But I did like it, and I want it again.
James Gagne: You're being selfish Lance. I really don't want to deal with you anymore. Get out of here.
Lance smirks for a and then stands up off of his position on the wall, with his hands in his pockets.
Lance: Look here James. I came down here to tell you face to face that I wouldn't be requiring your services from here on out. I felt that you have earned that much through our history together. I had hoped that we could have left on a good note, but you felt obligated to preach to me. I'm warning you, don't do that.
James Gagne: Or what? What are you going to do Lance?
Lance pulls his hands out of his pockets, revealing that he's wearing a pair of brass knuckles. James Gagne backs up.
James Gagne: Whoa, that's a bit overboard. When did you become such a coward? Fight me like a man!
Lance doesn't even respond to Gagne's remark as he starts to advance on the man. A man blasts through the door, out of breath and both Lance and Gagne stop to stare.
Man: Mr. Erikson...it's time.
Lance: Give me a minute, I've got something to finish up here.
Man: No, you've got to go NOW. I've been looking for you for about 10 minutes now.
Lance shrugs as he pockets his brass knuckles as he turns his back on Gagne. He follows the man out, but stops at the door, and turns he head so he can see his former trainer.
Lance: Pray to god that we don't meet again.
Lance exits out of the room and follows the POW worker through the maze of locker rooms, press rooms, dark rooms where casino employees beat the hell out of cheaters, and finally out to the Ameristar Casino Lobby, where the autograph signing was taking place. The DJ booth starts playing "The Four Horsemen" by Metallica, and the audience, seeing Lance, starts jeering and booing. Lance steps up onto a podium and grabs a microphone. The audience quiets down with the respect Lance commands just by holding a microphone.
Lance: I bet you all can't believe what happened last night, can you? Lance Erikson, the person everybody loved, the guy who held the Television Title for ONE WEEK, betrayed you all. Didn't he?
The audience lets out a cheer, hoping that what Lance did was just a farse.
Lance: Look at you people. You make me sick. I do one thing, I beat the hell out of an idiot and all of a sudden you decide that you hate me. I say something to give you a sliver of hope and you're back to loving me. You f**king people turn more times a day than the wheels on your cars. If you're that easily swayed, then go back to hating me because it'll all be so much easier for you.
The small crowd jeers Lance again, and one perosn throws an empty drink glass at Lance who catches it and tosses it in the garbage.
Lance: (To security) Get him out of here. Anyway, what Dave and I did was exactly what we said. We trimmed the fat. We were willing to give Shane a chance if he wrestled well at the show, but obviously he didn't. We go into a match with some of the biggest names in POW. Valor Champion George Duke, Television Champion Black, German Juggernaut Victor Bloodmoon, and Big Ci's personal favorite, Nick Pickle$. We needed to work together to beat these guys and Shane almost loses the match for us by getting cut off. If he had deserved to be with us, that wouldn't have happened. He would've had the ability necessary to beat down any one of those guys.
Dave Hunter and I have a Tag Match this week against Nick Pickle$ and his partner, and some unknown guy teaming with a muppet. While all of you are watching in awe at our glory, Shane will be in the hospital. He'll be watching two of POW's greats acting together as a well-oiled machine. Shane'll be watching us working like a tag team should, and cleaning house. Nick Pickle$ has a great ring sense and a mind to go along with it. I'm sure he'll be telling his partner exactly what to do, and they'll do it well. But Dave and I are two great minds. And two heads are always better than one.
Lance taps his finger to his temple as he carefully places the microphone back into the stand. He snaps his fingers and the DJ plays "The Four Horsemen" by Metallica once again. Lance exits down off of the podium while the audience jeers and boos. They make way for Lance to exit the Casino all the while throwing insults and witty one-liners his way. Lance pays them no attention and leaves the Casino, getting in his car and driving away.
James Gagne: What the hell are you doing here?
Lance Erikson: You're the one who got me into the game and kept me sharp while I was here. I just felt obligated to tell you that I'm not going to be needing your services anymore.
James Gagne: Good, because I wouldn't help you train anyway.
Lance: Oh? Why's that?
James Gagne: You attacked a helpless kid, Lance! You and Dave should have helped him become better, not hospitalize the guy!
Lance: Why? I've been helping everybody but myself. I've been watching them get better and better while I stagnate. I'm here to go for POW gold! Something I've only had the briefest of tastes of. But I did like it, and I want it again.
James Gagne: You're being selfish Lance. I really don't want to deal with you anymore. Get out of here.
Lance smirks for a and then stands up off of his position on the wall, with his hands in his pockets.
Lance: Look here James. I came down here to tell you face to face that I wouldn't be requiring your services from here on out. I felt that you have earned that much through our history together. I had hoped that we could have left on a good note, but you felt obligated to preach to me. I'm warning you, don't do that.
James Gagne: Or what? What are you going to do Lance?
Lance pulls his hands out of his pockets, revealing that he's wearing a pair of brass knuckles. James Gagne backs up.
James Gagne: Whoa, that's a bit overboard. When did you become such a coward? Fight me like a man!
Lance doesn't even respond to Gagne's remark as he starts to advance on the man. A man blasts through the door, out of breath and both Lance and Gagne stop to stare.
Man: Mr. Erikson...it's time.
Lance: Give me a minute, I've got something to finish up here.
Man: No, you've got to go NOW. I've been looking for you for about 10 minutes now.
Lance shrugs as he pockets his brass knuckles as he turns his back on Gagne. He follows the man out, but stops at the door, and turns he head so he can see his former trainer.
Lance: Pray to god that we don't meet again.
Lance exits out of the room and follows the POW worker through the maze of locker rooms, press rooms, dark rooms where casino employees beat the hell out of cheaters, and finally out to the Ameristar Casino Lobby, where the autograph signing was taking place. The DJ booth starts playing "The Four Horsemen" by Metallica, and the audience, seeing Lance, starts jeering and booing. Lance steps up onto a podium and grabs a microphone. The audience quiets down with the respect Lance commands just by holding a microphone.
Lance: I bet you all can't believe what happened last night, can you? Lance Erikson, the person everybody loved, the guy who held the Television Title for ONE WEEK, betrayed you all. Didn't he?
The audience lets out a cheer, hoping that what Lance did was just a farse.
Lance: Look at you people. You make me sick. I do one thing, I beat the hell out of an idiot and all of a sudden you decide that you hate me. I say something to give you a sliver of hope and you're back to loving me. You f**king people turn more times a day than the wheels on your cars. If you're that easily swayed, then go back to hating me because it'll all be so much easier for you.
The small crowd jeers Lance again, and one perosn throws an empty drink glass at Lance who catches it and tosses it in the garbage.
Lance: (To security) Get him out of here. Anyway, what Dave and I did was exactly what we said. We trimmed the fat. We were willing to give Shane a chance if he wrestled well at the show, but obviously he didn't. We go into a match with some of the biggest names in POW. Valor Champion George Duke, Television Champion Black, German Juggernaut Victor Bloodmoon, and Big Ci's personal favorite, Nick Pickle$. We needed to work together to beat these guys and Shane almost loses the match for us by getting cut off. If he had deserved to be with us, that wouldn't have happened. He would've had the ability necessary to beat down any one of those guys.
Dave Hunter and I have a Tag Match this week against Nick Pickle$ and his partner, and some unknown guy teaming with a muppet. While all of you are watching in awe at our glory, Shane will be in the hospital. He'll be watching two of POW's greats acting together as a well-oiled machine. Shane'll be watching us working like a tag team should, and cleaning house. Nick Pickle$ has a great ring sense and a mind to go along with it. I'm sure he'll be telling his partner exactly what to do, and they'll do it well. But Dave and I are two great minds. And two heads are always better than one.
Lance taps his finger to his temple as he carefully places the microphone back into the stand. He snaps his fingers and the DJ plays "The Four Horsemen" by Metallica once again. Lance exits down off of the podium while the audience jeers and boos. They make way for Lance to exit the Casino all the while throwing insults and witty one-liners his way. Lance pays them no attention and leaves the Casino, getting in his car and driving away.