Post by lanceerickson on Apr 15, 2007 0:14:02 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance Erikson pushing himself hard on a rowing machine in a gym in Dodge City. Beads of sweat drip from his face as he lets out a roar and pushes himself even harder. Lance finally comes to rest as the machine winds down. Lance goes to wind down by doing some dips. After about fifty dips with weight attached to his waist, Lance drops down and dries the sweat from his hands. Lance takes the time to stretch his aching muscles before he snags up his bottle of water and drains it. Lance walks over to fill his drink at the water fountain and is stopped by a strapping lad who wants his autograph.
Lance pushes the kid out of the way and goes back to his workout. Finally, after thirty more grueling minutes, Lance collapses off of the dumbell bench he's sitting on and lays back on the floor, panting. With a resolve not seen in most men, Lance gets up and hops on a treadmill, turning it up as fast as it can go. Lance continues his run for a good ten minutes before he almost falls while trying to stop it. He wraps the towel around his neck, and draining his water, goes to relax in the sauna. Finally, as he opens the door, letting steam flood the entire area, Lance takes a quick shower and changes into his freshly laundered suit and shades. He exits the locker room and is sideswiped by Greg Kilgreen, who gets accidentally knocked over. Lance looks down at him with a grimace.
Lance Erikson: What the hell are you doing here?
Greg Kilgreen: I haven't spoken to you since people stopped liking you. Figured I needed to get a word from you going into Spring Breakage.
Lance Erikson: Whatever. Hurry it up, I've got somewhere to be.
Greg Kilgreen: Uh...here?
Lance leads Greg Kilgreen into the back area where a couple of chairs are stationed, and Lance plops down in one, kicking his feet up and lounging back. Greg pulls out a notepad and flips through a list of what are probably potential questions. Lance puts his arms behind his head as he sighs impatiently. Greg finally gets his papers in order and the camera starts rolling.
Greg Kilgreen: Okay, about what happened a couple of weeks ago...
Lance Erikson: (Interrupting) It's about Shane isn't it? You know what? I'm getting tired of these questions. (mocking tone) Why, Lance, Why'd you do it? What did Shane ever do to you? You know what? I'm tired of these questions. We're a group of guys who strive for greatness. Each and every one of our members needs to be able to hold up his end. Shane wasn't doing that. So we etched him out of the books. He's a piece of history now. It's in the past, let's leave it there.
Greg Kilgreen: Fair enough. Now, this week, you have one hell of...
Lance Erikson: Dave and I have a gauntlet to go through this week. These two are Tag Team Champions for a reason. They've held on to them for awhile so they're not a group to be taken for granted. Neither are their two cronies, Night and Daye.
Greg Kilgreen: Do you think Night and Daye will be a factor this week?
Lance Erikson: I wouldn't put it past those coniving bastards. They're going to find any way they can to keep their inbred paws on those titles. Dave and I are just going to simply have to take them away from them. Murderous Entertainment has only faced...how can I say this? The bottom of the barrel in POW Tag Division. Dave and I are the most dominating duo in the business right now. And I still stand with my opinion of Midnight Felon being the weak link of the team. BBK may not be strong, but he's fast. Fast guys are more of a problem.
Greg Kilgreen: So then you're worried about BBK?
Lance Erikson: Don't make me hurt you Greg. He's fast, but don't underestimate me either. He calls himself a master of counters. Well, I've got more collegiate experience than he can imagine. I've got counters for his counters, and if he comes up with something after that, I'll counter that too. BBK is going to wrestle me on my own turf. He's going to come to me on my terms, so I can take that ego of his, that pride of his and crush it. BBK and Midnight Felon are coming to my world at Spring Breakage. And my world consists of more pain and agony than either of them are used to. Dave Hunter and I will become the new Tag Team Champions one way or another. I will sacrifice my entire body to take what those two hold. Dave is more than willing to do the same.
Greg Kilgreen: Both BBK and Midnight Felon think Dave Hunter is going to be a liability for you this week. Care to respond to that?
Lance Erikson: Here's what I have to say to those two. Go ahead, take Dave Hunter for granted. Just remember what you said when he's covered you two in your own blood. I wouldn't have agreed to be a part of this team if I didn't have confidence in my partner. Dave Hunter is just as dangerous in the ring as I am. He's not some sub-par wrestler, nor am I, or the rest of the Horsemen. Murderous Entertainment has had one title under their belt. The Tag Team Championships which they stole. We've only had one title under our belt, but I held it. We're also up for the Tag Team Championships this week, and last week, Big Ci took a battle of epic proportions to the Valor Champion George Duke, and he's straight from the bowels of hell.
These men...if that's what you can call them, are simply a band of thieves. We, the Four Horsemen, are the greatest of great in POW. Every single one of us has been up for or is up for a championship, and we will, every single one of us will hold gold at the same time. Dave and I are going to hold the Tag Titles, and Big Ci is going to win the AAA match to get his shot at whatever belt he wants. Hell, I'll even hold the Heavyweight Championship in the future once Tito Capaci realizes that I deserve a shot.
Greg Kilgreen: Bold words. What about the fourth member? Is anybody going to fill that?
Lance Erikson: All I know is that Big Ci's been talking with somebody. I don't know who, or when, or even if we're going to get this person. I swear, the next person who asks me is going to get knocked out.
Lance gets a phone call and after a moment of listening, he gets up out of the chair and starts heading out with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. Greg Kilgreen watches as Lance walks confidently out of the gym, pushing a couple of guys who are shooting the shit in the middle of the walkway out of his way. Lance exits into the bright sunlight and hops into a waiting cab.
Lance pushes the kid out of the way and goes back to his workout. Finally, after thirty more grueling minutes, Lance collapses off of the dumbell bench he's sitting on and lays back on the floor, panting. With a resolve not seen in most men, Lance gets up and hops on a treadmill, turning it up as fast as it can go. Lance continues his run for a good ten minutes before he almost falls while trying to stop it. He wraps the towel around his neck, and draining his water, goes to relax in the sauna. Finally, as he opens the door, letting steam flood the entire area, Lance takes a quick shower and changes into his freshly laundered suit and shades. He exits the locker room and is sideswiped by Greg Kilgreen, who gets accidentally knocked over. Lance looks down at him with a grimace.
Lance Erikson: What the hell are you doing here?
Greg Kilgreen: I haven't spoken to you since people stopped liking you. Figured I needed to get a word from you going into Spring Breakage.
Lance Erikson: Whatever. Hurry it up, I've got somewhere to be.
Greg Kilgreen: Uh...here?
Lance leads Greg Kilgreen into the back area where a couple of chairs are stationed, and Lance plops down in one, kicking his feet up and lounging back. Greg pulls out a notepad and flips through a list of what are probably potential questions. Lance puts his arms behind his head as he sighs impatiently. Greg finally gets his papers in order and the camera starts rolling.
Greg Kilgreen: Okay, about what happened a couple of weeks ago...
Lance Erikson: (Interrupting) It's about Shane isn't it? You know what? I'm getting tired of these questions. (mocking tone) Why, Lance, Why'd you do it? What did Shane ever do to you? You know what? I'm tired of these questions. We're a group of guys who strive for greatness. Each and every one of our members needs to be able to hold up his end. Shane wasn't doing that. So we etched him out of the books. He's a piece of history now. It's in the past, let's leave it there.
Greg Kilgreen: Fair enough. Now, this week, you have one hell of...
Lance Erikson: Dave and I have a gauntlet to go through this week. These two are Tag Team Champions for a reason. They've held on to them for awhile so they're not a group to be taken for granted. Neither are their two cronies, Night and Daye.
Greg Kilgreen: Do you think Night and Daye will be a factor this week?
Lance Erikson: I wouldn't put it past those coniving bastards. They're going to find any way they can to keep their inbred paws on those titles. Dave and I are just going to simply have to take them away from them. Murderous Entertainment has only faced...how can I say this? The bottom of the barrel in POW Tag Division. Dave and I are the most dominating duo in the business right now. And I still stand with my opinion of Midnight Felon being the weak link of the team. BBK may not be strong, but he's fast. Fast guys are more of a problem.
Greg Kilgreen: So then you're worried about BBK?
Lance Erikson: Don't make me hurt you Greg. He's fast, but don't underestimate me either. He calls himself a master of counters. Well, I've got more collegiate experience than he can imagine. I've got counters for his counters, and if he comes up with something after that, I'll counter that too. BBK is going to wrestle me on my own turf. He's going to come to me on my terms, so I can take that ego of his, that pride of his and crush it. BBK and Midnight Felon are coming to my world at Spring Breakage. And my world consists of more pain and agony than either of them are used to. Dave Hunter and I will become the new Tag Team Champions one way or another. I will sacrifice my entire body to take what those two hold. Dave is more than willing to do the same.
Greg Kilgreen: Both BBK and Midnight Felon think Dave Hunter is going to be a liability for you this week. Care to respond to that?
Lance Erikson: Here's what I have to say to those two. Go ahead, take Dave Hunter for granted. Just remember what you said when he's covered you two in your own blood. I wouldn't have agreed to be a part of this team if I didn't have confidence in my partner. Dave Hunter is just as dangerous in the ring as I am. He's not some sub-par wrestler, nor am I, or the rest of the Horsemen. Murderous Entertainment has had one title under their belt. The Tag Team Championships which they stole. We've only had one title under our belt, but I held it. We're also up for the Tag Team Championships this week, and last week, Big Ci took a battle of epic proportions to the Valor Champion George Duke, and he's straight from the bowels of hell.
These men...if that's what you can call them, are simply a band of thieves. We, the Four Horsemen, are the greatest of great in POW. Every single one of us has been up for or is up for a championship, and we will, every single one of us will hold gold at the same time. Dave and I are going to hold the Tag Titles, and Big Ci is going to win the AAA match to get his shot at whatever belt he wants. Hell, I'll even hold the Heavyweight Championship in the future once Tito Capaci realizes that I deserve a shot.
Greg Kilgreen: Bold words. What about the fourth member? Is anybody going to fill that?
Lance Erikson: All I know is that Big Ci's been talking with somebody. I don't know who, or when, or even if we're going to get this person. I swear, the next person who asks me is going to get knocked out.
Lance gets a phone call and after a moment of listening, he gets up out of the chair and starts heading out with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. Greg Kilgreen watches as Lance walks confidently out of the gym, pushing a couple of guys who are shooting the shit in the middle of the walkway out of his way. Lance exits into the bright sunlight and hops into a waiting cab.