Post by lanceerickson on Apr 14, 2007 11:51:32 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance Erikson stepping off of a plane in the Dodge City Regional Airport. He looks around with a bit of a sneer before he turns around, looking for Big Ci and Dave Hunter. Both men look around, especially the Brit, Dave Hunter who looks around in awe.
Lance Erikson: (Sneering) Welcome, gentlemen, to the armpit of the country.
Big Ci laughs while Dave Hunter looks around.
Dave Hunter: Armpit?
Lance Erikson: Yeah, Dodge City is about as low as you can get. (adjusts his tie) This place is the redneck haven of the country. Tobacco chewin', loogie spittin', inbred swine of the United States. Why on earth Tito would want to hold a show down here is beyond me.
Big Ci: Hey, I just think it's nice to have a change of scenery.
Lance Erikson: I need a drink, just being here makes me feel infected by something. You two do whatever you want. I'll meet you at the hotel later.
Lance wanders off to find the airport bar with Dave Hunter in tow while Big Ci grabs his bag and sets off for the hotel to get checked in. After getting directions from the slackjawed airport security officer, Lance finds his way to the bar. He sits down and before he can say anything, the bartender plops two Budweisers down, one for Lance and Dave.
Lance Erikson: What's this? I don't want this piss-water. I want real beer.
Bartender: Budweiser's as real as it gets, buddy. Cold and straight from the bottle.
Lance pours the beer into the frosted glass sitting next to the bottle and then takes a sip before he beckons the bartender closer.
Bartender: What can I do for ya, buddy?
Lance grabs hold of the bartender's Marlboro shirt collar and pulls him forward before he proceeds to dump the beer straight down his shirt. Lance then reels back and slaps the bartender silly before grabbing his suitcase and walking out of the bar.
Dave Hunter: What'd you do that for, mate?
Lance Erikson: His job is to serve me what I want, not piss-water. I just showed him that he wasn't doing his job.
Dave Hunter: Well, he did seem a bit incompetent...
Lance Erikson: I just wonder what BBK and Midnight Felon are going to think now that I just soiled their daddy...or brother...or both.
Lance and Dave walk out of the airport and they push a newlywed couple out of the way, stealing their cab. Dave flicks a 50 into the front seat and says "Holiday Inn". The cab driver speeds off, peeling out of the airport.
Dave Hunter: Holiday Inn...we're not some road trip family looking for a cheap room and free kid's meals...
Lance Erikson: Yeah, it's the best place we could find here. Kind of ridiculous if you ask me. But they do have a freeweight gym there. We can train there at least. And we could probably get you a free meal at dinner time.
Dave Hunter: Go to hell. Look, we can't cut any corners this week. These guys have held on to the belts since they stole them. They've even...
Lance Erikson: Had a couple of successful defenses. I know. I've been looking at some of their matches. Midnight Felon's their weak spot.
Dave Hunter: The big man?
Lance Erikson: Yeah, he's slow. I'm a fast ground guy, and you're one hell of a brawler. We're closer to his weight than he's used to what with all the fairy boys in this company who can't gain weight after eating McDonald's for a month.
Dave Hunter: Let's hand Felon the beating he's been waiting for.
Lance Erikson: Yeah...Hey, who's our fourth gonna be? Any ideas?
Dave Hunter: No, Ci's been talking to somebody, but he won't budge. I guess he wants it to be a surprise.
Lance Erikson: Hopefully nobody I'll have to hospitalize.
The cab driver lights up a smoke as he stops at a red light. Lance rolls down his window and drones on.
Lance Erikson: As long as it's somebody I can respect, then whatever.
Dave Hunter: The way he's being secretive makes me think it's somebody who'll piss me off.
Lance Erikson: Don't worry. As long as he brings the wins and the glory to the group. He'll be welcome to me.
Dave Hunter: True, but we can't worry about who it is. We've got a huge match at Spring Breakage. We've got to bring the belts home.
Lance Erikson: No shit. I figured something out last night. I'm undefeated in tag team matches. No matter what the cost, I've got to keep that streak alive. Anybody who f**ks with us better know this. We've got to take the fight to them, not let them bring it to us.
The cab finally pulls up to the Holiday Inn and Lance and Dave hop out to see Big Ci waiting there for them. Ci tosses them their room keys and they all head inside together.
::fade out::
Lance Erikson: (Sneering) Welcome, gentlemen, to the armpit of the country.
Big Ci laughs while Dave Hunter looks around.
Dave Hunter: Armpit?
Lance Erikson: Yeah, Dodge City is about as low as you can get. (adjusts his tie) This place is the redneck haven of the country. Tobacco chewin', loogie spittin', inbred swine of the United States. Why on earth Tito would want to hold a show down here is beyond me.
Big Ci: Hey, I just think it's nice to have a change of scenery.
Lance Erikson: I need a drink, just being here makes me feel infected by something. You two do whatever you want. I'll meet you at the hotel later.
Lance wanders off to find the airport bar with Dave Hunter in tow while Big Ci grabs his bag and sets off for the hotel to get checked in. After getting directions from the slackjawed airport security officer, Lance finds his way to the bar. He sits down and before he can say anything, the bartender plops two Budweisers down, one for Lance and Dave.
Lance Erikson: What's this? I don't want this piss-water. I want real beer.
Bartender: Budweiser's as real as it gets, buddy. Cold and straight from the bottle.
Lance pours the beer into the frosted glass sitting next to the bottle and then takes a sip before he beckons the bartender closer.
Bartender: What can I do for ya, buddy?
Lance grabs hold of the bartender's Marlboro shirt collar and pulls him forward before he proceeds to dump the beer straight down his shirt. Lance then reels back and slaps the bartender silly before grabbing his suitcase and walking out of the bar.
Dave Hunter: What'd you do that for, mate?
Lance Erikson: His job is to serve me what I want, not piss-water. I just showed him that he wasn't doing his job.
Dave Hunter: Well, he did seem a bit incompetent...
Lance Erikson: I just wonder what BBK and Midnight Felon are going to think now that I just soiled their daddy...or brother...or both.
Lance and Dave walk out of the airport and they push a newlywed couple out of the way, stealing their cab. Dave flicks a 50 into the front seat and says "Holiday Inn". The cab driver speeds off, peeling out of the airport.
Dave Hunter: Holiday Inn...we're not some road trip family looking for a cheap room and free kid's meals...
Lance Erikson: Yeah, it's the best place we could find here. Kind of ridiculous if you ask me. But they do have a freeweight gym there. We can train there at least. And we could probably get you a free meal at dinner time.
Dave Hunter: Go to hell. Look, we can't cut any corners this week. These guys have held on to the belts since they stole them. They've even...
Lance Erikson: Had a couple of successful defenses. I know. I've been looking at some of their matches. Midnight Felon's their weak spot.
Dave Hunter: The big man?
Lance Erikson: Yeah, he's slow. I'm a fast ground guy, and you're one hell of a brawler. We're closer to his weight than he's used to what with all the fairy boys in this company who can't gain weight after eating McDonald's for a month.
Dave Hunter: Let's hand Felon the beating he's been waiting for.
Lance Erikson: Yeah...Hey, who's our fourth gonna be? Any ideas?
Dave Hunter: No, Ci's been talking to somebody, but he won't budge. I guess he wants it to be a surprise.
Lance Erikson: Hopefully nobody I'll have to hospitalize.
The cab driver lights up a smoke as he stops at a red light. Lance rolls down his window and drones on.
Lance Erikson: As long as it's somebody I can respect, then whatever.
Dave Hunter: The way he's being secretive makes me think it's somebody who'll piss me off.
Lance Erikson: Don't worry. As long as he brings the wins and the glory to the group. He'll be welcome to me.
Dave Hunter: True, but we can't worry about who it is. We've got a huge match at Spring Breakage. We've got to bring the belts home.
Lance Erikson: No shit. I figured something out last night. I'm undefeated in tag team matches. No matter what the cost, I've got to keep that streak alive. Anybody who f**ks with us better know this. We've got to take the fight to them, not let them bring it to us.
The cab finally pulls up to the Holiday Inn and Lance and Dave hop out to see Big Ci waiting there for them. Ci tosses them their room keys and they all head inside together.
::fade out::