Post by lanceerickson on Apr 27, 2007 23:55:32 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance Erikson reclining back at Reck Maverick's welcoming party, at the expense of Big Ci. Lance is relaxing on a plushy sofa with Holly at his side. Lance and Holly are both sipping on some form of cocktail while Reck Maverick leaps around, celebrating and drinking his weight in Diet Pepsi. Holly watches Reck Maverick doing his thing with interest.
Holly: He's really...weird...
Lance Erikson: Yeah, definently, but he's one of the best this company has to offer. A psychadelic asset if you will.
Reck Maverick pops open another Diet Pepsi while doing the Ninja Dance with himself. Ninja's need no women after all. They're just distractions. Reck makes his way over to Lance who is still sitting on the plushy sofa.
Reck Maverick: Come on Lance! Join the party!
Lance Erikson: This is how I party buddy. Go back to having your seizure, I'm fine right here.
Reck Maverick plops down next to Lance on the sofa and looks over at him before taking another swig of the drink of champions.
Reck Maverick: What's on your mind buddy?
Lance Erikson: Not a whole lot. Just sitting here, enjoying my free time, welcoming the newest insane member of the Four Horsemen.
Reck Maverick: (Patting Lance on the back) Well, you earned your time off. You did what Macros and I couldn't. You guys gave Murderous Entertainment their first loss.
Lance Erikson: They went too far, they brought pride into the match. There was no way I could let them win. And I had some talented guys on my side.
Big Ci comes strolling over and holds out his hand to Lance. Lance reaches up and shakes Big Ci's hand. Big Ci plunks down on the sofa as well, forcing Lance to stop stretching out and sit up straight.
Lance Erikson: You know, there ARE other chairs over there.
Big Ci: (laughing) This one's more comfortable. Besides, maybe Reck'll get you to lighten up a bit.
Lance Erikson: (raises eyebrow above shades) Why? I'm in POW to win matches. You asked me to join a few months ago because I'm one of the elite in this company. So far I haven't let you down. You never said being here was about personality.
Big Ci: ...
Reck Maverick: ...
Holly: Who is it this week?
Lance Erikson: That...guy...who took Showtime's girl. Lestat.
Reck Maverick: Make Anne Rice your ninja-bitch! (strikes a pose)
Lance Erikson: Nah, Fire's already made him her bitch. (tries to get comfortable) I don't know why somebody like me, the guy who ended the match last night, gets stuck with this weirdo. Well, I haven't used Stake the Vampire yet. Maybe I'll get it in on this one.
Big Ci: Maybe? Since when have you been like that? You're the toughest guy I know. If Lestat actually shows he's capable of taking you on, make him tap out.
Lance shifts around, still trying to find his niche on the sofa. Reck Maverick opens yet another Diet Pepsi while Big Ci somehow manages to stretch out, cramping everybody else in. Finally, Lance pushes Reck into Big Ci, forcing them both off the couch to find their separate seats.
Big Ci: (as Lance stretches back out) What was that for?
Lance Erikson: (Ignoring Big Ci) Sorry to say, but I've been thinking. Mainly because I was the one to get the pin last night, Tito's giving me an easy week. You two have to deal with Murderous Intent again while I get this Tom Cruise wannabe. (sneers) A bigger nancy-boy I haven't seen. What Fire sees in him is beyond me. Doesn't matter anyway, she'll coddle him after I bruise and batter his body...just what he wants. Looks like we'll both be getting what we're after. Some bimbo pining over his wounds is what he wants, and I want the victory.
The scene fades out with the group continuing to chat and welcome Reck Maverick into the fold of the elite four.
::End::
Holly: He's really...weird...
Lance Erikson: Yeah, definently, but he's one of the best this company has to offer. A psychadelic asset if you will.
Reck Maverick pops open another Diet Pepsi while doing the Ninja Dance with himself. Ninja's need no women after all. They're just distractions. Reck makes his way over to Lance who is still sitting on the plushy sofa.
Reck Maverick: Come on Lance! Join the party!
Lance Erikson: This is how I party buddy. Go back to having your seizure, I'm fine right here.
Reck Maverick plops down next to Lance on the sofa and looks over at him before taking another swig of the drink of champions.
Reck Maverick: What's on your mind buddy?
Lance Erikson: Not a whole lot. Just sitting here, enjoying my free time, welcoming the newest insane member of the Four Horsemen.
Reck Maverick: (Patting Lance on the back) Well, you earned your time off. You did what Macros and I couldn't. You guys gave Murderous Entertainment their first loss.
Lance Erikson: They went too far, they brought pride into the match. There was no way I could let them win. And I had some talented guys on my side.
Big Ci comes strolling over and holds out his hand to Lance. Lance reaches up and shakes Big Ci's hand. Big Ci plunks down on the sofa as well, forcing Lance to stop stretching out and sit up straight.
Lance Erikson: You know, there ARE other chairs over there.
Big Ci: (laughing) This one's more comfortable. Besides, maybe Reck'll get you to lighten up a bit.
Lance Erikson: (raises eyebrow above shades) Why? I'm in POW to win matches. You asked me to join a few months ago because I'm one of the elite in this company. So far I haven't let you down. You never said being here was about personality.
Big Ci: ...
Reck Maverick: ...
Holly: Who is it this week?
Lance Erikson: That...guy...who took Showtime's girl. Lestat.
Reck Maverick: Make Anne Rice your ninja-bitch! (strikes a pose)
Lance Erikson: Nah, Fire's already made him her bitch. (tries to get comfortable) I don't know why somebody like me, the guy who ended the match last night, gets stuck with this weirdo. Well, I haven't used Stake the Vampire yet. Maybe I'll get it in on this one.
Big Ci: Maybe? Since when have you been like that? You're the toughest guy I know. If Lestat actually shows he's capable of taking you on, make him tap out.
Lance shifts around, still trying to find his niche on the sofa. Reck Maverick opens yet another Diet Pepsi while Big Ci somehow manages to stretch out, cramping everybody else in. Finally, Lance pushes Reck into Big Ci, forcing them both off the couch to find their separate seats.
Big Ci: (as Lance stretches back out) What was that for?
Lance Erikson: (Ignoring Big Ci) Sorry to say, but I've been thinking. Mainly because I was the one to get the pin last night, Tito's giving me an easy week. You two have to deal with Murderous Intent again while I get this Tom Cruise wannabe. (sneers) A bigger nancy-boy I haven't seen. What Fire sees in him is beyond me. Doesn't matter anyway, she'll coddle him after I bruise and batter his body...just what he wants. Looks like we'll both be getting what we're after. Some bimbo pining over his wounds is what he wants, and I want the victory.
The scene fades out with the group continuing to chat and welcome Reck Maverick into the fold of the elite four.
::End::