Post by lanceerickson on Apr 17, 2007 1:39:55 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance Erikson walking around the Dodge Civic Center, three days before Spring Breakage. The building doesn't even come close to looking like it would, in less than half a week, hold the biggest professional wrestling event the city has ever seen. The camera follows Lance around as he wades through the masses who are all mindlessley checking out new cars and talking about things like the best place ot get a lift or a gun rack for a truck. After checking a couple of cars out, Lance walks outside into the smoking area and stands, trenchcoat and hair flapping in the wind dramatically.
Lance Erikson: Soon...
He looks over into the parking lot, looking at all the happy families who are entering and exiting the place. Some with little kids and cotton candy, while others have programs and brochures from various car dealers.
Lance Erikson: Soon, BBK and Midnight Felon. Soon, both of you will have to back up each and every thing you have said over the past week. I've dealt with a lot of BS during my tenure here in POW, but you two flat out win the prize. I've heard so much garbage come out of your mouths that this shithole almost seems like a nice place in comparison. I congratulate you two, that's hard to do.
BBK, you've shown me respect, so here's what you're going to get from me. Even with all the crap you've been flinging my way and your purchases, you've found time to study my tapes. Good for you. Learn all you can about me, I'd even suggest digging up some of my old stuff from college. You may be halfway decent, but you'll need all the help you can get. Your name is fitting, Mr. Ego. You've got quite an arrogant streak within you. The only problem is, there is a difference between arrogance and confidence. Arrogance gets you nowhere aside from making you look like an ass. If you want confidence, take a page out of my book.
Lance pauses for a second to brush a stray strand of hair out of his face.
Lance Erikson: Midnight Felon...what can I say about you? Except that I don't really like you. Yeah, it was sure great to see you having a Brady Bunch moment with the family. I want you to notice something. I haven't even said one thing to or about your wife. Nor have I said anything about Tasha. Holly sticks around as long as she wants to, no more, no less. Why don't you do the smart thing and stay on topic before she gets medieval on your ass. I know it may be hard to do the smart thing, but you can try can't you?
Lance pauses for a second as he takes his shades off to clean them. After he gets them looking spectacular, he puts them back on.
Lance Erikson: Now, the way you talk to me BBK, it sounds like you want to be my friend after the match is all said and done. That doesn't sound all that great to me. I understand what's going through that head of yours. Yeah, I've checked, you were great. But you're getting old now. Maybe you'd like somebody to pass the torch to and that's fine, but it won't be me. After Dave and I beat you, I don't want anything to do with you. You've had your fun in the sun, now it's time to hang up the tights and let those of us who are still capable take the helm.
You two have been looking at me, talking like all I have is my speed and agility. I have one thing to call that; a dangerous mistake. You forget that I'm 280 pounds of pure muscle. Yes, you're right, I'm very fast, but I'm also stronger than anybody you've faced yet. All of my attributes are the reason I haven't been legitimately pinned yet. BBK, you may be undefeated and a damn good wrestler, but you're also undefeated because you've only been in tag team matches. You've always had that person to watch your back. Meet me in the ring in a single's match without your band of cronies and defeat me. Then you'll be able to talk.
I'm issuing a challenge to both of you right now. Pin me. No weapons, feet on the ropes, no help from Night and Daye. PIN MY SHOULDERS TO THE MAT! If you can accomplish that, then, and ONLY THEN will I acknowledge your ability and right to hold onto those tag belts. Seeing as you're both showing no respect or fear of Dave, even if you pin him, I'll still deem you unworthy, and I still will have never been honestly beaten.
Lance steps forward, toward the camera.
Lance Erickson: Look at the pros and cons of this situation. If Dave and I lose, we'll still be headed for greatness in this company and you two will only be the Tag Team Champions. If we lose this match, I'm still headed upward. Hell, I might even get a shot at George Duke or Shawn Stevens, and you two will still be right here. If we win this match. If we humiliate you in front of a sold out crowd, we will have dethroned the group of bastards. We will have taken down the two that everybody said couldn't lose. Even then, we'll still be headed upward. You two will then fall from the light. Your careers will die and you two will look forward to opening for me on a weekly basis. I'll be the main event and you two will be the opening act. Your matches will be there so everybody can get something to drink and get comfortable while waiting to see the main draw. But don't worry BBK, you'll still have that precious *smirk* 'Ego Title'. The title that you brag constantly about but I've never seen defended.
Lance pushes the cameraman out of the way and walks to the exit. He crashes through the doors and heads out to his pristine car, which is conveniently parked right up close.
::Fade Out::
Lance Erikson: Soon...
He looks over into the parking lot, looking at all the happy families who are entering and exiting the place. Some with little kids and cotton candy, while others have programs and brochures from various car dealers.
Lance Erikson: Soon, BBK and Midnight Felon. Soon, both of you will have to back up each and every thing you have said over the past week. I've dealt with a lot of BS during my tenure here in POW, but you two flat out win the prize. I've heard so much garbage come out of your mouths that this shithole almost seems like a nice place in comparison. I congratulate you two, that's hard to do.
BBK, you've shown me respect, so here's what you're going to get from me. Even with all the crap you've been flinging my way and your purchases, you've found time to study my tapes. Good for you. Learn all you can about me, I'd even suggest digging up some of my old stuff from college. You may be halfway decent, but you'll need all the help you can get. Your name is fitting, Mr. Ego. You've got quite an arrogant streak within you. The only problem is, there is a difference between arrogance and confidence. Arrogance gets you nowhere aside from making you look like an ass. If you want confidence, take a page out of my book.
Lance pauses for a second to brush a stray strand of hair out of his face.
Lance Erikson: Midnight Felon...what can I say about you? Except that I don't really like you. Yeah, it was sure great to see you having a Brady Bunch moment with the family. I want you to notice something. I haven't even said one thing to or about your wife. Nor have I said anything about Tasha. Holly sticks around as long as she wants to, no more, no less. Why don't you do the smart thing and stay on topic before she gets medieval on your ass. I know it may be hard to do the smart thing, but you can try can't you?
Lance pauses for a second as he takes his shades off to clean them. After he gets them looking spectacular, he puts them back on.
Lance Erikson: Now, the way you talk to me BBK, it sounds like you want to be my friend after the match is all said and done. That doesn't sound all that great to me. I understand what's going through that head of yours. Yeah, I've checked, you were great. But you're getting old now. Maybe you'd like somebody to pass the torch to and that's fine, but it won't be me. After Dave and I beat you, I don't want anything to do with you. You've had your fun in the sun, now it's time to hang up the tights and let those of us who are still capable take the helm.
You two have been looking at me, talking like all I have is my speed and agility. I have one thing to call that; a dangerous mistake. You forget that I'm 280 pounds of pure muscle. Yes, you're right, I'm very fast, but I'm also stronger than anybody you've faced yet. All of my attributes are the reason I haven't been legitimately pinned yet. BBK, you may be undefeated and a damn good wrestler, but you're also undefeated because you've only been in tag team matches. You've always had that person to watch your back. Meet me in the ring in a single's match without your band of cronies and defeat me. Then you'll be able to talk.
I'm issuing a challenge to both of you right now. Pin me. No weapons, feet on the ropes, no help from Night and Daye. PIN MY SHOULDERS TO THE MAT! If you can accomplish that, then, and ONLY THEN will I acknowledge your ability and right to hold onto those tag belts. Seeing as you're both showing no respect or fear of Dave, even if you pin him, I'll still deem you unworthy, and I still will have never been honestly beaten.
Lance steps forward, toward the camera.
Lance Erickson: Look at the pros and cons of this situation. If Dave and I lose, we'll still be headed for greatness in this company and you two will only be the Tag Team Champions. If we lose this match, I'm still headed upward. Hell, I might even get a shot at George Duke or Shawn Stevens, and you two will still be right here. If we win this match. If we humiliate you in front of a sold out crowd, we will have dethroned the group of bastards. We will have taken down the two that everybody said couldn't lose. Even then, we'll still be headed upward. You two will then fall from the light. Your careers will die and you two will look forward to opening for me on a weekly basis. I'll be the main event and you two will be the opening act. Your matches will be there so everybody can get something to drink and get comfortable while waiting to see the main draw. But don't worry BBK, you'll still have that precious *smirk* 'Ego Title'. The title that you brag constantly about but I've never seen defended.
Lance pushes the cameraman out of the way and walks to the exit. He crashes through the doors and heads out to his pristine car, which is conveniently parked right up close.
::Fade Out::