Post by lanceerickson on Apr 24, 2007 14:29:38 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance Erikson sitting in his BMW outside the Star Pavilion backstage entrance. He is reclined back slightly with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed behind his shades. He lets out a sigh and leans the seat forward, opening his eyes. Glancing in his rear-view mirror, he sees Sensational Shawn Stevens walking by. Lance grabs his bag and hurries out of his car. When he finally got into the main section of the parking lot, Shawn was about fifty feet away.
Lance Erikson: (Yells) STEVENS!!!
Shawn Stevens turns around and sees Lance walking toward him. He pauses, waiting for Lance to get to him.
Shawn Stevens: Yeah?
Lance Erikson: We need to talk. Now.
Shawn Stevens: I'm all ears, what's up?
Lance continues walking while Stevens is surprised by this and jogs to get back to an even pace with Lance.
Lance Erikson: It's about the match tonight. You ready?
Shawn Stevens: I've been ready since they put me through those tables. Don't worry about me. I could ask the same about you. Seeing as you took those shots on me the other day.
Lance Erikson: When have I not been ready for a match? Look, Shawn, I don't really like you too much, but we do have a small history together, and it turned out for the better last time we teamed up.
Shawn Stevens: And you want to do it again. Are you going to be a team player and do what needs to be done?
Lance Erikson: Of course. Then it looks like we're on the same page here. Look, I guess Jay T. Nitro slapped some sense into you or something, but you're focused on this match. I guess I was wrong.
Shawn Stevens: Don't worry about it.
The two enter the backstage area at the Star Pavilion and continue down the halls, still chatting while Stevens adjusts his Heavyweight Championship.
Lance Erikson: What's your take on these Murderous guys?
Shawn Stevens: I don't like them, plain and simple. A group of guys who rely more on numbers than skill.
Lance Erikson: I've been wondering why they let Daye into the group...I made the mistake of calling him the AAA winner, and lo and behold, he somehow 'forgets' to correct me. It was Felon who did that. Daye is about as unoriginal as the dog shit I stepped in yesterday. He's about that smart too. BBK has been oddly quiet for the past day or so, but what's to be expected, he's too busy polishing his ass to make it the same color as the fake belt he holds...pathetic to say the least. About Felon? All I have to say is this, he's mistaken. I don't want or need to be a respected figure in this company. The knuckles are coming because this match is about pride.
Shawn Stevens: Don't you dare get us disqualified. If we lose now, that's all they'll be talking about for the next month.
Lance Erikson: What? You think I'd let those three...I mean four get the win over us? You think I'd let them get the best of us? They beat me last week, there's no way in hell that I'd allow that to happen again.
Shawn Stevens: All they're talking about is the past, how they beat you, how they...humiliated me. Midnight Felon wants that cage match. The good news is I wouldn't have to worry about the other three while we're in there.
Lance Erikson: He wants that title you hold around his or one of his boy's waists. Don't lose, I'd be very disappointed if you lost your title to one of those jackasses. Especially before I even come close to being in contention for it.
Shawn Stevens: After we're done with them, neither of us will have to worry about that. They're going to wish they'd never made a fool out of me, the champion.
They turn a corner, and Lance, looking over at Shawn, walks into the beverage and snack table. He rights himself and re-adjusts his suit jacket while Stevens gets an amused look on his face.
Shawn Stevens: Nice move there.
Lance Erikson: Whatever. So, can I count on you tonight?
Shawn Stevens: Can I count on you? You'll answer your own question there.
Lance Erikson: Yes, we're booked to be partners. You're my partner, plus we share a common goal. We need to humiliate Murderous Entertainment. Put them in their place in this company. And that place is at the bottom...
Big Ci comes rolling up, and Lance and Stevens look over at him.
Ci: Yo.
Stevens: You two have things to talk about, I gotta go get changed.
Stevens exits, stage right as Lance and Big Ci head to the locker room.
Lance Erikson: You ready?
Big Ci: Never better.
Lance Erikson: Good.
Big Ci: So what're the plans for this week?
Lance Erikson: You and I, we overpower them, and Stevens shows off his speed and agility.
Big Ci: Gotcha, we need to get back at them...for Dave.
Lance Erikson: *pauses* Yeah.
The two men get to the locker room and exit the hallway inside, to discuss more strategy while the door closes.
::Fade Out::
Lance Erikson: (Yells) STEVENS!!!
Shawn Stevens turns around and sees Lance walking toward him. He pauses, waiting for Lance to get to him.
Shawn Stevens: Yeah?
Lance Erikson: We need to talk. Now.
Shawn Stevens: I'm all ears, what's up?
Lance continues walking while Stevens is surprised by this and jogs to get back to an even pace with Lance.
Lance Erikson: It's about the match tonight. You ready?
Shawn Stevens: I've been ready since they put me through those tables. Don't worry about me. I could ask the same about you. Seeing as you took those shots on me the other day.
Lance Erikson: When have I not been ready for a match? Look, Shawn, I don't really like you too much, but we do have a small history together, and it turned out for the better last time we teamed up.
Shawn Stevens: And you want to do it again. Are you going to be a team player and do what needs to be done?
Lance Erikson: Of course. Then it looks like we're on the same page here. Look, I guess Jay T. Nitro slapped some sense into you or something, but you're focused on this match. I guess I was wrong.
Shawn Stevens: Don't worry about it.
The two enter the backstage area at the Star Pavilion and continue down the halls, still chatting while Stevens adjusts his Heavyweight Championship.
Lance Erikson: What's your take on these Murderous guys?
Shawn Stevens: I don't like them, plain and simple. A group of guys who rely more on numbers than skill.
Lance Erikson: I've been wondering why they let Daye into the group...I made the mistake of calling him the AAA winner, and lo and behold, he somehow 'forgets' to correct me. It was Felon who did that. Daye is about as unoriginal as the dog shit I stepped in yesterday. He's about that smart too. BBK has been oddly quiet for the past day or so, but what's to be expected, he's too busy polishing his ass to make it the same color as the fake belt he holds...pathetic to say the least. About Felon? All I have to say is this, he's mistaken. I don't want or need to be a respected figure in this company. The knuckles are coming because this match is about pride.
Shawn Stevens: Don't you dare get us disqualified. If we lose now, that's all they'll be talking about for the next month.
Lance Erikson: What? You think I'd let those three...I mean four get the win over us? You think I'd let them get the best of us? They beat me last week, there's no way in hell that I'd allow that to happen again.
Shawn Stevens: All they're talking about is the past, how they beat you, how they...humiliated me. Midnight Felon wants that cage match. The good news is I wouldn't have to worry about the other three while we're in there.
Lance Erikson: He wants that title you hold around his or one of his boy's waists. Don't lose, I'd be very disappointed if you lost your title to one of those jackasses. Especially before I even come close to being in contention for it.
Shawn Stevens: After we're done with them, neither of us will have to worry about that. They're going to wish they'd never made a fool out of me, the champion.
They turn a corner, and Lance, looking over at Shawn, walks into the beverage and snack table. He rights himself and re-adjusts his suit jacket while Stevens gets an amused look on his face.
Shawn Stevens: Nice move there.
Lance Erikson: Whatever. So, can I count on you tonight?
Shawn Stevens: Can I count on you? You'll answer your own question there.
Lance Erikson: Yes, we're booked to be partners. You're my partner, plus we share a common goal. We need to humiliate Murderous Entertainment. Put them in their place in this company. And that place is at the bottom...
Big Ci comes rolling up, and Lance and Stevens look over at him.
Ci: Yo.
Stevens: You two have things to talk about, I gotta go get changed.
Stevens exits, stage right as Lance and Big Ci head to the locker room.
Lance Erikson: You ready?
Big Ci: Never better.
Lance Erikson: Good.
Big Ci: So what're the plans for this week?
Lance Erikson: You and I, we overpower them, and Stevens shows off his speed and agility.
Big Ci: Gotcha, we need to get back at them...for Dave.
Lance Erikson: *pauses* Yeah.
The two men get to the locker room and exit the hallway inside, to discuss more strategy while the door closes.
::Fade Out::