Post by lanceerickson on May 19, 2007 4:54:38 GMT -6
The scene opens up with Lance Erikson sitting in his Kansas City Home, sipping on a margarita with Holly and the rest of the Horsemen are there while Dave is grilling up some tasty delights on the deck. Lance, for once in recent memory, is NOT wearing his suit, but a polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. His sunglasses are pushed close to his face as he gets up and moves out to the deck because Reck has just started doing one of his ninja training demonstrations for Big Ci.
Holly: What's this about?
Lance Erikson: I like the guy and we make a great team, but he's insane.
Dave Hunter looks over, nods in assent and then goes back to grilling up the various meat and potatoes items. Lance looks over at Dave, checking out the status of the meat. Finally, Lance pulls out a couple of slabs and slaps them on the grill.
Dave Hunter: What the hell's that for? The rest of it's almost done.
Lance Erikson: Well, ours will be done when the rest of yours are.
Dave Hunter: No it won't, it'll be raw mate.
Lance Erikson: (smirks) I know.
Lance heads back inside where Reck Maverick is finishing up with his demonstration. Lance looks around and sees his walls papered with shurikens while Reck is sheathing the Blade of Legend. Lance sighs and sits down while Reck removes the stars with a flash, leaving the wall as pristine as it once was. Big Ci looks around in admiration at the hole-less wall. Lance tosses Reck a Diet Pepsi, telling him to chill in the process. Lance plops down in a deck chair that was brought in to accomodate his guests while Dave brings in a giant plate full of food items. Dave hands everybody a plate and drops a steak on their plates, getting to Lance first. Everybody but Holly and Lance piles A1 Steak Sauce on their meat while Lance cuts into his, letting the blood spill out over the plate.
Dave Hunter: That's disgusting...
Lance Erikson: It's juicy and delicious.
Big Ci: So, we all have opportunities at SuperMania, Championships will be decided.
Reck Maverick: Don't be so glum, besides, I'm not in line for a belt at SuperMania III...
Big Ci: That's right...when the hell's that going to happen for you? We've all had shots, hell, Lance has even held one.
Lance Erikson: That one doesn't count. Yeah we have all had opportunites except for Reck. He deserves one, he's a horseman.
Dave Hunter: So it's me and Stevens for the Heavyweight unification, Ci and George Duke for the Valor Unification, and Lance has a chance to become number one contender for the Valor Championship. Wait a minute...
Lance Erikson: Yeah, what if Ci wins and I win? We'll have to duke it out for the Valor Title, no pun intended.
Big Ci: Don't remind me, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Who the hell is it in your match, Lance?
Lance Erikson: Uh...Holly?
Holly: Hang on...
Holly pulls out her phone, getting online with the damned thing and after clicking around for a minute, hands it to Lance.
Lance Erikson: Lestat, King Cobra, Kid Luck, and Joey Harris.
Dave Hunter: (Laughing) Sounds like Lance has the toughest match, and it's not even for a title.
Reck Maverick: What about my match?
Lance Erikson: Don't kid yourself, you're going to walk all over Flap.
Big Ci: (With a mouthful of steak) King Cobra and Kid Luck are gonna be tough. Plus, you lost to Lestat.
Lance Erikson: (Shooting a glare at Ci) That...wasn't my fault.
Holly: He's right, Showtime had to shove his girly nose into things, screwing up the match.
Lance Erikson: From what I saw of him, Cobra's motivated and focused, but not very talented. Still, he's probably going to be tough to bring down. If I want to end this quick, I don't need to have anything to do with him. While he's trying to get the win elsewhere, I'll be making somebody tap. Maybe Lestat, I still have to get a win over his punk ass.
Lance polishes off his steak and baked potato, putting his plate onto the table next to him while cradling his drink.
Lance Erikson: Kid Luck, operates on exactly that...luck. I've got over 110 pounds on this guy. Even if he does manage to jump off of something, he'd be easier to catch than Showtime's bullshit. He'll be the one to go after. But I'm sure everybody else is thinking the same thing. If King Cobra and Joey Harris are fighting over Kid Luck, it should be easy to sneak in a win somehow. They're not going to be stupid enough to take me head on unless it's a group effort.
Holly: Which may be exactly what they do.
Big Ci: She's got a point there Lance...
Lance Erikson: Doesn't matter too much. I guarantee you this match won't end with a pinfall. Too many people in there to break it up. No, this match is going to end with somebody passing out or somebody tapping out. If it's a tap out, the only two people who will actually have a chance is Cobra and I. Pass out...Cobra, myself, and Joey Harris. I just have to make sure that it's me getting this.
Big Ci: But then you'll have to take me on for the Valor Title.
Lance Erikson: Would you rather it be one of the others? I won't go easy on you, but at least the belt would remain in the Horsemen no matter who wins it.
Dave Hunter: He's right Ci, it's better the belts stay with us no matter what happens.
Big Ci: (Looks down)...yeah
Dave Hunter finishes up and stands up.
Dave Hunter: Well, I should get out of here, got some things to do before this match.
Big Ci: Me too!
Big Ci and Dave Hunter leave Lance's apartment, leaving Lance and Holly sitting there with an excited Reck Maverick. Lance and Holly look over at Reck who is teetering on the edge of his chair.
Reck Maverick: NINJA...VANISH! (drops a smoke bomb)
After the smoke clears and Lance shuts off the smoke detector with a groan, he looks around, seeing all the dished done from the night. Lance sees Reck's half finished Diet Pepsi, but before he can get to it to throw it away, another puff of smoke fills the apartment and when it clears, the Diet Pepsi is gone with a note where it was that says "ha-HA". Lance climbs back up on his chair to shut the smoke detector off again.
::Fade Out::
Holly: What's this about?
Lance Erikson: I like the guy and we make a great team, but he's insane.
Dave Hunter looks over, nods in assent and then goes back to grilling up the various meat and potatoes items. Lance looks over at Dave, checking out the status of the meat. Finally, Lance pulls out a couple of slabs and slaps them on the grill.
Dave Hunter: What the hell's that for? The rest of it's almost done.
Lance Erikson: Well, ours will be done when the rest of yours are.
Dave Hunter: No it won't, it'll be raw mate.
Lance Erikson: (smirks) I know.
Lance heads back inside where Reck Maverick is finishing up with his demonstration. Lance looks around and sees his walls papered with shurikens while Reck is sheathing the Blade of Legend. Lance sighs and sits down while Reck removes the stars with a flash, leaving the wall as pristine as it once was. Big Ci looks around in admiration at the hole-less wall. Lance tosses Reck a Diet Pepsi, telling him to chill in the process. Lance plops down in a deck chair that was brought in to accomodate his guests while Dave brings in a giant plate full of food items. Dave hands everybody a plate and drops a steak on their plates, getting to Lance first. Everybody but Holly and Lance piles A1 Steak Sauce on their meat while Lance cuts into his, letting the blood spill out over the plate.
Dave Hunter: That's disgusting...
Lance Erikson: It's juicy and delicious.
Big Ci: So, we all have opportunities at SuperMania, Championships will be decided.
Reck Maverick: Don't be so glum, besides, I'm not in line for a belt at SuperMania III...
Big Ci: That's right...when the hell's that going to happen for you? We've all had shots, hell, Lance has even held one.
Lance Erikson: That one doesn't count. Yeah we have all had opportunites except for Reck. He deserves one, he's a horseman.
Dave Hunter: So it's me and Stevens for the Heavyweight unification, Ci and George Duke for the Valor Unification, and Lance has a chance to become number one contender for the Valor Championship. Wait a minute...
Lance Erikson: Yeah, what if Ci wins and I win? We'll have to duke it out for the Valor Title, no pun intended.
Big Ci: Don't remind me, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Who the hell is it in your match, Lance?
Lance Erikson: Uh...Holly?
Holly: Hang on...
Holly pulls out her phone, getting online with the damned thing and after clicking around for a minute, hands it to Lance.
Lance Erikson: Lestat, King Cobra, Kid Luck, and Joey Harris.
Dave Hunter: (Laughing) Sounds like Lance has the toughest match, and it's not even for a title.
Reck Maverick: What about my match?
Lance Erikson: Don't kid yourself, you're going to walk all over Flap.
Big Ci: (With a mouthful of steak) King Cobra and Kid Luck are gonna be tough. Plus, you lost to Lestat.
Lance Erikson: (Shooting a glare at Ci) That...wasn't my fault.
Holly: He's right, Showtime had to shove his girly nose into things, screwing up the match.
Lance Erikson: From what I saw of him, Cobra's motivated and focused, but not very talented. Still, he's probably going to be tough to bring down. If I want to end this quick, I don't need to have anything to do with him. While he's trying to get the win elsewhere, I'll be making somebody tap. Maybe Lestat, I still have to get a win over his punk ass.
Lance polishes off his steak and baked potato, putting his plate onto the table next to him while cradling his drink.
Lance Erikson: Kid Luck, operates on exactly that...luck. I've got over 110 pounds on this guy. Even if he does manage to jump off of something, he'd be easier to catch than Showtime's bullshit. He'll be the one to go after. But I'm sure everybody else is thinking the same thing. If King Cobra and Joey Harris are fighting over Kid Luck, it should be easy to sneak in a win somehow. They're not going to be stupid enough to take me head on unless it's a group effort.
Holly: Which may be exactly what they do.
Big Ci: She's got a point there Lance...
Lance Erikson: Doesn't matter too much. I guarantee you this match won't end with a pinfall. Too many people in there to break it up. No, this match is going to end with somebody passing out or somebody tapping out. If it's a tap out, the only two people who will actually have a chance is Cobra and I. Pass out...Cobra, myself, and Joey Harris. I just have to make sure that it's me getting this.
Big Ci: But then you'll have to take me on for the Valor Title.
Lance Erikson: Would you rather it be one of the others? I won't go easy on you, but at least the belt would remain in the Horsemen no matter who wins it.
Dave Hunter: He's right Ci, it's better the belts stay with us no matter what happens.
Big Ci: (Looks down)...yeah
Dave Hunter finishes up and stands up.
Dave Hunter: Well, I should get out of here, got some things to do before this match.
Big Ci: Me too!
Big Ci and Dave Hunter leave Lance's apartment, leaving Lance and Holly sitting there with an excited Reck Maverick. Lance and Holly look over at Reck who is teetering on the edge of his chair.
Reck Maverick: NINJA...VANISH! (drops a smoke bomb)
After the smoke clears and Lance shuts off the smoke detector with a groan, he looks around, seeing all the dished done from the night. Lance sees Reck's half finished Diet Pepsi, but before he can get to it to throw it away, another puff of smoke fills the apartment and when it clears, the Diet Pepsi is gone with a note where it was that says "ha-HA". Lance climbs back up on his chair to shut the smoke detector off again.
::Fade Out::