Post by INFINITE PRO. on Sept 16, 2022 18:10:50 GMT
The Sky Garden, London. A garden located thirty six floors up offering panoramic views of London’s vast reach. With the sun setting in the background the venue appears closed, however there is one man looking out of the viewing balcony, he stands with his back to the camera which slowly approaches him. Eventually he turns around, revealing himself to be…
Leon Chant.
“Oh. Hell-o.” He winks knowingly to the camera. “I know what you’re thinking, this is not New Orleans, this is not NLW programming, so what the actual eff am I doing here in London’s Sky Garden? Before I give you the answers, let me introduce myself for the uninitiated. My name is Leon Chant, NLW Tag Team Champion, former NLW Heavyweight Champion and MCCW North American Champion, and all-round double hard bastard. And as of last month, I’ve been a free agent, along with my fresh faced, selfie-obsessed tag team partner Riley Richards.”
Chant, dressed in casual attire, adjusts the jacket he’s wearing whilst the free agent announcement can settle in for the viewer.
“Now, what does that mean? Well clearly it means Riley and I can go wherever we want and fight where we want, I’m not gonna’ insult your intelligence by flogging what a free agent is, but it changes the status quo from me being the backbone of NLW to something very different. And it starts here, in London’s Sky Garden, which in my opinion is one of the best kept secrets in London, hidden in plain sight. Everybody heads over there to The Shard, paying twice the amount for the same damn views of London! And Riley and myself, we’re similarly overlooked. All the snobs want to talk about Bastards or Jam Rockers or Crinkly Bottom Boys…when we’ve always been better value. So now I stand here in the first steps to proving it, and the next steps will take me over there…”
Chant points and the camera follows his direction to show the O2 arena in the distance, before coming back to The Hired Gun.
“IPW’s Royal Crown. And more specifically the Royal Crown Rumble.” He slowly smiles. “Surprise! I’m in, and I’m not just in to make the numbers up, that’s not how I’ve played for the past few years, I’m here to take the win and take that briefcase.”
He leans back slightly, placing his hands on the rails on the viewing area.
“Now I know what some people may be thinking, why now? Why this match? And does that mean I’m coming to IPW full time? Well let me explain. Why now? Well why the hell not? I’ve not had the opportunity to go wherever I want in years, and I’ve not been back in the UK for even more years than that, so it was time to change that up. And sure, there’s reasons why I’ve stayed far away from the country of my birth, bad memories that often outweigh the good, but as the cliché goes, there’s no time like the present.”
He shrugs.
“Why this match? When I could come barrelling in, take out the winner of MYOJIN and Hank Haggard and tell them I’ve got next quite easily?” He shakes his head, matched with an unapproving expression. “That’s not my bag. I’ve had to scrape and earn every chance, every opportunity I’ve ever got, and I didn’t want to be that sort of hypocrite that suddenly tries to live off his reputation. So that’s why I’m going into this Rumble, to prove once again that I earn my opportunities, no matter what some of the salty bitches say across The Network.”
Chant smirks.
“Now, does that mean I’m here in IPW to stay?” He pauses, weighing up this question. “Not yet. I’ve only just become a free agent, and I kinda’ like the freedom it gives. I fancy a trip to Vegas to see if NOMAD really is as dangerous as people say. I fancy a trip to Japan to give Dylan Black the receipt all of The Academy owe him. Hell, I fancy seeing what Wrestle: UK is all about whilst I’m back here in the UK. I’ve been in New Orleans for the last couple years now, it’s time to enjoy the world. And that’s why this match is perfect, I can take the briefcase and go do all of that, and keep the champ, whoever it may be, guessing, wondering when a Chant-shaped shadow is suddenly going to loom over them and strike.”
He straightens back up.
“Win or lose this Sunday, I’m sure I’ll be back, and maybe I’ll bring the kid with me, see if the Jam Rockers can live up to the hype. And hey, if I like it, hell if we both like it here, maybe we’ll stay and repeat exactly what we did in NLW, entertain, dominate, and hold the gold, even if the aforementioned salty bitches don’t think we can.” He winks once again. “But who knows? I certainly don’t right now, as the kid would say I’m just living in the moment…which for once is one of his lines that I actually understand. And in this moment, I’m going to head to the O2 and toss every man or woman that gets in front of me. In that moment I’m going to be the same Leon Chant that’s earned all those accolades and titles in the past three years. And most importantly, in that moment, IPW will hear the three words that have become synonymous with Leon Chant: Oh. Hell. Yes.”
Chant smiles and walks off, and we fade out.