Post by INFINITE PRO. on Sept 16, 2022 18:11:36 GMT
We fade in to Millwall Park, London. The camera pans along the arches until it spots Leon Chant leaning on one of said arches. The camera moves in and Leon’s head turns to address it directly.”
“So we’re getting ever closer to Royal Crown, and I’ve been hanging out here at Millwall Park, on the Isle of Dogs. This has been a recreational field for the public since 1919, yet all around it? Canary Wharf and the finance district, and the O2 Arena just across the river. So much new amongst the old.” He pauses to take it in once more. “It got me thinking, now that I’m fully acquainted to you, the IPW faithful, I need to familiarise myself with you and your talented fighters. And the faces here in IPW are just like the Isle of Dogs, there’s some old and a hell of a lot more new.”
Chant stops leaning and stands up straight in order to properly address the camera now. By his side is his gym bag and he’s in very casual baggy clothes, including a hoodie which one could assume is to help hide his identity as he gets closer to the arena.
“Let’s start with the old. There’s the likes of Joe Nobody, who frankly, I cannot wait to the throw around like I have before. And then there’s my old friend Latoya Hixx who I’m sure still thinks that Riley and I somehow screwed The Straight Edge Society out of the NLW Tag Team Titles in some very trippy version of events. There’s also Price, I’m not sure which version of him it is, I can’t quite believe that I’m even saying that, but hell if Rob Arnold and Riley Richards can speak bear then what even is reality, right? Anyway, I’m going to assume it’s the same Price that was behind being blindsided by his daughter and the rest of the E.V.E clan, and therefore I’m going to make sure I leave more than just a small mark on you, because hey, you earned it.”
He sneers a little, it’s been almost a year since the attack but clearly much like The North, The Academy remembers.
“Then we have the new faces, not to you regular viewers of IPW of course but certainly new to me. I’ve had the chance to take a good look at some of them and I’m going to give Jason Long, or is it Uncle Longboy now or something?” Chant grins as he makes his aside. “Anyway, to Jason’s credit, he’s pulled out some serious talent here, headlined in this rumble by it’s first champion, Ana Somina. However you’ve got the likes of Tommy Hate to contend with as well, who recently scored a win over the former champion, which is no mean feat. I won’t start running down the list of competitors there, but it’s safe to say there’s some serious talent there. Now, I didn’t come into this expecting to have it easy, life isn’t fulfilling if it’s not challenging, but respect has to go out where it’s due, these guys and girls are going to give me a fight. And ol’ Leon loves a fight.”
Chant slaps his hands together and rubs them, some excitement building on his face. This doesn’t last for too long as he places his hands on his hips and his expression turns more serious.
“Old face or new though, some of you have had your chance, and you’ve not taken it, a number of you failed at the Infinite Power Tournament, and some of you haven’t even scored a win yet in IPW. Yet here you are hoping for a change in fortune. The problem is, you’ve got a big case of the bad lucksies, because none of you could be expecting me, so how do you expect to get past me unprepared when so many have failed with weeks’ notice?”
He shrugs.
“Of course, I’m not going to stand here and pretend that I’m going to be the only surprise entry. I’m not foolish, I know how these things work! I’m sure some of the usual names will appear though, Donzig loves to whore himself out wherever he can in what I can only describe as a desperate grab at relevancy. Dylan Black, Zoran Sainovic and Hyperion are not much better so I won’t skip a beat if their music suddenly hits...although, at least those guys have some actual bite to their bark.” Once again, Leon Shrugs. “I’m sure though there will be the odd surprise, hell, I can’t expect many or any people to be expecting me to be here. There’s a part of me that doesn’t even believe it myself!”
He chuckles.
“But frankly it’s not gonna’ matter how many people are in this rumble, it’s not gonna’ matter if you’ve been here since day one, or if you’re here to try and be relevant for the three hundredth attempt, because The Avalanche is coming, and none of you stand a chance in standing up to it. NLW found that out the hard way, and I’m afraid you’re all about to find out in the same, painful, body being tossed around sorta’ way.”
Chant looks down and picks the bag up by its strap, placing it up over his head and resting it on his opposite shoulder. He then pulls the hood up over his head to make himself look a little less noticeable, which given the size of the bloke may be a failing cause, but still, marks for effort.
“It’s almost time IPW. New, old, another surprise, it won’t matter which one you are tonight. By the end of the night only three words will matter, and they are Oh. Hell. Yes.”
Leon offers no further expression, he stares out the camera, game face on, and walks off as he does, leaving the camera to fade to black.