Post by lenton on Sept 4, 2013 23:44:45 GMT -5
VOICE: So, this is the States, huh?
[The thick, Cambridgeshire accent of none other than Ian Lenton can be heard, as he steps out of the Philadelphia airport where he landed merely two hours before. He's wearing a white plain t-shirt, jeans and brown leather cowboy styled boots; a smile is across his face, seeing as he is in a calm and relaxed state of mind at this present moment.
He knows that this move is what's best for his career- even though he remembers that the last time he was in America, wasn't the best of experiences. He was only here for three weeks, before he faded back into his secluded English lifestyle- yet this time, he fully intends to be staying for the long haul. The fact that he is dragging along a huge black suitcase behind him should be evidence enough of that fact.
Following him, is a man that appears to be in his late twenties; wearing a black shirt, black tinted sunglasses, jeans and black casual shoes who is carrying a slightly smaller red/black suitcase as well as two white luggage bags. He's the "personal assistant" of Ian, Phillip Issacs, although he is seemingly less enthusiastic about this arrangement than Ian.]
PHILLIP: Yes, sir. This is America- I thought you knew that though.
IAN: I do- was just making a flippant remark fella. All tongue in cheek. Also, there's no need to call me sir- Ian will do just fine.
PHILLIP: Okay, Ian.
[The almost drab hint in Phillip's voice doesn't bother the burly Englishman, as he merely turns back to looking ahead of him; the smile on his face only widening.]
IAN: Aye.
[The two continue to walk throughout the carpark, as fans have begun to gather around- the heard the news reports earlier on in the day that Ian would be landing; have come to catch a glimpse of the man before he begins his routine in preparation towards what many are saying shall be a very successful EAW career. Ian's smile slightly drops, yet it increases in sincerity as he notices that a young boy is standing about twenty metres in front of him, off to the right; holding a notepad and black pen in his hand.
The boy looks to be no older than fifteen and is wearing a navy blue shirt, black shorts that have white stripes down each side and white/blue Nike sporting shoes. His blonde hair is ruffled up and reaches about shoulder length, as well as soft dimples that are positioned on each of his cheeks. Ian looks over at Phillip, smiling before motioning that he would be heading over to the boy and seeing him.
It's an act that Phillip merely responds to with a slight nod of understanding, not really bothered by the fact that Ian enjoys meeting his fans; having discussions with them about different topics. As he reaches the boy, Ian smiles when the boy looks up and notices him; his baby blue eyes lightly up. It's like he met his hero for the first time ever.]
IAN: Hello there chap.
BOY (In shock): Are...Are you really him? Are you Ian Lenton?
[Ian slightly lets out a hearty laugh as he nods, a reaction that causes the boy to open his mouth wide in shock at this situation.]
BOY: My dad used to show me old tapes that he had of you wrestling in England; he made me a huge fan of yours, although he told me you weren't planning to step into the ring any more. He stated that you had merely faded back in obscurity.
IAN: That's the funny thing about plans- sometimes, they can change at the drop of a hat. Whilst it is true that I intended on NEVER stepping back into a wrestling ring again, I found myself getting the famed "itch"; EAW came knocking at the right time, so I seized the opportunity that was presented to me.
BOY: So, you're back for good?
[Ian softly chuckles, as the boy simply allows a slight smile to cross his lips.]
IAN: You cannot say that I'm back "for good"- but I am back for as long as my body allows me; with the shape I'm in, that stands to be quite a long time.
[The boy's smile widens at this, as he shall finally get the chance to see Ian. To see, what he had made out from the tapes he was shown as a child; see if the hype that his father had about Ian, is actually truthful. If it is actually a testament to how good Ian truly is.]
BOY: That's great to hear. Anyways, do you mind giving me an autograph?
[Ian smiles, as he takes the pen from the boys hand, resting it against the notepad before slightly glancing up at him.]
IAN: Who's it being made out to?
BOY: Frank.
[Ian slowly scribbles out a short message to Frank, before signing it at the end and turning back towards where Phillip is standing, near the car that they had hired before the plane landed. Frank looks down at the notepad, his face lighting up and his jaw dropping agape- he's legitimately speechless that somebody like Ian would actually take the time out to "meet and greet" him.
It's a stark contrast to the reactions that he usually receives from wrestlers. He stammers out a "Thank you", to which he receives a sincere "Thank you" as a response whilst Ian continues to make his way back to the car. Upon reaching it, he notices that Phillip has pulled out his iPhone and has the headphones in his ear, seemingly listening to some music.]
IAN: Anything interesting there fella?
[Phillip glances up in shock at Ian's voice, before softly laughing and inaudibly mumbling something.]
PHILLIP: Just watching a short video that was submitted by the man you're booked against this week, Jordan Caliban.
IAN: Ah, he say anything interesting?
[Phillip slightly nods, to inform Ian that he had said a few remarks about the match that the two are due to be competing in, at the upcoming Collision event.]
PHILLIP: Something about you being a "bulldog that's had its head hit with a spade" and that what you saw him do against Michael James, is merely a sample of what's to come.
IAN: So he's one of those kinds of people?
[Phillip looks at Ian, an expression of curiosity upon his face. He doesn't quite understand what Ian means by "one of those kinds" of people, having assumed that all wrestlers are the same- at least when it comes to talking about their opponents.]
IAN: Ah, Phil, you've got a lot to learn. See, Caliban is someone who likes to bring up the superficial and make bold declarations as if they mean something in the entirety of his words. He believes that trying to bring up how he's got a lot more that he can do than what has been seen, is actually relevant to us stepping into the ring this week; it's not.
At least, not to me. I'm not bothered at all by the fact that he failed to defeat Michael, nor am I worried about his thinly veiled threats about putting me in my place and beating me down, for they're merely words. Words, that carry little to no meaning when you break them down and dissect them.
[Throughout this speech, Phillip just nods his head; grunting "uh huh" to indicate that he's listening to Ian, whilst putting the luggage into the back of the car, so that they can head straight to the hotel and acclimatise themselves to America.]
IAN: Wrestling has never been about who has the biggest mouth- even though there's a lot of people who will cry that it is and has been! It's actually about the acts that you commit to inside of the ring. The acts, that shall define whether you win the matches you compete in, or whether you lose them; the choices that you make along the way. Nothing else truly matters, aside from what YOU do.
What YOU allow to occur in any given match- you have to block out all distractions and merely picture it as you and your opponent, jousting for the right to claim victory. Once you allow your mind to cast astray from those simple realisations, you'll fail; you'll find out that you aren't able to commit yourself the way that you would wish. That's what must be avoided.
IAN: See, there's too much emphasis put on ulterior motives; making yourself feel an emotional reaction towards your foe, when all that should be blocked out. When it should merely be pushed away from your thought processes, replaced with a sole desire to joust your way to victory. A sole desire, to do whatever it takes, in order to ensure that the task is completed.
Unlike Caliban wishes to believe, I'm not bothered at all about the fact that I'm "bigger" than him as that won't influence the result, if I don't get the basics done. If complacency sets in; grabs a hold over the match, then I know that he can just as easily replicate what happened not only in the "Rocky" films but also in the biblical story "David vs Goliath", albeit on a lesser scale. That's irrelevant though, for it's yet to actually occur.
[Phillip nods politely, even though he isn't really understanding what Ian is trying to tell him- common, seeing as he hasn't been around the world of wrestling before Ian hired him on to be his "personal assistant" in early March of this year. Although back then, it wasn't expected that Ian would be making his return to the ring, considering how happily secluded he appeared to be at the time.]
IAN: Back on my point of emotional reactions being a distraction from the goal; if you allow ANY sign of "hate", "fear", "anger", "frustration" or anything else to occupy your mind, then all you're doing...is giving the foe a gateway to attack. All you're doing, is making yourself a dead man.
As much as people might hate to admit it, you MUST be robotic inside of the ring at all times, if you are to stand a chance at victory. If you are to be able to negate anything that your opponent might seek to throw your way; any curve balls that might confront you as you go along.
IAN: Is it cliche what I'm saying? Yeah, but sometimes the truth turns out to be cliche. It's just how it all works out; how the "cookie crumbles" if you will haha. The fact is: careers are merely defined by the choices you make, whether they have a positive or negative impact on what you wish for. It's all up to one person; one person alone- yourself.
There's no excuses that can simply pass on blame for failures to those that are external, for they're not the ones competing. They're not the ones that are in your shoes, no matter how hard you strive to make it out that they are. Jordan, I've made my choices regarding this week's encounter; now it's time for you to make yours.
PHILLIP: You ready to leave?
IAN (nodding slightly): Whenever you are, Issacs.
[The thick, Cambridgeshire accent of none other than Ian Lenton can be heard, as he steps out of the Philadelphia airport where he landed merely two hours before. He's wearing a white plain t-shirt, jeans and brown leather cowboy styled boots; a smile is across his face, seeing as he is in a calm and relaxed state of mind at this present moment.
He knows that this move is what's best for his career- even though he remembers that the last time he was in America, wasn't the best of experiences. He was only here for three weeks, before he faded back into his secluded English lifestyle- yet this time, he fully intends to be staying for the long haul. The fact that he is dragging along a huge black suitcase behind him should be evidence enough of that fact.
Following him, is a man that appears to be in his late twenties; wearing a black shirt, black tinted sunglasses, jeans and black casual shoes who is carrying a slightly smaller red/black suitcase as well as two white luggage bags. He's the "personal assistant" of Ian, Phillip Issacs, although he is seemingly less enthusiastic about this arrangement than Ian.]
PHILLIP: Yes, sir. This is America- I thought you knew that though.
IAN: I do- was just making a flippant remark fella. All tongue in cheek. Also, there's no need to call me sir- Ian will do just fine.
PHILLIP: Okay, Ian.
[The almost drab hint in Phillip's voice doesn't bother the burly Englishman, as he merely turns back to looking ahead of him; the smile on his face only widening.]
IAN: Aye.
[The two continue to walk throughout the carpark, as fans have begun to gather around- the heard the news reports earlier on in the day that Ian would be landing; have come to catch a glimpse of the man before he begins his routine in preparation towards what many are saying shall be a very successful EAW career. Ian's smile slightly drops, yet it increases in sincerity as he notices that a young boy is standing about twenty metres in front of him, off to the right; holding a notepad and black pen in his hand.
The boy looks to be no older than fifteen and is wearing a navy blue shirt, black shorts that have white stripes down each side and white/blue Nike sporting shoes. His blonde hair is ruffled up and reaches about shoulder length, as well as soft dimples that are positioned on each of his cheeks. Ian looks over at Phillip, smiling before motioning that he would be heading over to the boy and seeing him.
It's an act that Phillip merely responds to with a slight nod of understanding, not really bothered by the fact that Ian enjoys meeting his fans; having discussions with them about different topics. As he reaches the boy, Ian smiles when the boy looks up and notices him; his baby blue eyes lightly up. It's like he met his hero for the first time ever.]
IAN: Hello there chap.
BOY (In shock): Are...Are you really him? Are you Ian Lenton?
[Ian slightly lets out a hearty laugh as he nods, a reaction that causes the boy to open his mouth wide in shock at this situation.]
BOY: My dad used to show me old tapes that he had of you wrestling in England; he made me a huge fan of yours, although he told me you weren't planning to step into the ring any more. He stated that you had merely faded back in obscurity.
IAN: That's the funny thing about plans- sometimes, they can change at the drop of a hat. Whilst it is true that I intended on NEVER stepping back into a wrestling ring again, I found myself getting the famed "itch"; EAW came knocking at the right time, so I seized the opportunity that was presented to me.
BOY: So, you're back for good?
[Ian softly chuckles, as the boy simply allows a slight smile to cross his lips.]
IAN: You cannot say that I'm back "for good"- but I am back for as long as my body allows me; with the shape I'm in, that stands to be quite a long time.
[The boy's smile widens at this, as he shall finally get the chance to see Ian. To see, what he had made out from the tapes he was shown as a child; see if the hype that his father had about Ian, is actually truthful. If it is actually a testament to how good Ian truly is.]
BOY: That's great to hear. Anyways, do you mind giving me an autograph?
[Ian smiles, as he takes the pen from the boys hand, resting it against the notepad before slightly glancing up at him.]
IAN: Who's it being made out to?
BOY: Frank.
[Ian slowly scribbles out a short message to Frank, before signing it at the end and turning back towards where Phillip is standing, near the car that they had hired before the plane landed. Frank looks down at the notepad, his face lighting up and his jaw dropping agape- he's legitimately speechless that somebody like Ian would actually take the time out to "meet and greet" him.
It's a stark contrast to the reactions that he usually receives from wrestlers. He stammers out a "Thank you", to which he receives a sincere "Thank you" as a response whilst Ian continues to make his way back to the car. Upon reaching it, he notices that Phillip has pulled out his iPhone and has the headphones in his ear, seemingly listening to some music.]
IAN: Anything interesting there fella?
[Phillip glances up in shock at Ian's voice, before softly laughing and inaudibly mumbling something.]
PHILLIP: Just watching a short video that was submitted by the man you're booked against this week, Jordan Caliban.
IAN: Ah, he say anything interesting?
[Phillip slightly nods, to inform Ian that he had said a few remarks about the match that the two are due to be competing in, at the upcoming Collision event.]
PHILLIP: Something about you being a "bulldog that's had its head hit with a spade" and that what you saw him do against Michael James, is merely a sample of what's to come.
IAN: So he's one of those kinds of people?
[Phillip looks at Ian, an expression of curiosity upon his face. He doesn't quite understand what Ian means by "one of those kinds" of people, having assumed that all wrestlers are the same- at least when it comes to talking about their opponents.]
IAN: Ah, Phil, you've got a lot to learn. See, Caliban is someone who likes to bring up the superficial and make bold declarations as if they mean something in the entirety of his words. He believes that trying to bring up how he's got a lot more that he can do than what has been seen, is actually relevant to us stepping into the ring this week; it's not.
At least, not to me. I'm not bothered at all by the fact that he failed to defeat Michael, nor am I worried about his thinly veiled threats about putting me in my place and beating me down, for they're merely words. Words, that carry little to no meaning when you break them down and dissect them.
[Throughout this speech, Phillip just nods his head; grunting "uh huh" to indicate that he's listening to Ian, whilst putting the luggage into the back of the car, so that they can head straight to the hotel and acclimatise themselves to America.]
IAN: Wrestling has never been about who has the biggest mouth- even though there's a lot of people who will cry that it is and has been! It's actually about the acts that you commit to inside of the ring. The acts, that shall define whether you win the matches you compete in, or whether you lose them; the choices that you make along the way. Nothing else truly matters, aside from what YOU do.
What YOU allow to occur in any given match- you have to block out all distractions and merely picture it as you and your opponent, jousting for the right to claim victory. Once you allow your mind to cast astray from those simple realisations, you'll fail; you'll find out that you aren't able to commit yourself the way that you would wish. That's what must be avoided.
IAN: See, there's too much emphasis put on ulterior motives; making yourself feel an emotional reaction towards your foe, when all that should be blocked out. When it should merely be pushed away from your thought processes, replaced with a sole desire to joust your way to victory. A sole desire, to do whatever it takes, in order to ensure that the task is completed.
Unlike Caliban wishes to believe, I'm not bothered at all about the fact that I'm "bigger" than him as that won't influence the result, if I don't get the basics done. If complacency sets in; grabs a hold over the match, then I know that he can just as easily replicate what happened not only in the "Rocky" films but also in the biblical story "David vs Goliath", albeit on a lesser scale. That's irrelevant though, for it's yet to actually occur.
[Phillip nods politely, even though he isn't really understanding what Ian is trying to tell him- common, seeing as he hasn't been around the world of wrestling before Ian hired him on to be his "personal assistant" in early March of this year. Although back then, it wasn't expected that Ian would be making his return to the ring, considering how happily secluded he appeared to be at the time.]
IAN: Back on my point of emotional reactions being a distraction from the goal; if you allow ANY sign of "hate", "fear", "anger", "frustration" or anything else to occupy your mind, then all you're doing...is giving the foe a gateway to attack. All you're doing, is making yourself a dead man.
As much as people might hate to admit it, you MUST be robotic inside of the ring at all times, if you are to stand a chance at victory. If you are to be able to negate anything that your opponent might seek to throw your way; any curve balls that might confront you as you go along.
IAN: Is it cliche what I'm saying? Yeah, but sometimes the truth turns out to be cliche. It's just how it all works out; how the "cookie crumbles" if you will haha. The fact is: careers are merely defined by the choices you make, whether they have a positive or negative impact on what you wish for. It's all up to one person; one person alone- yourself.
There's no excuses that can simply pass on blame for failures to those that are external, for they're not the ones competing. They're not the ones that are in your shoes, no matter how hard you strive to make it out that they are. Jordan, I've made my choices regarding this week's encounter; now it's time for you to make yours.
PHILLIP: You ready to leave?
IAN (nodding slightly): Whenever you are, Issacs.
