Post by lenton on Sept 24, 2013 4:59:31 GMT -5
IAN: Hello chaps and lasses, as well as the Ultraviolent Nation- my name, is Ian Lenton. See, I believe people may not realise just who I am, considering that Kuk felt that nailing me with a chair would help his partner Kareem win the right to challenge for the Hybrid title at Un-Killable. After all, it's not like I grew up around the rough streets of Birmingham and London, is it now?
IAN: A chair shot is minor, compared to some of the things I've been involved in during my career, so you can throw that out the window. I kind of expected it to happen anyways, seeing as a "clique" will always stick together; try to acquire an advantage, even when there isn't one that they could possibly acquire. Even more so, when they know that the man that could be facing one of their own- is just as dangerous a threat to Kuk as I am. Do I blame them for taking that course? No, but they should know now, that it's not something that will work against me. It's doomed to fail, before it has even been conceived. I guess though, that they like to learn things the hard way; what happened at the end of the event, was merely a sign of things to come.
[Ian pauses, allowing those words to settle into the air, as he glances back at the banner slightly.]
IAN: See, they call themselves a "United Front", yet when one of them is isolated...they become weak. They become just another person who is forced to receive their comeuppance. To TJ, that came in the form of learning what happens when your power is taken away; you're on the same level as those who you thought you had the authority of. Whilst some might say that it's unfair, it's EXACTLY what you deserved. In fact, I believe you got off very leniently if I'm being honest. Then again, they have to protect their assets- as much as you might be hated, you are an asset. One who has to step into the ring against Chelsea at the Pay Per View. That is irrelevant to me though, considering the fact that I have a match of my own to worry about. A match, that is a "Caged Ladder of Death" match, against Kuk Killswitch. Yes, I'll admit that the stipulation probably favours Kuk- he's built his reputation around death matches, whereas although I have competed in some violent matches in my career, I haven't been in a match like this.
[Looking back at the camera, his smirk is replaced with a stoic look. Almost as if he had become robotic in the sense that he lacks any emotion.]
IAN: See, this sort of match doesn't matter. It might ensure that blood will be shed, but that's just a part of wrestling. It's a part of what must be done, in order to acquire the gold that is at the end of the tunnel. I have no problems with being barbaric and viscous if the time calls for it, which is something that I'm assuming that Kuk wants too. Then again, Kuk might try to use this to his advantage; make the claim that all I'm doing is speaking, when he's proven it with his actions.
IAN: There's some deep, dark secrets about my past...Secrets that shall remain hidden, for as long as I see fit. You see, I'm not merely the tranquil; rugged veteran that appears on the surface- there's more than meets the eye. There's more to who I am; what I have done, than one could comprehend, yet nobody has realised it.
[Softly sighing, he feels the fire continue to glow within his eyes.]
IAN: Nobody sees the truth. I might be the "hero" in this tale for now, but that doesn't mean that when I step into the ring- that I WON'T dig deep into my sordid past to do whatever it takes. That I won't shut myself off, become the very man that I claim to stand against. Become the monster, that everybody thought had been removed from the earth. Chelsea isn't the only one with a past within the darkness...In fact, her darkest corner pales in comparison to my own. And soon, the final moment shall rise, as Kuk slips into a battle against a man that has no emotional connection. A man, who has nothing but the victory in his sights.
[Ian slowly raises his head, as the setting suddenly fades to black, if only for a few seconds. It's enough for a flame to flicker with a silhouette appearing- it cannot be made out what the silhouette held though. A singular violin is heard for about ten seconds, before the setting abruptly returns to Ian, who has since lowered his head, so that the camera is once again focused on his eyes. Although the glow has softened slightly, the sheer desire and glow can be felt. It's enough to send chills up a person's spine.]
IAN: All that shall decide our match, is the black and white choices that are made. Make the wrong ones, and you'll soon be a dead man Kuk. I've already made mine...Now it's time, for you to make yours. I await to see what you do.
[The sinister laughter that rose before, rises again as the setting turns black.]
