Post by lenton on Oct 24, 2013 22:08:12 GMT -5
IAN: High Flying Hardcore, I heard your little retort to my statements. How this isn't about England vs Scotland, but about a British battle. What you fail to understand, is that I was merely using your location of birth to inform you that you are no different to anybody else.
[Pausing, Ian allows a wry smile to cross his mouth.]
IAN: See, we're both from Britain, but don't believe that means I'll be letting you receive a victory, all because it'll benefit the kingdom. That's simply naive; you know that deep down. You know, that this will be a fight more than anything else- why else would you threaten to bring weaponry into this, unless you truly don't believe that you can actually best me in a fight, man to man.
[Smirking, he knows that HFH will hate the fact he's calling his motives into question.]
IAN: To answer your question though: I don't fear the fact you might flip pile driver me through a glass table, from the top of a ladder, as there's nothing honestly to fear. What is there, that should frighten me about you? Is it the fact that you believe that you shall put your body on the line? Or is it, that when we step into the ring, your army will be ensuring that you have the willpower to carry on, even when you shouldn't? See, neither of those facts matter to me at all- they're irrelevant when you look at the bigger picture. When you sit down; actually think about what this match is truly meant to be about.
[His laughter soft and gentle, Ian simply looks into the heart of the fire.]
IAN: See, you're twenty two. Still young in terms to the business; what there is to learn about it all. I've been in that position before. I've been the young, fresh-faced kid, who has just wanted the opportunity. The chance, to be known as one of the greatest to ever partake in the sport. And I seized every little glimmer of hope that I could find. It didn't matter whether or not it took more of a toll on me later on, I just wanted to be the man people turned to. The one that they would state was "making the most" of every chance that he was given.
[Pausing, he runs his left hand along the line of his jaw.]
IAN: Just like the brash mentality that you currently have, I used to be the same. Trust me, whilst it might get you the adulation of fans and pundits alike, you've got to know when to pander; when to simply focus on the task that you must confront. It's a delicate balance, one that can define your career, if you make the wrong choices.
[Allowing his chest to rise and fall, the thick Cambridgeshire accent of Ian cuts through with every word spoken.]
IAN: It can make you into the next man that failed to take charge, when he needed to. The one, who failed when he needed to rise. See, HFH: you see yourself as being somebody that's got a bright future; you do.
[Bracing himself, Ian knows that the next words that are about to leave his mouth might be harsh, but they are the reality of the situation.]
IAN: But that bright future can vanish in an instant, should you fail to capitalise on what is presented. I'm not going into this match with the thought that I will win. I'm not underestimating you, but I think you might be looking a little past me.
[Those last words are simply allowed to settle in the air, as Ian allows his smirk to fade back into a stoic expression.]
IAN: The U.N might be an evil force, but they're not the task you must deal with right now. Focusing your attention on them, means that you expose yourself to a lapse in concentration; allow me to dictate the terms of our battle. And trust me, that's not something you want to do. You need to realise that come Wednesday, the U.N will NOT be at ringside; they shall not factor into the result or anything to do with our match.
[Ian slightly cracks his knuckles, allowing a focused stare to appear in the view of the camera.]
IAN: Allowing yourself to believe they will, means that you're simply going to do what the others do. That you'll have one eye focused on an external force- when BOTH eyes should be focused on the man standing on the opposite side of the ring.
[Whilst some might look at Ian and wonder why he's so perturbed about this, most understand the rationale behind his statements. The truth, that he is preaching.]
IAN: Especially when that man is solely focused on you. The U.N can do whatever they wish- they could come to ringside and pull their trickery; it wouldn't faze me. It would be nothing more than something done to attempt to assume control...yet it's control that they don't have. I've fought on the streets of London; the streets of Birmingham and nothing bothers me. Nothing can take my mental focus away from what is ahead.
[Thinking back, Ian is reminded of the scars that he wears. Scars, that remind him of the brutality that he has been apart of in years gone by. Wars, that he shall be in, as long as he remains the fighter that burns inside of him.]
IAN: This isn't about anything else but the black and white. The absolute behind everything, just as I said before. For as much as you wish this had another meaning...it doesn't.
[Soft breathing is heard, followed by a typical Ian Lenton smile.]
IAN: My name, is Ian Lenton. And Hfh, come Wednesday...it shall be ensured that you know just what that means.
[Smirking, Ian clears his throat. Normally, this is where the promo would end, but there's more that Ian wants to talk about. Commanding the EOV cameras to shut off; send that portion of the promo to their webmaster, he turns to the BBC cameras that have been positioned in front of him, a calmer expression now upon his face.]
IAN: Hello there everybody. In case you're yet to hear, I shall be appearing at London Road Saturday morning from nine A.M, signing my new DVD: "Ian Lenton: The Man Behind The Icon", which offers a never before seen insight into who I truly am. I'll not only be signing copies, but there shall also be a give away to the first three hundred to come and find me. Also, if you go to the BBC store online; enter "PBORO", you will receive fifteen percent off. That offer only lasts until twelve A.M Monday, so make sure you get to it quick.
[Smiling, he sarcastically places his tongue into his cheek.]
IAN: That's all, of me shilling my stuff haha. Well, I guess I better allow you a brief insight into what the video contains.
[The scene flicks from where Ian was sitting, to one of him inside what appears to be a darkened room of some sort, sitting on (what can only be seen from the outline) as a couch of some sort.]
IAN (V/O): I was told that I couldn't do it. That growing up, I could never become the wrestler I wanted to be. That I didn't have the mental framework or the natural gifts wrestlers did. And it hurt, I won't lie. It hurt; I wanted to prove them all wrong. I wanted them to regret their words.
IAN (V/O): I knew I was made to be a wrestler. It was just about acquiring a foothold in the business. Unlike the youth of today, that was a task that was easier said than done. You had to be able to find somebody that was willing to take a shot on you.
TEACHER (V/O): Ian was one of the brightest kids in the class, but you knew he was distracted. There'd be times where during an important test, he'd simply seem like he was lost in a fantasy world; it surprised me when his test results would come back and they'd be in the top three, if not the top grade, in the class. He was so unassuming in that regard.
[The scene then returns back to where it was before, the trailer having rolled to an end.]
IAN: One last thing I will say- it was a lot of fun doing that DVD. But I guess you just have to order it, if you wish to see the full story.
[Laughing heartily, Ian simply allows the cameras to roll; the scene to finally close.]
