The Academy on Valentines [Leon Chant - Masquerade #2]
Feb 14, 2021 12:05:24 GMT -5
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Post by Robbie A on Feb 14, 2021 12:05:24 GMT -5
“I’ve never been one for Valentine’s Day.”
We fade in and all three members of The Academy are leant on a railing on the Crescent Park trail, overlooking the Mississippi River. The shot runs along the rail and has Rob Arnold lined up in front, with Leon Chant in the middle of him and Riley Richards. All three are dressed in a smart casual attire and curiously, Rob Arnold is holding a rose.
“It’s a day that drives human beings to do all sorts of gestures. Riley posted a picture of his breakfast on his Instagram and in reply he had hundreds of private messages from men and women of all ages asking him to be their Valentine, accompanied by far too many naked pictures.” He nudges Leon and lowers his voice. “That’s a thought, he did delete his Tinder account, didn’t he?”
“Yep.” Leon whispers back.
“Thank fuck for that.” Rob turns back to the camera. “This time of year, people do all sorts of crazy things in the name of love. All of a sudden the human race seems to enter a competition of who can love the most, but only for this one day of the year. Like puppies for Christmas it’s all so temporary, all just a hollow gesture. They all call it love, but that’s not what love really is.”
Arnold sniffs the rose, clearly it does nothing for him as he flippantly shrugs afterward.
“Temporary, hollow gestures. That’s another way to describe Takuma Okazaki, a man who after one strong performance has been more of a shrinking violet than a blooming rose, resorting to cheap shots against Leon here, we see you for what you really are Takuma, you’re scared because you know deep down that you’re in over your head. Like a lad who is punching above his weight with a woman and each gift you buy to keep her happy is getting more expensive, it’s all about to come crashing down in front of you.”
Rob ruefully smiles and shakes his head.
“At least you’re not one of those chasing love, aimlessly, hopelessly. No that stereotype is reserved for Al Jabroni. Until Al came along I’d never actually heard of anybody being rejected by the pornography business, but here he is! When he’s not chasing superficial love, or following Eli Dresden around like a needy puppy, he’s now actually believing that he could win this match at Masquerade, he actually believes he could be NLW Heavyweight Champion. The reality of the situation is that whilst his intentions are good, it’s just not going to happen, in fact I’d have him down as one of those people that sent Riley nudes.” As before he turns his head to the group, lowering his voice a fraction. “That reminds me, Riley, you deleted Bumble as well, right?”
“Yes, Mr Arnold.”
“Thank. God.” He shudders and turns back to the camera. “There’s another type of person that exists around not just this time of year, but all year around, the thirst trap, yeah, I’m looking at you Eli Dresden.”
Rob smirks.
“Yeah, we see through your game. You may have Jabroni on the hook, but we’re not taking the bait. Although, don’t get me wrong, you and Leon would be quite the power couple that quite frankly would be good for him-“
“Excuse me?” Rob already has his hand up to not allow the champion protest any further.
“Leon is his own man, and Leon is certainly not a simp that would blindly give in to your batting of eyes.”
Chant returns to calm, but not without muttering “You’re damn right I’m no simp.”
“As I was saying, Eli, your game, your angle, it’s all year around, and it’s effective because the kicker is that you’re more than just mouth, you can back it up and you proved that by earning that trident from Hyperion. Thing is I’ve been playing this game for a while, and we won’t rise to your game.” Rob pauses and provides a small wink of his own. “You’re smiling right now because I said about rise, and you just can’t help yourself, can you Eliza?”
Arnold shakes his head and holds back a small chuckle.
“Ultimately, I’m not one for Valentines because it’s fake. To that point, this rose is fake for starters.” Arnold chucks it over his shoulder and Riley Richards catches it. “The feelings people show are overblown that it can’t be real. Hell, we’re not even filming this on Valentine’s day, it’s fucking Friday! You want my opinion? We could be here for weeks debating what love really is, or what it means to each person so I’m not going to do that. I will say this, if you love something, you’re willing to fight for it, and you’re willing to fight hard. One thing that isn’t fake? Leon Chant’s love for this business, and his love of being the man at the top of the NLW mountaintop.”
Leon places a hand on Arnold’s shoulder and steps out to walk in front of him.
“It’s funny, I never used to really love anything, I was happy being on my own, having the quiet life, and in recent times I’ve found just how much I love to compete, how much I love to show off a talent I’m good at. I’ve realised just how much I love being good enough to hold an accolade like the NLW Heavyweight Title. Rob’s right, when you love something, you fight with everything to keep it. So come Masquerade, you all need to realise I’m not just fighting, I’m fighting because I’m defending something I love, and I’m not sure any of you can deal with that.”
Chant looks dead serious at the camera.
“Of course, there is one more thing I love, more than anything else. You know what that is?”
“What is it Mr Chant?”
“Hearing those three sweet, sweet words: Oh. Hell. Yes.”
Chant smiles, and we fade out.
We fade in and all three members of The Academy are leant on a railing on the Crescent Park trail, overlooking the Mississippi River. The shot runs along the rail and has Rob Arnold lined up in front, with Leon Chant in the middle of him and Riley Richards. All three are dressed in a smart casual attire and curiously, Rob Arnold is holding a rose.
“It’s a day that drives human beings to do all sorts of gestures. Riley posted a picture of his breakfast on his Instagram and in reply he had hundreds of private messages from men and women of all ages asking him to be their Valentine, accompanied by far too many naked pictures.” He nudges Leon and lowers his voice. “That’s a thought, he did delete his Tinder account, didn’t he?”
“Yep.” Leon whispers back.
“Thank fuck for that.” Rob turns back to the camera. “This time of year, people do all sorts of crazy things in the name of love. All of a sudden the human race seems to enter a competition of who can love the most, but only for this one day of the year. Like puppies for Christmas it’s all so temporary, all just a hollow gesture. They all call it love, but that’s not what love really is.”
Arnold sniffs the rose, clearly it does nothing for him as he flippantly shrugs afterward.
“Temporary, hollow gestures. That’s another way to describe Takuma Okazaki, a man who after one strong performance has been more of a shrinking violet than a blooming rose, resorting to cheap shots against Leon here, we see you for what you really are Takuma, you’re scared because you know deep down that you’re in over your head. Like a lad who is punching above his weight with a woman and each gift you buy to keep her happy is getting more expensive, it’s all about to come crashing down in front of you.”
Rob ruefully smiles and shakes his head.
“At least you’re not one of those chasing love, aimlessly, hopelessly. No that stereotype is reserved for Al Jabroni. Until Al came along I’d never actually heard of anybody being rejected by the pornography business, but here he is! When he’s not chasing superficial love, or following Eli Dresden around like a needy puppy, he’s now actually believing that he could win this match at Masquerade, he actually believes he could be NLW Heavyweight Champion. The reality of the situation is that whilst his intentions are good, it’s just not going to happen, in fact I’d have him down as one of those people that sent Riley nudes.” As before he turns his head to the group, lowering his voice a fraction. “That reminds me, Riley, you deleted Bumble as well, right?”
“Yes, Mr Arnold.”
“Thank. God.” He shudders and turns back to the camera. “There’s another type of person that exists around not just this time of year, but all year around, the thirst trap, yeah, I’m looking at you Eli Dresden.”
Rob smirks.
“Yeah, we see through your game. You may have Jabroni on the hook, but we’re not taking the bait. Although, don’t get me wrong, you and Leon would be quite the power couple that quite frankly would be good for him-“
“Excuse me?” Rob already has his hand up to not allow the champion protest any further.
“Leon is his own man, and Leon is certainly not a simp that would blindly give in to your batting of eyes.”
Chant returns to calm, but not without muttering “You’re damn right I’m no simp.”
“As I was saying, Eli, your game, your angle, it’s all year around, and it’s effective because the kicker is that you’re more than just mouth, you can back it up and you proved that by earning that trident from Hyperion. Thing is I’ve been playing this game for a while, and we won’t rise to your game.” Rob pauses and provides a small wink of his own. “You’re smiling right now because I said about rise, and you just can’t help yourself, can you Eliza?”
Arnold shakes his head and holds back a small chuckle.
“Ultimately, I’m not one for Valentines because it’s fake. To that point, this rose is fake for starters.” Arnold chucks it over his shoulder and Riley Richards catches it. “The feelings people show are overblown that it can’t be real. Hell, we’re not even filming this on Valentine’s day, it’s fucking Friday! You want my opinion? We could be here for weeks debating what love really is, or what it means to each person so I’m not going to do that. I will say this, if you love something, you’re willing to fight for it, and you’re willing to fight hard. One thing that isn’t fake? Leon Chant’s love for this business, and his love of being the man at the top of the NLW mountaintop.”
Leon places a hand on Arnold’s shoulder and steps out to walk in front of him.
“It’s funny, I never used to really love anything, I was happy being on my own, having the quiet life, and in recent times I’ve found just how much I love to compete, how much I love to show off a talent I’m good at. I’ve realised just how much I love being good enough to hold an accolade like the NLW Heavyweight Title. Rob’s right, when you love something, you fight with everything to keep it. So come Masquerade, you all need to realise I’m not just fighting, I’m fighting because I’m defending something I love, and I’m not sure any of you can deal with that.”
Chant looks dead serious at the camera.
“Of course, there is one more thing I love, more than anything else. You know what that is?”
“What is it Mr Chant?”
“Hearing those three sweet, sweet words: Oh. Hell. Yes.”
Chant smiles, and we fade out.
