What You've Started [Leon Chant - Homecoming II #1]
Nov 23, 2021 8:09:22 GMT -5
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Post by Robbie A on Nov 23, 2021 8:09:22 GMT -5
“So this is what it’s come to, huh?”
Fade in, Leon Chant is sat on the trainer’s table, his head is down with a towel over it, and a trainer is finishing wrapping up his elbow. He nods at Chant to let him know he’s done and walks off.
“It wasn’t enough for you to call me out. It wasn’t enough for you to get involved with Riley and my tag aspirations. It wasn’t even enough for the four of us to go at it, get it out of our systems. You had to take it further. You had to make it personal.”
He sighs, his head has not moved at all.
“I don’t know, or even care for that matter why E.V.E came too, I’ll deal with them...no, we’ll all deal with them along the way. But what I do know is that you brought them along because you know you couldn’t get the job done on a level playing field. You realised after we all went at it a few weeks’ back that Leon Chant and Riley Richards can handle The Goons. Shit, it took six of you to take three of us out. Two of you for every one of us because you’re damn well aware that you can’t get by us any other way. But yeah, tell me again how Goon’s don’t miss, course they don’t when you have the target brought inches in front of you.”
Leon allows himself a small smirk, and grabs the NLW Heavyweight Title from the side of him, he holds it on his lap and stares at it for a moment.
“Ric, you want to take this from me…or so you say. The more I watch you and your brother tear the place down the more I think it’s all talk. All you boys want is to destroy whatever’s in front of you. You even acknowledge it, putting people down with Des and Troy. You’re still those kids on the street who are so afraid of what’s over their shoulder that it’s easier for you to just attack everything. You just keep attacking the world because then you can’t get hurt but let me tell you now, this never ends well.”
Finally, he half raises his head and looks at the camera, tilting the title up to show it form the front as well.
“You say that you want the title, you say that you want all the titles in NLW, but the only way that happens is if you’re the only two left! You’re a plague, seemingly sent here by E.V.E with the directive to destroy, but becoming a champion? Well that makes the directive a little tricky, because you’re no longer attacking the world…the world wants to attack back. Look how David’s little run as Southern States Champion went, let’s be honest Ric, do ya’ really see it going better for you? Or is that why your buddies turned up, keep stacking extra bodies up against the NLW roster ‘till it suffocates?”
Chant hops off the bench and places the title on his shoulder, his stare at the camera is growing in intensity.
“All of this, you boys attacking anything that moves, you guys trying to destroy anything and everything, it has to end. And for that to happen, I realise now that I’m gonna’ have to change some perception people may have of me. When you guys were beating down my boys earlier, sure, you upset me, but you made me realise something. I’ve handled one element of this all wrong. I thought I could handle this my way, be the Hired Gun, be The Avalanche and send you packing. I realised in that moment that the Leon Chant everybody loves, the Leon Chant that’s so popular with the guys in the back and the people at home, he can’t face you at Homecoming…he won’t face you at Homecoming. I need to go somewhere dark, maybe darker than I’ve been before.”
He rips the towel off his head and tosses it aside, a twisted smile grows on his face.
“So where do I go? Who or what do I need to channel? And how do I get the result I need without getting disqualified? Ironically, Ric, the answer was in front of me as I watched you hurt my friends, because one of them is the answer. Rob Arnold. The man who broke ankles, ended careers, the man who clinically defended the X*Crown and did not stop to care for what he would leave behind in the process. There was hardly a man or woman in the world in 2018 who could match his aggression, and it was all in the name of keeping those titles around his waist. The best part? He knew how to do it all within the rules of the match he was given.”
Chant’s smile twists some more.
“To put it simply. Ricardo Goon, Homecoming, if I’m going down, I’m dragging you down with me, I’m dragging your brother with me, I’ll drag any of E.V.E that fancy another shot down with me, and it’s not even about this title any more, I’ll be honest I’m not sure I care enough about that when you’ve made this match much more personal. This shit must end, Ric.” Chant’s aggression is building. “When you wake up the following morning, well, if you wake up the following morning, when your body is still screaming at you for what I’m gonna’ do to you, there’s one question you’ll ask yourself... Was it worth it?”
Chant glances to his right and Rob Arnold walks in, he’s also bandaged and he gives the camera a sinister look.
“Fucking with us? It’s never worth it. Just remember though Ric…this is what you started, this is what you wanted.” He smirks and glances back to Chant. “Let’s go.”
Chant nods, they walk off and we fade out.
Fade in, Leon Chant is sat on the trainer’s table, his head is down with a towel over it, and a trainer is finishing wrapping up his elbow. He nods at Chant to let him know he’s done and walks off.
“It wasn’t enough for you to call me out. It wasn’t enough for you to get involved with Riley and my tag aspirations. It wasn’t even enough for the four of us to go at it, get it out of our systems. You had to take it further. You had to make it personal.”
He sighs, his head has not moved at all.
“I don’t know, or even care for that matter why E.V.E came too, I’ll deal with them...no, we’ll all deal with them along the way. But what I do know is that you brought them along because you know you couldn’t get the job done on a level playing field. You realised after we all went at it a few weeks’ back that Leon Chant and Riley Richards can handle The Goons. Shit, it took six of you to take three of us out. Two of you for every one of us because you’re damn well aware that you can’t get by us any other way. But yeah, tell me again how Goon’s don’t miss, course they don’t when you have the target brought inches in front of you.”
Leon allows himself a small smirk, and grabs the NLW Heavyweight Title from the side of him, he holds it on his lap and stares at it for a moment.
“Ric, you want to take this from me…or so you say. The more I watch you and your brother tear the place down the more I think it’s all talk. All you boys want is to destroy whatever’s in front of you. You even acknowledge it, putting people down with Des and Troy. You’re still those kids on the street who are so afraid of what’s over their shoulder that it’s easier for you to just attack everything. You just keep attacking the world because then you can’t get hurt but let me tell you now, this never ends well.”
Finally, he half raises his head and looks at the camera, tilting the title up to show it form the front as well.
“You say that you want the title, you say that you want all the titles in NLW, but the only way that happens is if you’re the only two left! You’re a plague, seemingly sent here by E.V.E with the directive to destroy, but becoming a champion? Well that makes the directive a little tricky, because you’re no longer attacking the world…the world wants to attack back. Look how David’s little run as Southern States Champion went, let’s be honest Ric, do ya’ really see it going better for you? Or is that why your buddies turned up, keep stacking extra bodies up against the NLW roster ‘till it suffocates?”
Chant hops off the bench and places the title on his shoulder, his stare at the camera is growing in intensity.
“All of this, you boys attacking anything that moves, you guys trying to destroy anything and everything, it has to end. And for that to happen, I realise now that I’m gonna’ have to change some perception people may have of me. When you guys were beating down my boys earlier, sure, you upset me, but you made me realise something. I’ve handled one element of this all wrong. I thought I could handle this my way, be the Hired Gun, be The Avalanche and send you packing. I realised in that moment that the Leon Chant everybody loves, the Leon Chant that’s so popular with the guys in the back and the people at home, he can’t face you at Homecoming…he won’t face you at Homecoming. I need to go somewhere dark, maybe darker than I’ve been before.”
He rips the towel off his head and tosses it aside, a twisted smile grows on his face.
“So where do I go? Who or what do I need to channel? And how do I get the result I need without getting disqualified? Ironically, Ric, the answer was in front of me as I watched you hurt my friends, because one of them is the answer. Rob Arnold. The man who broke ankles, ended careers, the man who clinically defended the X*Crown and did not stop to care for what he would leave behind in the process. There was hardly a man or woman in the world in 2018 who could match his aggression, and it was all in the name of keeping those titles around his waist. The best part? He knew how to do it all within the rules of the match he was given.”
Chant’s smile twists some more.
“To put it simply. Ricardo Goon, Homecoming, if I’m going down, I’m dragging you down with me, I’m dragging your brother with me, I’ll drag any of E.V.E that fancy another shot down with me, and it’s not even about this title any more, I’ll be honest I’m not sure I care enough about that when you’ve made this match much more personal. This shit must end, Ric.” Chant’s aggression is building. “When you wake up the following morning, well, if you wake up the following morning, when your body is still screaming at you for what I’m gonna’ do to you, there’s one question you’ll ask yourself... Was it worth it?”
Chant glances to his right and Rob Arnold walks in, he’s also bandaged and he gives the camera a sinister look.
“Fucking with us? It’s never worth it. Just remember though Ric…this is what you started, this is what you wanted.” He smirks and glances back to Chant. “Let’s go.”
Chant nods, they walk off and we fade out.
