Post by Lance Invictus on Oct 13, 2009 14:00:22 GMT -5
Lance: Let's rewind this shit and figure something out.
Lance's voice was heard before it was seen. The scene opens up to a darkened room on lit bit a television, with VCR atop and the glow from the television lights up the silhouette of the man known as the Lord of War, Lance Invictus. On the television in front of him appears to be a match, frozen in time between Lance and his opponent, then NIWF Unified Champion, RCH3 in January 2009. Lance's face wears an unhappy look and if it could be predicted, it would only get worse from here.
Lance: The last time I was in a match, the last time I stood tall in a ring, I was cheated out of the thing I wanted the most.
The video plays, it appears as Lance has the upper hand in the match, solidly dominating the match. Then from nowhere, Aaron Zhanne shows up and ends the match in a disqualification leaving RCH3 the reigning NIWF Unified Champion. While this may have been a ploy to get Aaron a shot at RCH3, it was also a way to get Lance a win without making him the champion. For Aaron has never defeated Lance and probably at this point never will. The tape cuts to snow on the screen as we last saw Lance storm off backstage. Lance's demeanor changes as becomes more visibly upset, though continues speaking.
Lance: What was not seen was me going backstage, quickly changing -- fuck a shower -- and leaving. On the way out, Jay C tried to complement me on the attempt at trying to become the Unified Champion. I knew what he meant, I wasn't getting another shot for a while. I had run my course, it was time to let someone else take hold of the reigns. That is something I could not, would not permit, so I struck him and told him I quit.
Silence suddenly deafens the room. Lance continues to fixate on the television in front of him as if a prime time special is on, but alas, it is not. A few minutes, seconds or years go by, Lance does not move. The scene suddenly shifts to what one in the movies would call a montage, but there is no music, but Lance's voice. To some, that is music, to others, a calling to rally the pitch forks. Never the less, the montage plays as video of Lance training begins to play.
Lance: I never thought I would come back, I never thought there would be a person that made me think it is still possible.
THWAAACK! Lance strikes a punching bag with a thunderous right hand.
Lance: After NIWF, I swore off wrestling because too many people were crooked. I was CLEARLY at the top of my game, but that has all changed.
THWACK! THWACK! Two thunderous strikes come down on the bag from Lance.
Lance: One day I received a piece of mail, it was slightly suspicious as it had no return address and it reaked of oil. I had nothing to live for, so I opened it. Obviously, not a mail bomb, but it was a piece of paper. At the top it read 'Pure' in big letters, below it was a personal letter written by Luke John, a name that was slightly familiar, though I did not research it. It was asking me if I wanted to return, I had a home, a home that cared enough to not want to fuck me over because ignorance. There was a number at the bottom, so I called it. Finally, I was talked back into action.
A loud crash can be heard as Lance kicks the bag off the stand. He turns and faces the camera as the scene returns to the darkened room. Lance has not moved from his position, his overall disposition is still the same. Angry and unmoving.
Lance: Though, there is one question I have left unanswered. Why return? Well, the answer is simple. I have not finished what I started out to be a few years ago when I came into this business. I wanted to be the best ever and I am still not at that plateau. I have almost grasped it, but never held it. In January, it was a possibility, but I was screwed out of that. I have won some 75% of my matches, but never been THE MAN to beat. I have always been the man BEFORE the man, something I wish to change. I have been a triple crown champion, I have gone through undefeated streaks some people would adore, but that has never gotten me where I need to be. So in short, I did not want to be the A-Rod of the wrestling world. I am here to prove that I can get it done without my long time partner, Anthony Royal. I am here to prove that I can beat people of high caliber. So, I have decided to comeback, obviously.
A few seconds to a few minutes go by before Lance begins to speak again.
Lance: Upon arrival, I was told that I would be facing a man I have great respect for. Another NIWF legend. Then again, I can be considered one of those, so I guess we're even. I have a match against Eddie Stitchard, and this is for the Pure Wrestling Revival Heavyweight Championship. The man with the most amount of points at the end I'm told will be crowned the inaugural Heavyweight Champion. While I have great respect for you Eddie, I don't think your time is now. I think your time has passed. It passed long ago. You have held titles of high prestige for long periods of time, while I, mid-card associated titles. While I am proud of those reigns, it neither compares to your reigns and other competitor's reigns.
Eddie, I greatly respect your ability, let that be known, but your head is not in the game. While I may not be 100% ready to fight, I will never EVER not focus on my opponent on hand. See, you have focused too much this week on Silvio Megala. A very silly mistake. You need both eyes on me, not just one as I will be coming from all angles to start my ascent, slow but steady to the top of PWR. Go ahead, deface public property, it will do you no good. You keep doing that and you will be thought of as a thug like half of NIWF was. Do you want that, or do you not care? You probably don't care and that is the problem. Face it Eddie, I am just FLAT OUT BETTER THAN YOU!
At that second, the television cuts out and the scene ends.
Lance's voice was heard before it was seen. The scene opens up to a darkened room on lit bit a television, with VCR atop and the glow from the television lights up the silhouette of the man known as the Lord of War, Lance Invictus. On the television in front of him appears to be a match, frozen in time between Lance and his opponent, then NIWF Unified Champion, RCH3 in January 2009. Lance's face wears an unhappy look and if it could be predicted, it would only get worse from here.
Lance: The last time I was in a match, the last time I stood tall in a ring, I was cheated out of the thing I wanted the most.
The video plays, it appears as Lance has the upper hand in the match, solidly dominating the match. Then from nowhere, Aaron Zhanne shows up and ends the match in a disqualification leaving RCH3 the reigning NIWF Unified Champion. While this may have been a ploy to get Aaron a shot at RCH3, it was also a way to get Lance a win without making him the champion. For Aaron has never defeated Lance and probably at this point never will. The tape cuts to snow on the screen as we last saw Lance storm off backstage. Lance's demeanor changes as becomes more visibly upset, though continues speaking.
Lance: What was not seen was me going backstage, quickly changing -- fuck a shower -- and leaving. On the way out, Jay C tried to complement me on the attempt at trying to become the Unified Champion. I knew what he meant, I wasn't getting another shot for a while. I had run my course, it was time to let someone else take hold of the reigns. That is something I could not, would not permit, so I struck him and told him I quit.
Silence suddenly deafens the room. Lance continues to fixate on the television in front of him as if a prime time special is on, but alas, it is not. A few minutes, seconds or years go by, Lance does not move. The scene suddenly shifts to what one in the movies would call a montage, but there is no music, but Lance's voice. To some, that is music, to others, a calling to rally the pitch forks. Never the less, the montage plays as video of Lance training begins to play.
Lance: I never thought I would come back, I never thought there would be a person that made me think it is still possible.
THWAAACK! Lance strikes a punching bag with a thunderous right hand.
Lance: After NIWF, I swore off wrestling because too many people were crooked. I was CLEARLY at the top of my game, but that has all changed.
THWACK! THWACK! Two thunderous strikes come down on the bag from Lance.
Lance: One day I received a piece of mail, it was slightly suspicious as it had no return address and it reaked of oil. I had nothing to live for, so I opened it. Obviously, not a mail bomb, but it was a piece of paper. At the top it read 'Pure' in big letters, below it was a personal letter written by Luke John, a name that was slightly familiar, though I did not research it. It was asking me if I wanted to return, I had a home, a home that cared enough to not want to fuck me over because ignorance. There was a number at the bottom, so I called it. Finally, I was talked back into action.
A loud crash can be heard as Lance kicks the bag off the stand. He turns and faces the camera as the scene returns to the darkened room. Lance has not moved from his position, his overall disposition is still the same. Angry and unmoving.
Lance: Though, there is one question I have left unanswered. Why return? Well, the answer is simple. I have not finished what I started out to be a few years ago when I came into this business. I wanted to be the best ever and I am still not at that plateau. I have almost grasped it, but never held it. In January, it was a possibility, but I was screwed out of that. I have won some 75% of my matches, but never been THE MAN to beat. I have always been the man BEFORE the man, something I wish to change. I have been a triple crown champion, I have gone through undefeated streaks some people would adore, but that has never gotten me where I need to be. So in short, I did not want to be the A-Rod of the wrestling world. I am here to prove that I can get it done without my long time partner, Anthony Royal. I am here to prove that I can beat people of high caliber. So, I have decided to comeback, obviously.
A few seconds to a few minutes go by before Lance begins to speak again.
Lance: Upon arrival, I was told that I would be facing a man I have great respect for. Another NIWF legend. Then again, I can be considered one of those, so I guess we're even. I have a match against Eddie Stitchard, and this is for the Pure Wrestling Revival Heavyweight Championship. The man with the most amount of points at the end I'm told will be crowned the inaugural Heavyweight Champion. While I have great respect for you Eddie, I don't think your time is now. I think your time has passed. It passed long ago. You have held titles of high prestige for long periods of time, while I, mid-card associated titles. While I am proud of those reigns, it neither compares to your reigns and other competitor's reigns.
Eddie, I greatly respect your ability, let that be known, but your head is not in the game. While I may not be 100% ready to fight, I will never EVER not focus on my opponent on hand. See, you have focused too much this week on Silvio Megala. A very silly mistake. You need both eyes on me, not just one as I will be coming from all angles to start my ascent, slow but steady to the top of PWR. Go ahead, deface public property, it will do you no good. You keep doing that and you will be thought of as a thug like half of NIWF was. Do you want that, or do you not care? You probably don't care and that is the problem. Face it Eddie, I am just FLAT OUT BETTER THAN YOU!
At that second, the television cuts out and the scene ends.