02/19 Unleashed - Lance Leonard vs. Paul Hill

[+Donald $. Carlos+]

#1 Contender's Match

The Winner Receives A Shot At The CCW World Heavyweight Championship @ NOTI II:

Lancelot "Lance" Leonard

vs.

Paul Hill

The winner meets "Big Daddy" Josh Violence for the biggest prize of them all, on the grandest stage of them all.

This one isn't to be taken lightly.

(2 Promos each; now let's DO the damn thing!)

[JimmyJackJericho]

The camera opens to see Paul Hill backstage, dressed for his match with Lance Leonard. He looks sombre, and a little on edge.

Hill: I'm not a man of words. I don't deal in catchphrases, or t-shirts, or endorsements. I'm just a wrestler. And recently, I've been a pretty poor excuse for a wrestler. Once upon a time, I'd stand here and promise a victory. Now I can't do that. I'm at my lowest ebb. I'm running on empty. All that's left in the tank will be spent tonight. After that, I don't know.

Hill walks away, leaving the camera to follow.

[OfLegend]

EXT. BEHIND THE ARENA, NIGHT

Lance Leonard, dressed in a suit, long black velvet jacket and dark sunglasses, stands in front of a back entrance into the arena. He removes his shades, chuckles, and begins to speak.

Leonard: Paul Hill, you're intelligent enough for me not to have to spell your fate out for you. You know as well as I do what is booked for tonight. You know just how high the stakes are. You know that settling the score against Nathan Versus last week, as delicious as it may have seemed, was merely a cog in the well oiled Machina that will keep on rolling towards the Night when the true Immortal of this sport will emerge and take...

Leonard grasps with an expensive leather-clad hand at the air

...What is rightfully his. And therefore, you know how focused, how determined and how closed to the distractions of personal indulgence Lance Leonard is at this moment and how monumental the task laid out before you tonight truly is.

... Or do you? Perhaps, Paul, that you think our first match was something gauge my ability by. Perhaps you believe that, despite the odds that lay before you, this is your time to shine. Perhaps you actually are beginning to believe your own subtle little hype that you are the greatest pure wrestler walking the face of this earth. Maybe, just maybe, you're telling yourself that when the moment comes, your immense technical instincts will be able to click just in time to come up with a counter to the Lancelock and pin the Future of Professional Wrestling, sending you hurtling against the catcalls and cries of the naysayers into the main event of the biggest show in the history of the business.

Maybe you're just not as smart as I gave you credit for. And then, you're faced with a conundrum, because if you really are shortsighted enough to overate yourself, that just makes me all the more dangerous. But believe this, Paul. When all the reversals are run through and all the counters are countered, all the psychology, determination and self-pitying in the world will add up to exactly shit-all when you find yourself in the most painful wrestling hold in history.

And then, Paul, you will know. And that is a Fact.

Lance steps towards the door, halts, and looks back at the camera.

Lance: There aren't many steps left for me to take, Josh.

He enters the arena.