Post by Cory Chevelle on May 25, 2023 16:16:25 GMT -5
"There ain't no heroes here boy!"
The UWL logo fades in and out, transitioning to the opening scene. Chevelle is some where out in the wilderness in the night. A warm campfire in front, creating an ominous like glow as the logs crackle. His cold blue eyes staring straight through.
"Your hero and MINE!"
Chevelle grins
"Isn't that cute? I watched you at the last show, Mark. The entrance, the larger than life persona, and MAN; what a presence in the ring! The crowd loves him, too! This sumbitch comes out and has the balls to call himself not only YOUR hero..."
"But... Mine."
Chevelle runs his hand through his beard, softly chuckling to himself.
"Mark.. My name is Cory Chevelle, and you..."
"Are not my hero!"
"I want you to know this and I want it engraved in your mind, Mark. Because come May twenty-seventh at the Lakeside Arena in New Orleans, school ain't out for the summer just yet, not for you! And that's exactly what I'll be doing is educating the beloved Mark Storm that this isn't some fairy tale realm of heroes and villains. You step inside that ring with me and I don't care about cause, I don't care about your fan base, I don't care about the mouths you gotta feed back home! Yer in line for a real ass whuppin' and that's all there is to it."
Chevelle Stokes the fire using a stick, the flames grow higher momentarily.
"I'm not here to play good guys and bad guys, cops and robbers. It's Grand Voyage, and your cartoonist lil ass is squaring off with The Silverback. You know what Grand Voyage really is, don't you?"
"It's Silverback Country."
"Pay attention Mark. Because in Silverback Country, there ain't no heroes here."
Fade to black.
The UWL logo fades in and out, transitioning to the opening scene. Chevelle is some where out in the wilderness in the night. A warm campfire in front, creating an ominous like glow as the logs crackle. His cold blue eyes staring straight through.
"Your hero and MINE!"
Chevelle grins
"Isn't that cute? I watched you at the last show, Mark. The entrance, the larger than life persona, and MAN; what a presence in the ring! The crowd loves him, too! This sumbitch comes out and has the balls to call himself not only YOUR hero..."
"But... Mine."
Chevelle runs his hand through his beard, softly chuckling to himself.
"Mark.. My name is Cory Chevelle, and you..."
"Are not my hero!"
"I want you to know this and I want it engraved in your mind, Mark. Because come May twenty-seventh at the Lakeside Arena in New Orleans, school ain't out for the summer just yet, not for you! And that's exactly what I'll be doing is educating the beloved Mark Storm that this isn't some fairy tale realm of heroes and villains. You step inside that ring with me and I don't care about cause, I don't care about your fan base, I don't care about the mouths you gotta feed back home! Yer in line for a real ass whuppin' and that's all there is to it."
Chevelle Stokes the fire using a stick, the flames grow higher momentarily.
"I'm not here to play good guys and bad guys, cops and robbers. It's Grand Voyage, and your cartoonist lil ass is squaring off with The Silverback. You know what Grand Voyage really is, don't you?"
"It's Silverback Country."
"Pay attention Mark. Because in Silverback Country, there ain't no heroes here."
Fade to black.
