Post by Cory Chevelle on May 29, 2023 20:45:21 GMT -5
UWL Presents...
"We raise our children on fairy tales and tell them the cow jumped over the moon, then wonder why these next gen's are growing up to be delusional asshats."
The UWL logo fades in and out before opening to an old recording of Cory Chevelle sitting in his recliner at home, a very young Haley sitting on his lap and in his hands is a copy of Lonesome Dove. He's reading the part where they amputate Gus's leg, or about to. Tears in both of their eyes as her father reads to her. The shit zooms in and her mother's voice can be heard "Why are you reading that to her again!?". Chevelle looks up and replies "because I don't want our kids growing up on tales of bull[dj scratch]t!"
The scene fades to black and reopens from the inside of Camp Silverback. The gym's logo painted on the white wall behind him, Cory Chevelle stands baring a grin across his face. His cold blue eyes seem to shine differently too. Chevy nods, giving a low chuckle.
"Well I'll be God damned. Y'all hear about the next show's main event? Wait before we get to that! Let's recap Grand Voyage for you low rent inbred sonsabi[DJ SCRATCH]es who couldn't afford the pay-per-view and do t have the internet! Mark Storm, your hero BUT CERTAINLY NOT MINE- verses "THE SILVERBACK" Cory Chevelle, match of the night HANDS DOWN! Mark Storm came in with a head full of dreams and empty promises, and what happened?"
"Blown away like JFK."
"What else do I have to say? Damn right I started the fire. HaHaAA! Now as much as I wish I could stand here and say 'gee Mark, ya gave me a helluva time in there and I respect ya for it...' I don't. As much as I wish I could say 'Yeah that Mark Storm, he's a damn fine wrestler and an amazing athlete!'. I can't. That's why I delivered a second ass whuppin' on ya Mark. I told you, I told this entire company. I'm coming for a fight not a friendly damn athletic competition or a friendly exhibition."
"A fight."
"You weren't prepared to go the distance son. Once again, I guess, right? Because you remembered something I had forgotten and that's our prior meeting some years ago outside of UWL. Once again, you failed to make an impression and that is why after our match I picked your ass up for the world to see and I put you where you truly belong Mark! The bottom, where you'll stay each and every time you and I cross."
The light that was in his eyes seems to dim and turn cold, as the half-playful smile that was across his face earlier faded away as well. His stature becomes firm and stoic, his eyes stare straight into the viewers at home.
"I didn't come here to win the live of the crowd or the locker room. I didn't come to bring joy to lil kids with cancer or be anyone's hero. When I walked back up that ramp I saw three fat girls in the front row crying over Mark Storm and you know what I felt when I saw them and their weeping sorrow?"
"I felt disgusted."
"Not because of what I had done, but the fact anyone out there would even shed a tear over someone like Mark Storm. This is wrestling asshats! Bodily harm, the bumps, the pain, it all comes with the territory. Seeing his fan base like that also made me realize just what a piss poor state this sport is in! Fat girls cryin' over Mark Storm gettin his wig busted up!"
"Boo-Hoo, Boo-Hoo."
"But this next card... oh boy!"
Chevy smiles, and briefly runs his fingers through his beard, nodding his head as he moves back a little.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! On June tenth, at the Bojangles Coliseum in Charlotte, North Carolina! You are in for a treat! Because the main event, not the second main event, I'm talking THE main event of the evening! The end all, be all of the night and the final match of the card that will have EVERYONE talking the most when they leave to go home..."
Chevelle pauses, taking a breath and 'reeling it back' a little bit. He once again looks into the camera and begins to address the viewers at home.
"Four men will step into the ring and engage in combat for a championship as most of you should know was very dear to me. A championship that one man made rival to Caleb Hart and his Triple crown reign. The UWL Television championship. I was and still am the longest reigning Television Champion, and I was and still will be, the most dominant. For over a year I held that title! For over a year I defended it on weekly programming, pay-per-view s, whenever they booked it, I defended it! I made that title mean something. For 486 days until I vacated it, I was the UWL Television Champion of the world. And on June tenth, you're not just stepping into that ring with the challenger, you're stepping into that ring with the true, undefeated champion and he's coming to reclaim."
"Mark Storm. David Carroll. And Billy Danielson. "
"Some would say this is the elite of the elite in UWL. None will ever be able to say this is the second tier of the elite or the second tier of the main event. Not when I'm through. So gentlemen, I hope you bring your best. I hope you give it everything you got"
"Because I am DYING to show the UWL and the rest of the world that against Ol' Papa Chevy... It ain't a god damn nuff!"
Fade to black.
"We raise our children on fairy tales and tell them the cow jumped over the moon, then wonder why these next gen's are growing up to be delusional asshats."
The UWL logo fades in and out before opening to an old recording of Cory Chevelle sitting in his recliner at home, a very young Haley sitting on his lap and in his hands is a copy of Lonesome Dove. He's reading the part where they amputate Gus's leg, or about to. Tears in both of their eyes as her father reads to her. The shit zooms in and her mother's voice can be heard "Why are you reading that to her again!?". Chevelle looks up and replies "because I don't want our kids growing up on tales of bull[dj scratch]t!"
The scene fades to black and reopens from the inside of Camp Silverback. The gym's logo painted on the white wall behind him, Cory Chevelle stands baring a grin across his face. His cold blue eyes seem to shine differently too. Chevy nods, giving a low chuckle.
"Well I'll be God damned. Y'all hear about the next show's main event? Wait before we get to that! Let's recap Grand Voyage for you low rent inbred sonsabi[DJ SCRATCH]es who couldn't afford the pay-per-view and do t have the internet! Mark Storm, your hero BUT CERTAINLY NOT MINE- verses "THE SILVERBACK" Cory Chevelle, match of the night HANDS DOWN! Mark Storm came in with a head full of dreams and empty promises, and what happened?"
"Blown away like JFK."
"What else do I have to say? Damn right I started the fire. HaHaAA! Now as much as I wish I could stand here and say 'gee Mark, ya gave me a helluva time in there and I respect ya for it...' I don't. As much as I wish I could say 'Yeah that Mark Storm, he's a damn fine wrestler and an amazing athlete!'. I can't. That's why I delivered a second ass whuppin' on ya Mark. I told you, I told this entire company. I'm coming for a fight not a friendly damn athletic competition or a friendly exhibition."
"A fight."
"You weren't prepared to go the distance son. Once again, I guess, right? Because you remembered something I had forgotten and that's our prior meeting some years ago outside of UWL. Once again, you failed to make an impression and that is why after our match I picked your ass up for the world to see and I put you where you truly belong Mark! The bottom, where you'll stay each and every time you and I cross."
The light that was in his eyes seems to dim and turn cold, as the half-playful smile that was across his face earlier faded away as well. His stature becomes firm and stoic, his eyes stare straight into the viewers at home.
"I didn't come here to win the live of the crowd or the locker room. I didn't come to bring joy to lil kids with cancer or be anyone's hero. When I walked back up that ramp I saw three fat girls in the front row crying over Mark Storm and you know what I felt when I saw them and their weeping sorrow?"
"I felt disgusted."
"Not because of what I had done, but the fact anyone out there would even shed a tear over someone like Mark Storm. This is wrestling asshats! Bodily harm, the bumps, the pain, it all comes with the territory. Seeing his fan base like that also made me realize just what a piss poor state this sport is in! Fat girls cryin' over Mark Storm gettin his wig busted up!"
"Boo-Hoo, Boo-Hoo."
"But this next card... oh boy!"
Chevy smiles, and briefly runs his fingers through his beard, nodding his head as he moves back a little.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! On June tenth, at the Bojangles Coliseum in Charlotte, North Carolina! You are in for a treat! Because the main event, not the second main event, I'm talking THE main event of the evening! The end all, be all of the night and the final match of the card that will have EVERYONE talking the most when they leave to go home..."
Chevelle pauses, taking a breath and 'reeling it back' a little bit. He once again looks into the camera and begins to address the viewers at home.
"Four men will step into the ring and engage in combat for a championship as most of you should know was very dear to me. A championship that one man made rival to Caleb Hart and his Triple crown reign. The UWL Television championship. I was and still am the longest reigning Television Champion, and I was and still will be, the most dominant. For over a year I held that title! For over a year I defended it on weekly programming, pay-per-view s, whenever they booked it, I defended it! I made that title mean something. For 486 days until I vacated it, I was the UWL Television Champion of the world. And on June tenth, you're not just stepping into that ring with the challenger, you're stepping into that ring with the true, undefeated champion and he's coming to reclaim."
"Mark Storm. David Carroll. And Billy Danielson. "
"Some would say this is the elite of the elite in UWL. None will ever be able to say this is the second tier of the elite or the second tier of the main event. Not when I'm through. So gentlemen, I hope you bring your best. I hope you give it everything you got"
"Because I am DYING to show the UWL and the rest of the world that against Ol' Papa Chevy... It ain't a god damn nuff!"
Fade to black.
