Post by Cory Chevelle on Jun 13, 2023 19:23:52 GMT -5
UWL PRESENTS..
Cory Chevelle is standing backstage following his victory in the night's final main event. Sweat is beating down from his brow, and the UWL Television Championship rests on his right shoulder. He pours some bottled water over his head, and looks at the familiar title hanging over his shoulder. He smiles, looking into the camera as his daughter Haley approaches him in congratulations. UWL's very own, Abby Joseph also approaches him stopping an arms reach away to his left.
"Abby Joseph here backstage with our new UWL Television Champion, "The Silverback" Cory Chevelle! Cory-"
"Television Champion of the World."
"I'm sorry?"
Chevelle moves in closer to her, eyes staring intently into hers. He draws a long, deep breath and adjusts the title in his shoulder.
"You will address me as the UWL Television Champion of... The World."
"Oh... Okay.. I apologize. Cory Chevelle, our NEW UWL Television Champion of the World!"
Chevy grins, raising his head back while knocking on the face plate of the UWL Tv title.
"You said coming into this match that it wasn't just a title shot for you, but a defense given your previous historic reign as the UWL Television Champion of the world some years back. Tonight, you proved your words to be true in the eyes of UWL and it's fans."
"And?"
"Well..how does it feel? The bout did not look easy."
Chevelle shakes his head, rolling his eyes.
"You wanna know my feelings, is that it?"
Abby readjusts her form and composure in an effort to clarify herself but Chevelle cuts her off.
"I thi-"
"Parson me BUT... The bout went exactly, and I mean EXACTLY as I said it would. Maybe some of you don't hear so well, or maybe you just don't know how to listen! Take Mark Storm for example. He wanted to call me out as a cheater, did he not? He was mad as hell, and done putting up with the weight of the world and was gonna teach me a good old fashion lesson!"
Chevelle looks into the camera from the corner of his eyes and grins, slowly shaking his head and waving his finger.
"What happened? No wait, let's back up to him calling me out as a cheater. Mark, I'm gonna give you a piece of knowledge I want you to remember. There's no such thing as a fair fight. I'll say that again there's no such thing.. as a fair fight."
"I don't cheat. I improvise. I do what it takes."
"And tonight Mark, you were measured and weighed and found unworthy. For a second time, I pinned you and one of us proved to be a man of his word. David Carroll can babble about God and give whatever damn sermon he wants, he still got his ass whupped! Billy can prance around calling himself the G.O.A.T. all he wants, but when he's in the ring with me he learns a whole new perspective on GOAT...."
"Nothing is gonna change folks. There are those who talk about it and then there are those who go through with it and as you can see, I'm a man of my word. And the UWL Television Championship is right where it needs to be. Looking forward to polishing my boots with the rest of your ass's in the cup. That's all for now. "
Chevelle and Haley walk out of the scene, leaving a speechless Abby on her own. The scene fades to black.
Cory Chevelle is standing backstage following his victory in the night's final main event. Sweat is beating down from his brow, and the UWL Television Championship rests on his right shoulder. He pours some bottled water over his head, and looks at the familiar title hanging over his shoulder. He smiles, looking into the camera as his daughter Haley approaches him in congratulations. UWL's very own, Abby Joseph also approaches him stopping an arms reach away to his left.
"Abby Joseph here backstage with our new UWL Television Champion, "The Silverback" Cory Chevelle! Cory-"
"Television Champion of the World."
"I'm sorry?"
Chevelle moves in closer to her, eyes staring intently into hers. He draws a long, deep breath and adjusts the title in his shoulder.
"You will address me as the UWL Television Champion of... The World."
"Oh... Okay.. I apologize. Cory Chevelle, our NEW UWL Television Champion of the World!"
Chevy grins, raising his head back while knocking on the face plate of the UWL Tv title.
"You said coming into this match that it wasn't just a title shot for you, but a defense given your previous historic reign as the UWL Television Champion of the world some years back. Tonight, you proved your words to be true in the eyes of UWL and it's fans."
"And?"
"Well..how does it feel? The bout did not look easy."
Chevelle shakes his head, rolling his eyes.
"You wanna know my feelings, is that it?"
Abby readjusts her form and composure in an effort to clarify herself but Chevelle cuts her off.
"I thi-"
"Parson me BUT... The bout went exactly, and I mean EXACTLY as I said it would. Maybe some of you don't hear so well, or maybe you just don't know how to listen! Take Mark Storm for example. He wanted to call me out as a cheater, did he not? He was mad as hell, and done putting up with the weight of the world and was gonna teach me a good old fashion lesson!"
Chevelle looks into the camera from the corner of his eyes and grins, slowly shaking his head and waving his finger.
"What happened? No wait, let's back up to him calling me out as a cheater. Mark, I'm gonna give you a piece of knowledge I want you to remember. There's no such thing as a fair fight. I'll say that again there's no such thing.. as a fair fight."
"I don't cheat. I improvise. I do what it takes."
"And tonight Mark, you were measured and weighed and found unworthy. For a second time, I pinned you and one of us proved to be a man of his word. David Carroll can babble about God and give whatever damn sermon he wants, he still got his ass whupped! Billy can prance around calling himself the G.O.A.T. all he wants, but when he's in the ring with me he learns a whole new perspective on GOAT...."
"Nothing is gonna change folks. There are those who talk about it and then there are those who go through with it and as you can see, I'm a man of my word. And the UWL Television Championship is right where it needs to be. Looking forward to polishing my boots with the rest of your ass's in the cup. That's all for now. "
Chevelle and Haley walk out of the scene, leaving a speechless Abby on her own. The scene fades to black.
