Post by Cory Chevelle on Jul 25, 2023 20:27:11 GMT -5
Presented by UWL and Camp Silverback...
The scene opens to an open pasture some where in the Chevelle homestead. A field of golden wheat and oats, a serene view at first. The next shot comes to a white stallion laying on its side in torment and pain, due to a broken leg. There's a shadow looming over the horse's body. The camera slowly turns to the left until we see Cory Chevelle standing with a Henry made lever action rifle. His eyes tell the story of resentment for whats about to happen. He racks one in, and the shot cuts to an overview shot of the homestead as one long shot echoes through out the land.
The scene cuts to Chevelle as he's walking back through the pasture towards his home, rifle still in hand. He scowls, squinting his eyes a little to avoid the sun that's beaming down on his face...
"I've lived on a farm all my life. I tell ya something, you learn a lot about life...and death. That horse was worth a quarter of a million dollars. He was born here, I raised him, broke him, trained him. Now look at him.. dead in a field and ain't worth much more than dog kibble. Was what I just done back there hard? No, not at all."
"So pay attention Mark Storm. Because you.. your career in UWL.. it all kinda strikes me as very similar. You're, or you were, a prized stallion in the company. You're a man with unlimited potential! Easily worth whatever they pay ya and then some. But lately you've gone kinda lame wouldn't ya say? I mean, you come out week after week and fight like hell, get your ass beat time and time again then come back and become the first and only man in UWL to pin me cleanly and go on in the cup. An event that, should have been yours...."
"But you blew it."
Chevelle stops walking and stares dead into the camera.
"You're in a spot like that horse was Mark. So I'm gonna make the hard choice that no one else wants to make and end your misery at Championship Extravaganza in Orlando, Florida at the Addition financial arena on August fifth."
Chevelle spits at the ground and tips his hat up.
"I can't stress enough just how much I'm looking forward to this match. Hell Mark, some weeks back I was sick of ya. I was sick of whipping you over, then at the cup you surprised us all me included! But that ain't gonna happen twice. Just as lightning doesn't strike twice in the same spot. Now I know, you're tired of failing, you're tired of looking in the mirror and seeing the weak, less-than-of a man you see. I don't blame you, I would be too. Hell, you know.. I honestly thought they should have done this match when it was me verses Nick Danger. But hey, we're in the triple main event and that's where my championship belongs. That's where I've worked to get it Mark."
"Understand?"
"So Mark Storm... Which version of you are we gonna get? The whipped pup sick of everyone taking a bite out of him or the self rising Phoenix of a man we got when you and I last faced off?"
"I assure you.. it doesn't matter boy."
"Because at the end of the day, as I have already proven once and will continue proving over and over once Cory Chevelle has the gold, it ain't going anywhere! You have heart Mark Storm but you don't have the fortitude and come Championship Extravaganza I am going to rip your heart out and take a bite out of it right in front of you and any fan screaming your name just because I can and I want you and all other future challengers to know what you're stepping in the ring against! They don't call me THE Beast for nothing. The Silverback. THE Hellbilly. I didn't win Olympic gold on brute strength alone folks. I size everybody up accordingly and you Mark Storm, you don't amount to half of what you say, not lately anyway."
Chevy raises and rests the rifle over his left shoulder and continues walking back towards home.
"Don't worry Mark. I'll make it quick."
Fade to black.
The scene opens to an open pasture some where in the Chevelle homestead. A field of golden wheat and oats, a serene view at first. The next shot comes to a white stallion laying on its side in torment and pain, due to a broken leg. There's a shadow looming over the horse's body. The camera slowly turns to the left until we see Cory Chevelle standing with a Henry made lever action rifle. His eyes tell the story of resentment for whats about to happen. He racks one in, and the shot cuts to an overview shot of the homestead as one long shot echoes through out the land.
The scene cuts to Chevelle as he's walking back through the pasture towards his home, rifle still in hand. He scowls, squinting his eyes a little to avoid the sun that's beaming down on his face...
"I've lived on a farm all my life. I tell ya something, you learn a lot about life...and death. That horse was worth a quarter of a million dollars. He was born here, I raised him, broke him, trained him. Now look at him.. dead in a field and ain't worth much more than dog kibble. Was what I just done back there hard? No, not at all."
"So pay attention Mark Storm. Because you.. your career in UWL.. it all kinda strikes me as very similar. You're, or you were, a prized stallion in the company. You're a man with unlimited potential! Easily worth whatever they pay ya and then some. But lately you've gone kinda lame wouldn't ya say? I mean, you come out week after week and fight like hell, get your ass beat time and time again then come back and become the first and only man in UWL to pin me cleanly and go on in the cup. An event that, should have been yours...."
"But you blew it."
Chevelle stops walking and stares dead into the camera.
"You're in a spot like that horse was Mark. So I'm gonna make the hard choice that no one else wants to make and end your misery at Championship Extravaganza in Orlando, Florida at the Addition financial arena on August fifth."
Chevelle spits at the ground and tips his hat up.
"I can't stress enough just how much I'm looking forward to this match. Hell Mark, some weeks back I was sick of ya. I was sick of whipping you over, then at the cup you surprised us all me included! But that ain't gonna happen twice. Just as lightning doesn't strike twice in the same spot. Now I know, you're tired of failing, you're tired of looking in the mirror and seeing the weak, less-than-of a man you see. I don't blame you, I would be too. Hell, you know.. I honestly thought they should have done this match when it was me verses Nick Danger. But hey, we're in the triple main event and that's where my championship belongs. That's where I've worked to get it Mark."
"Understand?"
"So Mark Storm... Which version of you are we gonna get? The whipped pup sick of everyone taking a bite out of him or the self rising Phoenix of a man we got when you and I last faced off?"
"I assure you.. it doesn't matter boy."
"Because at the end of the day, as I have already proven once and will continue proving over and over once Cory Chevelle has the gold, it ain't going anywhere! You have heart Mark Storm but you don't have the fortitude and come Championship Extravaganza I am going to rip your heart out and take a bite out of it right in front of you and any fan screaming your name just because I can and I want you and all other future challengers to know what you're stepping in the ring against! They don't call me THE Beast for nothing. The Silverback. THE Hellbilly. I didn't win Olympic gold on brute strength alone folks. I size everybody up accordingly and you Mark Storm, you don't amount to half of what you say, not lately anyway."
Chevy raises and rests the rifle over his left shoulder and continues walking back towards home.
"Don't worry Mark. I'll make it quick."
Fade to black.
