Post by Cory Chevelle on Oct 4, 2023 22:32:04 GMT -5
Cory Chevelle is walking through the halls backstage with his newly won world heavyweight title draped over his shoulder. Billy Danielson is the first person to come around the corner and congratulate him. The two share a few more friendly words, then bump fists and Chevy moves on. Haley Chevelle followed by Frank O'Leary are waiting in the hall for him. Upon their sight, Chevy looks directly at his old coach and trainer, the man who's been with him since highschool, and he raises the belt towards Frank who couldn't look more proud.
"Congratulations son, I'm proud of ya."
"Congratulations daddy, you were awesome tonight. I think that's the loudest I've heard the crowd get during a show in a while. They might boo ya but the people love ya."
Chevy gives a nod of acceptance. All he wants to do is hit the showers and head home. Then Abby Joseph comes scrambling down the hall after him. Chevy rolled his eyes. More cameras, more conversing. Two things he really didn't necessarily want right now. But he knew having just won the title, they were both surely to come.
Abby:
CORY! CORY CHEVELLE!
Abby reaches Chevelle who's standing outside the locker room now. His title draped over his left shoulder, sweat still running down his face.
Abby:
Congratulations on your victory tonight Chevy, you know what I'm going to ask you. How does it feel?
Chevy chuckles and smiles, giving the title a glance before responding to Abby.
Chevy:
What else can I say, it feels great but I know better than to count my chicks before they hatched. On my way back someone informed me of the next card and seems my first defense is coming up right off the bat.
Abby:
Yes! You'll be defending against Daron Smythe who's invoking his rematch clause I believe. Guess Smythe isn't letting you off the hook that easy.
Chevy:
Yeah, well that's alright by me. See Abby, even though I beat him to win the fatal fourway, and become the true heavyweight champion, I still don't feel like I'm yet the champion. So I'm glad there's a one on one rematch between us because you know what? I want no doubts in anyone's mind who the champ is. So we ain't partying or celebrating tonight. We're gonna hit the road, get back home and form the game plan and prepare because I know Smythe is gonna bring everything he's got to the table for our match in Chattanooga.
Abby:
Do you ever stop and relax?
Cory Chevelle:
I learned a long time ago from a man around here... there ain't no time for that crap if you wanna achieve true greatness.
Abby:
Wait was that an homage to Cal-
Cory Chevelle:
Woman if you say his name I'll commit a domestic assault right here.
Abby:
Noted. Well at least let me ask one more question. What kind of champion will you be?
Chevy stops as his head drops and he nearly smacks himself upside the head at the question. He looks at Abby, and looks into the camera.
Cory Chevelle:
One who doesn't answer stupid questions such as that, and one who doesn't answer to anyone period.
Chevelle and his family move on, with Chevy heading into the lockeroom and the scene fades to black.
"Congratulations son, I'm proud of ya."
"Congratulations daddy, you were awesome tonight. I think that's the loudest I've heard the crowd get during a show in a while. They might boo ya but the people love ya."
Chevy gives a nod of acceptance. All he wants to do is hit the showers and head home. Then Abby Joseph comes scrambling down the hall after him. Chevy rolled his eyes. More cameras, more conversing. Two things he really didn't necessarily want right now. But he knew having just won the title, they were both surely to come.
Abby:
CORY! CORY CHEVELLE!
Abby reaches Chevelle who's standing outside the locker room now. His title draped over his left shoulder, sweat still running down his face.
Abby:
Congratulations on your victory tonight Chevy, you know what I'm going to ask you. How does it feel?
Chevy chuckles and smiles, giving the title a glance before responding to Abby.
Chevy:
What else can I say, it feels great but I know better than to count my chicks before they hatched. On my way back someone informed me of the next card and seems my first defense is coming up right off the bat.
Abby:
Yes! You'll be defending against Daron Smythe who's invoking his rematch clause I believe. Guess Smythe isn't letting you off the hook that easy.
Chevy:
Yeah, well that's alright by me. See Abby, even though I beat him to win the fatal fourway, and become the true heavyweight champion, I still don't feel like I'm yet the champion. So I'm glad there's a one on one rematch between us because you know what? I want no doubts in anyone's mind who the champ is. So we ain't partying or celebrating tonight. We're gonna hit the road, get back home and form the game plan and prepare because I know Smythe is gonna bring everything he's got to the table for our match in Chattanooga.
Abby:
Do you ever stop and relax?
Cory Chevelle:
I learned a long time ago from a man around here... there ain't no time for that crap if you wanna achieve true greatness.
Abby:
Wait was that an homage to Cal-
Cory Chevelle:
Woman if you say his name I'll commit a domestic assault right here.
Abby:
Noted. Well at least let me ask one more question. What kind of champion will you be?
Chevy stops as his head drops and he nearly smacks himself upside the head at the question. He looks at Abby, and looks into the camera.
Cory Chevelle:
One who doesn't answer stupid questions such as that, and one who doesn't answer to anyone period.
Chevelle and his family move on, with Chevy heading into the lockeroom and the scene fades to black.
