Post by Cory Chevelle on Mar 5, 2024 18:11:43 GMT -8
With blood and sweat dripping down his face he made his way behind the curtain. Employees and fellow roster members in the halls parted like the red sea. Some paid compliments and respect after the brutal and gory spectacle that was the Warzone in a cage match. Fans were now leaving and the road crews were getting ready to go out and start tearing the place down. Chevelle walked through the back with his head high, having just put on one of the best matches of his career since his return to the ring. Finally he reaches the locker room, and pulls the door open. He walks in, not paying any attention to anyone lingering or changing from their gear, and he sits down on the bench in front of his locker.
He takes a long, deep breath and exhales while he looks up at the lights in the ceiling and replays the match in his mind. It was a huge win for not just him, but the group as a whole.
"Now what", he thought to himself.
Chevelle scoots aside and turns to his locker, grabbing his gear bag out as he shuffles through the contents inside. He pulls out a small cigar box, and takes out two cigars. He glances at the door, still no Braddock but he knew his partner was behind him. He clips each tip of the cigars and sets them aside before resting back against the lockers.
"Hell of a match, Chevy!"
"Yeah, good color too"
"Man when him and Aleki stood staring each other down, that shit was insane man!"
The boys all talked about the show and we're cracking up over the signs Vulgar Display of Power were showing earlier on. The feedback was an incredible thing to Chevelle, and he respected it. He didn't say anything, but with a slight nod to them he said everything. Finally Braddock comes flying through the door, smiling ear to ear as he sits down next to Chevy. The two fist bump and then Braddock slaps Chevelle on the shoulder, cheerfully.
"We fuckin rocked out there brother!"Braddock shouted
Chevelle smiled, wiping the blood and sweat from his brow as he looked at Braddock.
"And look at you! You're bloody man! You really sold that shit for them! The crowd loved us tonight, didn't matter what we did."
"Yeah we were white hot all night it seemed like. That's good, that's what they pay us for."
"You should probably go to medical and get that stitched up Chev."
"Later", Chevelle said glancing at his bloodied hands. He rose to his feet and looked around the locker room then hollered out "Drinks are on me tonight!" The guys cheered and whistled as Chevy turned back around and started going through his gear, taking a towel out.
"Haley's gonna be mad if you don't get that looked at."
Chevy just looked at his partner and nodded, then he headed for the showers while Braddock popped open a Pabst blue ribbon and started celebrating the victory.
The hot water stung his open cut on his forehead at first. He leaned in, looking down at the blood as it washed down into the drain. As Chevelle scrubbed and turned in the shower his muscles aches and he could tell he'd been through a war tonight but it didn't bother him too much. The adrenaline was still coursing through his veins, he could still hear the roars of the crowd with each flashback going through his mind. Their first main event together and it ended in a great victory, and he was proud of that. Tonight they stood out and managed to steal another show which Chevelle knew would only boost them up the ladder in the locker room. It doesn't end here though, they've still got a tag division to revive and dominate he thought.
He shut the water off and grabbed his hanging towel, wiping away excess water and little bit of blood. His cut was still bleeding but he didn't care. He wrapped the towel around his waist and left the showers, going back to his locker and gear. Chevy took a seat next to Braddock who handed him an ice cold beer. Chevy traded him a cigar for the beer and the two cheers'd then starting swiggin'. Finally Chevelle took his cigar and placed it in his mouth, pulling out an old zippo he struck a flame and began slowly lighting the cigar.
"Here, allow me."
Chevy lit Braddock's up next and the two both leaned back and relaxed a moment.
"Whatcha' thinkin' partner?"
Chevelle doesn't answer immediately. He takes a long, slow drag from the cigar and then removes it from his mouth.
"Things I could of done better. Keeping up with Aleki tonight wasn't very easy. Kids got a lot of rocket fuel in him."
Braddock shook his head and elbowed Chevelle.
"Don't get all old man Logan on me, you were on point tonight man. And there's a lot of money in you two down the road!"
"Which is why I've got more work to do. I'm in my prime, time to show it. Old man Logan, what the hell is that?"
"The wolverine movie where Hugh Jackman plays an older version of Wolverine?"
Chevelle shakes his head, lost.
"It was a great movie, you seriously haven't seen it? Jesus man take your girl to a movie more often."
"Is it better than The Shootist?"
"I doubt you'd think so but same concept. Check it out sometime. It's probably on Netflix or one of em."
"I don't watch that crap."
Braddock laughed, not surprised by Chevy's remark. Braddock had heard about his Alaskan getaways and knew how much of a recluse his partner could be. He was still not over Chevelle not seeing Logan however.
"Hey guys, I'm pretty sure you can't smoke those in here..."
"Fuck that, we'll do what we want. Any of you guys want a beer?" Replied Braddock.
Chevelle took another long drag from the cigar and smiled, giving a wink on top of it. Then he stood up and began getting dressed. After slipping some pants on he noticed a drop of blood drip down on the bench. He felt his forehead, and sure enough...
"Shit."
"Staples or stitches? I'm gonna say stitches."
"Stitches. Meet ya later for drinks?"
"Absolutely."
"Alright, I'm gonna get this taken care of. Hopefully the doc doesn't hold a grudge against me for beating her man tonight."
On that note, Chevelle put his boots on and grabbed a plain black T-shirt then walked out of the locker room.
He takes a long, deep breath and exhales while he looks up at the lights in the ceiling and replays the match in his mind. It was a huge win for not just him, but the group as a whole.
"Now what", he thought to himself.
Chevelle scoots aside and turns to his locker, grabbing his gear bag out as he shuffles through the contents inside. He pulls out a small cigar box, and takes out two cigars. He glances at the door, still no Braddock but he knew his partner was behind him. He clips each tip of the cigars and sets them aside before resting back against the lockers.
"Hell of a match, Chevy!"
"Yeah, good color too"
"Man when him and Aleki stood staring each other down, that shit was insane man!"
The boys all talked about the show and we're cracking up over the signs Vulgar Display of Power were showing earlier on. The feedback was an incredible thing to Chevelle, and he respected it. He didn't say anything, but with a slight nod to them he said everything. Finally Braddock comes flying through the door, smiling ear to ear as he sits down next to Chevy. The two fist bump and then Braddock slaps Chevelle on the shoulder, cheerfully.
"We fuckin rocked out there brother!"Braddock shouted
Chevelle smiled, wiping the blood and sweat from his brow as he looked at Braddock.
"And look at you! You're bloody man! You really sold that shit for them! The crowd loved us tonight, didn't matter what we did."
"Yeah we were white hot all night it seemed like. That's good, that's what they pay us for."
"You should probably go to medical and get that stitched up Chev."
"Later", Chevelle said glancing at his bloodied hands. He rose to his feet and looked around the locker room then hollered out "Drinks are on me tonight!" The guys cheered and whistled as Chevy turned back around and started going through his gear, taking a towel out.
"Haley's gonna be mad if you don't get that looked at."
Chevy just looked at his partner and nodded, then he headed for the showers while Braddock popped open a Pabst blue ribbon and started celebrating the victory.
The hot water stung his open cut on his forehead at first. He leaned in, looking down at the blood as it washed down into the drain. As Chevelle scrubbed and turned in the shower his muscles aches and he could tell he'd been through a war tonight but it didn't bother him too much. The adrenaline was still coursing through his veins, he could still hear the roars of the crowd with each flashback going through his mind. Their first main event together and it ended in a great victory, and he was proud of that. Tonight they stood out and managed to steal another show which Chevelle knew would only boost them up the ladder in the locker room. It doesn't end here though, they've still got a tag division to revive and dominate he thought.
He shut the water off and grabbed his hanging towel, wiping away excess water and little bit of blood. His cut was still bleeding but he didn't care. He wrapped the towel around his waist and left the showers, going back to his locker and gear. Chevy took a seat next to Braddock who handed him an ice cold beer. Chevy traded him a cigar for the beer and the two cheers'd then starting swiggin'. Finally Chevelle took his cigar and placed it in his mouth, pulling out an old zippo he struck a flame and began slowly lighting the cigar.
"Here, allow me."
Chevy lit Braddock's up next and the two both leaned back and relaxed a moment.
"Whatcha' thinkin' partner?"
Chevelle doesn't answer immediately. He takes a long, slow drag from the cigar and then removes it from his mouth.
"Things I could of done better. Keeping up with Aleki tonight wasn't very easy. Kids got a lot of rocket fuel in him."
Braddock shook his head and elbowed Chevelle.
"Don't get all old man Logan on me, you were on point tonight man. And there's a lot of money in you two down the road!"
"Which is why I've got more work to do. I'm in my prime, time to show it. Old man Logan, what the hell is that?"
"The wolverine movie where Hugh Jackman plays an older version of Wolverine?"
Chevelle shakes his head, lost.
"It was a great movie, you seriously haven't seen it? Jesus man take your girl to a movie more often."
"Is it better than The Shootist?"
"I doubt you'd think so but same concept. Check it out sometime. It's probably on Netflix or one of em."
"I don't watch that crap."
Braddock laughed, not surprised by Chevy's remark. Braddock had heard about his Alaskan getaways and knew how much of a recluse his partner could be. He was still not over Chevelle not seeing Logan however.
"Hey guys, I'm pretty sure you can't smoke those in here..."
"Fuck that, we'll do what we want. Any of you guys want a beer?" Replied Braddock.
Chevelle took another long drag from the cigar and smiled, giving a wink on top of it. Then he stood up and began getting dressed. After slipping some pants on he noticed a drop of blood drip down on the bench. He felt his forehead, and sure enough...
"Shit."
"Staples or stitches? I'm gonna say stitches."
"Stitches. Meet ya later for drinks?"
"Absolutely."
"Alright, I'm gonna get this taken care of. Hopefully the doc doesn't hold a grudge against me for beating her man tonight."
On that note, Chevelle put his boots on and grabbed a plain black T-shirt then walked out of the locker room.
