Post by Cory Chevelle on Dec 1, 2015 18:18:16 GMT -5
Welcome to Silverback Country
Cory Chevelle
The wrestler. The Olympian. The Silverback. Born and raised in the backwoods of Northeast Missouri, outside a town called Kirksville. He's a highly decorated athlete, and earlier this year made his return to pro-wrestling after a near 5 year hiatus (despite his off and on MMA run). Upon his return, he's been one of the most sought after talents by many big promotions in the world. Known for his brute strength, freakish physique and abilities, and vulgar charisma- Cory Chevelle is a man who can put ass's in the seats! But when he's not in the ring, he's home on his farm with his 20 year old daughter who also manages him.
Haley Chevelle
The Silverback's heart and soul. The only person who matters most to Cory is his beautiful daughter, Haley. When Chevelle left the ring years ago, he didn't really say why. Rumors even spread that he had died in a car accident. But the truth is, Chevelle was miserable with life. Him and his wife began going through a nasty divorce, Chevy was drinking too damn much, and was flying off the handle. It was his daughter who chose to stay with her father, and eventually help pull him out of his slump. She encouraged him into a brief MMA career in which he was successful, but didn't have the same love for it as he did with wrestling. Haley doesn't share her father's brutish personality, she's sweet as can be, and genuine. But she's still a Chevelle.
Frank Leary
The Vietnam war vet, a golden gloves boxer and nationally decorated collegiate wrestler, Frank Leary has trained Cory since he wrestled in highschool, college, and the Olympics. After that, Frank managed his professional wrestling career. Frank's a grouchy, bitter, old man who no one ever knows how to take. He's tough as nails, but he's so god damn mean!
It's December 1st, 2015. It's a cold December day in Northeast Missouri. The trees are all bare, the grass is damp and nearly dead. But inside a beautiful, large, white farmhouse is a warm fire burning in the fireplace just inside the living room where Cory, Frank, and Cory's daughter Haley are sitting and discussing the NGW signing, and schedule. Cory is standing in front of his fireplace, looking into the fire as his long time manager and wrestling coach, Frank Leary, is ranting about Cory's decision.
”WHAT THE HELL DO YOU NEED TO PROVE TO ANY OF THESE BUMS!?”
Cory turns around to Frank, grinning with his response.
”Not a damn thing. This ain't about proving myself to nobody! It's about a new territory to pick some fights, whip some ass, and expand!”
Frank rolls his eyes, sighing with frustration.
”MY ASS IT IS! Things have been going smoothly, why up your dates?”
”Because the world wants Cory Chevelle. Unfiltered, uncensored, raw, AND IN THEIR FACE! So I'm gonna give it to them.”
Haley suddenly perks up and chimes in..
”NGW has extended offers before.. Though you kinda pushed that with your Klan-man rant on twitter toward that Deadeye guy...”
Haley at first was speaking to her father sternly, looking him right in the eyes and then she loses confidence and looks away giving an awkward giggle. Cory wanted to laugh at first, taken by surprise which then turned to pride for his daughter. He was proud of the young woman she had become, and the woman she would one day be. With a smile, Cory just shook his head and replied:
”That wasn't even serious! If wanted to be racist, I could have said A LOT worse! I was just screwin' with the boy. Hell, he took it well. I liked him. Then the other day his girl started acting all tough. What is it with your generation!? 'Buncha god damn keyboard warriors! Y'all talk a ton of shit on your facebook, and your twitter. Well, this time someone's gonna answer for that tough talk! Not only did it get my foot in NGW, it got me a debut match in which I can come out and be a total sadistic bastard in that ring, people lose their minds, and NGW smells the money so they throw more at me to stay! What's hard to understand about ANY of that?”
”So this is a money move?”
Cory shakes his head, turning back to he fire place.
”No. It's never a money move. It's a god damn fight! I'm sick of seeing people come into my sport, and play wrestler. All while they're some actor, or rapper, or Satanic retard, or whatever. I'm sick of these people being CHARACTERS before being WRESTLER'S! That girl, she was whining about just starting training earlier in the week. Then, over a joke, she's gonna CALL ME OUT!? I'm gonna make a very clear point when I arrive at NGW. When I'm done with her, we'll see what they offer, what they want, and I'll fight the rest of the sonsabitches there! I just wanna fight, Frank! That's it.”
”I'm worried about the racism getting tied in. It could hurt your reputation. Racism isn't really 'in' in 2015 dad...”
”Racial humor's always 'in'! Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy, Dave Chappelle, Ron White, Rodney Carrington... The pussies just need to lighten up and laugh a little more. I won't come marching out in a klan uniform, towing a cross and a can of gasoline! I won't drop any 'N bombs'. But god damn, if I wanna rile a boy's feathers a lil bit, I'm gonna say whatever in the hell I wanna say! And then I'm gonna punch some sad sumbitch in the mouth! Let's give everybody someone they hate... and love to hate even more! Let's give people a reason to cheer for the bad guy! Because regardless of how crude and offensive I might be out there, They all secretly agree, and wanna laugh, and wanna run to me for a high five. But that wouldn't be right by today's standards! Fuck today's standards, let's break some walls, let's tear shit up! Wrestling needs a wake up call! Everyone's a god damn hero or villain! I don't give a rat's ass about that! Let's just give em CORY CHEVELLE!”
Haley nods I support to her father. Meanwhile Frank is just glaring at Cory.
”Alright, dammit! But if you piss em all off, and this flops it's on you! Couldn't just give em 'Noble, fighting, warrior' Cory Chevelle, has to be the crazy, psychotic, Hillbilly Hercules! THE ASSHOLE!”
Cory chuckles while watching the logs crackle and pop in the fireplace.
”We've been doing this a long time, haven't we Frank?”
Frank looks at Cory. Cory turns back around, facing Frank, looking him in the eye from across the room. Frank nods his head and waits for Cory to go on.
”And I've always trusted you. Now I'm asking you to trust me, old man. Haley needs this experience as well if she's gonna take over for you. I wanna take this promotion by storm, and give them a legitimate wrestler. A real fighter. I wanna give em hell, and get em to market that shit! I don't give a damn who they put in front of me! I'll show none of them mercy, and I'll outshine em completely! I will be dominant! Start me out in a dark match, I don't care! Put me in a match with a couple rookie chicks, still don't care! Book me against a 20 year girl who doesn't have a month of training even, I'm gonna kill!”
“And before you know, Cory Chevelle is leading the pack, and he's putting miles between him and the rest of em!”
“Ain't staying in the cage anymore, Frank...”
Frank slowly nods, looking down as he tries to think of something say or just snarl back. But the old man leaves it be, and continues only nodding in agreement.
”Well, then let's do it. But, as you both know my health uh, ain't been the best. So Haley, you'll probably be on the road with him more than I will be. So keep him out of trouble!”
”Really? You're making my daughter be babysitter?”
”Somebody has to! And you'll actually listen to her.. I'm too old for this shit.”
Haley is looking back at Frank, nodding. She shoots a dad a little smirk and mouth's “I'm the boss!” with a goofy look on her face. Cory just shakes his head and smiles.
Cory Chevelle
The wrestler. The Olympian. The Silverback. Born and raised in the backwoods of Northeast Missouri, outside a town called Kirksville. He's a highly decorated athlete, and earlier this year made his return to pro-wrestling after a near 5 year hiatus (despite his off and on MMA run). Upon his return, he's been one of the most sought after talents by many big promotions in the world. Known for his brute strength, freakish physique and abilities, and vulgar charisma- Cory Chevelle is a man who can put ass's in the seats! But when he's not in the ring, he's home on his farm with his 20 year old daughter who also manages him.
Haley Chevelle
The Silverback's heart and soul. The only person who matters most to Cory is his beautiful daughter, Haley. When Chevelle left the ring years ago, he didn't really say why. Rumors even spread that he had died in a car accident. But the truth is, Chevelle was miserable with life. Him and his wife began going through a nasty divorce, Chevy was drinking too damn much, and was flying off the handle. It was his daughter who chose to stay with her father, and eventually help pull him out of his slump. She encouraged him into a brief MMA career in which he was successful, but didn't have the same love for it as he did with wrestling. Haley doesn't share her father's brutish personality, she's sweet as can be, and genuine. But she's still a Chevelle.
Frank Leary
The Vietnam war vet, a golden gloves boxer and nationally decorated collegiate wrestler, Frank Leary has trained Cory since he wrestled in highschool, college, and the Olympics. After that, Frank managed his professional wrestling career. Frank's a grouchy, bitter, old man who no one ever knows how to take. He's tough as nails, but he's so god damn mean!
It's December 1st, 2015. It's a cold December day in Northeast Missouri. The trees are all bare, the grass is damp and nearly dead. But inside a beautiful, large, white farmhouse is a warm fire burning in the fireplace just inside the living room where Cory, Frank, and Cory's daughter Haley are sitting and discussing the NGW signing, and schedule. Cory is standing in front of his fireplace, looking into the fire as his long time manager and wrestling coach, Frank Leary, is ranting about Cory's decision.
”WHAT THE HELL DO YOU NEED TO PROVE TO ANY OF THESE BUMS!?”
Cory turns around to Frank, grinning with his response.
”Not a damn thing. This ain't about proving myself to nobody! It's about a new territory to pick some fights, whip some ass, and expand!”
Frank rolls his eyes, sighing with frustration.
”MY ASS IT IS! Things have been going smoothly, why up your dates?”
”Because the world wants Cory Chevelle. Unfiltered, uncensored, raw, AND IN THEIR FACE! So I'm gonna give it to them.”
Haley suddenly perks up and chimes in..
”NGW has extended offers before.. Though you kinda pushed that with your Klan-man rant on twitter toward that Deadeye guy...”
Haley at first was speaking to her father sternly, looking him right in the eyes and then she loses confidence and looks away giving an awkward giggle. Cory wanted to laugh at first, taken by surprise which then turned to pride for his daughter. He was proud of the young woman she had become, and the woman she would one day be. With a smile, Cory just shook his head and replied:
”That wasn't even serious! If wanted to be racist, I could have said A LOT worse! I was just screwin' with the boy. Hell, he took it well. I liked him. Then the other day his girl started acting all tough. What is it with your generation!? 'Buncha god damn keyboard warriors! Y'all talk a ton of shit on your facebook, and your twitter. Well, this time someone's gonna answer for that tough talk! Not only did it get my foot in NGW, it got me a debut match in which I can come out and be a total sadistic bastard in that ring, people lose their minds, and NGW smells the money so they throw more at me to stay! What's hard to understand about ANY of that?”
”So this is a money move?”
Cory shakes his head, turning back to he fire place.
”No. It's never a money move. It's a god damn fight! I'm sick of seeing people come into my sport, and play wrestler. All while they're some actor, or rapper, or Satanic retard, or whatever. I'm sick of these people being CHARACTERS before being WRESTLER'S! That girl, she was whining about just starting training earlier in the week. Then, over a joke, she's gonna CALL ME OUT!? I'm gonna make a very clear point when I arrive at NGW. When I'm done with her, we'll see what they offer, what they want, and I'll fight the rest of the sonsabitches there! I just wanna fight, Frank! That's it.”
”I'm worried about the racism getting tied in. It could hurt your reputation. Racism isn't really 'in' in 2015 dad...”
”Racial humor's always 'in'! Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy, Dave Chappelle, Ron White, Rodney Carrington... The pussies just need to lighten up and laugh a little more. I won't come marching out in a klan uniform, towing a cross and a can of gasoline! I won't drop any 'N bombs'. But god damn, if I wanna rile a boy's feathers a lil bit, I'm gonna say whatever in the hell I wanna say! And then I'm gonna punch some sad sumbitch in the mouth! Let's give everybody someone they hate... and love to hate even more! Let's give people a reason to cheer for the bad guy! Because regardless of how crude and offensive I might be out there, They all secretly agree, and wanna laugh, and wanna run to me for a high five. But that wouldn't be right by today's standards! Fuck today's standards, let's break some walls, let's tear shit up! Wrestling needs a wake up call! Everyone's a god damn hero or villain! I don't give a rat's ass about that! Let's just give em CORY CHEVELLE!”
Haley nods I support to her father. Meanwhile Frank is just glaring at Cory.
”Alright, dammit! But if you piss em all off, and this flops it's on you! Couldn't just give em 'Noble, fighting, warrior' Cory Chevelle, has to be the crazy, psychotic, Hillbilly Hercules! THE ASSHOLE!”
Cory chuckles while watching the logs crackle and pop in the fireplace.
”We've been doing this a long time, haven't we Frank?”
Frank looks at Cory. Cory turns back around, facing Frank, looking him in the eye from across the room. Frank nods his head and waits for Cory to go on.
”And I've always trusted you. Now I'm asking you to trust me, old man. Haley needs this experience as well if she's gonna take over for you. I wanna take this promotion by storm, and give them a legitimate wrestler. A real fighter. I wanna give em hell, and get em to market that shit! I don't give a damn who they put in front of me! I'll show none of them mercy, and I'll outshine em completely! I will be dominant! Start me out in a dark match, I don't care! Put me in a match with a couple rookie chicks, still don't care! Book me against a 20 year girl who doesn't have a month of training even, I'm gonna kill!”
“And before you know, Cory Chevelle is leading the pack, and he's putting miles between him and the rest of em!”
“Ain't staying in the cage anymore, Frank...”
Frank slowly nods, looking down as he tries to think of something say or just snarl back. But the old man leaves it be, and continues only nodding in agreement.
”Well, then let's do it. But, as you both know my health uh, ain't been the best. So Haley, you'll probably be on the road with him more than I will be. So keep him out of trouble!”
”Really? You're making my daughter be babysitter?”
”Somebody has to! And you'll actually listen to her.. I'm too old for this shit.”
Haley is looking back at Frank, nodding. She shoots a dad a little smirk and mouth's “I'm the boss!” with a goofy look on her face. Cory just shakes his head and smiles.