Post by kenzie on Jan 30, 2009 5:13:09 GMT -5
Jokers Wild is over. The superstars are winding down and getting ready to go and celebrate, and a few cameras are still following superstars around backstage, for the CWF Exclusive footage. The scene opens up backstage, as the camera shows a door, with a nameplate reading 'CJ Tyler'. Suddenly a hand comes across the frame and knocks on the door.
CJ Tyler; Yeah, come in.
The camera zooms out and shows the new International Champion, Sean Roberts, opening the door. He steps into the room and see's CJ sitting on a folding chair, a bottle of water in hand. Sean has medical tape covering the laceration on his head, and his side bandaged where the light tube pierced his skin. He has a blood stained towel draped over his neck and his International Championship draped over his shoulder, and blood stains on his black jeans. CJ stands up and Sean offers his hand to CJ, who extends his hand to Seans and they share a brief handshake. Sean sighs, cringing and holding his ribs with his free hand. He looks up at CJ, wincing a little.
Sean; CJ, I just came to say I hope there are no hard feelings over our match. You put up one hell of a fight. Oh, and while I remember, about what happened after the match... just know that I got your back man. You don't need to thank me, I know you would've done the same for me.
Sean looks at the title on his shoulder, a weak smile taking form across his face.
Sean; At least now all the years of training and hardwork have paid off. I now know what it's like to be one of the best, and damn it feels good. Anyway, I'm gonna go get a beer to celebrate, care to join me?... my shout of course.
CJ sighs and Sean smirks.
Sean; Unless you planned on goin to see Gochia. It's up to you.
Sean looks at CJ and waits for a response from him.
CJ Tyler; Yeah, come in.
The camera zooms out and shows the new International Champion, Sean Roberts, opening the door. He steps into the room and see's CJ sitting on a folding chair, a bottle of water in hand. Sean has medical tape covering the laceration on his head, and his side bandaged where the light tube pierced his skin. He has a blood stained towel draped over his neck and his International Championship draped over his shoulder, and blood stains on his black jeans. CJ stands up and Sean offers his hand to CJ, who extends his hand to Seans and they share a brief handshake. Sean sighs, cringing and holding his ribs with his free hand. He looks up at CJ, wincing a little.
Sean; CJ, I just came to say I hope there are no hard feelings over our match. You put up one hell of a fight. Oh, and while I remember, about what happened after the match... just know that I got your back man. You don't need to thank me, I know you would've done the same for me.
Sean looks at the title on his shoulder, a weak smile taking form across his face.
Sean; At least now all the years of training and hardwork have paid off. I now know what it's like to be one of the best, and damn it feels good. Anyway, I'm gonna go get a beer to celebrate, care to join me?... my shout of course.
CJ sighs and Sean smirks.
Sean; Unless you planned on goin to see Gochia. It's up to you.
Sean looks at CJ and waits for a response from him.