Shaw/Baker Interaction Post-Glory 2
Jul 10, 2020 8:39:52 GMT -5
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Post by Carter Shaw on Jul 10, 2020 8:39:52 GMT -5
The cameras show the back corridor about and hour after the closing of Glory 2. Equipment is being moved, staff members are scarce as most have left the building to either move to the next city or celebrate the 4th of July.
Graham Baker comes around the corner from an open doorway, walking towards the camera slowly. Exhausted from a night filled with action, slightly inebriated from drinking a few beers amongst his hometown crowd for the past hour. He’s finally retreated to the back as fans have all left, looking to pack up his gear and possibly continue his celebration in his city of Philly.
“Hey! Baker!” A voice yells from off camera. Loud and stern, but not angry. Baker looks up from the United States Championship draped over his shoulder to see who it is. A couple of security guards who had stuck with Baker throughout his celebration look up as well, ready to squash any trouble.
Baker stops, a confident smirk coming across his face as Carter Shaw enters view and approaches the new U.S. Champ. Shaw has his Television Championship draped over his shoulder as well, as the two champions of AW nod at each other. Shaw has a duffel bag in his left hand, appearing to be on his way out of the arena after enjoying a backroom seat to the only 4th of July party he wished to attend. Glory 2.
“Congratulations. That title’s a good look for you.” Shaw says, again stern but with no malintent.
“Thanks, titles always have been,” Baker says, unsure as to the reason Shaw has approached him after most have left the building. Shaw slowly takes the TV Title off of his shoulder and lifts it up to eye level of Baker.
“You know I’ve been keepin’ your name on this face place...because I wanted to beat you, one on one, no Cranley involvement, no bullshit. But by the looks of things…”
Shaw holds the TV Title out next to the U.S. Title still on Baker’s shoulder. “Graham Baker” on the TV Title faceplate. “Wesley” on the U.S. Title face plate.
“You won’t be coming back for this title for a while.” Shaw unstraps it and hangs it over Baker’s other shoulder. Baker takes hold of it, looking back and forth between the two titles on his shoulders.
“You take that TV belt. Retire it, put it on the mantel at home, whatever you want to do with it. And while you go on defending that new title of yours…”
Shaw reaches into his duffel bag and pulls out a new AW Television Title, with his own name on the face plate.
“Costs me a few extra dollars and some convincing of the brass to make a completely new strap but you deserve that whole title for your collection.”
Shaw reaches over with his new title and bumps it on the title on Baker’s shoulder, with a ‘cheers’ing of gold.
“Good luck, Graham. You know I’ll be seeing you around.” Shaw nods, Baker just looking Shaw in the eye waiting for a hammer to drop. But there is none. Shaw starts to walk away towards the parking lot area.
“Hey Shaw!” Baker says, turning his head to look over his shoulder of gold.
“Just because I’ve got new turf to defend doesn’t mean I’m never coming back for that title again.”
Baker lets a breath of scoffing air slip through his lips. Shaw slowly turns around to make eye contact one more time.
“Don’t count me out for too long” Baker says. The two share a distant staredown of both intensity and respect before Shaw nods once more and carries on towards the cars. Baker looks down at his old TV Title, taking it off his shoulder and carrying it by his side. With one more glance at the new U.S. Title on him, he smiles and heads on to pack up and celebrate.
Graham Baker comes around the corner from an open doorway, walking towards the camera slowly. Exhausted from a night filled with action, slightly inebriated from drinking a few beers amongst his hometown crowd for the past hour. He’s finally retreated to the back as fans have all left, looking to pack up his gear and possibly continue his celebration in his city of Philly.
“Hey! Baker!” A voice yells from off camera. Loud and stern, but not angry. Baker looks up from the United States Championship draped over his shoulder to see who it is. A couple of security guards who had stuck with Baker throughout his celebration look up as well, ready to squash any trouble.
Baker stops, a confident smirk coming across his face as Carter Shaw enters view and approaches the new U.S. Champ. Shaw has his Television Championship draped over his shoulder as well, as the two champions of AW nod at each other. Shaw has a duffel bag in his left hand, appearing to be on his way out of the arena after enjoying a backroom seat to the only 4th of July party he wished to attend. Glory 2.
“Congratulations. That title’s a good look for you.” Shaw says, again stern but with no malintent.
“Thanks, titles always have been,” Baker says, unsure as to the reason Shaw has approached him after most have left the building. Shaw slowly takes the TV Title off of his shoulder and lifts it up to eye level of Baker.
“You know I’ve been keepin’ your name on this face place...because I wanted to beat you, one on one, no Cranley involvement, no bullshit. But by the looks of things…”
Shaw holds the TV Title out next to the U.S. Title still on Baker’s shoulder. “Graham Baker” on the TV Title faceplate. “Wesley” on the U.S. Title face plate.
“You won’t be coming back for this title for a while.” Shaw unstraps it and hangs it over Baker’s other shoulder. Baker takes hold of it, looking back and forth between the two titles on his shoulders.
“You take that TV belt. Retire it, put it on the mantel at home, whatever you want to do with it. And while you go on defending that new title of yours…”
Shaw reaches into his duffel bag and pulls out a new AW Television Title, with his own name on the face plate.
“Costs me a few extra dollars and some convincing of the brass to make a completely new strap but you deserve that whole title for your collection.”
Shaw reaches over with his new title and bumps it on the title on Baker’s shoulder, with a ‘cheers’ing of gold.
“Good luck, Graham. You know I’ll be seeing you around.” Shaw nods, Baker just looking Shaw in the eye waiting for a hammer to drop. But there is none. Shaw starts to walk away towards the parking lot area.
“Hey Shaw!” Baker says, turning his head to look over his shoulder of gold.
“Just because I’ve got new turf to defend doesn’t mean I’m never coming back for that title again.”
Baker lets a breath of scoffing air slip through his lips. Shaw slowly turns around to make eye contact one more time.
“Don’t count me out for too long” Baker says. The two share a distant staredown of both intensity and respect before Shaw nods once more and carries on towards the cars. Baker looks down at his old TV Title, taking it off his shoulder and carrying it by his side. With one more glance at the new U.S. Title on him, he smiles and heads on to pack up and celebrate.