Post by Cass Baumer on Jun 17, 2020 2:10:06 GMT -8
In an exclusive video uploaded to NFW’s YouTube channel, the NFW logo fills the screen until the word ‘Aftershock’ slams hard onto it, shattering the logo like glass as shards fly everywhere! In a smooth transition, we open to see the familiar hallway.
The victor of the first match of the Reckoning Day Pay-Per-View, Cass Baumer, walks through the backstage area of the Collision Center with an exhausted look on her tired face. The contrast of this moment and the time spent in front of the roaring crowd is dramatic. The near-silent hum of the distant audience assures silence never takes hold while her footsteps serve as the diegetic soundtrack at the forefront. The Headliner’s since removed the vest she typically wears during matches, the outerwear slung over her shoulder to show off the damage she’s suffered at the hands of Ian Dickenson mere moments earlier. Around the straps of her sports bra, marks could be spotted in a myriad of reds and purples. Some were small and blocky like the indentations of the LEGOs. Others are larger and misshapen, stretched across her warm olive skin. As soon as she notices she has the camera operator’s attention, her blue eyes sparkle with joy but her mouth refuses to smile.
Cass Baumer: Damn, I’m completely buggered after that! Ian did better than I thought he would, and I figured he’d do well from the start, to be honest.
The words are serious and precise, strong in their delivery in her distinct Kiwi accent.
Cass Baumer: It’s been quite the journey, eh? From NFW Invasion in the Tokyo Dome to now in Chicago, that bloke and I have been at each other’s throats since I signed. He brought the best outta me when it counted, and I managed to walk outta there with the win.
She gestures in the direction of the crowd with her thumb, the flow of her words nonstop.
Cass Baumer: He ain’t the former NFW World Heavyweight Champ number one contender for nothing, real talk. Onslaught oughta win the tag team straps in no time if that’s the direction they wanna go.
Baumer sighs and looks down at her feet.
Cass Baumer: But he brought out the worst in me too. I interfered in matches that didn’t involve me. I reached for imaginary straws just to piss ‘em off. I dogged him and his new wife endlessly — late congratulations to the newlyweds, by the way.
Cass allows that sentiment to hang for a few seconds as she continues to walk forward, her eyes on the camera as it continued to record.
Cass Baumer: I did so much bullshit to the both of ‘em that I ain’t happy about leadin’ into tonight but at Reckoning Day, I swore the end was nigh and I meant it.
She shoves her hands into the pockets of her cargo pants, Cass’ toned body glistening with sweat to show off the definition of her hard-earned muscles.
Cass Baumer: I’m gonna make y’all proud, mates. We’re only just scratching the surface of what I’m gonna accomplish here.
With that, Cass playfully shoves the camera away and the Aftershock-branded video ends with the sight of her walking in silence with her back to us.
The victor of the first match of the Reckoning Day Pay-Per-View, Cass Baumer, walks through the backstage area of the Collision Center with an exhausted look on her tired face. The contrast of this moment and the time spent in front of the roaring crowd is dramatic. The near-silent hum of the distant audience assures silence never takes hold while her footsteps serve as the diegetic soundtrack at the forefront. The Headliner’s since removed the vest she typically wears during matches, the outerwear slung over her shoulder to show off the damage she’s suffered at the hands of Ian Dickenson mere moments earlier. Around the straps of her sports bra, marks could be spotted in a myriad of reds and purples. Some were small and blocky like the indentations of the LEGOs. Others are larger and misshapen, stretched across her warm olive skin. As soon as she notices she has the camera operator’s attention, her blue eyes sparkle with joy but her mouth refuses to smile.
Cass Baumer: Damn, I’m completely buggered after that! Ian did better than I thought he would, and I figured he’d do well from the start, to be honest.
The words are serious and precise, strong in their delivery in her distinct Kiwi accent.
Cass Baumer: It’s been quite the journey, eh? From NFW Invasion in the Tokyo Dome to now in Chicago, that bloke and I have been at each other’s throats since I signed. He brought the best outta me when it counted, and I managed to walk outta there with the win.
She gestures in the direction of the crowd with her thumb, the flow of her words nonstop.
Cass Baumer: He ain’t the former NFW World Heavyweight Champ number one contender for nothing, real talk. Onslaught oughta win the tag team straps in no time if that’s the direction they wanna go.
Baumer sighs and looks down at her feet.
Cass Baumer: But he brought out the worst in me too. I interfered in matches that didn’t involve me. I reached for imaginary straws just to piss ‘em off. I dogged him and his new wife endlessly — late congratulations to the newlyweds, by the way.
Cass allows that sentiment to hang for a few seconds as she continues to walk forward, her eyes on the camera as it continued to record.
Cass Baumer: I did so much bullshit to the both of ‘em that I ain’t happy about leadin’ into tonight but at Reckoning Day, I swore the end was nigh and I meant it.
She shoves her hands into the pockets of her cargo pants, Cass’ toned body glistening with sweat to show off the definition of her hard-earned muscles.
Cass Baumer: I’m gonna make y’all proud, mates. We’re only just scratching the surface of what I’m gonna accomplish here.
With that, Cass playfully shoves the camera away and the Aftershock-branded video ends with the sight of her walking in silence with her back to us.
