Post by Jackson Burnside on Aug 15, 2023 7:57:48 GMT -5
The Weatherman is seen backstage sitting in a metal folding chair in the locker room. The title belt he defended a little earlier is laying across his lap with the straps falling down to the ground around his thighs on either side. He’s glistening with sweat and the damp towel around his neck shows us he was sweating like a stuffed pig just a little earlier. In Burnside’s left hand is a large pitcher filled with a familiar white liquid: a vile concoction of whole milk, eggs, and something else that has become a standard post-match ritual for the reigning Champ.
Jackson Burnside:
“Now how was that main event for ya?”
Burnside turns his head and looks directly at the camera.
Jackson Burnside:
“Jay Jay Dubya, tried her best only to be beaten by so many before her. Broken by the Torture Rack to the point our official had to call the match off. This-” He pats the center plate of the Heritage Title belt with his free hand- “-is still mine. I know that everyone’s askin, ‘who’s gonna be next brother?’ I don’t know if it’s gonna be uh, BRADDOCK… maybe Mark Storm? I don’t know, but I can’t tell you what the Weatherman wants.”
He puts the mixture down on the floor next to him and leans forward.
Jackson Burnside:
“I want the biggest, meanest pile’a meat the roster can throw at me. I’m looking straight down the barrel of my 4 BORE with a Silverback lined up in the crosshairs. I don’t care if he’s TV Champion, I don’t care if he’s ready for the Weatherman and I don’t care what I gotta do to make it happen. Cory Chavelle… I likes him, and I wants him.”
Burnside sits back. He lifts the pitcher back off the crowd and holds it up in a salute.
Jackson Burnside:
“See you real soon, Silverback.”
He brings the drink up and starts chugging it back as the scene ends.
Jackson Burnside:
“Now how was that main event for ya?”
Burnside turns his head and looks directly at the camera.
Jackson Burnside:
“Jay Jay Dubya, tried her best only to be beaten by so many before her. Broken by the Torture Rack to the point our official had to call the match off. This-” He pats the center plate of the Heritage Title belt with his free hand- “-is still mine. I know that everyone’s askin, ‘who’s gonna be next brother?’ I don’t know if it’s gonna be uh, BRADDOCK… maybe Mark Storm? I don’t know, but I can’t tell you what the Weatherman wants.”
He puts the mixture down on the floor next to him and leans forward.
Jackson Burnside:
“I want the biggest, meanest pile’a meat the roster can throw at me. I’m looking straight down the barrel of my 4 BORE with a Silverback lined up in the crosshairs. I don’t care if he’s TV Champion, I don’t care if he’s ready for the Weatherman and I don’t care what I gotta do to make it happen. Cory Chavelle… I likes him, and I wants him.”
Burnside sits back. He lifts the pitcher back off the crowd and holds it up in a salute.
Jackson Burnside:
“See you real soon, Silverback.”
He brings the drink up and starts chugging it back as the scene ends.
