Doubled Down

We're with the cameras right in position just beyond the entryway to the ring. The music of Valley of Wolves "Weather Man" can be heard playing over the PA system just outside, and Jackson Burnside pushes into the shot. He's got bolt title belts in one hand, barely managing to hold onto them while nursing his back with thee other. The Weatherman looks like he's just been through a war, indeed because he has. There's some blood on his chest. Burnside exhales deeply, grunts and winces in pain. The person behind the camera speaks to him as Burnside instinctively reaches for his head, which must still be reeling from all Chevelle's blows.

Cameraman:
"Weatherman! How you doing?"

Jackson Burnside:
"Feel like shit."

He forces a smile and shifts one of this belts to his free hand. Now he has the Heritage belt in his right hand and the TV belt in his left. He hoolds them up as high as he can. He doesn't appear to realize the Heritage title is upside down.

Jackson Burnside:
"But this right here, that's all the painkiller I need. Cory just beat the Hell outta me... my back's on fire. I did it. Made history, and now I gotta rest up. I got twice the duty, twice the target on my back. I gotta rehab, but for now at least... The Weatherman walks outta Knoxville double champ, brother."

Burnside is breathing hard. He throws both belts over his left shoulder and walks off.