Post by Jackson Burnside on May 4, 2024 21:48:44 GMT -5
We've seen it before. A video uploaded to the UWL socials. A portrait view, blank black room and Jackson Burnside center camera. Burnside didn't wrestle tonight on 5/4, instead his Connation Cup block fine is tomorrow. So the Weatherman is wearing his street clothes, complete with sunglasses. He's looking through the camera to address someone behind it.
Jackson Burnside:
"What's that we wanna get this out early huh?"
There's a quick cut. Burnside has his glasses off following the cut.
Jackson Burnside:
"We'll say it once and say it quick. Maryville missed out on the Weatherman man, but not tomorrow. UWL is goin' around again in under 24 hours, and brother tomorrow the Weatherman steps into the ring. Believe me, Lord knows it's one of the biggest challenges of my career. Maryville is gettin' a supercard main event-caliber match! Weatherman and that big scary sum bitch BRADDOCK. Lemme tell ya, we're gonna need a reinforced ring and extra security 'cause dude we're gonna beat the Hell outta each other. Things get done here it's gonna look like a tornado ran through the Baird Gymnasium.
A second quick cut, but Burnsdie's flow continues as if uninterrupted.
Jackson Burnside:
"I know you got a new best friend BRAD, but I want you to know somethin. See - come here." Burnside is speaking to the camera, and he gestures for it to zoom in with his index finger. Whoever is operating the camera obliges and zooms in on Burnside. "BRADDOCK I don't need to go spit some hot bars on GMA like you're new pal. I get my message across to you right now on the socials dude. Tomorrow I'ma beat you up in front of a few hundred good people in Maryville. A buncha nice folks looking for a fun family activity are gonna get treated to the Weatherman making you black and blue, and going on to the finals of the Coronation Cup. 'Cause not only do I need to win, but you owe me some blood brother. Tomorrow night the Weatherman comin' for your ass BRADDOCK!"
Burnside makes to walk off but stops himself and doubletakes.
Jackson Burnside:
"And let your friend know I'm taking the Heavyweight Championship away from him after I'm finished with you!"
He nods his head and licks his lipss. Hungry, eager to get his hands on BRADDOCK and Cory Chevelle. You get the impression the Weatherman wants to show Vulgar Display of Power that against him, they are powerless.
Jackson Burnside:
"What's that we wanna get this out early huh?"
There's a quick cut. Burnside has his glasses off following the cut.
Jackson Burnside:
"We'll say it once and say it quick. Maryville missed out on the Weatherman man, but not tomorrow. UWL is goin' around again in under 24 hours, and brother tomorrow the Weatherman steps into the ring. Believe me, Lord knows it's one of the biggest challenges of my career. Maryville is gettin' a supercard main event-caliber match! Weatherman and that big scary sum bitch BRADDOCK. Lemme tell ya, we're gonna need a reinforced ring and extra security 'cause dude we're gonna beat the Hell outta each other. Things get done here it's gonna look like a tornado ran through the Baird Gymnasium.
A second quick cut, but Burnsdie's flow continues as if uninterrupted.
Jackson Burnside:
"I know you got a new best friend BRAD, but I want you to know somethin. See - come here." Burnside is speaking to the camera, and he gestures for it to zoom in with his index finger. Whoever is operating the camera obliges and zooms in on Burnside. "BRADDOCK I don't need to go spit some hot bars on GMA like you're new pal. I get my message across to you right now on the socials dude. Tomorrow I'ma beat you up in front of a few hundred good people in Maryville. A buncha nice folks looking for a fun family activity are gonna get treated to the Weatherman making you black and blue, and going on to the finals of the Coronation Cup. 'Cause not only do I need to win, but you owe me some blood brother. Tomorrow night the Weatherman comin' for your ass BRADDOCK!"
Burnside makes to walk off but stops himself and doubletakes.
Jackson Burnside:
"And let your friend know I'm taking the Heavyweight Championship away from him after I'm finished with you!"
He nods his head and licks his lipss. Hungry, eager to get his hands on BRADDOCK and Cory Chevelle. You get the impression the Weatherman wants to show Vulgar Display of Power that against him, they are powerless.
