Post by UWL Office on May 16, 2022 22:42:13 GMT -5
Zoom in on the UWL Championship belt firmly around the waist of Jackson Burnside. The shot holds for a few seconds and pans back away from Jackson and upward to reveal the reigning ROA Champ. The Superbeast stands in the interview staging area alone. He's shirtless, body glistening and hair dripping wet. The Champion's skin is red in places, scalded from hot water and high pressure. Accompanying the grin on his face there is a look of raw determination in his eyes. An unmistakable hunger behind a pair of brown iris.
Jackson Burnside:
"You can see it's just me. No Abby, no correspondence... he begins slowly, taking a deep breath, "In a short time the pulsating beat of one of Rob Zombie's finest is gonna deafen everybody at the Lakefront Arena. I'm gonna run out from the back, heart-racing and blood-pumping. Sprint down to the ring, shake the ropes like a madman and hold my ROA World Championship up high in the air."
Jackson pantomimes the actions of shaking the ropes and holding the belt up.
Jackson Burnside:
"Then I'm gonna look across the ring at the man who wants to take it all away from me. He 'n I'll look each other in the eye, then the bell rings. We'll have the greatest wrestling match New Orleans has ever seen, and some way, some how one of us will raise an arm triumphantly. Emily Lyle, she'll grab her little microphone and declare one of us the new, or still UWL Champion." His grin becomes playful. "Brothers, that is just the hypothetical."
Jackson takes a deep breath through his nose and shifts his weight some.
Jackson Burnside:
"Because there isn't a chance that Caleb Hart can beat me in that ring. It isn't a discredit, it isn't a disservice. It's the laws of nature Jack, because there can be no other option."
Another deep breath and this time Jackson outstretches his arms. He brings them down and turns them inward toward his body. A phyiscal gesture that says "take this in, look at it."
Jackson Burnside:
"Tonight I am competing at my peak and there's no man, woman, or child that can do anything to hold back the storm. See I've performed my pre-match rituals. I've gotten loose 'n limber. I've taken a scalding hot shower. And brother you better believe I've said a prayer to the Man, and asked for His blessing and guidance threw tonight's turbulent trial. I don't share that to proselytize or evangelize my beliefs; I do it because they're facts. Facts about how I am, 'cause I don't hide who I am and what I'm about."
With a single action Jackson reaches to the backside of his waist and unsnaps the ROA Championship belt. He maintains his grip on the strap and throws the belt up for the camera. It dangles freely from his hand, moving and swaying abut. Not letting the camera get a food focus on the plates.
Jackson Burnside:
"THIS is mine. THIS represents everything I've worked for. THIS represents what I've got do going forward!" Jackson throws the belt over his right shoulder and continues. "Caleb Hart is a man who can talk, and talk, and talk until the sun comes up and you realized you haven't slept a wink. Caleb Hart loves the sound of his own voice as much as a preacher. That's a powerful weapon, a useful tool to get what you want and win people to your cause. I'm not a blind man, I'm not a deaf man. Few weeks ago people talked and talked about how Caleb 'got me.' How when we spent too much time jawing back and forth to open up the show, he got the better of me." Jackson nods. "Maybe he did. But who got his hands dirty two weeks ago? Who threw who up on his back and introduced him to a world of pain?"
Jackson Burnside:
"Caleb, he's a good wrestler, but Hell of a talker. He puts on a bravado, a cocksure competence that make him seem invincible. I saw it though. See I was there in the ring brothers, maybe you weren't close enough. After I took Caleb off my back, thew 'em down to the canvas. Know what I saw? Fear. A knowing that it won't take much at all to have him throw aside his own convictions and give up. Give or, or get broken in half."
Jackson shifts his weight again. He moves the title belt from one shoulder to the other and licks his lips.
Jackson Burnside:
"A long time ago there was an aura, a uh mystic around Caleb Hart. The guy who always wins and you can't do a damn thing about. A man who builds his mountains and shapes his own destiny. He reaches undreamt-of summits to escape the shadow cast by the clouds, to look up at the clear blue sky and the sun shinning on his skin. Brother, for everyone who isn't Caleb Hart, Caleb Hart represents dark skies. A coming storm, a mountain you can't climb. Bleak, unfathomable odds, and unwinnable situation. But I've never been a quitter, and I've never been the type of person to give up. Not even after my parents were taken from me, I was separated from my own family and I had to fight every day to keep my head above the water! I am here now because I make the impossible possible!
"I make the dark skies blue!"
"I make those mountains move!"
"You let that rain come, cause I'm gonna push on through. Thunder strikes and I'll ride out storm. Before I won this title I said the rains were coming, the tide was rising and there was only room on the boat for one more monkey! If my challenger tonight thinks he's gonna come up behind, throw me into those waters than he's in for a fight. Nobody is taking this away from me, what I've fought to earn! It won't be said that Jackson Burnside went down without a fight! Caleb Hart wants to beat this Superbeast, to try and take this title, he has pry it from my cold dead hands. Caleb, brother, this event is Grand Voyage! I hope you're ready for the trip of a lifetime! This voyage is gonna change your life forever, and not in the way you think it will."
Jackson breaths heavily and stares a hole into the camera. The segment ends to a look of ferocious intensity on Jackson's face,and the sound of his heavy breathing.
Jackson Burnside:
"You can see it's just me. No Abby, no correspondence... he begins slowly, taking a deep breath, "In a short time the pulsating beat of one of Rob Zombie's finest is gonna deafen everybody at the Lakefront Arena. I'm gonna run out from the back, heart-racing and blood-pumping. Sprint down to the ring, shake the ropes like a madman and hold my ROA World Championship up high in the air."
Jackson pantomimes the actions of shaking the ropes and holding the belt up.
Jackson Burnside:
"Then I'm gonna look across the ring at the man who wants to take it all away from me. He 'n I'll look each other in the eye, then the bell rings. We'll have the greatest wrestling match New Orleans has ever seen, and some way, some how one of us will raise an arm triumphantly. Emily Lyle, she'll grab her little microphone and declare one of us the new, or still UWL Champion." His grin becomes playful. "Brothers, that is just the hypothetical."
Jackson takes a deep breath through his nose and shifts his weight some.
Jackson Burnside:
"Because there isn't a chance that Caleb Hart can beat me in that ring. It isn't a discredit, it isn't a disservice. It's the laws of nature Jack, because there can be no other option."
Another deep breath and this time Jackson outstretches his arms. He brings them down and turns them inward toward his body. A phyiscal gesture that says "take this in, look at it."
Jackson Burnside:
"Tonight I am competing at my peak and there's no man, woman, or child that can do anything to hold back the storm. See I've performed my pre-match rituals. I've gotten loose 'n limber. I've taken a scalding hot shower. And brother you better believe I've said a prayer to the Man, and asked for His blessing and guidance threw tonight's turbulent trial. I don't share that to proselytize or evangelize my beliefs; I do it because they're facts. Facts about how I am, 'cause I don't hide who I am and what I'm about."
With a single action Jackson reaches to the backside of his waist and unsnaps the ROA Championship belt. He maintains his grip on the strap and throws the belt up for the camera. It dangles freely from his hand, moving and swaying abut. Not letting the camera get a food focus on the plates.
Jackson Burnside:
"THIS is mine. THIS represents everything I've worked for. THIS represents what I've got do going forward!" Jackson throws the belt over his right shoulder and continues. "Caleb Hart is a man who can talk, and talk, and talk until the sun comes up and you realized you haven't slept a wink. Caleb Hart loves the sound of his own voice as much as a preacher. That's a powerful weapon, a useful tool to get what you want and win people to your cause. I'm not a blind man, I'm not a deaf man. Few weeks ago people talked and talked about how Caleb 'got me.' How when we spent too much time jawing back and forth to open up the show, he got the better of me." Jackson nods. "Maybe he did. But who got his hands dirty two weeks ago? Who threw who up on his back and introduced him to a world of pain?"
Jackson Burnside:
"Caleb, he's a good wrestler, but Hell of a talker. He puts on a bravado, a cocksure competence that make him seem invincible. I saw it though. See I was there in the ring brothers, maybe you weren't close enough. After I took Caleb off my back, thew 'em down to the canvas. Know what I saw? Fear. A knowing that it won't take much at all to have him throw aside his own convictions and give up. Give or, or get broken in half."
Jackson shifts his weight again. He moves the title belt from one shoulder to the other and licks his lips.
Jackson Burnside:
"A long time ago there was an aura, a uh mystic around Caleb Hart. The guy who always wins and you can't do a damn thing about. A man who builds his mountains and shapes his own destiny. He reaches undreamt-of summits to escape the shadow cast by the clouds, to look up at the clear blue sky and the sun shinning on his skin. Brother, for everyone who isn't Caleb Hart, Caleb Hart represents dark skies. A coming storm, a mountain you can't climb. Bleak, unfathomable odds, and unwinnable situation. But I've never been a quitter, and I've never been the type of person to give up. Not even after my parents were taken from me, I was separated from my own family and I had to fight every day to keep my head above the water! I am here now because I make the impossible possible!
"I make the dark skies blue!"
"I make those mountains move!"
"You let that rain come, cause I'm gonna push on through. Thunder strikes and I'll ride out storm. Before I won this title I said the rains were coming, the tide was rising and there was only room on the boat for one more monkey! If my challenger tonight thinks he's gonna come up behind, throw me into those waters than he's in for a fight. Nobody is taking this away from me, what I've fought to earn! It won't be said that Jackson Burnside went down without a fight! Caleb Hart wants to beat this Superbeast, to try and take this title, he has pry it from my cold dead hands. Caleb, brother, this event is Grand Voyage! I hope you're ready for the trip of a lifetime! This voyage is gonna change your life forever, and not in the way you think it will."
Jackson breaths heavily and stares a hole into the camera. The segment ends to a look of ferocious intensity on Jackson's face,and the sound of his heavy breathing.
