Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 18, 2018 17:46:47 GMT
Friday afternoon…..
US Mexico border.
The rumble from a inline 6 turbo charged diesel motor rumbles a way and the air brake vapor bleeders hiss as they discharge water vapor from the air lines. A brand new Kia Stinger pulls up next to the RV. The Stinger comes to a stop and the front wheels lock up in the loose sand and gravel that makes up the landscape along the border where Trump has yet to build a wall.
The driver’s side door swings open and stepping out of the little sporters that is offered by Kia is none other than Joe Jones. Good old Double J! Wearing his best white khaki shorts, flip flops and a white plain tee Joe makes his way over to the side door of the RV. Joe takes his fist and pounds on the door. Joe then steps back and takes a look around while squinting with the sun so bright.
The door opens and slowly stepping off of the RV is Sutton. Wrangler jeans, flannel shirt and a can of Skoal in his hand he steps down from his RV.
“Joseph.” Sutton says as he taps on the lid of his can of chew.
Joe turns and crosses his arms. “So….Billy.”
Taking a pinch of chew, Sutton stuffs his bottom lip.
“This is it then?”
“Yeah. Something like dat.”
“I thought we talked this out? I thought we were going to fight Nanook all the way to Mexico and make sure that fat fucking fuck doesn’t get one foot inside Whirlwind Wrestling.”
Sutton spits. “We did. Right der is Mexico….so. Mission accomplished.”
Joe spins and looks at over the border, the imaginary line drawn in the sand at Mexico and looks back at Sutton.
“I thought….you know, all the way into Mexico.”
“Yeah….’bout dat.” Sutton says as he rubs his chest and is about to drop some bad news on Joe. “I gots me thinking and…” Spits. “Mexico ain’t fer me. I’m not a Tequila guy. Dey don’t buy shine so der is no extra cash fer me to make. The rings suck and it’s just too damn hot and dry. Even in da winter. Fuck dat shit you know. Besides Tubby has booked Mr. Cat Feely back in Tennessee for a couple of shows. Got some favors to cash in before I head on up to the steel city. Been eyeing a place up there to stir some shit in.”
“I see.”
“And you know. No passport and all. Never renewed it since that last trip to Japan so….” Sutton spits and slides his hands in his front pockets of his wrangler jeans. “Dis here is da end of da road. I don’t want to be dat one stupid fucks who sneaks into Mexico.”
Joe nods. He’s slightly disappointed. He knows Nanook isn’t going to quit and will try to ruin his plans at kick starting his career in Whirlwind Wrestling. He wanted Sutton to have his back and make sure there isn’t some sort of sneak attack coming. But since Knoxville, Sutton has been traveling the states with his rolling billboard promoting Redneck Remedy, his brand of Moonshine and he has refined it some and has been picking up awards and a cult following as the brand expands and grows. He spends his weekends at bike rally, fairs, gatherings selling merch, meet and greets, selfies and autographs and occasionally finding himself into a squared circle and mixing it up. He’s doing what he loves, drinking Shine, Making money, banging his new girl Billie Joe and restoring old tractors on his farm, his uncles old farm in Hickory, North Carolina. Life is good right now for Billy. No need to get lost in Mexico dodging bullets from the cartel.
“I understand.” Joe says. He and Sutton shake hands.
“TELL THAT FLEA RIDDEN BEARDED CLAM IT’S TIME TO SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT!” The Bad Ass James Kelloggs yells from the Kia Stinger.
“I ain’t gunna miss dat prick truth be told. Good luck Joe. Go win yerself dat der title, show da world why you one of da best.” Sutton says as he spits and climbs back up on the RV.
“Alright Billy. Will do.”
“Good luck to you Joe!” A feminine voice calls out from inside the RV. Standing in the doorway, holding a shirt up to her breasts and wearing these really short shorts that show off her mile long legs is Billie Joe. The little blonde that Sutton picked up along the way. She really puts a smile on his face. Joe smirks.
“Thanks.”
“COME ON YOU LATIN BUTT PLUG! MEXICO AWAITS! BIG BREASTED MEXICAN BITCHES ARE JUST ITCHING TO GET WITH THE BAD ASS! LET’S GOOOOOOOO!!!!!” James bellows. He’s ready to go if you didn’t know.
As Sutton pulls away Joe turns and makes his way back to the Stinger.
“Oh I’m sure they are itching alright.” Joe says.
“What?” James says.
“Is your booster seat belted in right this time?”
“You fucking asshole! I don’t use a booster seat!”
“I keep telling you that you’re too big for a car seat.”
“You Bitch! Don’t make me get out of this car and beat your ass right here on the border!”
“I left that step stool back in Vegas.”
“You cocksucker! I NEED THAT!”
Somewhere in Tennessee
With the rolling hills of Tennessee in the background, Nanook is pacing back and forth while Bester is holding his beloved kitty Spartacus.
“Back where it all began. Back where the story begins. Folks, people of the media, fans of the….whatever that makes up WhirlWind Wrestling. The quest towards Bester making his WhirlWind Wrestling debuts begins here! In Tennessee! Where!...” Nanook says as he stops pacing and looks at Bester who is petting Sparky.
“I took this man, this beats! This well mannered, modern day, real life Hulk and unleashed him on this sport! I threw him in the spotlight, showing this industry that freaks like Bester, that natural born powerhouse do exist! That what you fear, Is true! In his raw state at the time, the wrestling world has never seen someone like Bester. Called a breath of fresh air, what this sport needed badly. Bester took the wrestling world by storm!”
“He would punish his opponents! He would pick them up and tear them in half! He was the man that was hard to beat! And the worst part is. He was only getting starting.” Nanook says while rubbing his hands together.
“Like many great things in this world, he would be shown the door before they had a unstoppable beast of a man on their hands! Before he would take each and every single title they had. They found a excuse and pushed him out the back door and told him to hit the bricks. They…” Nanook nods. “They were afraid.”
“Then we find ourselves in San Francisco! Oh, I thought, this, this was the place that was going to allow Bester to flap his wings and show the world just what he could do! They voluntarily was going to allow this happen and….But much like Tennessee, this would not see the light of the day! Just as Bester here was about to put it all together, capture those tag belts and cash in and capture the “World” title.” Nanook says as he crosses his arms.
“The doors were chained shut and on the eve of the beginning of greatness for Bester, it was snuffed out. And here we are! A good 8 months removed from what would have been the summer of Bester, we embark on a new journey. We begin down a new path towards what should have been! 2018 will be the Year of Bester!” Nanook says as he gets a scowl on his face.
“But….” Nanook says as he starts to get red in the face.
“Bester is under attack once again! Once again there are forces out there who are trying to stop Bester! Trying to make sure Bester never even gets to step foot in WhirlWind Wrestling! They fear him! They are scared of him! They piss themselves at the mere thought that Bester! Bester could step inside that ring and stand across from them! They have spread lies! They have, and I hate to use this term from our President but it fits nicely here. They have created FAKE NEWS that defame his character! Forget what the Russians have done to this great country! We should talk about what the GERMANS have done to this National Treasure and American Icon!”
“Joe….James. You can try to show up at these warm up matches I have booked for Bester. You can show up at them and try to stop him. You can try to deny him entry into Mexico, into WhirlWind Wrestling but know this!”
“Both of you combined, can’t stop Bester. Both of them combined won’t be able to keep Bester out of the WW. You might have that roster spot right now Joe, but you won’t hold on to it for long. You’ll get hurt. You’ll get bored. You will find someone to distract you. I doubt you will even make it to your first match which, is 4 weeks away buddy. If I was a betting man….”
“I would bet that you won’t make it to that March 18th show. But Bester…”
Nanook looks at Bester and nods.
“Yeah. He’ll be there.”
US Mexico border.
The rumble from a inline 6 turbo charged diesel motor rumbles a way and the air brake vapor bleeders hiss as they discharge water vapor from the air lines. A brand new Kia Stinger pulls up next to the RV. The Stinger comes to a stop and the front wheels lock up in the loose sand and gravel that makes up the landscape along the border where Trump has yet to build a wall.
The driver’s side door swings open and stepping out of the little sporters that is offered by Kia is none other than Joe Jones. Good old Double J! Wearing his best white khaki shorts, flip flops and a white plain tee Joe makes his way over to the side door of the RV. Joe takes his fist and pounds on the door. Joe then steps back and takes a look around while squinting with the sun so bright.
The door opens and slowly stepping off of the RV is Sutton. Wrangler jeans, flannel shirt and a can of Skoal in his hand he steps down from his RV.
“Joseph.” Sutton says as he taps on the lid of his can of chew.
Joe turns and crosses his arms. “So….Billy.”
Taking a pinch of chew, Sutton stuffs his bottom lip.
“This is it then?”
“Yeah. Something like dat.”
“I thought we talked this out? I thought we were going to fight Nanook all the way to Mexico and make sure that fat fucking fuck doesn’t get one foot inside Whirlwind Wrestling.”
Sutton spits. “We did. Right der is Mexico….so. Mission accomplished.”
Joe spins and looks at over the border, the imaginary line drawn in the sand at Mexico and looks back at Sutton.
“I thought….you know, all the way into Mexico.”
“Yeah….’bout dat.” Sutton says as he rubs his chest and is about to drop some bad news on Joe. “I gots me thinking and…” Spits. “Mexico ain’t fer me. I’m not a Tequila guy. Dey don’t buy shine so der is no extra cash fer me to make. The rings suck and it’s just too damn hot and dry. Even in da winter. Fuck dat shit you know. Besides Tubby has booked Mr. Cat Feely back in Tennessee for a couple of shows. Got some favors to cash in before I head on up to the steel city. Been eyeing a place up there to stir some shit in.”
“I see.”
“And you know. No passport and all. Never renewed it since that last trip to Japan so….” Sutton spits and slides his hands in his front pockets of his wrangler jeans. “Dis here is da end of da road. I don’t want to be dat one stupid fucks who sneaks into Mexico.”
Joe nods. He’s slightly disappointed. He knows Nanook isn’t going to quit and will try to ruin his plans at kick starting his career in Whirlwind Wrestling. He wanted Sutton to have his back and make sure there isn’t some sort of sneak attack coming. But since Knoxville, Sutton has been traveling the states with his rolling billboard promoting Redneck Remedy, his brand of Moonshine and he has refined it some and has been picking up awards and a cult following as the brand expands and grows. He spends his weekends at bike rally, fairs, gatherings selling merch, meet and greets, selfies and autographs and occasionally finding himself into a squared circle and mixing it up. He’s doing what he loves, drinking Shine, Making money, banging his new girl Billie Joe and restoring old tractors on his farm, his uncles old farm in Hickory, North Carolina. Life is good right now for Billy. No need to get lost in Mexico dodging bullets from the cartel.
“I understand.” Joe says. He and Sutton shake hands.
“TELL THAT FLEA RIDDEN BEARDED CLAM IT’S TIME TO SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT!” The Bad Ass James Kelloggs yells from the Kia Stinger.
“I ain’t gunna miss dat prick truth be told. Good luck Joe. Go win yerself dat der title, show da world why you one of da best.” Sutton says as he spits and climbs back up on the RV.
“Alright Billy. Will do.”
“Good luck to you Joe!” A feminine voice calls out from inside the RV. Standing in the doorway, holding a shirt up to her breasts and wearing these really short shorts that show off her mile long legs is Billie Joe. The little blonde that Sutton picked up along the way. She really puts a smile on his face. Joe smirks.
“Thanks.”
“COME ON YOU LATIN BUTT PLUG! MEXICO AWAITS! BIG BREASTED MEXICAN BITCHES ARE JUST ITCHING TO GET WITH THE BAD ASS! LET’S GOOOOOOOO!!!!!” James bellows. He’s ready to go if you didn’t know.
As Sutton pulls away Joe turns and makes his way back to the Stinger.
“Oh I’m sure they are itching alright.” Joe says.
“What?” James says.
“Is your booster seat belted in right this time?”
“You fucking asshole! I don’t use a booster seat!”
“I keep telling you that you’re too big for a car seat.”
“You Bitch! Don’t make me get out of this car and beat your ass right here on the border!”
“I left that step stool back in Vegas.”
“You cocksucker! I NEED THAT!”
Somewhere in Tennessee
With the rolling hills of Tennessee in the background, Nanook is pacing back and forth while Bester is holding his beloved kitty Spartacus.
“Back where it all began. Back where the story begins. Folks, people of the media, fans of the….whatever that makes up WhirlWind Wrestling. The quest towards Bester making his WhirlWind Wrestling debuts begins here! In Tennessee! Where!...” Nanook says as he stops pacing and looks at Bester who is petting Sparky.
“I took this man, this beats! This well mannered, modern day, real life Hulk and unleashed him on this sport! I threw him in the spotlight, showing this industry that freaks like Bester, that natural born powerhouse do exist! That what you fear, Is true! In his raw state at the time, the wrestling world has never seen someone like Bester. Called a breath of fresh air, what this sport needed badly. Bester took the wrestling world by storm!”
“He would punish his opponents! He would pick them up and tear them in half! He was the man that was hard to beat! And the worst part is. He was only getting starting.” Nanook says while rubbing his hands together.
“Like many great things in this world, he would be shown the door before they had a unstoppable beast of a man on their hands! Before he would take each and every single title they had. They found a excuse and pushed him out the back door and told him to hit the bricks. They…” Nanook nods. “They were afraid.”
“Then we find ourselves in San Francisco! Oh, I thought, this, this was the place that was going to allow Bester to flap his wings and show the world just what he could do! They voluntarily was going to allow this happen and….But much like Tennessee, this would not see the light of the day! Just as Bester here was about to put it all together, capture those tag belts and cash in and capture the “World” title.” Nanook says as he crosses his arms.
“The doors were chained shut and on the eve of the beginning of greatness for Bester, it was snuffed out. And here we are! A good 8 months removed from what would have been the summer of Bester, we embark on a new journey. We begin down a new path towards what should have been! 2018 will be the Year of Bester!” Nanook says as he gets a scowl on his face.
“But….” Nanook says as he starts to get red in the face.
“Bester is under attack once again! Once again there are forces out there who are trying to stop Bester! Trying to make sure Bester never even gets to step foot in WhirlWind Wrestling! They fear him! They are scared of him! They piss themselves at the mere thought that Bester! Bester could step inside that ring and stand across from them! They have spread lies! They have, and I hate to use this term from our President but it fits nicely here. They have created FAKE NEWS that defame his character! Forget what the Russians have done to this great country! We should talk about what the GERMANS have done to this National Treasure and American Icon!”
“Joe….James. You can try to show up at these warm up matches I have booked for Bester. You can show up at them and try to stop him. You can try to deny him entry into Mexico, into WhirlWind Wrestling but know this!”
“Both of you combined, can’t stop Bester. Both of them combined won’t be able to keep Bester out of the WW. You might have that roster spot right now Joe, but you won’t hold on to it for long. You’ll get hurt. You’ll get bored. You will find someone to distract you. I doubt you will even make it to your first match which, is 4 weeks away buddy. If I was a betting man….”
“I would bet that you won’t make it to that March 18th show. But Bester…”
Nanook looks at Bester and nods.
“Yeah. He’ll be there.”