RP#11

Another match, another pay check. It was getting to be to be just too damn cold in the camper out in the field for Billy and his new room mate/girlfriend Brit. ( After Billy got busted with Beth, Cindy gave him the boot (right after he got her name tat'ed on his shoulder.) Billy was with Beth for 2 weeks and Beth freaked him out with talks of having kids. Beth kept saying "Her clock was ticking." Billy hooked up with Brit one night at the bar and Beth got even by smashing up his El Camino after Brit answered Billy's phone when Beth called him. Brit told her to go "F*** off you old hag! No one wants any of your saggy tits bitch!" Billy smiled and nodded that yes indeed they were saggy.) So Billy and Brit found a apartment, a studio apartment in a not too scummy part of the city near the collage that they both could afford. Being the UWL Tag Team Champion pays nicely for Billy but he's not buying a house anytime soon and Brit, she works at Denny's out on Watt RD....part time. With a new roof over their heads, Billy went to solve his other new problem and that was lack of wheels, but he solved that the other day when he picked up a old beat up '84 Chevy C-10 for 1500 bucks and a autograph.

Now it was Sunday morning and Billy drove his new truck with not much heat to the gym. He pulls into a parking space and the truck rumbles to a stop. As he climbs out of the truck Nanook pulls up in a brand new Range Rover. Nanook walks up to the truck.

"New wheels?" Nanook asks. Billy hasn't told anyone what happened to the El Camino. Currently it's in one of Uncle Ned's 2nd cousin's barn with a tarp over it. It needs a new hood, windshield, steering column, headlights, grill, maybe a radiator and the seats are ripped up from the axe. It also needs like 3 new tires, and he might at least one new rim.

Billy thinks quick on his feet. "Yeah I got a winter beater! I didn't want my baby rusting out with all the damn salt they put on the roads. So I put it for the winter."

Nanook nods "Oh." As he checks out the bed of the truck. Nanook reaches in the bed of the truck and pulls out a small sheet of copper. He holds it up. "Who did you get this from? Man...there is like a bunch of small copper bits all over in here."

Billy's hands get sweaty. "Oh uhm, just some old timer. It was a farm truck."

"Was he a scrapper? That would explain all of this. I hear the price per pound is up on copper. I bet you have like 4 pounds in here. You should go turn it in, get some gas money."

Billy knows how much copper is going for when he bought a 8x4 sheet the other day. "Good idea der Nanook. I'll do just that."

Nanook tosses the small bits back in the truck and slaps Billy on his shoulder. "Come on! We have that match against Archer to get ready for. How's Beth any ways?"

Nanook puts his arm around Billy and they start to walk into the gym when Billy says "I dunno! Haven't seen her since I moved in with Brit."

"Billy....what am I going to with you?"



NASCAR Billy is sitting on his knees in middle of the pratice ring in Joe's gym. Sporting shorts and showing off some mighty white legs, a white tank top, revealing his new Cindy tattoo and a Kurt Busch #78 Wonderbread hat with the UWL Tag Team strap around his waist. He runs his right hand along the mat in a circle and slowly looks up at the camera.

"So this week at Final Countdown....I have the pleasure of facing Archer! In a anything goes match! From what Nanook and Joe tell me.....I can use whatever I want to beat Archer up with. Baseball bat. Chair. Table. Trash can. Hell Joey even said I could use lightbulbs if I wanted too. But after seeing the price of them....I won't be using them. Damn man this match is like, going to cost me a pretty penny. Money I don't really have now that I have a apartment. And why? Because Archer feels wronged that he lost to Joe and me? That he feels that he has to prove himself in a anything goes match to teach me some sort of lesson? This isn't money well spent. It's pissing money away because I don't have to prove anything to anyone less alone to Archer. I already beat Archer once. Not my fault he's a sore loser."

Billy comes up to one knee.

"I hit the internet and watched some "hardcore" matches dat they have on there. They look brutal. You have to be downright crazy to get into some of those matches. I've never been body slammed on a bed of nails but that crap looks like it hurts. Barb wired covered bats, and chairs and what not. Why? Then I came across some of your matches Archer. Gettin' all bloodied and bruised. This match is right up your alley. Well buddy it's not my cup of tea! So what am I suppose to do? That is what I had to ask myself. I have never been in a match like this. I sat down and wondered WWKBD?"

Billy stands up on his feet and hooks his thumbs around the tag title.

"What would Kurt Busch do? Kurt Busch is a fighter man. He doesn't sugar coat anything. Just like his brother Kyle, he says what is on his mind and he doesn't care who he pisses of. If he has to get into a fight then so be it! Hell he ain't afraid of using his car either! Just like at Darlington Speedway in 2003, yeah, Old Kurt is coming out of turn four with Ricky Craven on the inside, and they bump and bash all the way down the front stretch to the checkers! And you know what Archer! Kurt Busch won that race because he wasn't afraid to use his car! He did what he had to win including using up the left side of his car! So that's what I'm going to do Archer! I'll drive my truck to the ring if I have too!"

Billy reaches in his front pocket and pulls out his truck keys and hold them up.

"Sideswipe you and pick you up and slam you right in the bed of my truck! Get the 1,2,3 and then drive your sorry ass right out of the arena and drop you right by the dumpster! And I ain't even gunna feel sorry fer ya either! You want to run with the big dogs! You want this!"

Billy taps the UWL Tag Team title.

"Then you best step your game up! If you can! We're one step closer to winning the Coronation Cup proving once and for all who the best damn tag team in the UWL is! Archer! I'm going to go all Kurt Busch on you Saturday night! Better bring your A game! If you ain't first! You suck!"

Fade out.