RP#14

The scene opens up at NASCAR Billy's uncle, second cousin's farm just outside of Knoxville. Billy comes rumbling up in his old beat up 84 1/2 ton Chevy pick up and parks in front of the garage. Billy kicks open the driver side door and steps out of his truck wearing a Carhart jacket and his trusty real trees #88 camo hat. Billy swings the door closed on his truck and it makes all sorts of racket as he forces it closed. The hinges stick some so it takes a bit of effort to close it.

"After a week off from in ring action in the UWL. NASCAR Billy is going to step back inside that ring this week end.....Saturday night infact."

Billy reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his can of Skoal long cut wintergreen.

"And as Joe likes to say, it's time for me to step up! You see I have a match against that rat bast......blow har........nope. I want to say it. I want to go there as the older fellers say. I get a rematch against Archer!"

Billy taps the top of his can and pops the top. He takes a pinch of chew and holds between his thumb and index finger.

"You know, I'm gettin' real sick and tired of Bad Intentions runnin' der mouths."

Billy stuffs the chew in his lip and snaps his chew can closed and slides the can in his back pocket. He rubs his hands together to get the few flakes of chew off his fingers as he is looking down at the ground. He clears his throat and looks up.

"Yup. I have had it up to here!"

Billy holds his hand up to his forehead.

"With Emma, with Archer runnin' der mouths! I don't want to hear from them twos no more on how we're afraid to defend the titles against them. Joe and I, went to the UWL prior to the Cup finals and told 'em, make the match! The team of Joe Jones and NASCAR Billy, we will defend the titles against those two bums. Little did we know we would meet them in the finals of the cups, and beat them again! But Emma and Archer.....they have the contract! A contract stating that yup, yous two get a UWL Tag Team title match and yet yous two keep runnin' yer traps on how we won't defend the titles!"

Billy takes his hat off and rubs his forehead and slides his hat back on. He adjusts his weight to his left leg and puts his hands on his hips. Spits.

"Hell son, we be waitin' on you twos to make up yer damn minds! Do you want the match or not? It's a simple as that! We're waitin' on you! You sign the contract, and say when the match will take place! It's as simple as that Emma!"

Billy says "Emma" real sarcastic like, like when he says Emma, he's not saying her name, but calling her a bitch. It's the same tone he uses when he says Arch's name these days.

"And while I'm talkin' 'bout you Emma! I want to respond to something you said last week! Where do you get off sayin' dat our win in the Cup finals is a hollow win? I swear I think Joe knocked something loose when he hit you with damn ring bell. A hollow win? Where you get dat from? Because I swear to god if you or that lug head Archer had a shot at it, you'd hit Joe with the ring bell and take the win! Oh but then that would be a "Hard well earned victory" or something like that! You need to spit that bitterness out of yer mouth Emma! Dat's what you needs to do! You.....you just upset that once again, the UWL Tag Team Champions beat you twos! You had yer shot to step up, to prove why you two should have gotten that title match in the first place and you two, came up short. You two.....failed! You crashed and burn like Clint Boyer at just about every Daytona 500! Ended up on his roof sliding through the infield on fire! Yup, that's what Bad Intentions is. A big disappointment year after year but in yer case, match after match."

Billy starts to walk to the rear of his truck.

"I sure you will find some sort of excuse to say how Joe and I ain't giving you a title match again this week and to be honest here, I don't care if you two beat Bad Karma or not, you still don't deserve dat title match we gave you. Now this week...."

Billy lowers the tailgate on his truck and in the back of his truck is two big boxes. He slides one of the boxes towards him.

"I get my hands on Archer again this week and unlike last time Archer!"

Again Billy puts a little flavor on "Archer" like calling him a dick head or something.

"In dis here falls count anywhere match.....I will walk out of dis match with my hand held in victory! Yeah dats right Archer! I'm gunna win dis here match! Now...."

Billy slides the box to the edge of the tailgate and pauses. He rests his arm on the top of the box and adjusts his hat again, and spits.

"thanks to you in our last match, and the Cup final match. I now knows a thing or two about dis hardcore style you live fer. Now I ain't sayin' I'm the best hardcore wrestler to ever walk around a ring, but I'm not goin' into dis match blind. I know a thing or two dis time Archer! You can't bully me around' dis time! Dis time, I'm ready. I've been educated and I know what to look fer, and what to do. This match ain't gunna be like the last time Archer! Ima gunna be ready! Ready to kick yer ass all over the UWL Arena! Hell I ain't even gots to be in the ring to win....and I like that Archer! Ima gunna beat on you so hard you'd swear that I just gave you a Darlington strip down your left side! You're gunna go head on with the outside wall and there ain't no safe wall there to cuddle you and make sure you don't get hurt! I'm going to come at you old school! Bobby Allison sluggin' it out with Cale in the infield as the King takes the checkers! I'll throw everything at you Archer! And when you ain't looking! BAM!!!! I'll take you out with the bump and go and take the win! Because everyone knows Archer! If you ain't first! You suck!"

Billy spits and picks up the box and makes his way into the garage where he has his El Camino half torn apart.

FTB.