Post by Steve Sinclair on May 19, 2014 22:07:03 GMT
Good Bye old friend.
You have served me well.
Inside of the old barn that was once Billy's Redneck Remedy world headquarters, Billy sits on a stool with his head hung low as he looks over his busted up still. It lays in the dirt floor of the barn, crushed, holes punched in it. The mash from the pot has soaked into the dirt floor and dried by now but the smell still lingers in the air. The supply of mason jars he had, new jars he bought at Wal-Marts are also all smashed. His whole set up he had, built and perfected is now a pile of scrap metal and nothing more.
What has Billy down isn't that Hatemonger tried to put him out of business. Any moonshiner worth his mash will have a set back here and there. You have to brush yourself off and press ahead. What has Billy down is that this Still, this work of art that Billy built with his own bare hands, his first attempt in doing so, produced some of the finest Shine Billy has ever had. He loved the Still and the Still loved him back with top notch smooth shine and plenty of it. It was something that Billy hopped to have for a life time. He first and last Still he would ever have to build. With the right paper work Shinning is legal in Tennessee. To Billy, it just wasn't a Still and a way to make some extra money and keep a way of life going. The Still was the first big investment he made with his first couple of paychecks from the UWL.
It's like that first car you bought with your own hard earned money. Your first girlfriend. You will never forget them, how they looked, how they felt, how they smelled. And just like totaling your first car, getting dumped by your first girl friend, the pain from the break up seems to last forever.
But Billy doesn't really have time to sulk and get all teary eyed over the loss of his first true love. He has business to attend to.
Namely his match against one Autumn Raven.......
Outside in the field out by his camper is NASCAR Billy leaning on the hood of his completely
"ahhhhhhh Oh yeah." Billy says after his sip of shine. He screws the lid back on the jar and reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his can of dip.
"Now I know. Ima suppose to quit chewing and sippin' since Emma is my tag partner and I promise ya. Old NASCAR Billy, Ima tryin'. Really. Ima tryin' but dis has been one stressful week with Hatemonger ruining my early retirement plan and all. Hey! Da UWL doesn't have a 401K you know! Ivs gots to do something to save some money. I can't wrassle ferever you know. But."
Billy points at the camera and then taps the top of his chew can.
"As long as Ima in dat ring, puttin' on a show fer everyone who comes out to da UWL arena to cheer me on I can promise ya one thing. NASCAR Billy. UWL Tag Team Champion with go hand in hand. I ah promise you dat."
Billy cracks open the top of the can.
"Now in a couple of weeks Emma and I will be defendin' da tag titles against Ravenborn. Dey are after all da number one contenders to my title and dat means dey gets a shot and Ima fine with dat. Hell I'ves only been sayin' all year is fer some guys or gals to find yerself a partner and come on. Let's get it on! I want to defend da belts. I want to cement dat Ima da best tag team champion of all time in everyone's mind and you know. I can't force people to face me in a title match. I dangled I don't know how many open shots at da titles out der fer anyone to claim. Hell I stood in middle of da ring in the UWL arena almost begging anyone to find someone and lets go."
Billy pinches some chew, pulls his lip out and stuffs his lip. He snaps the lid on his can chew shut and stuffs the can back in his back pocket.
"But what I hate is someone......oh I dunno someone like Autumn Raven and Winterborn sneaking around like a bunch of hood rats with deir under handed tactics jumpin' me from behind and all of dat crap like I was some how duckin' dem. hmmm."
Billy shakes his head. He picks up a Mickey D's coffee cup off the hood of the car to use as his spit cup. No spitting around the camp site you know.
"I won't back down from a challenge. Ya'll should know dat by now. When it comes to fightin'.....NASCAR Billy is yer man. You have never once heard me say "Oh no! Ivs gots a match against Justin Brooks. Ivs gots to face Caleb Hart. No! I can't!" Hell no! I roll up my sleeves. I double check my belt buckle. I tug on those belts one more time and mash my foot on the gas and run into dat at full steam! I'll never back down! I don't care who it is! You wanna get in dat ring with me. Son. Ima on board. Like dey used to say. You gotta wanna wanna and I'd be a sonofabitch but you ain't gots to go far to find NASCAR Billy."
Billy spits in his spit cup.
"You know what I mean?"
Billy slides up on the hood of his
"So I find it odd, almost disrespectfully dat Autumn Raven fer doin' what she doin' to get herself a shot at da tag titles. When I first arrived in da UWL everyone held her in high regards. No one had anything bad to say about Autumn and yet, when she decided to pair up with Winterborn. Der was no need to spew some much venom at Emma and I. Der was no reason to rush out to da ring to save Winterborn from certain defeat. Dis spits in da face of everything dat has ever been said about Autumn Raven. And quite honestly Autumn. It makes me mad. Like come on girl. You of all people don't need to act like a stark raving mad bitch to get my attention. Well maybe nowadays you do but dat is another conversation fer another day."
Billy spits his cup again.
"So it is set in stone. It's gunna happen. Da titles will be on da line and we won't be havin' someone like Karma runnin yer trap about da belts not being defended because dis match will happen. Ima sure somewhere in da UWL universe der are some hardcore Autumn Raven fans gettin' all excited about dat match cuz dey think yer gunna win dat match."
Billy spits and shrugs his shoulders.
"Ah hell. Maybe dey are right. I ain't never gunna say dat I can't be beaten but in a tag match dat is a tall order to do but if anyone can do it. I reckon Autumn Raven is more den qualified to do just dat. Winterborn on da other hand.....well I'll just keep dat opinion to me self."
Billy crosses his arms.
"But before we gets to da big title match. We first have to git through dis match and I ain't lyin' when I say dat I am looking forward to dis match fer one reason and one reason only. See unlike a couple of months ago when I didn't want to fight a lady in da ring cuz momma didn't raise me like dat. I don't have a problem facing you in dis match Autumn. You've done and turned into a coward. A jumpin' from behind yellow bellied coward. Oh I gets havin' to run out der and save Winterborn from defeat 2 weeks ago. Especially after you lost to Emma earlier in da night. How can ya you two make a tag title push when ya you two can't beat da champs one on one? I git dat. But to blind side me. What aren't you man enough to face me head on?"
Billy spits in his cup and slides down the hood of his
"Ima thinkin' no. You know you can't win dis match. Da mighty Autumn Raven. Queen of da UWL. Head bitch in control. She knows when she's beat and she knows she can't beat NASCAR Billy. Here you are, headin' into a important match in yer career. You made peace with Winterborn and came to together to go after da tag titles and da one guy you need to beat to get yer hands on da titles...."
Billy stands up and pops the lid on his spit cup. He digs the chew out of his lip and deposits it in the cup and closes the lid on it. He then picks up his jar of shine.
"Is standin' in yer way and dis week, you will learn first hand dat task isn't as easy as you think it is. Yer gunna learn how it is to be in a race car, lookin' up in da mirror and see me fillin' it up! Der is no where fer you to go. Ima gunna tap you, and your gunna spin out and crash into da wall. You will know how it feels to git hit with da Bump and run Autumn because NASCAR Billy! He don't care who you are. Ima gunna win."
Billy unscrews the lid of his jar and holds the jar up in a toast.
"Cuz if you ain't first. Den you just suck!"
Billy takes a sip of his shine as the scene fades to a checkers..........