RP#37

Inside of the barn that used to be the "moon shining capital of the world" is NASCAR Billy. He took the last couple of days to clean up the place, stacked the now scrap copper by the door to recycle as soon as he gets his old truck up and running. He moved his little work area off to the side and has it set up so to speak for the next pot and thumper keg. He'll get to work on that when he gets his old truck running. He did dig up some old boards and laid them down on top of the dirt floor and hit up Craiglists and put together a crude "gym" right there in the barn. He has a weight bench, bunch of weights and some bars. It is far from state of the art but for now, it will do since Steve chained the doors on Joe's gym.

Billy is leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed deep in thought and is thinking back to a argument he had with Steve.........

"Take a look at your self in the mirror man! Why would anyone fear you! You look like a bum! Get a hair cut! Hit the weights and for the love of everything that is holy! SHAVE THAT SHIT STAIN ON YOUR UPPER LIP!"

Billy hasn't shave his "stash" since he was 18 growing it out and well, it doesn't come in very good. It's not a nice full good looking stash, but a sad looking one that screams "I'm into midget porn" kind of stash. Every month that passes, every year that has passed Billy keeps waiting for it to bloom into a wicked handlebar stash but sadly for him it has not happened yet.

"What does my stash have to do with anything Steve!" Billy shoots back at Steve.

"Why don't you go and change your name to Chester!"

"Chester? Why da F*** would I do dat!"

"You know, Chester the Molester! Get with the times Billy! Image does account for something. If you look like a bad ass, people will treat you like a bad ass! Look at Justin Brooks! No one doubts how much a mofo he is!"

"You sonofabitch! I can beat him!"

"Who? Big bad Brooks? Don't make me laugh!"

"Make da match! I'll show ya!"

"Don't ask for something you'll end up regretting dumbass!"

After that the two got into another fist fight......

Back in the barn Billy realizes that Steve might have had a thing to do with him getting booked against Brooks a week before his big title match.

"Dat prick!" Billy says as he pushes himself off of the wall and storms out of the barn.......

Later........

Out by the camper NASCAR Billy has a fire going and he is sitting on a block of wood in front of the camp fire. It's getting dark out and the glow of the fire is starting to light up Billy's face.

"You know. After a while, you just start to run out of things to say."

Billy begins with looking up from the flames.

"Not me of course but I have to admit dat I am getting tired of verbally defending myself against other tag teams like Bird of Prey. I mean how many times and how many different ways can I say, you two simply can't beat Emma and I next week so why even try? But I try to reword, mash it up some, you know keep it fresh. But you know something."

Billy pauses for a split second.

"Ever since I stepped foot in the UWL and won da UWL Tag Team titles, Justin Brooks was the UWL World champion and he had da same song and dance. I will kill you. I killed dis. I killed dat and dis week I will kill you. And you know something. Enough already. We all get it. From time to time you will beat someone here and someone der. But you don't really kill em. Dat is like, just silly. You didn't kill Arch Stanton. I just saw him last week."

Talk about deep thoughts.....

"Every week we see you Brooks not thinking very much about who ever it is you will be facing. You will just run dem over and keep on moving like your some sort of unstoppable force who can't be stopped.

But."

Billy wags his fingers.

"You can be stopped. You have been stopped. You lost dat World title to Caleb Hart. You didn't kill him. I just saw Caleb Hart in the locker room last week. He looked to be in a good mood."

NASCAR Billy the comedian.....

"Now, Ima not saying dat you're some kind of bum. Far from dat. Don't mistake me showing ya some respect for what you have achieved as a weakness or doubt. Nor is dis match gunna be a walk in da park but you kinda make it sound like it will be fer you and gee, thanks fer dat vote of confidence. From where I'm sittin thou. It's not a foregone conclusion dat you will walk over me and win dis match. I mean, come on. Let's look at da facts."

Oh this should be good.....

"Like Nanook always said. You don't need to be good to win a 3 or 4 way match. Da guy who usually is da best don't win those type of matches, but the luckiest guy will always win those type of matches so crowing about being da new Heritage champion.....is well. come on. You beat Eddie Jones. Raise your hand if you lost to Eddie Jones!"

Billy pretends to be looking at everyone raising their hands.

"Yup dat is what I thought. We all know in a one on one match against Arch dat you can be beaten by him. We all saw dat. I've been in da ring with Even Caravelle and while I came up a tad short in dat match, I knows if dat was just you and him, Even can beat ya. In dat match last week, you were just da lucky one in da match. Luck of da draw as dey call it. I mean, let's think about it like dis."

More deep thoughts....hold on to your hats kids.

"You went from da UWL World champion. Walking over everyone dat tried to take da title from ya except fer Caleb Hart. You lost, you disappeared and den you returned to back up your long historic run as da man in the UWL with da.....Heritage title?"

Billy raises one eyebrow.

"Talk about taking a step back. I've never seen anyone who was a great World Champion....and I mean dat from da bottom of my heart, be so proud to take a step down and be da second rate champion here in da UWL. You know when I was growin' up I watched a lot of wrasslin on TV and you know, From where Ima from. You never seen Ric Flair go from da NWA World title to, say da NWA US title and strut around puffing his chest out about it. So dat makes me think dat maybe you're on the slide Brooks. Maybe you hit your peaked and it's all downhill from here."

He raises his eyebrow again.

"You'd think you want to get back on dat high horse of yours and go back after Caleb Hart and kick his ass. Or how you say it.

Kill Caleb Hart

Because you yourself say you killed careers. Killed Legends and killed champions. What? Are you afraid of Hart? Cuz I'm not. I'm not afraid of you either. You get up in da morning and put your pants on just like me. Der is no reason to be so over protective of dat Heritage title Brooks. Hell, other den saying you just won it, I haven't mentioned dat if I won dis match dat I want a shot at dat Heritage title, dat dis match would pole vault me into the Heritage title scene."

Billy rubs his chin.

"Paranoid are we? Afraid dat a loss to NASCAR Billy will expose ya? Dat everyone will see dat da beginning of old age as started to set in on da once mighty Justin Brooks?"

Billy slaps his knees and stands up.

"Well win lose or draw, Ima not backing down from ya. Ima not scared of ya and you sure as hell won't be killin' me. Yer forgettin' dat I am da longest tenured champion in the UWL today and dat Brooks.

Didn't happen by luck."

Billy raises his one eyebrow again and turns and makes his way into his camper as the scene fades out......