Post by Steve Sinclair on Jun 10, 2014 21:19:42 GMT
NASCAR Billy is out cold in a lawn chair in front of his camper at his Uncle Ned's 2nd cousin's farm. He fell asleep in the chair after spending Sunday night texting away and spending as much time as he could on the phone with the folks from the UWL to get Steve's plans changed and not team up with Morpheus to face International Incident. And the good news is.....NASCAR Billy got HIS way! He's not facing International Incident next week at the TV Tapings.
Billy is sooo excited to get one over on Steve that he just wants to jump up and declare
But with his match next week in the books as a singles match against someone not named Hammerstorm or Shadows, Billy threw himself down in the lawn chair and fell asleep with out a care in the world who he had to face next week and dreamed of the look on Steve's face when he finds out that Billy got his match changed next week......
Picture if you will something along the lines of the throne room from Game of Thrones but just not a good. Wooden floors painted black with yellow lines on them, Big bold numbers airbrushed on the walls and then there is the throne itself. Instead of being made of swords from his enemies, it's made of sheet metal and car parts from the cars Billy has beaten in races. Sitting on the throne is NASCAR Billy wearing a driver's suit made of chain mail and instead of a crown, it's a open face helmet, chromed out. Billy sits on his throne looking out over his kingdom.......it must be lunch time because there is no one else in the room with him.
"How about dat Steve! Huh? What do you make of dat? Ima gots your match changed. Yeah! I did! I took my career in my hand like yous have been wanna me to do and I told dem people in charge dat der was no way I was gunna team up with some half wit from der school. If Ima gunna git in dat ring with International Incident den I need my partner in my corner, I need Emma with me to get a fair shake at dem. Ima da tag team champion and I won't be made to look like a bum on national TV! I deserve some respect you know! I will not be made to look like a fool! So I told em Steve dat der was no way dat match you wanted so badly was gunna to happen. So Steve."
Billy smirks.
"HAHA! I just beat ya at yer own game! So der! Take dat!"
Billy stands up and gives a quick pelvis trust.
"As fer my opponent dis week. Da Extreme Pizza Boy. You best take note dat I am no Stephen Callaway! I have bested Stephen many times myself. I wouldn't go around braggin' about bestin' Stephen as no one cares if you may or may not have bested him. Dis week, Dis week you will step in dat ring and stand across and face me.
NASCAR Billy!
Da longest tenured champion in the UWL today. My title reign can not be matched by no other in the UWL. Not by Caleb Hart. Not by Justin Brooks. And not by Alan Christopher!
When it comes to who is da best of da best in da UWL......
When it comes to who is da champion of champions in da UWL....."
NASCAR Billy stands up and stands in front of his throne.
"I stand alone....
I am my own island.....
I am my own kingdom!
I have built dis from nothing to be the king of kings....
Numero Uno!
I cast da shadow dat everyone only hopes they wish dey could cast in da UWL!
And on Saturday night when you step in dat ring, you will stand before true GREATNESS!!!!!
And I demand that you bow and show me da respect dat I have earned!
Failure to do so.....
Will get you hurt....
And hurt badly....
Like a crappy frozen Pizza, I will discard you with out a care in da world.
For in my world, in my kingdom....
If you ain't first....
Then you just suck!"
Billy jumps as he awakes in his lawn chair. He blinks several times and his phone falls from his lap and onto the ground.
"What da....Man! I need to make me some Shine. I can't take anymore of des crazy ass dreams anymore."
Billy slowly stands up and makes his way into his camper as the scene fades out..........
