#2 Rusty Wallace

Scene opens up with DJR standing in his garage, his race garage. Well he's giving the impression that it is his race garage anyways. It's a professional looking race shop. Frame tables, big fancy tool boxes. Everything is clean, neat and in order. There are different kind of race cars in the back ground. A NASCAR Sprint cup car. A indy car. A big block dirt modified. World of Outlaw sprint car and a late model outlaw car. Every one of them white and each one has the number 69 on them.

Back to DJR. He is standing in the foreground near the overhead door and in his hand is a map. He is studying it.

"So even though the League's next event. The UWL in case you weren't up on the lingo Heather is in San Jose. Which is up here."

DJR points to the part of the map where San Jose is.

"But you and Armando, and Julio, and Frick, and Frat, and Ben, Jerry, Larry, Curry and Moe and you cousin Ashley and her dog teapot are going to San Diego. Which is down here."

DJR points to the part of the map where San Diego is and even though he is wearing his white racing helmet he slowly looks at the camera and you can tell he has a "WTF" look on his face.

"Because as you say. Der is no Racin' in San Diego."

You know he smirking under that helmet.

"So Heather. When you and your posse get to San Diego, why don't you and all of your friends. Your Famila...."

From some where inside of the race shop and off camera we hear Spotter with his high pitch Asian sounding voice. "Shouldn't it be LA Famila?"

"When you touch down in San Diego in your private jet...."

Again Spotter chimes in. "Does your jet say Jet Blue on the side?"

"Maybe ya'll could make your way out to Barona Speedway and soak in a little IMCA action. You could watch some Street stocks and Super stock action. Maybe you and everyone in your group could stick around and watch the Junior Sprint division. Never know Heather, maybe if you ever push a kid out maybe he'll want to race instead of wrestle for a living. I mean, let's be real for second. If junior grows up and makes the Sprint cup in Nascar he could pull in a couple million a year which, well I'm just going to say it. Is well beyond what you and Armando are pulling in now."

Spotter from deep inside the race shop "We should know! We get paid by the League too!"

"You can mock us. You can poke fun of us. You can continue to drudge through life not understanding racing. Joking on NASCAR. Hating on F1 and ignoring Indy car but the hard cold race fuel smelling fact is that racing, of some sort is every where! In every state, in every county. in some no name hick town you never heard of, there is some sort of racing going on there. You claim to have love for California and yet, some of the biggest baha racing takes place in southern California. Does the name Robbie Gordon ring a bell? He is only one of the biggest names to come out of Southern California."

Towards the back of the shop Spotter walks into the background of the picture. He stands just over DJR's right shoulder and crosses his arms.

"But enough about racing. I mean, don't get me wrong I could stand here all day and talk about it. I could break down the Chase right now but dat isn't gunna pay the bills. But do you know what will pay the bills. Rastling! To quote Mark Henry. That is what I do! I along with my partner. We climb in dat ring and put on a show for the fans who come out to see us. The people, dey love Racin' Tyme! Dey support Racin' Tyme! Dey have a burning inside of their souls to watch Racin' Tyme! And dis week."

"In San Jose!"

"The fans on the West Coast. The fans coming out to watch the UWL for the first time in a long time, maybe for some of them the first time live will come out and see Racin' Tyme beat the crap out of Heather Jackson and Armando and not only will we....."

"Not you two!"

"Win da match but it will send us to Nightmare V to face the UWL Tag Team Champions. Dis is a opportunity that we will not lose. Dis is why we are here. For the tag straps."

"It has been said...." Spotter says as he slowly starts walking towards DJR "That Heather Jackson and Armando Santos isn't a legit tag team yet, they will have you believe that they are. That the only team in the UWL worthy of the UWL World Tag Team titles is this group of deadbeats who portray this picture of a successful, wealthy well oiled team who's birth right was to win those UWL tag Team titles."

"But we all know dat is a lie. A farse and you two only proved it to be that when you picked up the Famila into your jet and jetted to the west coast."

"I still say it's La."

"or Los."

"As in Losers."

"To then inform us that not only do we have to beat you two, but we also have to beat your cousin, your sister, her best friend, and some guy who is willingly marrying into that cluster of a family. So as you plainly pointed out. Dis isn't a tag team match but more like, a 4 on 2 or a 5 on 2 match."

Spotter has by now made his way next to DJR. He crosses his arms. "I smell it."

"Smell what?"

"Fear. You two reek in fear. Even from here, I can smell it. This is your shot. Your shot at the UWL Tag Team titles and the tag champions, who have been ignoring you. You attack them, they don't even respond to you. You know why that is?"

"They know you're a non factor, a no threat to them."

"So the UWL has laid out in front of you a way to gain a shot at the titles you covet. And you have said as much in the past. And all you have to do is defeat us but you know, you know you can't beat the fastest, strongest, smartest team in professional wrestling today. The man who knows no fear. Spotter taps DJR on his shoulder. " The man who walks with death. The Shiner and the cowboy. The conqueror of wins and the Slayer of hymens better knows as Racin' Tyme."

"Dat is why you are stocking the odds in your favor. Bringing everyone down to the ring with you but you know something. It won't help you. Not one bit."

Spotter slowly shakes his head no.

"Dis is the real deal. Dis is the whole show. Dis is the best it was, the best it is and the best it will ever be and any other tired catch phrase you want to use to describe what is going to happen dis weekend. You will be school. You will be lapped. You will end up wrecked and out of the race."

"And the race for the tag titles."

"And all you need to do is remember dis. It's time."

"It's Racin' Tyme!"

Fade out.