#6 Mark Martin

It's Sunday around, let's say 5 in the afternoon and DJR and Spotter are in a sports bar that has a certain theme to the place.

And it's not football

And it's not baseball

Or basketball

Or even hockey.

Soccer? Nope.

Give up?

Try a racing theme! I know what were the odds!

The place is plaster with all things racing. Old race car hoods. Old race tires, helmets, driver suits, victory lane photos, trophies and checkered flags. The place just reeks of Cam2 Racing fuel. At the bar is DJR and Spotter in their matching suits and helmets. The bar only has 4 taps on hand.

Bud
Miller
Old Milwaukee
and Genesee

Cuz that is all you need and by the looks of it, DJR is going to need all they have on tap and more. He is doubling over at the bar shaking his head and Spotter is patting him on the back.

DJR "WHY!!!!! WHY!!!!!"

Spotter "Man this sucks. I can't believe......out of no where too. This blows!"

DJR "It was shaping up to be the year of JR too! GD IT! I Need something to drink!"

Up on the flat screen behind the bar is the victory lane celebration for Brad Keselowski who just won at 'Dega and earned a spot in the next round in the Chase for the Championship. Both Jimmy Johnson and Dale Earhnhardt JR needed to win to move on to the next round and well, JR got caught in a huge wreck and that ended that while Jimmy just ran out of gas.

DJR picks up his #88 water bottle and inserts the straw under his helmet and takes a sip of beer.

Spotter "So close....so close."

DJR slams the water bottle down on the bar top. "Yet so far away."

DJR gathers himself and he and Spotter turn around putting their backs to the bar and they have the UWL tag team titles around their waists. They cross their arms and strike the pose.

Spotter "This week we are putting these titles on the line."

DJR "Because unlike the former champions, we will be fighting champions."

Spotter "And our first title defense isn't months in the making."

DJR "Racin' Tyme will go down in the history books as one of the best!"

Spotter "One of the most dominate."

DJR "Thrilling!"

Spotter "Exciting."

DJR "Masterful."

Spotter "Aw inspiring."

DJR "Tag teams of all time!"

Spotter "And our road to glory."

DJR "Fortune."

Spotter "Fame."

DJR "And scores of ladies."

Spotter "I love the ladies."

DJR "Start this week when we teach the former champions. Shadows and Hammerstorm that they just aren't on our level."

Spotter shakes his head. "We are like up here and you two, are way down on the food chain. You guys are so low...."

DJR "How low?"

Spotter "That you can't even qualify for food stamps. You two are under qualified!"

DJR "In fact there are layers upon layers."

Spotter "So many layers that you can't even count them."

DJR "Of glass ceilings between you two and us dat we can't even see you."

Spotter "In fact you two should do this."

Spotter and DJR slowly wave their hand across their faces ala John Cena.

DJR "Because you two can't see us! I mean just look...."

They wave their hands in front of their faces even faster.

Spotter "Blinding!"

DJR "But listen. We could stand here and bust ya'll balls all day and night but seriously. We should give you guys some props. A little acknowledge for being the former champions. I mean you did after all keep the titles warm for us."

Spotter "And hey, if you two didn't defeat the guys before you, that would mean we would have."

DJR "And honestly, It would have killed me..."

Spotter "It would have been gut wrenching."

DJR "To defeat NASCAR Billy and Emma. I never meet this NASCAR Billy guy but man, I think we would have been great buddies. Could you have imagine if the three of us teamed up?"

Spotter "Oh man! Talk about a unbeatable team!"

DJR "We should really find that guy and talk him into coming back and kicking that Steve's ass and ridding him from the UWL once and for all."

Spotter "We should! But first. Let's deal with what pay the bills."

DJR "Gotta have those green backs for the ladies you know."

Spotter "And who knows, maybe after our match, after we retain our titles we could hit the strip club and make it rain all over Brandon's mom."

DJR "We could. I know she would love to see a pair of winners walk through that door."

Spotter "Did you hear that?"

DJR "What?"

Spotter "What you just said."

DJR "And what did I just say?"

Spotter "Listen up Brandon, Magnus. Both of your moms and your girlfriends know it when they see us. They know we're bread winners and high rollers because we win. We're winners. We showed up in the UWL and took the titles from you. And this week, we will put them back on the line, defend them which is something you two never did and we will single handily show you how it is done and how it looks likes to be a winner. To taste the champagne in victory."

DJR "And guys, don't get all bent. This isn't personal. It's business and this right here."

DJR and Spotter run their hand of the face of the titles. DJR hooks his thumbs around the face the title sporting it like a huge belt buckle.

DJR "Is my business. This is my way of life. It's my baby. It's my first love and I won't let her go. About the only way you will get this from me, is from my cold dead hand and even then.....well okay really I can't stop you from taking them."

Spotter "Unless we come back as Zombies and slowly stalk you backing you into a corner and bite you and start eating you but you two aren't really my type. I would rather eat your mom."

Spotter looks to the right and cups the side of his mouth.....or the side of his helmet where his mouth is. "If you know what I mean."

DJR "No....no I don't know what you mean."

Spotter "What? Really? I want to eat your mom?"

DJR "But how can you when Rick Grimes is putting a stake through your skull."

Spotter "huh what? Who is Rick Grimes?"

DJR "You said we were a zombie. Come on man! Watch the Walking Dead! Get with the program!"

Spotter "OH!!!!! Yeah. The Walking Dead. That is totally what I meant."

DJR points at the camera.

DJR "Point is! These titles aren't going anywhere! Racin' Tyme is the future, the whole freaking show when it comes to tag team wrestling! It doesn't get any better than Racin' Tyme! Just now, JR nation is down in the dumps. He lost at Dega! He can't win the championship this year but you know what? We'll pick up JR Nation! They can cheer us on, and watch perfection in motion because we are the champions. We'll show you how to get the job down! International Incident might have been something back in the day, but these days!"

Spotter "You're nothing but Terry Labonte just clicking off laps in third rate equipment."

DJR "You're nothing but the Robbie Gordon of the wrestling world. You think just because you won a match here and there that it means something but at the end of the day, we're the one with the hardware! We're the ones that stand the test of time! And do you want to know why?"

Spotter "It's because it's time!"

DJR "Come hell or high water you better sure damn well know it's time!"

DJR and Spotter "IT'S RACIN' TYME!"

Spotter "Don't be a lug nut!"

DJR "Be a sparkplug!"

Fade out.