#16 Greg Biffle (Billy unmasked returns)

The scene opens up inside of Racin' Tyme's race shop.....

Now I know what you might be thinking. Racin' Tyme are no more thou. And this is true but as we all saw at Final Countdown, DJR is NASCAR Billy so in a way, the race shop was, is Billy's.

The last time we were in the shop, Billy wrecked his COPO Camero and had it ripped apart to fix it. Well not much has changed. The car is in pieces. The front clip has been removed exposing the frame and the roll cage. Hoses, wiring hangs from the firewall along with the master cylinder for the brakes. A new driver's side door has been bolted on and is in flat black primer. The engine has been torn down and the any parts that could be saved are on a work bench, the block is on the floor next to it with a huge hole in the side of the block, most likely heading to the scrap yard.

Billy is sitting on his wheel around stool, his head buried in his hands. No music, no noise what so ever outside of the humming of the lights. Billy is back to wearing his blue jeans and a red and white flannel shirt over a plain white tee. On the floor next to his CAT work boots is his spit bottle.

NASCAR Billy "Man.....man, man, man."

Billy rubs his eyes with his hands. He hasn't slept since Saturday night spending all night in the ER with his cousin, his fellow tag team partner "Spotter" also known as "Yugo Phailous" and while that really isn't his legal name, his real first name is really Yugo. His parents were hippies, dirty nasty commy loving hippies.

NASCAR Billy "I am so tired. I could just lean back on dis here stool."

Billy sits up and places his hands on his knees.

NASCAR Billy "If it had a back and just fall asleep. Ima dat tired yo. But when I close my eyes and start to relax. Man."

Billy eyes go wide, almost like they are about to pop out of his skull.

NASCAR Billy "I see it. Over and over again. It's like Sportscenter is playin' the highlight reel in my head you know. I can't think about anything thing else but...."

Billy reaches down and picks up his spit bottle. He slowly stands up and starts to slowly unscrew the cap to his spit bottle.

NASCAR Billy "My cousin gettin' driven in dat der steel chair and der wasn't a god damn thing I could do about it. Man...nuttin. You know, he didn't even move after words. God. If I wasn't so pissed off. If I wasn't full of redneck rage I swear I would have puked. I should have puked. All over that Assault. And I wouldn't even feel sorry that my stomach contents ended up all over that ass wipes face either. Hell. He deserved it."

Billy walks over to a corner of the shop where he has a couch and a table set up. A little sitting area. He sits down in on the couch, a old leather beater. He sets his spit bottle down on the table in front of him.

NASCAR Billy "Those doctors. Man dey worked on Yugo all night long. I mean all night! Dey took this ice water? But it wasn't ice water. It looked like ice water and was cold as hell too and they injected it into his neck and ran it up and down his spine. I dunno what it does but it seemed to help Yugo. I mean we all had to listen to him bitch dat he was cold but he wasn't bitchin' about his neck hurtin. Now...."

Billy picks up his bottle and spits in it.

NASCAR Billy "He ain't jumpin' out of bed today or tomorrow fer dat matter but da doc....da doc says my cousin should be able to walk and run and live a normal life. But wrestling. That is no longer on da table. I mean....I guess that is good news. He could go back to being a cattle rustler but he was really starting to come into his own inside dat ring you know. And knowin' my cousin like I do. He will want to get his hands on Assault, Battery and Steve."

Billy leans forwards and rests on his elbows. He slowly nods his head.

NASCAR Billy "Lucky for dem, they won't have one pissed off to hell Yugo runnin' dem down. But dey do have me to deal with and you three better pray dat I don't run into ya any time soon because der will be blood shed. Yer blood!"

Billy picks his bottle back up.

NASCAR Billy "You see dis?"

Billy sets the bottle down and pulls back his hair at his hair line to reveal several stitches where he was busted wide open.

NASCAR Billy "Dis will heal. Yugo will heal up. He will walk again. He won't fight again but he will walk again. Time will heal all wounds but the scars remain and every time I see dis in the mirror. I will think about you Steve. I will remember dis day fer da rest of my life. But you know what else I will remember?"

Billy picks up his spit bottle and spits in it.

NASCAR Billy "Da day when I beat yer sorry ass and rid you from da UWL! Ima still waiting big guy. I issued you a challenge! Ladder loser leaves town match at Access Denied in Japan! Are you da big bad "I back down from no one" tough guy you claim to be or are you just a hot fart in the wind? You can go ahead and book me in all of these meaningless matches all you want. Ima sure you chuckled real hard when you sent me dat text tell me dat I have a match against Autumn Raven again. Look at me Steve! I ain't laughing! You know I hate wrestling girls but you ain't winning dis game. Line up Raven. Ashley, dat other new girl all you want! I will beat every single one of dem! I will beat everyone you book me against just to piss you off because you are the prize I really want in the UWL! The Cup of Excellence would be nice. The UWL TV title would be nice. The UWL Triple Crown would be nice. Kickin' in da doors on da super six and being ranked number one would be nice. But what I really want and I mean really want is to end your career! I want you GONE from the UWL! I love the UWL! I bleed for the UWL! I just don't tweet we are UWL because it'll make Jay smile. I tweet it because I believe in it, I will defend it against all nay sayers. We are UWL because I AM UWL! And da UWL has a cancer and it's name is Steve Sinclair! And I will cut it out with my bare hands! Nothing and NO ONE will stop me until I do! Your time is up Steve! Da only question is...."

Billy spits in his bottle again and sets it down on the table.

NASCAR Billy "Are you man enough to step up to da plate?"

Fade out.