Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 6, 2015 15:17:36 GMT
Slap some paint on it and call it good…..
Thursday night in the race shop and Billy has spent the week doing a couple of things.
Makin’ Shine. He has orders to fill.
Hittin’ da gym. He has calories to burn from all of his shine he drinks.
Hittin’ da bike path. Got to break in in them new running shoes you know.
Buildin’ da race car. Before you know it, March will be here and the season kicks off.
oh and one more thing.
Watchin’ porn on the net. Billy doesn’t have a girlfriend at the moment.
It’s late Thursday night, real late and thank god he doesn’t have any neighbors because BIlly has the tunes cranked in the shop as he walks over to his tool chest and pulls a crowbar out of the top of the box. Billy has burned the midnight hours setting his dirt modified up. The rear end is in the car, along with the coilovers and he ran the brake lines and got that all hook up. The front end is all hung from the frame rails and set up as close as he can with out the motor in it. The front end will change once he has weight in the car and now it has come to that time. To break open the wooden crate that his brand new GM Crate motor came in.
"Der is nuttin like the smell of Chevy horsepower in the middle of da night you know.”
Billy twirls the crowbar in his hand as he walks up to the big wooden crate that has GM spray painted on the side of it.
"I’ve been busy dis week. I took a bare frame and a pile of parts and got it to dis point. Now it’s time to unleash da beast! My brand new big block GM crate motor and before I bust open this box I have to thank da guys at Autozone down da road for sponsoring me and making this happen. Without you guys this would have never happened. Also thanks to Mack and featherlite trailers for gettin’ me to the track on the weekends.”
Billy jabs the end of the crowbar in under one of the top boards on the crate. As he starts to pry up on the board he pauses.
"You know? It just dawned on me just how quiet it has been in da UWL dis week. Why is dat? I didn’t notice dat till just now. I stood in dat ring last week and put everyone in the UWL on notice, most notably Josh Eagles and after da show I said my peace and looked forward to havin’ a nice clean well fought match with LT Bowers and suddenly everyone has been tight lipped. I wonder why? Is it because….”
Billy holds up his crowbar.
"Ima holding a crowbar? Or is it because…”
Billy glances over at his race car.
"It’s because Ima building a bad ass dirt race car and you’re all jealous?”
Billy sets the crowbar down on top of the crate and on his tool cart is a water bottle. He picks it up and takes a quick sip of water. Despite the rumors, you can’t be drunk and build a winning race car. It just doesn’t work out in your favor.
"Yeah dat’s it isn’t it? You all know dat you can’t compete with me, you all know you can’t beat me, you all know dat Ima gunna win and der is no reason fer any of yous to even attempt in beating me because dat just ain’t gunna happen.”
Billy throws the water bottle on the ground.
"Funny thing is I ain’t talkin’ bout racin! Ima talkin’ about beatin’ all of ya in da ring! Y’all know you’re all on notice and I mean business! Josh Eagles can duck me all he wants but you know I will find ya! I do after all know where ya work! Y’all can hide in your lockers in da gym and snicker all y’all want but when I start pickin’ you off one by one and rackin’ up wins in da ring.”
Billy again glances at his race car.
"And off I will work my way back to gettin’ myself another shot at da title currently held by dat cheatin’ son of bitch Josh Eagles! You know when I lay my head down at night I can still hear da ringin’ in my ears and dat’s all thanks to you Eagles….and your elbow pad. But instead of drivin’ me nuts and keepin’ me up at night….I hear dat I have to get even, get revenge on Eagles fer what he did! Dat is what is drivin’ me and dis week it starts with you Bowers! Man, like I said I ain’t gots nuttin’ against you Bowers and I really have nuttin’ bad to say about ya. But you do have a problem and it’s a problem that will leave ya on your back at da end of the night. You see you are standin’ in my way between me and da UWL TV title. You’re on my path, standin’ der takin’ up space, just gettin’ in da way and you know….”
Billy places his hand on the crowbar.
"Ima gunna have to move ya out of the way! Now you can go peacefully but I doubt dat will happen so I will have to move ya, forcefully!”
Billy picks up the crowbar and slams it into the top of the crate.
"I set myself a goal dis year and dat goal is da UWL TV title. I will win dat title and no one including you Bowers is gunna keep me from my goals. I miss wearin’ twenty five pounds of gold around my waist. I miss havin’ everyone wanna take my picture with da title. I miss da ladies comin’ up to me just wantin’ to touch my belt and yeah, I miss the extra pay you get fer being a champion. I want dat back and if I have to rough ya up and toss aside then….”
Billy shrugs.
"Dat is what I have to do. The short and sweet of it is dis. If you ain’t first…...if you don’t have gold around yer waist…..den you just suck and Ima no loser. You will eat my dirt and taste defeat. Got it? Good.”
Fade out.
