Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 11, 2015 22:43:15 GMT
’Bout time
Back in Knoxville…..
Billy is sitting on this roll around stool while clutching a Mason jar with both of his hands. He looks to be deep in thought as he is staring at his new Bicknell big block DIRT modified race car. The big block GM Crate motor has been dropped in it and it has been plumbed and wired and ready to fire it up and break it in, shake it down, load it up and haul it to a dirt track near you! But something is stopping him from doing all of this.
The look on Billy’s face has him perplexed.
It’s almost like he couldn’t believe it.
He sets his Mason jar down on the concrete floor in front of him and runs his hands through his hair that he hasn’t cut in 6 months now. It’s a race between the hair on his head and the hair on his face as to which ones can grow longer at this point.
Billy looks up at his race car again. A sparkling white modified with a gold leaf number 88 on the side and on the rear quarter panels a “American Sugar Alliance” logo decorates it, his main sponsor for the season. He uses a lot of sugar in making his Shine, they took notice and now they sponsor his car.
Billy shakes his head in disbelief and glances down at the floor briefly and looks back up.
"Man I still dunno ‘bout dis. How is da hell does a brand new tire get a flat? Da season hasn’t even started and Ima have to get a new tire?”
On the other side of the car standing there is The Jackman! He doesn’t say a word.
"Whatever man! Jack it up so we can change dat tire….”
You can tell Billy is annoyed by this. A brand new tire with zero laps on it, is flat as flat can get right before Billy was going to load up the car but what can he do about it? Other than change the tire that is.
The Jackman nods in agreement and starts to run the 2-3 feet to the back of the car dragging a jack behind him. The wheels on the jack need to be greased and they squeak and make all sorts of noises as The Jackman slides the jack under the rear of the car and starts to jack the car up. The lifting pad of the jack makes contact with the center section of the rear end in one pump and the Jackman brings the handle all the way up and leaps up in air putting all his weight behind him and slams the handle down towards the floor and the car raises up like a inch. The Jackman quickly to his feet and does it again, grunting as he does this, and rocking his pelvis back and forth as he does. It’s really weird.
"WHAT DA HELL ARE YA DOING?” Billy barks as he stands up.
The Jackman pokes his head from behind the car and even though he is wearing a helmet you can see he has this “What did I do wrong?” look on his face.
"From the side, from the side! We don’t need to jack up the whole car! Stop always trying to jack da thing up from behind would ya?”
The Jackman lowers his head and lets out a sigh, a loud sigh and twists the handle releasing the jack and lowering the car………..
"So it has finally come! Da time has finally come.”
Inside what appears to be a basement, a brick basement NASCAR Billy walks into view and the room is full of barrels. A winery perhaps? Anyway Billy sets his mason jar down on a barrel and reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his can of chew.
"I have only been waiting fer ever fer dis match. Da League has been waiting and waiting.”
Billy taps the top of the can with is thumb a couple of times. Behind him in the shadows is The Jackman, standing with his arms crossed.
"And waiting. Everyone has been waiting to see dis here match dis week. Everyone knows dat dis match is going to deliver. Everyone knows dat dis match is going to live up to da hype. Dat match? Why it’s me finally gettin’ my hands on old Ray Harlan!”
Billy snaps open the can of chew. He takes a pinch and is about to stuff his lip and pauses.
"Oh you guys don’t remember? You know back when I looked like my bodyguard The Jackman and went by da name DJR……”
Billy stuffs his bottom lip with chew.
"And I was wreckin’ everyone in da Cup….”
Billy pauses and looks at The Jackman. He is no Spotter that is for sure. Billy holds his arms up motioning “Come on guy! You’re killing me!” The Jackman pulls out his Iphone and swipes a couple of times, taps on the screen and holds it up with a video of Spotter saying
Vintage Spotter Video “Of!”
"Excellance! I had dat thing won and der was only one man standin’ between me and dat cup and dat man was the one and only, Ray Harlan JR.”
Billy snaps his can of chew closed and stuffs that back in his back pocket.
"We were scheduled to face each other in a no DQ match and as you could have guess, I was really looking forward to dat match! I had dat match circled on my calendar and was just waitin’ fer the UWL booking team to book dat date and at last, it was never booked and den someone who shall remain nameless pulled me from the Cup!”
The Jackman taps on his screen again.
Vintage Spotter video “Of!”
"Excellance and it felt like I was never ever gunna face Ray Harlan.”
Billy nods.
"Till now. Yeah sure it’s not a no DQ match. Yeah sure I won’t be liftin’ da cup in the air after da match and maybe just maybe dis match really doesn’t mean what it used to but you know….”
Billy crosses his arms.
"I win, I beat Ray Harlan den I can make a case dat I should get a shot at da UWL TV title and you know dat is better than the Cup of Excellence in a way. Just cuz I lost to Bowers last week doesn’t mean dat my goals have changed. I still have my eye on dat belt and I won’t quit chasing it till I get it and beatin’ Ray Harlan…..well dat will look fer me.”
Billy picks up his mason jar and pauses to look around quick. He looks down at the barrel in front of him and touches it, rubbing his fingers on it.
"Dis has been a match dat has been a long time in da making in my mind. I have wanted dis match fer so long dat I have grown a beard! And now it’s time to go out der and show everyone why I….NASCAR Billy wanted dis match. Pre beard and wearin’ a mask I said I could beat Ray Harlan and run da tables to five and oh in singles matches. Dat masked man…..is standing in front of ya. Ima da guy who will defeat Ray Harlan dis week. I’m why it’s great to be first and fer everyone else, who don’t come in first, I’m why you ya’ll suck.”
Fade out.
