Post by Steve Sinclair on Mar 1, 2015 21:03:47 GMT
Throwing down the Thunder
Here is something you hardly ever see.
NASCAR Billy in the gym with his shirt off lifting weights.
After his little meeting with Joe Jones, Billy headed out and made a B line for the nearest gym and it just happened to be Gold’s Gym.
It’s early Friday morning and Billy has been in the gym all morning and Timmy, Joe’s semi personal camera man made his way to the gym to see how Billy is doing and if he could get a interview out of him then that would be a plus for him. That and Joe wanted a report. Timmy walks into the weight room and on the weight bench is NASCAR Billy in some under armour shorts and his CAT Work boots. Billy has the bar all loaded up, a rough count of 280 pounds, give or take a plate or two and he is slowly lifting it back up. The Jackman is spotting him which is ironic. Timmy makes his way over to where Billy is.
Timmy “Billy?”
Billy sets the bar and sits up. He is sweating like a stuffed pig. His long hair has sweat dripping from it and his beard is soaked. He has this determined look in his eyes as he glares at Timmy.
NASCAR Billy "WHAT!” Billy barks at Timmy.
Timmy “Hello. I’m Timmy from the UWL. I’m here to see how you’re doing and if you have any thoughts about your match tomorrow night against Cory Chevelle.”
NASCAR Billy "Oh sure, now the UWL is checking up on me? Can’t grant me a match against The Rodent but they want to know how my well being is? Man get lost! I ain’t time for dis shit!”
Timmy has no idea what Billy is talking about.
Timmy “Huh okay?”
Billy was starting to lay down and start another rep but sits back up.
NASCAR Billy "You want to know how Ima feelin? You want to know what my thoughts are?”
Timmy “You okay? You seem...different.”
The Jackman in the background is motioning with his hand signalling to Timmy to cut it.
NASCAR Billy "Different? I’m different? You know who’s different! Jay Jefferson is different! I heard what he said! I know what he’s planning! And I’m tellin’ ya right here and now! NASCAR Billy isn’t gunna put up with dat! Now, listen I don’t want to sit here and sound like Ima hatin’ on Jay. Dat guy has helped me more in this sport, in dis company den anyone else and I can’t really say anything bad about him...BUT! In this case Jay is wrong and tomorrow night I’ll talk with him and I get what I want! And what dat happens. Den I’ll deal with mister big head himself, Cory Chevelle!”
Timmy “What are you planning on doing to Cory?”
NASCAR Billy "I swear to god! Everywhere I look all I see are guys being disrespectful of Jessica! Everytime I turn around, someone is wanting to hurt her, threaten’ to punch her! I can’t take it anymore! First der is dat rat bastard and now Cory! Sittin’ der threaten’ Jess like dat! He should have been grateful dat she would even interview him! He is no one! A has been! Just another some old guy from who knows where traveling around the country going to anyone who would listen to him, Hey look at me! I’m a gold medalist! I grew up on a farm! I’m a sniper! I’m a big deal in a little pond! I mean!”
Billy holds his hands outwards and has this crazed look on his face. He’s real fired up here today.
NASCAR Billy "Next he’ll tell us is dat his chopper got hit with RPG’s in Iraq! Is his name really Cory Chevelle or is it Brian Williams? I DUNNO! Der both full of crap!”
Timmy is trying real hard to not chuckle at that and the camera bounces around some. The Jackman places his hand over his face...err helmet and shakes his head and walks off.
NASCAR Billy "Maybe der was a reason why Angelo Valour beat ya in your debut match in da UWL. Maybe it had nuttin’ to do with it being a fluke, or you were caught off guard! Maybe it something to do with da fact that your old, slow and not what you used to be! Maybe it’s time to hang it up old timer! I mean how old are ya? 50? I can hear your joints screaming for mercy from here! You know! I dunno if anyone else noticed dis or not but Cory Chevelle is da white version of Justin Brooks!”
“Billy! Come on kid!”[/font] Timmy says.
NASCAR Billy "WHAT? Is you close your eyes and listen to JB and den listen to Cory dey are da same guys! Dey both stomp around da place spoutin’ da same nonsense. I’m gunna crush ya! I’m gunna break ya in two! Ima gunna snap your spine! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Dey beat der chests and think dat dey are big shits around here! But I’ll tell ya dis! At least JB has my respect! At least JB isn’t pumping his chest and intimidating a non wrestling female in da UWL. At least JB has done something in the UWL.”
Timmy “Billy, Cory just got here, that’s not fair.”
Billy takes a breath. and brushes back his hair and runs his hand down his beard.
NASCAR Billy "Sorry. I shouldn’t have gone der. Ima just….all worked up. I want a match against da Rodent and Ima hearing dat the UWL isn’t gunna let it happen. Ima mad cuz I didn’t beat Josh Eagles….Ima just frustrated. If I was a pressure cooker I would be whistling right now. If I offended anyone out der den I am sorry fer what I just said. I wasn’t thinkin’ but let’s be honest here. JB has da better all season tan thou.”
Timmy “BILLY!!!!”
NASCAR Billy "Okay! okay! okay! Sorry. Ima gunna get flack fer dat ain’t I?”
Billy seems like he has calmed down some and is smiling.
Timmy “You can’t say that man. That will get you fired. What’s wrong with you? You’re not like that. Come on kid. Smarten up.”
NASCAR Billy "Well don’t you say stuff you wouldn’t normally say when things don’t go your way? Like when your camera breaks or something?”
Timmy “Yes but no one hears it because the camera is broken though.”
NASCAR Billy "hmmm.”
Timmy “How about this. Let’s not talk about anyone else but Cory Chevelle and your match against him tomorrow night. How about that?”
Billy nods.
NASCAR Billy "Okay. He’s been runnin’ his mouth a lot dis week. He seems to think he knows me. He seems to think he can poke fun at me and he thinks he’s better den me and dat Ima nothing in the UWL but a joke. He should know dat I am a two time tag team champion. Ima a tag team Coronation Champion. I also grew up on a farm in fact I spend dis week on da farm helpin’ out. I’m a good shot with da rifle too. I don’t need to brag about how far out I can hit something as any goof ball named after a late 60’s early 70’s muscle car can hit da broadside of a barn without much trouble but how are ya with a bow and arrow? Can you even pull it back old man? Up in dat tree as it rocks back and forth with the breeze and hit your mark at 75 yards? Dat is the test of a true mark smith. And how can I be a momma boys when Mom kicks ya out of da house when I was 15? I haven’t seen my mom in like, 6 years now. Phish. You don’t know me. You think you do, but you have no idea.”
Off in the distance we hear some noises, like a squeaky wheel.
NASCAR Billy "Your not gettin’ in dat ring against some bum, some fresh off da street no body. Ima NASCAR Billy! Da superhero of da UWL! A name dat means much much more den yours will ever mean in da UWL. Ima mister UWL. Der is no better company to work fer den da UWL! And just like Angelo, you will go down in defeat dis week at the hands of me! You can’t be kidnapping people and get away with it! Why Jay isn’t suspending you and and The Rodent is beyond me! Are we as a company sayin’ dat it’s okay to harm women and get away with it! Kurt Busch just got suspended by NASCAR fer hittin’ his girlfriend! He took his girl and smashed her face into the wall of his RV and he’s out of a ride, loosin’ out on millions of dollars but here in da UWL…..we’re sayin’ dat it’s a okay to harm Angelo’s cousin Steph and to harm Jessica, a hard working UWL employee?”
Billy shakes his head.
NASCAR Billy "I don’t get it but know dis Cory. Angelo Valour gave me my big break in dis sport after I spend a year in England training with Rayne and Mad Cyril. Ima sure you remember hearin’ da name Rayne. She had more wins den anyone in dis ESW you and Angelo and Gerard Angelo were talkin’ ‘bout couple of weeks back. Angelo gave me a break and hired me in his CanX Pro and from der I landed here and without Angelo givin’ me a break in da biz, den none of dis would have happened. I wouldn’t have 27 wins da UWL. I wouldn’t be a 2 time tag team champion and I wouldn’t be kickin’ your ass dis week fer what ya did to Angie’s cousin! You’re gunna pay fer dat! Ima gunna make ya pay fer dat! I at least owe Angelo dat!”
The Jackman drags his jack over towards Billy and he pushes the jack in front of him and pumps the handle a couple of time to raise the saddle of jack up and sitting on the saddle is a mason jar full of shine. Billy smirks.
Timmy “So...in a round about way you get to help out Angelo Valour because he helped you out one day?”
NASCAR Billy "Yeah.”
Billy picks up the jar of shine and unscrews the top.
NASCAR Billy "I should change your name to Shine assistant. I could use a splash of Shine ‘bout right now.”
The Jackman nods and lowers the jack.
Timmy “One last thing Billy. I don’t know if you have seen this but there is a picture of this dress. See right here.”
We don’t see it but Timmy holds up his Iphone towards Billy and it has the white and gold (That is what I see anyways) dress on it.
NASCAR Billy "Yeah?”
Timmy “It’s being debated what color it is. What color’s do you see?”
NASCAR Billy "Is dat Frank’s dress? Cuz it’ll be red with Cory’s blood when I beat him to a bloody pulp!”
Billy takes a sip of his shine as Timmy lowers the camera and the scene fades out.
