#45 Kyle Petty

Back in Knoxville, at the race shop. Billy is backing up his old beat up, rusted out, ‘85 chevy pick up to his camper in back of the race shop for today is moving day! The week of his final block match in the cup tournament and Jessica talked him into the raised ranch for rent and he has feeling that she also agreed to buy it a year from now. Which if truth be told, Billy could care less about that. If that is what makes Jessica Burton happy then so be it. So while Jessica is packing up all of her stuff in her apartment, Billy is doing the same by backing the truck up to his camper.


As he climbs down out of his beater truck he walks around the front of it, his hand gliding over the sun beaten hood and picks up a lawn chair, folds it and tosses it back of the truck.


"Well. I’m all done packing.” Billy says as he laughs. But it’s true. All he has to do is drop the tongue of the camper on the hitch and pick up one more lawn chair and he’s done. The joys of living in a camper. So as Billy is slowly dropping the camper on the ball, he takes his hat off and sets it on the edge of the bed of his truck and we get a real good look at what kind of hat he was wearing today and for once it isn’t some random Dale JR hat for today he was rocking a 2015 NCAA National Championship Duke hat.


"I just got dat at Walmarts. You know what else I found at Walmarts? Dis.” Billy reaches into the bed of the truck and pulls out a 2010 NCAA National Championship Duke hat. "Dat was on clearance. But a quick search on google and I knew I had to buy it if for any reason but to make a statement.”


Billy turns away from the trailer hitch and is looking at the camera. When he arrived he seemed to be his old self. His old fun loving, Shine sipping, redneck self. The Billy that made him ultra popular with the fans, sold a 18 wheeler full of merch and padded his bank account to the point where if he wanted to buy that house, which isn’t this McMansion but a run of the mill 3 bedroom raised ranch with a 3 car garage house, he could buy it outright without any help from a bank. It would drain his account but if that is what would make Jessica happy……. But now, like flipping a light switch Billy is darker, focused. The Billy we have seen in the past couple of weeks.


"I had to stop and hit up google der Kris to get what you were sayin’ as I don’t follow college basketball. Hell I don’t even follow any sport but Motorsports. Da keyword der Kris is da word Motor. You can stand der and make yerself look like an ass all you want ‘bout how you think Nascar isn’t a real sport and all fer I could care less what you think about Nascar. Dey call golf a sport and der isn’t a damn thing in dat sport that would make you sweat. Hit da ball, chase da ball, put da ball in a hole in the ground. Some…”sport” dat is. If you think Ima Duke and you’re some place called Baylor…” Billy shrugs. Until today he has never heard of Baylor. "Den by all means go ahead and call me Duke because just like John Wayne, Ima ‘bout to kick your ass dis week and der isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”


Billy reaches in his front pocket on his flannel shirt and pulls out a piece of paper.


"So I had to look dis up too but let’s see how old Baylor did dis year in dat March Madness thing everyone creams der pants over. I, myself would rather get my rocks off to Jessica but if you like to get hot and bothered by guys in shorts with a bulldog on der shirts….” Billy looks up after looking at his stat sheet. "I teamed up with Joey and he likes guys, so if you’re into dat maybe you should go talk to him. Baylor dis year….Lost to Notre Dame….who ever da hell dey are in da second round while Duke….which is me because you yourself said you are Baylor, ended up winning da championship fer a fifth time.”


Billy holds his hand out and look confused. He glances up from his stat sheet.


"Ima sorry. Am I missing something here? Can someone explain to me how dis school dat won der 5th title are scumbags? How is dat a knock on me? You know Kris, I saw dis here hat.” Billy taps the 2010 championship hat. "So I looked up dat game. Imagine my surprise when I saw who Duke beat in the finals?”


Billy raises an eyebrow.


"Baylor. So based on your analogy, when Duke and Baylor go head to head, Duke wins.”


Billy crumbles up his stat sheet and tosses it over his shoulder. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, scratches his head.


"Jesus….forgive me fer what Ima about to do but I can’t work with the mentally handicapped no more.” Billy says under his breathe. "You need to stop Kris. You need to go back to where ever you came from. You’re an idiot. Odyssey is an idiot. You don’t see me braggin’ ‘bout my win over him. Ashley didn’t fake an injury because she was afraid to face you. She claimed she had an injury because I broke her fuckin’ ankle. You ain’t ever, not now, not tomorrow, not next week, not a year from now, ever gunna face Caleb Hart fer dat Triple Crown title. Hell if you even get a shot at dat title, just consider dat your birthday from here on out cuz dat is a gift from Jay Jefferson. Ima tired of des guys in dis here tournament sayin’ how dey are gunna win….when der not. Blowers will do what he does best, come up short in big matches and blame everyone else but his piss poor skills. Angelo Valour is old and will get winded by da time da main event rolls around. Besides he’s too busy chasing da dead tag titles. Shadows will be too busy keepin’ those titles away from Joey and Angelo and Hardcore Comley, I don’t know what dat guy’s deal is but next week, when da lights are bright and all eyes are him, he will shrink under da spotlight. Der is only one guy who has been bred fer dis. Der is no one else in dis here tournament dat knows how to win a cup……”


Billy pauses for a second. He nods his head and slowly opens his eyes.


"Yeah. You heard me. Ya’ll heard me. Stop the Billy bashin’. Stop overlookin’ me. No one…...no one who has a shot at winnin’ da cup dis year already has one in his trophey case at home. I’m not Kris Slade who pulled a Baylor and Baylor’d it 2012. Like Duke…..and all of it’s wins. I rose to da top and captured da Tag Team Cup last year. I know what it takes to bring home the gold. I know what it takes to reach up and take dat cup home fer myself. If it will all help ya sleep better at night, just start callin’ me Christian Laettner and keep on hatin’ me! I don’t care! Dat freakin’ cup is MINE! Ima takin’ it home! And der isn’t a single thing anyone of you can to stop me!”


Billy picks up his new Duke hat and slides it on his head, after he brushes his hair back first to keep it out of his eyes.


"Ya’ll will learn...I swear to god ya’ll will learn”


Billy tilts his head back a tad.


"And by da time you do….it’ll be too late.”


Billy takes a deep breath.


"Kris Slade….take joy in da fact dat you lasted longer den Baylor did dis year but your run to da championship…..is comin’ to an end kid. I will do more den just score a win over you. Ima ‘bout to add you to my list of guys and gals I threw on da scrap heap and two weeks from now, everyone will go Who? When dey are asked about one Kris Slade.”


BIlly slaps the tailgate on the truck and starts to laugh as we fade to black.