Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 21, 2015 14:02:34 GMT
Dis is it ya’ll
Since the UWL is in Knoxville for the week for once, Billy is at the race shop. Not to get ready for his next race and truth be told, he hasn’t even sat in his big block Dirt modified in weeks. But the shop is where the silence is. No media. No Jessica asking him a thousand questions. He doesn’t care what color you want to paint the bedroom, you rejected camo as a color…..
There is no Nanook who seemingly just wants to fill his ear with all sorts of advice and there is no more Kris Slade pissing and moaning in the background. No the race shop is a perfect place to start his hunt of the Coronation Cup this week.
Billy has his white El Camino pulled into the shop and truth be told, he hasn’t driven that in a couple of weeks either. He’s been putting miles on the old Hellcat, and a speeding ticket or two…..okay 4 of them as well. The tailgate on his El Camino is down and Billy is sitting on it cupping a mason jar in his hands. He is hunched over a tad and is looking down at the floor, his long black hair hangs in his face, hiding it from the 2-3 random lights on inside the race shop but for the most part, it’s dark inside the building.
"Told ya…..I told ya I would do it. But you wouldn’t shut up Kris. You just kept running your trap and now there you are, on da outside lookin’ in.” Deep breath and lets out a barely audible laugh. "Now I’m two wins…….two little wins away from arguably the biggest moment in my career. Or……” Billy takes a sip of his Shine. He’s running low on that too. He hasn’t made any this month and in fact he had to hire out two old timers to brew up a batch or two all week long to get some Shine ready for the show Saturday night. Can’t have a hometown show for the UWL and no Shine on hand.
"Dat is how most of ya would view winning the cup would be for you. But fer me…..it is just merely a stepping stone. A stepping stone and nothing more. If you think otherwise, den you are nothing more den a fool.” Billy says as he takes another sip. He is still looking down at the cold concrete in front of him as his feet dangle off the back of his El Camino. "Dis is a gateway…..a pathway…..da launching pad to my…….MY true destiny! On the other side of the rainbow is da biggest prize dat the UWL has to offer and it will be mine. Oh yes, make no bones about it, it will be mine. All MINE! Da Triple Crown…...Caleb Hart……..mine.”
Billy slowly raises his head and holds up two fingers with his right hand.
"Two wins away Caleb…..here I come. You sat there at ring side this whole month watching all of us, all 16 of us knocking each other out for the pure pleasure of facing you at Grand Voyage…….and you mocked. You poked fun at us and belittle us. Sitting in dat leather high back chair kicking back with a big smile on your face knowing dat who ever emerges as the Cup winner will have to face you. And der is not one worry on your face…..but der should be.” Billy lowers his head and his hair again hides his face.
"If I was you I too wouldn’t be sweating 3 of your could be opponents. I’ll give him da credit dat is due. Hardcore Comely has come out of no where. He has opened eyes in da UWL and maybe he can take his run in his weak ass block and turn it into something more den a Prestige title shot down da road. Maybe he can roll dat in a shot at Cory Chevelle and da TV title. Who knows maybe….just maybe he can keep da ball rolling and get himself a shot at dat Triple Crown title down da road…….when der is a new champion. When Caleb Hart is no longer da man on top of the mountain!” Billy runs his thumb along the side of his nose quick. "But he doesn’t know what it takes to actually get in dat ring twice on one night, with every eyeball looking down on you, da pressure of da world bearing down on you! Da cup sitting just outside of the ring by Barry Sharp with every spotlight shining on it making it blinding to even look at…..Hardcore Comley….you will melt in that world! You will come up...short my friend. Don’t kid yourself either. You think you know….”
Billy looks up and takes a sip of Shine.
"But you have no idea. Den der is Brandon Shadows. Maybe we will meet again my friend in da finals. Dis isn’t your first rodeo by any means but I can’t help by wonder…..are you truly focused on dis tournament? On da cup? You can stand der behind you grandfather and Durrigan and say you are. You can puff out your chest…...look up at the heavens above and swear to god himself! Dat all you are thinkin’ of is dat Cup and much like me, jump starting your solo career. But we all know dat is lie. A lie! How can your focus be on da cup when you have Team EMpire breathing down your neck? After this week dey will be all over you and you know dat. Dey have been playin’ nice because dey respect da cup and what it means to ones career and what comes with winning da cup…..but once the night is over with. Once one of us, hoists dat cup in da air and showed da world who had what it takes to dig deep and plow through everything to stand tall when it is all said and done……” Billy is looking up and is holding his jar of Shine above him.
"Team Empire will be der. Right behind you to pick up da scraps. To force your hand in those tag titles and you know dat is true! You know it will happen! You know it…..how can you focus on da cup when you sent your cousin out to get slaughtered? Can he! Or will he fail! Against Joe Jones? At best! Brandon. All dat match does is buy you time…..time from the inevitable in defending those tag belts.” Billy taps the side of his head. "Dat my friend isn’t on my mind. No random thoughts to distract me. Nothing to derail me.”
Billy takes another sip of Shine. He then holds the almost empty Mason Jar in front of him and he looks at it.
"Den der is Blowers. Blowers because he always blows da big one. He wants to get his hands on Caleb Hart one more time…...one more time…...don’t we all Blowers? You and Nichols…..da modern day Alan Christopher in how many times do you have to face Hart and lose before you get da hint…….dat you’re just not dat good enough. Da DUO who just wants one more shot at da Triple Crown Championship! Now you can almost taste it Blowers. What you always wanted. A match against Hart….one on one…..just you and him inside dat ring with da Triple Crown on da line! Dat is all you have talked about! Dat is all you have dreamed of!” Billy takes a deep breath.
"But you never talk about beating him. Just facing him…….” Billy takes another sip and sets the jar between his legs on the tailgate. He cracks his knuckles.
"And all dat stands in your way of makin’ dat happen is me…...Iknowwehave…..had our battles….just before Honor and Glory…...just before you saw Caleb hit the Fairytale ending on Nichols and ending da match…..and I know you must be thinkin’ dat you have dis here match against me all sewn up. It’s a shoe in you must be thinkin’ dat you will beat me and move onto the finals…..but you know something Blowers.”
Billy places his hands on the edge of the tailgate and looks down at the floor for a second.
"Der wasn’t anything on da line in either of those matches we have had in da past. Dis match, is fer da chips. Dis match is fer everything and da pressure has to be gettin’ to you like it is Comley. Maybe da mistakes you made a month ago are still rattling around your head. You had Nichols out of da match at Honor and Glory. He broke the contact rule…..he was out of da match…….It was set to be just you and Caleb….”
Billy raises his head.
"And you made a plea! You got down on your knees! You looked up at Jay and cried a river to allow him back in dat match! PLEASE JAY! PLEASE JAY! LET NICHOLS BACK IN DA MATCH!!!!! Don’t punishment him for being a rule breaker……”
Billy laughs.
"And now?” Billy laughs some more. "You want a singles match against Har? What was dat you said after da match Blowers? It was Nichols fault? Maybe my memory isn’t dat sharp but I remember you runnin’! At da mouth mere seconds after Caleb was gettin’ his hand raised in victory. Dat! Dat mistake has to be in your mind. WHAT IF? What if you didn’t beg like a pussy. Huh? Maybe…..just maybe you would be sitting at ringside cracking jokes and taken it easy fer a month instead of Caleb…...I doubt it. I swear...da outcome would have been da same. But whether it is winning da Triple Crown Championship or the 2015 Coronation Cup….you Blowers!”
Billy jumps down the tailgate and quickly spins around to the side of the bed on his El Camino and crouches down so that only his eyes are peering above the side rails.
"Dis is da only view you will get….da same view you will ever get! Looking over the mat of the ring from da outside for dat is where you will be when da finals to da Coronation Cup starts…..on da outside looking in. NO! Da only TRUE winner dis year!” Billy slowly stands up with both hands on the top of the side rails of the bed. "Is da one guy who has won a cup before. Da only one of da last 4 standing dat knows just what it takes to knuckle up and go for the cup in one night! I will become da second person in da history of the UWL to have won both da Tag Cup and the solo Cup. I will feel no pressure! I will not get burned by the spotlight! For I have been der before. And it is my right…..for I have been hand selected…..chosen by da gods themselves! To be da guy who not only faces Caleb Hart at Grand Voyage…….but defeats him and takes those belts he holds near and dear to his heart…….
Billy pauses and smirks.
"I have da clear mind. It’s not cluttered with da unknown, other issues and constantly looking over my shoulder, and it’s not being haunted by da mistakes from da past. It is one hundred percent….focused on da task at hand. And dat….is what will win da war.”
Billy laughs as he crouches back down the side of his car so only his eyes are peeking above the top of the bed as he laughs some more.
"Mine…...all mine….”
Fade out
