Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 26, 2015 15:03:05 GMT
Everyone….distracted?
"Looks like everyone came out to play…..after they buttoned up other stuff first…”
Billy is sitting in front of his camper in his backyard of the new house he is renting with Jessica. Or maybe they bought it, he doesn’t know and doesn’t care either. Old habits are hard to kill and Billy has a small camp fire going as he is sitting on a stump in front of his camper.
"I’m da devil…...I’m on a airplane…….Ima a machinist boltin’ name plates on title belts.” Billy snickers. "I’m undefeated…….I’m retired and didn’t tell who ever in my family. YOU better defeat Joe Jones Cousin…..” Billy says as he gazes into the fire. He reaches in his shirt pocket and pulls out his can of chew.
"I’M GOING TO REMAIN UNDEFEATED! I need to pick out my health care benefits that the union got fer me in my retirement……” As Billy smacks the top of his chew can, he laughs. "And my favorite. Papa don’t preach! Behold! And fear my Grandfather! The all mighty Papa Shadows!”
Billy pops open the can and takes a pinch out.
"And I am sneared at. I am mocked. I am discredited for telling the truth! All of my opponents, Blowers, and Comely or Shadows are all distracted! I point this out!” Billy stuffs his bottom lip. "And it is I who is talking nonsense! Tell me something. Do you see me in my garage in front of a drill press drilling out the four little screws out of a title belt to make my cousin feel apart of the family? Do you see me boltin’ a nameplate on a belt and givin’ it to my cousin and tell in’ him he needs to defeat his opponent this weekend or else? And do you see anyone else speakin’ fer me? Huh? What was dat? No? No you don’t! You don’t see Nanook around here. Der is no Jackman in the background…..just me…..and my thoughts, waitin’ fer Saturday night so I can pick up Blowers, drive him into da mat and send him packin’ so he climb on board of another airplane, listen to his better half bitchin’ up a storm about da door not being open…...I sell a lot of merch. King of Merch they are starting to call me. You don’t see me with my own private airplane and polit. Tell me? How does a retired police office afford such luxury?”
Billy spits into the fire.
"Makes you wonder if he was crooked. How many payoffs did he get over da years you know. Ain’t no way a cop who moonlighted as a pro wrestler can afford all of dat. John Cena finds dat hard to believe.”
Billy lowers his head a tad as he contuines his gaze into the fire.
"Do you know what I have heard is da hardest thing to do in sports? And I’ll have to take der word fer it as I don’t watch too many other sports not named Nascar. Da sweep. Like Kyle Busch runnin’ da Camping World, Nationwide and Sprint cup series on one weekend, der has been times he was able to win da truck race, da Nationwide race and all eyes were on him too see if he could finish da sweep and pick up the Cup win and win all three races in a weekend and more times not.”
Billy spits into the fire again.
"He comes short. I hear da basketball playoffs are going on and can da Cavs sweep da Celtics? It’s hard to do! What about da hockey playoffs? So far da Ducks swept da Jets…..and it was hard to do. Dis is our third meeting Blowers. Will you be able to sweep me when it counts? Can you win all three of our matches? We already know how you are in big money matches…...if it helps you out.”
Billy shrugs and looks away from the fire and up at the camera.
"You can have my next merch check if you want. Next time you’re flying around pretending to be a poor man’s Ric Flair, you can thank me. You might want to face Caleb Hart…..that might be your goal, to face Caleb Hart one on one…..but you had dat match, and you allowed Nichols back in da match. And even if you do get a match against Hart….let’s just say you beat me, you run da table, something dat Shadows can’t do clearly, and you win da cup and go on to face Hart next month.”
Billy spits into the fire again.
"It still won’t matter. You still won’t beat Hart. Wanna know why? I know why you won’t beat him. Caleb Hart isn’t out and about playing police officer. He isn’t dis wannabe FDA agent makin’ big busts and putting’ bad guys away. He is a pro wrassler. He isn’t living’ a second life. Der is no Caleb Hart, Hamburger flipper to da stars! Der is no Caleb Hart meter maid handin’ out parking’ tickets. And he isn’t wishing, begin’, dreaming of gettin’ match against one Brandon Bowers….sorry.” Billy clears his throat and spits again. "Blowers.”
Billy takes a deep breath and looks up at the night sky.
"Clearly…...Hardcore Comley doesn’t know who I am. I should embrace my dark side? Clearly he hasn’t been paying attention to me in dis here tournament. Do I look like a guy who is out der laughing? Do I look a guy who is out der hammin’ it up for the crowd? I embraced my dark side when I picked up Steve Sinclair….and pile drived him into the crete floor. I embraced my dark side when I took a chain dat was attached to my wrist and beat the ever lovin’ tar out Da Rodent and I embraced my darkness when I broke Ashley Williams ankle! Da old fun loving’ Nascar Billy WOULDN’T have done dos things!”
Billy spits again.
"If you get past Shadows…..which let’s be honest should be a easy task to you. Just tell em dat Joe is standing’ behind lookin’ to steal his tag title and he’ll be distracted fer da easy win. If you make it to Cup Finals…..Dat winning’ streak of yours, dat you seem to be awful proud of even though you don’t care about wins or losses, even though you don’t care about titles and tournament wins…..your little winning streak….will come to a and and it will come to an end from a guy who turned da corner a long time ago and has chosen to embrace his future! From someone who has seen da light and knows what his purpose is in da UWL! You will lose to da guy who has been hand picked from Jay himself to defeat the all mighty Caleb Hart! And if dat man who has been chosen to defeat who can not be defeated…..”
"Den surely he will defeat you too.”
Fade out.
