Post by Steve Sinclair on Jul 9, 2015 23:10:18 GMT
The waiting game…...
Inside a typical race shop, well maybe not typical as this shop has a decent workout area in it off to the side, but this shop is home to a dirt racing team, a big money team with high dollar stuff. The big multi car hauler, the main car, the back up car, the big block car and the small block car and all four of them are sitting in the race shop set up like they have been put on display. That would be because they have been set up that way.
This shop also has a hang out area and in this part of the shop is a bar. It’s a gear’s head bar, made from old car parts, fenders and hoods and what have you. Sitting at the bar is a big old boy. A big boy if you will. Not only does he fill up the bar, he kinda fills up the whole area. Even though he is sitting down you can see he is all of seven foot tall and around the 400 pound mark. A big boy indeed. He is sitting at the bar, over his shoulder we see the race cars, the hauler to haul them around. He is in his late 40’s, thinning hair. He is swirling his drink, Scotch on the rocks around in his glass and is tapping his index finger on the metal bar top.
”I admit, that when I got my guys, my clients and I know that term is kind of overdone these days but let’s just call it how it is. They hired me to be their representative in this sport, to get them contracts, to get the big money matches, to get them the title matches so when I say my clients, that in truth is what they are besides some of my closest friends. But when I got my clients signed to the WXW with the single purpose of hunting down and capturing the WXW World Tag Team Titles…..you know I thought we would…..”
He pauses and taps his finger a couple of more times on the bar top. He takes a sip of his drink and smirks.
”My name is Nanook and if you were around in the late 90’s and remember hearing my name, then congrats I guess because in all honesty I wasn’t what you would say, championship material inside the squared circle but, in this sport you can sometimes have a second or third act and my third act is representing the best tag team in all of wrestling! It’s not a claim I make lightly or to boast about my guys. It is a claim backed by facts. Fact that they are former tag team champions from a little promotion you can see on Showtime now every Saturday night that is based out of Knoxville. It was in this said federation that my guys, DJR, undefeated in singles match and his tag team partner Spotter captured the hearts and imagination of the fans, got them to cheer for them and follow them to the edge of the world. In a very short time folks, This group collectively called Racin’ Tyme because one if not thee hottest tag team the company has ever seen! And that is saying a lot coming from a place that has been around for 9 years. Now I know what you might be thinking. Racin’ Tyme? What kind of name is that? Do they think this racing or what? Have they been dropped on their heads when they were kids?”
Walking up next to Nanook is one of the members of Racin’ Tyme, in his white driver’s suit, white gloves and helmet. He crosses his arms.
Nanook “I can tell you that at least one member of Racin’ Tyme does actually indeed when he’s not beating people senseless inside the ring does race in his spare time, races a big block Dirt Modified in fact, number 88 and that guy would be, who else DJR."
DJR are, who is standing behind Nanook points at the camera.
Nanook ”DJR. Tell the folks at home watching this how many times you have held tag team titles.”
DJR "In my short career Nanook? Why twice. Twice with 3 different partners. Why 3? Because just like Dale Earnhardt, the number 3 is just freakin’ awesome! And because I adapt to the situation I am in, I adapt and excel. When it comes to tag team wrasslin’, no one and I mean no one can stop me. I am a tag team wrasslin’ machine! Much how I am a race car drivin’ fool. No one can stop me…..no one can beat me.”
Nanook “Did you hear that kids? A tag team wrestling machine! Noble and Evans, you two better take note because this isn’t some fly by night just thrown together joke of a team that you have been used to around here. This is a well polished team.”
DJR “Shiney like a chrome bumper.”
Making his appearance up on the top of the car hauler is Spotter. He too crosses his arms.
Spotter ”And we won’t be afraid to use them either.”
DJR “Come up from behind, tap you once.”
Spotter “That is just a warning.”
DJR “Move out of the way.”
Spotter “Or we will force you out of the way.”
DJR “Head on into the wall at 200 miles per hours.”
Spotter “And if you aren’t wearing your HANS device.”
DJR “Then we won’t be sorry for what happens to you because we are here for one thing.”
Spotter “And one thing only.”
DJR “We’re not here to make friends.”
Spotter “This isn’t a social visit. We’re not here for cock...tails.”
DJR “Just here for the glory.”
Spotter “The money.”
DJR “And those straps.”
Spotter “The 40 pounds of gold that read.”
DJR “W”
Spotter “X”
DJR “W”
Spotter “World”
DJR “Tag”
Spotter “Team”
DJR and Spotter ”Championship.”
DJR “We won’t be afraid to get dirty.”
Spotter “Double team you.”
DJR “Or dump you on your head. Racin’ Tyme.”
Spotter “Is here.”
DJR “And you better take note.”
Spotter “Better call your mama.”
DJR “Make out your last will and testament.”
Spotter “And consider yourself warned.”
DJR “Because if you ain’t first….”
DJR and Spotter ”Den you all just suck.”
DJR “Which is real convenient.”
Spotter “Cuz from where Ima standin’”
DJR “The competition.”
Spotter “If that is what you call this sad group.”
DJR “Is real weak.”
Spotter “A bunch of lugnutters.”
DJR shakes his head in disgust.
DJR ”Man I hate Lugnutters”
Spotter “I hear ya DJR. Nothing but a bunch of old worn out crimey lugnutters.”
DJR “Do you know what I hate more than lugnutters Spot?”
Spotter “What’s that DJR?”
DJR “Loosin’ and I ain’t plannin’ on doin’ any of dat cuz Ima no lugnutter.”
Spotter “Nope. In fact we’re.”
DJR and Spotter ”SPARKPLUGGERS!”
Spotter “Because we’re going to light your world up.”
DJR “And show you why we are the future tag team champions.”
Spotter “When it’s all said and done.”
DJR “When we have the gold, beaten all of you.”
Spotter “We will be the sparkle in your eyes.”
DJR “We will be the champions.”
Spotter “You will love us. I promise you that.”
DJR “We won’t have it any other way.”
Spotter “Because it’s tyme.”
DJR “What was dat Spot?”
Spotter “Time….our time…..It’s”
DJR and Spotter ”RACIN’ TYME!!!!
DJR and Spotter cross their arms and strike a pose, like they were leaning up against each other if they were standing side by side. Nanook raises his glass.
Nanook ”Members of the WXW. Booking crew. The powers that be, whatever title you wish to be called. I urge you, to please…..please book this team into a match now. It is time to show the world just what this duo can….”
Nanook takes a sip of his drink.
Nanook ”and will do to your roster. It’s time to light the candles, smoke the tires and let the complete devastation of your tag team division begin. The meter is running. It’s time to drop a deuce or get off the pot if you know what I mean.”
Fade out.