Post by Steve Sinclair on Sept 27, 2015 22:05:43 GMT
The door to the RV swings open and stepping out in wrangler blue jeans and holding a mason jar in his hand is HillBilly Sutton. He slowly steps down off of the bottom step and takes a couple of steps towards a picnic table and sets his mason jar down. Billy takes a deep breath and glances up fer a split second and holds his hands up and slowly starts to clap.
“Rejoice UWL. It’s okay to stand up and take a deep breath and let it out and smile.”
Billy is still clapping, slowly, almost a mocking clap really.
“The chosen one Craig Williams defeated the Southern’s favorite Shiner. He beat the dirty and nasty HillBilly Sutton and now everything is ay okay. He kept his momentum going and now he is a shoe in to defeat Caleb Hart this week for that Triple Crown. Everyone is so happy…..”
Frowns
“So happy everyone is.”
Billy picks up his mason jar and takes a swig of his shine.
“It was a moment that brought a tear to everyone’s eyes. The underdog, the new comer. The man who has everyone’s hopes and dreams in the palm of his hands…...he was able to get the victory yesterday and keep the ball rolling.”
Another sip.
“No really. I’m so glad I could do my part. I’m so glad that I could help the cause. I’m so glad to be the doormat to the Triple Crown Title. Yup…..I’m overcome with glee. My f*cking heart bleeds for you Craig! It really does…..”
Billy laughs and takes another sip. He looks off to his left for a second.
“F*cking Haley was found. F*cking Haley was rescued. She was f*cking kidnapped and held against her will for a month, no one could find her and someone in that locker room did this to her! To Cory! One of you dirty f*cks pulled the trigger on this to get at Cory, to get him distracted in hopes of getting that belt off of him. I f*cking know this. They say. Who ever they are, say that Evan Caravelle did this.”
Billy takes another sip. He glances at the camera with a look of disgust on his face. He might be slightly drunk today……
“The fact that Evan Caravelle is biggest scumbag on the earth and he is allowed to walk around the locker room and the fact that no one cares…..f*cking disgusts me and Ima gunna do something about it. Damn right! That Motherf*cker had Haley kidnapped and no one bats an eye! No one is as outraged as I am…..THAT IS OKAY!!!!”
Billy scratches the top of his head and runs his hand through his hair.
“Just as long as Craig Williams won. That is all that matters because god forbid anything happen to the master plan of someone in this f*cking place defeating Caleb Hart. You know what? Just to piss off each and every single one of you douchebags. I’m hoping Caleb tears Craig Williams apart! I’m hoping Craig Williams gets blown out of the water. It’ll serve you guys right. One of our own’s….Our TV champion had his girl kidnapped and other than Sunday Night Heat, No one offered to help him out. Someone knows something.”
“Like I told ya Cory. I’ve got your back and you know what…..I’m in a foul mood. I’ve had enough. I’ve tried to play nice. I’ve tried to play by the books. I’ve tried to keep this image that the UWL wants me to keep…..f*ck dat shit! You know. I don’t care if people buy my shirts. I don’t care if they chant my name. I’m done going out there playing this role you want me to play.”
Another sip of shine. Wipes his mouth and beard with the back of his hand.
“Who I gots dis week? Duncan Renshaw? You know what…”
Billy sets his mason jar on the table and takes a step forward. It’s about right now as he struggles to takes a step we see just how drunk he is.
He latches onto the camera and pulls it away from the camera man and holds it up to his face.
“DUNCAN! DIS IS YOUR LUCKY WEEK BUDDY! DIS IS DA WEEK DAT I OFFICIALLY STOP GIVING A F*CK. AS FAR AS IMA CONCERNED!!! YOU KIDNAPPED HALEY AND IMA GUNNA BACK YOU PAY!!! I WILL BEAT YOU SO BAD DAT YOU WILL COP TO IT AND WHEN YOU DO…..Man….a world of pain awaits you. Like that old bastard stumbling around in the back, his knees clicking and sh*t, Arch! Yeah, that guy. He never has a match but yet der he is, taking up space and air time, time that could have gone into finding Haley sooner. You know what?”
Pauses to take a sip of Shine.
“Who’s to say that you aren’t behind dis Arch. Yeah maybe you an’ dis Duncan feller are in cahoots together. You sick bastards. I’ll beat ya both down! I’ll…..Ima gunna do to you Duncan what I should have done to Craig. Beat ya down, busted ya open, left ya broken in the ring. Dat is what is coming fer ya dis week Renshaw. One pissed off redneck. A HillBilly who is mad as hell and is looking to beats someone’s ass. Straight up. Dis week, it ain’t going to be a match of skills.”
Another sip.
“It’ll be a match of fists.”
Another sip.
“And I promise ya….mine will hurt more den yours. I promise you.”
Another sip.
“For Haley!”
Billy drops the camera.
Cut to black.