Post by Steve Sinclair on Oct 12, 2015 22:09:32 GMT
“911. What is your emergency?”
“Yeah, 911?”
“This is 911. Do you have an emergency?”
“I do. I’d like to report an assault.”
“A assault? Are you being assaulted sir?”
“Nope. But I will be assaulting someone.”
“You….are going to assault someone?”
“Oh yeah. Big time.”
“May I ask who you will be assaulting?”
“Caleb Hart.”
“Caleb Hart?”
“Match of the decade is going down Saturday night. I just want to give you guys a heads up so you can have the EMTS there so you can pick up his carcass after I get done kicking his ass all over the place.”
“Sir….911 is for emergency only. Not for your wrestling nonsense. Please don’t waste our time with this stuff.”
“Okay fine. Whatever. But if he dies it’s on you.”
“When is this fight sir?”
“Saturday night. Nashville.”
“I will let the authorities know.”
“Caleb thanks you.”
“Yeah, 911?”
“This is 911. Do you have an emergency?”
“I do. I’d like to report an assault.”
“A assault? Are you being assaulted sir?”
“Nope. But I will be assaulting someone.”
“You….are going to assault someone?”
“Oh yeah. Big time.”
“May I ask who you will be assaulting?”
“Caleb Hart.”
“Caleb Hart?”
“Match of the decade is going down Saturday night. I just want to give you guys a heads up so you can have the EMTS there so you can pick up his carcass after I get done kicking his ass all over the place.”
“Sir….911 is for emergency only. Not for your wrestling nonsense. Please don’t waste our time with this stuff.”
“Okay fine. Whatever. But if he dies it’s on you.”
“When is this fight sir?”
“Saturday night. Nashville.”
“I will let the authorities know.”
“Caleb thanks you.”
Backstage at Nightmare a little while after the show and in the locker room is one HillBilly Sutton standing in front of his locker, his back to Timmy and the camera. Billy slowly removes his shirt and runs his hand through his hair brushing it back.
“It was worth it. Oh my empty mason jar it was so worth it. The look of surprise on that old bastards face. Then when Cory….”
Billy slaps his hands together.
“Speared you Arch right out of your boots. DAT! Was priceless. I don’t care if that referee threw me out of the match or not, just knocking you down a couple of pegs Arch….was more than worth it. And then after that….when mister Caleb fell to defeat to Cory was the cherry on top of the cake. It’s been awhile since we seen the mighty Caleb not declared the winner and those shockwaves rippled through the universe. Yeah sure. That Triple Crown wasn’t on the line and at the end of the day it’s not the thee loss that everyone has been working and waiting for since Monster Max pinned the mighty Caleb in center of the ring, but a loss is a loss just like how a win is a win. In the record books it will read Caleb Hart, lost. HillBilly Sutton, victor.”
Billy slowly turns and faces Timmy with the camera.
“At the end of the night Caleb. I saw the Captain who lead his team to victory and that Captain calls himself the Silverback.”
Billy winks into the camera.
“And he’s the guy who will take those belts away from you in 5 weeks. The road to Ten Year begins this weekend and that road to when you have those belts stripped from ya Caleb begins with the one guy who has waited, who has asked for, begged for and wanted this match more than anyone else in the UWL ever since the tour of Japan! The UWL has finally answered me and this week, you and I….”
Billy motions to the camera with his index finger and then at himself. He is looking straight ahead towards the camera.
“Will finally meet in that ring one on one. The stars, moon and the sun have aligned and the time couldn’t be any better. It’s like someone in the UWL had this planned all along. They knew you would meet your end at Ten year and to start you out with the feeling of how it will feel to finally lose those belts you have been carrying around, They have made this match happen and I….”
Billy closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He slowly tilts his head back.
“Couldn’t be happier. Momma told me as a kid that good things happen to those wait and work hard and this year, no one has worked harder than me in the UWL! I had to fight for my contract. I fought for and carried the tag division. For weeks I demanded a match against you and each and every single time I was leaped frog, I was just ignored and ignored! It ate at me. While deadbeats like Chris Nichols, Lt. Blowers and Evan Caravelle got shot after shot at you and that belt, it drove me nuts. It….drove me insane. It brought out this side of me…..this side that…...you know lead to a couple of setbacks, I’ve been suspended from the UWL and here I am, fixin to send Arch Stanton off into a permanent retirement and now I will get this match. The match you have been ducking Caleb. The match you quietly hoped wouldn’t happen.”
Billy nods
“And here we are. It’s about to go down. The WORLD CALEB…...THE WORLD will see everything I have been saying for the past six, seven months finally come to fruition. In the city of Nashville, I, HillBilly Sutton will show everyone in the locker room how to defeat you and the world will see that I’m not just this crazy Shine making redneck, but infact a prophet!”
Billy holds his arms outwards.
“Look at the tweets. Look at the text messages. Millions and millions of people tweeting. Texting. I see them. Just waiting to be delivered. Just waiting in the wings to break the internet. Much joy will come to many. Much shock will come to those nonbeliever but it will happen Caleb. You will taste defeat this week. Yes. Your back on the mat, looking up at the light you will be and then the little blue birds begin to fly with messages of disbelief. Their minds will be blown! Everyone’s except for mine. You see this is why I am here Caleb. Just to beat you.”
Billy tilts his head down.
“You laugh. You snicker. You badmouth me behind my back. You shake your head in disbelief. I don’t care. You think you are untouchable and tell us as much week in and week out. You are the record that never skips. The CD that doesn’t miss a beat and the download that never times out. You remind us as such in any given moment. You claim to be the best.”
Billy shrugs.
“And your claim has truth behind it but I’m not here to discredit what you have accomplished. What you have achieved. If you will recall Caleb, I am one of the few who actually stood up for you against words of ill slung your way. I am the one who told Chris Nichols. You will fail. I am the one who told Lt. Blowers, you will fail. I am the one who told Evan Caravelle. You will fail. I am the one who told Shawn Sanders and Craig Williams. You two will fail and I am the one who reminded Craig Williams just two weeks ago. You will fail once again. To say that I haven’t been in your corner is a straight up lie. I might not agree with everything you stand for but being a person who wishes you to lose in each and every single one of those title defenses, hasn’t been me. All I have wanted. All I ever wanted, is my shot, my shot at Caleb Hart and now it’s here.”
Billy closes his eyes again.
“So step forth Caleb. Tell me how you are the best. The best in professional wrestling today and tomorrow and how everything I will ever do in my career will never come close to this historic run of yours. I can see the words spill from your lips. You have only just begun to say so last week to me, but you held back. You kept those words everyone who gets to face you hear close to your heart last week but this week…..yes this week. Let them rip Caleb. Get them off your chest! I welcome them. And when you speak Caleb….”
Billy opens his eyes and reaches down in front of him. On the bench in front of him is a jar of his Shine. Billy raises it.
“I will toast you. I will cherish the same old song and dance you preach week in and week out. Just remember Caleb. Every dog as it day.”
Timmy pans in on Billy.
“And this dog. His day is coming this Saturday.”
Billy takes a sip of Shine.
Fade out.