Post by Steve Sinclair on Oct 20, 2015 21:50:18 GMT
Billy pulls back the old wooden office chair in his office and takes a seat. He leans back, the chair making all sorts of noise as he takes his CAT work boots and places them up on the desk and crosses his feet. He sets his phone on his lap and has Cory Chevelle’s latest promo queued up as he begins to listen to Eminem’s Kings never die. Not one for rap unless it’s about muddin, country chicks, big tires and drinking shine, Billy isn’t one to really listen to it. As the song plays he reaches in his front pocket of his Hanes tagless pocket tee and pulls out his can of chew. He taps on the top of the can a few times and pinches off the lid. He pinches himself some chew and stuffs his bottom lip with it. He rubs his fingers together and snaps the lid on his chew can back on. He tosses it up on the desk and continues listening to the song. He closes his eyes and folds his hands across his stomach.
4 minutes and 57 seconds later. He was fast asleep.
“Oh look. Mister puffy chest. Yes. Dat is you.”
Inside a old run down gym, Billy is sitting on the mat of this practice ring that has seen better days. He is sitting in the corner of the ring ala Raven.
“Thump. thump. Beat your chest you will. Brag you will. I defeated Billy you will say.”
Billy has his head lowered and is stroking his long beard.
“Another notch on your belt? Another show and tell in the future. Gather round kiddies! Allow Uncle Caleb tell you the time I faced Billy and defeated him!”
Billy sighs.
“I would roll my eyes. But you know something. We know. We know. You are King. You are best in the world. Just go on, keep on playing that card. You know, when you beat a dog enough times, when you rub his nose in it enough. They either duck tail and cower and run away.”
Billy slowly raises his head and looks up at the skies. He smirks.
“Or they get fed up and bite ya back. They just tear ya shit up you know. Every dog has his day and last Saturday night, the Doberman was king. Someday. That dirty smelly alley mutt with mange….who has fought and clawed for everything he has, he’ll have his day in the light, when he takes you by the jugular and just won’t let go till your last breath has past through your lips.”
Billy looks around the gym, up at the ceiling.
“And when that happens. Tweet tweet hello twitter friends. You will never believe what happened today.”
Billy laughs and laughs. He tugs on his beard and laughs…….
“Son of a bitch! MOTHER!!!!”
Billy sits up in the chair and is looking down at the floor in complete disgust. While napping he dropped his phone and now it’s all busted up. Talk about a bad day.
“Damn it!”
Billy leans over in the chair and picks up his phone. The screen is shattered. The case has popped open on him and he can see the internals.
“Fuck! This sucks.”
Billy tosses the phone up on the desk and grabs his Pepsi spit bottle. He unscrews the top and spits in it. (hmmm yummy.)
“Yeah so. Last week. Oh I’m sure old Caleb will step out sometime this week and stand in front of a camera somewhere and say, Told ya Billy and he’ll look and sound just like Josh Eagles after that trip to Japan, like an arrogant little prick like everything in the world is right because he defeated the big bad Billy. You can soak up the glory of that match Caleb. Next time, and there will be a next time. The outcome, will be different.”
Billy stands up still miffed about his phone. He picks it up to see if it could be fixed. Not.
“Speaking of arrogant douchebags.”
Billy tosses his phone back on the desk.
“The long await rematch is finally going to happen. Evan Caravelle vs HillBilly Stutton round two will soon happen on tv screens across america live on Showtime! The man who has defeated Caleb Hart facing off against the Millionaire Shiner, the best the south has to offer and the guy who is going to send Arch Stanton off into retirement if he doesn’t shut his trap once and for all, yours truely and there aren’t many matches up in the UWL that I can’t wait to happen and this is one of em and don’t let that last statement, make it sound like I dread facing anyone here in da UWL. Ima always up fer a fight. Ima always ready to throw down, any day, any place against any one.”
Billy points towards the camera.
“But dis here match dis week. Yeah. It has been in da back of mind ever since we squared off against each other. You got away with a win dat night. Chalk it up to a learnin’ experience, what have ya but when that match was over with, I felt like if I had just five more minutes, that match, that win, would be mine. Here we are.”
Billy pauses to unscrew his spit bottle and spit in it.
“A little over a year later. 51 matches later, Here we go, set to face off again and this time Ima not dis green fresh faced kid from the county fair being fed to the wolves. I don’t have Joe in my corner. I’m not wearin’ those UWL tag Team titles and I haven’t won the Coronation Cup either. I was as green as green could get. But.”
Billy slowly shakes his head.
“How times have changed. You can say alot about me, you can knock me down but I always get back up. I always put up one hell of a fight and everyone that has ever stepped in the ring with me, when it’s all said and done, I knocked a few years off of em. I’ve been waiting fer this match to happen again Evan and now dat it’s here. Justice will be served. Revenge will be mine. I will get my redemption and the victory over you that I felt I should have had all those months ago. Dis time. You’re going down. I hope your ready cuz you’re gunna be in fer one hell of a fight. A beating that only a HillBilly can deliver.”
Billy spits in his bottle one last time.
“Den we’ll be even.”
Fade out.