Post by Steve Sinclair on Nov 19, 2015 14:28:17 GMT
Still in Asheville NC….
In some alley way off of the beaten path……
With help from Nanook and a policer or two, Billy has finally found his beloved HellCat and…..
And…..
Nanook’s Caddy CTS is parked in the same alley where Billy’s Hellcat was left, left behind a chain link fence and a stack of pallets where the alley way opens up to a parking lot to a warehouse that has seen better days. The building has been tagged and is falling in on itself and sitting on blocks with it’s tires gone, the hood gone, the 700 horse Hemi and transmission gone. Doors gone, seats, gone. Stereo gone. They even took the rear end out of his Hellcat, the grill too. All that is left of Billy’s $70,000 Hellcat is a shell of the body and nothing else. Hell someone even ripped out the wiring harness and most likely some kids took bricks and crowbars/bats to the windows. Arch wasn’t lying when he said he left it in a bad part of town and that there wouldn’t be anything left of it.
Nanook is leaning up against his CST using his phone while Billy is standing in front of his pride and joy, his face a shade of red a tad brighter than his shirt.
“You son of a bitch…..you will pay for this. This saturday night Arch…..I will get payment for this…...when I drain every last drop of blood from your carcass.”
Billy places his hands on the top of the grill that used to be there and looks down into the empty engine bay.
"Every since you returned Arch, you walked around actin’ like everyone was so glad to see you then you got a chapped ass because I didn’t shake your hands, despite what you say this is about a freaking handshake. You know, I sat back later and thought to myself. Self! Who is Arch Stanton besides a old broken down wanna be fourth member of ZZ Top? And you know I thought about that for a week. Yeah we know what you say about yourself Arch. A rough and tumble old timer from Texas who bashes his knuckles upsides people’s skulls. Twenty five years in the biz, blowing his knees out, tearing his shoulder up, destroy his elbows, carpal tunnel suffering hunchback whose spine isn’t straight anymore. A guy who’s bumps and bruises have bumps and bruises. A guy with chipped teeth and sore gums who’s scar tissue have scars on top of scars. A guy who has given everything to this sport, to his fans for his whole life just to gain their respect….”
Billy turns around and leans up against his HellCat and crosses his arms.
"That’s all he wants. That’s all he fights for. Respect. Nothing else matter to him and if you don’t respect him then he will come after you and make you respect him. And why? Huh Arch? Why? Does it really matter that I don’t buy into your kool aid? Does it bother you that much Arch that I’m the one guy in the locker room who sees right through? It must really grate you.”
Billy pushes himself off of his ride and slowly walks to the rear of the cars.
"For the record future alzheimer patient of Anholt Texas, The UWL can have a doctor show up at my doorstep every damn day and have me piss in a cup and test it. I’ll pass it with flying colors and I wouldn’t have to show them my prescriptions after words when yours come back dirty. Of all of the things we said and did to each other over a stupid handshake, I didn’t think you would stoop as low to say that I’m a stoner in a basement puffing away. But then again….”
Billy reaches in the trunk and removes a panel that was built into the side of the trunk and removes a bottle of shine.
"That just showed everyone what your true character is. A bitter old man who spreads rumors and sh*t with no proof. You’re just jealous Arch. That is the truth right der fella. Jealous. Jealous that I have a future in this sport. Jealous that my prospects of claiming the UWL Triple Crown Championship are far greater than you claiming any title in this sport for the rest of your career. Jealous that you have hit the ceiling a long time ago and I’m going to eclipse you in every way Arch. That’s the real problem you have with me.”
Billy unscrews the lid off of the mason jar and takes a sip of his shine.
"That parking lot brawl, is just the warm up Arch. That parking lot brawl….will be a distant memory in everyone’s mind after Saturday night. Thank god the show is on Showtime and not on public TV because the beating I’m going to put on you...the sheer amount of blood that will soak into that mat will cause people to turn away. They won’t be able to handle the reality of a old timer being placed into retirement. They will cry, they will shout at the top of the lungs for you Arch. I bet those 60 year old women you used to bang in the front row will throw in the towel for you. They will want me to stop. Spare you. I can hear it now. ”How could you Billy? You used to be a nice kid. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Just call me the NFL Arch…..Not For Long will you have the ability to breath without the aid of an iron lung.”
Billy takes a sip of Shine.
"While everyone is crying for Peyton to step aside, wishing that he retired last year and it pains them to watch him struggle out on the field….sad that they are seeing an all time great fade away right in front of our eyes, you won’t get that luxury. Better text all of your friends, tell them to take a nap during the day at the retirement home so they can stay up late and watch your last match in your career because when the ref pulls me off of you….you will be joining them. In your tricked out wheelchair, a bib around your neck with the pride of Texas written on it sipping on peaches and pineapples. Look on the bright side Arch, every bath you get from here on out with be a sponge bath so at least you have that to look forward too. You can wheel yourself down the hallways and pull up in front of picture windows to look outside at life passing you by and talk about all of those old matches you had, you know when you could walk, wipe your ass and swallow your spit without it running out of the side of your mouth. I’m sure Jay and the UWL will have a retirement party for you next week, tape your fellow wrestlers talking about their favorite Arch Stanton moment, dig up some old grainy footage off of youtube of you in action when you were young and brash, in shape and could move around the ring with ease. Hell they might even get Letterman to come out of wherever he is and do a Top ten Arch list. How special will that be?”
Billy takes another sip of shine and screws the lid on it. He tosses the jar back in the trunk and starts to walk away from the car.
"You have that to look forward to Arch. A week of nothing but respect from everyone in the world, after I break you and leave you laying in a pool of your own blood in that ring Arch, exposing you for what you really are. A old brittle broken down man with a death wish and this….”
Billy stops at the front of his car. He looks down at it one last time. He taps his knuckles on the fender.
"Was you signing your death warrant.”
Fade out.