Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 25, 2015 20:58:01 GMT
Christmas day and Billy is inside of a garage he owns outside of Knoxville. It’s just this two car garage that he picked up to keep some of his stuff at and a place to park his RV when he has to leave the states like he has to do next week. Let’s face it, there are no roads to Japan.
Billy is sitting at this desk he has in the one corner of the garage, next to a old beat up roll around tool box and next to a file cabinet. A old single light desk lamp is the only source of light in the desk as Christmas day begins to come to end in the world. Billy has his feet up on the desk on top of paperwork, a empty mason jar and empty chew cans. It’s not really a functioning desk, more of a place to leave sh*t desk. Billy is kicked back in this old wooden desk chair wearing one of new Tshirts that are hitting the merch tables next week in Japan.
The camera, a GoPro, perhaps a gift this year is set up on the desk under the lamp so we can barely see Billy kicked back enjoying life sippin on Shine and smoking a hand rolled cigar. It’s Christmas so why not treat yourself to a fine cigar.
"Merry Christmas everyone! From your pal Billy!”
Billy holds up the mason jar and if you couldn’t tell he is a bit tippsie which I will be in a little while myself. Behind Billy we see the outline of a new car in the garage but we can’t really see what make or model it is.
"I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas. I hope Santa Claus treated everyone good today and you spent the day with the people you love. As for me….well.”
Billy takes a puff off of his cigar and a sip of shine.
"I’ve been in this shop all day. Tinkering on this and that. You know that HellCat I had…..fuck you Arch….I started to cut it up day. Cut the front suspension out of of it and started to mock up frame rails over there on the floor. It’s somewhat level and the other day I hit the junk yard, found a wrecked Charger and ripped the rear end out of it. If the metal shop wasn’t closed today I would have a complete roller. Ain’t sure what Ima buildin’ yet but it’ll handle pretty damn good. So I took a break from it, I can’t set the ride height without da motor and I got to thinking what kind of motor do I want in it. 396 Hemi? Maybe dig up a 426? 440 wedge? Maybe go old school and find a slant 6 since they are gaining popularity now. I pulled out my phone and started digging for ideas when I got a text.”
Billy takes another drag off of his cigar. He holds it in for a second or two and lets out some smoke rings.
"Nuttin like a slap of reality to smack ya across the face on Christmas you know. Suddenly everything that I was doing today, the holiday.”
Billy waves his hand in front of him.
"Doesn’t matter. Hell Christmas doesn’t even matter not that I was doing much to celebrate the holiday. Monday I have to get on a f*cking plane and get locked in one of those death traps for 14 hours and hope we don’t drop out of the sky and as you can tell I’m not looking forward to that…….but the news that came out of Camp Silverback yesterday….really makes that plane ride even more dreadful.”
Billy takes a sip of Shine.
"If there is one thing I hate, and I mean I HATE about the UWL is this nonsense of going to distant lands to go on tour. I could care less about going to Japan. I don’t care that we have a following there. The food sucks. I don’t understand a single word anyone is saying and they don’t build a f*cking taxicab for us larger Americans. Do I look like a guy who is five six and a buck thirty two? Last year I hated the trip, the only thing that was the bright spot on that trip was kicking Steve Sinclair’s ass, other than that it was a complete waste of time and money and now this year I have to make that trip with a heavy heart. To be honest, if I can speak frank for a second. I’d rather miss my flight, f*ck off all of the promotional bullsh*t the UWL is making me do and just stay here and throw one hell of party for my buddy Cory. This….”
Billy removes his feet from the desk and leans forward and taps his ashes off in a ashtray.
"Has to be one of the worst holidays for him. In case you didn’t hear. Frank is no longer with us. Old cancer finally did him in…”
Billy looks at the cigar for a second. Maybe he shouldn’t be smoking, drinking, you know the stuff that causes cancer. He leans back in the chair and it squeaks as he leans back in it.
"I don’t want to make this trip, can you imagine how Cory feels. We should stacking pallets. Tapping kegs and cranking the old timey music in celebration as we light those pallets up in a big ass bone fire. It’s a party that the neighbors the next state over should hear and keep them up at night and it’s a party that should keep going till daylight when there is nothing left to drink. But no…..instead I’ll be getting on a plane, sitting next to someone I don’t know for 14 hours for what? Rough up Williams, Franco and Evan Caravelle?”
Billy takes another drag from the cigar.
"I’ve had some time to think today. Ever since I got that text and had time to reflect and I got thinking about life. My career. What I have done and where I’m going. I shouldn’t let some stuff get to me as I am a guy who marches to the beat of his own drum. I don’t have to be as dominate as Caleb Hart was to get the big pay checks as I made something of myself outside of wrestling and true without being a wrastler, a two time tag champion I wouldn’t have been this first rate Shiner raking in the big bucks like I am now which has allowed me to pick my spots, allowed me the freedom to go at it how I see fit, not by the making of someone else’s hand so maybe people within the UWL and outside the UWL don’t take my serious but everytime I see these Super 6 rankings come out.”
Billy takes a sip of shine.
"I just roll my eyes because there is always one name on that list that doesn’t belong. There is always one guy on that list who is on there due to it being a popularity contest more than what you have done in that ring. It shouldn’t bother me. I’m not here for the piece of paper that says you were listed on this list with 5 other asshats. But come on now, inside that ring lately I have been better than Evan Caravelle who is this internet darling of the UWL. I don’t know what those people see in him, see what he hasn’t been doing which has been beating anyone noteworthy in that ring but it’s a joke that someone like him gets on that list month in and month out. Why? Because he’s Sunday Night Heat’s little whipping boy? And not to take anything away from SNH or Cory but to not even get a single f*cking vote for feud of the year is a slap in the face. I guess everyone was just sleeping while Arch and I were at each other's throats.”
Billy leans forward and taps his ashes into the ashtray and looks into the camera.
"I thought about this. I thought about this for some time now. It’s always been that little voice in the back of my mind. That little voice that tells me I have to be a real dick about sh*t. That I have to turn it up. Give people a reason to not only fear you but know that you mean business. I guess there is a still a part of me as a decent human being that I want to have people to like me. That their opinion of me means something of me. I’m tired of guy like Arch, Evan, Eagles before and after a match saying that they know they are in a tough match this week, that I’m a tough customer and blah blah blah.”
Billy snuffs out the cigar.
"I think it’s time to listen to that little voice in my head. To throw caution to the wind and do whatever it takes to beat someone’s ass and to the hell what everyone thinks or says about me. At the end of the day, I’m the only one who matters. I’m the only one I have to please and if that means breaking a couple of rules, busting open a couple of skulls and breaking a couple of bones to get what I want….”
Billy takes a sip of Shine and leans back in his chair and places his feet up on the desk.
"Then so be it. I want those tag straps back. I want MY belts backs. Those belts are MINE. Shadows and Durrigan stole them from me. They took from me what I cared for and it was only because I couldn’t find a decent f*cking partner that they were able to keep them….until now and now it’s you Williams and Franco who will have to deal with the Bionic Rednecks as we come to take what is f*cking ours! WE CLAIM THEM IN THE NAME OF THE SILVERBACK! WE WILL TAKE THEM IN THE HONOR OF FRANK!”
Billy declares as he sits forward and take a sip of Shine.
"And once those titles are back where they belong, where they should have been all along, around my waist! Then when I have those tag belts back slung over my shoulders, I’m going to go after something I said I was going to going after a long time ago but I got distracted with a cranky old man wanting my attention and having my car stolen and what not and that is the Prestige Championship. I didn’t throw my Racin’ Tyme stuff away, I didn’t drop the moniker Nascar from my name to druge around the UWL landscape without any f*cking gold around my waists and from where I sit.”
Billy sits the mason jar down on the desk.
"Seeing two deadbeats like Ron Hamilton who has never done anything to deserve to get a shot at that belt let alone any other belt this company has and some nobody like Billy Danielson being the company's two choices to go at it over that belt is a disgrace, a disgrace to that belt and to me. I look at those two choices and see that a direct insult to me. The UWL might as well have come out and told me to my face that they think I’m not good enough for that belt, or any belt in the UWL for that matter.”
Billy picks up the GoPro and stands up. We get a better look at the car behind him as it’s a 2015 BMW M4.
"Starting now. That is about to change. You have better not planned anything for after the main event for our new Triple Crown Champion and his little buddy because they won’t be able to make any of your post show parties. Not after the Bionic Rednecks featuring Sunday Night Heat get done with them. We’re walking into that sh*thole in Japan and we’re going to f*ck sh*t up and leave everyone in our way bruised and broken. We’ll impale you with the stars and bar and mark that territory in the name of Frank Leary. At the end of the night, no one will be overlooking us anymore. No one will take us for granted again. We’re leaving our mark in 2016 on the UWL and it starts with you Williams. Better get used to that bullseye on ya, from here on out, we’ll be the only faces you see over your shoulders taking all of your pretty little championship belts away from you.”
Cut to black