Post by Steve Sinclair on Mar 4, 2016 0:22:50 GMT
A black 2015 BMW X5 is sitting along side of this dirt road in the middle of nowhere and by no where I mean, somewhere in one of the Carolina’s, in the hills. After a couple of minutes Sutton comes walking out of the woods. Who knows what he was doing, maybe he was out for a super long drive to clear his head and had to pee, or worst yet, poop. You know how it is when you’re in your car driving somewhere, nowhere’s near a Mickey D’s and you have to drop a duece. What is one to do?
The door slams shut on the X5 and Billy slides the key into the ignition and starts the Beamer up. The radio kicks in and on the radio is the Alien Ant Farm single, Smooth Criminal….you know the song.
Sutton starts to drive down the old dirt road looking kinda restless. Only the Strong Survive didn’t go his way, another big match for him, one that would have helped him move up into the spotlight, the spotlight in a championship match and at this point, Sutton doesn’t really care which title scene at this point. Never did he think in his wildest dreams and his dreams can get pretty wild, did he think this road towards a single competition championship would be this hard.
Billy has his elbow on the armrest of the door and rests his chin on his thumb as he drives along this mountain road. He had “another well fought match” against Sunday Night Heat which is what they said about him when he fought Arch Stanton…..Josh Eagles…...Craig Williams…...Caleb Hart…...Lt. Blowers…...Evan Caravelle and now SNH. He gets in the back and it’s Gary Young or some other suit who comes to him and pats him on the back, hands him a bottle of water and says. “Billy!” Never William, or Sutton. “That match was great kid.” Two years in the UWL, still a kid. “That looked hard hitting, The Fans, they really liked that match. Match of the night? I know that’s not what you wanted to hear.” And Billy would be standing there looking at this tool, just waiting for it…. “Maybe next time kid. You keep having matches like that, you’ll get where you want to go soon. I can feel it. Championship match is right around the corner. I can tell.” They would pat him on the shoulder and wander off thinking their little pep talk was this insightful, spiritually uplifting chat that would have everything click and fall in place for him.
”Yup….another stunning match.” Billy mumbles to himself. He has grown as a competitor ever since walking into Canada Pro over two years ago. He isn’t this green rookie when he walked into the UWL and won the UWL tag titles with Joe Jones. He has taken his lumps. He has taken his losses, his beatings and “good showing” for far too long now in the UWL. It’s to the point now that frustration is setting in. He’s at the end of his ropes. Is there anything else he can do to get over that hump and take that last final step towards the spotlight?
His phone rings. It snaps him out of the trance he was in. Surprised that he even got phone reception up here. He picks him his phone and takes a look at who is calling him. He sighs.
”Really? F*ck….” He utters. He taps the screen with his thumb.
”What!” He says real snotty. Someone has his panties in a knot.
”Well hello to you too!” On the other end is Jessica Larkin, UWL interviewer and former 2 time girlfriend. At least he was the champion of something other than the tag belts in the UWL…..
Sutton sighs, almost swallowing his pride? ”Sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
There’s silence on the other end. Billy glances at the phone wondering if he dropped the call which, he kinda hoped for. “Opps! Sorry.” But he hasn’t lost the call. ”What the fuck is she doing?” runs through his mind.
”You there?” He asks.
”Yeah! I’m here. Sorry. I was thinking how you must feel after losing that match. I wanted to ask you that but I’m guessing you don’t want to discuss this….so.”
You know what the best part of Jessica being your EX, twice now is? If there is a “best part”, it's that she doesn’t ask him stupid retarded questions like, “Billy, you just lost to SNH again, you’re not the number one contender to the Triple Crown and you’re not facing Craig Williams at Honor and Glory. How do you feel?” None of that, but! But she knows stuff no one else knows and when she’s in one of those moods you know she’s going to use it against you.
”Not really.” Billy says as he turns into this little turn off on the side of the mountain he’s on. It overlooks the valley and is very picturesque. He shuts the car down and opens the car door and steps out of his X5 while holding his phone.
”You okay?”
”I guess.” Not that she cares runs through his mind.
”Did you see who you got next week?” Jess asks.
”Nope.”
”John Raide.”
”Yeah.”
”How do you feel about this match?” She angles for a story of some sort.
”I don’t.”
”You don’t?”
”Nope.”
Silence again. On this turnoff that overlooks the valley, they have some old logs laying in the weeds to act as guard rails. They are right on the edge of this drop off that goes straight down a good 20-25 feet before this rocky cliff jets out. It enough of a drop just to that edge where it would really wreck your day and if you bounced off that, the woods would swallow you up and who knows if they would ever find you. Sutton stands on this log and looks down at that rocky cliff that sticks out from the side of the mountain.
”So what’s your plan then Billy?”
Billy slides his phone into his shirt pocket, speakers pointing upwards so Jess can hear him and he can hear her. He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his can of chew. He taps the lid and this is a sound Jessica has heard several thousand times during their “affair”. They weren’t cheating on each other and their relationship was intense, short, brief but intense. Like a firecracker and when it ended, all hell broke loose each time. Billy takes a pinch of chew and stuffs his bottom lip.
”Well!” He begins with as he snaps the lid back on his can of Wintergreen long cut Skoal. He slides the can back in his back pocket and wipes his hands together. ”One thing I know Jess. Sh*t is going to change.”
”Change how?”
Billy scans the valley, it’s quite the view.
”I’m not sure, I just know sh*t, it’s going to change. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want another pat on the back. I can’t stand coming up short again. I’ve tried being the nice guy. I’m done with kissing babies, hugging old ladies and buying beers for college kids. I don’t care if they cheer me. Boo me. Buy my Shine or my shirts. I’ve got money. More money isn’t going to get me what I f*cking want and what I want is championship gold. I’m busting my ass Jess. I’m bleeding in that ring. I’m beating the fuck out of people in that ring and Sunday NIght Heat took a GD beating and what do I have to show for it? F*cking nothing. Hell I can’t even return to the tag ranks. Cory and I got buried quicker than sh*t. We tried to make a run of it you know. Couldn’t ever get any traction and now, now….”
Billy looks down the side of the cliff he’s on. His gaze is fixed on the trees below. A long hard steady gaze……
”I’m stuck in purgatory. Stuck in the middle. Better than every new face the UWL brings in but not good enough for the spotlight. I’m running in place, running as fast as I can and not getting f*cking anywhere. You know.”
”You okay?”
”Yeah….maybe.”
”What does that mean Billy?”
”I’m not sure yet….you just tell this John Raide…..”
Billy stops mid thought and now he is the one who has gone silent. He starts to sway back and forth on the log and it starts to rock back and forth ever so slightly.
”Tell him what? Billy?”
His breathing has slowed down, he’s in this calm trance like state.
”Billy? Tell John Raide what? Where are you?”
Billy starts to lean forward a tad…..
”Billy?”
Billy finally speaks up, sort of. He whispers more than anything.
”F*ck if I know….”
”Billy?” Jess says. You can hear the panic setting in her voice.
”Billy?”
”Billy?”
TBC…….
The door slams shut on the X5 and Billy slides the key into the ignition and starts the Beamer up. The radio kicks in and on the radio is the Alien Ant Farm single, Smooth Criminal….you know the song.
Sutton starts to drive down the old dirt road looking kinda restless. Only the Strong Survive didn’t go his way, another big match for him, one that would have helped him move up into the spotlight, the spotlight in a championship match and at this point, Sutton doesn’t really care which title scene at this point. Never did he think in his wildest dreams and his dreams can get pretty wild, did he think this road towards a single competition championship would be this hard.
Billy has his elbow on the armrest of the door and rests his chin on his thumb as he drives along this mountain road. He had “another well fought match” against Sunday Night Heat which is what they said about him when he fought Arch Stanton…..Josh Eagles…...Craig Williams…...Caleb Hart…...Lt. Blowers…...Evan Caravelle and now SNH. He gets in the back and it’s Gary Young or some other suit who comes to him and pats him on the back, hands him a bottle of water and says. “Billy!” Never William, or Sutton. “That match was great kid.” Two years in the UWL, still a kid. “That looked hard hitting, The Fans, they really liked that match. Match of the night? I know that’s not what you wanted to hear.” And Billy would be standing there looking at this tool, just waiting for it…. “Maybe next time kid. You keep having matches like that, you’ll get where you want to go soon. I can feel it. Championship match is right around the corner. I can tell.” They would pat him on the shoulder and wander off thinking their little pep talk was this insightful, spiritually uplifting chat that would have everything click and fall in place for him.
”Yup….another stunning match.” Billy mumbles to himself. He has grown as a competitor ever since walking into Canada Pro over two years ago. He isn’t this green rookie when he walked into the UWL and won the UWL tag titles with Joe Jones. He has taken his lumps. He has taken his losses, his beatings and “good showing” for far too long now in the UWL. It’s to the point now that frustration is setting in. He’s at the end of his ropes. Is there anything else he can do to get over that hump and take that last final step towards the spotlight?
His phone rings. It snaps him out of the trance he was in. Surprised that he even got phone reception up here. He picks him his phone and takes a look at who is calling him. He sighs.
”Really? F*ck….” He utters. He taps the screen with his thumb.
”What!” He says real snotty. Someone has his panties in a knot.
”Well hello to you too!” On the other end is Jessica Larkin, UWL interviewer and former 2 time girlfriend. At least he was the champion of something other than the tag belts in the UWL…..
Sutton sighs, almost swallowing his pride? ”Sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
There’s silence on the other end. Billy glances at the phone wondering if he dropped the call which, he kinda hoped for. “Opps! Sorry.” But he hasn’t lost the call. ”What the fuck is she doing?” runs through his mind.
”You there?” He asks.
”Yeah! I’m here. Sorry. I was thinking how you must feel after losing that match. I wanted to ask you that but I’m guessing you don’t want to discuss this….so.”
You know what the best part of Jessica being your EX, twice now is? If there is a “best part”, it's that she doesn’t ask him stupid retarded questions like, “Billy, you just lost to SNH again, you’re not the number one contender to the Triple Crown and you’re not facing Craig Williams at Honor and Glory. How do you feel?” None of that, but! But she knows stuff no one else knows and when she’s in one of those moods you know she’s going to use it against you.
”Not really.” Billy says as he turns into this little turn off on the side of the mountain he’s on. It overlooks the valley and is very picturesque. He shuts the car down and opens the car door and steps out of his X5 while holding his phone.
”You okay?”
”I guess.” Not that she cares runs through his mind.
”Did you see who you got next week?” Jess asks.
”Nope.”
”John Raide.”
”Yeah.”
”How do you feel about this match?” She angles for a story of some sort.
”I don’t.”
”You don’t?”
”Nope.”
Silence again. On this turnoff that overlooks the valley, they have some old logs laying in the weeds to act as guard rails. They are right on the edge of this drop off that goes straight down a good 20-25 feet before this rocky cliff jets out. It enough of a drop just to that edge where it would really wreck your day and if you bounced off that, the woods would swallow you up and who knows if they would ever find you. Sutton stands on this log and looks down at that rocky cliff that sticks out from the side of the mountain.
”So what’s your plan then Billy?”
Billy slides his phone into his shirt pocket, speakers pointing upwards so Jess can hear him and he can hear her. He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his can of chew. He taps the lid and this is a sound Jessica has heard several thousand times during their “affair”. They weren’t cheating on each other and their relationship was intense, short, brief but intense. Like a firecracker and when it ended, all hell broke loose each time. Billy takes a pinch of chew and stuffs his bottom lip.
”Well!” He begins with as he snaps the lid back on his can of Wintergreen long cut Skoal. He slides the can back in his back pocket and wipes his hands together. ”One thing I know Jess. Sh*t is going to change.”
”Change how?”
Billy scans the valley, it’s quite the view.
”I’m not sure, I just know sh*t, it’s going to change. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want another pat on the back. I can’t stand coming up short again. I’ve tried being the nice guy. I’m done with kissing babies, hugging old ladies and buying beers for college kids. I don’t care if they cheer me. Boo me. Buy my Shine or my shirts. I’ve got money. More money isn’t going to get me what I f*cking want and what I want is championship gold. I’m busting my ass Jess. I’m bleeding in that ring. I’m beating the fuck out of people in that ring and Sunday NIght Heat took a GD beating and what do I have to show for it? F*cking nothing. Hell I can’t even return to the tag ranks. Cory and I got buried quicker than sh*t. We tried to make a run of it you know. Couldn’t ever get any traction and now, now….”
Billy looks down the side of the cliff he’s on. His gaze is fixed on the trees below. A long hard steady gaze……
”I’m stuck in purgatory. Stuck in the middle. Better than every new face the UWL brings in but not good enough for the spotlight. I’m running in place, running as fast as I can and not getting f*cking anywhere. You know.”
”You okay?”
”Yeah….maybe.”
”What does that mean Billy?”
”I’m not sure yet….you just tell this John Raide…..”
Billy stops mid thought and now he is the one who has gone silent. He starts to sway back and forth on the log and it starts to rock back and forth ever so slightly.
”Tell him what? Billy?”
His breathing has slowed down, he’s in this calm trance like state.
”Billy? Tell John Raide what? Where are you?”
Billy starts to lean forward a tad…..
”Billy?”
Billy finally speaks up, sort of. He whispers more than anything.
”F*ck if I know….”
”Billy?” Jess says. You can hear the panic setting in her voice.
”Billy?”
”Billy?”
TBC…….