Post by Steve Sinclair on Jul 4, 2016 21:24:15 GMT
It’s the 4th of July and you know what that means!
Rednecks blowing shit up!
The scene opens up somewhere in a RV park in ‘Murica and judging by the pine trees, wide open plains and lack of buildings for miles and miles, I would say we’re in the mid west somewhere. Sutton’s RV is parked and all set up. Kid Rock is playing on the exterior speaks, horseshoe pit is all set up, the charcoal is going and steaks are cooking. Billy comes walking out from behind his RV pulling his fly up. He walks over to the picnic table and picks up his beer…..root beer that is. Sam’s choice.
”Who’s Williams?” Billy says sounding awful like Abraham Ford from the Walking Dead. ”I didn’t mention no Williams. Ain’t everyone picked him to win this here Universal Rumble cuz I ain’t picking against myself der Drew. Hell I wouldn’t even pick you to be the second odds on favorite either. I don’t have facts. No figures and it’s not even a gut reaction to who will win this puppy. I just know what I know and I know dat Ima picking me to win this bad boy. Otherwise why bother enter it you know. Surely a guy who has been one or two of these battle royals can understand that. But then if you knew that then you’d know why there isn’t anyone in dis here match up that wants to win more than me.”
Billy take a swig of his beer…..made from root from Bentonville by a guy named Sam. Hey it was his choice.
”Yeah I know that the UWL has dangled the carrot out there in front of us. Keeping that golden carrot just out of reach unless you can beat eleven other dudes and claim that golden nugget for yourself. And you know….”
Billy polishes off the can of root beer and crushes it and tosses it in the firepit.
”That might be enough for some of you fools. A golden ticket to face Josh Eagles. A title match for them there Triple Crown Championships and as Drew Stevenson said, old Joshy is just a placeholder, keeping them titles nice and warm for someone else. Who will that guy be? No one including Jesus knows who that will be. But if I had my way, which I will have my way, will be me!”
Billy reaches in the ice chest which is by the grill and pops open another root beer. He’s out of control this guy. He picks up a set of thongs. (the kitchen utensils you bunch of perverts)
”To answer your question Drew. Eleven of yous are fighting for one thing and one thing alone, a date with Josh Eagles. A chance to hold his hand, caress his chest, choke him a little and bitch slap him!”
Even that made Billy go “Whoa!” and he looks at the 12 oz can of Root beer.
”I think I had enough.” He goes as he pours it out on the ground and tosses the can over his shoulder into the fire pit. He then reaches into the ice chest and comes up with can of pop. Mountain Lightening baby!
”I’m completely sorry for that last remark I made. It must have been the beer talking and that I’ve been talking with Joe way too much as of late.”
#Racin’TymeReunion?
”Everyone is gunning for Eagles and them belts. The ones of yous not in this match are picking your guy, and in everyone’s mind there’s two big dogs in this fight. Williams and Drew. Don’t play the pity card Drew. You ain't no underdog flying under the radar. Like a good friend of mine would say. Bitch please. I thought your name was Drew Williams for a second or two. The only names the media, the fans, the haters and the stalkers are mention is you two. And you know, in a way….I can’t blame them.”
Sutton flips his steak and chugs some Mountain Lighting.
”If anyone is flying under the radar…..it’s me. Funny how everyone forgot that I, Billy Sutton, Moonshine Millionaire, is fighting for more than a lousy title shot. I win this here match, I beat all of your asses. Then Gary Young has no choice then to book me again doesn’t he? See.”
Billy walks back to the picnic table and sets his can of pop down and picks up his shot gun.
”I’m fighting for my job. I’m fighting to get my job back. None of you guys have that on your plate. Ya’ll get to move onto the next city and have a match next week win or lose. You’ll get a second opportunity to work your way up that ladder and get a shot at Eagles and them Triple Crown Belts. HELL odds are one of you will actually face Eagles at the next show. He is after all the UWL Triple Crown Champion. He’s bound to see action after a couple of weeks off. That’s part of the gig you know. Someone gets fed to the champion so if you strike out this weekend, there is always next week to score a pin fall on old Joshy and create a debate that you should a title match. But not Billy. NO Sutton next week. This is a one week event. But.”
Billy slides the pump back and loads a round into the chamber.
”I end up standing tall this Saturday night. Who knows, you just might see or me.”
Billy smirks as he would love to make that happen.
”PULL!”
And right on cue a clay pigeon is hurled upwards to the sky. Who launched it? No idea. Billy spins and takes aim, pulls the trigger and boom! Blasts it out of the sky, then comes the second boom and flash of bright light as a M80 was attached to it. Billy chuckles as the scene fades out……………...
Rednecks blowing shit up!
The scene opens up somewhere in a RV park in ‘Murica and judging by the pine trees, wide open plains and lack of buildings for miles and miles, I would say we’re in the mid west somewhere. Sutton’s RV is parked and all set up. Kid Rock is playing on the exterior speaks, horseshoe pit is all set up, the charcoal is going and steaks are cooking. Billy comes walking out from behind his RV pulling his fly up. He walks over to the picnic table and picks up his beer…..root beer that is. Sam’s choice.
”Who’s Williams?” Billy says sounding awful like Abraham Ford from the Walking Dead. ”I didn’t mention no Williams. Ain’t everyone picked him to win this here Universal Rumble cuz I ain’t picking against myself der Drew. Hell I wouldn’t even pick you to be the second odds on favorite either. I don’t have facts. No figures and it’s not even a gut reaction to who will win this puppy. I just know what I know and I know dat Ima picking me to win this bad boy. Otherwise why bother enter it you know. Surely a guy who has been one or two of these battle royals can understand that. But then if you knew that then you’d know why there isn’t anyone in dis here match up that wants to win more than me.”
Billy take a swig of his beer…..made from root from Bentonville by a guy named Sam. Hey it was his choice.
”Yeah I know that the UWL has dangled the carrot out there in front of us. Keeping that golden carrot just out of reach unless you can beat eleven other dudes and claim that golden nugget for yourself. And you know….”
Billy polishes off the can of root beer and crushes it and tosses it in the firepit.
”That might be enough for some of you fools. A golden ticket to face Josh Eagles. A title match for them there Triple Crown Championships and as Drew Stevenson said, old Joshy is just a placeholder, keeping them titles nice and warm for someone else. Who will that guy be? No one including Jesus knows who that will be. But if I had my way, which I will have my way, will be me!”
Billy reaches in the ice chest which is by the grill and pops open another root beer. He’s out of control this guy. He picks up a set of thongs. (the kitchen utensils you bunch of perverts)
”To answer your question Drew. Eleven of yous are fighting for one thing and one thing alone, a date with Josh Eagles. A chance to hold his hand, caress his chest, choke him a little and bitch slap him!”
Even that made Billy go “Whoa!” and he looks at the 12 oz can of Root beer.
”I think I had enough.” He goes as he pours it out on the ground and tosses the can over his shoulder into the fire pit. He then reaches into the ice chest and comes up with can of pop. Mountain Lightening baby!
”I’m completely sorry for that last remark I made. It must have been the beer talking and that I’ve been talking with Joe way too much as of late.”
#Racin’TymeReunion?
”Everyone is gunning for Eagles and them belts. The ones of yous not in this match are picking your guy, and in everyone’s mind there’s two big dogs in this fight. Williams and Drew. Don’t play the pity card Drew. You ain't no underdog flying under the radar. Like a good friend of mine would say. Bitch please. I thought your name was Drew Williams for a second or two. The only names the media, the fans, the haters and the stalkers are mention is you two. And you know, in a way….I can’t blame them.”
Sutton flips his steak and chugs some Mountain Lighting.
”If anyone is flying under the radar…..it’s me. Funny how everyone forgot that I, Billy Sutton, Moonshine Millionaire, is fighting for more than a lousy title shot. I win this here match, I beat all of your asses. Then Gary Young has no choice then to book me again doesn’t he? See.”
Billy walks back to the picnic table and sets his can of pop down and picks up his shot gun.
”I’m fighting for my job. I’m fighting to get my job back. None of you guys have that on your plate. Ya’ll get to move onto the next city and have a match next week win or lose. You’ll get a second opportunity to work your way up that ladder and get a shot at Eagles and them Triple Crown Belts. HELL odds are one of you will actually face Eagles at the next show. He is after all the UWL Triple Crown Champion. He’s bound to see action after a couple of weeks off. That’s part of the gig you know. Someone gets fed to the champion so if you strike out this weekend, there is always next week to score a pin fall on old Joshy and create a debate that you should a title match. But not Billy. NO Sutton next week. This is a one week event. But.”
Billy slides the pump back and loads a round into the chamber.
”I end up standing tall this Saturday night. Who knows, you just might see or me.”
Billy smirks as he would love to make that happen.
”PULL!”
And right on cue a clay pigeon is hurled upwards to the sky. Who launched it? No idea. Billy spins and takes aim, pulls the trigger and boom! Blasts it out of the sky, then comes the second boom and flash of bright light as a M80 was attached to it. Billy chuckles as the scene fades out……………...