Post by Steve Sinclair on Nov 27, 2016 15:31:22 GMT
Sunday morning and Sutton steps out of his RV in some RV park they called home for the night. Lilly Mae is sound asleep inside as she is the type to stay up all night long and sleep all day while Billy is the complete opposite. He’s up at the crack of dawn and in bed before 10. His CAT work boots are untied, his wrangler jeans are pulled up but not buttoned up. In his hand is a fresh cup of coffee and he takes a sip of it and sets it down on this chunk of wood that is acting as a side table around the fire pit and looks around the little park they are in. Pine trees, ski resort in the background that will in no time he hopping with snow in the forecast. A small little creek not that far away. It’s peaceful here like many of the other RV parks that they visit while on the road. The other people in the park like the peace and quiet as well. There is no keeping up with the jones here.
“I could really go for a drink right now. I tell you want.”
Sutton picks up his can of chew.
“But I can’t. That would wreck everything I have done here in the NAW. Everything like earn a shot at the Horizon title. Plus I don’t think Lilly would stick around for another rehab stint you know. Not to mention that I am just now recouping the money I lost from my last stay and being back on TV has help spike the sale of my Shine.”
On a chair next to the firepit is this old tshirt that really needs to be washed. Sutton stuffs his bottom lip with chew and sets his can down and picks up the shirt and shakes it out.
“Redneck Remedy Moonshine from the rolling hills of Tennessee! Now available in a liquor store near you! You can also get this shirt and other merch from my shop online at Redneckremedy.com.”
Sutton holds his shirt up for a second or two for the cheap plug. He balls up the shirt and tosses it back on chair.
“It is true that I make more money out of the ring then in the ring. Just call that my fall back plan as I’m not going to be able to wrestle forever. Not everyone is Terry Funk who is screaming and kicking in his 70’s. I have set myself up for success inside dat ring by planting everyone the NAW has placed in front of me down on der backside for the 3 count. I have opened eyes and earned a shot at the vacant Horizon title and at Holiday Fear coming up here next month, you are looking at the new Horizon champion. That’s the reality I live in old Danny boy who, the only way he’ll be able to get his hands on the Horizon title is when he buys one up at the merch table when they slap my name on the side of it. Another reality I live in is that I support my girl. I am the breadwinner in the relationship. I busted my ass, drew blood and fought for everything I have..”
Sutton picks up his coffee cup.
“I have noticed that the NAW seems to employ a bunch of Nancy boys. A bunch of pansies who would rather make their women earn the big bucks and are completely happy to ride their coattails and if their women is fine with that then so be it. But where is the god damn pride? I have faced guys who don’t win and yet team back up with the boyfriends and proclaim to the rest of the NAW “You all better watch out because the South Side whatever is back!” Like dude….I just kicked your ass. Then I face this moron who is running around going “The Champ is here!” and you couldn’t defeat yourself in a no DQ match and if you’re going to say that the champ is here, I don’t know maybe you should have a championship to your name. And now this week I face a guy who is a kept man. A man bitch! If I was Kat I would kick your sorry ass to curb and get with a real winner.”
Sutton takes a sip of his freshly brewed coffee.
“Where I grew up, none of the guys I know were ever happy showing off the car collection that their bitch has. No one I know is fine to play dress up and go to award shows……”
Light bulb just went off.
“Oh my god! I get it now! Danny Hawkins…..Hawkins must be a nickname cuz your last name has to be Kardashian! The bitches in that family have all of the power the boys are just afterthoughts….something that survived from the afterbirth of their sisters. That is what you are Danny. Shit, blood and muck that someone was able to string two words together to form a sentence and breath on your own. If you Googled mouthbreather, right after a picture of Johnny Blade would be your ugly mug with a story that somehow you were able to get Kat to keep you around as her own little pet.”
Sutton takes another sip of coffee. Folgers
“Enough of kidding right now. Let’s gets serious. Let’s discuss what you called me. Let’s see if you are still willingly to stand by the words you spewed out simply to try and impress your girl in her muscle car, you know when you tried to play tough guy.”
Spits.
“I’m the shit stain of the NAW? Is that what you tried to say? Did you also say that you were going to stop me from getting my hands on the Horizon title? Now, explain to me just how you are going to do that seeing that this match we’re having this week has nothing to do with Horizon title. I have my shot at the belt. I’m in the title match. It’s a done deal. At Holiday Fear I will be fighting for the Horizon Championship, there is no stopping me from doing that. So…..how will you stop me? And let’s be honest Stupid, you don’t seem to have a real good track record in stopping anyone from winning gold in the NAW and you admitted that yourself. I could go and look it up but how many shots at gold in the NAW have you failed at? You know what I’m going to do to you Danny boy. I’m not going to shower this week at all so when Wednesday rolls around I’ll be real ripe. So ripe I can already hear Lilly bitching up a storm and spraying me with every can of Lysol she can get her hands on. I’m going to wear the same boxers everyday at every workout I have from now till I get in that ring to face you and if you had a set of testicles you would know how much they sweat during a workout, if you worked out. My balls are going to stink so much that the NAW will be forced to hand out gas masks in the first ten rows Wednesday night and then do you know what I’m going to do?”
“I’m going to lock you in some headscissors. That’s a move Danny where I insert your skull between my thighs right below my nuts and and squeeze with my legs. I’ll be wearing these jeans right here so just picture what that environment is going to be like. Then Danny because I like you, I’ll give you a Bronco Buster or two. And while you’re in the turnbuckles gasping for air. I’ll make everyone laugh and give you the stinkface!”
Sutton spits out some ‘bacca juice.
“And do you know why I’m going to do that Danny Boy? Do you? It’s because you, you who has accomplished nothing in your entire career and you think you have the balls to insult me. It’s because you tried to belittle me. You tried to make yourself look superior and anyone who knows anything about this sport knows that when they compare you to me, it’s not even a close contest. If this was a popular vote I would have won in a landslide. You threw out this comment in a 10 second rant about our match that had no merit to it whatsoever. It is true that….hey maybe you will get lucky and you beat me, highly unlikely but you never know, then Edrick would be forced to have you face me for the Horizon championship, but the way you treated this match, the way you’re getting prepared for this match, that going to some award show is more important to you than getting on the net, hitting up youtube and watching my matches, studying me and looking for a way to defeat me, that you don’t have a right to say one bad word about me. You're not allowed to mock me. You’re not allowed to insult me. I don’t care how many rides you have in the crib. I used to have that shit, and do you know what all that crap does? Distracts you. Big houses, fancy rides, big boobed bitches doesn’t mean shit if you can’t win inside that ring and I have been doing my homework on you Danny. Every night. Reading up on you. Watching your matches and do you know what is going to happen Wednesday night?”
Spits.
“You’re going to tuck your tail between your legs, crawl on home to that bitch of yours and sob yourself to sleep because once again…..you failed. Because that is what you are, a failure. Meanwhile….when I get in that ring…..when I step in that ring next month for the Horizon championship. There is no denying it, I own it….because it’s all…….mine!”
Sutton spits and picks up his coffee cup.
Fade out.
“I could really go for a drink right now. I tell you want.”
Sutton picks up his can of chew.
“But I can’t. That would wreck everything I have done here in the NAW. Everything like earn a shot at the Horizon title. Plus I don’t think Lilly would stick around for another rehab stint you know. Not to mention that I am just now recouping the money I lost from my last stay and being back on TV has help spike the sale of my Shine.”
On a chair next to the firepit is this old tshirt that really needs to be washed. Sutton stuffs his bottom lip with chew and sets his can down and picks up the shirt and shakes it out.
“Redneck Remedy Moonshine from the rolling hills of Tennessee! Now available in a liquor store near you! You can also get this shirt and other merch from my shop online at Redneckremedy.com.”
Sutton holds his shirt up for a second or two for the cheap plug. He balls up the shirt and tosses it back on chair.
“It is true that I make more money out of the ring then in the ring. Just call that my fall back plan as I’m not going to be able to wrestle forever. Not everyone is Terry Funk who is screaming and kicking in his 70’s. I have set myself up for success inside dat ring by planting everyone the NAW has placed in front of me down on der backside for the 3 count. I have opened eyes and earned a shot at the vacant Horizon title and at Holiday Fear coming up here next month, you are looking at the new Horizon champion. That’s the reality I live in old Danny boy who, the only way he’ll be able to get his hands on the Horizon title is when he buys one up at the merch table when they slap my name on the side of it. Another reality I live in is that I support my girl. I am the breadwinner in the relationship. I busted my ass, drew blood and fought for everything I have..”
Sutton picks up his coffee cup.
“I have noticed that the NAW seems to employ a bunch of Nancy boys. A bunch of pansies who would rather make their women earn the big bucks and are completely happy to ride their coattails and if their women is fine with that then so be it. But where is the god damn pride? I have faced guys who don’t win and yet team back up with the boyfriends and proclaim to the rest of the NAW “You all better watch out because the South Side whatever is back!” Like dude….I just kicked your ass. Then I face this moron who is running around going “The Champ is here!” and you couldn’t defeat yourself in a no DQ match and if you’re going to say that the champ is here, I don’t know maybe you should have a championship to your name. And now this week I face a guy who is a kept man. A man bitch! If I was Kat I would kick your sorry ass to curb and get with a real winner.”
Sutton takes a sip of his freshly brewed coffee.
“Where I grew up, none of the guys I know were ever happy showing off the car collection that their bitch has. No one I know is fine to play dress up and go to award shows……”
Light bulb just went off.
“Oh my god! I get it now! Danny Hawkins…..Hawkins must be a nickname cuz your last name has to be Kardashian! The bitches in that family have all of the power the boys are just afterthoughts….something that survived from the afterbirth of their sisters. That is what you are Danny. Shit, blood and muck that someone was able to string two words together to form a sentence and breath on your own. If you Googled mouthbreather, right after a picture of Johnny Blade would be your ugly mug with a story that somehow you were able to get Kat to keep you around as her own little pet.”
Sutton takes another sip of coffee. Folgers
“Enough of kidding right now. Let’s gets serious. Let’s discuss what you called me. Let’s see if you are still willingly to stand by the words you spewed out simply to try and impress your girl in her muscle car, you know when you tried to play tough guy.”
Spits.
“I’m the shit stain of the NAW? Is that what you tried to say? Did you also say that you were going to stop me from getting my hands on the Horizon title? Now, explain to me just how you are going to do that seeing that this match we’re having this week has nothing to do with Horizon title. I have my shot at the belt. I’m in the title match. It’s a done deal. At Holiday Fear I will be fighting for the Horizon Championship, there is no stopping me from doing that. So…..how will you stop me? And let’s be honest Stupid, you don’t seem to have a real good track record in stopping anyone from winning gold in the NAW and you admitted that yourself. I could go and look it up but how many shots at gold in the NAW have you failed at? You know what I’m going to do to you Danny boy. I’m not going to shower this week at all so when Wednesday rolls around I’ll be real ripe. So ripe I can already hear Lilly bitching up a storm and spraying me with every can of Lysol she can get her hands on. I’m going to wear the same boxers everyday at every workout I have from now till I get in that ring to face you and if you had a set of testicles you would know how much they sweat during a workout, if you worked out. My balls are going to stink so much that the NAW will be forced to hand out gas masks in the first ten rows Wednesday night and then do you know what I’m going to do?”
“I’m going to lock you in some headscissors. That’s a move Danny where I insert your skull between my thighs right below my nuts and and squeeze with my legs. I’ll be wearing these jeans right here so just picture what that environment is going to be like. Then Danny because I like you, I’ll give you a Bronco Buster or two. And while you’re in the turnbuckles gasping for air. I’ll make everyone laugh and give you the stinkface!”
Sutton spits out some ‘bacca juice.
“And do you know why I’m going to do that Danny Boy? Do you? It’s because you, you who has accomplished nothing in your entire career and you think you have the balls to insult me. It’s because you tried to belittle me. You tried to make yourself look superior and anyone who knows anything about this sport knows that when they compare you to me, it’s not even a close contest. If this was a popular vote I would have won in a landslide. You threw out this comment in a 10 second rant about our match that had no merit to it whatsoever. It is true that….hey maybe you will get lucky and you beat me, highly unlikely but you never know, then Edrick would be forced to have you face me for the Horizon championship, but the way you treated this match, the way you’re getting prepared for this match, that going to some award show is more important to you than getting on the net, hitting up youtube and watching my matches, studying me and looking for a way to defeat me, that you don’t have a right to say one bad word about me. You're not allowed to mock me. You’re not allowed to insult me. I don’t care how many rides you have in the crib. I used to have that shit, and do you know what all that crap does? Distracts you. Big houses, fancy rides, big boobed bitches doesn’t mean shit if you can’t win inside that ring and I have been doing my homework on you Danny. Every night. Reading up on you. Watching your matches and do you know what is going to happen Wednesday night?”
Spits.
“You’re going to tuck your tail between your legs, crawl on home to that bitch of yours and sob yourself to sleep because once again…..you failed. Because that is what you are, a failure. Meanwhile….when I get in that ring…..when I step in that ring next month for the Horizon championship. There is no denying it, I own it….because it’s all…….mine!”
Sutton spits and picks up his coffee cup.
Fade out.