Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 11, 2016 19:28:55 GMT
Knoxville Tennessee…..
Sutton still in the warehouse, lifts the one corner of the car cover and pulls it back. A white fender pokes through along with some of the front tire, a skinny drag tire. He then walks to the other corner of the car and untucks that corner and starts to roll back the cover to reveal a 2014 COPO Camaro. He rolls it all the way back and once on the trunk lid he gathers it up and picks it up. He sets it down on a rollaway tool box. The car has been untouched since he parked it a little over a year ago. The logo to his Shine, Redneck Remedy run along the side of the car. As soon as he went legal and started to get checks from the distillery he bought this factory race car.
Sutton opens the driver’s side door and slides down into the seat. He looks around quickly and picks up the steering wheel and pops it on the steering column. He gives it a tug to make sure it is locked in. He pushes in the clutch pedal a couple of times and it’s free. He makes sure the linko transmission is in neutral and reaches over and flips up the switch for the fuel pump and much to his surprise it kicks in. It’s loud as hell as it ticks and pushes gas up to the motor.
“Well okay then…”
Sutton says and he flicks the ignition switch and flicks the starter switch up and holds it there. The starter motor kicks in and the motor starts to turn over. After a couple of revolution the LSX454R fires up and the 800 plus horses rumble to life. Sutton releases the starter switch and taps the gas pedal. The car shakes as he revs up the motor. A smile peaks through his beard. Pushing in the clutch pedal Sutton reaches over and pulls back on the first shifter. He slowly releases the clutch and the tires chirp a bit as he slowly starts rolling forward.
Outside the warehouse Sutton pulls his COPO Camaro out onto the street of the industrial park and punches the pedal which causes the rear tire to stand up and start spinning. Smokes bellows from them as Sutton reaches over and grabs the second shifter and pulls it back. The RPM’s drop ever so slightly and rev right back up. The car starts to step out and Sutton backs out of it for a second, releases the brake pedal and punches it, sending the car down the street as he slams the next couple of shifters back as he goes through the gears…….
(occ: Not my car but I do have one just like it.)
Sutton steps out of his COPO Camaro and slowly shuts the door to it. He’s parked outside the warehouse and smoke is still slowly exiting the cockpit of the Camaro. Lilly Mae struts up to him and kisses him on the check.
“That was awesome. We should make that street legal. Have some fun.” She says as she hands him a can of Mountain Lightning.
Sutton nods. “Thanks babe.”
Lilly slaps him on the ass and walks back inside the warehouse. Sutton pops open the can and reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his can of chew.
“You see this? Not just the car but the logo on the side of it. All of this. It’s mine. Bought and paid for, titled in my name.”
Sutton slaps his hand on the roof of the car. He pops open the can of chew and stuffs his lip. Snapping the lid back on he tosses it on the roof next to his can of pop.
“And this….”
Sutton kneels down and points to the logo.
“Redneck Remedy. That there would be my brand. My recipe. Every bottle you pick up has my name on it. I came up with it, it’s my own and no one else’s. That RV, everything in that building….all of it. That shit would be….”
Spits.
“Mine. That’s something you can’t understand Danny. You can’t go in your garage and point to something and go, yeah that pile of shit right there, that is mine. I paid for it. I busted my ass for it. Naw, you be like, That is my wife’s. That too. She bought all of this stuff, she paid for all of it. I just ride in it. This car right here.”
Sutton stands up.
“When I got a couple of big checks, I dropped 85 large on this and it didn’t come with a motor or a trans. No wiring. Hell it didn’t even have a seat in it. Just a dash. I then cut a check and got the biggest baddest motor from Chevy I could get that would fit. Linko trans, 9 inch out back. As soon as I got the motor, I took it to the shop and had it up on the dyno and told them to see what it has, then I dropped another 30 grand to make more power. I spent countless nights and days putting this car together. I cut my hands, burned my finger tips, bruised my knees and busted my knuckles up just thrashing on this thing getting it ready for the strip. At the end of the night, right here.”
Sutton walks to the rear tires and kneels down next to it and points to where the tire touches the concrete.
“Right there….where the rubber meets the road. 730 horses man. I have the sheets to prove it and as you just saw, I can’t get all of that power to the ground. No matter what I try, I’ve gone through I don’t know how many set ups I just can’t get all of the power to hook up. But that is okay. Wanna know why?”
Sutton holds up his two hands.
“Cuz these two hands caused that problem and one day when I’m done in the ring I’ll solve that problem and when I get all of those ponies down...man what a ride this will be. I can’t wait. And speaking of something else I can’t for.”
Sutton spits and stands up.
“These two fists are going to solve another problem and unlike my traction problem on my drag car, that problem would be that you Danny just don’t know when to shut up. You run at the mouth and zero abilities to back it up. Much like your home life, where you stop and look around and look at all of the stuff your wife has accomplished, you have nothing to suggest you can beat me let alone win the NAW Horizon championship. I don’t even care if it’s Christmas time and you went to the mall and sat on Santa’s lap and told him how much of a good boy you were all year, how you brushed your teeth and kept your room clean, you still ain’t getting that belt. And it has nothing to do with me beating your ass at Holiday Fear. It has nothing to do just how pissed you have made me. Hell it has nothing to do with what went down last week because Savage and Jeckel will get theirs in due time. It has everything to do with one fact….a fact you have stated a couple of times now.”
Spits.
“You ain’t ever accomplished anything in your career. Other then somehow getting your old lady to say I do, you haven’t accomplished anything your LIFE. Especially when it comes to the NAW. How does it feel Danny to know that the guy who is going to defeat you for the Horizon championship has just walked into NAW like, 15 minutes ago and in 3 matches has accomplished more than you in almost a year? I bet that must make you real jealous huh?”
Spits
“I haven’t been defeated in that ring and that is a trend that will continue this week. It’s not being over confident, it’s just that I know who my opponent is and what he brings to the ring, and that is very little. While you’re busy trying to win the cerebral match, which you’re not very good at, I’ve been focusing in on the physical part of the match. Like, how much blood I’m going to draw from you. This isn’t going to be a white Christmas, it’s going to a red Christmas and you’re going to as red as Santa’s suit when it’s all said and done. It took me 3 matches to earn…..EARN a shot at gold here in the NAW. You were just given the match because two other knuckleheads have a bone to pick with you. You didn’t earn anything let alone a shot at the Horizon championship.”
Spits
“Just take a look around the country Danny. You can easily divide the nation into 2 groups. Guys like me who put in the work, earn our keep and are willing to get our hands dirty. And guys like you, who are just handed shit without earning anything. You’re unable to get dirty, to get nasty. Just so you know, Edrick isn’t going to hand you that title when you lose. The charity ended when he fed you to me in a no DQ match. All you’ve talked about is how you are in my head…..I mean, if you were, if that was a thing. That isn’t going to get the job done son. This is a no DQ anything goes match. I’m dismantling that ring, throwing the guard rails at you, nicking Grandma’s purse and beating you over the head with it. That is the mental state I’m in. Causing bodily harm to you. I don’t need to be in your mind to do that. When I powerbomb through a stack of tables, crack your skull open with chair shots, blow your knee out when I wedge it somewhere it doesn’t belong and twist you in the wrong direction….those are the actions that are going to see me EARN that Horizon Championship. Cute little stories, acting like a tough guy, that sort of shit, isn’t going to cut it.”
Sutton holds up his two hands and looks at them.
“But….much like building this car. Building my first Still and bottling my first run of Shine….getting my hands dirty. Yeah that sort of thing guarantee victory cuz one thing I have learned in life is when I put my hands something, I get the job done. I have stuff to show off after words. I end up with trophies and belts that I can call….”
Sutton balls up his fists.
“Mine.”
Fade out.
Sutton still in the warehouse, lifts the one corner of the car cover and pulls it back. A white fender pokes through along with some of the front tire, a skinny drag tire. He then walks to the other corner of the car and untucks that corner and starts to roll back the cover to reveal a 2014 COPO Camaro. He rolls it all the way back and once on the trunk lid he gathers it up and picks it up. He sets it down on a rollaway tool box. The car has been untouched since he parked it a little over a year ago. The logo to his Shine, Redneck Remedy run along the side of the car. As soon as he went legal and started to get checks from the distillery he bought this factory race car.
Sutton opens the driver’s side door and slides down into the seat. He looks around quickly and picks up the steering wheel and pops it on the steering column. He gives it a tug to make sure it is locked in. He pushes in the clutch pedal a couple of times and it’s free. He makes sure the linko transmission is in neutral and reaches over and flips up the switch for the fuel pump and much to his surprise it kicks in. It’s loud as hell as it ticks and pushes gas up to the motor.
“Well okay then…”
Sutton says and he flicks the ignition switch and flicks the starter switch up and holds it there. The starter motor kicks in and the motor starts to turn over. After a couple of revolution the LSX454R fires up and the 800 plus horses rumble to life. Sutton releases the starter switch and taps the gas pedal. The car shakes as he revs up the motor. A smile peaks through his beard. Pushing in the clutch pedal Sutton reaches over and pulls back on the first shifter. He slowly releases the clutch and the tires chirp a bit as he slowly starts rolling forward.
Outside the warehouse Sutton pulls his COPO Camaro out onto the street of the industrial park and punches the pedal which causes the rear tire to stand up and start spinning. Smokes bellows from them as Sutton reaches over and grabs the second shifter and pulls it back. The RPM’s drop ever so slightly and rev right back up. The car starts to step out and Sutton backs out of it for a second, releases the brake pedal and punches it, sending the car down the street as he slams the next couple of shifters back as he goes through the gears…….
(occ: Not my car but I do have one just like it.)
Sutton steps out of his COPO Camaro and slowly shuts the door to it. He’s parked outside the warehouse and smoke is still slowly exiting the cockpit of the Camaro. Lilly Mae struts up to him and kisses him on the check.
“That was awesome. We should make that street legal. Have some fun.” She says as she hands him a can of Mountain Lightning.
Sutton nods. “Thanks babe.”
Lilly slaps him on the ass and walks back inside the warehouse. Sutton pops open the can and reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his can of chew.
“You see this? Not just the car but the logo on the side of it. All of this. It’s mine. Bought and paid for, titled in my name.”
Sutton slaps his hand on the roof of the car. He pops open the can of chew and stuffs his lip. Snapping the lid back on he tosses it on the roof next to his can of pop.
“And this….”
Sutton kneels down and points to the logo.
“Redneck Remedy. That there would be my brand. My recipe. Every bottle you pick up has my name on it. I came up with it, it’s my own and no one else’s. That RV, everything in that building….all of it. That shit would be….”
Spits.
“Mine. That’s something you can’t understand Danny. You can’t go in your garage and point to something and go, yeah that pile of shit right there, that is mine. I paid for it. I busted my ass for it. Naw, you be like, That is my wife’s. That too. She bought all of this stuff, she paid for all of it. I just ride in it. This car right here.”
Sutton stands up.
“When I got a couple of big checks, I dropped 85 large on this and it didn’t come with a motor or a trans. No wiring. Hell it didn’t even have a seat in it. Just a dash. I then cut a check and got the biggest baddest motor from Chevy I could get that would fit. Linko trans, 9 inch out back. As soon as I got the motor, I took it to the shop and had it up on the dyno and told them to see what it has, then I dropped another 30 grand to make more power. I spent countless nights and days putting this car together. I cut my hands, burned my finger tips, bruised my knees and busted my knuckles up just thrashing on this thing getting it ready for the strip. At the end of the night, right here.”
Sutton walks to the rear tires and kneels down next to it and points to where the tire touches the concrete.
“Right there….where the rubber meets the road. 730 horses man. I have the sheets to prove it and as you just saw, I can’t get all of that power to the ground. No matter what I try, I’ve gone through I don’t know how many set ups I just can’t get all of the power to hook up. But that is okay. Wanna know why?”
Sutton holds up his two hands.
“Cuz these two hands caused that problem and one day when I’m done in the ring I’ll solve that problem and when I get all of those ponies down...man what a ride this will be. I can’t wait. And speaking of something else I can’t for.”
Sutton spits and stands up.
“These two fists are going to solve another problem and unlike my traction problem on my drag car, that problem would be that you Danny just don’t know when to shut up. You run at the mouth and zero abilities to back it up. Much like your home life, where you stop and look around and look at all of the stuff your wife has accomplished, you have nothing to suggest you can beat me let alone win the NAW Horizon championship. I don’t even care if it’s Christmas time and you went to the mall and sat on Santa’s lap and told him how much of a good boy you were all year, how you brushed your teeth and kept your room clean, you still ain’t getting that belt. And it has nothing to do with me beating your ass at Holiday Fear. It has nothing to do just how pissed you have made me. Hell it has nothing to do with what went down last week because Savage and Jeckel will get theirs in due time. It has everything to do with one fact….a fact you have stated a couple of times now.”
Spits.
“You ain’t ever accomplished anything in your career. Other then somehow getting your old lady to say I do, you haven’t accomplished anything your LIFE. Especially when it comes to the NAW. How does it feel Danny to know that the guy who is going to defeat you for the Horizon championship has just walked into NAW like, 15 minutes ago and in 3 matches has accomplished more than you in almost a year? I bet that must make you real jealous huh?”
Spits
“I haven’t been defeated in that ring and that is a trend that will continue this week. It’s not being over confident, it’s just that I know who my opponent is and what he brings to the ring, and that is very little. While you’re busy trying to win the cerebral match, which you’re not very good at, I’ve been focusing in on the physical part of the match. Like, how much blood I’m going to draw from you. This isn’t going to be a white Christmas, it’s going to a red Christmas and you’re going to as red as Santa’s suit when it’s all said and done. It took me 3 matches to earn…..EARN a shot at gold here in the NAW. You were just given the match because two other knuckleheads have a bone to pick with you. You didn’t earn anything let alone a shot at the Horizon championship.”
Spits
“Just take a look around the country Danny. You can easily divide the nation into 2 groups. Guys like me who put in the work, earn our keep and are willing to get our hands dirty. And guys like you, who are just handed shit without earning anything. You’re unable to get dirty, to get nasty. Just so you know, Edrick isn’t going to hand you that title when you lose. The charity ended when he fed you to me in a no DQ match. All you’ve talked about is how you are in my head…..I mean, if you were, if that was a thing. That isn’t going to get the job done son. This is a no DQ anything goes match. I’m dismantling that ring, throwing the guard rails at you, nicking Grandma’s purse and beating you over the head with it. That is the mental state I’m in. Causing bodily harm to you. I don’t need to be in your mind to do that. When I powerbomb through a stack of tables, crack your skull open with chair shots, blow your knee out when I wedge it somewhere it doesn’t belong and twist you in the wrong direction….those are the actions that are going to see me EARN that Horizon Championship. Cute little stories, acting like a tough guy, that sort of shit, isn’t going to cut it.”
Sutton holds up his two hands and looks at them.
“But….much like building this car. Building my first Still and bottling my first run of Shine….getting my hands dirty. Yeah that sort of thing guarantee victory cuz one thing I have learned in life is when I put my hands something, I get the job done. I have stuff to show off after words. I end up with trophies and belts that I can call….”
Sutton balls up his fists.
“Mine.”
Fade out.