Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 1, 2017 23:28:35 GMT
Scene opens up with Lilly Mae in all of her wonderful busty glory kicked back on the couch of their RV with the NAW Horizon championship sitting next to her. She is flipping through a magazine killing time.
“You know….” She says not looking up from the magazine. “I don’t know who that Crystal bitch is, where she comes from or who she thinks she is, but know this….honey”
Lilly lowers the magazine.
“The only man I have eyes for is Billy and not that….thing, who quite frankly could appear on an episode To catch a Predator. If my eyes do happen to catch a glimpse of him, it’s because Sutton is busy caving in his skull. You don’t have to worry about me, of all women in the NAW jumping on your guy and dry humping him. I would rather have a yeast infection then get with him and trust me, I don’t want whatever STD your guy has or a yeast infection. I didn’t appreciate you implying that I am this out of control whore who has to jump every guy I see. The only whore I see in the NAW is you and you can wear that title with pride. I’m Billy’s girl and that’s how it’s going to stay. Unlike your little boytoy there, Billy is a real man, built real nice and when I see Christian, I see one of those pretty boys from the south shore who’s afraid to get dirty, much like you. I couldn't help but wonder if you could pull your panties up any higher and talk shit bitch? Clearly you know nothing about me but here’s the thing bitch. I’m not a wrestler. You ain’t hittin shit on me and if you come lurking to start shit, I will straight up knock you the fuck out. I don’t have to get in that ring to fight, I’ll take you out behind the woodshed and just beat your dumb ass.”
Billy emerges from the bedroom of their RV fresh from a shower. His beard and hair is wet and dripping onto his bare chest. A towel covers him up. Lilly closes the magazine and tosses it on the couch next to her and smirks.
“Billy here got me a shirt at some place we stopped at on one of our many road trips and it says on the back of the shirt, No Flips, just fists. That’s me bitch and I have one hell of a left hook.”
Lilly stands up and walks up to Sutton and slides her hand up his chest and over his shoulders. She leans in and they kiss, after which she looks back at the camera.
“Just keep that it mind in case you get any funny ideas Friday night.”
They kiss again.
“How was your shower?” Lilly says as she draws circles on his chest with his index finger.
“Good. I feel so much better now that I have gotten that dirty, skin crawling feeling off of me after listen to Christian.”
“Hmmm I know what you mean.”
Later on that day after a workout in a gym that his agent and manager Nanook has set up a while back in Knoxville, Sutton, again fresh from a shower has one of his Redneck Remedy Moonshine T Shirts on and the NAW Horizon Title draped over his shoulder. Nanook, his manager and agent waddles into the picture. Nanook is seven foot tall and is round like a ball, well past the 400 mark hence the waddling….
“Well Billy, It took what? 3 months now?”
Sutton spits as he has his bottom lip full of chew. “Sumthing like that.”
“And we just might have found you a real opponent here in the North Atlantic Wrestling federation. It took some prying, almost some downright begging but finally at last, the NAw has placed in front of you someone worthily enough to call them a opponent and despite what you might think Christian, that is all we have wanted from day one, well that and this.”
Nanook slaps the face plate of the belt as he steps past Sutton.
“Championship gold of course has always been the number one goal of ours as it should be yours. If you're not in this business for shiney oversized belts that don’t hold your pants up then I would really wonder why you’re here in the first place and I’m glad you have taken a interested in this championship. I was starting to worry that there wouldn’t be a single person in the NAW who would step up and challenge Sutton for that championship.”
Nanook slides his hands in his pockets.
“Now, I don’t know how much you know of Sutton here, maybe you should do your homework and perhaps you have but Sutton here, in the span of three years have gone from a kid working the bouncey house at the county fair to this, A champion and that road has been rocky. From being just green, to poor life choices to being stuck in a place that didn’t think Sutton had what it took to be what he is today, a singles champion. Well we have the last laugh because that place, that promotion that wouldn’t give Sutton a shot, a honest shot, who went out of their way to keep him down on the card to downright just ignoring him folded a couple weeks ago. They went belly up and Sutton is the last man standing and look at him. All cleaned up, sober, wiser and sporting gold. Yeah, no one can question his ability no more.”
Nanook looks at Sutton and can't help but feel proud for him.
“So that leads me to this dilemma. St. Valentine’s Day Massacre is right around the corner and that championship right there will be up for grabs. Sutton is going to defend that championship at that show and let’s face it, that match is going to pay more than the match this Friday Christian and, even you can acknowledge that. So do I allow Sutton to get in that ring Friday night at Meltdown and go toe to toe with you or do I go to Edric and say, “Listen man! The money is in two weeks when that belt is on the line.” Cuz Sutton here, he isn’t like some of these other champions running around this sport afraid to defend his belt, Hell I have to talk him out putting that belt on the line at every show. I respect that and you should too. I find that Sutton’s desire to defend that belt as often as he can, to be seen as a true fighting champion very very honorable. Even you Christian have to give him a nod for that. I mean, let’s face it. Sutton has had a couple of matches already in the NAW that were, well meaningless. Nothing was on the line and other than bragging rights there was nothing to fight for. But now that he has that.”
Points at the Horizon Championship.
“Every match now has meaning. Meaning for him, for you, for the fans, for the company. Whenever he is in the ring with that around his waist, there is no throw away match and as his agent, I must protect my client. You seem to understand the bottom line Christian. The bottom line is very important. I want more than anything to see Sutton fight this Friday night, but I don’t want to give the match away for nothing you know. I hope you can understand the position I’m in.”
Sutton sighs. He takes the belt down off of his shoulder and hands it to Nanook.
“Hold dis fer a sec.” Sutton says as he then uses his finger to dig out the wad of chew in his lip. He flicks it on the floor.
“Let’s gets one thing straight. I don’t like you. I think you’re a slimy little fuck. I think you think too much of yourself. I heard what ya said and I still think the Power Trip is joke. Just a bunch of guys mugging it up because they can’t stand on their own two feet and fight like men. A bunch of posers and yeah your heard me correctly. I ain’t afraid of none of ya’s. I’ll take you all on and let’s face it, der isn’t anyone else in the NAW who will say that.”
Sutton steps in front of Nanook.
“Now, when Nanook called me the other day and told me about his concerns...well being real honest here. It annoyed the piss out of me. The last thing I want to do is postpone this here match another two weeks cuz, I don’t know if I can go two more weeks without embedding my fist in your face. I get where Nanook is coming from, but I don’t care. Like he said, I finally have a guy in front of me who is putting up a fight and der is nothing I love more than a good old fashion fight. It’s been a long time since I was in a bar room brawl, getting busted up over something stupid and when I see you and hear you flap your gums, boy, you remind me of one too many guys who would show up at the mud hole in their over built jacked up trucks with more chrome than anything else on it thinkin’ dat they're redneck and shit when in reality they're from fucking New York or some dumb shit. Bunch of loudmouths who can’t handle their liquor and have no clue what so ever and that is you. A guy who spends way too much time in the spray tan booth. I think that shit has affected that tiny brain of yours cuz this isn’t some fashion show, this is a knockdown drag out knuckle busting fight and I play for keeps Christian. Unlike Nanook here….”
Sutton glances over his shoulder and looks at Nanook quick. He then looks back at the camera.
“I’ll beat ya here dis week and not think twice about it. Edric and Nanook might want you and I go at again in two weeks and if that happens, i’ll be fine with that cuz I'll just beat ya down again but nothing will make me happier to throttle ya this week and ruin that dream of yours of thinking you're good enough to get a shot at this.”
Sutton snatches the belt from Nanook.
“The Horizon Championship cuz this right here…..”
Sutton slings the belt over his shoulder.
“Is mine.”
Fade out.
“You know….” She says not looking up from the magazine. “I don’t know who that Crystal bitch is, where she comes from or who she thinks she is, but know this….honey”
Lilly lowers the magazine.
“The only man I have eyes for is Billy and not that….thing, who quite frankly could appear on an episode To catch a Predator. If my eyes do happen to catch a glimpse of him, it’s because Sutton is busy caving in his skull. You don’t have to worry about me, of all women in the NAW jumping on your guy and dry humping him. I would rather have a yeast infection then get with him and trust me, I don’t want whatever STD your guy has or a yeast infection. I didn’t appreciate you implying that I am this out of control whore who has to jump every guy I see. The only whore I see in the NAW is you and you can wear that title with pride. I’m Billy’s girl and that’s how it’s going to stay. Unlike your little boytoy there, Billy is a real man, built real nice and when I see Christian, I see one of those pretty boys from the south shore who’s afraid to get dirty, much like you. I couldn't help but wonder if you could pull your panties up any higher and talk shit bitch? Clearly you know nothing about me but here’s the thing bitch. I’m not a wrestler. You ain’t hittin shit on me and if you come lurking to start shit, I will straight up knock you the fuck out. I don’t have to get in that ring to fight, I’ll take you out behind the woodshed and just beat your dumb ass.”
Billy emerges from the bedroom of their RV fresh from a shower. His beard and hair is wet and dripping onto his bare chest. A towel covers him up. Lilly closes the magazine and tosses it on the couch next to her and smirks.
“Billy here got me a shirt at some place we stopped at on one of our many road trips and it says on the back of the shirt, No Flips, just fists. That’s me bitch and I have one hell of a left hook.”
Lilly stands up and walks up to Sutton and slides her hand up his chest and over his shoulders. She leans in and they kiss, after which she looks back at the camera.
“Just keep that it mind in case you get any funny ideas Friday night.”
They kiss again.
“How was your shower?” Lilly says as she draws circles on his chest with his index finger.
“Good. I feel so much better now that I have gotten that dirty, skin crawling feeling off of me after listen to Christian.”
“Hmmm I know what you mean.”
Later on that day after a workout in a gym that his agent and manager Nanook has set up a while back in Knoxville, Sutton, again fresh from a shower has one of his Redneck Remedy Moonshine T Shirts on and the NAW Horizon Title draped over his shoulder. Nanook, his manager and agent waddles into the picture. Nanook is seven foot tall and is round like a ball, well past the 400 mark hence the waddling….
“Well Billy, It took what? 3 months now?”
Sutton spits as he has his bottom lip full of chew. “Sumthing like that.”
“And we just might have found you a real opponent here in the North Atlantic Wrestling federation. It took some prying, almost some downright begging but finally at last, the NAw has placed in front of you someone worthily enough to call them a opponent and despite what you might think Christian, that is all we have wanted from day one, well that and this.”
Nanook slaps the face plate of the belt as he steps past Sutton.
“Championship gold of course has always been the number one goal of ours as it should be yours. If you're not in this business for shiney oversized belts that don’t hold your pants up then I would really wonder why you’re here in the first place and I’m glad you have taken a interested in this championship. I was starting to worry that there wouldn’t be a single person in the NAW who would step up and challenge Sutton for that championship.”
Nanook slides his hands in his pockets.
“Now, I don’t know how much you know of Sutton here, maybe you should do your homework and perhaps you have but Sutton here, in the span of three years have gone from a kid working the bouncey house at the county fair to this, A champion and that road has been rocky. From being just green, to poor life choices to being stuck in a place that didn’t think Sutton had what it took to be what he is today, a singles champion. Well we have the last laugh because that place, that promotion that wouldn’t give Sutton a shot, a honest shot, who went out of their way to keep him down on the card to downright just ignoring him folded a couple weeks ago. They went belly up and Sutton is the last man standing and look at him. All cleaned up, sober, wiser and sporting gold. Yeah, no one can question his ability no more.”
Nanook looks at Sutton and can't help but feel proud for him.
“So that leads me to this dilemma. St. Valentine’s Day Massacre is right around the corner and that championship right there will be up for grabs. Sutton is going to defend that championship at that show and let’s face it, that match is going to pay more than the match this Friday Christian and, even you can acknowledge that. So do I allow Sutton to get in that ring Friday night at Meltdown and go toe to toe with you or do I go to Edric and say, “Listen man! The money is in two weeks when that belt is on the line.” Cuz Sutton here, he isn’t like some of these other champions running around this sport afraid to defend his belt, Hell I have to talk him out putting that belt on the line at every show. I respect that and you should too. I find that Sutton’s desire to defend that belt as often as he can, to be seen as a true fighting champion very very honorable. Even you Christian have to give him a nod for that. I mean, let’s face it. Sutton has had a couple of matches already in the NAW that were, well meaningless. Nothing was on the line and other than bragging rights there was nothing to fight for. But now that he has that.”
Points at the Horizon Championship.
“Every match now has meaning. Meaning for him, for you, for the fans, for the company. Whenever he is in the ring with that around his waist, there is no throw away match and as his agent, I must protect my client. You seem to understand the bottom line Christian. The bottom line is very important. I want more than anything to see Sutton fight this Friday night, but I don’t want to give the match away for nothing you know. I hope you can understand the position I’m in.”
Sutton sighs. He takes the belt down off of his shoulder and hands it to Nanook.
“Hold dis fer a sec.” Sutton says as he then uses his finger to dig out the wad of chew in his lip. He flicks it on the floor.
“Let’s gets one thing straight. I don’t like you. I think you’re a slimy little fuck. I think you think too much of yourself. I heard what ya said and I still think the Power Trip is joke. Just a bunch of guys mugging it up because they can’t stand on their own two feet and fight like men. A bunch of posers and yeah your heard me correctly. I ain’t afraid of none of ya’s. I’ll take you all on and let’s face it, der isn’t anyone else in the NAW who will say that.”
Sutton steps in front of Nanook.
“Now, when Nanook called me the other day and told me about his concerns...well being real honest here. It annoyed the piss out of me. The last thing I want to do is postpone this here match another two weeks cuz, I don’t know if I can go two more weeks without embedding my fist in your face. I get where Nanook is coming from, but I don’t care. Like he said, I finally have a guy in front of me who is putting up a fight and der is nothing I love more than a good old fashion fight. It’s been a long time since I was in a bar room brawl, getting busted up over something stupid and when I see you and hear you flap your gums, boy, you remind me of one too many guys who would show up at the mud hole in their over built jacked up trucks with more chrome than anything else on it thinkin’ dat they're redneck and shit when in reality they're from fucking New York or some dumb shit. Bunch of loudmouths who can’t handle their liquor and have no clue what so ever and that is you. A guy who spends way too much time in the spray tan booth. I think that shit has affected that tiny brain of yours cuz this isn’t some fashion show, this is a knockdown drag out knuckle busting fight and I play for keeps Christian. Unlike Nanook here….”
Sutton glances over his shoulder and looks at Nanook quick. He then looks back at the camera.
“I’ll beat ya here dis week and not think twice about it. Edric and Nanook might want you and I go at again in two weeks and if that happens, i’ll be fine with that cuz I'll just beat ya down again but nothing will make me happier to throttle ya this week and ruin that dream of yours of thinking you're good enough to get a shot at this.”
Sutton snatches the belt from Nanook.
“The Horizon Championship cuz this right here…..”
Sutton slings the belt over his shoulder.
“Is mine.”
Fade out.