Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 5, 2017 21:06:54 GMT
“Jesus…” Sutton says as the scene fades in with him and Lillie standing outside of their RV somewhere with some GV Cola in their hands.
“Is that I how I used to sound?”
“Pretty much, I mean without the weed.” Lillie says.
“Hmmm.” Sutton says as he takes one last gulp of his cola.
“So this is the best that LR has for me? This guy? The Great Baz? A drunk. Stoner. This is the cream of the crop, your best of the best to set in front of me?” Sutton begins with as he removes his can of chew from his back pocket.
“I came here because I was told that the best of the North East was at LR and last week I get the All Southern Reject in Kris Slade who didn’t show up for the beating I gave him and this week, I get a fucking guy who can’t put together 2 sentences that make sense while being filmed by a guy in a pink speedo who most likely likes little boys. This is what the booking committee thought was a good talent to place in front of me? He’s a fucking drunk….how in the hell did he pass the drug test? You know, the test you fucking test you made me take. This is a joke and a slap in my face that I’m stuck facing this waste of space. Are you just out to plain old disrespect me and piss me off? I sure hope not cuz you’re not going to like me at all when I’m pissed.”
Sutton taps on the lid of his chew can and pops off the top. He takes a pinch of chew.
“You know something……”
Sutton pulls out his bottom lip and stuffs his lip.
“Here’s the thing. Baz. Just sit down in the corner and shut up. No one finds you funny. No one finds your act cute and don’t even sit there and try to tell me how tough you are. It’ll be a miracle that you even find your way down to the ring and I hate to give everyone watching the show tomorrow night a early spoiler, but Baz is going to lose, and it’s not just that he’s going to lose, but it’s how he’s going to lose. If you thought what I did to Slade last week was an embarrassment to pro wrestling, you just wait and see what I do this week to Baz and his butt buddy. I would say that I would slap him sober, but why bother, he’s a lost cause. In a couple of years his liver will begin to shut down and he’ll be done and die at an early age and I’m sure there will be retards out there on the net who will cry and post stupid shit on how he was their favorite wrestler and what not, but seriously, those people are just like you Baz. Complete losers. Their same morons who cheered me on and made me feel like I was ten feet tall and offered me a drink every time I got my ass kicked in that ring.”
Spits.
“If anything this match against you is a really strong reminder on why I continue to stay clean and sober. I know that’s not a very macho thing to say, that it doesn’t really make me look like a badass, but then again you know what makes me look like a badass?”
Spits again and picks up his championship belt from down south, of which he is still the holder of.
“Leather belts with big slabs of gold on them. This thing means more than any bottle of shine I have ever ran. It's worth more than any case of shine I’ve sold. Every deal I’ve done to secure the resources to go legit and become a legal Shiner doesn’t mean as much as this belt does cuz you see, this belt means that this road I’m on right now, walking the straight and narrow is the right path to be on. The only damn reason why I get in that ring is to win championships. The only damn reason I came to LR was to win championships. The only reason I'm going to beat you with inch of your life tomorrow night, is for another championship."
“Is that I how I used to sound?”
“Pretty much, I mean without the weed.” Lillie says.
“Hmmm.” Sutton says as he takes one last gulp of his cola.
“So this is the best that LR has for me? This guy? The Great Baz? A drunk. Stoner. This is the cream of the crop, your best of the best to set in front of me?” Sutton begins with as he removes his can of chew from his back pocket.
“I came here because I was told that the best of the North East was at LR and last week I get the All Southern Reject in Kris Slade who didn’t show up for the beating I gave him and this week, I get a fucking guy who can’t put together 2 sentences that make sense while being filmed by a guy in a pink speedo who most likely likes little boys. This is what the booking committee thought was a good talent to place in front of me? He’s a fucking drunk….how in the hell did he pass the drug test? You know, the test you fucking test you made me take. This is a joke and a slap in my face that I’m stuck facing this waste of space. Are you just out to plain old disrespect me and piss me off? I sure hope not cuz you’re not going to like me at all when I’m pissed.”
Sutton taps on the lid of his chew can and pops off the top. He takes a pinch of chew.
“You know something……”
Sutton pulls out his bottom lip and stuffs his lip.
“Here’s the thing. Baz. Just sit down in the corner and shut up. No one finds you funny. No one finds your act cute and don’t even sit there and try to tell me how tough you are. It’ll be a miracle that you even find your way down to the ring and I hate to give everyone watching the show tomorrow night a early spoiler, but Baz is going to lose, and it’s not just that he’s going to lose, but it’s how he’s going to lose. If you thought what I did to Slade last week was an embarrassment to pro wrestling, you just wait and see what I do this week to Baz and his butt buddy. I would say that I would slap him sober, but why bother, he’s a lost cause. In a couple of years his liver will begin to shut down and he’ll be done and die at an early age and I’m sure there will be retards out there on the net who will cry and post stupid shit on how he was their favorite wrestler and what not, but seriously, those people are just like you Baz. Complete losers. Their same morons who cheered me on and made me feel like I was ten feet tall and offered me a drink every time I got my ass kicked in that ring.”
Spits.
“If anything this match against you is a really strong reminder on why I continue to stay clean and sober. I know that’s not a very macho thing to say, that it doesn’t really make me look like a badass, but then again you know what makes me look like a badass?”
Spits again and picks up his championship belt from down south, of which he is still the holder of.
“Leather belts with big slabs of gold on them. This thing means more than any bottle of shine I have ever ran. It's worth more than any case of shine I’ve sold. Every deal I’ve done to secure the resources to go legit and become a legal Shiner doesn’t mean as much as this belt does cuz you see, this belt means that this road I’m on right now, walking the straight and narrow is the right path to be on. The only damn reason why I get in that ring is to win championships. The only damn reason I came to LR was to win championships. The only reason I'm going to beat you with inch of your life tomorrow night, is for another championship."