Post by @whirlwind_LLC on Jan 12, 2020 19:42:25 GMT -8
Nikki Mynx’s Getting to Know….
Series.
In its raw uncut form, Nikki Mynx is standing in a park on a nice sunny, warm winter day in Mexico. In the background is a picnic table by a tree that is providing a ton of shade. There is also a WhirlWind Wrestling backdrop that has been erected to block the shit hole of subpar “affordable” housing on the far end of the park, across the street where drug deals are going down, babies running around naked in the streets playing with their flea ridden dogs where the so called deplorables of Mexico are hanging out on the front stoop of their homes watching and wondering what in the hell is going on in their park. There is also a team of WW staff and crew slowly walking around with blue rubber gloves on picking up needles off of the ground. Nikki is fluffing out her hair with her hands and looks rather annoyed.
“Who suggested this site? Seriously, this place is crawling with HIV. It’s rather disgusting.” Nikki asks when from behind the camera she gets her answer from the producer.
“It was Sutton’s idea. He said he would do this as long as he could pick the spot.”
“What was wrong with the studio?”
“He didn’t want to be trapped in the studio.”
“Well, he’s an idiot.” Nikki says as she finishes fluffing/combing/playing with her long blonde hair. “Can we just get this over with? I’m like, done with this.” She then adds.
“Let’s get the opening in the can and then we can move on, okay?”
“Yup.”
“Quite on the set!” The producer and also the director it appears says and everyone in the background scatters out of the shot. Nikki puts on a huge smile. “Action!”
“Hello! Happy Holidays everyone! I’m Nikki Mynx and today I have a very special guest in what I’m hoping will become a new series for the website as well as our Youtube channel! Today I sit down with the newest member of the Whirlwind Wrestling family, here in this lovely park only a couple of blocks away from our home at the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon to introduce and hear from the man himself as to why he dislikes Nanook, Whirlwind Wrestling’s first and only superhero, Bester Freund and why he has decided to sign with Whirlwind Wrestling after being away from the sport for over two years. Today, we get to know Sutton! So please, join me as I dig into this complicated story from a complicated man and get to the bottom of this love and hate relationship. Also, if you like this video and this series, please give us a like, hit subscribe and be sure to ring the bell! So join me, as we get to know the NASCAR loving, Moonshine making, redneck from Hickory North Carolina! Join me as we get to know, Bill Sutton!”
“Perfect! Nikki! That was perfect!” The producer yells. Nikki blushes some. Could there be a thing between the two?
Nikki is seated on one side of the picnic table and standing across from her, setting his spit cup down on the table, along with his can of chew, Kodiak long cut wintergreen if you must know, a mason jar with some sort of clear liquid in it is Sutton. Once he has everything down on the table, he takes a seat himself and over his left shoulder, you can see his RV in the background where his girlfriend has set up a table and is selling jars of his shine, Redneck Remedy right there on the sidewalk. We have yet to meet his girlfriend, this being the first time we have ever seen her, and from afar, she is a real cutie.
Nikki: “Sutton. Thank you for joining me today.”
Sutton taps on the lid of his can of chew. He glances up at Nikki and doesn’t say anything.
Nikki: “It was announced just the other day that you have come to an agreement with Whirlwind Wrestling! The company is very pleased to have you under contract. We have heard from the fans and they seem to be very excited to have you here, but there is just one question everyone has been asking me since you signed on with Whirlwind. Why?”
Sutton pops open his chew can and takes a pinch of chew. He doesn’t say anything as he tugs on his bottom lip and stuffs it full with chew. He then rubs his fingers together, cleaning them of any residue of chew and snaps the lid back on the can of chew. Still, he says nothing.
Nikki: “I…...did some research and the last time anyone saw you in the ring was back in San Francisco for a Darc Pro Sports as part of a tag team with Joe Jones. Both of you were in a team called the Universal Gentlemen. From my research, that was due in part of an old contract that you and Joe was tied to from another company that went under, a contract that Nanook, who at the time was acting as both of your managers, struck with this now defunct company. I understand that this contract was very ironclad, a contract so ironclad that it restricted you two from working anywhere, even though the company went under, it blocked both of you from working until that contract expired. To many wrestling fans out there watching this, it is very similar to the big money deals that WCW had on the books when the WWF bought the company in the early 2000’s. Also from my research, I discovered that you two found a loophole that did allow you to work on the indie scene as long as you flew the Knoxville Universal flag, pretty much showing that you two were "working for them". I read that this created a lot of legal battles for not only you and Joe, but for DARC Pro.”
Sutton picks up his coke bottle, that he uses as a spit cup and unscrews the cap, spits in it, which is as gross as you picture it.
Sutton: “Sweetheart.”
Nikki: “It’s Nikki.”
Sutton: “Whatever. No one gives a shit.”
Nikki: “I beg to differ…”
Sutton: “Those days of who’s contract I’m under, who, where I can work are long dead. Much like the group of assholes that ran that shit hole, it’s all water under the bridge. Quit beating a dead horse sweetie.”
Nikki: “It’s Nikki, and....”
Sutton: “Nikki, Hickie, whatever. Anyone watching this doesn’t give two shits about that Knoxville place, DARC Pro Sports, Joe, contracts, or why I’m here. Hell, truth be told, I don’t even give a shit why Ima here. Shit, I don’t even give a shit about the pissing match between Joe and Tubby (Nanook). I could care less about that soap opera drama bullshit.”
Nikki: “Okay?”
Sutton: “You see Sweetheart, Joe, he ain’t never gunna let dat shit go. Fuck if I know why either. That shit went down, what? 4, 5 years ago. Like, who gives a fuck now? I saw what happened last year in Southern Florida Championship Wrestling. Fucking Joe found Chamber, who, yea! That motherfucker REALLY holds a grudge like no motherfucker I have ever meant. Trust me, I know!”
Sutton spits in his cup, unscrews the lid from the mason jar.
Sutton: “Joe gets Chamber, Steve, whatever the fuck you want to call him, to beat the shit out of Nanook’s guys he had signed to his little agency at the time. He made one dude shit himself and run home while he just about crippled the other guy, fucking Nanook, he knew he was next. The big bad wolf came to collect from some shit from, what? 10, 15 years ago. Some bullshit in which Nanook screwed Chamber over with royalility. I mean, yeah. I get it. Nanook really fucked him over and you know, Tubby, he had it coming. But at the same time, it’s like, come on dude, just let it go. Move on with your life now.”
Spits and takes a sip of shine.
Sutton: “Tubby, he folded. He handed over his company to Joe, lost everything he had built in his life, much how Joe lost everything he had in his life just trying to get out of that fucking contract.”
Nikki: “Didn’t you fight to get out of it too?”
Sutton sighs and takes another sip of shine.
Sutton: “I started too, but god damn man, fucking lawyers would have cost more than what the deal paid. I sat down, and after looking at what I would have made in the ring if I signed elsewhere, I said fuck it. Dropped it. Paid some stupid fucking fine the parent company slapped on me. They made me swear I wouldn’t work elsewhere after I informed them I wasn’t going to buy my way out. Me and my girl, we skipped town, hit the highway and never looked back.”
Nikki: “But Joe? He fought to get out of the deal?”
Sutton: “Yeah, and forced himself into bankruptcy along the way. You see, don’t get me wrong, I like Joe, but man, sometimes, he is just downright fucking stupid. Yeah he fought, he fought em all the way to the bitter end. He liquidated everything he had just to finally get them to agree, to allow him to buy himself out of the deal, and there was no discount either. I’ll put it this way, He ended up spending more than what the original deal was worth to get out of it. I just said fuck it. Rode it out till it finally expired, which was last year.”
Nikki: “So you were collecting a check this whole time?”
Sutton laughs and spits in his bottle.
Sutton: “Fuck no! No pay, but couldn’t wrestle either till the contract finally ran out, plus six months with this no compete clause they added in. Fucking bastards. So yeah! I rode around, selling shine, expanding my empire in the moonshine game. Did some racing, stayed in shape, kept in touch with the guys and then, I was given an offer for my shine that I just couldn’t turn down. I took that, been living off that money ever since and I never looked back. I said da hell with Joe, Nanook, Chamber, the lot of em. Piss on him. I didn’t want their drama no more. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around my girl at night somewhere by a campfire under the stars while practicing making babies without actually making a baby.”
Nikki: “But….aren’t you back in the middle of this drama now?”
Sutton rubs his bearded chin and picks up his spit bottle. He spits in his bottle and sets it back down.
Sutton: “Yeah. Reckon you can say dat I am. It’s like, fuck me you know! Here I am, in middle of their pissing match.”
Nikki: “Then why are you?”
Sutton: “I’m here fer two reason sweet cheeks.”
Nikki glares at Sutton.
Sutton: “One. To get my hands on some championship gold. Let’s say that I feel like I have some unfinished business. All of dem years ago in Knoxville, I felt like I was just one match away from cashing in and catching me some gold. I busted my ass off there. I did what everyone told me to do, and somehow, I was always told that it wasn’t my time, I’m not ready. Always some sort of story, some sort of excuse as to why I couldn’t get a shot at the gold. A shot when I wasn’t banged up, a shot when I wasn’t wrapped in some other bullshit. They always seem to give me a shot when I was in middle of a war with someone, caught me off guard. Den, when I was just about to finally break through that 12 foot thick glass ceiling there, someone would run in and make sure that the status quo remained fully intact.”
Sutton spits and takes a sip.
Sutton: “Let’s just say, dat bullshit just rubbed me the wrong way. I grew tired of playin’ der games. And, well, that fire, that desire to be the face of the company, the big bad champion. It still burns inside me. I feel like I have yet to fully reach my potential you know. I haven’t had my time to shine, no pun.”
Nikki: “And your other reason?”
Sutton smirks. He takes a sip from his shine.
Sutton: “Fuck up dat der bald headed special needs fuck.”
Nikki with a confused look on her face.
Nikki: “Bester?”
Sutton: “Yeah! Bester! Fuck him and the bus he rode in on! Dat fucking guy. I don’t know why everyone has always been gaga over him, but let’s just say dat I have waited a long time to get my hands on him. Dat guy…...Tubby moved heaven and earth fer him. Pushed him to the front of the line while I got shuffled towards the back. Tubby stopped trying to get me booked, getting me matches in which I could work my way up the ladder. His attention, his full attention was on Bester. Straight up, Tubby told me, That guy is a money maker. That guy is going to pay the bills around here.”
Sutton scoops the chew out his bottom lip and flicks it on the ground. Nikki trying not to gag. He takes a sip of shine and leans in towards Nikki.
Sutton: “I’ve waited a real long time fer this yummy britches. A time and a place to show the pro wrassling world, the bosses here, Fat Ass and Joe who’s gone all starry eyed over that goof, dat he ain’t what he’s cracked up to be. In a real fight, he ain’t shit. He’s a flash in da pan. A side show act. Der is no money in him, no future. He ain’t someone you can build a company around, let alone let him prance around as your champ. I’m da real deal. I’m who you build a company around and I’ll give everyone in those stands a reason to boo me, or cheer me, and it won’t be because I pander to your fucking kid. You could say….”
Sutton leans back, he places his hands on the top of the picnic table and slowly stands up. He steps out from the table and picks up his mason jar and looks down at Nikki.
Sutton: “I’m free, free to send him back to special needs school on da blue bus with tears in his eyes and his ass bright red, red from da beating I’m gunna give him. Dat boy is ‘bout to get a lesson in what it means to be a real man. Know what I’m saying?”
Sutton takes one last sip of shine and starts to walk away.
Sutton: “Cya around tits.”
Nikki: “Names Nikki! Asshole!”
Fade out.
Series.
In its raw uncut form, Nikki Mynx is standing in a park on a nice sunny, warm winter day in Mexico. In the background is a picnic table by a tree that is providing a ton of shade. There is also a WhirlWind Wrestling backdrop that has been erected to block the shit hole of subpar “affordable” housing on the far end of the park, across the street where drug deals are going down, babies running around naked in the streets playing with their flea ridden dogs where the so called deplorables of Mexico are hanging out on the front stoop of their homes watching and wondering what in the hell is going on in their park. There is also a team of WW staff and crew slowly walking around with blue rubber gloves on picking up needles off of the ground. Nikki is fluffing out her hair with her hands and looks rather annoyed.
“Who suggested this site? Seriously, this place is crawling with HIV. It’s rather disgusting.” Nikki asks when from behind the camera she gets her answer from the producer.
“It was Sutton’s idea. He said he would do this as long as he could pick the spot.”
“What was wrong with the studio?”
“He didn’t want to be trapped in the studio.”
“Well, he’s an idiot.” Nikki says as she finishes fluffing/combing/playing with her long blonde hair. “Can we just get this over with? I’m like, done with this.” She then adds.
“Let’s get the opening in the can and then we can move on, okay?”
“Yup.”
“Quite on the set!” The producer and also the director it appears says and everyone in the background scatters out of the shot. Nikki puts on a huge smile. “Action!”
“Hello! Happy Holidays everyone! I’m Nikki Mynx and today I have a very special guest in what I’m hoping will become a new series for the website as well as our Youtube channel! Today I sit down with the newest member of the Whirlwind Wrestling family, here in this lovely park only a couple of blocks away from our home at the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon to introduce and hear from the man himself as to why he dislikes Nanook, Whirlwind Wrestling’s first and only superhero, Bester Freund and why he has decided to sign with Whirlwind Wrestling after being away from the sport for over two years. Today, we get to know Sutton! So please, join me as I dig into this complicated story from a complicated man and get to the bottom of this love and hate relationship. Also, if you like this video and this series, please give us a like, hit subscribe and be sure to ring the bell! So join me, as we get to know the NASCAR loving, Moonshine making, redneck from Hickory North Carolina! Join me as we get to know, Bill Sutton!”
“Perfect! Nikki! That was perfect!” The producer yells. Nikki blushes some. Could there be a thing between the two?
CUT TO THE INTERVIEW
Nikki is seated on one side of the picnic table and standing across from her, setting his spit cup down on the table, along with his can of chew, Kodiak long cut wintergreen if you must know, a mason jar with some sort of clear liquid in it is Sutton. Once he has everything down on the table, he takes a seat himself and over his left shoulder, you can see his RV in the background where his girlfriend has set up a table and is selling jars of his shine, Redneck Remedy right there on the sidewalk. We have yet to meet his girlfriend, this being the first time we have ever seen her, and from afar, she is a real cutie.
Nikki: “Sutton. Thank you for joining me today.”
Sutton taps on the lid of his can of chew. He glances up at Nikki and doesn’t say anything.
Nikki: “It was announced just the other day that you have come to an agreement with Whirlwind Wrestling! The company is very pleased to have you under contract. We have heard from the fans and they seem to be very excited to have you here, but there is just one question everyone has been asking me since you signed on with Whirlwind. Why?”
Sutton pops open his chew can and takes a pinch of chew. He doesn’t say anything as he tugs on his bottom lip and stuffs it full with chew. He then rubs his fingers together, cleaning them of any residue of chew and snaps the lid back on the can of chew. Still, he says nothing.
Nikki: “I…...did some research and the last time anyone saw you in the ring was back in San Francisco for a Darc Pro Sports as part of a tag team with Joe Jones. Both of you were in a team called the Universal Gentlemen. From my research, that was due in part of an old contract that you and Joe was tied to from another company that went under, a contract that Nanook, who at the time was acting as both of your managers, struck with this now defunct company. I understand that this contract was very ironclad, a contract so ironclad that it restricted you two from working anywhere, even though the company went under, it blocked both of you from working until that contract expired. To many wrestling fans out there watching this, it is very similar to the big money deals that WCW had on the books when the WWF bought the company in the early 2000’s. Also from my research, I discovered that you two found a loophole that did allow you to work on the indie scene as long as you flew the Knoxville Universal flag, pretty much showing that you two were "working for them". I read that this created a lot of legal battles for not only you and Joe, but for DARC Pro.”
Sutton picks up his coke bottle, that he uses as a spit cup and unscrews the cap, spits in it, which is as gross as you picture it.
Sutton: “Sweetheart.”
Nikki: “It’s Nikki.”
Sutton: “Whatever. No one gives a shit.”
Nikki: “I beg to differ…”
Sutton: “Those days of who’s contract I’m under, who, where I can work are long dead. Much like the group of assholes that ran that shit hole, it’s all water under the bridge. Quit beating a dead horse sweetie.”
Nikki: “It’s Nikki, and....”
Sutton: “Nikki, Hickie, whatever. Anyone watching this doesn’t give two shits about that Knoxville place, DARC Pro Sports, Joe, contracts, or why I’m here. Hell, truth be told, I don’t even give a shit why Ima here. Shit, I don’t even give a shit about the pissing match between Joe and Tubby (Nanook). I could care less about that soap opera drama bullshit.”
Nikki: “Okay?”
Sutton: “You see Sweetheart, Joe, he ain’t never gunna let dat shit go. Fuck if I know why either. That shit went down, what? 4, 5 years ago. Like, who gives a fuck now? I saw what happened last year in Southern Florida Championship Wrestling. Fucking Joe found Chamber, who, yea! That motherfucker REALLY holds a grudge like no motherfucker I have ever meant. Trust me, I know!”
Sutton spits in his cup, unscrews the lid from the mason jar.
Sutton: “Joe gets Chamber, Steve, whatever the fuck you want to call him, to beat the shit out of Nanook’s guys he had signed to his little agency at the time. He made one dude shit himself and run home while he just about crippled the other guy, fucking Nanook, he knew he was next. The big bad wolf came to collect from some shit from, what? 10, 15 years ago. Some bullshit in which Nanook screwed Chamber over with royalility. I mean, yeah. I get it. Nanook really fucked him over and you know, Tubby, he had it coming. But at the same time, it’s like, come on dude, just let it go. Move on with your life now.”
Spits and takes a sip of shine.
Sutton: “Tubby, he folded. He handed over his company to Joe, lost everything he had built in his life, much how Joe lost everything he had in his life just trying to get out of that fucking contract.”
Nikki: “Didn’t you fight to get out of it too?”
Sutton sighs and takes another sip of shine.
Sutton: “I started too, but god damn man, fucking lawyers would have cost more than what the deal paid. I sat down, and after looking at what I would have made in the ring if I signed elsewhere, I said fuck it. Dropped it. Paid some stupid fucking fine the parent company slapped on me. They made me swear I wouldn’t work elsewhere after I informed them I wasn’t going to buy my way out. Me and my girl, we skipped town, hit the highway and never looked back.”
Nikki: “But Joe? He fought to get out of the deal?”
Sutton: “Yeah, and forced himself into bankruptcy along the way. You see, don’t get me wrong, I like Joe, but man, sometimes, he is just downright fucking stupid. Yeah he fought, he fought em all the way to the bitter end. He liquidated everything he had just to finally get them to agree, to allow him to buy himself out of the deal, and there was no discount either. I’ll put it this way, He ended up spending more than what the original deal was worth to get out of it. I just said fuck it. Rode it out till it finally expired, which was last year.”
Nikki: “So you were collecting a check this whole time?”
Sutton laughs and spits in his bottle.
Sutton: “Fuck no! No pay, but couldn’t wrestle either till the contract finally ran out, plus six months with this no compete clause they added in. Fucking bastards. So yeah! I rode around, selling shine, expanding my empire in the moonshine game. Did some racing, stayed in shape, kept in touch with the guys and then, I was given an offer for my shine that I just couldn’t turn down. I took that, been living off that money ever since and I never looked back. I said da hell with Joe, Nanook, Chamber, the lot of em. Piss on him. I didn’t want their drama no more. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around my girl at night somewhere by a campfire under the stars while practicing making babies without actually making a baby.”
Nikki: “But….aren’t you back in the middle of this drama now?”
Sutton rubs his bearded chin and picks up his spit bottle. He spits in his bottle and sets it back down.
Sutton: “Yeah. Reckon you can say dat I am. It’s like, fuck me you know! Here I am, in middle of their pissing match.”
Nikki: “Then why are you?”
Sutton: “I’m here fer two reason sweet cheeks.”
Nikki glares at Sutton.
Sutton: “One. To get my hands on some championship gold. Let’s say that I feel like I have some unfinished business. All of dem years ago in Knoxville, I felt like I was just one match away from cashing in and catching me some gold. I busted my ass off there. I did what everyone told me to do, and somehow, I was always told that it wasn’t my time, I’m not ready. Always some sort of story, some sort of excuse as to why I couldn’t get a shot at the gold. A shot when I wasn’t banged up, a shot when I wasn’t wrapped in some other bullshit. They always seem to give me a shot when I was in middle of a war with someone, caught me off guard. Den, when I was just about to finally break through that 12 foot thick glass ceiling there, someone would run in and make sure that the status quo remained fully intact.”
Sutton spits and takes a sip.
Sutton: “Let’s just say, dat bullshit just rubbed me the wrong way. I grew tired of playin’ der games. And, well, that fire, that desire to be the face of the company, the big bad champion. It still burns inside me. I feel like I have yet to fully reach my potential you know. I haven’t had my time to shine, no pun.”
Nikki: “And your other reason?”
Sutton smirks. He takes a sip from his shine.
Sutton: “Fuck up dat der bald headed special needs fuck.”
Nikki with a confused look on her face.
Nikki: “Bester?”
Sutton: “Yeah! Bester! Fuck him and the bus he rode in on! Dat fucking guy. I don’t know why everyone has always been gaga over him, but let’s just say dat I have waited a long time to get my hands on him. Dat guy…...Tubby moved heaven and earth fer him. Pushed him to the front of the line while I got shuffled towards the back. Tubby stopped trying to get me booked, getting me matches in which I could work my way up the ladder. His attention, his full attention was on Bester. Straight up, Tubby told me, That guy is a money maker. That guy is going to pay the bills around here.”
Sutton scoops the chew out his bottom lip and flicks it on the ground. Nikki trying not to gag. He takes a sip of shine and leans in towards Nikki.
Sutton: “I’ve waited a real long time fer this yummy britches. A time and a place to show the pro wrassling world, the bosses here, Fat Ass and Joe who’s gone all starry eyed over that goof, dat he ain’t what he’s cracked up to be. In a real fight, he ain’t shit. He’s a flash in da pan. A side show act. Der is no money in him, no future. He ain’t someone you can build a company around, let alone let him prance around as your champ. I’m da real deal. I’m who you build a company around and I’ll give everyone in those stands a reason to boo me, or cheer me, and it won’t be because I pander to your fucking kid. You could say….”
Sutton leans back, he places his hands on the top of the picnic table and slowly stands up. He steps out from the table and picks up his mason jar and looks down at Nikki.
Sutton: “I’m free, free to send him back to special needs school on da blue bus with tears in his eyes and his ass bright red, red from da beating I’m gunna give him. Dat boy is ‘bout to get a lesson in what it means to be a real man. Know what I’m saying?”
Sutton takes one last sip of shine and starts to walk away.
Sutton: “Cya around tits.”
Nikki: “Names Nikki! Asshole!”
Fade out.
