'czecher'
The scene cuts back to the arena. The ring is carpeted with a tile like finish. In one corner of the ring sits a marble sink, in another a marble toilet bowl. In the center of a ring is a huge hot tub, bubbling hot. Sitting in the hot tub is the bleached-blonde head of The Idol Bill Dynamite. He sits back and grabs the mic sitting on a table near by.
Bill Dynamite
eWo, get your loafers ready and your sponge poised, it’s time for Bill’s Big Bath! Last time you saw this much meat in water, it was the great cow suicide of 1976. So without further ado I shall introduce to you an eWo Hall of Famer… like me, a former eWo World Champion… like me… Ladies and gentlemen… It’s Czecher!
"Hollywood" hits and Czecher casually walks down the ramp into the ring, completely ignoring everybody and everything around him. He broodingly walks up the stairs and into the ring. Czecher takes a long look at the bath before Bill motions for him to get in. Czecher slowly steps into the bath, bringing his shovel in with him.
Bill Dynamite
Czecher it's an honour and a pleasure to have an eWo hall of famer and a former eWo World Champion on Bill's Big Bath... and it's great to have you on too. How the devil are you?
Czecher
"Ya know me Bill. I'm just peachy, living in my single one windowed room, shackled to my bed. How the hell do you think I am?"
Bill Dynamite "Well as long as you're happy. I notice you didn't even bother buying trunks as you're sitting in the bath tub in full wrestling attire."
Czecher
"Well, why should I buy some trunks? As much as I love your company, I don't plan on staying too long. Things to do, people to... well, next question."
Bill Dynamite
"Yeah i have a question, is it nessesary to have the shovel in the bath? that thing is fucking filthy!"
Czecher
"Filthy, Bill? How dare you, without this shovel would you have ever been able to bury some of you deepest secrets and cover up your ugly past? No...I don't think so. Yes, it is nessesary for me to bring my shovel...oh, or is it making you nervous?"
Bill Dynamite
"Nervous? last time i was nervous, Germany invaded Poland. It's been a while since we've had a good sit down and had a chat, in a bath or otherwise since you beat seven shades of shit out of your wife with your shovel."
Czecher
"You were around when Germany invaded Poland, eh? Bill, you don't strike me as a day over...ok, I suppose it's a plausable thought while just looking at you...As for Sarah, she had it coming...A lot of people have it coming."
Bill Dynamite
"It's true. Sarah never liked me, i don't know why. There were times when i thought about grabbing Captain shovel and smacking her silly myself. But i didn't want to catch hepititus B from that disgusting bloodstained rust infested shovel of yours. mind you, i would have caught worse things off your wife."
Czecher
"Whatever my wife had, Bill, came from you. And my shovel, it is more pure than anything in this bath."
Bill Dynamite
"Heh, thats for sure. so whats the plan for Czecher in the future? I know in your free time away from that cell, you like to turn up at eWo events and smash the shit out of people. but where's this going?"
Czecher
"Why does it have to have a purpose, or a future? Why can't I just do it for fun..."
Bill Dynamite
"I suppose we all get enjoyment from different things. I like a good cigar, 3 fingers of glenlivet and a piece of jailbait ass... you... you like to execute people with garden tools."
Czecher
"We all have our pleasures...but jailbait, that's just sick."
Bill Dynamite
"Oh shut up. if we're playing a game called 'who's the sickest?', then i have one for you... you've been smashing the shit out of people left right and centre recently. first your wife, then Kieron Cole, then my protege Bobby Dynamite... who's to say the 'mysterious' death of your son wasn't just you doing a bit of midnight gardening?"
Czecher
"Watch your fat mouth, Bill...Just watch it. You're playing a danergous game..."
Bill Dynamite
"Czecher we go back a long time... but you need to know your place. you've played second fiddle to me throughout your whole career and don't think you can come on my show and try and upstage me now."
Czecher
"Oh Billy...I already have."
With a tidal wave of bath water, Czecher smacks the shovel into Dynamite’s face, breaking his nose instantly. Czecher stands up tall as Dynamite hangs on to the edge of the bath as his other hand checks the damage to his face. Czecher raises the shovel over his head again and Dynamite begs him not to strike him again. Czecher takes a deep breath and a demonic smile spreads over his face. He strikes Dynamite with the shovel to the head again, and again and again. Dynamite slumps backwards and sinks into the now crimson water. Czecher steps out of the bath, dripping blood and water onto the floor as he leaves, looking ahead, ignoring the boos of the crowd.