|| Agents Corlione and Lawrence arrive at Bill Dynamite’s house. Bill stands at the door with his arms crossed watching them pull into the drive. The lock on the door has been busted open. Bill doesn’t look pleased as Corlione and Lawrence step out of the car, Lawrence flicks his pen and opens his notebook. ||

Bill: How long does it take you guys to get down here?

Corlione: We came as quick as we could, Mr Dynamite.

Bill: Yeah but I don’t know if you’ve noticed but some nut-bag is planning on taking me out, and I wouldn’t mind a little help from you guys to stop that happening.

Lawrence: Mr Dynamite…

Bill: Bill… It’s Bill… For God’s sakes.

Lawrence: Bill. 2 officers were sent straight away. Are they here?

Bill: Yeah they’re here. But personally I’d feel safer if you sent Hannibal Lecter down here. These guys make Dylan Dunn look in-shape.

Corlione: Bill, do you make a habit of insulting people? I’ve noticed that whenever we talk to you, you seem to take shots at everybody. I can’t help but think that you won’t learn a lesson when you’ve been given a chance to do so.

Bill: What the hell is that supposed to mean, Jabba?

Corlione: What I mean is, the probable cause of these death threats is that someone really doesn’t like you very much. But it doesn’t surprise me that we have such a large list of suspects. From what I hear, you’ve taken shots at every wrestler around, and maybe… Just maybe, if you didn’t take shots at everybody, we would have a much easier job to do.

Bill: Why don’t you just do your job and stop dreaming of an easier life. Yeah I’ve pissed a lot of people off. And yeah, you could say I’m one of the most hated people in the business. But right now, my life is on the line and I would appreciate it if you just DID YOUR JOB!

Lawrence: Ok Mr Dynamite, do ya wanna show us around the place. Take us through, tell us what’s been changed, what seems to have been left for a reason.

|| Bill pushes the door open and walks in followed by the agents. They walk through the hallway with Bill pointing out a few discrepancies. ||

Bill: This is a picture of me and Notoriou$ celebrating in the ring after his last ever match. That was an emotional night for me and Notes. But this asshole has smashed it and written ‘No more’ over it. It’s ruined. I don’t even know if there’s another copy of this photo out there.

Lawrence: ‘No More’? any ideas on what that could mean?

Bill: How the hell do I know. My best guess would be that Notes ain’t around no more.

Corlione: Maybe meaning your buddy ain’t around to watch your back anymore.

Bill: Well sure. That’d make sense.

Lawrence: Is there anybody out there, or on the list we got, that you AND this guy Notoriou$ screwed over? Or pissed of somehow?

Bill: Well as you know, I pissed off a lot of people. But one that springs to mind is Magnus Diesel.

Corlione: Diesel. The guy that died in the car accident?

Bill: Right. Notoriou$ was booked to fight Magnus Diesel is the final of the GWC World Heavyweight Championship tournament. I was in hospital, I had a stress fracture in my neck. They both came to see me in hospital for guidance. I made Magnus believe I would help him. I gave him some bogus advice. When it came to the match, I knew that Andy Harmon and his henchmen would screw Magnus out of the World Title and help Notoriou$. I knew that I’d be sitting there at ringside in a wheelchair knowing full well I could walk and run and even fight. After Magnus was screwed, and Notoriou$ won the match, I got up out of that wheelchair and delivered a massive blow to Magnus’ head with a steel chair. It hurt him bad. Not only physically, but emotionally too. He wasn’t expecting that. I was his brother’s best friend, and I betrayed them both that night.

Lawrence: His brother… British Brawler, Andrew Chambers?

Bill: That’s right.

Corlione: No wonder this Chambers guy held a grudge. You completely fucked them both over. They trusted you. British Brawler brought you into FWL, the place you made your name. And this is how you repay him? By screwing him and his brother over? Not only professionally but personally too. Although you couldn’t be charged with anything, you did a very shitty thing that night at FWL Xtreme Dream. You supposedly convinced a Limo driver to commit suicide. Now that’s an offence. But lucky for you they found some evidence that the driver was contemplating taking his own life before that night. Otherwise you’d be in some trouble. Also, there was nothing that linked you with the 2 guys that loaded him into that trunk. Those guys had a separate agenda with Magnus. They were proved to have not known about the Limo drivers intentions. So they were also lucky to get away with it. So when you look at it, Magnus died through no fault of his own. He died because of other people’s idiotic and thoughtless actions. Magnus died for nothing, and nobody was held responsible for their actions. I can’t blame the British Brawler for being extremely pissed off with you.

|| Bill begins to take them round the rest of the house. As they walk through, they have to step over the smashed glass, broken furniture and scattered feathers from the torn sofa. ||

Corlione: Not only did you play a part in his death, but you felt the need to ruin his funeral. Why was that Mr Dynamite? Why would you do a thing like that?

Bill: Haven’t you got that yet? I’m an asshole. Apparently. I had just beaten Magnus at Xtreme Dream in a ladder match for $500,000. I was on top of the world. Then he goes and dies and steals the attention. He stole my thunder. Not only that. But Brawler, the little bitch, blamed me, JUST ME, for Magnus’ death. He talked a load of bullshit making me out to be the biggest piece of shit on the planet. Well I can’t have that. Brawler deserved to know that I was still around and I wanted to show him that at any time, I could ruin his day. I wanted him to know that I was a whole lot better than him, and there was no place he could go to get away.

Lawrence: So you blew up the ceremony?

Bill: Don’t try and trick me into saying I had anything to do with the explosion. That was years ago. All you guys have is a motive. Nothing else. You couldn’t get me back then, and you won’t get me now.

Corlione: We’re not here to prosecute you, Mr Dynamite. We’re here to help you live another day. We’re here to catch the person who is sending you death threats. We want to stop this person before the threats turn into reality. Now Bill, can you tell us why they would send threats and not just kill you? If somebody was adamant of assassinating you, surely they would have by now. It would be easier to catch you off guard, with surprise instead of sending you death threats knowing that that approach would alert the authorities.

Bill: Well it’s obvious this nob jockey is fucking with me. I don’t know if it’s just bullshit to stop me winning on Sunday or I’m actually days, maybe hours, maybe minutes away from being taken out.

Lawrence: Bill, with us here, and the SWAT team we have arriving outside, it’d take a real dumbass or Arnold fucking Swartzenegger to kill you right now.

Bill: Well I hope so.

|| A mobile phone rings and everyone checks their pockets. Agent Lawrence pulls out his phone and holds it up. ||

Lawrence: It’s mine. Excuse me.

|| While Lawrence talks on his mobile, Corlione looks around the living room. ||

Corlione: This is a nice place. A very nice place. How do you afford something like this?

Bill: Being successful at my what I do, commercials, a few movies… a lot of things.

Corlione: Well whatever you do, you’ve done well. You should be proud of yourself. Your family should be proud of you. What do your parents think about your career.

Bill: My parents died when I was just a kid. There was a fire in our house, nobody knows how it was started.

Corlione: Oh really? That’s too bad. I’m sorry.

Bill: It’s ok, they were arseholes. Not as much of an arsehole as the piece-a-shit who did this. Look at this. This place is a complete mess! But what hurts me the most, among all this trashed stuff, because that’s all it is… stuff. Is that this scumbag had to trash my trophy cabinet. It’s ruined.

Corlione: What was in there?

Bill: A lot from my early days. Amateur titles, trophies, cups, shields. Look, look at this. This WAS my Young Amateur Wrestler of the Year Award. Now it’s just a smashed up, bent piece of metal! It was priceless to me. Now it’s worthless. But the strangest thing is, everything was destroyed apart from one thing. All my belts were destroyed including the FWL Intercontinental Championship and FWL Tag Team Championship, they’re just trash now. But you can see that sitting there, still as polished and clean as it was this morning, the x2w World Heavyweight Championship belt. I’m happy it’s still there, don’t get me wrong, but why is it? Why, Agent Corlione? Why leave one belt? Whoever did this left it there on purpose. They’re fucking with me.

Corlione: It’s interesting. Am I to believe you beat British Brawler for this belt?

Bill: Yeah, why? You can’t possibly think it’s him. He died about a year ago. He ain’t comin’ back!

Corlione: The likelihood of that happening is not promising. But you could look at this another way, why would someone who wanted to kill you leave huge clues to who they are? Usually, this would be a standard man-hunt for Andrew Chambers. But considering his circumstances, that can’t really happen. The likelihood is, he’s dead or very, very sick. So the way I look at this is, somebody is leaving these clues to convince you it’s somebody else. To take the heat off them. Lets consider for one second that it’s Dylan Dunn. Dunn would try and do something to make it look like someone else. That belt probably doesn’t mean a single thing to him, but he knows that it meant a lot to somebody else. He could have left that belt knowing that you’d assume it was British Brawler. But I’m not saying it’s Dunn. I hope he’s not that stupid.

Bill: Yeah, but maybe he is. I still can’t rule him out. He’s a sneaky little slag. I have to fight him on Sunday and I bet he’s laughing right now, knowing that I’m not going into that 2 out of 3 falls match with 100% of my mind on the match.

Corlione: So this match on Sunday, against Dylan Dunn. We’re thinking of buying the Pay Per View.

Bill: Bullshit you are. Your gun wielding ass will be sitting at ringside, protecting my World Championship self.

Corlione: Seriously? You’re inviting us to ringside? For Bound for Glory?

Bill: Yeah if it’s not too much trouble. I’d like you there with a team of guys making sure I make it through the match. But if I see you cheering for Dylan Dunn I’ll come down there and ram your gun up your ass.

Corlione: But Dunn is the favourite.

Bill: He’s the fan’s favourite. But what do the crowd win? Nothing! The crowd don’t win shit. I win. I’m the real favourite. I’m the wrestler’s favourite. I’m Bill Dynamite’s favourite! Any real wrestling fan, or wrestler himself will be watching this match knowing full well that I am the better talent. No doubt Dunn is younger, possibly looking in better shape. But I’ve got my fitness and physique back recently. I am the more physical wrestler. I’m stronger and have the superior wrestling ability. Everybody knows that Dunn is decent, he has talent, no doubt. But he’s no Bill Dynamite.

Corlione: So you’re that confident you’ll win?

Bill: Not a single solitary doubt in my mind. Even if Erin Jacobs is the special guest referee. I know Erin Jacobs is an honourable man. I respect him as a wrestler, as an athlete and as a man. I know he is professional enough to hold our differences at arms length for one match. I just hope he doesn’t have a separate agenda.

Corlione: Erin Jacobs versus Bill Dynamite would be possibly the most anticipated match in history. Jacobs must know that. So does he remain impartial, count the 1..2..3 that wins you the World Title and fight you for it honourably? Or does he screw you over, set up the biggest match in history but ruin it because it won’t be for the title?

Bill: I’ve already said, I wont be screwed over in this match. I refuse. I’ve had too much of a SHITTY week to lay down for some asshole and be taken up the jacksie. If I get screwed over, it’ll be my last match.

Corlione: I hope I can talk you out of that. You deserve better. You deserve to go out the World Champion. If it doesn’t happen this time just hang in there… I know you’ll get your chance again. You’re one of the best.

Bill: Wrong, Agent Suckass… I am THE best… Period.

Lawrence: Ok that was the lab. No prints, no D.N.A on the 1st note. The second one is on it’s way. Also, we got the number the bogus call was made from. A guy called Kodak Hespeler.

Bill: What? That’s Czecher. My friend. This can’t be right.

Lawrence: Well that’s what the records say. He made 2 calls to you within a few minutes.

Bill: I got the bogus call, then after I hung up Czecher called me.

Lawrence: Well the telephone people say he made both of those calls.

Bill: This doesn’t make sense. Czecher wouldn’t do this.

Corlione: There could be an easier explanation than he’s trying to kill you.

Bill: Like what, genius?

Corlione: Maybe this was a prank that went too far. You said yourself you’re not the type to call the police with this sort of thing. It was only the fact that your lady friend was here that you decided to call the cops. Maybe he thought you wouldn’t call the cops and thought this would be over in a day. But now it’s gone too far he doesn’t want to own up.

Lawrence: Hey. Just got a report that someone phoned in an anonymous tip-off about a car-bomb. Bomb squad were sent to a black MPV in Maple BLVD. They found nothing. No bomb. Nothing. Except a note… It’s another one for you, Bill. Here’s the fax. Wanna look at it, or not?

Bill: Yeah. Gimme that…

|| Bill lets out a disappointing sigh and rests on the worktop. ||

Lawrence: Calm down, Bill. We still haven’t checked this note with the other notes. We don’t know if this is the same person or somebody else trying to copycat.

Bill: Copycat? I hope the media don’t know about this.

Lawrence: No we haven’t released a thing. But somehow information makes it’s way out. But maybe the suspect was on his or her way to your house or maybe somewhere else with intention to leave the note, but maybe something happened to them and the car sat idle so somebody called in the bomb threat.

Bill: That’s unlikely at best!

Corlione: Bill we’re gonna go talk to your friend Kodak. Since the records show it was his number with the bogus call, we have to check it out no matter how trusted he is. And since you’re in a very delicate situation, we’d like you to stay with us. We’ll take 2 cars, and bring the SWAT team behind. Would that be OK with you?

Bill: Whatever it takes to keep my Main-Eventing self alive.

Lawrence: Then we should get going.