|| The World Heavyweight Championship match at Bound for Glory is just days away. But ‘The Idol’ Bill Dynamite has had other things on his mind. Since receiving a death threat days ago, Bill hasn’t had 5 minutes to think about or prepare for the biggest test of his EWO career… A 2 out of 3 falls match against ‘The Dealer’ Dylan Dunn. ||

|| Arriving outside Kodak Hespeler a.k.a Czecher’s house is 2 unmarked police cars and a SWAT van. Sitting in the back of the second car is Bill Dynamite. Agents Lawrence and Corlione step out and Lawrence opens the backdoor for Bill. They walk over to the front door and Czecher opens the door before they even get to it. ||

Czecher: What’s going on. Bill, are you ok?

Lawrence: Mr Hespeler. I’m Agent Lawrence, this is Agent Corlione, we’ve talked before briefly. Is it alright with you if we come inside and ask you a few questions?

Czecher: Sure. Of course.

|| Maybe 10 minutes later, Bill stands in Czecher’s kitchen watching over the agents and Czecher talking. ||

Lawrence: Now are you sure you didn’t call Bill twice that night?

Czecher: Well intentionally I called him once. But something might have happened before. I have Bill on speed-dial, I might have called him by accident. My wife, my son and I are always sitting on the remote and the phone. Anything could have happened.

Lawrence: Let me play the tape.

|| Corlione slaps the tape into the player and turns the volume up. They listen closely to the tape and hear nothing but sketchy sound. ||

Bill: I don’t hear anything.

Corlione: Wait… There. You hear that?

Czecher: What?

Bill: Yeah what are we meant to be hearing?

Lawrence: Rewind it. Play it again.

Corlione: Let me turn off all the back noise. There. You hear it this time? That sound. It’s like a kid’s toy, what is that?

Czecher: That’s his Speak & Spell!

Bill: Who’s?

Czecher: Michael, my son.

Bill: So what?

Corlione: So this means there is a high probability that your son was playing around the phone. He may have touched the speed-dial.

Lawrence: Ok… it’s not proof of anything, but it doesn help us out a great deal. I don’t think we need to ask you anymore questions, Mr Hespeler. Come on, Bill. Let’s go.

Bill: Is it alright if I have a talk with Czecher?

Lawrence: Yeah, of course. We’ll be outside.

Bill: Thanks. Czechs, sit down. This is important to me, that I ask you, as a man, if you had anything to do with all this.

Czecher: I won’t pretend I know what you’re going through. But I do understand that it must be a real kick in the nuts to go through. But Bill… You’re my best friend. I would never… EVER do anything like this to you. Not even for a joke. And I think you know that.

Bill: I believe that. And I want to believe it. But I have to check out all possibilities, all avenues. Someone is threatening my life, this is hell… I need to know who it is. 2 weeks ago, I beat you in the ring, 1 on 1 in the Semi Finals. I said before that we would do it clean. We both said that we wouldn’t hold back at any point but we wouldn’t cheat. I said I wouldn’t cheat and I did. I cheated to beat you. I put my legs up on the ropes to gain leverage, to make sure you wouldn’t kick out. You wanna know why?

Czecher: Why?

Bill: Because I think you’re one of the best young talents around. You have it in you to go all the way. You were in the semi finals of the tournament, and you could’ve gone all the way to the final. But I didn’t want to be the 1st victim of the new Czecher era. You gave me a good beating in that match. I had to do something to stop you winning and when I hit you with the Dynamighty, I saw the pin is my head over and over again. Czecher kicks out, Czecher kicks out! Czecher kicks out of the Dynamighty!

Czecher: But I didn’t though did I?

Bill: No. But I had my feet on the ropes. If I hadn’t put my feet on the ropes, you might have kicked out. All I need to know is, are you pissed with me for doing that?

Czecher: No. You didn’t do anything I didn’t expect from you. You’re Bill Dynamite. You cheat. You do whatever it takes to win the match. You cheated, and you won. But I’m not pissed. I believe my time will come. And if my time comes and it’s you who’s across from me in the ring with the World Title, I hope you’ll understand that I also will cheat to win!

Bill: You’re turning into a real main event guy. I hope you do it some day.

Lawrence: Hey I’m sorry to interrupt… But the police have picked up Andy Harmon. Apparently, he was seen with known contract killer, Boris Kolkoff yesterday. The cops know your history with this guy and decided to pick him up for questioning. We’re going down there. We need you, for security reasons to come along.

|| After leaving Czecher’s house, they make their way to the Police Station where Andy Harmon is giving a statement. Bill sits in the back of the cop car, something he’s not a stranger to. ||

Corlione: So how come I don’t hear you ripping into Dylan Dunn? Usually, you’d tear your opponent from here to Cancun.

Bill: Well I suppose I’ve had other things on my mind, yunno. It seems I have this reputation for ribbing people, and acting the clown. Well that gets boring every now and then. I’m bored with it. I think it’s time that Billy D got down to business and stops worrying about what other people think, and making people laugh. I don’t want to be one big joke. I don’t want to be pathetic… I don’t want to be a nobody… I don’t want to be Cody Carson…

Lawrence: Who?

Bill: Cody Carson…

Lawrence: Never heard of him.

Corlione: No me neither.

Bill: Exactly.

Lawrence: He new?

Bill: New to what, puberty? Yes. Obviously.

Corlione: He any good in the ring?

Bill: I have no idea, ask Dylan Dunn and he’ll tell ya if he’s good in bed. If that helps.

Lawrence: I’d rather not.

Bill: He’ll make a name for himself like Rich Van Dam. But enough about that nobody, you guys don’t want me to keep going on about some little kid with an attitude problem.

Corlione: Oh I gotta tell ya, Dylan Dunn was taken in, questioned and spent the night in jail. He’s waiting on a witness.

Bill: Dunn will enjoy it in jail. He’ll break the record for how many times he drops the soap. After one night, he’ll be head of the butt-squad. Then the nickname I gave him will most definitely stick… ‘The Dildo’. But I’m not really interested in what Dunn has or hasn’t got to offer, when he steps into that ring with me, he’ll know what I have to offer, and that’s all you need to know. I do have respect for Dunn you know, don’t get me wrong, I think the guy has real talent. But seriously, if people really think Dunn has anything on me there must be something in the water. Dunn has talent but he is no Bill Dynamite. He can make the odd little joke. He can say the odd wise-crack that will make you smile. But the fact remains that he just doesn’t have the class I have.

Lawrence: A lot of people fancy Dunn, for the match I mean.

Bill: I know, and that’s what gets me. That’s what throws me right off. I hear people think Dunn will murder me… Why? If someone can give me a real reason to why Dunn has anything on me, I’d like to hear it. He’s basically a copy of what I’ve been doing for months, but it’s just like a typical copy, It’s never as good as the original. All I can say is, if Dunn wins this, then he might have some friends high up. Maybe not that far upstairs, but I mean upstairs in EWO towers.

Lawrence: We’re here, Bill. You just kick back, get yourself a coffee and relax. Watch the show through the glass.

|| Andy Harmon sits in an interrogation room. Agents Corlione and Lawrence walk in and take there seats, open a folder and look intently at Harmon. Bill watches through the glass. ||

Lawrence: Hey Mr Harmon, how ya doing today?

Harmon: Stop giving me that bullshit! What do you guys want?

Corlione: Mr Harmon, are you aware of why you’ve been brought in today?

Harmon: Not a goddamn single idea.

Corlione: Do you know a man called Boris kolkoff?

Harmon: Yes.

Corlione: Where do you know kolkoff from?

Harmon: He’s an old friend.

Corlione: How so?

Harmon: He was a bouncer at one of my nightclubs in England.

Lawrence: Did you part on bad terms?

Harmon: No. He left for the great US of Ass.

Corlione: Are you aware of what Mr Kolkoff does for a living?

Harmon: Yes I’m aware of it. Is that why I’m here? Because he’s a contract killer? Have you picked me up to ask me where he is? Because if you are, I can tell you I don’t know. But if I did, you can be sure that I’d rather sit in a jail cell for the rest of my life than even think about what he’d do to me if I gave him away. But if you’re thinking I met with him to do a deal, then you’re very wrong. Can’t a guy walk down a street and talk to an old friend? It was pure coincidence. Boris goes to the supermarket, he walks down the street, he eats, sleeps and shits like the rest of us. You won’t catch him, he’s too smart. But there’s nothing I can tell you about him. I saw him, I stopped, he looked at me, he stopped and we talked. Then I said ‘take care’ and we parted ways. That’s it.

Lawrence: We have our tabs on Kolkoff… We’ll catch him. But that’s not why you’re here.

Harmon: Well would you get your finger out your ass and tell me why I’m here! Because I’m very, very pissed at being here with no explanation and no lawyer! I’ve been sitting here for too long talking to your idiot cops about nothing! So hurry up and tell me why the hell I’m here.

Corlione: Easy, Andy. You know a guy called Bill Dynamite?

Harmon: Yeah I know him.

Corlione: You had any disagreements with him?

Harmon: About a million, why? Has somebody finally assassinated him?

Lawrence: I don’t think you realise how incriminating that last statement was.

Harmon: What are you telling me?

Lawrence: Bill Dynamite has received numerous death threats. We know the history you have with Bill, so we have to act vigilantly when we see a major suspect talking with a contract killer.

Harmon: This is crap. Get me my lawyer, NOW! Bill, are you behind that glass? I think you are because I can smell your greasy, fat, overweight belly. Listen to me when I tell you this, Bill. Listen good. If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead… You here me? I’m not the type of guy to fuck around. If I wanted you dead, you’d be lying on the ground with a bullet in your head. I wouldn’t bother shitting you up… I’d just take you out, remember that!

|| Lawrence and Corlione get up and leave the room. Corlione walks into his office and Lawrence walks over to Bill. ||

Lawrence: Does this make it any clearer for you, Bill?

Bill: This is bullshit. Harmon is a piece of crap, that’s true… But I don’t think he’s man enough to do it. I don’t think he has the balls. Plus he’s right, he’s not the type to pussyfoot around, he’d just do it. He wouldn’t bother with the notes. It’s clear now. It’s all just too damn clear. The person who is doing this is just fucking with my head. It’s all head games. Maybe they will kill me, maybe they wont. But that’s not the enjoyment for them. It’s all about the head games! Forget this shit, I’m outta here. Whatever happens, happens.

Lawrence: Mr Dynamite, please stay here. You’re safe here. I can guarantee you, you’ll be safe here. Nobody can get to you here.

Bill: Oh no? Yes they can. They can get to me anywhere, no matter how many cops there are because they are in a place no cop can get to… My head! It’s over now, Agent Lawrence. It’s over. Nothing matters now. I must go, and if needs be, I’ll get my ass kicked or maybe even killed. But I gotta show them I’m not scared. So it’s time to put up, or shut up! Now’s the time to kill Bill! I’m not scared anymore…

|| Bill kicks the door open and walks down the corridor towards the exit. Bill has a smug look on his face, he looks invincible. Just as he’s about to open the door, Agent Corlione bursts out of an office holding a piece of paper. ||

Corlione: Bill wait! We just got another note, another death threat, at Emma’s house. She’s safe Bill, but she’s shaken up!

Bill: I don’t care about the note. I don’t care about anything anymore.

Corlione: She’s at General Hospital, being checked out for trauma.

Bill: Alright, I’ll go now.

Corlione: Here, take my mustang. I want you to go and see if she’ alright.

Bill: Thanks. See you around, Agent Corlione.

Corlione: Whoa wait a minute… don’t ya wanna know what it says?

Bill: No. It doesn’t matter anymore.

|| Bill walks down the corridor approaching the exit. Corlione hesitates to tell Bill what it says but decides to respect his wishes. Corlione looks at Lawrence and Lawrence jogs towards Corlione. Lawrence grabs the note from Corlione’s hand and gasps in horror. The note reads…||