|| Lawrence and Corlione look on as if in slow motion as Bill walks out of the building. Bill puffs his cheeks as we look through the glass and sticks out his chest. Bill walks out of shot and we see a flash and then sound of gun-fire. A cop outside screams “We got gunfire… A man‘s been shot! Repeat, we got gunfire… A MAN HAS BEEN SHOT!”. ||
|| Lawrence grabs Corlione by the arm of his jacket and they begin to run towards the door. Agent Lawrence reaches the door first and kicks it open while Corlione grabs his gun out of his holster. A cop stands over a man on the floor with blood pouring out of his chest. The cop on the ground fires a shot at a black MPV as it screeches away down the street in the dark of night. ||
Cop We’re gonna need an ambulance here, this guy’s in bad shape.
Lawrence: Somebody call a goddamn ambulance!
|| Corlione looks down at the body of the man and comes to the realisation that it’s not Bill. ||
Corlione: Where’s Bill?
Cop Who?
Corlione: Bill… Bill Dynamite. Big guy, blonde hair, bout 250lbs?!
Cop He got in that Mustang and drove after the black MPV. I told him to stay where he was but he ignored me. I couldn’t do anything, I had to take care of this guy.
Corlione: Don’t worry about it. Did you see what happened?
Cop I got out my car, walking up the steps and that guy you call Bill was just coming out of the door. I walked up the steps and I heard a scream, I looked behind me and there was a guy with a gun. I told everybody to get down and I dragged that Bill down to the ground with me. Thing is, I didn’t see this guy standing behind him. He took the shot right in the chest. When I looked up, the guy with the gun was getting into that black car. The other guy got up, took out his keys and got into that Mustang. What the hells going on?
Corlione: The gunman was aiming for Bill. This poor guy took a bullet for Bill Dynamite, I hope he makes it. Did you get a look at the guys face? Height? Weight? Anything?
Cop I can’t be sure. He looked white, tall, quite built.
Corlione: Ok at least we have a rough I.D. Agent Lawrence, get over here!
Lawrence: I’m here.
Corlione: Get some cars and a chopper after that MPV and the Mustang. My Mustang. We need that gunman, dead or alive. As for Bill, get on the radio, there’s one in my car, tell him we have it covered and he should stop. If he doesn’t stop, then try and pull him over. Please… Don’t harm the car!
Lawrence: I’m on it.
|| The black MPV screeches around the corner of 4th street, it takes the mirror off the side of a parked car and swerves to the other side of the road. A blue cruiser swerves away to avoid the oncoming MPV and crashes into a lamppost. Following close behind is Bill Dynamite in the white Mustang. Bill knocks the radio on with his hand as it slips off the gear stick when the car knocks the curb. The MPV jumps a red light and swerves around another corner. Bill follows suit and just about misses a guy on a motorcycle coming the other way. ||
Radio: Dynamite… Bill Dynamite this Agent Corlione. I want you to know we understand why you’re doing this, but we need you to stop. We have this covered, we have a chopper on the way to follow the MPV, it’s all being taken care of. Just stop the car before you kill somebody.
Bill: Agent Corlione, I hope you know I’m not gonna stop this car until I’m either dead, arrested or I’ve hurt that son of a bitch that tried to shoot me.
Corlione: Dynamite… listen to me. You’re getting yourself into a lot of trouble right now. You left the scene of a crime, you’re driving very dangerously and ignoring police orders. I need you to stop the car.
Bill: No way, Corlione. This piece-a-shit is mine. All mine. I’m gonna take him out.
Corlione: Don’t be stupid, Dynamite.
Bill: Did the cop get a look at the guy with the gun?
Corlione: Yeah he did, Bill.
Bill: Who is it? Who the hell is it, Corlione?
Corlione: We don’t know who. We just got a rough description.
Bill: How about this for a description, lying in a pool of blood with his head smashed in?
Corlione: What?
Bill: That’s what he’s gonna look like when you find him.
Corlione: Dynamite don’t be stupid! If you do that, I’m gonna have to arrest you. I will be forced to take you to jail!
Bill: I don’t care!
Corlione: That means no World Title match for you this Sunday.
Bill: Dunn can wait. He knows I’ll take him down eventually. Right know, I’m gonna catch this asshole!
Corlione: What about Emma…? Have you thought about her?
Bill: You said she was OK.
Corlione: She’s fine, Bill. But right now, we don’t know if she’s safe. You’re after this guy in the car, but what if he’s not alone. What if they have someone on their way to Emma right now?
Bill: If that is the case, then you better get some guys over to her hospital bed.
Corlione: I want you to stop, Bill.
Bill: I’m gonna tell you one last time, Corlione. I am not stopping this car. I am gonna keep following this guy until I catch him. You have to realise that. But I’m asking you, man to man, to look after her until this is done. Will you do that?
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Bill: Agent Corlione… Will you do that?
Corlione: … Yes. I’ll do it. But the boys are on their way, and if needs be, they will take you down.
|| Bill clicks the radio off and sees the MPV up ahead. Bill slips the car into a serious speed and catches right up with the MPV. The black MPV slides across the road to stop Bill from overtaking, but Bill anticipates the swerve and goes the other way. Bill creeps up on the near side with the MPV on the wrong side of the road. The MPV accelerates until a Land Rover turns the corner and faces it head on. The MPV tries to swerve away but hit’s the Land Rover, slides onto the pavement and slams into a wall. Bill slams on the brakes and gets out of the Mustang, slamming the door shut. He walks over to the MPV with a street lamp the only light shining on the scene. Bill walks over to the drivers side and tries to open the door, but it’s locked shut. Bill looks over to the Land Rover which has smoke pouring out of the hood. There’s blood on the windscreen of the Land Rover, with shattered glass on the floor. He knocks on the blacked-out window of MPV. The window slides down to about 3 inches open. Dynamite grabs the top of the glass and pushes it all the way down with sheer strength. Bill peers into the car, but can see nothing but darkness. But out of the pitch black comes a huge fist that knocks Bill back a few steps. Bill steps back and slips on some broken glass. The MPV reverses and Bill just manages to roll out of the way before the wheels roll over him. The MPV slips into drive and accelerates away. Bill gets to his feet as quickly as he could with glass and blood over his arms and back. He opens the door to the Mustang, jumps in and turns on the ignition. The Mustang wheel spins and shoots off after the MPV. ||
|| Meanwhile, Agents Lawrence & Corlione are driving along in a squad car, and been given directions by the chopper, which incidentally hasn’t found the whereabouts of the Mustang or the MPV. ||
Corlione: They haven’t even caught ’em up yet? It’s a chopper, it should be able to keep up with a couple of speeding cars.
Radio We got a car accident on 4th street, 2 cars involved. 1 car, a black MPV has left the scene followed by a white Mustang.
Lawrence: That’s gotta be them.
Corlione: 4th Street… Go!
Lawrence: I’m going, I’m going!
Corlione: To where? This isn’t the way!
Lawrence: Yes it is… I know what I’m doing.
Corlione: Why did I let you drive, rookie?
Lawrence: Because you’ve had more car accidents than the rest of the city put together. Plus, I’m the youngster, I’m the talented one. You have the experience, that’s why you’re in the passenger seat barking orders.
Corlione: Rookie, what’s the use of barking orders when you’re not taking any notice of me!
Lawrence: Perks of being the cocky young up-start.
|| The cop car turns down a small alley, going the wrong way down a one-way street. A man with a newspaper nearly craps himself as he dodges the car at the last second. The cop mounts the curb and screeches around the corner. ||
|| Bill has chased the MPV for what seems like an eternity. So much so that without Bill noticing, he has followed the other car way out of familiar surroundings. The 2 chasing cars have left a path of destruction through the city to what seems like the old docks. Although usually thriving during the day around 10 years ago, the old docks would be home to fish markets, fisherman going about their daily business and the odd drunken scrap. But tonight, it has nothing but an eerie glow to it as the light from the city hits the low fog that hovers just above the cobbled paving. The old sheds and rusty warehouses look as if they haven’t been used for 100 years, despite being in the centre of a bustling dock not so long ago. ||
|| Bill stops the car as he sees the black MPV parked just up ahead. He walks towards it slowly knowing that it’s a possibility someone could still be inside. He creeps up behind it, doing his best to remain as silent as a 260lb man can. He yanks back on the side door and pulls it open, a cloud of dust knocks him back waving and coughing but nothing seems to be inside. Out of the corner of his eye, Bill sees a duffle bag in the corner. Putting his knee on the inside he leans in and grabs the bag, sitting inside is a wooden ball bat. Bill spins the bat around in his hand looking like Cactus Jack with some barbed wire, a smirk covers his face. ||
|| Ahead of him are the large slide doors of the warehouse, one has already been opened halfway. Bill follows slowly with a stance like Bruce Willis with the Samurai sword in Pulp Fiction, with his blood from his arms, back and chest on his baby-blue ‘bd’ shirt (available at request). Bill has to walk with caution, the warehouse hasn’t been used for a while. Rust covers the steel beams that hold it together and fish and meat hooks hang from the metal sheet ceiling. It looks like a scene from Hell raiser. Bill walks through to another area, the soft plastic strips gliding over his large shoulders. He looks ahead into the room which is dark with just the light from outside providing enough to see, in the middle is a wooden chair sitting alone. Bill continues to walk to the chair, curious to what purpose the chair holds in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. From behind him is a crackle as if a foot has disturbed the damaged concrete floor, but before he can react he hears a sound all too familiar. This sound was extremely similar to one he hears when an opponent cracks a steel chair over the back of his head. Bill doesn’t notice at first that he has been struck, until his vision begins to blur. His eyes hit the back of his head and he remains conscious long enough to hear his body hit the ground with a thud. ||
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|| Bill has wandered into a state of unconsciousness and has began to regress back 5 days ago, after Erin Jacobs had been named guest referee in the 2 out of 3 falls match against Dylan Dunn at Bound for Glory. Bill was hanging out with ‘The Franchise’ Lawrence Jarvis and good friend Czecher in EWO’s gym after Sunday night’s Violence. ||
Bill: A waste of space, a joke of a wrestler and testicles like Tic Tacs.
Franchise: Who is Dylan Dunn…?
Bill: Correct, you’re pretty good at this.
Franchise: I have seen Jeopardy you know. Try another one.
Bill: Ok. I’m a hanger on, with no talent of my own. I am so far up Dunn’s arse I can technically be his dentist.
Franchise: Easy. Who is Scott Royal wi’ cheese.
Bill: And bingo was his name-o.
Czecher: I got one, I got one…
Bill: Go ahead…
Czecher: Bill Dynamite will win it next Sunday…
Franchise: What is The EWO World Heavyweight Championship!
Bill: He he… thanks you guys. I wouldn’t have got this far without you. Except you, Jarvis… I actually did all the work before you came along.
Franchise: Let the truth be told.
Bill: But now I got you on my side, I’m unbeatable. I have two of the best performers EWO has to offer on my side. ‘The Franchise’ Lawrence Jarvis and Czecher. Could I ask for anything more? Franchise, you actually have a better record than me in EWO, and Czecher, you nearly beat my arse in the semis. But it’s all worked out great, I’m in the World title match at Bound For Glory, and I have 2 top guys in my corner to back me up!
Franchise: Yunno Bill… Since I knew we would be hanging out tonight, I thought I’d hire a surprise. I promise you, you’ll piss your pants!
Bill: Is it funny?
Franchise: It’s bloody hilarious!
|| Behind Bill walks in a midget Dylan Dunn to the changing room, dressed in Dylan Dunn attire. Bill hasn’t seen the midget as he is yet to turn his back. ||
Bill: Well whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be funnier than one of those midgets dressed up like Dylan Dunn… You wouldn’t believe how many times that’s been done…
|| The Franchise exchanges a look with Czecher, who’s seen the midget and signals for the midget to leave. The midget leaves and Czecher kicks the door shut as Bill turns around. ||
Bill: … I mean, whoever does that kind of stunt must be a real loser!
Franchise: Too right!
Bill: So what is it?
Franchise: Uh… I’ll tell ya in a sec. Let’s go… Czecher shall we go?
Czecher: No I wanna see what you got for Bill.
Franchise: I said “Czecher, shall we go?”
Czecher: I suppose it won’t hurt to work out a little.
|| As they walk out of the changing rooms, they’re spotted by a weird looking fellow at reception. He’s a complete Dynamite wannabe with a ‘bd’ shirt on, Billy D cap, even his hair and beard are bleached like Bill’s. As he catches their eye, he excitedly walks over. ||
Franchise: Oh my god, would you look at the state of that. And he smells worse than the hobo!
Czecher: Jesus Christ… what a nut-bag.
Bill: Oh I take it he’s looking for me… Why do my fans have to be complete jackasses?!
Fan: Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God!
Bill: Will you shut the hell up… Please?
Fan: It’s like an honour to meet you, man. I mean Mr Dynamite. Bill. Mr Bill. Mr Bill Dynamite.
Bill: Oh will you shut up?!
Fan: Sorry. I’m Travis.
Bill: I’d like to say I cared but that would be the biggest lie since Dylan Dunn told his parents he was straight.
Fan: You’re such a funny guy. That’s why I Idolize you. You’re my Idol!
Bill: Well of course I am, I’m ‘the Idol’ that’s what I’m here for.
Fan: It would be an honour if you signed my ass…
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Franchise: Wha?
Czecher: Yeah… Wha?
Bill: Dude, I am so not signing your arse you little pervert. I know this is a gym, but that doesn’t mean to say you can act all gay about things. Who do you think I am, Dylan Dunn? I don’t like having my arse intruded, and I definitely do NOT like to sign men’s arses… So go find ‘The Dyldo’ Dylan Dunn and ask him to penetrate you!
Franchise: Well said.
Bill: Now go!
|| Bill slaps him up side his head and he walks away dejected. That’s dejected, not erected, you sick little freak. ||
Bill: Why do I attract this sort of attention? I don’t mean to go all homophobic on people, but in this instance I think I’m justified.
Franchise: Definitely.
Czecher: Exactly. I know you’re not a homophobe, Bill. You’re not a racist. You don’t discriminate to women or old people. You discriminate against anyone who isn’t Bill Dynamite.
Bill: And I think that’s the right way to be. I’ve pissed too many losers off in my time to stop now. I’m on a roll. There’s no going back in my case. One day, I’ll get my comeuppance, but until then, Dylan Dunn jokes all the way.
Franchise: Yunno maybe you should lay off Dunn for a while?
Bill: What? Why?
Franchise: Well, you’ve slaughtered him on insults already, he can’t hold a torch to you. Plus you’re gonna embarrass him in front of all his fans next Sunday. The guy will be wrecked. The poor guy seriously thinks he has a chance. He actually thinks he’s something special, but you’re gonna prove he’s not. He’s gonna go through a real traumatic journey, he doesn’t need Bill Dynamite tearing him to shreds every 5 minutes. He might lose it and kill himself.
Bill: Well there’s always hope.
|| Bill walks over to reception and has a quiet word in the secretary’s ear.||
Franchise: Bill what the hell are you doin’ man?
Bill: I got a little surprise for you all.
|| He reaches over the desk as the secretary hands him an acoustic guitar. ||
Czecher: Oh dear god, Bill’s not gonna sing is he?
Bill: If I could have everyone’s attention for a minute, I’d like to sing a little song I’ve been writing for a while. It’s called ‘Mr Dunn, Mr dunn”
There was a guy called Dylan, his second name was Dunn. He brought a hobo off the streets, they had some manly fun. I said “Now Dunn, I do not follow” He said “Shut up, I’m trying to swallow”
Oh Dylan, you big gay benderrrrr.
He thought he was the greatest, in fact he kinda blew” And when I asked the hobo, he said “Dylan sucks too” I said “that’s too much information.” He said “yeah but what a sensation”
Oh Dylan, you big gay benderrrrr.
I’m fighting him on Sunday, we have a title match. I’ll slap him up side the head, because he’s a byatch! I’m the teacher, they’ll take a class, I’ll take you to school and beat your ass
Oh Dylan, you big gay benderrrrrrrrr!
Woooo!
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|| The sound of chains rattling can be heard as Bill slowly comes to. He his too drowsy to move his arms or legs, only able to lift his head up and look ahead at what appears to be nothing. He doesn’t know how long he’s been out, but the shade of the night doesn’t seem to have changed from what he can remember. The rattling stops and from behind him walks the man who Bill has been striving to get a piece of this whole week, Bill is too drowsy to make out any facial features. In fact, he can only make out this man is tall and wearing all black. Even if Bill hadn’t just been knocked out, the lack of light would make it difficult for anyone to make out any particular detail. ||
|| Bill realises that everything he can hear is muffled, and echoed. As the man walks ahead of him, he can hear every footstep but the sound is distorted and exaggerated to an extreme. To Bill, the sound of the man’s footsteps is like a sledgehammer striking an iron girder. It comes rapidly to Bill’s attention that he’s in a hell of a lot of trouble as he tries to move his arms, they seem tied in chains behind the chair. His legs are free but too heavy for Bill to lift or even move. Bill manages to lift his head up to try and make out the guys face but his vision is too blurred, the man looks like a ghost. Bill’s breathing is slow and heavy, but as the man begins to speak he holds it. ||
|| The man’s voice is barely understandable to Bill. The voice is muffled and the volume is vastly exaggerated, so much so that it hurts his head when he speaks. The blow to the head has caused Bill to see stars and watch the room spin, he can barely remember his own name not to mention recognise another man’s accent. Bill’s replies are slurred and incoherent. ||
Assailant Scared yet?
Bill: Who… are… you?
Assailant I asked you a question, Bill. There’s plenty of time for introductions.
Bill: No. I’m not scared. I was. But not anymore. Thanks to you, I don’t think I’ll be scared of anything again.
Assailant Don’t worry, you’ll not have the chance to be scared.
Bill: So is this it?
Assailant The end, you mean?
Bill: Yeah. The end.
Assailant Well that depends. The End of what? This game we’ve been playing? Yes.
Bill: I meant me. Is this the last of Billy D?
Assailant Your legend will live on, Bill. You’ve made quite a name for yourself.
Bill: For myself, nobody else. I’ve got this far off my own back, I don’t owe anyone a damn thing. That’s why I’m not too happy about your plans. I believe I’ve not been given the chance I deserve. The chance to better myself even more. After 34 years, I’m done myself proud. I wouldn’t mind another 34.
Assailant Well I’m afraid, unless I miss, you’ll not get those 34 years.
Bill: You’ll just have to make sure you don’t miss this time.
Assailant Do you really think I aimed for you at the police station? You’re smarter than that, Bill.
Bill: I apologise, I’m not thinking straight. Some coward little bitch hit me over the back of my head… With something very hard.
Assailant Trust me, finding something heavy enough to get through that thick, ugly skull of yours is not easy. But you see, I didn’t want you dying in a pool of blood outside a police station. That’s too easy. I could’ve killed you many times. I could’ve planted an explosive in your house. I could’ve just beat the hell out of you. I could’ve walked up to you at any time, pointed a gun in your face and blew you away at point blank range. But I wanted this to be special. I think this will be a masterpiece. It’s what you deserved. You’ve lived la Vida loca, so it’s fitting that you die that way too.
Bill: What are you going to do?
Assailant Do you think this is a James Bond film? Do I look like Blofeld to you? I’m not usually the one to explain all my reasons for hurting the person I’m about to hurt. I’m also not usually the one to spell out exactly what I’m going to do. I think the element of surprise is all part of the razzmatazz. Hey you should know, you’re the Razzmatazz of showbizznazz aren’t you?
Bill: Are you just some nut bag crazed fanatic? Because if you are, I can’t help but see this as a complete waste of time. I always thought Bill Dynamite would be defeated by a colossus of the wrestling world. I thought it would all come to an end by being beaten to a bloody pulp by the best in the business. You see, I think I’m the best in the business. But if I’m being defeated, and fairly I might add, then I can’t be… can I?
Assailant Enough of the philosophical bullshit, Dynamite. Talky time is over. You see, this whole week is about fucking with you, Bill. It’s all too well known about your short fuse. In the scheme of things, your fuse is somewhat of a midget of fuses. You’re too easy, this whole thing was too easy. Now ultimately, I did just want to mindfuck you. I wanted you to know that anyone can get to you and you’re not as invincible as you think. But it’s gone a little too far now, beyond the point of no return. I know you’ve done well with getting your weight down recently, you’ve worked hard… But it’s been for nothing. I have to admit to you, Bill… I was looking forward to your match this weekend. Dynamite versus Dunn… There’s been a lot of talk about this match inside and outside the business. How many times do I have to hear it? From when the tournament was first announced and the 1st round draw took place, you could see the final coming a mile away before the quarter finals had even happened. As decent as they are, forget Bollinger, forget BioCyde, forget your buddy Czecher. We all knew, that if both of you were on your game, it’d be Bill versus Dylan in the final. The Dealer taking on The Idol… It would be quite a match. What a shame.
Bill: What’s a shame?
Assailant That it’ll never happen… Because now is the time Bill Dynamite finally has his day of reckoning… Ha… That sounds so damn good. So here goes, hold tight.
|| From the distance comes to sound of police sirens. The assailant draws his weapon back and jogs over the door where he can see the flashing red and blue lights arriving outside. The Assailant cocks the automatic anyway and holds it straight at Bill’s head. ||
Bill: You’re gonna miss, dickhead!
Assailant Shut up!
Bill: Better hope you’re a good fuckin’ aim!
Assailant Shut the fuck up!
|| A heavy sound of footsteps throws the assailant off track and he wobbles too much to get a clean shot. Cops fill the entrance of the warehouse, Corlione and Lawrence stand on the front line. ||
Lawrence: Put the gun down now! PUT THE GUN DOWN!
|| The assailant draws his gun and holds it to the air, he fires a shot to the ceiling and a huge, rusty girder that weights about a tonne falls to the hard concrete floor creating a huge cloud of dust, it knocks a few policemen off their feet and in the carnage, cops start firing into the dusty abyss. ||
Corlione: Hold your fire! Hold your fire dammit!
Lawrence: Bill’s in there you idiots, hold your damn fire!
|| As the dust begins to settle, Lawrence looks through the haze but sees only a prone Bill Dynamite tied to a chair. The rest of the SWAT team swarm the warehouse with torches on their assault rifles. Lawrence runs over to Bill sitting in the chair, with bloodstains on his shirt. ||
Lawrence: Are you hit, Bill?
Bill: Damn right I’m hit! I’m hit on the back of the head!
Lawrence: Thank god you didn’t take a damn bullet.
Bill: Did ya get him?
Lawrence: ‘Fraid not, Bill… he got away… I’m sorry!
Bill: Oh this is great!
Lawrence: But we got an I.D, right?
Bill: : We do?
Lawrence: You do… Don’t you?
Bill: No… I don’t. I got hit, I was knocked out. I was drowsy. I’ve only just regained my hearing. I could understand what he said, but I couldn’t make it out who he was. I couldn’t even get an accent.
Lawrence: Damn! Hey Corlione… We got him?
Corlione: I don’t know how the fuck he got out, but he’s out. We should’ve just shot him while we had the chance. Fuck!
Bill: Will you guys get these fuckin chains off me, and stop suckin each others dicks!
Lawrence: Somebody get over her and cut the chains off this guy!
|| As Bill is being cut free, some paramedics look him over. Bill looks out to the back of the warehouse, the light of the city reflects off the calm waters. Bill hangs his head and places his hands on his hips as he regains his balance and stands again. ||
Corlione: Hey Bill. You’ve gone through some shit tonight. Hell you’ve gone through some shit this whole week. There isn’t anything that can rival this. Compared to this, Bill, Dylan Dunn is gonna look like a fucking ballerina. Go to Bound for Glory, and show him you’re the man.
Bill: That’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I know the people hate me, I know most guys in the business hate me too. I know recently, I’ve been a shadow of what I can be. Everybody wants to be the first to knock Dynamite. Everyone wants to be the guy to send Bill packing. And I know that I haven’t been anything special lately, but I think it’s clear now… I don’t think there’s any doubt in my mind, in Dylan Dunn’s mind and in the people’s mind that I am the man. I am the Idol. And I most definitely am… The next Heavyweight Champion of the World!
|| As they make their way out of the warehouse, the TV trucks and buses of journalists come swarming into the docks. Sky News has sent a chopper to the scene, someone must have leaked the information to the press. Bill looks surprisingly calm considering the circumstances, Agent Lawrence advises him to just ignore the baying mob of reporters and get into the car. But Bill, being a people person decided to give the people his own personal view on the situation. Bill would have had the opportunity to sell his story for very good money, but Billy D is a showman, it’s not about the money… It’s about the limelight. ||
The Sun Journalist: Mr Dynamite… Mr Dynamite…
Bill: Trevor, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you. The last time was when you said I was having an affair with my gardener… I can assure you, Julio is not that way inclined.
The Sun Journalist: Are you in any condition to fight on Sunday?
Bill: Trevor, including that rumour about Julio that is the stupidest thing you’ve ever asked, said or done. Of course I’m gonna fight on Sunday. I’ve got a few small cuts, a knock on my head, but it’s nothing. Nothing compared to what Dunn and myself are gonna do to each other at Bound for Glory. I will fight on Sunday if it kills me… But I’m used to that.
Sky News: Bill… You don’t look so great right now, you look like a guy who’s been through hell. But since you’re gonna fight whatever on Sunday, do you think that Dylan Dunn will take advantage of your fragile state?
Bill: Well of course he will. I would expect him to, I’d be disappointed if he didn’t because I know how good he is. He may be ugly, but he ain’t stupid. But he hasn’t had the best week’s either. He got thrown in a cell for a couple days, that’s not the best preparation for a World Title fight. But it doesn’t matter who’s had what week. We’re just gonna give everything we have. That will be enough for me. It doesn’t matter what Dunn does in his spare time, I know he’ll give it his best shot. Whether he’s in jail or picking up homos…
Sky News: Don’t you mean hobo?
Bill: Homo, hobo… Their dicks both smell of shit. What’s the difference?
abc News: I think we’re looking over quite a serious episode here, you nearly died in there and you’re thinking of wrestling?
Bill: First of all, I don’t know how you know what went on in there but I will find out who’s leaking the info to the press and when I do, I’ll make sure they take just as much punishment as Dylan Dunn on Sunday. We have overlooked that I have been inches away from watching my arse get blown away. But I’m here. I survived this specific episode. The next episode is on Sunday. I can’t cry about this all my life, I have to get on with it and keep going, keep fighting. I won’t give up.
Daily Star: Bill, what’s your game-plan going into the World title match on Sunday?
Bill: I don’t have a game-plan, and even if I did I wouldn’t share it with the world and his hobo. I’ve never had a game-plan, I just go out there and give it my all and unleash punishment on my opponent. That’s the way it is, and that’s the way it always will be.
CNN: Is there any truth in the rumours that you’ll quit EWO if you lose against Dylan Dunn?
Bill: Absolutely not you idiot. I can’t stress how much bullshit that is. I will not quit if I lose to Dylan Dunn. I know I said I wouldn’t want to be in a company that screws people over, but even with Erin Jacobs as the referee, I’m sure EWO know that this will be the highest grossing fight I’ve been in since the fight against Brawler… But saying that, this fight will be even better, and it will gross ten times as much as Hell & Back, as amazing as it was. If the shocking happens and I lose, then I will shake that little bitches hand and try again. I will not quit EWO.
CNN: Speaking of Erin Jacobs, what effect will he make on the match? What was the purpose of his appointment?
Bill: I wish I could tell ya. It wasn’t my decision to bring Erin Jacobs in the match. But I would think adding Jacobs as the referee was a marketing tool to raise the profile of the match even more. It’s what makes this whole saga more interesting. Erin Jacobs is one of the best wrestlers I’ve ever seen, and it will be an honour having him referee my fight… But make no mistake about it, give me the chance and I’ll take him out at the first opportunity. I respect the man, and I’m honoured to be involved in a match with him. But I’d rather be involved in a match where he is my opponent and not the referee. One day in the future, hopefully the not too distant future, Bill Dynamite will face Erin Jacobs one on one and if Erin wants to start that fight on Sunday I will be only too happy to oblige.
Lawrence: Hey guys, one more question and that’s it, OK?
ITV News: Dynamite… I wanna ask ya… Do you feel lucky? Next time, he might not miss. Next time, the Feds may not turn up with seconds to spare. Next time, you might be dead.
Bill: I’m hoping whoever’s doing this to me is watching right now. Whoever is behind it, I want you to know… Come to me man to man, and stand in front of me like a man… And I’ll beat you like a man. If you’re such a bad man, if you’re so bad to try and kill a guy… then you gotta be man enough to put up or shut up. You will not defeat me. As for you Dylan Dunn, you’re the one person who I hope is watching right now. All the hype is over now, all the talking is done. We’ll go into that match men, and come out true Icons. I will not back down. I will not quit. I promise to you I’ll bring my A game, and I know you’ll bring yours. You can bring your homo to the ring with you if you want. It really doesn’t matter to me who you bring, you can bring Royal wid Cheese if you want, I don’t care. It’s one on one, it’s man to man… It’s the two biggest guys in the company beating the hell out of each other until one of us gets two decisions. It’s the true test, this match can’t be a fluke. The winner will be the better man, not just beating your opponent once, but twice. I’ll make sure you’ll get your rematch, don’t worry about that. When I’m standing there at the end with the title over my head, I’ll offer my hand, and you WILL accept it. I have never offered my hand to an opponent, and a week ago I wouldn’t have ever thought in a million years that I’d offer my hand to you… but after this week, I have a lot more respect for you than I thought I did. You’re still a jerk. You’re still a whining sack-a-bones, you’re still an asshole and you’re still ‘The Dildo’ but dammit I respect you for what you can do in the ring. That’s it. I think it’s about time I go home and chill out with the security guys that will hopefully keep me alive until Sunday. Thanks for coming out, thanks for giving a shit, I’m outta here. Good luck Czecher and The Franchise by the way.
Lawrence: Alright that’s it now guys, lets go. Bill, get in the damn car.
Bill: Where the hell is Corlione?
Lawrence:: I have no idea.
|| Around the other side of the warehouse, Agent Corlione stands talking with a mobile phone to his ear in the darkness away from the media attention. ||
Corlione: OK I fucked up, but next time we wont be so early. Next time, I’ll drive!