|| 1...2...3 And that’s the end of ‘The Dealer’ Dylan Dunn’s winning streak! ‘The Idol’ Bill Dynamite has defied his critics once again to defeat EWO’s golden boy, and lift The World Heavyweight Championship above his head in Sunday’s dramatic Main Event at Bound for Glory. Many said before the match that this one would be one for the ages. They said it would be explosive. They said it’d be an EPIC! Dynamite and Dunn made sure that not only would they meet those expectations, but exceed them! ||

|| The world gasped in awe as Bill rolled up Dunn for a surprise 3 count. The announcers were lost for words as Bill won the Title with the world’s simplest wrestling manoeuvre, a school-boy. It was a school-boy error of Dunn’s to take his mind of the game for just a second. It was foolish of Dunn to take his eyes off of Bill Dynamite, one of the dirtiest players in the game. Dynamite said before the match, he would do anything to win… Take note; Bill will cheat, Bill will lie, and Bill will steal a win from right under your nose. ||

|| But if you thought Dunn versus Dynamite was ‘Dunn and Dusted’, then you’re wrong. Just hours after Bound for Glory, EWO Owner AJ Epic named Violence’s main event… Rematch, Dunn V Dynamite, Last Man Standing. The rematch of all rematches. The most highly anticipated match of EWO lived up to it’s expectations, so much so that it needs to happen again. Epic made the decision that Dunn will relish, but I doubt Bill was as pleased.||

|| When legend Erin Jacobs was made the special guest referee, Bill Dynamite’s task looked an impossible one considering the beef between the two mammoth stars. Jacobs is undoubtedly one of the greatest to have ever been seen, but he’s never beaten Dynamite, and visa versa. But Jacobs was fair, honourable and impartial. He called the match right down the middle just like he said, but after the final fall, he did the unthinkable. Bill stated that win or lose he would offer his hand to Dylan Dunn out of respect after the fight and as Dunn handed him the World Title, they shook hands. It was a moment of history, respect and professionalism. But this moment was ruined by the devious intentions of Dunn and ‘The Featured Attraction’. Dunn’s crew ran to the ring and viciously assaulted Dynamite… But instead of helping Bill, Jacobs left the ring with the utmost ignorance. ||

|| Bill Dynamite and Erin Jacobs may not see eye to eye, but Bill would still expect the honourable thing from a supposed honourable man. But Bill was left disappointed and dejected. He was left bleeding profusely after a horrific attack from the EWO’s new faction of Anti-Faces. After the match, while being stitched up yet again, Bill watched the tape and saw Jacobs walk away from the attack knowing full well what was taking place. Although ecstatic from his World Title win, this episode left a sour taste in the mouth. ||

|| Bill was leaving the arena in Mobile, Alabama on Sunday night after receiving 8 stitches in his head. He stumbles towards his hired car with his luggage dragging behind him. The World Heavyweight Championship is carefully balanced on his shoulder. His bleached-blonde hair is blood stained once again, his eye is black and bruised. From behind him comes the pair of specially assigned bodyguards, with ear pieces and black suits. These guys are about as stiff as Cody Carson at Dylan Dunn’s house. Grant is a stocky, skin headed Englishman who used to be a bouncer on the doors of East London’s most notorious nightclubs. Phil is from Hertford, CT. He’s been a personal bodyguard since being fired by the Police for being too brutal… Ask Rodney king. Bill opens the back door and chucks all his bags in without a care. ||

Grant: Mr Dynamite… Are you sure you can drive?

Bill: Of course I’m sure, big-man. I’m fine.

Grant: I’m not too sure. You look pretty beat and the medic said you shouldn’t do anything that requires concentration.

Bill: Well we can’t always do what the medic says now, can we?

Phil: Look, how about I take you? You’re in no condition to drive.

Bill: For God’s sakes guys, I’m fine… Seriously.

|| Phil pushes the mouth piece to his face and talks to Agent Dave Corlione on the other end. ||

Phil: Mr Dynamite wants to drive himself home. We don’t think he’s up to it. What do you suggest we do?

Corione: Is he unwell?

Phil: He’s received stitches in his head tonight as well as a severe beating. We think he might lose control of his vehicle.

Corione: Well tell him to… wait, lose control of his vehicle…? Jesus, Phil. Bill’s a grown man, he can make his own decisions. If he wants to drive home, let him drive home.

Phil: Ok, Bill. Corlione said you could go… Bill? Bill…?

|| Bill’s car screeches around the corner of the car lot onto the ramp to the exit. A cop car pulls out in front of him at the top of the ramp. Agent Ray Lawrence steps out the passenger side and signals for Bill to get out the car.||

Lawrence: Bill, get out of the damn car!

Bill: What?

Lawrence: Get out… Now.

|| Bill steps out of the car and places his hands on his hips. He exhales loudly to make a point. ||

Bill: C’mon Ray. This is stupid.

Lawrence: Bill, do you know that I’ve put in 24 hours a day for your ass over the past week? Do you know, that I have worked extremely hard trying to find the person who tried to kill you? I have done more paperwork this week than I’ve done in my whole career and you wanna ruin it all by dying aimlessly in a car accident?

Bill: OK I get the point. I won’t drive. But how the hell do you expect me to get home?

Lawrence: I’ll take you. I’ve put in a whole week of my life into stopping you from getting killed, a few more hours won’t hurt huh.

|| Bill tosses Lawrence the keys and gets in the passenger seat. The cop car drives off, as do Lawrence and Dynamite. Agent Lawrence has taken this case as a major challenge. He’d do anything to make sure Bill makes it through every day. ||

Bill: So, Agent Ray Lawrence…

Lawrence: Yeah?

Bill: You married or what?

Lawrence: Engaged. Rachel and I are getting married in Spring next year.

Bill: Really? That’s great. Good luck to you.

Lawrence: Yeah she means the world to me. I’d do anything for her. I can’t wait until this case is settled so I can go home to her and treat her right. Be the man she said ‘yes’ to.

Bill: Is there a little Ray or little Rachel coming along?

Lawrence: Well… There might just be.

Bill: Wow that’s fantastic. You happy?

Lawrence: I don’t know if she’s pregnant… I just have a feeling. And damn right I’d be happy. I’d be ecstatic.

Bill: Well I bet you will.

Lawrence: If anybody should be happy right now, it’s you. You just won the World Heavyweight title… You celebrating?

Bill: Nah. Not tonight. I’ll probably grab a few beers with Czecher and Jarvis this week. Hopefully Notes will come over from England and be at Violence next week. But for tonight, I just need to lay down. I’ve had one hell of a night. On the up side, I didn’t get shot and I became EWO’s 1st EVER World Champion. On the down side, Dunn and his boys beat the god damn hell out of me.

Lawrence: But the good out-weighs the bad doesn’t it?

Bill: Oh definitely! I beat Dylan Dunn. I stopped his winning streak. Something nobody could do before me. Not only did I beat him once, but I beat him twice. And even though he turned out to be a complete jackass, I broke character to be the honourable man and shook his hand… But he basically spat in my face. He had it planned all along. I suppose his plan was to be the World Champion before having his arse-lickers beat the living daylights out of me. But to be honest… It doesn’t match up to the one-up I have over him. I defied the critics to beat the man many said, would not be beaten. I beat the fan’s favourite. As a wise man said “To be man, you have to beat the man”. And I ripped ‘the man’ apart. Ray, lets look at the facts, Dylan Dunn isn’t exactly the greatest to have ever stepped in the ring. He’s very good, but he’s not THAT good. I don’t know what all the fuss was for. If you’re looking for the greatest to have ever lived… You’re looking at him, buddy.

Lawrence: Who that guy crossing the street?

Bill: No you crack-whore! Me! ‘The Idol’ Bill Dynamite. I’m the man to beat. But on my current form, I’m not too sure there is anyone who can beat me.

Lawrence: How ‘bout Erin Jacobs?

Bill: Don’t get me started on that piece of shit. I thought that guy had integrity. I thought he was a decent bloke. But instead of doing the right thing and helping me out when I was getting my arse handed to me by a bunch of losers, he just ignored it and walked out of the ring, down that ramp and drove home like a cowardly little girl. If I had anything to say to Jacobs, if he was sitting right in front of me now, I’d slap him across his good looking face and tell him that you only get one chance with Bill Dynamite. You piss Billy D off or get on Billy D’s wrong side and you won’t live to tell the tale. Erin Jacobs let me down tonight, and the next time I see him, he will face my wrath.

Lawrence: That was a shitty thing to do. I was watching it in the crowd but I couldn’t do a damn thing. I thought, even though Jacobs and Dunn went back, that he’d have an ounce of integrity and morality and stop those bastards beating the hell out of you.

Bill: Well in my opinion, Jacobs is as bad as Dunn himself. Only difference is, Jacobs would be more of a challenge in the ring. Our time will come, Jacobs versus Dynamite will happen one day, and when it does, he’s gonna wish he never turned his back on me in that ring.

Lawrence: The main thing is, you’re OK. You’re still around and you’re still alive. Look on the bright side.

Bill: I’m looking. I look on that bright side, where the EWO World Title is, but all I can see is Erin Jacobs turning his back…

Lawrence: It could’ve just been that he didn’t want to get involved. To save you, would be to have that whole pack beat on him too. Maybe he didn’t want to turn his back, but for the sake of his career, he did. Maybe it was hard for him to do it. Maybe it was harder for him to turn his back than to fight… But he probably felt he had to do it.

Bill: Bullshit. If it was the other way…

Lawrence: What…? If it was the other way, you’d go down to the ring and save Erin Jacobs?

Bill: No. Probably not. But if I was in that ring when it was happening I’d have something to say about it. I would at least try.

Lawrence: Well Bill… Just keep your chin up. You got the week off?

Bill: You kidding? While I was getting stitched up, AJ Epic - the piece a shit - told me the rematch is THIS SUNDAY on Violence! I’m plenty pissed.

Lawrence: Rematch? In a week? Damn. Don’t they have any sense? Dynamite/Dunn II would kill at the box office… EWO should save it until the next pay per view.

Bill: Well I don’t see why Dunn should get a rematch anyway. I know it’ll be good for ratings but to have on Violence the very next week? You gotta say, it’s shitty booking. After last week, another World Title fight against Dunn is last on my wish list. All I want is to be able to take a shit knowing that a sniper hasn’t got me crosshaired in his sight. I just want to relax. I don’t have the time to train for another Title fight, especially a Last Man Standing match!

Lawrence: Well Bill, sounds to me like you need to chill for a couple days. How about we take the girls out for some food and have a good time?

Bill: Isn’t that against the rules? Socialising with a client?

Lawrence: Well, some rules are made to be broken.

Bill: Like that rule about shooting the World champ?

Lawrence: Obviously somebody thinks that rule should be broken, but not me. So what do ya say, you bring Emma and I’ll bring Rachel. We’ll go and get some dinner in a nice restaurant and you’ll be safe in the knowledge that you have the best young agent in the country as your chaperone.

Bill: Why not. That sounds great. Just don’t tell Corlione, I don’t want that miserable son-of-a-bitch turning up. What the hell is his problem?

Lawrence: I wish I knew. Ever since Friday, when we raided that warehouse, he’s been acting all weird.

Bill: Weird like what?

Lawrence: I’m not sure. He’s always been somewhat of a recluse when it comes to social skills, but he’s just been so quiet. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.

Bill: He ain’t so bad I suppose. But I’d rather he didn’t show. He’d probably put a downer on everything.

Lawrence: Mum’s the word, Bill.

Bill: What’s the deal with him, anyway? Is he married or what? Does he have a family?

Lawrence: You know what, It’s never come up. I’ve been working with Corlione for around a month now, and he’s never mentioned a wife or a family. He doesn’t say much at all and when he does speak, it’s about the case at hand.

Bill: Does he talk about this case much?

Lawrence: Yeah. But I can’t help but get the feeling he’d rather be doing something else. He says “We have better things to do than babysitting some wrestler”. I don’t know, I can’t put my finger on it, something is up with that guy.

|| After a long drive, Bill finally made it home in one piece. He spent his first night with Emma since the night before the first death threat was made. The madness that has plagued Bill’s life over the past week has calmed down since Friday. The media have laid off Bill a little bit although he still gets the odd snippet of unwanted flash photography while in the shower or knocking one off. But yet another day passed without any notes, without patio furniture thrown through the windows and without the feeling of being watched. Finally, Bill is starting to feel safe again, but the Police are taking no chances. ||

|| Tonight, as every other night, Bill’s house is guarded by four armed guards on quarterly shifts. Jack Davids is the head honcho of this group of guards. Tonight his shift is nearly ending, waiting for the graveyard boys to take over. Inside, Bill has invited Ray Lawrence and his fiancé Rachel back for some drinks after a pleasant dinner at the Châteaux la blanc. Czecher and his wife Sarah also came along, after finding a suitable babysitter for little Michael, they’re also at Bill’s having drinks. It’s approaching midnight but the night is young. Bill has cracked open another bottle of champagne to help celebrate his World title win and also Czecher’s awesome display over Scott Royal. As Bill switches on some Marvin Gaye, Jack Davids buzzes Bill from outside on the intercom, Bill makes a quick dash and presses the button.||

Bill: Who is it?

Jack: Hi it’s Jack. I have a guy here waiting outside with an awful Hawaiian shirt on. Says his name is Mr Endollar…

Bill: Endollar…? Never heard of him. Tell him to fuck off… He’s probably another journalist.

Jack: Wait he’s coming over…

Voice: C’mon Bill… Open the door for an old friend.

Bill: Oh sweet Mary mother of God…

Voice: Yeah I suppose I am…

Bill: Notes! I can’t bloody believe it! You said you wouldn’t be able to come over!

Notoriou$: Just shut the hell up and open the friggin’ door, yeah?

Bill: Come on in…

|| Twelve and a half seconds later, Notoriou$ bursts through the front door with some hefty luggage. Notes drops the cases and offers Bill a hug. Bill wastes no time in giving Notes the biggest hug he has ever given a man. Truly, it was THAT long. After some back-patting and a few laughs, Bill leads Notoriou$ to the living room to introduce him to the gang. ||

Bill: Ray, Rachel, Sarah this is Notoriou$… Possibly the greatest guy ever… Not the greatest wrestler, mind you, but he is a great guy.

Notoriou$: It’s good to meet you.

Bill: And you remember Czecher, right? Kodak?

Czecher: Hey, nice to see you again. It’s been a long time.

Notoriou$: dWo, a very long time. Good to see you again, man. Great to see you add another title to your collection. Speaking of titles… Bill, do you have another World Title belt you’d like to show Notes? You gotta make a fuss of the new additions to the family.

Bill: Yeah man. Here, take a look. Touch it… Feel it. Caress it.

Notoriou$: You’re talking about the belt, right? I’m kidding, dude. So what the hell’s going on here? You having a party or something?

Bill: Not exactly. I invited Ray along because he’s worked his arse off lately keeping me alive. As for Czecher, he’s the man. He’s always gonna be around. But it’s great that you’re here. Where’s Nikita?

Notoriou$: She’s on the road. She’s got some important matches coming up, so she decided to stay home.

Bill: Ah well… I’m sure she can cope without you for a few days. You’re about as useful as a chocolate tea-pot.

Notoriou$: So big Billy daddy… You’re the World champ… You beat Dylan Dunn. You’re the man to beat now, son. Well done! I knew you’d do it anyway. Dylan Dunn is nowhere near you, anyone who has a brain cell can see that you slaughtered him. Personally, I think that you’re lucky to come home with the World title despite you being far superior. I’ve always though Epic and Dunn had a thing together. But it seems you’re talent came through in the end.

Bill: Notes, where would I be without your support?

Notoriou$: Probably in anabolics anonymous!

Bill: Oh man… We’ve got so much to talk about. First of all, I was commissioner in px:W. I really enjoyed it, like nothing I’ve done before. But as a lot of things with Bill Dynamite, it didn’t last that long. I mean, I would have liked to do it longer, but we had some differences of opinion regarding my contract renewal. So I left.

Notoriou$: You just don’t change.

Bill: Actually, after I left px:W I changed a lot. I got a lot… bigger.

Notoriou$: Bigger? You’re one of the biggest wrestling stars in the world, how could you get any bigger.

Bill: I got fat!

Notoriou$: You got fat? Ha ha! Fat? Fat Bill? How fat?

Bill: I had like a big beer-belly. It wasn’t very attractive. I looked worse than Eric Poyntz.

Notoriou$: I’d love to hear your fat story, but I wanna get drunk… Very drunk. Pass me a tequila slammer!

|| The drinking began. Beer after beer, wine after wine, shot after shot. What was at first a quiet couples night out turned into a full-on Bill and Notes piss-up. But the night had not ended there. Outside, it was approaching the end of Jack, the guard’s shift. Him and his team were due to knock off about now, but the graveyard shift boys haven’t turned up. Before Jack loses his temper, a car pulls up at the drive… It’s a white Mustang. Out steps Agent Corlione in a beige suit, he walks slowly to the front gate. ||

Corione: Jack!

Jack: Ah Agent Corlione. Care to tell me where your men are for the graveyard shift?

Corione: They just called, they said they’d be a little late. I was in the neighbourhood so I thought I’d drop by and tell ya you can go home, I got it covered.

Jack: Hey I think It’s best if we wait for the other guards.

Corione: Jack. This is how it goes, I’ll say when you leave. And I just told you to leave!

Jack: Cool it, Dave.

Corione: It’s Agent Corlione to you, and don’t you dare tell me to cool it.

Jack: Hey, why don’t ya just calm down. Obviously you’ve had a bad day or something. Or maybe you was on your way home and you’d really rather not be here. But don’t talk to me like that.

Corione: Ok, Jack. I’m gonna ask you nicely, because I think you’re a good guy. You got a family to go to, the other guards are wasting your time. Go home. I got this covered.

Jack: Fine. Alright, guys. Let’s clear out.

|| The guards walk over to Jack and they follow him into the police van. Corlione watches with a glint in his eye as they pull away. As the van turns the corner, Corlione smiles and checks the ammo in his weapon. He approaches the front door and removes a key he has been given from his pocket. Quietly, he turns the key in the door and slowly pushes it open. As he walks in, he can hear the sounds of music and laughter from the living room. ||

Corione: Jesus, could he have the damn TV any louder? Well enjoy it, you‘re about to meet your maker, Bill Dynamite.

|| Agent Corlione draws his weapon as he approaches the living room partition doors. He uses his foot to push open the doors and points his weapon straight at Bill, the room freezes and one of the girls scream. Agent Lawrence immediately without thinking draws his weapon from under his jacket. The 2 stand there for what seems like forever until the ice is broken.||

Bill: Corlione, what the fuck are you doing pulling a gun out in my house?!

Corione: Sorry Bill. I was passing by, and there were no guards outside. I thought you might be out but I saw a light on. I thought somebody was in here.

Bill: Yeah you idiot, we were in here! Did you have to pull your gun out? Emma’s English, I’m English, we’re not used to seeing nut-cases with guns burst in your door, I don’t know if this kinda thing is customary is America but in England, a cop with a gun is more dangerous than a cop with a baton and Rodney King.

Corione: I can’t tell you how sorry I am about this. I didn’t know it was you that was here.

Bill: Alright, Dave. If you don’t mind, you just spoilt the whole damn night because of your incompetence.

Corione: C’mon Bill it was a simple mistake.

Bill: Bullshit. You’re either screwing around or you’re a real dumb prick!

Corione: Ok Ok I get it. I’m sorry.

Bill: I can’t believe after the week I’ve had, someone of your calibre would be so stupid as to burst into my house wielding a god damn gun! I’ve just had the most important and challenging match of my life, a 2 out of 3 falls match against Dylan Dunn! That was bad enough after nearly being killed like a million times. Second of all, I’ve gotta fight Dunn AGAIN this week on Violence and defend my World Title in a Last Man Standing match… I do not need you making me shit my pants in my own home by pointing a gun at my face. Now get the hell out of my house and I don’t wanna see you back here.

Corione: (Exhales deeply) Very well, Bill. I’m a man of my word, and when I say ’do not every speak to me like that again’, I mean it. Do not EVER talk to me like that again, or you’ll regret it.

Bill: Whatever, you little bitch. I showed the nation that I am the toughest man on the planet! I’m a double-hard-bastard! And on Sunday night, I face the dildo once more. This time, he wont leave the ring chatting shit. He’ll be spitting blood!