'sin billy - the big payback' Prologue A little blonde boy sits in a sandpit made in his back garden. He crashes his trains into one and other, making the explosion sounds with his mouth. The sand skips up in a cloud as the 10.32 from Stansted collides with a cargo train. A dark shadow stops the little boy in his tracks, it covers him from head to toe as he sits cross-legged, the cold chill of the shadow causes him to look up. “Wanna Play?” He asks. A slightly bigger black kid sits next to him and picks up a train. “Okay”. “What’s your name?” The little boy asks. “Yannick, what’s yours?” The little black kid replies. “Billy” The two boys play with the trains in the sandpit in fits of laughter. Billy and Yannick are getting along like a house on fire, irrelevant of race, colour or background. Yannick seems to be the same age as Billy but looks bigger, bigger than most kids their age. His afro is just starting to get prominent. Billy’s long, curly, blonde locks look unkempt. He looks as if he’s living on council estate in Essex, but instead, he sits in his sandpit in his huge back garden, behind an 8 bedroom house that is far from poverty. Yannick stops playing with the trains and grabs Billy by the arm. “You wanna go insde? I’m bored out here” Yannick asks. “Okay” Billy jumps to his feet and runs towards the back door, Yannick follows, they laugh over the smallest things, like kids do. Billy opens the back door and they walk into the kitchen, which is situated at the back of the house, looking over the pool and gazebo. Yannick snoops around a little, looking in draws and being generally nosey. Yannick opens a draw and pulls out some cigars that belong to Billy’s dad. Yannick places the cigar between his teeth, he can barely hold it in, his words are muffled until he removes the cigar. “You wanna smoke?” Yannick asks Billy, with a cheeky smile on his face. “Nah, it’s not as good as you think. It kinda burns” Billy quips. “Come on, Billy. Get me a match, I wanna light this up” Yannick seems intent on smoking the cigar. Billy shakes his head and Yannick begins a search in the kitchen for a match. He opens all the draws and Billy tried to stop him, but the kid is just too big. Yannick opens a draw and his face lights up in delight. Yannick grabs a box of matches out of the draw and Billy tries to grab it, Yannick pushes him down on his arse. Yannick lights up the cigar and coughs uncontrollably as he inhales his first puff. Yannick learns his lesson and doesn’t inhale the second puff and laughs at Billy who gets to his feet. Billy gets to his feet and Yannick looks at him with a wry smile, in pity if anything, but Billy does not take kindly to this. Billy has always been a mild mannered little boy, but this kid has just taken the cake. Billy smacks the kid around his jaw, the cigar drops to the floor. Yannick stands in shock for just a second, and then pushes Billy in his chest, throwing him back a few feet. Billy lands on his arse again and this time Yannick makes a run for it. Yannick kicks open the back door and runs across the back garden, through the bushes, Billy following about 10 feet behind. Billy struggles to keep up, Yannick is bigger, stronger, faster, Billy is just a little scrawny kid. Yannick keeps sprinting away, down an alley, followed by Billy, Yannick jumps a wall with a little difficulty and Billy runs up just behind him, nearly grabbing his shoe. Yannick makes it over the wall and Billy tries to follow, but Billy is just too small, he cant reach he top of the wall to pull him up. He decides its just not worth it and turns back. He walks home, head down, as if he lost a fight. As he walks back towards the bush he came through, in his back garden, he smells smoke, thick smoke. He quickens to pace as he makes his way into his garden, catching his t-shirt on a thorn. Billy drops to his knees as he looks up at his home, burning in flames. The strong flames burst out of the window, he hears sirens approaching, his world has just collapsed. “Bill, are you alright?” Emma asks. “you were talking in your sleep” Bill opens his eyes and sees Emma standing over him as he lay on the sofa, sports news is on the TV. “Shit, Em” Bill rubs his eyes and welcomes himself back to the real world. “I had that dream again.” “Oh baby, don’t worry about it. It’s probably just nerves. You’ve got a big match this week, against Jarvis” “Shit you’re right” Bill snaps. “This match is huge. Only a year ago, I fought Lawrence Jarvis in eWo, it was a huge grudge match. Jarvis betrayed me. Jarvo and I were inseparable. Even when I got injured before the World Title defence against Jacobs and Legend, he pushed me around in a wheelchair. Then I lost the title, I had to take a break, the loss was too big. Dammit, I didn’t even get pinned, Em, Legend pinned Jacobs to win MY title… It’s not right. I had to get out of there, take a break, it hurt too much. When I was away, I noticed Jarvis was talking smack about me. How he didn’t feel a thing for me, as if we were never friends. It hurt, Emma. This guy was a great guy to me, I put my trust into him and he stabbed me in the back. So I came back, for one match, to fight this piece of shit. I wasn’t on top of my game, The Brawler came back from the dead and put my mind in all kinds of places. But I still thought I should beat him. I still thought I had more talent, but something happened. Something unexplainable. Jarvis beat me with a 3-count. I can’t let him carry on, being 1-up over me… he must be stopped, and I will stop him on Crisis this week. Then we’re equal. After Crisis, we’re gonna have one huge score to settle, if Jarvis is man enough, he’ll face me again. Otherwise, I’ll just have to concentrate on beating the arse of that Irish pikey piece of shit, Tim Murphy! “What was that dream about, baby? You were getting all hot and bothered” “Don’t worry about that” Bill wipes the sweat from his forehead. “It’s all in the past now.” Continue... back