Post by Jonny Fly on Jul 3, 2015 8:25:43 GMT -5
[Scene Begins]
The scariest place in the world is West Oakland at night. Three out of four doctors would tell you that entering such a place is very bad for your health, and may cause significant shortage of life. It’s a really shitty place. Probably where Steve Orbit grew up. It’s hard to believe he’s turned into such an awesome dude despite the horrific environment in which he was raised. Regardless, that’s exactly where this scene is taking place.
It’s nighttime and we’re in an abandoned alley between Center and Peralta streets. There’s a group of men standing in front of the Sav Mor Liquor Store about two blocks away, and their voices in the distance provide the only audible sound in the scene. There’s a faint glow above us from the streetlights, but they don’t serve as proper illumination. After all, in areas like this the maintenance of keeping streetlights on and bright just isn’t high on a cities to do list.
In the distance a figure approaches, slowly coming into focus. Our camera turns around, and we see three other figures coming from the opposite end on the alley. Our camera moves to the side in order to capture the shot of this meeting. Even with the weak lighting, we’re able to identify the single individual as Jonny Fly. Of the three men he is meeting with, one appears to be his newly found antagonist, Chester Blackwood. We infer that the two men with Blackwood are there to protect him, so we’ll just go ahead and call them goons. Fly is the first one to speak.
Fly: I thought we agreed to meet alone.
There’s a soft snicker from Blackwood. With a smirk, he replies.
Blackwood: Considering our history, you’ll have to forgive me for not believing you’d live up to your word.
Fly: You’re a real motherfucker, you know that?
Blackwood: Cut the shit. You invited me here. What do you want?
Fly: I want to talk. Nothing more.
Blackwood: Now you want to talk? That wouldn’t be because of a little incident that occurred last week would it?
Fly: It’s more of a courtesy. Next time, you’re going to be buying a funeral for all of your guys, and not just a couple of them.
Blackwood: Is that right?
Fly: I don’t know who you think you are, but you should know you’ve now entered my world. This game you want to play, I’ve played it before. I’m standing right here in front of you because I won. I always win. If someone was writing my autobiography, that’d be the fuckin’ title – Jonny Fly: The Man Who Always Wins. That’s why this is a courtesy. I’m here to tell you that if you don’t back off I will KILL all of you, without hesitation, and without guilt.
Blackwood scoffs at the response.
Blackwood: It’s a sad predicament you find yourself in, Mr. Fly. This desperate plea for mercy doesn’t suit you so well. I was very fair with you. You took advantage of that, and now you want me to believe you’re doing me some favor by arranging this meeting? What you don’t understand is that I didn’t come here to negotiate with you or listen to your cry for help.
Fly: Would you care to elaborate?
Blackwood: Is it not obvious? I sent eight men to find you. In response, you arrange to have a face-to-face meeting with me.
Blackwood begins laughing.
Blackwood: I mean, how dumb are you? I’m supposed to be afraid of this? One man standing alone in an alley with just words and a trumped up sense of self. I honestly wasn’t expecting this to be so easy.
With that, Blackwood snaps his fingers and his two goons begin moving forward in Fly’s direction. Reacting, Fly takes a quick step back…
…BOOM.
A gunshot rings out into the night. It deflects off the pavement in between Fly and the goons. They stop immediately, looking backward at Blackwood unsure of what just happened. Fly is glad to fill in the blanks.
Fly: As a confession, I didn’t come alone either.
Blackwood: I knew you wouldn’t.
Fly: In fairness, you did try to kill me last week. Should I really be blamed for not coming alone? Plus, Orbit’s just been sitting around the club all day. He really needed to get out and get some fresh air.
Blackwood: He’s going to get more than that.
Curiously, Blackwood smiles and begins laughing. Fly’s eyes lower and he cocks his head ever so slightly.
Fly: Do you want to fill me in on what’s so funny?
Blackwood: I think you can see for yourself.
Blackwood points behind Fly. He quickly spins around to see the silhouette of two men approaching. One of the men is Steve Orbit, and the other is another one of Blackwood’s goons who’s now holding a gun to Orbit’s head, whose mouth has also been covered with duct tape. He shoves Orbit toward Fly and then circles around to join Blackwood and the other men.
Blackwood: Thank you giving away your position, Steve. Face it guys, you’re done. I’m one step ahead of you. I tried to warn you, but that’s the problem with people like you. You think you have this whole criminal underworld shit figured out. Why? Because you ran away from the FBI for a decade? Please, the very best the bureau has make, what, a hundred grand a year? The smartest people don’t work for the government because the government can’t afford them. But…I can.
Fly: I guess you have it all figured out.
Blackwood: I always have it all figured out. If you’d have learned that earlier maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation. Now, I suppose there’s only one thing left. Care to issue any last words?
As the last statement is made, two of Blackwood’s goons raise their pistols in the direction of Fly and Orbit.
Fly: These are not my last words.
Blackwood: Your last words are these are not my last words?
Even in the darkness, we can see Blackwood roll his eyes.
Blackwood: Defiant until the end. How noble. Goodbye gentlemen…
BOOM.
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Another shot has rung out, but not from anyone in our scene. It’s another shot that lands on the pavement between Fly and Orbit and Blackwood. Once again, Blackwood’s men are left to try and process what just happened.
Fly: The next one hits someone in the forehead.
The comment brings about a cold reality to Blackwood - Fly has another shooter perched atop the surrounding buildings. He scans the surrounding buildings quickly, not being able to immediately identify where the last shot has come from.
Fly: You don’t have anyone else hanging around, do you?
Blackwood doesn’t respond. His eyes lower and he stares at Fly with a glare of hatred.
Fly: I didn’t think so. Remind me again, what was is that you were saying a moment ago about how smart you are? My life was being threatened at the time and I must have tuned you out.
Blackwood: Well, maybe this will remind you.
Blackwood reaches under his shirt and pulls out his pistol. He takes two steps forward and raises it in Fly’s direction.
Blackwood: I still have more men than you. If I wanted, I could end you right now.
Fly: You in the business of trading your life for someone else’s life? My man’s rifle is on your head right now. There’s only one way out of this for you. Turn around, walk away. We can work this out another day.
With his pistol still pointed at Fly, Blackwood takes a moment to consider the offer. Knowing that he’s been beat, he takes a few steps backward.
Fly: Hey, look at that. Maybe you are smart after all.
Blackwood: This isn’t over. I’m coming for you, Fly. You too Orbit.
Blackwood continues retreating. His men follow suit and eventually the group disappears down the alley and back into the darkness. Fly walks over toward Orbit and takes the tape off his mouth.
Orbit: Fuck bro. I can’t believe that motherfucker got the drop on me. He was just waiting for me to take that shot so he knew my positon.
Fly: We knew that could happen. That’s why we had a backup plan.
Orbit: You never told me who your backup was.
Fly: See for yourself.
Fly turns around a motions toward a building about fifty yards away on the right. We see a silhouette standing on the roof and holding a rifle in hand. We slowly zoom in further until a face becomes visible on the screen.
Seth Lerch.
The scene quickly goes blank.
[Scene Begins]
We begin in Club Violet, the most happening spot in Oakland. This is Steve Orbit’s sanctuary. It’s his club slash pimp headquarters slash opium production facility. The building is two floors with a basement. The ground floor serves as a stripper’s paradise, with a main stage tucked in between two smaller side stages. There are two bars, one on each side of the space. The decoration is upscale, with the colors being mostly dark reds, purples, and black.
Upstairs is the VIP section. Despite several overtures to rename the space the “Jonny Fly Only Section,” Orbit insists on keeping the upstairs open to his higher end clientele. This area is a much quieter and intimate space with just a small bar and plenty of casual seating, couches, booths, and girls. Orbit’s best girls ‘work’ on the top floor. As a separate note, in the back corner there’s a roped off hallway that leads to Orbit’s office. The hallway is decorated with WCF memorabilia and pictures of Orbit with various celebrities that have visited the club. It’s in Orbit’s office where the scene takes hold. The man himself is sitting behind his desk, feet propped up, and scowling in the direction of Jonny Fly who sits on the opposite side of the desk, feet propped up as well.
Orbit: Man, get your feet off my shit.
Fly sad faces, but does as he’s instructed.
Fly: I can tell you’re still upset about this, and that hurts me deeply.
Orbit waves his hand at Fly dismissively.
Orbit: Nah homie, you’re not coming in here playing victim with me. We should have talked about this shit beforehand. Fucking Seth Lerch. What the fuck were you thinking? Not only are you hangin’ out with this motherfucker in regard to WCF business, but getting him involved in our hot fry scheme? That’s the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever done.
Fly: We need his help.
Orbit: I don’t need shit from Seth. You go tell him that.
Fly: We’ve talked about this! You said it yourself on commentary last week. WCF is stale right now, and I know that’s one of the reasons you’re not wrestling. But we can fix that, and Seth wants to help fix it too. The hot fry stuff, man, just like the other day you never know when you could use some help.
Orbit simply stares at Fly. He ignores everything else he’s just said and focuses on one comment in particular.
Orbit: Why did you listen to me doing commentary? You were wrestling during that match.
Fly: I watched the recording because I like hearing you say nice things about me. It really helps me with my low self-esteem issues.
The obvious joke forces a small smile to curl onto Orbit’s lips.
Fly: There he is!
Orbit: I’m just not followin’ all this shit. I don’t see why you just don’t go out and win Showdown and then order will be restored in WCF. Why do we need Seth, and why do we need his help with Blackwood? That fuckin’ coward is going to turn his back on us as soon as shit gets real.
Fly: You trust me, don’t you?
Orbit goes silent. Thoughts of Fly sending him to prison dance in his head momentarily. But then he also remembers turning on Fly and the rest of Pantheon to join the Vapor Kings.
Orbit: I mean yeah, we’re blood. I trust you. I’m just questioning your decision making right now. Of all motherfuckers, YOU joining up with Seth Lerch. I don’t even…
Fly: We all change, bro.
The comment holds truth. Orbit slowly nods his head in agreement.
Fly: Our relationship is a testament to what the wrestling industry does to people. We’ve had highs and lows. Seth and I have had low’s and…well, more lows. But now we’re after the same thing. The circumstances have changed. Seth wants to shake things up, we want to shake things up, this just makes sense. Plus, you should know Seth actually likes to get his hands dirty more than people think. I put that rifle in his hand and he was a natural.
Orbit: There ain’t no god damn way that’s true.
Fly shrugs.
Fly: You were there, bro. He did what he was he was supposed to do, did he not?
Orbit: Nah, it ain’t enough. I’ve seen how Seth operates for years. He wants something out of this. He’s just using us for some gain. You may not have figured it out what exactly, but Seth ain’t one of those motherfuckers that just going around and saving people’s asses because he’s such a nice guy.
Fly: There is a gain for him.
Orbit: Yeah, I just said that.
Fly: The gain is us helping him clean up his shitty company. Seth’s made a habit of aligning with shitty wrestlers over the years to enforce his will. This time, he’s doing it the right way. He went to the top. We just happen to share the same beliefs about his roster. Seth is tired of all these fuckin’ guys, and I don’t blame him.
Orbit sighs deeply. He shakes his head ever so slightly.
Orbit: Shit man, I dunno. Seth’s just…he’s not like us.
Fly: Actually, I think you’d be surprised.
Orbit: Man, there’s gotta be more…
Orbit’s comment is interrupted as some random bitch walks into his office. The girl doesn’t even knock. Orbit face immediately grows red with anger. Fly looks at him and waits, knowing what’s coming next.
Orbit: Bitch, get the fuck out of this office. Who do you think you are? You know better to walk in here without being invited.
Random Bitch: I’m sorry daddy, but there’s been a disturbance on the first floor. Some guy named Alpha Kenny-Wan has been touching the girls in the VIP room. He’s refusing to leave. The bouncers wanted me to get you before they throw him out because he’s apparently he’s a big customer.
Orbit: What the hell do I pay people for? So I still have to deal with this shit?
Orbit gets up from his seat and begins moving toward the door.
Fly: I’m coming with, I don’t want to miss this.
Fly trails behind Orbit as they reach the door heading back out to the hallway. Orbit stops next to his girl momentarily.
Orbit: I’m serious too, if you ever come into my office with asking again and you’re done here. Do you understand me?
Random Bitch: Yes, daddy. Sorry daddy.
Orbit nods his head and continues moving. He walks down the hall and back into the second floor seating area. He takes the staircase down to the main floor where he notices two of his bouncers holding an individual face down at table in the back of the room, away from view from most of the club patrons. Orbit and Fly approach the table.
Orbit: Alright, let him go.
The bouncers release the man, who in response stands up straight. Getting our first look at him we notice that this individual is wearing a Star Wars shirt, thick rimmed black glasses, and has long blonde hair. This person is thin, but has decent height, and upon locking eyes with Orbit there’s an immediate connection. Sparks begin to fly.
I’m not talking about sparks like a love connection. I’m talking about light bulb spaks. Like a “hey, I know you!” connection. Trying to see past the glasses and what we assume is a wig, Orbit sizes up the man going by the name of Alpha Kenny-Wan.
Orbit: Why do you look so familiar?
Alpha: Uh, well you see, I’ve been buying girls in this club for a while.
Orbit: Nah, that ain’t it. I’ve seen you around somewhere else. Take off those glasses.
Alpha slowly takes off the glasses.
Orbit: OH FUCK NO.
Orbit walks forward toward Alpha and grabs hold of his hair, taking off the wig. It’s obvious now that this person masquerading as Alpha Kenny-Wan and buying up girls from Orbit’s club is actually…Seth Lerch.
Orbit: Man, who the fuck let you in here?
Lerch-Wan reaches into his pocket and takes out a stack of money.
Seth: This let me in, of course.
Orbit: You said you’ve been in here buying girls up for how long?
Seth: YEARS. I’m probably your biggest customer. Let me recap how my finances work. People pay me a bunch of money to bring WCF shows to their cities. Sponsors pay me a bunch of money to advertise on those shows. Dumb fans pay a bunch of money for merchandise that has the names and images of a bunch of people that I underpay, and a large cut of that goes into my pocket. I then take all that money and come in here to party.
Orbit: …
Fly begins laughing hysterically.
Fly: God damn, and you said he wasn’t one of us, Steve.
Seth: Oh yeah, definitely. I’m exactly like you guys. I fuck bitches and shoot shit all the time. I hate everyone in WCF. Plus…
Lerch digs into his pocket and pulls out a bag of the world’s greatest snack treat.
Seth: I love hot fries.
Fly: Well, I’m sold.
Lerch: I eat hot fries all day. Sometimes when I’m signing contracts that I don’t even read, I spill hot fry residue all over them and the papers stick together and I don’t even care. I just lick that shit off and open up a new bag.
Fly: Man, I have that same problem, only I lick it off clothes…or women. Sometimes I flip the bag inside out and lick it completely before throwing it away.
Lerch: Yeah, or sometimes I just rub some of the fries around my face and lips so that the spices rub off, then I eat the fries, and then I lick up the rest of the spices, just to prolong the flavor until I can reach back into the bag and get more fries. It just makes for a more efficient and delicious experience.
At this point, Steve Orbit looks completely annoyed at the banter back and forth between Fly and Seth.
Orbit: Aight, you two shut the fuck up with that nonsense. Seth, I don’t care how much you like hot fries or how good you are with a sniper rifle. I don’t care if you feel the same we do about all those motherfuckers in WCF.
Seth: Especially Pantheon. God they suck.
Fly: Right! That’s what I say!
Orbit: MAN STOP TALKING. I don’t care about any of that shit. You come in here and start harassing my girls like this, and that shows me something…
Fly and Seth look at Orbit intently, waiting for what he’s going to say next.
Orbit: …that shows me you a real nigga. Bring it in, homie…
Orbit reaches out and grasps Seth’s hand and gives him a bro hug.
Orbit: God damn. I can’t believe it. Seth Lerch – a real motherfucking player. Spending all your money on these girls, running around shooting shit, man it’s like you my other long last white brotha.
Seth: I could be!
Orbit: Come on ya’ll, let’s take this shit back to my office.
Orbit looks toward his bouncers.
Orbit: We’re good here. From now on, you give this man whatever he wants.
They nod their head understanding and shuffle off back to work. Meanwhile, Fly, Orbit, and Lerch move through the club back toward the staircase. Ascending the stairs to the top floor, they make way toward the hallway in the back corner and back inside Orbit’s office. Fly and Seth take chairs opposite of Orbit’s desk, while the man himself takes his position behind the desk.
Orbit: I can’t believe it. Seth Lerch, my biggest customer.
Seth: I really think people have the wrong impression of me. They just think I’m some power hungry drunk idiot that just happens to own a wrestling company. But the reality is, I’m just a power hungry drunk that owns a wrestling company.
Fly: Wait, what?
Seth: I’m not an idiot! I’m really smart!
Fly: You have to admit, sometimes you’ve done some things that are…
Seth: I was probably drunk. But everyone in WCF is drunk – all the time! Probably more than me! Before his very, very timely passing Jayson Price’s employment file showed that he’d shown up for work drunk over 200 times! That’s more than the number of weeks than he’s been employed in the company. So why do I get a bad rap?
Orbit: …and you ain’t even black and people treatin’ you like. Damn.
Seth: If I can be a little personal with you guys, sometimes I feel like a…you know…black. I feel like people just don’t understand me. That’s why I hate all of them.
Fly: That’s no matter now. The three of us are going to turn this company upside down. Seth is calling the shots, and Orbit and I are going to have your back. You need me to smack the shit out of someone, I’m down for that. If we do nothing other than eliminate Pantheon, I’ll be content.
Seth: I just miss the old days where nobody would challenge my authority.
Orbit: When was that?
Seth: That was…oh, never. See! That’s bullshit. I should get more respect than that!
Fly: Things are going to be different moving forward Seth. I can guarantee you that. But hey, tell me who I’m facing this week?
Seth: I booked you against Scarecrow and Richards in a tag match. It was amusing watching your Trios team beat up on them so much that I thought we could do it again. However, since Orbit isn’t wrestling I needed to figure out another good teammate to give you. Torture was otherwise busy, so I teamed you with Deuce Murdock. I figured he’d have some steam to let off after last week.
Fly: Shit man, I don’t mind that. Gonzo really showed me something last week. The industry runs on ‘W’s,’ and that’s always been my position, but Gonzo showed he’s a top tier wrestler. I don’t know how the spots for Ultimate Showdown are going to shake out, but I’d love to battle that motherfucker. He’d deserve a spot more than Scarecrow and Richards, motherfuckin’ gimmick champions. Part of me no longer blames Corey Black for losing to him during the Trios finals, but…fuck Corey Black.
The comment forces a smile onto Seth’s lips.
Seth: Yes. Yes indeed.
Fly: Gonzo, Orbit, and I were the three best wrestlers in the whole tournament. Now that Blast has come and gone, I’m sure that motherfucker is ready to get back into the ring and wipe the floor with some overtrumped midcarders. I’ve had some tough losses in my career. Just a few, but still. When that’s happened I wanted to get back into the ring as soon as possible and put that shit behind me. I wanted to send a very clear message that what happened wasn’t going to happen again. I’m fairly certain Gonzo has the same state of mind right now. He doesn’t want to fade back into the pack. He wants to keep his foot of the pedal. He wants to make damn sure everyone knows that, unlike Crow and Richards, he’s not just some whoeverthefuck. He doesn’t want the fucking People’s or Internet Title. He wants the motherfuckin’ belt of all belts. THAT’S the type of wrestler I want to team with.
Seth: So…you’re welcome?
Fly: Don’t get me wrong, Gonzo and I aren’t tight, and we’re not going to pretend to be. It’s just refreshing to see someone who understands what this industry is all about. We got these motherfuckers in Pantheon running around acting like they’re special, like they matter, like they’re the future because they have a bunch of scrub titles and otherwise lackluster accomplishment. Man, I’d rather lose going for that World Title every single match than waste my fucking time trying to puff out my chest because I’m…champion of the people or internet. Yeah, let me tell you, when I had this dream that I wanted to destroy other grown men in a square canvas for a living that dream was always to represent the god damn internet with pride.
Seth and Orbit smile and laugh lightly at the joke.
Fly: Name me someone who has used one of those titles and elevated themselves into a World Champion.
Seth: Torture! And Dune, maybe.
Fly quickly looks over at Seth.
Fly: Seriously?
Seth: Yep. That’s a fact. I know everything about Torture. He’s my favorite wrestler.
Fly: …
Orbit: …
Fly: So look Seth, new rule. When I’m ranting, you just agree with me. That’s kinda how this thing always works. Also, never refer to anyone else as your favorite wrestler.
Seth: My bad.
Fly: ANYWAY, there’s nobody else. Guys like Eric Price and Corey Black won it after they were run out of the Main Event scene and Jayson Price doesn’t count because he’s never been more than a gimmick champion. The other wrestlers on those lists are either Switches the Clown and Kid Phantasm, guys that died well before their time, or were fuckin’ awful. There’s like two dozen Flyjobbers that have held those titles. TWO DOZEN.
Orbit: Hold up, Phantasm died?
Fly shrugs his shoulders.
Fly: Who knows, but it’s quite possible. I just feel that this match is two guys that are World Title caliber, Gonzo and I, versus two guys who are nothing more than roster filler, and will never…ever…amount to anything in this industry. At least Scarecrow understands that provoking me is about the dumbest thing you can possibly do. Instead of going the route of Purse and Black, he’s resigned himself to singing my praises and giving my fair due on Twitter. Like…that’s going to fucking stop me from telling him how awful he is. He’s obviously not Pantheon material. Actually, let me tell you what I really think is going on here. I think this is all some Corey Black scheme.
Orbit: What?
Fly: Oh yeah, hear me out. Do any of us really think Black is dumb enough to surround himself with a bunch of jobbers like he’s done? There’s got to be something more going on here. I think this is some crazy scheme to have Creeping Death around, without the guilt. I think he wants Scarecrow to go fuckin’ crazy. Maybe that’s why he jobbed the Trios Cup in the first place? Because he knew I’d be sad about it and target Pantheon as revenge, giving him reason to unleash his jobber minions on all of us. Crazy Crow comes around and tries to carry out Black’s plans for world domination, and then it’s up to me to stop him.
Orbit: Uh, bro, are you kiddin’ me with this shit?
Seth: Yeah, I’m not following.
Fly: Scarecrow is Creeping Death. That explains why he was invited in the group in the first place. I mean come on, he of all of them is clearly not Pantheon. Black sees his alter ego in Crow. That means I must defeat fake CD before he gains all of his power.
Orbit: I’m just gonna…you know…not comment.
Fly: Good, cause I’m not done! I just faced Richards and Scarecrow a few weeks ago in the Trios Cup Tournament. Is this match really going to be any different? It’s true, I did have Orbit on my side, and it’s also true that both of our teams were weighed down by a lackluster teammate. Richards and Crow had to lug around Jayson Price’s pre-corpse body, and Orbit and I have to carry around the ghost of Corey Black. You ever tried to carry around a ghost? That’s some fuckin’ tough shit. It’s not heavy, it’s just slippery, you know? You make one mistake and tag that ghost into the match and all of a sudden you just lost to whole god damn tournament. A month’s worth of dominance, stripped down to nothing by the original Flyjobber himself, Corey Black.
Fly sighs.
Fly: I suppose that’s my own fault. I take full blame, Steve. I went back to Corey Black well one too many times. Orbit and I should have just went two on three the whole tournament. You live and learn, right? Everyone lives and learns. That’s why I believe that Scarecrow and Richards are going to change their tune from the previous time we met. The last time we met these guys were latching on to anything they thought would get them ‘over’ on me. I heard it all from each of them last time around, and surely I’m going to get the same tired jargon from them once again. I’m old, I’m part-time, I’m not the wrestler I once was, I need to prove myself again, blah, blah.
Fly: This is the difference of perception and fact. The facts are that we compete in an industry that crafts an honest comparison of skill between various wrestlers each and every week. The wrestlers on the wrong side of that coin have to work double-time to tear down that reality and create doubt in its authenticity. That’s where there these comments have come from. They have something to prove and I don’t. I don’t have to bother with such trivial matters. I just point to my motherfuckin’ name tag and laugh at these idiots scrambling around trying to find something ‘hard hitting’ to say about me. You think they’ve noticed that this old guy seems to be winning a lot of fuckin’ matches?
Fly: Last time around Scarecrow called me a ghost of the wrestler of old. There was no way I could still be dominant, because I haven’t been wrestling, he said. I’d moved on, put on a suit, and was doing goofy shit with a snack food company. I was done. Toast. Finished. That’s what he said. Then I smacked the shit out of him and the rest of the Pantheon team and now the motherfucker doesn’t know what to say. He’s on Twitter literally sucking my dick. Richards is no better. He said I can’t show up twice a year and be as good as I was in the past. Why, is that some rule I’m not aware? Am I not KILLING IT right now? I seem to recall beating a shit ton of Pantheon guys over the last two months. This is just fluff, its unsubstantial garbage. This is a dude saying whatever the fuck pops into his head, without vetting it as being intelligent dialogue.
Fly: Alex Richards once said that he hoped to earn my respect and approval as a member of Pantheon. Then he went on television and declared the Internet Title as the greatest title in the company. It’s just another example of how disconnected these guys truly are from what Pantheon is supposed to be. This is why I don’t respect Richards. He’s not out there trying to get WCF’s biggest and baddest belt, he’s content to do the same thing he’s always done – win lower level titles and TALK about how great he perceives himself to be versus actually proving it. The real fact is, like everyone in Pantheon, Alex Richards has been thoroughly embarrassed when he’s found himself in a high level match. That’s why he’s the Internet Champion. That’s why he’s not the future of this company. Most importantly, that’s why he shouldn’t be in any stable advertising themselves as Pantheon. He’s not worthy, and he’s never going to make me feel differently.
Orbit: Black’s fuckin’ lost it, that’s for sure. Crow? Richards? Price? Armstrong? Omega? I mean come on, with a straight face what the fuck did he see in these dudes? There’s no REAL stars in that group. No future World Champions. No Hall of Famers. None of that shit.
Fly: That’s exactly what I’ve been saying this whole time, even when we were teaming with Black in Trios. That’s what’s wrong with not just Pantheon today, but this entire company. It’s time we migrate to reality. The only thing that matters is what you do in that ring. We’ve turned into a company that over glorifies wrestlers who’ve accomplished minimal or nothing. If you haven’t won a World Title, or at least managed to COMPETE for one at a high level like Gonzo, shut the fuck up. You’re not shit. I don’t want to hear about your talent, lack of opportunity, or all your other meaningless accomplishments. I don’t care. Excuses are for bitches. Nobody is motherfuckin’ Jonny Fly.
Fly: I think what might be worse than that, is these god damn Flyjobbers crawling around thinking that things have changed. Take Corey Black for example. What the fuck does he think he’s doing?
Orbit: Crying out for help, bro. Dude can’t take the heat. He’s on some noob shit, getting’ all fuckin’ emotional about what you’ve said over the last few weeks and challenging you to a match because of it.
Fly: All I’ve done was say he cost us a Trios win, which is a god damn fact that people saw for themselves first hand. Is he out of his mind challenging ME to a match? I’d like to know at what point during the countless wins I’ve given him during the last three years did he have this motherfuckin’ epiphany where thought he was actually the better wrestler. It doesn’t make sense. I’ll turn him into my Doc Henry. Flyswatter, three seconds into the match. Game over. I’ll come out on the other side looking pretty damn good – but it’ll literally destroy Corey Black. Is that what he wants, all of his accomplishments over the last three years tainted? Pantheon doesn’t need more motherfuckers jobbing to Jonny Fly right now. He’s supposed to be their leader, but he needs to smarten the fuck up with this shit.
Seth: Black versus Fly. Man, I love my job. Buy rates!
Fly: I don’t even think that’s a match you can hype. Yeah, long-history and all that, but everyone knows who’s going to win that match. It’s a fuckin’ blowout. We’ve seen this already. If Black wants to hand me that satisfaction and you want to book it, fuck it. I literally have no chance at losing and free wins are always fun. Hell, if I need to do it I’ll take every member of Pantheon on individually and beat every_last_one of them until they all go cry in a fuckin’ corner because they’re never going to live up to the banner they’re carrying. Not without me around.
Fly: I’m going to do this whole Scarecrow and Richards thing again this week. Deuce and I will roll them, and then I’ll do it again at Ultimate Showdown. Those two probably won’t even place, and I’ll probably be a five-time World Champion by the time all is said and done. That’s where this story ends.
Orbit: That’ll shut all those ignorant fucks running around saying we can’t come around here whenever we want and win.
Fly: Wrestlers inherently aren’t smart people. The labels we’ve been given since Trios started, that’s the Logan dynamic. He won all these titles in the past, Mr. WCF, all that bullshit, and people see he can’t even beat BioWalker today.
Orbit: I mean – that’s understandable though.
Seth: Is this a good time to tell you guys that I really think Biohazard and I might be the same person? He’s an alien, right? So, maybe I’m him in human form. Sometimes when I’m at work, I really feel the urge to just fuckin’ ooze on everyone and then fly away into space.
Fly: …
Seth: Come on, you guys see the resemblance between us, right? I’m not being crazy.
Fly: Ignoring that, I believe that every wrestler who is considered a ‘legend’ is thought of like Logan, some hack who’s way past their prime. At the very least they think we’re Gravedigger, someone who’s much better suited for commentary than wrestling at this stage in their career. But I never stopped wrestling because I couldn’t cut it. I’ve dominated every second I’ve been in this company. I stopped wrestling because there was nothing left to accomplish, and there was nothing left to accomplish because I’m that…fucking…good.
Fly: Now I’m taking EVERYTHING back. The best guys in this company aren’t Scarecrow and Richards, but fuck them, they’re collateral damage. My sights are set so much higher. I’m coming for everybody. If you’re in the WCF right now and you’re even remotely successful, you’ll see me soon enough. When that happens, they’ll see why I’ve been so successful. They’ll see that I’m not a product of an era, nor have my skills diminished in any way. I’m the best wrestler in WCF history. I’m not just going to talk about it, I’m going to do something that’s foreign to everyone in WCF…I’m going to prove it…this month.
Seth: Well look, this has been fun, but I’m going to go sexually harass some girls downstairs.
Orbit laughs at the comment and responds.
Orbit: Keep it clean, Seth.
Seth: You wouldn’t happen to have any specials right now? Like buy one fuck, get another fuck half off or anything like that?
Orbit: You saved our ass the other day. I’ll give you one on the house. ONE.
Seth smiles wide and jumps up to his seat. He immediately runs out of the room. Seconds later he returns.
Seth: Hey, you remember that time you gave me that free fuck? Do I need like a redemption voucher or some form of documentation...or should I just down there and start railing away?
Orbit: I’ll call down and let them know.
Seth smiles again and disappears again, leaving just Fly and Orbit in the office.
Orbit: Fuckin’ Seth Lerch. God damn, homie. This changes everything.
Fly: For the better. He’s going to be one hell of an asset for us.
Orbit nods his head, now completely on the same page with Fly.
Fly: Alright man, well I’m going to get out of here.
Fly gets up from his seat and he and Orbit exchange a friendly handshake.
Orbit: Good luck this week.
Fly: I won’t need it. Gonzo will have my back and Crow and Richards are awful.
Orbit: I hear that, homie.
With that Fly turns and walks out of the office. He walks through the hall and back into the second floor VIP area. Heading down the steps, he sees Seth Lerch standing on the main stage and dancing with one of the girls. Fly smiles at the sight.
Fly: This is going to go down as the greatest alliance ever.
Fly’s smiles remains, and is the last image as the scene slowly fades to black.
[Scene Ends]
The scariest place in the world is West Oakland at night. Three out of four doctors would tell you that entering such a place is very bad for your health, and may cause significant shortage of life. It’s a really shitty place. Probably where Steve Orbit grew up. It’s hard to believe he’s turned into such an awesome dude despite the horrific environment in which he was raised. Regardless, that’s exactly where this scene is taking place.
It’s nighttime and we’re in an abandoned alley between Center and Peralta streets. There’s a group of men standing in front of the Sav Mor Liquor Store about two blocks away, and their voices in the distance provide the only audible sound in the scene. There’s a faint glow above us from the streetlights, but they don’t serve as proper illumination. After all, in areas like this the maintenance of keeping streetlights on and bright just isn’t high on a cities to do list.
In the distance a figure approaches, slowly coming into focus. Our camera turns around, and we see three other figures coming from the opposite end on the alley. Our camera moves to the side in order to capture the shot of this meeting. Even with the weak lighting, we’re able to identify the single individual as Jonny Fly. Of the three men he is meeting with, one appears to be his newly found antagonist, Chester Blackwood. We infer that the two men with Blackwood are there to protect him, so we’ll just go ahead and call them goons. Fly is the first one to speak.
Fly: I thought we agreed to meet alone.
There’s a soft snicker from Blackwood. With a smirk, he replies.
Blackwood: Considering our history, you’ll have to forgive me for not believing you’d live up to your word.
Fly: You’re a real motherfucker, you know that?
Blackwood: Cut the shit. You invited me here. What do you want?
Fly: I want to talk. Nothing more.
Blackwood: Now you want to talk? That wouldn’t be because of a little incident that occurred last week would it?
Fly: It’s more of a courtesy. Next time, you’re going to be buying a funeral for all of your guys, and not just a couple of them.
Blackwood: Is that right?
Fly: I don’t know who you think you are, but you should know you’ve now entered my world. This game you want to play, I’ve played it before. I’m standing right here in front of you because I won. I always win. If someone was writing my autobiography, that’d be the fuckin’ title – Jonny Fly: The Man Who Always Wins. That’s why this is a courtesy. I’m here to tell you that if you don’t back off I will KILL all of you, without hesitation, and without guilt.
Blackwood scoffs at the response.
Blackwood: It’s a sad predicament you find yourself in, Mr. Fly. This desperate plea for mercy doesn’t suit you so well. I was very fair with you. You took advantage of that, and now you want me to believe you’re doing me some favor by arranging this meeting? What you don’t understand is that I didn’t come here to negotiate with you or listen to your cry for help.
Fly: Would you care to elaborate?
Blackwood: Is it not obvious? I sent eight men to find you. In response, you arrange to have a face-to-face meeting with me.
Blackwood begins laughing.
Blackwood: I mean, how dumb are you? I’m supposed to be afraid of this? One man standing alone in an alley with just words and a trumped up sense of self. I honestly wasn’t expecting this to be so easy.
With that, Blackwood snaps his fingers and his two goons begin moving forward in Fly’s direction. Reacting, Fly takes a quick step back…
…BOOM.
A gunshot rings out into the night. It deflects off the pavement in between Fly and the goons. They stop immediately, looking backward at Blackwood unsure of what just happened. Fly is glad to fill in the blanks.
Fly: As a confession, I didn’t come alone either.
Blackwood: I knew you wouldn’t.
Fly: In fairness, you did try to kill me last week. Should I really be blamed for not coming alone? Plus, Orbit’s just been sitting around the club all day. He really needed to get out and get some fresh air.
Blackwood: He’s going to get more than that.
Curiously, Blackwood smiles and begins laughing. Fly’s eyes lower and he cocks his head ever so slightly.
Fly: Do you want to fill me in on what’s so funny?
Blackwood: I think you can see for yourself.
Blackwood points behind Fly. He quickly spins around to see the silhouette of two men approaching. One of the men is Steve Orbit, and the other is another one of Blackwood’s goons who’s now holding a gun to Orbit’s head, whose mouth has also been covered with duct tape. He shoves Orbit toward Fly and then circles around to join Blackwood and the other men.
Blackwood: Thank you giving away your position, Steve. Face it guys, you’re done. I’m one step ahead of you. I tried to warn you, but that’s the problem with people like you. You think you have this whole criminal underworld shit figured out. Why? Because you ran away from the FBI for a decade? Please, the very best the bureau has make, what, a hundred grand a year? The smartest people don’t work for the government because the government can’t afford them. But…I can.
Fly: I guess you have it all figured out.
Blackwood: I always have it all figured out. If you’d have learned that earlier maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation. Now, I suppose there’s only one thing left. Care to issue any last words?
As the last statement is made, two of Blackwood’s goons raise their pistols in the direction of Fly and Orbit.
Fly: These are not my last words.
Blackwood: Your last words are these are not my last words?
Even in the darkness, we can see Blackwood roll his eyes.
Blackwood: Defiant until the end. How noble. Goodbye gentlemen…
BOOM.
.
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Another shot has rung out, but not from anyone in our scene. It’s another shot that lands on the pavement between Fly and Orbit and Blackwood. Once again, Blackwood’s men are left to try and process what just happened.
Fly: The next one hits someone in the forehead.
The comment brings about a cold reality to Blackwood - Fly has another shooter perched atop the surrounding buildings. He scans the surrounding buildings quickly, not being able to immediately identify where the last shot has come from.
Fly: You don’t have anyone else hanging around, do you?
Blackwood doesn’t respond. His eyes lower and he stares at Fly with a glare of hatred.
Fly: I didn’t think so. Remind me again, what was is that you were saying a moment ago about how smart you are? My life was being threatened at the time and I must have tuned you out.
Blackwood: Well, maybe this will remind you.
Blackwood reaches under his shirt and pulls out his pistol. He takes two steps forward and raises it in Fly’s direction.
Blackwood: I still have more men than you. If I wanted, I could end you right now.
Fly: You in the business of trading your life for someone else’s life? My man’s rifle is on your head right now. There’s only one way out of this for you. Turn around, walk away. We can work this out another day.
With his pistol still pointed at Fly, Blackwood takes a moment to consider the offer. Knowing that he’s been beat, he takes a few steps backward.
Fly: Hey, look at that. Maybe you are smart after all.
Blackwood: This isn’t over. I’m coming for you, Fly. You too Orbit.
Blackwood continues retreating. His men follow suit and eventually the group disappears down the alley and back into the darkness. Fly walks over toward Orbit and takes the tape off his mouth.
Orbit: Fuck bro. I can’t believe that motherfucker got the drop on me. He was just waiting for me to take that shot so he knew my positon.
Fly: We knew that could happen. That’s why we had a backup plan.
Orbit: You never told me who your backup was.
Fly: See for yourself.
Fly turns around a motions toward a building about fifty yards away on the right. We see a silhouette standing on the roof and holding a rifle in hand. We slowly zoom in further until a face becomes visible on the screen.
Seth Lerch.
The scene quickly goes blank.
[Scene Begins]
We begin in Club Violet, the most happening spot in Oakland. This is Steve Orbit’s sanctuary. It’s his club slash pimp headquarters slash opium production facility. The building is two floors with a basement. The ground floor serves as a stripper’s paradise, with a main stage tucked in between two smaller side stages. There are two bars, one on each side of the space. The decoration is upscale, with the colors being mostly dark reds, purples, and black.
Upstairs is the VIP section. Despite several overtures to rename the space the “Jonny Fly Only Section,” Orbit insists on keeping the upstairs open to his higher end clientele. This area is a much quieter and intimate space with just a small bar and plenty of casual seating, couches, booths, and girls. Orbit’s best girls ‘work’ on the top floor. As a separate note, in the back corner there’s a roped off hallway that leads to Orbit’s office. The hallway is decorated with WCF memorabilia and pictures of Orbit with various celebrities that have visited the club. It’s in Orbit’s office where the scene takes hold. The man himself is sitting behind his desk, feet propped up, and scowling in the direction of Jonny Fly who sits on the opposite side of the desk, feet propped up as well.
Orbit: Man, get your feet off my shit.
Fly sad faces, but does as he’s instructed.
Fly: I can tell you’re still upset about this, and that hurts me deeply.
Orbit waves his hand at Fly dismissively.
Orbit: Nah homie, you’re not coming in here playing victim with me. We should have talked about this shit beforehand. Fucking Seth Lerch. What the fuck were you thinking? Not only are you hangin’ out with this motherfucker in regard to WCF business, but getting him involved in our hot fry scheme? That’s the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever done.
Fly: We need his help.
Orbit: I don’t need shit from Seth. You go tell him that.
Fly: We’ve talked about this! You said it yourself on commentary last week. WCF is stale right now, and I know that’s one of the reasons you’re not wrestling. But we can fix that, and Seth wants to help fix it too. The hot fry stuff, man, just like the other day you never know when you could use some help.
Orbit simply stares at Fly. He ignores everything else he’s just said and focuses on one comment in particular.
Orbit: Why did you listen to me doing commentary? You were wrestling during that match.
Fly: I watched the recording because I like hearing you say nice things about me. It really helps me with my low self-esteem issues.
The obvious joke forces a small smile to curl onto Orbit’s lips.
Fly: There he is!
Orbit: I’m just not followin’ all this shit. I don’t see why you just don’t go out and win Showdown and then order will be restored in WCF. Why do we need Seth, and why do we need his help with Blackwood? That fuckin’ coward is going to turn his back on us as soon as shit gets real.
Fly: You trust me, don’t you?
Orbit goes silent. Thoughts of Fly sending him to prison dance in his head momentarily. But then he also remembers turning on Fly and the rest of Pantheon to join the Vapor Kings.
Orbit: I mean yeah, we’re blood. I trust you. I’m just questioning your decision making right now. Of all motherfuckers, YOU joining up with Seth Lerch. I don’t even…
Fly: We all change, bro.
The comment holds truth. Orbit slowly nods his head in agreement.
Fly: Our relationship is a testament to what the wrestling industry does to people. We’ve had highs and lows. Seth and I have had low’s and…well, more lows. But now we’re after the same thing. The circumstances have changed. Seth wants to shake things up, we want to shake things up, this just makes sense. Plus, you should know Seth actually likes to get his hands dirty more than people think. I put that rifle in his hand and he was a natural.
Orbit: There ain’t no god damn way that’s true.
Fly shrugs.
Fly: You were there, bro. He did what he was he was supposed to do, did he not?
Orbit: Nah, it ain’t enough. I’ve seen how Seth operates for years. He wants something out of this. He’s just using us for some gain. You may not have figured it out what exactly, but Seth ain’t one of those motherfuckers that just going around and saving people’s asses because he’s such a nice guy.
Fly: There is a gain for him.
Orbit: Yeah, I just said that.
Fly: The gain is us helping him clean up his shitty company. Seth’s made a habit of aligning with shitty wrestlers over the years to enforce his will. This time, he’s doing it the right way. He went to the top. We just happen to share the same beliefs about his roster. Seth is tired of all these fuckin’ guys, and I don’t blame him.
Orbit sighs deeply. He shakes his head ever so slightly.
Orbit: Shit man, I dunno. Seth’s just…he’s not like us.
Fly: Actually, I think you’d be surprised.
Orbit: Man, there’s gotta be more…
Orbit’s comment is interrupted as some random bitch walks into his office. The girl doesn’t even knock. Orbit face immediately grows red with anger. Fly looks at him and waits, knowing what’s coming next.
Orbit: Bitch, get the fuck out of this office. Who do you think you are? You know better to walk in here without being invited.
Random Bitch: I’m sorry daddy, but there’s been a disturbance on the first floor. Some guy named Alpha Kenny-Wan has been touching the girls in the VIP room. He’s refusing to leave. The bouncers wanted me to get you before they throw him out because he’s apparently he’s a big customer.
Orbit: What the hell do I pay people for? So I still have to deal with this shit?
Orbit gets up from his seat and begins moving toward the door.
Fly: I’m coming with, I don’t want to miss this.
Fly trails behind Orbit as they reach the door heading back out to the hallway. Orbit stops next to his girl momentarily.
Orbit: I’m serious too, if you ever come into my office with asking again and you’re done here. Do you understand me?
Random Bitch: Yes, daddy. Sorry daddy.
Orbit nods his head and continues moving. He walks down the hall and back into the second floor seating area. He takes the staircase down to the main floor where he notices two of his bouncers holding an individual face down at table in the back of the room, away from view from most of the club patrons. Orbit and Fly approach the table.
Orbit: Alright, let him go.
The bouncers release the man, who in response stands up straight. Getting our first look at him we notice that this individual is wearing a Star Wars shirt, thick rimmed black glasses, and has long blonde hair. This person is thin, but has decent height, and upon locking eyes with Orbit there’s an immediate connection. Sparks begin to fly.
I’m not talking about sparks like a love connection. I’m talking about light bulb spaks. Like a “hey, I know you!” connection. Trying to see past the glasses and what we assume is a wig, Orbit sizes up the man going by the name of Alpha Kenny-Wan.
Orbit: Why do you look so familiar?
Alpha: Uh, well you see, I’ve been buying girls in this club for a while.
Orbit: Nah, that ain’t it. I’ve seen you around somewhere else. Take off those glasses.
Alpha slowly takes off the glasses.
Orbit: OH FUCK NO.
Orbit walks forward toward Alpha and grabs hold of his hair, taking off the wig. It’s obvious now that this person masquerading as Alpha Kenny-Wan and buying up girls from Orbit’s club is actually…Seth Lerch.
Orbit: Man, who the fuck let you in here?
Lerch-Wan reaches into his pocket and takes out a stack of money.
Seth: This let me in, of course.
Orbit: You said you’ve been in here buying girls up for how long?
Seth: YEARS. I’m probably your biggest customer. Let me recap how my finances work. People pay me a bunch of money to bring WCF shows to their cities. Sponsors pay me a bunch of money to advertise on those shows. Dumb fans pay a bunch of money for merchandise that has the names and images of a bunch of people that I underpay, and a large cut of that goes into my pocket. I then take all that money and come in here to party.
Orbit: …
Fly begins laughing hysterically.
Fly: God damn, and you said he wasn’t one of us, Steve.
Seth: Oh yeah, definitely. I’m exactly like you guys. I fuck bitches and shoot shit all the time. I hate everyone in WCF. Plus…
Lerch digs into his pocket and pulls out a bag of the world’s greatest snack treat.
Seth: I love hot fries.
Fly: Well, I’m sold.
Lerch: I eat hot fries all day. Sometimes when I’m signing contracts that I don’t even read, I spill hot fry residue all over them and the papers stick together and I don’t even care. I just lick that shit off and open up a new bag.
Fly: Man, I have that same problem, only I lick it off clothes…or women. Sometimes I flip the bag inside out and lick it completely before throwing it away.
Lerch: Yeah, or sometimes I just rub some of the fries around my face and lips so that the spices rub off, then I eat the fries, and then I lick up the rest of the spices, just to prolong the flavor until I can reach back into the bag and get more fries. It just makes for a more efficient and delicious experience.
At this point, Steve Orbit looks completely annoyed at the banter back and forth between Fly and Seth.
Orbit: Aight, you two shut the fuck up with that nonsense. Seth, I don’t care how much you like hot fries or how good you are with a sniper rifle. I don’t care if you feel the same we do about all those motherfuckers in WCF.
Seth: Especially Pantheon. God they suck.
Fly: Right! That’s what I say!
Orbit: MAN STOP TALKING. I don’t care about any of that shit. You come in here and start harassing my girls like this, and that shows me something…
Fly and Seth look at Orbit intently, waiting for what he’s going to say next.
Orbit: …that shows me you a real nigga. Bring it in, homie…
Orbit reaches out and grasps Seth’s hand and gives him a bro hug.
Orbit: God damn. I can’t believe it. Seth Lerch – a real motherfucking player. Spending all your money on these girls, running around shooting shit, man it’s like you my other long last white brotha.
Seth: I could be!
Orbit: Come on ya’ll, let’s take this shit back to my office.
Orbit looks toward his bouncers.
Orbit: We’re good here. From now on, you give this man whatever he wants.
They nod their head understanding and shuffle off back to work. Meanwhile, Fly, Orbit, and Lerch move through the club back toward the staircase. Ascending the stairs to the top floor, they make way toward the hallway in the back corner and back inside Orbit’s office. Fly and Seth take chairs opposite of Orbit’s desk, while the man himself takes his position behind the desk.
Orbit: I can’t believe it. Seth Lerch, my biggest customer.
Seth: I really think people have the wrong impression of me. They just think I’m some power hungry drunk idiot that just happens to own a wrestling company. But the reality is, I’m just a power hungry drunk that owns a wrestling company.
Fly: Wait, what?
Seth: I’m not an idiot! I’m really smart!
Fly: You have to admit, sometimes you’ve done some things that are…
Seth: I was probably drunk. But everyone in WCF is drunk – all the time! Probably more than me! Before his very, very timely passing Jayson Price’s employment file showed that he’d shown up for work drunk over 200 times! That’s more than the number of weeks than he’s been employed in the company. So why do I get a bad rap?
Orbit: …and you ain’t even black and people treatin’ you like. Damn.
Seth: If I can be a little personal with you guys, sometimes I feel like a…you know…black. I feel like people just don’t understand me. That’s why I hate all of them.
Fly: That’s no matter now. The three of us are going to turn this company upside down. Seth is calling the shots, and Orbit and I are going to have your back. You need me to smack the shit out of someone, I’m down for that. If we do nothing other than eliminate Pantheon, I’ll be content.
Seth: I just miss the old days where nobody would challenge my authority.
Orbit: When was that?
Seth: That was…oh, never. See! That’s bullshit. I should get more respect than that!
Fly: Things are going to be different moving forward Seth. I can guarantee you that. But hey, tell me who I’m facing this week?
Seth: I booked you against Scarecrow and Richards in a tag match. It was amusing watching your Trios team beat up on them so much that I thought we could do it again. However, since Orbit isn’t wrestling I needed to figure out another good teammate to give you. Torture was otherwise busy, so I teamed you with Deuce Murdock. I figured he’d have some steam to let off after last week.
Fly: Shit man, I don’t mind that. Gonzo really showed me something last week. The industry runs on ‘W’s,’ and that’s always been my position, but Gonzo showed he’s a top tier wrestler. I don’t know how the spots for Ultimate Showdown are going to shake out, but I’d love to battle that motherfucker. He’d deserve a spot more than Scarecrow and Richards, motherfuckin’ gimmick champions. Part of me no longer blames Corey Black for losing to him during the Trios finals, but…fuck Corey Black.
The comment forces a smile onto Seth’s lips.
Seth: Yes. Yes indeed.
Fly: Gonzo, Orbit, and I were the three best wrestlers in the whole tournament. Now that Blast has come and gone, I’m sure that motherfucker is ready to get back into the ring and wipe the floor with some overtrumped midcarders. I’ve had some tough losses in my career. Just a few, but still. When that’s happened I wanted to get back into the ring as soon as possible and put that shit behind me. I wanted to send a very clear message that what happened wasn’t going to happen again. I’m fairly certain Gonzo has the same state of mind right now. He doesn’t want to fade back into the pack. He wants to keep his foot of the pedal. He wants to make damn sure everyone knows that, unlike Crow and Richards, he’s not just some whoeverthefuck. He doesn’t want the fucking People’s or Internet Title. He wants the motherfuckin’ belt of all belts. THAT’S the type of wrestler I want to team with.
Seth: So…you’re welcome?
Fly: Don’t get me wrong, Gonzo and I aren’t tight, and we’re not going to pretend to be. It’s just refreshing to see someone who understands what this industry is all about. We got these motherfuckers in Pantheon running around acting like they’re special, like they matter, like they’re the future because they have a bunch of scrub titles and otherwise lackluster accomplishment. Man, I’d rather lose going for that World Title every single match than waste my fucking time trying to puff out my chest because I’m…champion of the people or internet. Yeah, let me tell you, when I had this dream that I wanted to destroy other grown men in a square canvas for a living that dream was always to represent the god damn internet with pride.
Seth and Orbit smile and laugh lightly at the joke.
Fly: Name me someone who has used one of those titles and elevated themselves into a World Champion.
Seth: Torture! And Dune, maybe.
Fly quickly looks over at Seth.
Fly: Seriously?
Seth: Yep. That’s a fact. I know everything about Torture. He’s my favorite wrestler.
Fly: …
Orbit: …
Fly: So look Seth, new rule. When I’m ranting, you just agree with me. That’s kinda how this thing always works. Also, never refer to anyone else as your favorite wrestler.
Seth: My bad.
Fly: ANYWAY, there’s nobody else. Guys like Eric Price and Corey Black won it after they were run out of the Main Event scene and Jayson Price doesn’t count because he’s never been more than a gimmick champion. The other wrestlers on those lists are either Switches the Clown and Kid Phantasm, guys that died well before their time, or were fuckin’ awful. There’s like two dozen Flyjobbers that have held those titles. TWO DOZEN.
Orbit: Hold up, Phantasm died?
Fly shrugs his shoulders.
Fly: Who knows, but it’s quite possible. I just feel that this match is two guys that are World Title caliber, Gonzo and I, versus two guys who are nothing more than roster filler, and will never…ever…amount to anything in this industry. At least Scarecrow understands that provoking me is about the dumbest thing you can possibly do. Instead of going the route of Purse and Black, he’s resigned himself to singing my praises and giving my fair due on Twitter. Like…that’s going to fucking stop me from telling him how awful he is. He’s obviously not Pantheon material. Actually, let me tell you what I really think is going on here. I think this is all some Corey Black scheme.
Orbit: What?
Fly: Oh yeah, hear me out. Do any of us really think Black is dumb enough to surround himself with a bunch of jobbers like he’s done? There’s got to be something more going on here. I think this is some crazy scheme to have Creeping Death around, without the guilt. I think he wants Scarecrow to go fuckin’ crazy. Maybe that’s why he jobbed the Trios Cup in the first place? Because he knew I’d be sad about it and target Pantheon as revenge, giving him reason to unleash his jobber minions on all of us. Crazy Crow comes around and tries to carry out Black’s plans for world domination, and then it’s up to me to stop him.
Orbit: Uh, bro, are you kiddin’ me with this shit?
Seth: Yeah, I’m not following.
Fly: Scarecrow is Creeping Death. That explains why he was invited in the group in the first place. I mean come on, he of all of them is clearly not Pantheon. Black sees his alter ego in Crow. That means I must defeat fake CD before he gains all of his power.
Orbit: I’m just gonna…you know…not comment.
Fly: Good, cause I’m not done! I just faced Richards and Scarecrow a few weeks ago in the Trios Cup Tournament. Is this match really going to be any different? It’s true, I did have Orbit on my side, and it’s also true that both of our teams were weighed down by a lackluster teammate. Richards and Crow had to lug around Jayson Price’s pre-corpse body, and Orbit and I have to carry around the ghost of Corey Black. You ever tried to carry around a ghost? That’s some fuckin’ tough shit. It’s not heavy, it’s just slippery, you know? You make one mistake and tag that ghost into the match and all of a sudden you just lost to whole god damn tournament. A month’s worth of dominance, stripped down to nothing by the original Flyjobber himself, Corey Black.
Fly sighs.
Fly: I suppose that’s my own fault. I take full blame, Steve. I went back to Corey Black well one too many times. Orbit and I should have just went two on three the whole tournament. You live and learn, right? Everyone lives and learns. That’s why I believe that Scarecrow and Richards are going to change their tune from the previous time we met. The last time we met these guys were latching on to anything they thought would get them ‘over’ on me. I heard it all from each of them last time around, and surely I’m going to get the same tired jargon from them once again. I’m old, I’m part-time, I’m not the wrestler I once was, I need to prove myself again, blah, blah.
Fly: This is the difference of perception and fact. The facts are that we compete in an industry that crafts an honest comparison of skill between various wrestlers each and every week. The wrestlers on the wrong side of that coin have to work double-time to tear down that reality and create doubt in its authenticity. That’s where there these comments have come from. They have something to prove and I don’t. I don’t have to bother with such trivial matters. I just point to my motherfuckin’ name tag and laugh at these idiots scrambling around trying to find something ‘hard hitting’ to say about me. You think they’ve noticed that this old guy seems to be winning a lot of fuckin’ matches?
Fly: Last time around Scarecrow called me a ghost of the wrestler of old. There was no way I could still be dominant, because I haven’t been wrestling, he said. I’d moved on, put on a suit, and was doing goofy shit with a snack food company. I was done. Toast. Finished. That’s what he said. Then I smacked the shit out of him and the rest of the Pantheon team and now the motherfucker doesn’t know what to say. He’s on Twitter literally sucking my dick. Richards is no better. He said I can’t show up twice a year and be as good as I was in the past. Why, is that some rule I’m not aware? Am I not KILLING IT right now? I seem to recall beating a shit ton of Pantheon guys over the last two months. This is just fluff, its unsubstantial garbage. This is a dude saying whatever the fuck pops into his head, without vetting it as being intelligent dialogue.
Fly: Alex Richards once said that he hoped to earn my respect and approval as a member of Pantheon. Then he went on television and declared the Internet Title as the greatest title in the company. It’s just another example of how disconnected these guys truly are from what Pantheon is supposed to be. This is why I don’t respect Richards. He’s not out there trying to get WCF’s biggest and baddest belt, he’s content to do the same thing he’s always done – win lower level titles and TALK about how great he perceives himself to be versus actually proving it. The real fact is, like everyone in Pantheon, Alex Richards has been thoroughly embarrassed when he’s found himself in a high level match. That’s why he’s the Internet Champion. That’s why he’s not the future of this company. Most importantly, that’s why he shouldn’t be in any stable advertising themselves as Pantheon. He’s not worthy, and he’s never going to make me feel differently.
Orbit: Black’s fuckin’ lost it, that’s for sure. Crow? Richards? Price? Armstrong? Omega? I mean come on, with a straight face what the fuck did he see in these dudes? There’s no REAL stars in that group. No future World Champions. No Hall of Famers. None of that shit.
Fly: That’s exactly what I’ve been saying this whole time, even when we were teaming with Black in Trios. That’s what’s wrong with not just Pantheon today, but this entire company. It’s time we migrate to reality. The only thing that matters is what you do in that ring. We’ve turned into a company that over glorifies wrestlers who’ve accomplished minimal or nothing. If you haven’t won a World Title, or at least managed to COMPETE for one at a high level like Gonzo, shut the fuck up. You’re not shit. I don’t want to hear about your talent, lack of opportunity, or all your other meaningless accomplishments. I don’t care. Excuses are for bitches. Nobody is motherfuckin’ Jonny Fly.
Fly: I think what might be worse than that, is these god damn Flyjobbers crawling around thinking that things have changed. Take Corey Black for example. What the fuck does he think he’s doing?
Orbit: Crying out for help, bro. Dude can’t take the heat. He’s on some noob shit, getting’ all fuckin’ emotional about what you’ve said over the last few weeks and challenging you to a match because of it.
Fly: All I’ve done was say he cost us a Trios win, which is a god damn fact that people saw for themselves first hand. Is he out of his mind challenging ME to a match? I’d like to know at what point during the countless wins I’ve given him during the last three years did he have this motherfuckin’ epiphany where thought he was actually the better wrestler. It doesn’t make sense. I’ll turn him into my Doc Henry. Flyswatter, three seconds into the match. Game over. I’ll come out on the other side looking pretty damn good – but it’ll literally destroy Corey Black. Is that what he wants, all of his accomplishments over the last three years tainted? Pantheon doesn’t need more motherfuckers jobbing to Jonny Fly right now. He’s supposed to be their leader, but he needs to smarten the fuck up with this shit.
Seth: Black versus Fly. Man, I love my job. Buy rates!
Fly: I don’t even think that’s a match you can hype. Yeah, long-history and all that, but everyone knows who’s going to win that match. It’s a fuckin’ blowout. We’ve seen this already. If Black wants to hand me that satisfaction and you want to book it, fuck it. I literally have no chance at losing and free wins are always fun. Hell, if I need to do it I’ll take every member of Pantheon on individually and beat every_last_one of them until they all go cry in a fuckin’ corner because they’re never going to live up to the banner they’re carrying. Not without me around.
Fly: I’m going to do this whole Scarecrow and Richards thing again this week. Deuce and I will roll them, and then I’ll do it again at Ultimate Showdown. Those two probably won’t even place, and I’ll probably be a five-time World Champion by the time all is said and done. That’s where this story ends.
Orbit: That’ll shut all those ignorant fucks running around saying we can’t come around here whenever we want and win.
Fly: Wrestlers inherently aren’t smart people. The labels we’ve been given since Trios started, that’s the Logan dynamic. He won all these titles in the past, Mr. WCF, all that bullshit, and people see he can’t even beat BioWalker today.
Orbit: I mean – that’s understandable though.
Seth: Is this a good time to tell you guys that I really think Biohazard and I might be the same person? He’s an alien, right? So, maybe I’m him in human form. Sometimes when I’m at work, I really feel the urge to just fuckin’ ooze on everyone and then fly away into space.
Fly: …
Seth: Come on, you guys see the resemblance between us, right? I’m not being crazy.
Fly: Ignoring that, I believe that every wrestler who is considered a ‘legend’ is thought of like Logan, some hack who’s way past their prime. At the very least they think we’re Gravedigger, someone who’s much better suited for commentary than wrestling at this stage in their career. But I never stopped wrestling because I couldn’t cut it. I’ve dominated every second I’ve been in this company. I stopped wrestling because there was nothing left to accomplish, and there was nothing left to accomplish because I’m that…fucking…good.
Fly: Now I’m taking EVERYTHING back. The best guys in this company aren’t Scarecrow and Richards, but fuck them, they’re collateral damage. My sights are set so much higher. I’m coming for everybody. If you’re in the WCF right now and you’re even remotely successful, you’ll see me soon enough. When that happens, they’ll see why I’ve been so successful. They’ll see that I’m not a product of an era, nor have my skills diminished in any way. I’m the best wrestler in WCF history. I’m not just going to talk about it, I’m going to do something that’s foreign to everyone in WCF…I’m going to prove it…this month.
Seth: Well look, this has been fun, but I’m going to go sexually harass some girls downstairs.
Orbit laughs at the comment and responds.
Orbit: Keep it clean, Seth.
Seth: You wouldn’t happen to have any specials right now? Like buy one fuck, get another fuck half off or anything like that?
Orbit: You saved our ass the other day. I’ll give you one on the house. ONE.
Seth smiles wide and jumps up to his seat. He immediately runs out of the room. Seconds later he returns.
Seth: Hey, you remember that time you gave me that free fuck? Do I need like a redemption voucher or some form of documentation...or should I just down there and start railing away?
Orbit: I’ll call down and let them know.
Seth smiles again and disappears again, leaving just Fly and Orbit in the office.
Orbit: Fuckin’ Seth Lerch. God damn, homie. This changes everything.
Fly: For the better. He’s going to be one hell of an asset for us.
Orbit nods his head, now completely on the same page with Fly.
Fly: Alright man, well I’m going to get out of here.
Fly gets up from his seat and he and Orbit exchange a friendly handshake.
Orbit: Good luck this week.
Fly: I won’t need it. Gonzo will have my back and Crow and Richards are awful.
Orbit: I hear that, homie.
With that Fly turns and walks out of the office. He walks through the hall and back into the second floor VIP area. Heading down the steps, he sees Seth Lerch standing on the main stage and dancing with one of the girls. Fly smiles at the sight.
Fly: This is going to go down as the greatest alliance ever.
Fly’s smiles remains, and is the last image as the scene slowly fades to black.
[Scene Ends]