Post by Jonny Fly on Jan 1, 2012 13:24:55 GMT -5
[Flashback]
The scene fades in a dark alley in New York City. There is a light drizzle falling, and dim streetlights are our only source of illumination. We’re not able to make out many of the features of this particular alley, but we are able to see the silhouette of several figures down the street. Our camera begins zooming in on the figures and as it does we notice three of them in total, and one seemingly further down the alley. We are nearly on top of the first three figures before we can tell exactly what is happening. Two men, dressed in black trench coats, are holding Berretta M9 pistols and pointing them at the other man in the scene. From further down the alley the fourth man finally comes into view. He walks between the two men holding guns and right up to the face of the other man.
Our camera zooms in even farther and we are able to make out the face of the man who has just entered the scene; John Ridder. Ridder stares into the other man’s eyes and then clenches his fist and thrusts it into the stomach of the man in front of him. The man looks as if he’s going to fall over, but he’s somehow able to support his weight and stop himself. The camera pans to the right side of the man and we notice now that he’s clenching a baseball bat in his hand and is now using it as a cane against the street. Ridder turns away from the man and as he does we spin around to get a view of his victim. The face that comes into view is that of Jonny Fly, and we quickly reach the conclusion that the baseball bat in his hand is the one illustrated to us in ‘Interview con Jonny Fly.’ With his back still facing his longtime nemesis John Ridder begins speaking.
JR: You know, Jonny, once upon a time I thought we were going to run this city together. In a way it’s sad that your ending is going to be so unceremonious.
Ridder turns back to Fly and smiles.
Did you really think that you, alone, were going to walk back into town and ‘take us all out.’ I know you’re an arrogant son of a bitch, but this was just plain dumb. I expected more theatrics from a self-righteous little bitch like you.
Fly interrupts, still wearing his trademark smirk, as if he’s unaffected by his predicament.
You’re selling me short. I have all kinds of theatrics planned for you.
John Ridder’s smiles fades, he nods his head to one of the men he’s with. That man moves toward Fly, raises his pistol above his head and cracks Fly over the head with it. Jonny again stumbles but holds himself up once more with the bat. Ridder finally takes notice of the bat in Fly’s hands.
Oh, what do you have there? Looks like you brought a baseball bat to a gun fight, how cute. This is the end of the road, Fly. There are no more moves to be made. There are no more tricks. I made you a promise last week that I intend to keep. This is going to be the last stand of the great Jonny Fly.
Ridder turns to the men with him.
Take that bat from him; he’s going in…..
Fly begins laughing hysterically. His grip noticeably tightens around the bat.
There’s really something that you should know first.
John Ridder turns curiously back toward Fly. He approaches and once again comes face to face with him.
What the hell is so funny, what are you talking about?
That FBI agent your family had been paying off, I found him.
No you didn’t. That’s impossible; my men couldn’t even find him! But they found you….
His name is Thomas Gregory. You have been paying him for four years to sabotage the investigation into your family and to leave me rotting in witness protection. He’s promised to come clean about everything in return for me sparing his life. The only reason I’m in this alley right now is to meet him. If you still don’t believe me, over there to the left, you’ll see a pen lying on the ground. That’s a voice recorder I planted to catch him admitting everything. I plan to turn that in and clear my name.
Ridder’s eyes open wider with each word. He turns to one of his men and motions for him to go find the pen. The man walks over to the left and comes back with it. He gives it to John Ridder. Ridder inspects the buttons on the side of the pen, and then unscrews it to reveal a USB plug. He smiles at the cleverness.
Well, it looks like I spoiled the party. I always suspected he wasn’t the right man for this job. Today is definitely my day though; I’m going to get rid of two of my biggest problems! I suppose he’ll be here soon?
He’s already here.
Ridder’s smile fades quickly. He looks around…
What the hell do you mean?
This time Fly moves in closer. He speaks softly.
Did you know he’s an instructor for the FBI’s advanced sniper school here in New York?
As Fly says this a pinging sound is heard. One of the men with John Ridder falls to the ground. Our camera turns to the other man in time to see a red dot appear on his chest. Another ping is heard and the man drops to ground immediately. John Ridder watches this happen and grabs Fly, holding him as to not expose himself to the direction of the bullets. Fly looks down on John Ridder and smiles.
John, look at me.
Ridder looks up into Fly’s eyes, scared….frightened….
I win. I ALWAYS win.
With that Fly pushes John Ridder off him, raises the bat he’s been holding horizontally out from his shoulder, barrel pointed toward Ridder’s head, and clicks a button at the bottom of the handle. A loud BANG is heard and John Ridder hits the ground. Fly continues to hold the bat out for effect. Finally he flips it into the air and catches it by the barrel. The camera zooms in and we notice the hole at the top of the bat with a small stream of smoke coming out. Fly smirks, and then remarks…
How’s that for theatrics!
He moves toward Ridder’s body and with the handle of the bat prods at the body. Satisfied that John Ridder is dead he turns back toward the direction of the sniper bullets. A silhouette figure can be made out in the distance walking toward Fly. The figure gets closer and closer until we can tell that it’s FBI Agent Thomas Gregory, decked out in all black, and carrying a large rifle flush on his right shoulder. He looks at the bodies behind Fly.
TG: I’ll make up a story to tell the FBI of what happened here. Your name will be cleared by the morning. I believe we’re even now, Jonny.
Fly smiles, sensing the end of a saga that has plagued him for nearly six years.
Your superiors will never be told of your actions with the Ridder Family, Agent Gregory. I will hold up my end of the agreement as well. However, you took a lot of money from them, and they took a lot from me. The least you could do is…
Agent Gregory interrupts by placing his hand on Fly’s shoulder.
I almost forgot.
Gregory reaches into his pocket and pulls out a single key attached to a key ring. He hands it to Fly.
That’s the key to your mansion. I bought it back in your name earlier today.
Fly looks down at the key in his hand. The titled ‘Jonny Fly Mansion’ was narrated in ‘Interview con Jonny Fly’ and served as the home residence of Fly during his previous wrestling career. Until today, the house has been under foreclosure since the events four years ago that landed Fly in witness protection in Oregon. Fly puts the key into his pocket and then extends his hand out to Agent Gregory.
Thank you. Now we’re even.
Agent Gregory grasps Fly’s hand. As he lets go Fly turns and begins walking away.
What are you going to do now?
Fly turns his head back.
What I’m good at. Wrestle.
Fly turns his head forward and begins walking down the alley slowly disintegrating into the blackness.
[End Flashback]
[Present Day]
We are introduced once again to the Jonny Fly Mansion in New York City, New York. The last time the mansion was seen on WCF television it was a neglected building whose white marble exterior had turned gray with a lack of maintenance. As we zoom around the exterior we can see that the home has been returned to a pearly white finish. The fountain in front of the house is now flowing with crystal clear water. The landscaping is cleanly cut and rich with color from flourishing shrubbery and flowers. The house’s picturesque appearance isn’t a new sight to wrestling fans, as this house has served a variety of roles during Jonny Fly’s previous career. The camera continues to zoom around the house and we notice a large pool and deck area in the back and a man lying on a raft in the water. The man notices the camera and paddles his raft to the side of the pool and gets off. The camera zooms in and we’re able to see that the man on the screen is Jonny Fly. Fly is shirtless, wearing only swim trunks and sunglasses. He motions for the camera to come in closer, removes his sunglasses and begins to speak.
JF: This house you see around you, this is where it all started. I built this place from the ground up; adding a bit each time my former employers would throw more money at me. This is the only thing that I’ve ever created with old-fashioned hard work. Look around you; this is how every man wishes they could live. For the wrestling faithful, I have one more thing to show you…
Fly waves his hand for the camera to follow him. He walks toward the house and enters it through a glass door. The doorway takes us into the kitchen of the house. Instead of looking around we follow Fly who moves past the kitchen, takes a left, and then stops at a pair of stainless steel doors; an elevator. Fly presses a button labeled ‘The Mecca’ and the door immediately opens up. Fly enters the elevator, waits for us to get in, and then presses the button to close the door. The elevator springs to action dropping quickly. Within ten seconds in comes to a halt and the doors open. We exit the elevator onto a cement pavilion. Fly puts his arm out to stop us from moving any further.
JF: Take it all in from here.
We are looking out on a full-sized arena. In the center of our view is a wrestling ring complete with an outside ring area, announcer’s booths, and a ramp leading up to a stage. Surrounding the ring all the way around are rows upon rows of seating. The pavilion Fly is standing on leads to a staircase that goes all the way down to the ringside area. Fly begins walking down the steps and when he gets to the bottom he opens a gate and enters the ringside area. We continue to follow him as he circles halfway around the ring before reaching the ring steps and elevating himself into the ring. Inside the ring now we look out three-hundred and sixty degrees to see all the seats around the ring. As if noticing, Fly comments.
There are 7,500 seats total. This is my pride and joy. When I’m dead and buried, this is where I hope they put the museum. I’ve built this, I’ve wrestled here, and I’ve hosted shows here when I was the Owner of TNT Wrestling. I still practice in this ring every week. This place has spawned a 5 time World Champion.
As Fly says this he points to the rafters where five banners are hanging. The first one reads ‘UWA World Champion’ and the other four read ‘TNT World Champion.’ Each banner lists the dates of Fly title reigns.
As you can see, those are the only things that hang in here. Those are the only banners that are acceptable. I’ve won a Television title, some Eurasian titles, some Tag-Team titles, but at this point in my career, those are meaningless to me. I don’t advertise them. I don’t accept anything other than being the best…and I am the best. That brings me to my next match; in a few days from now I will face Kaylyn James Evans for the WCF Television Title at an event that I’ve been lead to believe is the biggest of the entire year. We need to discuss how we got to this point, though.
Fly turns and looks into the camera.
After I put Aaron Miles out of commission I figured they should just give me that damn belt. After all, the caliber of the normal wrestler in the Television Title division shouldn’t be in a ring with me. Miles’ fate proved that. Instead, Kaylyn James Evans asked for a title shot, got rejected, and then got her wish later in the show because of the urging of some guy named Torture. This is the same guy I seen on the stage during Donald Deruty’s acceptance of the Wrestler of the Year award last week, and the same guy who is the special guest referee for the World Title match at One. I don’t know this guy, and I don’t know his history in the WCF, and I don’t give a fuck. What I can tell you is its already pretty fuckin’ annoying seeing him around during all these big events. I’ve wrestled Donald Deruty, I know for a fact that award he got last week is going to be the highlight of his miserable career. Torture shouldn’t be on that stage taking away from his moment. His year is bigger than Torture.
I don’t know what possessed that man to force an opponent upon me, but I want to make one thing clear. The next time Torture speaks my name I’m going to grab it back out of the air and force it back down his throat. That motherfucker doesn’t know a god damn thing about me. He certainly doesn’t know what MY FANS want to see. My fans don't give a fuck about the Television Title! Someone please update that unimaginative cretin and tell him I’m not a young star, and the TV title isn’t immortality. I’m already fucking immortal. Torture is the past of this company, I’m the future. He’s a hanger-on who lives on his former glory by trying to portray people like me as something less than him. I’m the guy who SHOWS PEOPLE they are less than me. In rings like this one, where I stand right now, I’m the top of the fuckin’ food chain. I’ve said it countless times since I started wrestling with the WCF, if someone wants to tell me differently, and PLEASE someone tell me differently, I welcome the fight.
With that said, at One I’m going to show Kaylyn James Evans that we aren’t in 2011 anymore. She is the Television Title Champion of the year. What a piece of shit accomplishment that is. That’s just an advertisement that for an entire year she couldn’t get off the mid-card of what was a floundering company. In the era we are in now, the era of Jonny Fly, more is expected than that. That’s why Kaylyn isn’t going to win at One. I’m taking this company to heights that are unimaginative to the simpletons that dot our roster. I can’t allow the WCF to have a title belt, even the TV Title, represented by such mediocrity. I don’t know why Kaylyn wanted this title shot. She couldn’t beat Aaron Miles, then watched me nearly kill the man, and apparently something clicked in her head that this was now an opportunity for her. This isn’t an opportunity for Kaylyn. She’s been struggling lately, and I should be the last person in this company she should want to be in a ring with. This is going to be an old-fashioned beating. This is the match that is going to show her that you won’t be able to rely on that trusty old Television Title for accomplishment and self-worth. After I’m done with Kaylyn, she’s going to need to go back to drawing board if she ever hopes to regain even that level of significance in the WCF.
I don’t know much of the backstory between Kaylyn and Roy Speede. I do know that she has to wrestle against him before even getting a chance to see me. Of course, that works to my advantage. I don’t need it to, but it does by default. From where I stand, I’m going to be facing a tired and lesser opponent. I’ll say it again; they really should have just given me the belt. I don’t know what the New Year has in store for me. It’s safe to assume that I’ll be the Television Champion, and it’s safe to assume that there are going to be very few people with the ability to take it off of me. I assume for the benefit of the company I’ll just have to let someone else have it at some point. Regardless, this is going to be the year of Jonny Fly in WCF. I have yet to lose a match, and I can guarantee that losses are going to be few and far between for this entire year. Kaylyn James Evans and the Television Title are just the start of a year that will be unparalleled in its dominance. This, this ring, this is my mecca, my nerve center. At the Wells Fargo arena at One, that’s my line in the sand. As we cross that line into the New Year my opponents should know that the consequences are permanent and irreversible. This is my year, and there isn’t one of you skilled enough to stop that.
You can show yourself out.
Fly walks to the edge of the ring and then takes one last look to the rafters at the banners hanging. He bends himself under the top rope and jumps down from the ring. He goes back to the gate and begins walking up the stairs back to the elevator. The scene slowly fades out.
[END]
The scene fades in a dark alley in New York City. There is a light drizzle falling, and dim streetlights are our only source of illumination. We’re not able to make out many of the features of this particular alley, but we are able to see the silhouette of several figures down the street. Our camera begins zooming in on the figures and as it does we notice three of them in total, and one seemingly further down the alley. We are nearly on top of the first three figures before we can tell exactly what is happening. Two men, dressed in black trench coats, are holding Berretta M9 pistols and pointing them at the other man in the scene. From further down the alley the fourth man finally comes into view. He walks between the two men holding guns and right up to the face of the other man.
Our camera zooms in even farther and we are able to make out the face of the man who has just entered the scene; John Ridder. Ridder stares into the other man’s eyes and then clenches his fist and thrusts it into the stomach of the man in front of him. The man looks as if he’s going to fall over, but he’s somehow able to support his weight and stop himself. The camera pans to the right side of the man and we notice now that he’s clenching a baseball bat in his hand and is now using it as a cane against the street. Ridder turns away from the man and as he does we spin around to get a view of his victim. The face that comes into view is that of Jonny Fly, and we quickly reach the conclusion that the baseball bat in his hand is the one illustrated to us in ‘Interview con Jonny Fly.’ With his back still facing his longtime nemesis John Ridder begins speaking.
JR: You know, Jonny, once upon a time I thought we were going to run this city together. In a way it’s sad that your ending is going to be so unceremonious.
Ridder turns back to Fly and smiles.
Did you really think that you, alone, were going to walk back into town and ‘take us all out.’ I know you’re an arrogant son of a bitch, but this was just plain dumb. I expected more theatrics from a self-righteous little bitch like you.
Fly interrupts, still wearing his trademark smirk, as if he’s unaffected by his predicament.
You’re selling me short. I have all kinds of theatrics planned for you.
John Ridder’s smiles fades, he nods his head to one of the men he’s with. That man moves toward Fly, raises his pistol above his head and cracks Fly over the head with it. Jonny again stumbles but holds himself up once more with the bat. Ridder finally takes notice of the bat in Fly’s hands.
Oh, what do you have there? Looks like you brought a baseball bat to a gun fight, how cute. This is the end of the road, Fly. There are no more moves to be made. There are no more tricks. I made you a promise last week that I intend to keep. This is going to be the last stand of the great Jonny Fly.
Ridder turns to the men with him.
Take that bat from him; he’s going in…..
Fly begins laughing hysterically. His grip noticeably tightens around the bat.
There’s really something that you should know first.
John Ridder turns curiously back toward Fly. He approaches and once again comes face to face with him.
What the hell is so funny, what are you talking about?
That FBI agent your family had been paying off, I found him.
No you didn’t. That’s impossible; my men couldn’t even find him! But they found you….
His name is Thomas Gregory. You have been paying him for four years to sabotage the investigation into your family and to leave me rotting in witness protection. He’s promised to come clean about everything in return for me sparing his life. The only reason I’m in this alley right now is to meet him. If you still don’t believe me, over there to the left, you’ll see a pen lying on the ground. That’s a voice recorder I planted to catch him admitting everything. I plan to turn that in and clear my name.
Ridder’s eyes open wider with each word. He turns to one of his men and motions for him to go find the pen. The man walks over to the left and comes back with it. He gives it to John Ridder. Ridder inspects the buttons on the side of the pen, and then unscrews it to reveal a USB plug. He smiles at the cleverness.
Well, it looks like I spoiled the party. I always suspected he wasn’t the right man for this job. Today is definitely my day though; I’m going to get rid of two of my biggest problems! I suppose he’ll be here soon?
He’s already here.
Ridder’s smile fades quickly. He looks around…
What the hell do you mean?
This time Fly moves in closer. He speaks softly.
Did you know he’s an instructor for the FBI’s advanced sniper school here in New York?
As Fly says this a pinging sound is heard. One of the men with John Ridder falls to the ground. Our camera turns to the other man in time to see a red dot appear on his chest. Another ping is heard and the man drops to ground immediately. John Ridder watches this happen and grabs Fly, holding him as to not expose himself to the direction of the bullets. Fly looks down on John Ridder and smiles.
John, look at me.
Ridder looks up into Fly’s eyes, scared….frightened….
I win. I ALWAYS win.
With that Fly pushes John Ridder off him, raises the bat he’s been holding horizontally out from his shoulder, barrel pointed toward Ridder’s head, and clicks a button at the bottom of the handle. A loud BANG is heard and John Ridder hits the ground. Fly continues to hold the bat out for effect. Finally he flips it into the air and catches it by the barrel. The camera zooms in and we notice the hole at the top of the bat with a small stream of smoke coming out. Fly smirks, and then remarks…
How’s that for theatrics!
He moves toward Ridder’s body and with the handle of the bat prods at the body. Satisfied that John Ridder is dead he turns back toward the direction of the sniper bullets. A silhouette figure can be made out in the distance walking toward Fly. The figure gets closer and closer until we can tell that it’s FBI Agent Thomas Gregory, decked out in all black, and carrying a large rifle flush on his right shoulder. He looks at the bodies behind Fly.
TG: I’ll make up a story to tell the FBI of what happened here. Your name will be cleared by the morning. I believe we’re even now, Jonny.
Fly smiles, sensing the end of a saga that has plagued him for nearly six years.
Your superiors will never be told of your actions with the Ridder Family, Agent Gregory. I will hold up my end of the agreement as well. However, you took a lot of money from them, and they took a lot from me. The least you could do is…
Agent Gregory interrupts by placing his hand on Fly’s shoulder.
I almost forgot.
Gregory reaches into his pocket and pulls out a single key attached to a key ring. He hands it to Fly.
That’s the key to your mansion. I bought it back in your name earlier today.
Fly looks down at the key in his hand. The titled ‘Jonny Fly Mansion’ was narrated in ‘Interview con Jonny Fly’ and served as the home residence of Fly during his previous wrestling career. Until today, the house has been under foreclosure since the events four years ago that landed Fly in witness protection in Oregon. Fly puts the key into his pocket and then extends his hand out to Agent Gregory.
Thank you. Now we’re even.
Agent Gregory grasps Fly’s hand. As he lets go Fly turns and begins walking away.
What are you going to do now?
Fly turns his head back.
What I’m good at. Wrestle.
Fly turns his head forward and begins walking down the alley slowly disintegrating into the blackness.
[End Flashback]
[Present Day]
We are introduced once again to the Jonny Fly Mansion in New York City, New York. The last time the mansion was seen on WCF television it was a neglected building whose white marble exterior had turned gray with a lack of maintenance. As we zoom around the exterior we can see that the home has been returned to a pearly white finish. The fountain in front of the house is now flowing with crystal clear water. The landscaping is cleanly cut and rich with color from flourishing shrubbery and flowers. The house’s picturesque appearance isn’t a new sight to wrestling fans, as this house has served a variety of roles during Jonny Fly’s previous career. The camera continues to zoom around the house and we notice a large pool and deck area in the back and a man lying on a raft in the water. The man notices the camera and paddles his raft to the side of the pool and gets off. The camera zooms in and we’re able to see that the man on the screen is Jonny Fly. Fly is shirtless, wearing only swim trunks and sunglasses. He motions for the camera to come in closer, removes his sunglasses and begins to speak.
JF: This house you see around you, this is where it all started. I built this place from the ground up; adding a bit each time my former employers would throw more money at me. This is the only thing that I’ve ever created with old-fashioned hard work. Look around you; this is how every man wishes they could live. For the wrestling faithful, I have one more thing to show you…
Fly waves his hand for the camera to follow him. He walks toward the house and enters it through a glass door. The doorway takes us into the kitchen of the house. Instead of looking around we follow Fly who moves past the kitchen, takes a left, and then stops at a pair of stainless steel doors; an elevator. Fly presses a button labeled ‘The Mecca’ and the door immediately opens up. Fly enters the elevator, waits for us to get in, and then presses the button to close the door. The elevator springs to action dropping quickly. Within ten seconds in comes to a halt and the doors open. We exit the elevator onto a cement pavilion. Fly puts his arm out to stop us from moving any further.
JF: Take it all in from here.
We are looking out on a full-sized arena. In the center of our view is a wrestling ring complete with an outside ring area, announcer’s booths, and a ramp leading up to a stage. Surrounding the ring all the way around are rows upon rows of seating. The pavilion Fly is standing on leads to a staircase that goes all the way down to the ringside area. Fly begins walking down the steps and when he gets to the bottom he opens a gate and enters the ringside area. We continue to follow him as he circles halfway around the ring before reaching the ring steps and elevating himself into the ring. Inside the ring now we look out three-hundred and sixty degrees to see all the seats around the ring. As if noticing, Fly comments.
There are 7,500 seats total. This is my pride and joy. When I’m dead and buried, this is where I hope they put the museum. I’ve built this, I’ve wrestled here, and I’ve hosted shows here when I was the Owner of TNT Wrestling. I still practice in this ring every week. This place has spawned a 5 time World Champion.
As Fly says this he points to the rafters where five banners are hanging. The first one reads ‘UWA World Champion’ and the other four read ‘TNT World Champion.’ Each banner lists the dates of Fly title reigns.
As you can see, those are the only things that hang in here. Those are the only banners that are acceptable. I’ve won a Television title, some Eurasian titles, some Tag-Team titles, but at this point in my career, those are meaningless to me. I don’t advertise them. I don’t accept anything other than being the best…and I am the best. That brings me to my next match; in a few days from now I will face Kaylyn James Evans for the WCF Television Title at an event that I’ve been lead to believe is the biggest of the entire year. We need to discuss how we got to this point, though.
Fly turns and looks into the camera.
After I put Aaron Miles out of commission I figured they should just give me that damn belt. After all, the caliber of the normal wrestler in the Television Title division shouldn’t be in a ring with me. Miles’ fate proved that. Instead, Kaylyn James Evans asked for a title shot, got rejected, and then got her wish later in the show because of the urging of some guy named Torture. This is the same guy I seen on the stage during Donald Deruty’s acceptance of the Wrestler of the Year award last week, and the same guy who is the special guest referee for the World Title match at One. I don’t know this guy, and I don’t know his history in the WCF, and I don’t give a fuck. What I can tell you is its already pretty fuckin’ annoying seeing him around during all these big events. I’ve wrestled Donald Deruty, I know for a fact that award he got last week is going to be the highlight of his miserable career. Torture shouldn’t be on that stage taking away from his moment. His year is bigger than Torture.
I don’t know what possessed that man to force an opponent upon me, but I want to make one thing clear. The next time Torture speaks my name I’m going to grab it back out of the air and force it back down his throat. That motherfucker doesn’t know a god damn thing about me. He certainly doesn’t know what MY FANS want to see. My fans don't give a fuck about the Television Title! Someone please update that unimaginative cretin and tell him I’m not a young star, and the TV title isn’t immortality. I’m already fucking immortal. Torture is the past of this company, I’m the future. He’s a hanger-on who lives on his former glory by trying to portray people like me as something less than him. I’m the guy who SHOWS PEOPLE they are less than me. In rings like this one, where I stand right now, I’m the top of the fuckin’ food chain. I’ve said it countless times since I started wrestling with the WCF, if someone wants to tell me differently, and PLEASE someone tell me differently, I welcome the fight.
With that said, at One I’m going to show Kaylyn James Evans that we aren’t in 2011 anymore. She is the Television Title Champion of the year. What a piece of shit accomplishment that is. That’s just an advertisement that for an entire year she couldn’t get off the mid-card of what was a floundering company. In the era we are in now, the era of Jonny Fly, more is expected than that. That’s why Kaylyn isn’t going to win at One. I’m taking this company to heights that are unimaginative to the simpletons that dot our roster. I can’t allow the WCF to have a title belt, even the TV Title, represented by such mediocrity. I don’t know why Kaylyn wanted this title shot. She couldn’t beat Aaron Miles, then watched me nearly kill the man, and apparently something clicked in her head that this was now an opportunity for her. This isn’t an opportunity for Kaylyn. She’s been struggling lately, and I should be the last person in this company she should want to be in a ring with. This is going to be an old-fashioned beating. This is the match that is going to show her that you won’t be able to rely on that trusty old Television Title for accomplishment and self-worth. After I’m done with Kaylyn, she’s going to need to go back to drawing board if she ever hopes to regain even that level of significance in the WCF.
I don’t know much of the backstory between Kaylyn and Roy Speede. I do know that she has to wrestle against him before even getting a chance to see me. Of course, that works to my advantage. I don’t need it to, but it does by default. From where I stand, I’m going to be facing a tired and lesser opponent. I’ll say it again; they really should have just given me the belt. I don’t know what the New Year has in store for me. It’s safe to assume that I’ll be the Television Champion, and it’s safe to assume that there are going to be very few people with the ability to take it off of me. I assume for the benefit of the company I’ll just have to let someone else have it at some point. Regardless, this is going to be the year of Jonny Fly in WCF. I have yet to lose a match, and I can guarantee that losses are going to be few and far between for this entire year. Kaylyn James Evans and the Television Title are just the start of a year that will be unparalleled in its dominance. This, this ring, this is my mecca, my nerve center. At the Wells Fargo arena at One, that’s my line in the sand. As we cross that line into the New Year my opponents should know that the consequences are permanent and irreversible. This is my year, and there isn’t one of you skilled enough to stop that.
You can show yourself out.
Fly walks to the edge of the ring and then takes one last look to the rafters at the banners hanging. He bends himself under the top rope and jumps down from the ring. He goes back to the gate and begins walking up the stairs back to the elevator. The scene slowly fades out.
[END]
