Post by Jonny Fly on Jan 22, 2012 16:15:51 GMT -5
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The scene fades in inside of a vehicle. We are looking around the inside of the car, which does appear to be moving, and we notice that there are three men inside of the car with us. There are two men in the front seats, and one man in the back. All three men are wearing black dress slacks and black trenchcoats. The man in the passenger seat looks out his window and speaks.
Man: There it is. That's the sign for Reading.
The driver looks over at the sign and nods his head. The man in the passenger seat turns around and speaks to the man in the back seat.
Make the call. Tell them to get set up. We end this tonight, gentlemen.
The man in the back seat pulls out his phone, dials a number, and then puts the phone up to his ear.
We're in town. Get set up. We're going to the arena and from there we'll bring him to you.
The man closes his phone and puts it back into his pocket.
Everything good?
Good to go. They'll be ready for us.
The man in the front seat smiles and then turns back around. The car merges into the right exit lane labeled 'Reading, Pennsylvania.' As it does, the scene fades out.
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Our scene begins in a small room. The room is bordered by large bookcases filled with worn books. There is a desk and two chairs positioned in the middle of the room. In one of the chairs we can see Jonny Fly sitting and in the chair next to him we see Jonny Fly's manager. The two men are currently alone in the room staring at the endless racks of books on the wall. Fly fidgets in his seat, and then looks toward his 'Manager.'
JF: Seriously, after this we're getting hookers. You're paying.
JFM: I paid last night!
You honestly need to go back and read through your job description. You are the designated hooker purchasing agent of the two of us.
That's bullshit. If I pay for them all the time, I should at least get to enjoy them.
Fuck you. It's not my fault that even hookers don't want to have sex with you.
As Fly says this a door leading into the room behind them opens and a smallish, raggedy man enters the room. He's wearing wrinkled khaki pants and a light blue, short-sleeve button-down shirt. He has a full beard and about one inch thick glasses. He closes the door behind him and moves toward his desk. He takes a seat and Fly is the first to greet him.
Hello Robin!
The man scrunches his face, puzzled at the remark.
My name isn't Robin.
Haha, good joke. No, no, you're clearly Robin. Look around this place.
The man, still looking bewildered, scans his office.
I don't know what you are talking about. My name is Dr. Jefferson. Looking at the file it appears your employer, Mr. Seth Lerch, has mandated that you come for a visit, today.
Look, Robin, this is really kind of a waste of my time. Would you mind just writing down that I was here and we had a nice little heart-to-heart so I can move on with my life?
Dr. Jefferson shakes his head 'no' and then looks over at Fly's manager.
Who is he, why is he here?
That's my manager. He's here to answer any of the questions that I don't want to, Robin.
Dr. Jefferson looks at Jonny Fly's Manager.
Can you please explain to me why he's calling me Robin?
Robin Williams. Good Will Hunting. Look at this place, you're clearly trying to be Robin Williams.
Dr. Jefferson smiles and nods calmly. He then returns his attention to Jonny.
I see how this meeting is going to go. Let's just get into it. Jonny, your employer has recommended you come here today because he has some concerns about your attitude. He simply wants me to chat with you today and see where your head is at moving forward. Regardless of you friend's presence here, you are required to answer all questions as honestly as possible. If I don't feel you are being cooperative, then I'll have to bring you back for another visit. Do you understand?
Fly looks over at his manager.
I think you should answer that one.
I don't understand, Robin.
Dr. Jefferson rolls his eyes and then continues.
It also appears that Mr. Lerch has written a requirement that if you do not finish your time with me before Sunday, then you will not be allowed to compete this Sunday at Slam. I admit I'm not a big wrestling follower, but I do believe that if you can't compete, your Television Title changes hands on the disqualification. Correct?
I'm going to have to have a long chat with Seth after this. Alright, Robin, fire away with all your little questions.
Good. Let's talk about why you wanted to become a wrestler in the first place.
What the hell does that have to do with anything?
These are normal questions for someone I'm seeing for the first time.
For someone you're seeing for the first time? Damn, Robin, you must be a fun first date.
Answer the question, Jonny.
Okay. I became a wrestler because it was what I was good at. I grew up..it's not important how I grew up, what's important is that I've been fighting my whole life. I got a contract to do it professionally and so it started. Happy?
Why are you hiding how you grew up?
Why are you hiding the fact that your life goal is to be a movie character?
I'm sorry, but I'm the one who asks the questions. Are you ashamed of your upbringing?
My upbringing? Look, this might be a little hard for someone whose parents probably paid their way through all their school so that they can judge other people, but I didn't have an upbringing.
Everyone has an upbringing, Jonny. It's the environment in which you are in during your formative years. It has nothing to do with a mother and father.
I grew up with an Uncle. He died when I was 12. I...avoided...foster homes after that.
You were homeless?
Not at all.
I don't understand, Jonny.
I know you don't. That's why this whole visit is a crock of shit. Why don't you just get into the real questions you want to ask me.
Okay, fair enough. You're employed by the Wrestling Championship Federation, which you joined upon a four year absence from the wrestling industry. What is your situation now within the WCF, how's it going there?
Television Champion. Unbeatable. Best wrestler in the entire company. Best wrestler in the entire world. I think that sums it up.
By your own accounts, you're the best wrestler in the company. Yet, your only the Television Champion. Does this make you feel inferior in any way?
Inferior? Good fucking lord, no. Me? I don't really care about labels, Robin. I have the belt because that is what has been put in front of me. That's the only belt I've I had a chance for, and since I win every match, it's the only belt I have. That's a very simple formula.
Do you feel you deserve more?
Isn't that like the same fuckin' question?
Let me level with you. One of the things Seth wanted me to talk to you about are your outbursts. According to him, every time your on television you lash out at anyone and everyone who even whispers your name. Are the reasons for these outburts due to the fact you don't feel your title properly signifies your abilities as a wrestler?
Manager, answer this dumbass.
Define outburst, Robin.
You, I mean Jonny, has recently expressed great displeasure for the amount of competition he faces for the Television Title. Those instances I am calling outbursts. In other words, it's a cry for attention.
Jonny Fly has no problem crushing substandard wrestlers into the ground weekly. He doesn't need to prove himself to anyone in the WCF. In the WCF, currently, the Television Champion is the champion of all the champions.
Exactly. There is no greater thrill than watching these second-rate wrestlers get their hopes raised each week that they can be the Television Champion, and then crushing them back down to obscurity. I'm too good for the belt, it's true, but that's only making this more fun. Unlike the others, I get to defend it every week, and every week it's the same result.
Okay. Let's switch Tell me about last week, why did you attack your own partner in the War Games?
The guy I attacked, Gage Gannon, is absolutely worthless, that's why I attacked him. I didn't pick him as a partner, and I don't have to team with him. Gage was sent a message on that night, and that message was carried through two days later at Slam. Just like I told him it would. Gage Gannon was thrust upon the WCF by Odin Balfore. He started thinking he was better than he is and I put him back into his place. He's not worthy of being in a ring with me. He wasn't worthy of being at War Games. Now Gage can fade into obscurity with all the other terrible wrestlers who've wasted my time. He's missed his chance at success here in the WCF. I'll take the credit for that.
Why do you act like that. That whole speech right there, why do you HAVE to have this persona as the dominant wrestler? Why do you have to 'crush people down to obscurity?' Why is someone 'not good enough to be in a ring with you?'
That's a dumb fuck question. I'm a professional wrestler. The point is to be the tough guy, the dominant wrestler. It's not an act, it's a requirement of the profession. Unless, of course, you're Roy Speede and you have an overgrown vagina and like to try to fend for poor helpless bitches who can't help themselves.
What are you talking about?
Roy Speede. He's a wrestler who acts like..well..like Robin Williams from that one movie. What is it?
Patch Adams!
No, that's not it...
Flubber!
Come on, Jonny, be serious. I know you know it.
Mrs. Doubtfire!
Bingo! Yeah, that's it, when he disguises himself as some bitch. I can seriously see that being Roy Speede.
Good call, manager. Yeah, Robin, you were pretty good in that one.
I wasn't in Mrs. Doubtfire. I've never been in any movies. I'm not Robin Williams, and I'm not sure what Roy Speede has to do with anything we're talking about.
Your right, Robin, we should talk about Alex Bankmanship instead.
Well, yeah, actually, we need to. I know that he's your opponent this week. What Seth wants to see is you to be more professional in your television appearances. It's this guy's first match in the company. As a citizen of the WCF you should be encouraging him to do his best, not endlessly cutting him down. Seth wants you to be a role model for the younger group of wrestlers, not a barrier to entry, so to speak.
Doc, no disrespect...I mean, well no, this is going to be disrespectful...but you are a fucking idiot. You know nothing about the wrestling industry. You want everyone to hold each other's hands and pamper their tampons together. No! I beat my way into the WCF. This is who I am. Everyone fends for themselves. If someone wants to make a name for themselves, beat me. That's why I'm doing myself, every week, beating whoever they put in front of me. That's why I've come so far in such a short time here. I honestly don't know why the hell I'm here other than the fact I'm destroying all of Lerch's roster and making it pretty damn well known that there isn't anyone here better than me.
Seth should be the one here! He's absolutely lost it. The man is crazy. He's watched my dominance unfold and somewhere along the line a light bulb hit and he decided that Alex Bankmanship, in his first ever match, should get a shot at the gold...at me. I'm telling you, next week Lerch is going to introduce himself at the show as Chris Avery. Just watch. Bankmanship may never wrestle again at the end of this match. Seth should know better. You, as some movie rip-off psychiatrist, might think that's me trying to be a tough guy, or a bully, but it's the fact. It's my job to perform at my best. My best is infinitely...better...than whoever the fuck this guy is I'm facing this week. He has absolutely no chance this week. None.
Again, why do you have to hurt someone? You should want to win, I understand that, but you don't have to hurt someone to make that point.
I've had a long career. I'll tell you one thing about this industry, there are no friends. If you win a match and help a guy up, he'll use that weakness to his advantage and put you out of commission for good. This is an industry where the strongest rise to the top. Everyone is jockeying for position at every moment; hierarchy is everything. I've evolved a lot in my career, as a wrestler, and as a person. I entered this industry as 'The Kid Wonder,' an eighteen year old wide-eyed kid who wanted nothing more than to make a name for himself. Then I became 'The International Icon,' a wrestler beloved by millions across the world. Then I evolved into 'The Equalizer.' The wrestler so good, so powerful, so dominant, and so brutal, that my mere presence changed the landscape of this industry forever. Before I joined WCF I already was a Hall of Famer and a Five-Time World Champion.
I know exactly what I can do in a wrestling ring. The problem is, nobody here understands it yet. They have not yet got the full experience of what I am capable of. I go out every week with the sole mission of turning the company on its fucking ass. I exist in the WCF only to wipe clean the record books and destroy the old guard. To do that, people have to be hurt. They're going to fight back eventually, and that's when the fun will start. I am pressing the refresh button on this company and starting a new Era. My era. Continuing the dominance I left off with four years ago. I know the individuals here who may be able to stand up to me, but it's not Roy Speede, Alex Bankmanship, or Gage Gannon. Therefore, they must be disposed of.
By hurting them?
Collateral damage. Nuisances in the way of the ultimate goal.
I'll be honest with you, Mr. Fly, usually your type of attitude manifests itself when someone is battling inner demons. These type of people lash out at everyone around them. I think that's why Seth is concerned. Is there something going on outside of the wrestling ring that you want to talk about?
Fly, usually extremely boisterous, simply stares at Dr. Jefferson. Jonny Fly's Manager turns and looks at Fly, awaiting a response. Fly, despite knowing that Dr. Jefferson is correct in his assessment of Fly's inner demons, smirks, and responds in a fashion we've become accustomed to.
You think you have someone all figured out after ten minutes. You don't know anything about me. There is nothing going on in my life that I am not one-hundred percent in control of. Read into that whatever you want.
What I read is that there is something going on. Mr. Fly, you've shown a pattern of sporadic behavior lately. My professional opinion is that you are on the verge of psychotic break.
Fly stands up, all 6-5 of his frame hovering over the desk of Dr. Jefferson.
Everyone is a little crazy, Doc. I'm just crazy good. I set the order in this industry. Watch what happens to Alex Bankmanship in our match. I won't apologize for being better than him. You tell Seth that the only thing that is going to break is everyone's hopes and dreams. I'm not going anywhere.
I'm not going anywhere.
Doctor Jefferson stands up and extends his hand.
I actually think that has been a successful first visit. I will, obviously, have to see you again. I want you to understand that there is more to your life than being defined as a great wrestler. Think about that for me.
Fly looks at the Doctor's outstretched hand, smirks, and turns and leaves without shaking it. Fly is followed out of the room by his manager. The two begin walking down a hallway away from Doctor Jefferson's office.
Well, that was fucking miserable. Is our plan in place for tonight?
Everything is ready to go.
Good. We end this tonight.
Fly smiles after stating the exact same phrase heard in the previous scene. Our scene fades out with Fly and his manager exiting the building they were in and walking toward his car.
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The scene fades in inside of a vehicle. We are looking around the inside of the car, which does appear to be moving, and we notice that there are three men inside of the car with us. There are two men in the front seats, and one man in the back. All three men are wearing black dress slacks and black trenchcoats. The man in the passenger seat looks out his window and speaks.
Man: There it is. That's the sign for Reading.
The driver looks over at the sign and nods his head. The man in the passenger seat turns around and speaks to the man in the back seat.
Make the call. Tell them to get set up. We end this tonight, gentlemen.
The man in the back seat pulls out his phone, dials a number, and then puts the phone up to his ear.
We're in town. Get set up. We're going to the arena and from there we'll bring him to you.
The man closes his phone and puts it back into his pocket.
Everything good?
Good to go. They'll be ready for us.
The man in the front seat smiles and then turns back around. The car merges into the right exit lane labeled 'Reading, Pennsylvania.' As it does, the scene fades out.
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Our scene begins in a small room. The room is bordered by large bookcases filled with worn books. There is a desk and two chairs positioned in the middle of the room. In one of the chairs we can see Jonny Fly sitting and in the chair next to him we see Jonny Fly's manager. The two men are currently alone in the room staring at the endless racks of books on the wall. Fly fidgets in his seat, and then looks toward his 'Manager.'
JF: Seriously, after this we're getting hookers. You're paying.
JFM: I paid last night!
You honestly need to go back and read through your job description. You are the designated hooker purchasing agent of the two of us.
That's bullshit. If I pay for them all the time, I should at least get to enjoy them.
Fuck you. It's not my fault that even hookers don't want to have sex with you.
As Fly says this a door leading into the room behind them opens and a smallish, raggedy man enters the room. He's wearing wrinkled khaki pants and a light blue, short-sleeve button-down shirt. He has a full beard and about one inch thick glasses. He closes the door behind him and moves toward his desk. He takes a seat and Fly is the first to greet him.
Hello Robin!
The man scrunches his face, puzzled at the remark.
My name isn't Robin.
Haha, good joke. No, no, you're clearly Robin. Look around this place.
The man, still looking bewildered, scans his office.
I don't know what you are talking about. My name is Dr. Jefferson. Looking at the file it appears your employer, Mr. Seth Lerch, has mandated that you come for a visit, today.
Look, Robin, this is really kind of a waste of my time. Would you mind just writing down that I was here and we had a nice little heart-to-heart so I can move on with my life?
Dr. Jefferson shakes his head 'no' and then looks over at Fly's manager.
Who is he, why is he here?
That's my manager. He's here to answer any of the questions that I don't want to, Robin.
Dr. Jefferson looks at Jonny Fly's Manager.
Can you please explain to me why he's calling me Robin?
Robin Williams. Good Will Hunting. Look at this place, you're clearly trying to be Robin Williams.
Dr. Jefferson smiles and nods calmly. He then returns his attention to Jonny.
I see how this meeting is going to go. Let's just get into it. Jonny, your employer has recommended you come here today because he has some concerns about your attitude. He simply wants me to chat with you today and see where your head is at moving forward. Regardless of you friend's presence here, you are required to answer all questions as honestly as possible. If I don't feel you are being cooperative, then I'll have to bring you back for another visit. Do you understand?
Fly looks over at his manager.
I think you should answer that one.
I don't understand, Robin.
Dr. Jefferson rolls his eyes and then continues.
It also appears that Mr. Lerch has written a requirement that if you do not finish your time with me before Sunday, then you will not be allowed to compete this Sunday at Slam. I admit I'm not a big wrestling follower, but I do believe that if you can't compete, your Television Title changes hands on the disqualification. Correct?
I'm going to have to have a long chat with Seth after this. Alright, Robin, fire away with all your little questions.
Good. Let's talk about why you wanted to become a wrestler in the first place.
What the hell does that have to do with anything?
These are normal questions for someone I'm seeing for the first time.
For someone you're seeing for the first time? Damn, Robin, you must be a fun first date.
Answer the question, Jonny.
Okay. I became a wrestler because it was what I was good at. I grew up..it's not important how I grew up, what's important is that I've been fighting my whole life. I got a contract to do it professionally and so it started. Happy?
Why are you hiding how you grew up?
Why are you hiding the fact that your life goal is to be a movie character?
I'm sorry, but I'm the one who asks the questions. Are you ashamed of your upbringing?
My upbringing? Look, this might be a little hard for someone whose parents probably paid their way through all their school so that they can judge other people, but I didn't have an upbringing.
Everyone has an upbringing, Jonny. It's the environment in which you are in during your formative years. It has nothing to do with a mother and father.
I grew up with an Uncle. He died when I was 12. I...avoided...foster homes after that.
You were homeless?
Not at all.
I don't understand, Jonny.
I know you don't. That's why this whole visit is a crock of shit. Why don't you just get into the real questions you want to ask me.
Okay, fair enough. You're employed by the Wrestling Championship Federation, which you joined upon a four year absence from the wrestling industry. What is your situation now within the WCF, how's it going there?
Television Champion. Unbeatable. Best wrestler in the entire company. Best wrestler in the entire world. I think that sums it up.
By your own accounts, you're the best wrestler in the company. Yet, your only the Television Champion. Does this make you feel inferior in any way?
Inferior? Good fucking lord, no. Me? I don't really care about labels, Robin. I have the belt because that is what has been put in front of me. That's the only belt I've I had a chance for, and since I win every match, it's the only belt I have. That's a very simple formula.
Do you feel you deserve more?
Isn't that like the same fuckin' question?
Let me level with you. One of the things Seth wanted me to talk to you about are your outbursts. According to him, every time your on television you lash out at anyone and everyone who even whispers your name. Are the reasons for these outburts due to the fact you don't feel your title properly signifies your abilities as a wrestler?
Manager, answer this dumbass.
Define outburst, Robin.
You, I mean Jonny, has recently expressed great displeasure for the amount of competition he faces for the Television Title. Those instances I am calling outbursts. In other words, it's a cry for attention.
Jonny Fly has no problem crushing substandard wrestlers into the ground weekly. He doesn't need to prove himself to anyone in the WCF. In the WCF, currently, the Television Champion is the champion of all the champions.
Exactly. There is no greater thrill than watching these second-rate wrestlers get their hopes raised each week that they can be the Television Champion, and then crushing them back down to obscurity. I'm too good for the belt, it's true, but that's only making this more fun. Unlike the others, I get to defend it every week, and every week it's the same result.
Okay. Let's switch Tell me about last week, why did you attack your own partner in the War Games?
The guy I attacked, Gage Gannon, is absolutely worthless, that's why I attacked him. I didn't pick him as a partner, and I don't have to team with him. Gage was sent a message on that night, and that message was carried through two days later at Slam. Just like I told him it would. Gage Gannon was thrust upon the WCF by Odin Balfore. He started thinking he was better than he is and I put him back into his place. He's not worthy of being in a ring with me. He wasn't worthy of being at War Games. Now Gage can fade into obscurity with all the other terrible wrestlers who've wasted my time. He's missed his chance at success here in the WCF. I'll take the credit for that.
Why do you act like that. That whole speech right there, why do you HAVE to have this persona as the dominant wrestler? Why do you have to 'crush people down to obscurity?' Why is someone 'not good enough to be in a ring with you?'
That's a dumb fuck question. I'm a professional wrestler. The point is to be the tough guy, the dominant wrestler. It's not an act, it's a requirement of the profession. Unless, of course, you're Roy Speede and you have an overgrown vagina and like to try to fend for poor helpless bitches who can't help themselves.
What are you talking about?
Roy Speede. He's a wrestler who acts like..well..like Robin Williams from that one movie. What is it?
Patch Adams!
No, that's not it...
Flubber!
Come on, Jonny, be serious. I know you know it.
Mrs. Doubtfire!
Bingo! Yeah, that's it, when he disguises himself as some bitch. I can seriously see that being Roy Speede.
Good call, manager. Yeah, Robin, you were pretty good in that one.
I wasn't in Mrs. Doubtfire. I've never been in any movies. I'm not Robin Williams, and I'm not sure what Roy Speede has to do with anything we're talking about.
Your right, Robin, we should talk about Alex Bankmanship instead.
Well, yeah, actually, we need to. I know that he's your opponent this week. What Seth wants to see is you to be more professional in your television appearances. It's this guy's first match in the company. As a citizen of the WCF you should be encouraging him to do his best, not endlessly cutting him down. Seth wants you to be a role model for the younger group of wrestlers, not a barrier to entry, so to speak.
Doc, no disrespect...I mean, well no, this is going to be disrespectful...but you are a fucking idiot. You know nothing about the wrestling industry. You want everyone to hold each other's hands and pamper their tampons together. No! I beat my way into the WCF. This is who I am. Everyone fends for themselves. If someone wants to make a name for themselves, beat me. That's why I'm doing myself, every week, beating whoever they put in front of me. That's why I've come so far in such a short time here. I honestly don't know why the hell I'm here other than the fact I'm destroying all of Lerch's roster and making it pretty damn well known that there isn't anyone here better than me.
Seth should be the one here! He's absolutely lost it. The man is crazy. He's watched my dominance unfold and somewhere along the line a light bulb hit and he decided that Alex Bankmanship, in his first ever match, should get a shot at the gold...at me. I'm telling you, next week Lerch is going to introduce himself at the show as Chris Avery. Just watch. Bankmanship may never wrestle again at the end of this match. Seth should know better. You, as some movie rip-off psychiatrist, might think that's me trying to be a tough guy, or a bully, but it's the fact. It's my job to perform at my best. My best is infinitely...better...than whoever the fuck this guy is I'm facing this week. He has absolutely no chance this week. None.
Again, why do you have to hurt someone? You should want to win, I understand that, but you don't have to hurt someone to make that point.
I've had a long career. I'll tell you one thing about this industry, there are no friends. If you win a match and help a guy up, he'll use that weakness to his advantage and put you out of commission for good. This is an industry where the strongest rise to the top. Everyone is jockeying for position at every moment; hierarchy is everything. I've evolved a lot in my career, as a wrestler, and as a person. I entered this industry as 'The Kid Wonder,' an eighteen year old wide-eyed kid who wanted nothing more than to make a name for himself. Then I became 'The International Icon,' a wrestler beloved by millions across the world. Then I evolved into 'The Equalizer.' The wrestler so good, so powerful, so dominant, and so brutal, that my mere presence changed the landscape of this industry forever. Before I joined WCF I already was a Hall of Famer and a Five-Time World Champion.
I know exactly what I can do in a wrestling ring. The problem is, nobody here understands it yet. They have not yet got the full experience of what I am capable of. I go out every week with the sole mission of turning the company on its fucking ass. I exist in the WCF only to wipe clean the record books and destroy the old guard. To do that, people have to be hurt. They're going to fight back eventually, and that's when the fun will start. I am pressing the refresh button on this company and starting a new Era. My era. Continuing the dominance I left off with four years ago. I know the individuals here who may be able to stand up to me, but it's not Roy Speede, Alex Bankmanship, or Gage Gannon. Therefore, they must be disposed of.
By hurting them?
Collateral damage. Nuisances in the way of the ultimate goal.
I'll be honest with you, Mr. Fly, usually your type of attitude manifests itself when someone is battling inner demons. These type of people lash out at everyone around them. I think that's why Seth is concerned. Is there something going on outside of the wrestling ring that you want to talk about?
Fly, usually extremely boisterous, simply stares at Dr. Jefferson. Jonny Fly's Manager turns and looks at Fly, awaiting a response. Fly, despite knowing that Dr. Jefferson is correct in his assessment of Fly's inner demons, smirks, and responds in a fashion we've become accustomed to.
You think you have someone all figured out after ten minutes. You don't know anything about me. There is nothing going on in my life that I am not one-hundred percent in control of. Read into that whatever you want.
What I read is that there is something going on. Mr. Fly, you've shown a pattern of sporadic behavior lately. My professional opinion is that you are on the verge of psychotic break.
Fly stands up, all 6-5 of his frame hovering over the desk of Dr. Jefferson.
Everyone is a little crazy, Doc. I'm just crazy good. I set the order in this industry. Watch what happens to Alex Bankmanship in our match. I won't apologize for being better than him. You tell Seth that the only thing that is going to break is everyone's hopes and dreams. I'm not going anywhere.
I'm not going anywhere.
Doctor Jefferson stands up and extends his hand.
I actually think that has been a successful first visit. I will, obviously, have to see you again. I want you to understand that there is more to your life than being defined as a great wrestler. Think about that for me.
Fly looks at the Doctor's outstretched hand, smirks, and turns and leaves without shaking it. Fly is followed out of the room by his manager. The two begin walking down a hallway away from Doctor Jefferson's office.
Well, that was fucking miserable. Is our plan in place for tonight?
Everything is ready to go.
Good. We end this tonight.
Fly smiles after stating the exact same phrase heard in the previous scene. Our scene fades out with Fly and his manager exiting the building they were in and walking toward his car.
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