Post by Jonny Fly on Jan 22, 2012 23:48:42 GMT -5
The scene fades in at an unknown location. We’re outside, it’s dark, but we can tell that we are watching three men carrying another man at what appears to be a location full of shipping containers. The three men approach one of the containers, open it up, and walk inside. Inside the container are two other men, and a chair positioned in the back. A lamp, hanging on a string, provides us our only light. The man being carried is set upright onto the chair and with the light we can now see that this man is Jonny Fly, last seen taken by the same three men in the scene at the end of Slam. As we zoom in on Fly we can see that his eyes are rolled back in his head and his breathing is labor-intensive. He seems to be in bad shape after the attack.
The man who earlier attacked Fly at Slam with a baseball bat moves toward Fly and begins to speak.
Man: I want to introduce you to the scene here, Fly. You’re in a shipping crate at docks outside of Philadelphia. In case you weren’t conscious, we brought you here from the show in Reading. These two men to my right set this up for me. I wouldn't want you to be rude, so make sure you thank them. You see, this particular crate you are in is no longer usable. It’s been decommissioned, so to speak and tomorrow morning it will be crushed and the metal will be scrapped.
Fly fidgets in his seat, sensing what is going on
The two men to my left, those are my associates. And me, well you obviously know who I am. Attacking my son, not really fuckin’ bright. I hate to be cliche at such a time as this, but consider that the straw that broke the camel's back.
Fly attempts to whisper something but has trouble getting the words out.
Speak up, Fly. What do you want to say?
I..I want..to say..F..fuck you..Russo.
Defiant to the end. I would say that’s noble, but nothing you’ve done in your life is noble. Regardless, you’re not going to ruin this night for me, Fly. My associates, myself, and my son…we have big plans in New York. I’m afraid that you won’t be around to witness them first hand. Take a look around Jonny, these are the last images you will ever see. The existence of the immortal Jonny Fly comes to an end right here, right now. Tomorrow morning, when this crate is crushed, the evidence goes with it.
Russo and his two associates pull out their guns. All three aim them at Jonny Fly.
I'm a sucker for last words. Do you have any?
Fly looks up at the three men and straightens himself in his chair, proud, all the way to the end. He manages to get out a complete sentence.
I will never lose this fight.
Anthony Russo smiles and then fires a shot into Fly’s chest. His shot is immediately followed by two others into Fly’s chest. The chair he’s sitting on flies backwards and blood pool can be seen forming underneath the body of Jonny Fly. Russo puts his gun back under his jacket and turns to the other two men in the crate.
Lock this place up and keep watch until the morning. Nobody sees this crate.
Russo reaches into his pocket and hands one of the men a crumbled up bag and what we can assume to be money. He turns to his two associates and motions for them to follow him. He exits the shipping container and the scene fades out.
The man who earlier attacked Fly at Slam with a baseball bat moves toward Fly and begins to speak.
Man: I want to introduce you to the scene here, Fly. You’re in a shipping crate at docks outside of Philadelphia. In case you weren’t conscious, we brought you here from the show in Reading. These two men to my right set this up for me. I wouldn't want you to be rude, so make sure you thank them. You see, this particular crate you are in is no longer usable. It’s been decommissioned, so to speak and tomorrow morning it will be crushed and the metal will be scrapped.
Fly fidgets in his seat, sensing what is going on
The two men to my left, those are my associates. And me, well you obviously know who I am. Attacking my son, not really fuckin’ bright. I hate to be cliche at such a time as this, but consider that the straw that broke the camel's back.
Fly attempts to whisper something but has trouble getting the words out.
Speak up, Fly. What do you want to say?
I..I want..to say..F..fuck you..Russo.
Defiant to the end. I would say that’s noble, but nothing you’ve done in your life is noble. Regardless, you’re not going to ruin this night for me, Fly. My associates, myself, and my son…we have big plans in New York. I’m afraid that you won’t be around to witness them first hand. Take a look around Jonny, these are the last images you will ever see. The existence of the immortal Jonny Fly comes to an end right here, right now. Tomorrow morning, when this crate is crushed, the evidence goes with it.
Russo and his two associates pull out their guns. All three aim them at Jonny Fly.
I'm a sucker for last words. Do you have any?
Fly looks up at the three men and straightens himself in his chair, proud, all the way to the end. He manages to get out a complete sentence.
I will never lose this fight.
Anthony Russo smiles and then fires a shot into Fly’s chest. His shot is immediately followed by two others into Fly’s chest. The chair he’s sitting on flies backwards and blood pool can be seen forming underneath the body of Jonny Fly. Russo puts his gun back under his jacket and turns to the other two men in the crate.
Lock this place up and keep watch until the morning. Nobody sees this crate.
Russo reaches into his pocket and hands one of the men a crumbled up bag and what we can assume to be money. He turns to his two associates and motions for them to follow him. He exits the shipping container and the scene fades out.
