Post by Jonny Fly on Feb 5, 2012 16:33:18 GMT -5
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SCENE BEGINS
We are introduced to the scene of Jonny Fly walking down a busy New York City street. Our camera is zoomed in on Fly's feet as they are walking forward. After several more seconds of this picture Fly's feet come to a stop. Our camera zooms out and we see a man standing about ten yards in front of Fly staring at him. The man is wearing a black suit with a red tie and has a badge hanging from his front breast pocket. He points to his right, toward a cafe on the street next to him, suggesting that Fly follow him inside. Fly nods his head slowly and then follows the man into the cafe.
Our scene reemerges inside the cafe. Jonny Fly and the man from the street have been seated at a small table in the upper right-hand corner of the building, right next to a window looking back out on the street. Fly, wearing a black suit also, has taken off his jacket and has draped it onto the back of the four legged chair in which he is sitting. He begins rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt as a waitress approaches the table.
Waiter: May I take your order, gentleman?
The man from the sidewalk nods his head no. Fly, however, orders...
Jonny Fly: I'll take the Chicken Parmesan sub, large salad, and a Johnny Walker Blue on the rocks. In fact, make the drink a double. This man sitting across from me is with the FBI, so Uncle Sam will take the bill.
Fly smiles at the man sitting across from him as the waiter writes down the order and exits the scene. The man across from Fly takes off his suit jacket and sets it on the corner of the table. He looks up at Fly and begins talking.
It's good to see you haven't changed Jonny....or have you..
Fly scrunches his face into a scowl. He reaches onto the table and picks up his silverware. He unwraps the silverware from the napkin that is holding them and places the napkin on his lap. He takes a deep sigh and finally responds.
I don't believe change is the right word....Agent Green. I think I've adapted.
We've heard the name Agent Green before, but we've never seen him. Green was the man who oversaw Jonny Fly while he was in witness protection and was leading the investigation into the Ridder Organization for the four years Fly was placed there. Green was removed from the investigation which prompted Fly's escape and return to New York.
My superiors caught me up last week what has happened since my removal from the Ridder investigations. I know about Agent Dawkins. I know about Agent Gregory. I know what the bureau has done to you in the past year and a half. More to the point of this visit, I've also heard rumors that you are now in control of the organization.
What do you want from me, Green?
I want you to realize that this isn't you. Jonny, you have full immunity from the FBI. It's all over. Everything that has happened to you is over. You can't be touched. Right now, at this very second, you can go ahead and live your life as a normal human being. I'm cautioning you, though, if you take control of that organization and run things like they used to....I will personally end you. You will spend the rest of your life in prison. It's my job, I'll have to hunt you.
Fly stares at Agent Green, not blinking, not moving. The food Fly ordered is brought to the table and set in front of him. Fly doesn't even acknowledge the waitress and continues to stare at Green. The waitress looks at the two men and the scene occurring in front of her and simply turns and leaves. Fly moves his neck from the left to the right, cracking it, and then looks down and begins eating his food.
Jonny, why continue a fight that you've already won?
After stuffing a large bit of Chicken Parmesan into his mouth Fly drops his fork and responds.
Where did you go?
What are you talking about?
You were the only person within the Bureau that realized the magnitude of what was going on between the Ridder's and I. Then I get a knock at the door, you're gone, Agent Gregory is in charge. Investigation is over. Where did you go?
Look, I got reassigned. You know the story. You know how Gregory turned people inside the bureau against you. They wanted me out, and so that's what they did.
Did you fight it?
Of course I did! I was close to taking the Ridder's down, WE were close to ending them the right way. What could I do though?
Fly shakes his head at the response and begins eating again. He reaches for his drink and gulps down about half of it.
It's not acceptable, Agent Green. You're an FBI agent. Sometimes you need to blur the lines to do what is right. You backed down from your superiors knowing full well what was going to happen to me. Agent Gregory redeemed himself for his actions. He helped me take down John Ridder, and the way we did it, THAT was the correct way. What have you done?
What would you have liked me to do?
Do what you're supposed to do! FBI Agents are supposed to be leaders, they're supposed to protect people. The only thing you protected was your own career; choosing not to make waves, choosing not to fight your own corrupt colleagues.
I didn't know! How could I have known!
Save it, Green.
Fly finishes his meal and then drinks down the last of his Johnny Walker Blue. He reaches for his suit jacket and begins putting it back on.
We're not done here. Dammit Fly, I came here as a friend. I'm trying to protect you. The FBI knows your in charge of the Organization now. Your immunity doesn't protect you from future crimes!
Protection. What a fuckin' joke. You've already proved worthless in that regard.
Like it or not, I'm your only friend in the FBI.
You're not a friend, Green. There isn't anyone in the bureau who is my friend. I've chosen my side, you've chosen yours. I told you I've adapted. With The Organization at my control I'm the most powerful man in New York City. You ALL are going to pay for what you've done to me.
ALL OF YOU.
Fly gets up from his seat and straightens out his jacket. Agent Green sits speechless at his seat. He looks up meekly at Fly who is towering over him.
This isn't you. This isn't what you really want.
Fly bends down, puts his hand on the table and stares directly into Agent Green's eyes.
This is EXACTLY what I want.
...thanks for dinner. I suppose we'll be seeing each other again soon.
With that Fly turns and walks away leaving Agent Green alone at the table. The scene quickly turns back to Fly and as he exits the cafe. As the door closes the scene dissolves to black.
SCENE ENDS
SCENE BEGINS
The scene begins at Jonny Fly's mansion in New York City. Fly is sitting at his desk inside his office. His office is square in shape and Fly's desk sits directly in the middle of the room. The desk is L-shaped with a dark cherry wood finish. On top of the desk is a laptop on one side and a pile of envelopes on the other side. Surrounding Fly are seemingly dozens of wrestling memorabilia. There are replica title belts from his career encased and placed in a cabinet off to the right of the desk. On a bookcase behind Fly are various DVD's from old TNT Wrestling shows, as well as newer WCF shows. Hanging on the walls are marketing posters from big matches and shows during Fly's career. As we finish zooming around the room we make our way toward Jonny Fly. Fly has pulled his seat over to the pile of envelopes on his desk and begins to sift through them. He shakes his head at the sheer number of letters that have piled up, grabs the phone on the corner of his desk and punches in a number. After the phone on the other end is picked up Fly yells out...
Hey dumbass, come to my office, I need you to do stuff for me.
Without waiting for a response Fly hangs up the phone and continues looking through the letters. He picks out several from the pile and sets them to the side. The rest he promptly gathers together and throws in the trash can underneath his desk. At that point Jonny Fly's Manager comes into the office.
Oh, good. Take this seat and get a pen. You're writing letters for me.
JFM nods his head and walks toward Fly. Fly gets up from the chair in which he was sitting and begins pacing around the room. Jonny Fly's Manager takes a seat in the chair, grabs a pen, and then looks toward Fly.
Read those letters I set aside out. I'll tell you what to respond.
Jonny Fly's Manager: Oh....kay.
JFM grabs the top envelope and opens it up revealing the letter. We position the camera over his shoulder so that we can see the letter as it is being read out to Fly.
Dear Jonny,
My name is Theresa and I am 14 years old. I enjoy watching wrestling because my dream is to be the first woman World Champion. I would like to know what kind of training you do to help you win. I really would appreciate it if you could respond.
Sincerely,
Theresa
Ten dollars she grows up to be a little slut.
I'll take that bet. With what you pay me, I could use the money.
Fly scowls at his manager, and then quickly shrugs off the comment.
Alright, write this back to her. Dear Future Slut. You will never become World Champion. Not because you are a woman, not at all. You will never become World Champion because I will likely still be around and you have absolutely no chance of ever beating me. As far as training; I think for the betterment of you as a person you should do extensive work training the muscles in your neck, throat, and mouth. That's how you'll get ahead in this world. Sincerely, Your Best Friend, Jonny Fly.
As Fly gives his response his manager writes the response down on the back of the letter that was written and then tucks it back into the envelope.
You know that was a terrible thing to say to a 14 year old, right?
I don't give a fuck, read the next letter.
JFM begins reading the second letter.
Yo Jonny,
Dude, you are killing it right now. Mad props. I've been watching WCF for a long time and not many come in there and are this dominant. I'll see you at the top, brother.
Sincerely,
A Fan
Fly nods his head in approval and begins his response.
Dear Fan. It's obvious that you haven't seen anyone as dominant as me before. I'm in a league of my own, you couldn't be expected to have seen someone like me before. No other human being can do what I can do in a wrestling ring. My talent, my skill, they are unmatched in this industry. I haven't faced anyone yet who has even BEEN CLOSE to beating me. I roll out of the ring after winning each match and I can't help but roll my eyes. All of my opponents, they puff our their chest, they say whatever the fuck makes them feel good about themselves, and then twenty-four hours later you can hear them sobbing openly in their locker rooms after I've destroyed all of their pride. Worse yet, for my opponents, I'm not even sure I've peaked. I can still turn it up if I need to. Watching me wrestle is a sacred event, so you're welcome for that. Keep watching, big things are coming. Sincerely. Jonny Fly.
Fly's manager quickly moves on to the next letter and begins reading it aloud.
Fly Boy,
Why don't you get off Corey Black's nuts. You're just jealous that he's the World Champion and your the Television Champion. Nobody cares about the Television Title. Dude, you barely beat Roy Speede. Pump the brakes on all this 'best wrestler in WCF' bullshit. Two words: PROVE IT.
Jake
Fly starts laughing at the letter and then remarks..
Seriously, I didn't even know people still communicated with handwritten letters. Then again, this is clearly a Corey Black fan, and since he's been around for-fucking-ever the demographic of his fans is probably pretty old.
That's true, he's an old bitch.
Alright, write this back to that cocksucker..
Fly's manager turns the letter over and begins writing the response as it's called out.
Dear Jake. What the hell are you talking about? Black HIMSELF knows how good I am. He picked me to beat the shit out of Nathan leading up to their match at Payback. Black will hold that World Title just as long as I allow him to. Face it, we are in the introductory stage of the greatest period in WCF history. I am the man spearheading that movement. I am the man that can walk into a ring against any wrestler, from any company, and utterly annihilate them. I'm the guy that this company can rally behind. Not Corey Black. Black, for all his longevity, he's never been able to lead this company to greatness. That's never been him. Corey Black is going to simply be a spectator to where I take this company over the years to come. Then again, so are you, so start enjoying the ride you little bitch. With Love. Jonny Fly.
JFM finishes the response and begins reading out the next letter.
Jonny,
I'm not sure what to make of NvL. He came in and won a bunch of matches, Won a World Title shot, then lost to you and Corey Black back-to-back. Now he has to face you once again. Is this guy the real deal, or what?
Craig
Fly's manager gets ready for the response.
Craig. I can tell you exactly what to make of Nathan von Liebert. When Nathan started he faced nobody, so of course he won, The One Invitational was a fucking joke. It was a group of wrestlers headlined by D-Day of all fucking shit wrestlers. Anyone with an ounce of talent would have rolled through the same three matches NvL did. I'm not going to glorify him for beating people like Adam Young. You get glory for beating people like me, which, obviously, Nathan proved incapable of doing. His wins early on got him a direct pass into the upper card, but he's going to struggle to stay there. He has another loss on his plate this week. Hopefully then we can put this whole Nathan von Liebert fad behind us and start focusing more on people with more wins of substance. Sincerely. NvL's Superior.
Fly's manager finishes writing the response, sets the letter to the side, and opens and begins reading the next one.
Dear Jonny,
I'm pretty sure that your going to lose your Television Title this week to D-Day. D-Day is my favorite wrestler in the world. He's a legend in WCF! What makes you think that you can beat him? Even if D-Day can't get it done, my man NvL will destroy you. How much of a tough guy are you going to be when you start losing?
Sincerely,
Shepherd
Fly starts laughing at loud and then motions for his manager to get ready to start writing.
Dear, Your...fucking...name...is...Shepherd. Your parents hate you, Shepherd. That's the first item that we needed to knock out in this conversation. What else? Oh, yea, D-Day. This is a very simple concept. D-Day is fucking terrible. I've already beat him, and not only that, I fucked his world up at XIII. My problem with D-Day is he isn't man enough to admit these facts. Therefore, I have no other option but to beat them into him. As far as von Liebert goes, another guy that I've beaten. This is wrestling; you are what you are. These two wrestlers are not as good as me, and I've already proven that. Your an idiot for thinking these guys are going to beat me. Now go fuck off. Sincerely. Someone Without A Dumb Fuck Name.
Fly's manager finishes writing the response and then opens up the next letter.
Dear Jonny,
I heard you tell D-Day earlier this week that he shouldn't be given a microphone anymore. Who are you to tell someone they shouldn't talk? I'd rather listen to D-Day than your endless over the top banter about how great you are. D-Day is an inspiring success story, you're just a mouthpiece. Please do the wrestling world a favor and quit.
Fuck you,
The Truth
Fly smiles and shakes his head.....
Alright, this one is going to be long. I need to get this off my chest.
....and then begins his response.
Dear Truth. I can appreciate someone who speaks their mind. I can also appreciate someone who likes to share 'The Truth.' Please humbly allow me to inform you of some truth. Your lover, D-Day, told me that he is a better Champion than me. Why? He didn't specify. Why didn't he specify, you ask? Because he doesn't defend his fucking title! D-Day says he would be in line for the World Title, but he's too busy with his United States title. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Busy doing what with the title? Looking at it? Polishing it? Sticking his dick through the belt holes on the side? What? Surely not defending it. Surely not even WINNING it to begin with! What he's busy doing is being a dime-a-dozen mid-carder, the usual D-Day routine. Those are the facts.
In every single appearance D-Day just mindlessly rambles on and on and his words offer absolutely no substance. He's go-to move is trying to throw around past successes like that shit makes him better than anyone. I don't give a fuck. It's obvious to me his success came at some of the lowest points of this company's existence. Those days are over. This is the era of Jonny Fly. I demand excellence. Guys like D-Day have no place in the future of WCF. He's busy rubbing his knob on the US title while I single-handedly take..this..company..over. He's asked me, if I have a problem with him, to say it to his face. I'm going to do that with pleasure this week. Some people need to learn the hard way where they're at in the hierarchy. Your 'inspiring success story' will be my little bitch a week from now. Without love. The Real Truth.
The response is finished and the tucked away in order to be sent back out. Fly's manager begins opening the next envelop and reads out the letter.
Dear Donald Deruty,
You are an exceptional wrestler. You are so good. I know that I've been here only three months, but in those three months it's been an absolute pleasure to watch you wrestle. I have learned so much from you. You truly have the whole spectrum; talent, accomplishments, and charisma. Please do me a favor and take it easy on me this week. I have a lot going for me right now and I really don't want to have to justify a loss at this point. Please allow me to keep the Television Title, because I know I won't ever accomplish anything more than that.
Thank you for your consideration,
Jonny Fly
Fly stares at his manager as he finishes reading the letter.
That's it. I can't take anymore of this bullshit. Set up the camera.
Fly's manager nods, gets up from his seat, and exits the office. Fly walks over to his desk and takes a seat. A few seconds later his manager comes back into the room with a tripod and a camera. The camera is set up on the tripod. A few seconds later Fly's manager motions that the camera is rolling. Our scene transforms to the picture being seen from the other camera. Fly is staring into the camera lens and begins talking.
I'm sitting here answering some fan mail and it's pretty obvious to me that everyone out there loves Donald 'D-Day' Deruty. It makes me fucking sick.
It's time that people face the facts, people. Deruty is a bit player in this company. He always has been. He always will be. It's time that someone explains to D-Day his role in the WCF. Every time he speaks, you can hear it in his voice. 'Why am I not being given a World Title shot.' He overcompensates for his disappointment that he's not a World Title contender by trying to act like he has big plans as United States Champion. It's fucking pathetic. D-Day's role is as a mid-card champion. His role is United State Champion, Television Champion, whatever you want to call it. He's not the guy this company will ever rally behind. He's not a man who demands respect. He's not a leader. He's just another guy.
Does that hurt D-Day? I fucking hope so. I hope it hurts as much as it hurts me having to listen to your ignorant never-ending repetitive ramblings about me. My fucking ears were bleeding earlier today thanks to you. You are the most clueless wrestler in this fucking company. Let's start with the just absolutely absurd statement that you have dug two burials for NvL and I. Really? Again, D-Day, these are just words you are using to fill space. They offer absolutely no substance. They don't anger me, they're not going to anger NvL, it's purely comedic behavior. Want me to play along in your fucking fantasy worlf? Okay, where are those burials at exactly? How are you going to get us there? What, are they under the ring or some shit? Did you bring a jackhammer and take out some cement in the parking lot and dig them there? What's that? No? This is why you shouldn't be given a microphone. You don't make any fucking sense.
Let me provide everyone with another example of this guy's incredible ignorance; "You see if you want to lean on the ladder then so be it. I beat Creeping Death, which is above you, and you lost to him so therefor I should be able to beat you easily, which I will"
First off D-Day, that's a mouthful. Why don't you pause for a breath in the middle of that last sentence next time. Second, you're still an idiot. Corey Black didn't beat me. Nobody has beaten me. Go ask anyone if they've put my shoulders on the mat for a three count and then report back with your findings. Your use of the transitive property to show that you are better than me is severely flawed. Black made Gage Gannon submit, not Jonny Fly. I carried my team. I even tried to eliminate Gannon myself for the sake of the team. You did beat Black. Curiously though, Black basically said he gave up. Not that I'm a fan of our World Champion being such a little bitch, but if true, you probably should shut the fuck up about beating him. Lastly, allow me to show you the proper use of the transitive property. Mine doesn't have to be so complex to show the world that I'm better than you. Take notes on this. Ready? It goes like this; I've beaten you before, therefore, I'm better than you. End of the fucking sentence. It's that simple.
What else do we have? Oh yea, D-Day's insinuation that this match brings NvL and I 'up,' you know, since we're facing a future 'Hall of Famer.' Again, D-Day strikes out with this statement. Is anyone really surprised at this point? I faced D-Day in my second match here in the WCF. What Hall of Famer faces a rookie in his second match? What 'Hall of Famer' LOSES to that 'rookie' in their second match? Furthermore, D-Day referring to himself as a Hall of Famer contradicts earlier in his little speech when he complained about only getting 'average' and 'mid-card' matches. Does that sound like the treatment of a Hall of Famer? It's weird that he's been wrestling in mid-card, as he himself admitted, and now he's facing me, and boom, Main Event. Who is actually bringing who up here, D-Day?
This whole thing is ridiculous. Why is there this infatuation with D-Day? I've been here three months and his message is the same it was back then. The..exact..same. It's always about what he's done before. The only thing he has done relevant in my three months is beat a Corey Black who didn't even give a fuck about him. In D-Day world now he should be in the World Title picture because of this! Why? WHY? He couldn't beat me, he couldn't beat NvL, why in the hell do I have to spend so much time explaining this? He's terrible. He had his chance to get a title shot, he blew it. That's what wrestlers of D-Day's caliber do. Now here I am having to defend the Television Title against him while he complains about where he stands in this company. Why isn't his beloved United States Title on the line in the match too? Yeah, D-Day, the powers that be are really screwing you over! You got handed a title, and now handed title matches for other titles. Get your fucking head on straight, you don't deserve anything more than you are getting.,
Go ahead D-Day, give me everything you got during our match. Give me your best shot. You're confident in your abilities. I don't know why, but you are. That's great. I like that in my opponents. I like stripping them of all of their confidence. I don't like to win with just physical domination, I like to mentally punish everyone that I face. That's why I sit here in front of cameras like this and say what I say. I want you pissed at me when we meet in the ring. I want every ounce of what you have to offer in the wrestling ring, and then I'm going to crush it. I will create a clear line in the sand for everyone to see; that I am better than you. Next week, D-Day, I will be right back in front of this camera reminding everyone of your words this week. Then, with all of your little fans watching, I will proceed to mock your loss endlessly. I will rub in every..single...ignorant...thing you said. I will make you feel like you are back at 'the bottom of the earth' as you like to say. You here forth be known as the dumbass who thought they could defeat Jonny Fly. When this over...you will understand...you can't beat me. I can't be beaten.
I suppose I should comment on Nathan von Liebert too. Unlike D-Day, I think Nathan realizes his place in the hierarchy. I'm sure he's not too thrilled about it, and I'm sure he's going to fight his ass off in this match, but I think he knows he's facing long odds. There is no doubt he sees D-Day much like I do; the weak link in this match. To Nathan, D-Day is his only shot at taking the Television Title. I don't have any problem with Nathan. He's simply a number, an opponent, a victim. Nothing personal. I don't overtly want to rip his throat out like I do to D-Day. It appears that NvL is happy with his placement in this match. He's happy that he has another opportunity to win a title here in WCF. I honestly wish I could just give him this Television Title, but that's just not how things work.
Nathan shouldn't be happy that he's in this match. This match WILL only hurt him. I'm not going to lose. I've said that a lot, and I've never been wrong yet. I'm going to win this match. That means Nathan is about to experience his third straight loss. Two of those three losses will be against me. That affirms what we already know; that Nathan von Liebert isn't in my league. I think he would be a decent heir to the Television Title, but I'm not done with this belt quite yet. This belt for all is deficiencies in prestige, allows me to add to my mystique every week. It's the question that is one everyone's minds; 'can anyone defeat Jonny Fly?' D-Day and Nathan von Liebert aren't the answer to that riddle, we already know this, we've already seen it happen. We'll play it all out again, but the result will be the same. There will be a time when I am ready to let this Television Title rest. Right now...I'm just having too much fun with it.
Sorry, Nathan. Sorry, Deruty. There will be no revenge for your losses against me. There will be no titles changing hands. There will be no surprises, there will be nothing different than what we see during my match every week. Dominance. Superiority. Excellence. Eventually, with a Fly Swatter to one of the two of you, it will all be over. That's it. That's how are week concludes. I'd wish you both luck, but it wouldn't help even if you got it.
With that Fly motions for the scene to be cut. The camera is clicked off and our scene fades to black.
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SCENE BEGINS
We are introduced to the scene of Jonny Fly walking down a busy New York City street. Our camera is zoomed in on Fly's feet as they are walking forward. After several more seconds of this picture Fly's feet come to a stop. Our camera zooms out and we see a man standing about ten yards in front of Fly staring at him. The man is wearing a black suit with a red tie and has a badge hanging from his front breast pocket. He points to his right, toward a cafe on the street next to him, suggesting that Fly follow him inside. Fly nods his head slowly and then follows the man into the cafe.
Our scene reemerges inside the cafe. Jonny Fly and the man from the street have been seated at a small table in the upper right-hand corner of the building, right next to a window looking back out on the street. Fly, wearing a black suit also, has taken off his jacket and has draped it onto the back of the four legged chair in which he is sitting. He begins rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt as a waitress approaches the table.
Waiter: May I take your order, gentleman?
The man from the sidewalk nods his head no. Fly, however, orders...
Jonny Fly: I'll take the Chicken Parmesan sub, large salad, and a Johnny Walker Blue on the rocks. In fact, make the drink a double. This man sitting across from me is with the FBI, so Uncle Sam will take the bill.
Fly smiles at the man sitting across from him as the waiter writes down the order and exits the scene. The man across from Fly takes off his suit jacket and sets it on the corner of the table. He looks up at Fly and begins talking.
It's good to see you haven't changed Jonny....or have you..
Fly scrunches his face into a scowl. He reaches onto the table and picks up his silverware. He unwraps the silverware from the napkin that is holding them and places the napkin on his lap. He takes a deep sigh and finally responds.
I don't believe change is the right word....Agent Green. I think I've adapted.
We've heard the name Agent Green before, but we've never seen him. Green was the man who oversaw Jonny Fly while he was in witness protection and was leading the investigation into the Ridder Organization for the four years Fly was placed there. Green was removed from the investigation which prompted Fly's escape and return to New York.
My superiors caught me up last week what has happened since my removal from the Ridder investigations. I know about Agent Dawkins. I know about Agent Gregory. I know what the bureau has done to you in the past year and a half. More to the point of this visit, I've also heard rumors that you are now in control of the organization.
What do you want from me, Green?
I want you to realize that this isn't you. Jonny, you have full immunity from the FBI. It's all over. Everything that has happened to you is over. You can't be touched. Right now, at this very second, you can go ahead and live your life as a normal human being. I'm cautioning you, though, if you take control of that organization and run things like they used to....I will personally end you. You will spend the rest of your life in prison. It's my job, I'll have to hunt you.
Fly stares at Agent Green, not blinking, not moving. The food Fly ordered is brought to the table and set in front of him. Fly doesn't even acknowledge the waitress and continues to stare at Green. The waitress looks at the two men and the scene occurring in front of her and simply turns and leaves. Fly moves his neck from the left to the right, cracking it, and then looks down and begins eating his food.
Jonny, why continue a fight that you've already won?
After stuffing a large bit of Chicken Parmesan into his mouth Fly drops his fork and responds.
Where did you go?
What are you talking about?
You were the only person within the Bureau that realized the magnitude of what was going on between the Ridder's and I. Then I get a knock at the door, you're gone, Agent Gregory is in charge. Investigation is over. Where did you go?
Look, I got reassigned. You know the story. You know how Gregory turned people inside the bureau against you. They wanted me out, and so that's what they did.
Did you fight it?
Of course I did! I was close to taking the Ridder's down, WE were close to ending them the right way. What could I do though?
Fly shakes his head at the response and begins eating again. He reaches for his drink and gulps down about half of it.
It's not acceptable, Agent Green. You're an FBI agent. Sometimes you need to blur the lines to do what is right. You backed down from your superiors knowing full well what was going to happen to me. Agent Gregory redeemed himself for his actions. He helped me take down John Ridder, and the way we did it, THAT was the correct way. What have you done?
What would you have liked me to do?
Do what you're supposed to do! FBI Agents are supposed to be leaders, they're supposed to protect people. The only thing you protected was your own career; choosing not to make waves, choosing not to fight your own corrupt colleagues.
I didn't know! How could I have known!
Save it, Green.
Fly finishes his meal and then drinks down the last of his Johnny Walker Blue. He reaches for his suit jacket and begins putting it back on.
We're not done here. Dammit Fly, I came here as a friend. I'm trying to protect you. The FBI knows your in charge of the Organization now. Your immunity doesn't protect you from future crimes!
Protection. What a fuckin' joke. You've already proved worthless in that regard.
Like it or not, I'm your only friend in the FBI.
You're not a friend, Green. There isn't anyone in the bureau who is my friend. I've chosen my side, you've chosen yours. I told you I've adapted. With The Organization at my control I'm the most powerful man in New York City. You ALL are going to pay for what you've done to me.
ALL OF YOU.
Fly gets up from his seat and straightens out his jacket. Agent Green sits speechless at his seat. He looks up meekly at Fly who is towering over him.
This isn't you. This isn't what you really want.
Fly bends down, puts his hand on the table and stares directly into Agent Green's eyes.
This is EXACTLY what I want.
...thanks for dinner. I suppose we'll be seeing each other again soon.
With that Fly turns and walks away leaving Agent Green alone at the table. The scene quickly turns back to Fly and as he exits the cafe. As the door closes the scene dissolves to black.
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The scene begins at Jonny Fly's mansion in New York City. Fly is sitting at his desk inside his office. His office is square in shape and Fly's desk sits directly in the middle of the room. The desk is L-shaped with a dark cherry wood finish. On top of the desk is a laptop on one side and a pile of envelopes on the other side. Surrounding Fly are seemingly dozens of wrestling memorabilia. There are replica title belts from his career encased and placed in a cabinet off to the right of the desk. On a bookcase behind Fly are various DVD's from old TNT Wrestling shows, as well as newer WCF shows. Hanging on the walls are marketing posters from big matches and shows during Fly's career. As we finish zooming around the room we make our way toward Jonny Fly. Fly has pulled his seat over to the pile of envelopes on his desk and begins to sift through them. He shakes his head at the sheer number of letters that have piled up, grabs the phone on the corner of his desk and punches in a number. After the phone on the other end is picked up Fly yells out...
Hey dumbass, come to my office, I need you to do stuff for me.
Without waiting for a response Fly hangs up the phone and continues looking through the letters. He picks out several from the pile and sets them to the side. The rest he promptly gathers together and throws in the trash can underneath his desk. At that point Jonny Fly's Manager comes into the office.
Oh, good. Take this seat and get a pen. You're writing letters for me.
JFM nods his head and walks toward Fly. Fly gets up from the chair in which he was sitting and begins pacing around the room. Jonny Fly's Manager takes a seat in the chair, grabs a pen, and then looks toward Fly.
Read those letters I set aside out. I'll tell you what to respond.
Jonny Fly's Manager: Oh....kay.
JFM grabs the top envelope and opens it up revealing the letter. We position the camera over his shoulder so that we can see the letter as it is being read out to Fly.
Dear Jonny,
My name is Theresa and I am 14 years old. I enjoy watching wrestling because my dream is to be the first woman World Champion. I would like to know what kind of training you do to help you win. I really would appreciate it if you could respond.
Sincerely,
Theresa
Ten dollars she grows up to be a little slut.
I'll take that bet. With what you pay me, I could use the money.
Fly scowls at his manager, and then quickly shrugs off the comment.
Alright, write this back to her. Dear Future Slut. You will never become World Champion. Not because you are a woman, not at all. You will never become World Champion because I will likely still be around and you have absolutely no chance of ever beating me. As far as training; I think for the betterment of you as a person you should do extensive work training the muscles in your neck, throat, and mouth. That's how you'll get ahead in this world. Sincerely, Your Best Friend, Jonny Fly.
As Fly gives his response his manager writes the response down on the back of the letter that was written and then tucks it back into the envelope.
You know that was a terrible thing to say to a 14 year old, right?
I don't give a fuck, read the next letter.
JFM begins reading the second letter.
Yo Jonny,
Dude, you are killing it right now. Mad props. I've been watching WCF for a long time and not many come in there and are this dominant. I'll see you at the top, brother.
Sincerely,
A Fan
Fly nods his head in approval and begins his response.
Dear Fan. It's obvious that you haven't seen anyone as dominant as me before. I'm in a league of my own, you couldn't be expected to have seen someone like me before. No other human being can do what I can do in a wrestling ring. My talent, my skill, they are unmatched in this industry. I haven't faced anyone yet who has even BEEN CLOSE to beating me. I roll out of the ring after winning each match and I can't help but roll my eyes. All of my opponents, they puff our their chest, they say whatever the fuck makes them feel good about themselves, and then twenty-four hours later you can hear them sobbing openly in their locker rooms after I've destroyed all of their pride. Worse yet, for my opponents, I'm not even sure I've peaked. I can still turn it up if I need to. Watching me wrestle is a sacred event, so you're welcome for that. Keep watching, big things are coming. Sincerely. Jonny Fly.
Fly's manager quickly moves on to the next letter and begins reading it aloud.
Fly Boy,
Why don't you get off Corey Black's nuts. You're just jealous that he's the World Champion and your the Television Champion. Nobody cares about the Television Title. Dude, you barely beat Roy Speede. Pump the brakes on all this 'best wrestler in WCF' bullshit. Two words: PROVE IT.
Jake
Fly starts laughing at the letter and then remarks..
Seriously, I didn't even know people still communicated with handwritten letters. Then again, this is clearly a Corey Black fan, and since he's been around for-fucking-ever the demographic of his fans is probably pretty old.
That's true, he's an old bitch.
Alright, write this back to that cocksucker..
Fly's manager turns the letter over and begins writing the response as it's called out.
Dear Jake. What the hell are you talking about? Black HIMSELF knows how good I am. He picked me to beat the shit out of Nathan leading up to their match at Payback. Black will hold that World Title just as long as I allow him to. Face it, we are in the introductory stage of the greatest period in WCF history. I am the man spearheading that movement. I am the man that can walk into a ring against any wrestler, from any company, and utterly annihilate them. I'm the guy that this company can rally behind. Not Corey Black. Black, for all his longevity, he's never been able to lead this company to greatness. That's never been him. Corey Black is going to simply be a spectator to where I take this company over the years to come. Then again, so are you, so start enjoying the ride you little bitch. With Love. Jonny Fly.
JFM finishes the response and begins reading out the next letter.
Jonny,
I'm not sure what to make of NvL. He came in and won a bunch of matches, Won a World Title shot, then lost to you and Corey Black back-to-back. Now he has to face you once again. Is this guy the real deal, or what?
Craig
Fly's manager gets ready for the response.
Craig. I can tell you exactly what to make of Nathan von Liebert. When Nathan started he faced nobody, so of course he won, The One Invitational was a fucking joke. It was a group of wrestlers headlined by D-Day of all fucking shit wrestlers. Anyone with an ounce of talent would have rolled through the same three matches NvL did. I'm not going to glorify him for beating people like Adam Young. You get glory for beating people like me, which, obviously, Nathan proved incapable of doing. His wins early on got him a direct pass into the upper card, but he's going to struggle to stay there. He has another loss on his plate this week. Hopefully then we can put this whole Nathan von Liebert fad behind us and start focusing more on people with more wins of substance. Sincerely. NvL's Superior.
Fly's manager finishes writing the response, sets the letter to the side, and opens and begins reading the next one.
Dear Jonny,
I'm pretty sure that your going to lose your Television Title this week to D-Day. D-Day is my favorite wrestler in the world. He's a legend in WCF! What makes you think that you can beat him? Even if D-Day can't get it done, my man NvL will destroy you. How much of a tough guy are you going to be when you start losing?
Sincerely,
Shepherd
Fly starts laughing at loud and then motions for his manager to get ready to start writing.
Dear, Your...fucking...name...is...Shepherd. Your parents hate you, Shepherd. That's the first item that we needed to knock out in this conversation. What else? Oh, yea, D-Day. This is a very simple concept. D-Day is fucking terrible. I've already beat him, and not only that, I fucked his world up at XIII. My problem with D-Day is he isn't man enough to admit these facts. Therefore, I have no other option but to beat them into him. As far as von Liebert goes, another guy that I've beaten. This is wrestling; you are what you are. These two wrestlers are not as good as me, and I've already proven that. Your an idiot for thinking these guys are going to beat me. Now go fuck off. Sincerely. Someone Without A Dumb Fuck Name.
Fly's manager finishes writing the response and then opens up the next letter.
Dear Jonny,
I heard you tell D-Day earlier this week that he shouldn't be given a microphone anymore. Who are you to tell someone they shouldn't talk? I'd rather listen to D-Day than your endless over the top banter about how great you are. D-Day is an inspiring success story, you're just a mouthpiece. Please do the wrestling world a favor and quit.
Fuck you,
The Truth
Fly smiles and shakes his head.....
Alright, this one is going to be long. I need to get this off my chest.
....and then begins his response.
Dear Truth. I can appreciate someone who speaks their mind. I can also appreciate someone who likes to share 'The Truth.' Please humbly allow me to inform you of some truth. Your lover, D-Day, told me that he is a better Champion than me. Why? He didn't specify. Why didn't he specify, you ask? Because he doesn't defend his fucking title! D-Day says he would be in line for the World Title, but he's too busy with his United States title. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Busy doing what with the title? Looking at it? Polishing it? Sticking his dick through the belt holes on the side? What? Surely not defending it. Surely not even WINNING it to begin with! What he's busy doing is being a dime-a-dozen mid-carder, the usual D-Day routine. Those are the facts.
In every single appearance D-Day just mindlessly rambles on and on and his words offer absolutely no substance. He's go-to move is trying to throw around past successes like that shit makes him better than anyone. I don't give a fuck. It's obvious to me his success came at some of the lowest points of this company's existence. Those days are over. This is the era of Jonny Fly. I demand excellence. Guys like D-Day have no place in the future of WCF. He's busy rubbing his knob on the US title while I single-handedly take..this..company..over. He's asked me, if I have a problem with him, to say it to his face. I'm going to do that with pleasure this week. Some people need to learn the hard way where they're at in the hierarchy. Your 'inspiring success story' will be my little bitch a week from now. Without love. The Real Truth.
The response is finished and the tucked away in order to be sent back out. Fly's manager begins opening the next envelop and reads out the letter.
Dear Donald Deruty,
You are an exceptional wrestler. You are so good. I know that I've been here only three months, but in those three months it's been an absolute pleasure to watch you wrestle. I have learned so much from you. You truly have the whole spectrum; talent, accomplishments, and charisma. Please do me a favor and take it easy on me this week. I have a lot going for me right now and I really don't want to have to justify a loss at this point. Please allow me to keep the Television Title, because I know I won't ever accomplish anything more than that.
Thank you for your consideration,
Jonny Fly
Fly stares at his manager as he finishes reading the letter.
That's it. I can't take anymore of this bullshit. Set up the camera.
Fly's manager nods, gets up from his seat, and exits the office. Fly walks over to his desk and takes a seat. A few seconds later his manager comes back into the room with a tripod and a camera. The camera is set up on the tripod. A few seconds later Fly's manager motions that the camera is rolling. Our scene transforms to the picture being seen from the other camera. Fly is staring into the camera lens and begins talking.
I'm sitting here answering some fan mail and it's pretty obvious to me that everyone out there loves Donald 'D-Day' Deruty. It makes me fucking sick.
It's time that people face the facts, people. Deruty is a bit player in this company. He always has been. He always will be. It's time that someone explains to D-Day his role in the WCF. Every time he speaks, you can hear it in his voice. 'Why am I not being given a World Title shot.' He overcompensates for his disappointment that he's not a World Title contender by trying to act like he has big plans as United States Champion. It's fucking pathetic. D-Day's role is as a mid-card champion. His role is United State Champion, Television Champion, whatever you want to call it. He's not the guy this company will ever rally behind. He's not a man who demands respect. He's not a leader. He's just another guy.
Does that hurt D-Day? I fucking hope so. I hope it hurts as much as it hurts me having to listen to your ignorant never-ending repetitive ramblings about me. My fucking ears were bleeding earlier today thanks to you. You are the most clueless wrestler in this fucking company. Let's start with the just absolutely absurd statement that you have dug two burials for NvL and I. Really? Again, D-Day, these are just words you are using to fill space. They offer absolutely no substance. They don't anger me, they're not going to anger NvL, it's purely comedic behavior. Want me to play along in your fucking fantasy worlf? Okay, where are those burials at exactly? How are you going to get us there? What, are they under the ring or some shit? Did you bring a jackhammer and take out some cement in the parking lot and dig them there? What's that? No? This is why you shouldn't be given a microphone. You don't make any fucking sense.
Let me provide everyone with another example of this guy's incredible ignorance; "You see if you want to lean on the ladder then so be it. I beat Creeping Death, which is above you, and you lost to him so therefor I should be able to beat you easily, which I will"
First off D-Day, that's a mouthful. Why don't you pause for a breath in the middle of that last sentence next time. Second, you're still an idiot. Corey Black didn't beat me. Nobody has beaten me. Go ask anyone if they've put my shoulders on the mat for a three count and then report back with your findings. Your use of the transitive property to show that you are better than me is severely flawed. Black made Gage Gannon submit, not Jonny Fly. I carried my team. I even tried to eliminate Gannon myself for the sake of the team. You did beat Black. Curiously though, Black basically said he gave up. Not that I'm a fan of our World Champion being such a little bitch, but if true, you probably should shut the fuck up about beating him. Lastly, allow me to show you the proper use of the transitive property. Mine doesn't have to be so complex to show the world that I'm better than you. Take notes on this. Ready? It goes like this; I've beaten you before, therefore, I'm better than you. End of the fucking sentence. It's that simple.
What else do we have? Oh yea, D-Day's insinuation that this match brings NvL and I 'up,' you know, since we're facing a future 'Hall of Famer.' Again, D-Day strikes out with this statement. Is anyone really surprised at this point? I faced D-Day in my second match here in the WCF. What Hall of Famer faces a rookie in his second match? What 'Hall of Famer' LOSES to that 'rookie' in their second match? Furthermore, D-Day referring to himself as a Hall of Famer contradicts earlier in his little speech when he complained about only getting 'average' and 'mid-card' matches. Does that sound like the treatment of a Hall of Famer? It's weird that he's been wrestling in mid-card, as he himself admitted, and now he's facing me, and boom, Main Event. Who is actually bringing who up here, D-Day?
This whole thing is ridiculous. Why is there this infatuation with D-Day? I've been here three months and his message is the same it was back then. The..exact..same. It's always about what he's done before. The only thing he has done relevant in my three months is beat a Corey Black who didn't even give a fuck about him. In D-Day world now he should be in the World Title picture because of this! Why? WHY? He couldn't beat me, he couldn't beat NvL, why in the hell do I have to spend so much time explaining this? He's terrible. He had his chance to get a title shot, he blew it. That's what wrestlers of D-Day's caliber do. Now here I am having to defend the Television Title against him while he complains about where he stands in this company. Why isn't his beloved United States Title on the line in the match too? Yeah, D-Day, the powers that be are really screwing you over! You got handed a title, and now handed title matches for other titles. Get your fucking head on straight, you don't deserve anything more than you are getting.,
Go ahead D-Day, give me everything you got during our match. Give me your best shot. You're confident in your abilities. I don't know why, but you are. That's great. I like that in my opponents. I like stripping them of all of their confidence. I don't like to win with just physical domination, I like to mentally punish everyone that I face. That's why I sit here in front of cameras like this and say what I say. I want you pissed at me when we meet in the ring. I want every ounce of what you have to offer in the wrestling ring, and then I'm going to crush it. I will create a clear line in the sand for everyone to see; that I am better than you. Next week, D-Day, I will be right back in front of this camera reminding everyone of your words this week. Then, with all of your little fans watching, I will proceed to mock your loss endlessly. I will rub in every..single...ignorant...thing you said. I will make you feel like you are back at 'the bottom of the earth' as you like to say. You here forth be known as the dumbass who thought they could defeat Jonny Fly. When this over...you will understand...you can't beat me. I can't be beaten.
I suppose I should comment on Nathan von Liebert too. Unlike D-Day, I think Nathan realizes his place in the hierarchy. I'm sure he's not too thrilled about it, and I'm sure he's going to fight his ass off in this match, but I think he knows he's facing long odds. There is no doubt he sees D-Day much like I do; the weak link in this match. To Nathan, D-Day is his only shot at taking the Television Title. I don't have any problem with Nathan. He's simply a number, an opponent, a victim. Nothing personal. I don't overtly want to rip his throat out like I do to D-Day. It appears that NvL is happy with his placement in this match. He's happy that he has another opportunity to win a title here in WCF. I honestly wish I could just give him this Television Title, but that's just not how things work.
Nathan shouldn't be happy that he's in this match. This match WILL only hurt him. I'm not going to lose. I've said that a lot, and I've never been wrong yet. I'm going to win this match. That means Nathan is about to experience his third straight loss. Two of those three losses will be against me. That affirms what we already know; that Nathan von Liebert isn't in my league. I think he would be a decent heir to the Television Title, but I'm not done with this belt quite yet. This belt for all is deficiencies in prestige, allows me to add to my mystique every week. It's the question that is one everyone's minds; 'can anyone defeat Jonny Fly?' D-Day and Nathan von Liebert aren't the answer to that riddle, we already know this, we've already seen it happen. We'll play it all out again, but the result will be the same. There will be a time when I am ready to let this Television Title rest. Right now...I'm just having too much fun with it.
Sorry, Nathan. Sorry, Deruty. There will be no revenge for your losses against me. There will be no titles changing hands. There will be no surprises, there will be nothing different than what we see during my match every week. Dominance. Superiority. Excellence. Eventually, with a Fly Swatter to one of the two of you, it will all be over. That's it. That's how are week concludes. I'd wish you both luck, but it wouldn't help even if you got it.
With that Fly motions for the scene to be cut. The camera is clicked off and our scene fades to black.
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