Post by Jonny Fly on Feb 12, 2012 16:27:44 GMT -5
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Our scene begins at a Dunkin Donuts on Broadway Avenue in New York City. Jonny Fly is sitting alone at a small table outside of the shop. Fly is staring intently across the busy street. We pan across the street and notice a building that is at least forty stories tall. From our view from across the street we can see that the building features a large courtyard in front of it, park areas on the left and right of the building, and an all glass facade covering the first five to ten stories of the building. The first sign of what goes on in this building can be seen directly in front of us as police cars and black Chevy Tahoe's sit parked on Broadway no more than ten yards from us. The scene moves from the left of the building to the right where we spot a sign that reads '26 Federal Plaza, Jacob K. Javits Federal Building.'
We scan back to Fly who is sipping on a Dunkin Donuts coffee. Fly is wearing his usual dark suit, complimenting it with a black tie and black sunglasses. We see two men dressed nearly identical to Fly approach him from behind. These men take a seat and Fly's table and one of them passes him a large bulky manila envelope. Fly opens the envelope underneath the table and takes a quick look down at what is inside. Our camera is unable to make out the object that Fly has pulled from the envelope but it does seem to be some sort of black box with at least one flip switch on it. Upon inspecting the device Fly smiles and looks up at the men.
So, everything is set?
The larger of the two men that are sitting with Fly remarks.
Everything is ready to go, sir. In and out without anyone even bothering to ask who we are. You'd think a building like that would have better security.
It's the morning. Citizenship and Immigration Services are processing people through security. That's why the extra police cars are over there.
The other man at the table responds.
Wait, I thought that building was the New York FBI headquarters?
Fly turns his attention back across the street. A glazed look comes over his eyes and he seems to tune out his surroundings for a moment as he inspects the building. A small smiles creeps into the corner of his lips and he turns his attention back to his men at the table.
It is. It most definitely is.
The men stare at Fly questioningly as his gaze returns across the street. From out of nowhere a voice is heard loudly screaming....JONNY FLY! JONNY FLY!
The men at the table spring to their feet and stand directly in front of Fly with their hands resting inside of their jacket pockets as the man yelling approaches them on the street. Fly calms the scene by remarking..
Sit down, gentleman. That's our alibi.
The men spin around and look at Fly as Hank Brown enters the scene. Fly smiles at them and motions for everyone to sit down. The two men slowly take their seat allowing Hank the closest seat next to Fly. Hank takes a seat and begins talking.
Hank Brown: Jonny Fly! Thank you for inviting me out here today, though, I don't really understand why we're in Manhattan...it was a bitch getting out here...and who are these guys?
Relax, Hank. These are friends. Let's just do this interview.
Okay...
Hank turns around and looks at the camera. The cameraman motions that he's ready and Hank turns back to Fly and begins.
Well, you successfully defending your Television Title against D-Day and Nathan von Liebert last week. Any comments you want to make about that match?
That match was a fucking joke. As if those two were actually going to beat me. Between D-Day's crying about mistreatment routine to Nathan von Liebert desperation in trying to remain relevant, I honestly don't know which of the two of them is worse. First you have D-Day, who probably still won't admit that I'm better than him. He's probably curled up like a little baby right now, sucking his thumb, eating a tub of ice cream, and crying to Lerch over text message about my announcement as number one contender.
It's time for D-Day to join us in 2012. The year of Jonny Fly. He needs to realize that the United States Title doesn't mean a fucking thing. It doesn't mean anything because he holds it. It's very simple. The reason why the Television Title is more prestigious than the United States title is because the Television Title champion is tossing the United States Champion around like a fucking dingy in a hurricane. Face it D-Day, for you to compete, this company has to be in the shitter. When it's not, when guys like me are around, you can't hang.
As far as Nathan von Liebert goes, I really don't know what else I can say. Nathan, like D-Day, has already lost to me twice. I have nothing left to prove to him. Nathan talks like he beat me last week, but it's just an attempt to deflect his failures. If I wouldn't have pinned D-Day, D-Day would have pinned Nathan. That puts him as low man on the totem pole. The way I see it I saved him from the embarrassment that comes with being pinned by D-Day. Nathan's not even into his WCF career as long as I am, but it's already obvious that his career and his accomplishments will always be stunted by my presence. Not that that makes him any different than the rest of the company.
Well, Jonny. It's the question of all questions. You've just been named the number one contender for the WCF World Title. How do you beat Corey Black?
How does Corey Black beat me? A lot of people have beaten Corey Black. What is with this obsession of glorifying that guy because he beat Odin Balfore. Did anyone else watch Balfore at XIII? My last four memories of Balfore are losing to Roy Speede, losing to Corey Black, being destroyed by Jay Price, and no-showing Joel Hall because he was hurt. Corey Black is in the running, but there is nobody more overrated than Odin Balfore. Beating him should be expected, not glorifyed. The same thing goes for Nathan von Liebert. The correct question is; how does someone beat me, Hank?
Well, Black is a five-time World Champion. It's safe to say you haven't faced someone like him yet. Don't you agree?
No, I don't agree. This isn't going to be my first time wrestling for a World Title. In those matches were far better wrestlers than Black. Have I faced someone as 'good' as him in WCF? I don't know. Everyone seems the same to me. Insufficient, worthless, inferior. I can use any of these adjectives and they summarily describe every opponent I've faced. So no, Hank, you're wrong. Corey Black is just another number. He's the last number. After I knock Black off his pedestal, there won't be anyone else to beat.
Okay...well your going to get a chance to meet him in ring this week. You're teaming with Doc Henry against Black and Johnny Reb. Any thoughts on this match?
This is just another match. I saw what Doc Henry did to Johnny Reb last week. That was great. I look forward to watching Doc beat the fuck out of Reb once again. As far as Black and I, this is just fluff. This isn't the stage to show him what I'm capable of doing to him. Usually it's a bad idea to put me in the ring with my PPV opponent, but this is a tag match, and my Television Title is on the line. This match means nothing to either Black or myself. I have to be pinned to lose the Television Title. What are the chances of that happening?
Well, Black mentioned this week that he will be taking that Television Title off of you.
Black can say whatever the fuck he wants. That's what everyone else here does. I've had five other wrestlers tell me they were going to take that belt from me. They all lose, Hank. Every one of them. I'm just too good. I was telling everyone before I even won the belt that I may never lose it. That's the absolute truth. I beat everyone else in the Television Title division, might as well see if the World Champion himself can get it.
Since we're on the topic, would care to further clarify your comments you've made about your legacy as Television Champion.
I'm really not sure what there is to clarify, Hank. This is what happens when you make a meteoric rise through a company. You become the target. My comments came in response to Jay Price's proclamation that he and Bobby Cairo are the greatest Television Champions ever. Price bandies this around for one reason only; because he sees me as a legitimate threat to his crowning career accomplishment. Not that it's really an accomplishment. Nobody else seems to be lining up to agree with his self-proclamation.
None of this is really the point, though. I think that's what Price is still missing. If my history of his Television Title reign is off, as he seems to think it is, who gives a shit? We're talking about a title reign from three years ago! It's not fucking relevant. What is relevant is that I'm the Television Title holder, I'm the one who has taken this belt into the Main Event, and I'm going to be the one wearing that belt while competing for the World Title. There's only one other person I know that has done that. It's not Jay Price. It's not Bobby Cairo. It's Corey Black. The man who I'll be facing at Timebomb.
Let's talk further about your match this week. What do you know about your partner Doc Henry.
I know that his name is Doc Henry. I know he teamed with Johnny Reb as part of a tag-team called The New Confederacy.
That's it?
What else is there to know? I have no problem with Doc. Doc hasn't had the pleasure of facing me yet, so there shouldn't be any hard feelings between us. I'm going to do what I do, and I'm sure he's going to do what he does. There's nothing else to it.
So you don't know anything about The New Confederacy, or even why Henry and Reb are in this match against each other?
Hank, I'm Jonny Fly. I'm the most dominant force this company has ever seen. I'm a once in a generation wrestler. Do you really think I give a shit what is going on around me? I don't have the time in the day to give..a..fuck..about..others. I'm hard pressed to even listen to these people when they're speaking about me. What is going on between Doc and Reb, I don't care about. I'll do to Reb what I do to every opponent and I won't be doing it on behalf of Doc Henry.
So I assume that means you know nothing about Reb either?
I know he's had a couple of World Titles in his career. What a fucking joke that is! One of my first weeks here I watched him lose to Odin Balfore. I'll say it again, I don't know how ANYONE lost to that piece of shit. Fortunately, Hank, those days are behind us. No longer will this company stoop as low as to glorify mid-carders like Odin Balfore, D-Day, and Johnny Reb as World Champions. Not while I'm around.
I notice you're leaving Corey Black off that list.
I'm not one to leave a quote hanging in the balance, but I'm not going to talk to talk much about Corey Black this week. Corey Black and I will wrestle for the World Title before this month is over. That's a fact that should be quite unnerving for him. Until that time comes, what is there really to say? I've told everyone I don't respect him. I've told everyone that I'm going to win. There's still two weeks left before our match. Trust me, when the time comes, I'll talk about Corey Black. I'll talk A LOT about him. For right now, just know that while I may not have put him on that list, that could change after having a chance to wrestle him this week.
Is there anything else you want a chance to say while we have you?
Sunday marks another week down, Hank. This match is going to happen, and I'll defend the Television Title, I'll get my shots in on Black, and I'll introduce myself to Johhny Reb. Then, I'll see what the next card has in store for me. When that week is over, Corey Black's reign as World Champion is over. That's how this month is going to play out. That's the timeline.
As the WCF enters March, we officially enter the Jonny Fly era. I'll be at the top of this company, and I'll stay there, forever. When people look back at the history of this company they'll see ten years of mediocrity led by people like Corey Black. Then they'll see February 2012. The month in which my takeover was completed. The month when we put the end to people like Odin Balfore calling themselves World Champions. The month where our World Champion losing to people like D-Day became unacceptable. This is the destiny of this company. This is my destiny. I am changing this history of this company forever.
Now, Hank, I think it's time to end this interview.
Well I had a few more questions...
Our camera pans out and we can see that Fly is still holding the black box seen earlier in his hand. Fly briefly looks over at his men and one of them nods their head. Fly quickly looks down at the item he's holding and appears to press something down.
BOOM!
Panic hits the street. Screams are heard from everywhere. The camera immediately turns around and looks back across the street where the sound originated. All that we can see is dust and people running across the street. A rumbling sound is heard and the camera looks up. We can see pieces of the Federal Building falling down into the courtyard and street. The screams get sharper, more people start running. From every angle people are running away from the federal building. The cloud of dust has now overtaken the camera and the picture becomes blurry, except one image.
Jonny Fly.
Standing still amongst the rush of the masses. Staring at the building.
Smiling.
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SCENE BEGINS
Our scene begins at a Dunkin Donuts on Broadway Avenue in New York City. Jonny Fly is sitting alone at a small table outside of the shop. Fly is staring intently across the busy street. We pan across the street and notice a building that is at least forty stories tall. From our view from across the street we can see that the building features a large courtyard in front of it, park areas on the left and right of the building, and an all glass facade covering the first five to ten stories of the building. The first sign of what goes on in this building can be seen directly in front of us as police cars and black Chevy Tahoe's sit parked on Broadway no more than ten yards from us. The scene moves from the left of the building to the right where we spot a sign that reads '26 Federal Plaza, Jacob K. Javits Federal Building.'
We scan back to Fly who is sipping on a Dunkin Donuts coffee. Fly is wearing his usual dark suit, complimenting it with a black tie and black sunglasses. We see two men dressed nearly identical to Fly approach him from behind. These men take a seat and Fly's table and one of them passes him a large bulky manila envelope. Fly opens the envelope underneath the table and takes a quick look down at what is inside. Our camera is unable to make out the object that Fly has pulled from the envelope but it does seem to be some sort of black box with at least one flip switch on it. Upon inspecting the device Fly smiles and looks up at the men.
So, everything is set?
The larger of the two men that are sitting with Fly remarks.
Everything is ready to go, sir. In and out without anyone even bothering to ask who we are. You'd think a building like that would have better security.
It's the morning. Citizenship and Immigration Services are processing people through security. That's why the extra police cars are over there.
The other man at the table responds.
Wait, I thought that building was the New York FBI headquarters?
Fly turns his attention back across the street. A glazed look comes over his eyes and he seems to tune out his surroundings for a moment as he inspects the building. A small smiles creeps into the corner of his lips and he turns his attention back to his men at the table.
It is. It most definitely is.
The men stare at Fly questioningly as his gaze returns across the street. From out of nowhere a voice is heard loudly screaming....JONNY FLY! JONNY FLY!
The men at the table spring to their feet and stand directly in front of Fly with their hands resting inside of their jacket pockets as the man yelling approaches them on the street. Fly calms the scene by remarking..
Sit down, gentleman. That's our alibi.
The men spin around and look at Fly as Hank Brown enters the scene. Fly smiles at them and motions for everyone to sit down. The two men slowly take their seat allowing Hank the closest seat next to Fly. Hank takes a seat and begins talking.
Hank Brown: Jonny Fly! Thank you for inviting me out here today, though, I don't really understand why we're in Manhattan...it was a bitch getting out here...and who are these guys?
Relax, Hank. These are friends. Let's just do this interview.
Okay...
Hank turns around and looks at the camera. The cameraman motions that he's ready and Hank turns back to Fly and begins.
Well, you successfully defending your Television Title against D-Day and Nathan von Liebert last week. Any comments you want to make about that match?
That match was a fucking joke. As if those two were actually going to beat me. Between D-Day's crying about mistreatment routine to Nathan von Liebert desperation in trying to remain relevant, I honestly don't know which of the two of them is worse. First you have D-Day, who probably still won't admit that I'm better than him. He's probably curled up like a little baby right now, sucking his thumb, eating a tub of ice cream, and crying to Lerch over text message about my announcement as number one contender.
It's time for D-Day to join us in 2012. The year of Jonny Fly. He needs to realize that the United States Title doesn't mean a fucking thing. It doesn't mean anything because he holds it. It's very simple. The reason why the Television Title is more prestigious than the United States title is because the Television Title champion is tossing the United States Champion around like a fucking dingy in a hurricane. Face it D-Day, for you to compete, this company has to be in the shitter. When it's not, when guys like me are around, you can't hang.
As far as Nathan von Liebert goes, I really don't know what else I can say. Nathan, like D-Day, has already lost to me twice. I have nothing left to prove to him. Nathan talks like he beat me last week, but it's just an attempt to deflect his failures. If I wouldn't have pinned D-Day, D-Day would have pinned Nathan. That puts him as low man on the totem pole. The way I see it I saved him from the embarrassment that comes with being pinned by D-Day. Nathan's not even into his WCF career as long as I am, but it's already obvious that his career and his accomplishments will always be stunted by my presence. Not that that makes him any different than the rest of the company.
Well, Jonny. It's the question of all questions. You've just been named the number one contender for the WCF World Title. How do you beat Corey Black?
How does Corey Black beat me? A lot of people have beaten Corey Black. What is with this obsession of glorifying that guy because he beat Odin Balfore. Did anyone else watch Balfore at XIII? My last four memories of Balfore are losing to Roy Speede, losing to Corey Black, being destroyed by Jay Price, and no-showing Joel Hall because he was hurt. Corey Black is in the running, but there is nobody more overrated than Odin Balfore. Beating him should be expected, not glorifyed. The same thing goes for Nathan von Liebert. The correct question is; how does someone beat me, Hank?
Well, Black is a five-time World Champion. It's safe to say you haven't faced someone like him yet. Don't you agree?
No, I don't agree. This isn't going to be my first time wrestling for a World Title. In those matches were far better wrestlers than Black. Have I faced someone as 'good' as him in WCF? I don't know. Everyone seems the same to me. Insufficient, worthless, inferior. I can use any of these adjectives and they summarily describe every opponent I've faced. So no, Hank, you're wrong. Corey Black is just another number. He's the last number. After I knock Black off his pedestal, there won't be anyone else to beat.
Okay...well your going to get a chance to meet him in ring this week. You're teaming with Doc Henry against Black and Johnny Reb. Any thoughts on this match?
This is just another match. I saw what Doc Henry did to Johnny Reb last week. That was great. I look forward to watching Doc beat the fuck out of Reb once again. As far as Black and I, this is just fluff. This isn't the stage to show him what I'm capable of doing to him. Usually it's a bad idea to put me in the ring with my PPV opponent, but this is a tag match, and my Television Title is on the line. This match means nothing to either Black or myself. I have to be pinned to lose the Television Title. What are the chances of that happening?
Well, Black mentioned this week that he will be taking that Television Title off of you.
Black can say whatever the fuck he wants. That's what everyone else here does. I've had five other wrestlers tell me they were going to take that belt from me. They all lose, Hank. Every one of them. I'm just too good. I was telling everyone before I even won the belt that I may never lose it. That's the absolute truth. I beat everyone else in the Television Title division, might as well see if the World Champion himself can get it.
Since we're on the topic, would care to further clarify your comments you've made about your legacy as Television Champion.
I'm really not sure what there is to clarify, Hank. This is what happens when you make a meteoric rise through a company. You become the target. My comments came in response to Jay Price's proclamation that he and Bobby Cairo are the greatest Television Champions ever. Price bandies this around for one reason only; because he sees me as a legitimate threat to his crowning career accomplishment. Not that it's really an accomplishment. Nobody else seems to be lining up to agree with his self-proclamation.
None of this is really the point, though. I think that's what Price is still missing. If my history of his Television Title reign is off, as he seems to think it is, who gives a shit? We're talking about a title reign from three years ago! It's not fucking relevant. What is relevant is that I'm the Television Title holder, I'm the one who has taken this belt into the Main Event, and I'm going to be the one wearing that belt while competing for the World Title. There's only one other person I know that has done that. It's not Jay Price. It's not Bobby Cairo. It's Corey Black. The man who I'll be facing at Timebomb.
Let's talk further about your match this week. What do you know about your partner Doc Henry.
I know that his name is Doc Henry. I know he teamed with Johnny Reb as part of a tag-team called The New Confederacy.
That's it?
What else is there to know? I have no problem with Doc. Doc hasn't had the pleasure of facing me yet, so there shouldn't be any hard feelings between us. I'm going to do what I do, and I'm sure he's going to do what he does. There's nothing else to it.
So you don't know anything about The New Confederacy, or even why Henry and Reb are in this match against each other?
Hank, I'm Jonny Fly. I'm the most dominant force this company has ever seen. I'm a once in a generation wrestler. Do you really think I give a shit what is going on around me? I don't have the time in the day to give..a..fuck..about..others. I'm hard pressed to even listen to these people when they're speaking about me. What is going on between Doc and Reb, I don't care about. I'll do to Reb what I do to every opponent and I won't be doing it on behalf of Doc Henry.
So I assume that means you know nothing about Reb either?
I know he's had a couple of World Titles in his career. What a fucking joke that is! One of my first weeks here I watched him lose to Odin Balfore. I'll say it again, I don't know how ANYONE lost to that piece of shit. Fortunately, Hank, those days are behind us. No longer will this company stoop as low as to glorify mid-carders like Odin Balfore, D-Day, and Johnny Reb as World Champions. Not while I'm around.
I notice you're leaving Corey Black off that list.
I'm not one to leave a quote hanging in the balance, but I'm not going to talk to talk much about Corey Black this week. Corey Black and I will wrestle for the World Title before this month is over. That's a fact that should be quite unnerving for him. Until that time comes, what is there really to say? I've told everyone I don't respect him. I've told everyone that I'm going to win. There's still two weeks left before our match. Trust me, when the time comes, I'll talk about Corey Black. I'll talk A LOT about him. For right now, just know that while I may not have put him on that list, that could change after having a chance to wrestle him this week.
Is there anything else you want a chance to say while we have you?
Sunday marks another week down, Hank. This match is going to happen, and I'll defend the Television Title, I'll get my shots in on Black, and I'll introduce myself to Johhny Reb. Then, I'll see what the next card has in store for me. When that week is over, Corey Black's reign as World Champion is over. That's how this month is going to play out. That's the timeline.
As the WCF enters March, we officially enter the Jonny Fly era. I'll be at the top of this company, and I'll stay there, forever. When people look back at the history of this company they'll see ten years of mediocrity led by people like Corey Black. Then they'll see February 2012. The month in which my takeover was completed. The month when we put the end to people like Odin Balfore calling themselves World Champions. The month where our World Champion losing to people like D-Day became unacceptable. This is the destiny of this company. This is my destiny. I am changing this history of this company forever.
Now, Hank, I think it's time to end this interview.
Well I had a few more questions...
Our camera pans out and we can see that Fly is still holding the black box seen earlier in his hand. Fly briefly looks over at his men and one of them nods their head. Fly quickly looks down at the item he's holding and appears to press something down.
BOOM!
Panic hits the street. Screams are heard from everywhere. The camera immediately turns around and looks back across the street where the sound originated. All that we can see is dust and people running across the street. A rumbling sound is heard and the camera looks up. We can see pieces of the Federal Building falling down into the courtyard and street. The screams get sharper, more people start running. From every angle people are running away from the federal building. The cloud of dust has now overtaken the camera and the picture becomes blurry, except one image.
Jonny Fly.
Standing still amongst the rush of the masses. Staring at the building.
Smiling.
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