Post by CD's Old Account on Apr 8, 2013 21:25:52 GMT -5
Backstage we see Jonny Fly, in Corey Black’s body, staring blankly at a Hot Fries vending machine. Yes, it’s a vending machine that dispenses only Hot Fries. It’s one of the first things Fly changed upon taking over ownership of the WCF. Unfortunately, this particular vending machine isn’t…vending. Fly bangs his hand over the plexiglass front of the machine trying to get his delicious hot fries to fall down, but to no avail. He puts his hands on his hips and tries to formulate a new plan of attack.
Just then, Corey Black, in Jonny Fly’s body, appears from around the corner. He pats Fly on the back as he passes by him toward the vending machine. Black puts a dollar into the machine and is rewarded with a perfectly manufactured bag of spicy and delicious Hot Fries. Black reaches into the machine, takes out his bag, and opens it up. Turning back toward Fly, Black holds the bag out for his friend.
Black: Yo, you want up on these Hot Fries, dawg?
Fly scowls. That should have been his bag. Rawr.
Fly: …no. Fuck you.
Black: Why you been actin’ so hostile toward me, bro? We homies. Stop frontin’.
Black takes out two Hot Fries from the bag and pops them into his mouth.
Black: These shits are good dude, you sure you don’t want any?
Fly: Nah, I’m good. I don’t take handouts from traitors. Why don’t you go ask you buddy Steve Orbit if he wants some fuckin’ hot fries?
Black: Come on man, I’m trying to be nice here.
Fly: You want to be nice to me? Then tell me that you have my back.
Black: I got your back. Haven’t I always?
Fly: It seems like you were just a bit too happy I lost last week. I don’t care how good of ‘homies’ you and
Orbit are, you need to get your priorities straight.
Black: Look, dawg…
Fly: No, hold up a second. I’ve decided that the two of us are going after the tag-team titles. You and I are going to fuck up Steve Orbit…together. That’s how you’ll prove that you have my back.
Black: Man, you’re really buggin’ me with this Steve Orbit shit. Orbit is good people. I don’t know why you don’t see that. I wasn’t happy to see you lose, bro, but I wanted Steve Orbit to stay. You shouldn’t have made me choose between the two of you…
Fly: WHAT?
Fly takes two steps forward and swats the bag of Hot Fries out of Black’s hand. He gets in the face of the WCF Hall of Famer who just happens to be wearing his own body.
Fly: You motherfucker…I made you choose? The choice should have been obvious! What the fuck is wrong with you? Orbit isn’t ‘your boy.’ He’s Genesis, not Pantheon. It should be as simple as that.
Black: You better back the fuck up, son…
Jonny shoves Corey backward, in a defiant act. Corey stumbles back, and after regaining his balance quizzically looks to Jonny.
Fly: Back the fuck up or what? I don't care if you're in my body, I'll break your legs where you stand.
Black: You're trippin'.
Corey spins to land an elbow but is caught by Skyler Striker who notices what is happening. He rushes in to stop the fight, and catches Corey before the blow lands. Jonny, though, gets in a punch or two while Skyler holds Corey back, only for Jay Price to come and wrangle Jonny.
Price: Whoa whoa whoa! What the hell is this?
Fly: Corey is backing Orbit! He's not Pantheon!
Striker: Relax man, we're all Pantheon. It's just us now, with everyone else gone we need to watch each others back. It's everyone against us whether you guys see it or not.
Black: Not Orbit, man. Dude is chill. He got pushed to the brink, did what he had to do, ya dig?
Fly: Fuck you, Black! Fuck you and fuck your small-ass body! I'm out of here.
Jonny rips his arms away from Jay Price and walks passed Corey, checking him in the shoulder as he does. Skyler stand between the two as Jonny disappears around a corner. Corey walks off in the opposite direction, leaving Skyler and Jay confused.
Just then, Corey Black, in Jonny Fly’s body, appears from around the corner. He pats Fly on the back as he passes by him toward the vending machine. Black puts a dollar into the machine and is rewarded with a perfectly manufactured bag of spicy and delicious Hot Fries. Black reaches into the machine, takes out his bag, and opens it up. Turning back toward Fly, Black holds the bag out for his friend.
Black: Yo, you want up on these Hot Fries, dawg?
Fly scowls. That should have been his bag. Rawr.
Fly: …no. Fuck you.
Black: Why you been actin’ so hostile toward me, bro? We homies. Stop frontin’.
Black takes out two Hot Fries from the bag and pops them into his mouth.
Black: These shits are good dude, you sure you don’t want any?
Fly: Nah, I’m good. I don’t take handouts from traitors. Why don’t you go ask you buddy Steve Orbit if he wants some fuckin’ hot fries?
Black: Come on man, I’m trying to be nice here.
Fly: You want to be nice to me? Then tell me that you have my back.
Black: I got your back. Haven’t I always?
Fly: It seems like you were just a bit too happy I lost last week. I don’t care how good of ‘homies’ you and
Orbit are, you need to get your priorities straight.
Black: Look, dawg…
Fly: No, hold up a second. I’ve decided that the two of us are going after the tag-team titles. You and I are going to fuck up Steve Orbit…together. That’s how you’ll prove that you have my back.
Black: Man, you’re really buggin’ me with this Steve Orbit shit. Orbit is good people. I don’t know why you don’t see that. I wasn’t happy to see you lose, bro, but I wanted Steve Orbit to stay. You shouldn’t have made me choose between the two of you…
Fly: WHAT?
Fly takes two steps forward and swats the bag of Hot Fries out of Black’s hand. He gets in the face of the WCF Hall of Famer who just happens to be wearing his own body.
Fly: You motherfucker…I made you choose? The choice should have been obvious! What the fuck is wrong with you? Orbit isn’t ‘your boy.’ He’s Genesis, not Pantheon. It should be as simple as that.
Black: You better back the fuck up, son…
Jonny shoves Corey backward, in a defiant act. Corey stumbles back, and after regaining his balance quizzically looks to Jonny.
Fly: Back the fuck up or what? I don't care if you're in my body, I'll break your legs where you stand.
Black: You're trippin'.
Corey spins to land an elbow but is caught by Skyler Striker who notices what is happening. He rushes in to stop the fight, and catches Corey before the blow lands. Jonny, though, gets in a punch or two while Skyler holds Corey back, only for Jay Price to come and wrangle Jonny.
Price: Whoa whoa whoa! What the hell is this?
Fly: Corey is backing Orbit! He's not Pantheon!
Striker: Relax man, we're all Pantheon. It's just us now, with everyone else gone we need to watch each others back. It's everyone against us whether you guys see it or not.
Black: Not Orbit, man. Dude is chill. He got pushed to the brink, did what he had to do, ya dig?
Fly: Fuck you, Black! Fuck you and fuck your small-ass body! I'm out of here.
Jonny rips his arms away from Jay Price and walks passed Corey, checking him in the shoulder as he does. Skyler stand between the two as Jonny disappears around a corner. Corey walks off in the opposite direction, leaving Skyler and Jay confused.
