Post by Jonny Fly on Nov 24, 2013 16:01:07 GMT -5
The scene begins at the FBI Headquarters in New York City, New York. Special Agent Hutchins is leading a meeting of the agents he has dispatched to uncover information about Jonny Fly and his criminal organization. Hutchins sits at the head of a rectangular conference table with a stern look on his face. He looks out at the other agents at the table.
Hutchins: Do any of you know what I want for Christmas?
The men look on, without answering. Hutchins continues.
Hutchins: Jonny Fly. His head, on this table, preferably. I suppose that action wouldn’t quite live up to the code of ethics of the bureau, but you understand my point.
Hutchins pauses. He takes a second to scan his audience.
Hutchins: Since I organized this task force we’ve accomplished nothing. We’re no closer to putting that sonofabitch behind bars than we were a month ago. Does anyone have anything to say?
Slowly, almost reluctantly, a man at the far end of the table raises his hand.
Hutchins: You? Stand up and introduce yourself.
The man rises out of his seat and takes a step back from the table. He’s a shorter man and he’s wearing the standard FBI black suit and reading glasses. He takes off the glasses, folds them, and sticks them into his front breast pocket.
Thank you, sir. I’m Michael Simpson, an intelligence analyst with the bureau here in New York City for the past 12 years. I’ve worked the Fly cases in the past and I think I might have some information that would be beneficial to share with the group.
Hutchins: Go on then, Mr. Simpson.
Simpson: Right.
Simpson reaches back toward the table and grabs a manila envelope. He opens it up and pulls out an 8x10 picture and holds it up for the group to see. It’s an image of a demolished Zuccotti Park. Where the park used to be has now become nothing more than flattened plot of dirt.
Simpson: A few months ago a holding company named ‘New York Dynasty Inc.’ purchased this plot of land. Just a few weeks ago the deed was transferred to a private owner. That owner is a man by the name of Steven Orbit. Orbit has apparently filed with the city to build an expansion of his west coast establishment, Club Violet, at this location.
There’s a collective murmur from around the table at the mention of Orbit’s name.
Hutchins: Steve Orbit, huh? What do we know about this New York Dynasty Inc. group?
Simpson nods his head and smiles. He reaches back into his folder and takes out another 8x10 image. He holds it up for everyone to see.
Hutchins: I should have guessed.
The image is a picture of the warehouse we’ve now seen several times. It’s where Fly’s organization is headquartered just across the river from Manhattan.
Simpson: New York Dynasty Inc. owns this warehouse. It’s the same place we saw Adalfo Carrion Jr. visiting just prior to his death. It’s the same warehouse we’ve seen Fly’s car parked several times a week. I think with this information it’s safe to say that it was Jonny Fly who transferred that plot of land to Steve Orbit.
Hutchins: This tells us that the two of them are more than wrestling buddies. They’re business partners. Fuck. We need to get a team on Orbit around the clock. I want his phones tapped, bugs in his house, trackers put on his vehicles, the whole gamut. I want to know where he is at all times, and every single person he talks to and I want this done yesterday. Are we clear?
A round of nods around the table confirms.
Simpson: Uh, sir.
Hutchins: Yes?
Simpson: I wasn’t quite finished. I have more.
Hutchins: Oh?
Simpson: I think I’ve found us a mole.
Simpson smiles and takes out one last picture. He holds it up and we see the face of Fly’s right hand man and associate Tom Salemone.
Hutchins: Who is he?
Simpson: Tom Salemone. Long-time fixture in the city’s underworld, but he’s managed to keep a mostly low profile. I don’t know the backstory yet, but he appears to be working side-by-side with Fly.
Hutchins: What makes you think he’d turn on him?
Simpson: We’ve been monitoring his communications. He’s not happy with Fly right now. More importantly, he has a family. If we ever want to get someone in that organization to talk, that time is now.
Special Agent Hutchins nods his head slowly as he thinks of what to do next.
Hutchins: Do we know where he is?
Simpson: Yes.
Hutchins: Alright then team, you take your lead from Simpson. I want Salemone picked up and I want you to use any means necessary to make him talk. I mean that, any means necessary.
Agent Hutchins gets up from his seat and quickly exits the room. The scene comes to a conclusion as the rest of the agents in the room look toward Simpson for their next step.
Simpson: You know what guys; I think I’ll take this one myself.
One of the agents speaks up.
Agent: But you’re an analyst?
Simpson says nothing in response. He simply turns and walks out of the room.
Later That Day
We begin again in New York City. It’s nighttime and we’re in an abandoned alley. There's a light drizzle falling onto the pavement causing a soft pitter patter sound around us. We’re talking through the alley and the faint glow of streetlights just barely illuminates our surroundings. To our left and right old are rundown buildings that appear abandoned. We stop as we notice a figure coming into focus from down the alley. The camera spins around, and we see another figure coming from the opposite end of the alley. Our frame moves to the side and focuses in as the two figures meet.
With just the little light we’re provided, we’re able to identify one of the men as Jonny Fly’s associate Tom Salemone. The other figure in the scene is unknown to us. He’s wearing a long black trenchcoat, glasses, a black fedora hat, and looking toward the ground. Slowly he lifts his head and speaks to Tom.
“I’m glad you came.”
Tom: What is this all about?
“This is about your boss.”
Tom: I don’t have a boss.
The man makes a tsk, tsk, tsk sound.
“Now, Tom, we all have a boss. My boss wants the head of Jonny Fly, and he usually gets what he wants.”
Tom’s face scrunches into a scowl.
Tom: Who are you?
“Depending on how you see it, I could be a friend.”
Tom: I have enough friends, and they know better than to play these games with me. Thank you for the offer. I’ll be leaving now.
Tom turns and begins to walk away. He gets about ten feet away when…
“If you leave, I can promise you that the FBI will find you, catch you, and punish you to the full extent of the law.”
Tom stops dead. He spins around and re-approaches the man.
Tom: FBI, huh. And what about if I stay?
“We can bring down Jonny Fly together. Truthfully, it’s a simple choice. We already know everything. We know about the warehouse, we know about you, we know about him, we know about Steve Orbit. Hell, we know about Adalfo Carrion Jr. and Bobby Cairo. You’re on a sinking ship. I’m giving you a life boat. Take it.”
Tom shakes his head ‘no.’
Tom: If you know everything, then why do you need me?
“That’s a good question. We need testimony from someone on the inside. We need someone to stand up in federal court and tell everything Jonny Fly has done and is involved in.”
Tom shakes his head.
Tom: No. I won’t do it. He’ll kill me.
“We won’t let that happen.”
Tom laughs at the comment.
Tom: You guys can’t stop him. You’ve never been able to. I’m not putting my life into your hands.
“But you do want out, don’t you?”
Tom remains silent, but just for a brief moment.
Tom: I picked this life. I’m content to see it through.
Tom again turns to walk away. The man in the trenchcoat reaches out and grabs him before he can leave.
“You might be content to see this through, but are they?”
The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a picture. It’s a picture of Salemone’s family.
“I told you already, my boss gets what he wants. Do you want to see your family again? I will give you one last chance, or I promise you we will take them. The FBI is done playing around with Jonny Fly. He is going down. EVERYONE around him is going down. If we have to take your family to gain your cooperation, we will.
Tom: You can’t do that. You’re FBI.
“Agent Hutchins’ record is above reproach. He’ll get away with it. Last chance, Tom. Help us, help you.”
Salemone looks at the ground and sighs. After an extended pause, he looks back to the man.
Tom: Alright. You win. I’ll help. What do you need from me?
“Just this…”
BANG!
A gunshot rings out in the night. Tom Salemone drops to the pavement, blood spilling from his forehead. The man in the trenchcoat takes a step forward and looks down at the body of Fly’s associate. Satisfied he turns and looks to the roof of the building to his right. We zoom in on a silhouette standing on the roof and holding a rifle in his hand. We zoom in further, and further, until just barely a face becomes visible.
Steve Orbit.
On the ground the man in the trenchcoat tips his hat to Orbit and walks off into the night. The scene comes to a close.
10 Minutes Later
Our scene continues from The Bowery Diner in Manhattan. It’s now 11:30 PM and only a few patrons remain. One of those few patrons is Jonny Fly. Fly sits at the counter on a stool eating a piece of pumpkin pie and watching a television set on the wall. The diner’s front door opens, prompting a jingle from an attached set of bells. Seconds later a hat is thrown onto the counter next to Fly. Fly turns and looks at the man, and sees Michael Simpson of the FBI taking off his long black trenchcoat and folding it onto the counter. Simpson turns and notices Fly staring at him
Simpson: Well, well. Look who we have here.
A tense moment ensues. Fly stares at Simpson, and Simpson back at Fly. Finally, Fly breaks into a smile. He sticks out his hand.
Fly: The FBI’s own Michael Simpson. How did it go?
Simpson grasps Fly’s hand and sits down next to him before answering.
Simpson: You have to watch who you trust, Jonny. I won’t be around forever to draw out your moles.
Fly cocks his head curiously.
Fly: So, he was ready to talk?
Simpson: He needed persuaded, but yeah, he would have talked. I told you he would.
Fly sighs.
Fly: It’s hard to find good help in my business.
Simpson: Well, not exactly. Your boy Orbit is the man that pulled the trigger. As soon as Tom agreed to help me…boom.
Fly smiles. He nods his head.
Fly: I knew he had a dark side. This life fits him. It really does. I’m glad to see he’s embraced it.
Simpson: The bureau knows about him. Truthfully, they know about everything. They’re just looking for the right time to strike.
Fly: How exactly is it that they know about Orbit?
Fly looks at Simpson accusingly.
Simpson: You’re smart enough to know how this works, Jonny. If you want me on the inside then I have to give them something that gets me on the inside. Those agents don’t give a fuck about analysts unless we have information that can help make them look like heroes.
Fly nods his head in agreement.
Fly: I understand. What do I need to do?
Simpson: Move out of the warehouse for starters. They’re all over that. I’ve told them about Zuccotti Park, but not about the mayoral election and Cairo. It’s only a matter of time until that angle is uncovered.
Fly’s expression changes to one of concern.
Fly: They CAN’T find that out. That’s the key to the whole puzzle. If they figure that out, they’ll figure out everything. I’ll be finished.
Simpson: I’m afraid you’re on borrowed time, Jonny. You’ve known that for a few weeks now. You’re friend Tom was right about one thing, you need a fall guy.
Fly looks away and takes another bit of his pie. Without looking at Simpson, he responds.
Fly: That’s not going to be easy.
Simpson: It was never supposed to be easy. You wanted the city, it comes at a cost.
Fly nods agreeing with Simpson’s point. He finishes off his pie and sets a ten dollar bill on the counter.
Fly: You’ll keep me informed on Hutchins’ next move?
Simpson: As always.
Fly gets up from the seat and pats Simpson on the back.
Fly: It’s good to have you on our side.
Simpson: Just remember, time is essential. You’re not going to be able to hold them off much longer. You need to figure this out.
Fly smiles.
Fly: I will.
With that, Fly exits the diner and the scene fades out.
The Next Day
The scene begins at Jonny Fly’s New York City mansion. Fly is lounging in his living room sitting on his couch and watching a replay of War in September. The doorbell rings and Fly quickly gets up from his seat and exits the living room, walking down a hallway that leads into the house’s foyer. Fly reaches the front door and opens it, revealing Hank Brown and a camera crew at his doorstep.
Fly: Hank. Right on time. I like a man who’s on time.
Brown smiles as Fly steps to the side and motions for Hank and the crew to step inside. Fly leads them back through the hallway to the living room where he sits back down on his couch. Hank grabs a love seat across from him and the camera crew sets up in its place.
Hank: It’s been a long time since we did an interview. Thanks for inviting me over.
As Hank speaks, he notices the clips of War being played on the television. Fly follows Hank’s gaze and responds…
Fly: Preparing for that match and preparing for my match this week have a lot of similarities. Oh, that reminds me…
Fly pulls out his cellphone from his pocket.
Fly: Siri, send a text message to Steve Orbit – “Hey Steve, make sure to bring some chicken to Denver.”
Fly smiles and makes sure that the message took. Satisfied, he slides the phone back into his pocket.
Hank: I think we’re ready to go.
Fly: Alright, let’s do it.
The cameras begin rolling.
Hank: I’m here today with Jonny Fly for an exclusive one on one interview with the WCF World Champion. Jonny, thank you for having me here today.
Fly: It’s always good to see you, Hank.
Hank: Let’s go ahead and start with last week. You faced Seifer Black Armstrong in a match that if Seifer lost, he along with Matthew Robinson would be fired. Can you take me through what you were thinking going into that match?
Fly: Look, I wasn’t the individual who added the stipulation that if Seifer Black Armstrong lost he would be fired. I thought it was foolish what he was doing in challenging me to the match, sure. Instead of biding his time, winning a Television Title, United States Title, or even a Tag-Team Title with Matt, he basically decided to skip all the steps it takes to get to the top and just outright challenged the World Champion to a match. He wanted to use me to make a statement. Here is a guy who had no staying power at War, lost chances to capture the Tag-Team titles, and lost to Steve Orbit and me a week prior. He was slipping into the pool of mediocrity and in one last feint attempt at relevance; he tried to latch on to me to help him out. I think every wrestler, new or old, should take note of what happened last week. I’m not the guy you use to make your statements. I will embarrass you. Just like I did to Seifer.
Brown: Do you agree with Sarah Twilight’s decision to fire Seifer Black Armstrong?
Fly: I’m…indifferent about it. On one hand it wasn’t so long ago that Sarah acted in a very similar manner. When she joined this company I was the World Champion and she too thought I would just roll over for her. She too thought that she was special because of success she’d had in other places. I have no patience for such idiocy. On the other hand, Sarah knows that firing Seifer will send a message to the entire locker room that they have to earn their place in this company. I believe in that very same concept. Seifer didn’t respect the hierarchy. He wasted everyone’s time trying to quell his own insecurities about his standing in this company. Therefore, he’s fired. I’m content with that. After all, I did try to warn him.
Brown: What about her decision to not fire Matthew Robinson?
Fly: The way that man acts, it’s only a matter of time. I’m not sure why he was spared but he’s do far down the list of people I give a fuck about it doesn’t really bother me. Robinson acts like he’s hot shit, but he’s continually failed to make an impact in this company. I don’t see that changing anytime soon. At least we’ve been able to establish that he can’t beat Steve Orbit, so hopefully he’ll shut the fuck up about that now.
Brown: Let’s talk a little about you. You’re now 6-0 since your return at XIII in September. You won the War and subsequently the World Title two weeks later. You’ve told me before in interviews like this that the two things you still wanted to do in WCF were to win War and then Main Event One. You’re now on the cusp of completing both of those goals.
Fly: It was always just a matter of opportunity. I’ve only competed in one War, and I won it. No big surprise there. I’ve competed at One twice, and won both of those matches. The first time I was one month into my career here and I won my first title. The second time, last year, I won ownership of the WCF. I’m looking forward to defending my World Title at One this time around. To be honest, I’m just really looking forward to successfully defending the title and standing in the ring holding that title as the last image of the year. We started 2013 off with me removing Seth Lerch from the WCF and we’ll end it with me holding up the World Title. 2012 was truly the year of Jonny Fly. But 2013 has been one hell of a follow-up.
Brown: Do you have any clue on who you’ll be defending against at One?
Fly: It’s tough to look at that roster and really see anyone who deserves that match. There’s not many out there. I can only really think of one person.
Brown: Who’s that?
Fly: Don’t worry about that Hank. I don’t pick the matches. I guess we’ll just have to see what happens.
Fly smiles, almost mischievously.
Brown: Let’s switch subjects here. Earlier this month you turned 30. You’ve said that you accomplished everything that you’ve ever wanted to do, save for perhaps a Hall of Fame spot here in the WCF. With your twenties behind you and with your accomplishments, what is going to keep you motivated and hungry moving forward?
Fly: I’m intrinsically motivated, Hank. Certain matches will motivate me more than others, sure, but more than that I take a lot of pride in where I’m at. It’s been a long road to the success I’ve had. I’m not ready to give that up. Every wrestler wants to knock me off the mountain, that’s motivating in itself. There are still records I could pursue. Another World Title would tie me for the most all-time. I could go destroy some jobber in the People’s Title or Internet Title ranks and become a grand slam champion. I could join Jay Price in the ‘I’ve won all the titles’ ranks. I can literally go and achieve any feat I want. Right now, there’s one higher on my list than the rest.
Brown: Which is?
Fly smiles. He sits up in his seat and looks at the camera.
Fly: The longest World Title reign ever.
Fly winks into the camera.
Brown: That’s a long road, Jonny.
Fly: Who else could do it? Before I won at War that title was being passed around like Kate Winslet at a Pantheon party. I’ve brought stability to the title. I’ve brought a standard of excellence each week that shows the rest of the roster what a real World Champion looks like. I wrestle like that motherfucker is on the line no matter what type of match I’m in. Nobody else out there would have it in them to chase that record. But me…I’m more than capable.
Brown: That’s quite the announcement. I guess that also brings us to this week. Slam is providing an added wrinkle this time around. Nobody knows who they’ll be facing. Some might not be wrestling at all. Some, like you, may be asked to defend your title. It’s all going to be a mystery. What are your thoughts?
Fly: Doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. It’s another Slam. It’s another match.
Brown: Really? I mean, you could end up defending the World Title against a Bobby Cairo, Logan, Eric Price, Steve Orbit…hell…Twilight could put herself up against you.
Fly: I’m ready for that Hank. I’m not just saying that either. I never expect any match to be easy because quite simply, most people bring their best to the table when they’re squaring off against me. A win over me is wrestling’s Holy Grail. I’m used to the mystery. Just because I know the name of my opponent, that doesn’t mean that’s what I’m getting. I’m usually getting someone better. He might have the same name, but he’s putting on a performance that isn’t usually associated with him. Do you understand what I mean? In my position, I always have to be prepared. You don’t get where I’m at without being able to adapt. I’m ready for my match this week. I promise you that.
Brown: Any thoughts on who you hope to face?
Fly pauses to think about the question.
Fly: Truthfully, all those same people you mentioned would be great. I’d rather face an Eric Price, a dude who whines about me every time he’s on television, than some jobber like Adam Young or the dancing douchebag Jorge Diaz. I wouldn’t mind getting into the ring against Jeff Purse either. Because seriously…fuck Jeff Purse. I hold him responsible for the death of Pantheon with the shit he got involved in with Eric Price. Now the dude is back and acting like he beat me before? Please.
Brown: Anyone else?
Fly: It’s always a good day when I can beat Odin Balfore and FPV. I mean, yeah, I’ve been there and done that. Still, it’s always good to get over on those two. Matthew Robinson would be a fun match. It would even make a little sense too. Twilight obviously doesn’t like him, and probably wouldn’t trust anyone else to make sure he pays for the shit he’s been doing. Other than that, not a lot of people really stick out to me.
Brown: There are quite a few newer wrestlers on the list of individuals who you might be competing against this week. Any comments about that?
Fly: There has been an influx of wrestlers signing on with the WCF lately. That seems somewhat backwards considering how bent out of shape everyone is about working for Sarah. I don’t know much about any of those guys, or girls, but I’m certainly not expecting any of them to provide me much in the way of competition. If I face one of them, I’ll be sure to introduce myself to them.
Brown: Any last words on this week?
Fly: I’d hate to be the wrestler, or wrestlers, at the other end of the right with me. I embrace this type of challenge. I’ve never shied away from a fight in my career. I hope I draw the best motherfucker out there. I don’t care if the World Title is on the line. I’m going to do what it takes to win. Just like any other week.
Brown: Thank you Jonny. I appreciate your time again, and as always it’s been good catching up with you.
Fly: No problem, Hank. I’ll see you and the rest of the roster in Denver.
The cameras cut off and the scene fades out.
