Post by Jonny Fly on Dec 12, 2013 15:57:05 GMT -5
December 4th, 2013
It’s 8:09 PM and our scene has opened up on Henry Street in Manhattan. It’s not even an hour after the last time we saw Jonny Fly, in his home office deciding on what to do about his situation with the FBI. A light snow is falling and just barely covers the street. Fly walks alone with only the street lights to guide him. The only thing we can hear is the sound of snow crushing underneath Fly’s dress shoes as he walks down the street. His breath creates a cloud in the air with each exhale that evaporates into his overcoat as he walks forward.
Our scene pans out slightly and we begin to notice an odd setting. It’s not particularly late in the night, and we’re not particularly far out of the city. However, the streets are empty. The fallen snow shows no signs of tracks from other pedestrians. It’s as if this part of the city is completely empty. Noticing the same thing, Fly stops and looks around. There are no lights on in the surrounding buildings. The windows of the cars around him are nothing but white blankets, indicating these cars haven’t been moved all evening. No tire tracks on the road. No life of any sort distinguishable in the surrounding area.
Fly turns around and looks behind him. He sees only the tracks of his feet, the light from the streets, and the snow sprinkling down around him. The instinct of a man who has spent his last 18 years on these very streets takes over. Fly realizes that something is off. He speaks to himself.
Fly: This city never sleeps. Never.
Fly’s right hand leaves his pocket and reaches under his coat. Fly pulls out a military-grade 9mm pistol. He quickly checks its 13 round magazine and verifies that it’s full. With the pistol in hand, Fly turns back around.
He squints into the distance, hearing faint sounds, but unable to identify anything in sight due to the falling snow and the blustery and cold nighttime conditions. Fly looks around at his direct surroundings. There are two parked cars to his left parked adjacent to a three story building. To his right is a metal garbage container cornered against an even taller building. With his immediate surroundings identified, Fly stands motionless in the middle of the street, pistol at his side. He makes no movement or sound of any type, only listening and perhaps…waiting. Finally, a sound arouses his attention. From the top of the building on the right footsteps are heard moving toward him. Fly half-turns in that direction and raises his pistol. He’s sees flashes of black running on the roof in the distance in his direction. He notices that they’re carrying automatic rifles.
Fly: Fuck.
Fly quickly sends two shots into the brick façade of the building to his right. The shots penetrate the building just a foot underneath where the men are seen, stopping their momentum toward Fly and forcing them to take cover. Fly quickly runs to the right and takes cover next to the trash container, cutting off the point of sight from the men on the roof. More sounds are heard. Fly peeks his head out from beside the trash container and looks down the street. Several black SUV’s are now making their way toward him. We also see uniformed officers on the street running in his direction against the walls of the buildings on the left and right. Fly sends a shot in the direction of the men running against the same building he’s taking cover next to, sending them scrambling behind cars. He looks across the street and sees the officers on the left taking cover just a few yards up the street, not willing to move forward and be in the line of fire from Fly’s position.
Trapped, Fly takes a deep breath. As the moisture from his breath hits the air and then disintegrates, Fly begins to gauge his surroundings once again. There are no doors or windows that are easy to access anywhere close to him. He has men on the roof above him, and on both sides of the street. If he were to move back even two steps from his position against the trash container, he would be in the line of sight from officers on the street across from him. If he took two steps inward toward the street, he would be in the line of sight of officers on the roof and on the right side of the street. It’s a dire situation.
Fly checks his pockets. He has one extra clip, his cellphone, a pocket knife, and a box of matches. He takes the phone in hand and looks at the screen…seeing nothing. He tries to turn it on, and again, nothing. Remarkably, he smiles.
Fly: Of course they cut off my phone. Fuckers.
Fly flips the phone over his head and listens as it lands into the trash container. Hearing noise again, Fly quickly pokes his head out from the side of the container and sees men moving on the roof to his left, trying to gain high position and a sight line on him the buildings across from him. Fly quickly fires over three shots in an attempt to stop them and then tucks back into his corner. He pops the magazine out of his pistol and counts his shots. Six left. 19 total.
Fly: Not enough.
Dejectedly, Fly puts the magazine back in and sets his gun on the ground. He takes off his jacket and sets it on the ground next to him. He gathers the box of matches and lights one, setting his jacket ablaze. He tosses the jacket into the trashcan behind him as an igniter to the trash already inside. His goal is to burn his phone, destroying any evidence held on it, as well as to create a cloud of cover from anyone trying to gain a line of sight on him. With the fire now burning, Fly slides a few steps backward and fires another two shots across the street to force those officers back even further. As they reposition, Fly takes off his shoes and tosses them into the fire as well. He looks like he’s preparing to make a run for it when a voice rings out on a megaphone.
Hutchins: Jonny Fly. It’s Agent Hutchins with the FBI. We have your position surrounded. My men have instructions to kill on sight. You have 30 seconds to come out.
Fly looks around the container again and sees four black SUV’s parked in the middle of the road. Agents have taken cover behind car doors and have their guns fixed on Fly’s direction. Standing in front is Hutchins with the megaphone in hand. Fly tucks back behind the trash container and considers his next step. If he runs for it, he’ll be in the direction of fire from the agents in the middle of the road, and the officers on the left of the road on the roofs and at street level. There’s a door about twenty yards away on his side of the road that he might be able to reach, if he can avoid the bullets. If he puts in his new clip he’d have 13 bullets to use to try to provide him some cover. Of course, there’s no way of knowing whether or not that door is even open. If it’s not, he’s a sitting duck. Discouraged with that prospect, Fly lays down his gun. He says something under his breath that’s just barely distinguishable to us.
Fly: Life is all about choices and opportunity. Success is all about turning your choices into opportunity.
With that, Jonny Fly gives up.
He stands to his feet and raises his hands in the air. Fly takes ten steps forward into the street and then turns to face the agents parked up the road. He sticks his hands behind his head and gets down on his knees…smiling…
...surrendering.
Our next scene begins three hours later. We’re now in Federal Plaza at the FBI’s New York City headquarters. Upstairs, two FBI agents are staring through a two-way mirror at WCF World Champion Jonny Fly. Fly is sitting alone at a table in an interrogation room. He’s leaning back in his chair looking ever-so casual despite the predicament that he’s in. The two agents have a short discussion.
Agent #1: He's been here for three hours. Do you think he’s going to talk?
Agent #2: You never know with these types of people. This is a game to him. I’m betting on Hutchins, though. He always gets them to talk.
As the previous comment is made, the door in the interrogation room swings open. Our camera scans forward through the mirror and into the interrogation room as Fly directs his attention to the door. Entering the room is Agent Hutchins, seen in several previous scenes and the FBI’s Eastern Region Director. He’s the man who spearheaded the bureau’s investigation and ultimate capture of Jonny Fly. Hutchins is wearing a black suit with a red tie, has his hair slicked back, and is holding a manila folder. He approaches the table and takes a seat across from Fly. Setting the folder on the table, Hutchins crosses his arms and stares at Fly. Fly looks on, almost amused.
Hutchins: I almost expected better from you, Fly.
Fly smirks. He leans forward in his chair.
Fly: Is that right?
Hutchins: Yes. After we spoke just over a month ago I figured you’d be more prepared for me. I figured you’d make me work for this collar. Truthfully, I thought it would take me months to get you in that chair. Instead, here you are. Five weeks and Jonny Fly is in custody. Perhaps a crowning moment in my career, don’t you think?
Fly: I wouldn’t say that.
Hutchins nods his head.
Hutchins: You’re right. When you do what I do, it’s not about individual accomplishments. It’s about right and wrong. It’s about justice. Having you off the streets is a win for this entire city. Perhaps I should take a page out of your book and hold a celebration with the people of New York. Let them all know who you really are, what you’ve done, and most importantly…where you’re going…which is behind bars, for the rest of your life.
Fly wipes his nose and scoffs at the sentiment.
Fly: I don’t know if you’re telling me all of this because you’re looking for my insight, but usually when I hold a victory party, I at least know that I’ve either won or am going to win.
Fly smirks again. Agent Hutchins sits back in his chair and considers the comment.
Hutchins: You’re really naïve enough to think you’re getting out of this, don’t you? I’d offer you a psych evaluation, but the truth is I don’t care whether or not you’re crazy. I’m going to burry you. I’m not even in here to ask you to confess to anything. Say something, say nothing; it’s of no difference to me. I have everything I need to put you away.
Fly: Except of course, the truth.
Hutchins: Not a chance, Fly. Not this time.
Fly: I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m a victim of circumstance, it would seem. Perhaps you’re jaded by a negative perception of me from my previous dealings with your people?
Fly flashes a giant smile as he finishes the previous statement.
Fly: It’s really not professional to hold these grudges.
Hutchins: I tell you what I’m going to do, Jonny. I’m going to leave. I’m going to go home and get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up, have some breakfast, take my time driving into work, maybe catch up on some emails when I do get here. Then I’ll come see how you’re doing. Do you know where you’ll be during all of that? Right here. In that exact seat. Let’s go ahead and schedule our next chat in about…
Hutchins looks at his watch.
Hutchins: Twelve hours.
Fly: Yeah, that doesn’t really work for me. I have a show in a couple of days and I need to get ready for it.
Hutchins: You’re not going to make that show, or any show in the future for that matter. Your wrestling career is finished.
Fly shakes his head ‘no.’
Fly: Agent Hutchins, I actually think you’re a good man. I think you’re a little bias, but still a good man. I know what you think of me, and really, I don’t even blame you. I will only say this once, and you know I’m a man of my word, if you leave me in this room for the next 12 hours…then we’re finished. You have 24 hours to formally charge me, and that clock started three hours ago. Twelve hours from now would be fifteen hours. I’ll wait the last nine just to get the opportunity to have you charge me so I can embarrass you in court.
Hutchins: Always with the arrogance, Jonny.
Fly: No. You’re wrong about that. I’m trying to do right by you. I have irrefutable proof that I’m innocent. Things may have been different in the past, but I’m not your guy this time.
Agent Hutchins stands up and walks over to the mirror. He stares into it for a few seconds before turning back toward Fly.
Hutchins: I don’t believe you.
Fly nods his head solemnly.
Fly: Imagine this, though. Imagine you go down this road with me and I’m right. I’m a public figure, Agent Hutchins. This will be a big news story. Imagine being the guy who made that mistake. Imagine the coverage the FBI will get for conducting this sort of witch hunt. What is the public going to think when they learn you put 100 agents onto the investigation of one innocent man? Hell, what are your superiors going to say? That’d be quite the embarrassment.
Hutchins scoffs and takes his seat once again.
Hutchins: I know you well enough to have expected this. This is your textbook move. Misdirection and deceit. Now I’m just supposed to eat it up? I don’t think so.
Fly: That’s true enough. Just not this time. I’m innocent.
Hutchins: No, you’re not. I’ll see you in twelve hours, Fly.
Agent Hutchins gets back to his feet and begins moving toward the door. Just as he’s about to reach for the handle the door is opened from the other side. Agent Hutchins takes a step backward as another agent enters the room.
Agent: Mr. Hutchins, I have someone you might want to talk to.
Hutchins nods and follows the agent out of the room. The two men walk next door and enter the viewing room where the two agents were seen talking earlier. Those same agents are now speaking with Michael Simpson, an FBI intelligence analyst that’s been working on Fly’s case…and who we’ve seen previously is actually Fly’s inside man in the bureau.
Hutchins: Mr. Simpson, what are you doing here?
Simpson: Agent Hutchins, I think you might have the wrong guy.
Hutchins cocks his head and moves in closer.
Hutchins: You THINK I might, or you know?
Simpson: I didn’t come forward with this information earlier because I was working a bit out of my scope. I was in the alley when Tom Salemone was killed. It wasn’t Fly who killed him.
Agent Hutchins eyes grow wide. He immediately turns around and runs his hand through his hair, pausing. He thinks of what to do next. Slowly, he turns back to face Simpson and the group of agents in the room.
Hutchins: Okay. Tell me what you saw. Start from the beginning.
Simpson: After our meeting that day, I went and reached out to Tom. I wanted to talk to him directly. I wanted to see if he was willing to come in.
Hutchins: Did you take any other agents with you?
Simpson: No. Again, I know I was operating out of my scope but I thought I could end this. I didn’t want the other agents to spook him. We scheduled to meet in an alleyway. Just as I was walking toward him, barely able to see him in this distance, he was shot. The shot came from a rooftop just off the alley. I was able to see the shooter, but it was dark. However, I’m 100% sure that this individual was African-American. I can’t tell you anything else about him, but I was able to get some footage with the camera on my phone.
Hutchins: Let me see it.
Simpson pulls out his phone and clicks to the video. The agents in the room hover around the phone as he begins to play it. We see the outline of the body of Tom Salemone on the street just a few yards ahead of us. The video then turns toward the rooftop where a man is holding a rifle and looking down at the street. We too can tell that this individual is black and he also appears to be wearing a purple velvet-looking overcoat.
Hutchins: Oh shit. I know who that is.
Simpson: You do?
Hutchins doesn’t say another word. He quickly leaves the viewing room. Seconds later, we see him reentering the interrogation room. Michael Simpson smiles, and once again our scene resumes inside the interrogation room. Agent Hutchins has just retaken his seat across from Jonny Fly.
Fly: You’re eleven hours and fifty minutes early.
Hutchins: Lucky you, I suppose. Tell me everything you know about Steve Orbit.
The comment causes Fly to lean back in his chair. He pauses for a moment, thinking of a response.
Fly: You know what, I’ve thought about it, and I’ve decided that I do want a lawyer.
Hutchins: This is a one-time offer, Jonny. Tell me everything you know about Steve Orbit and I’ll consider letting you walk out of here a free man.
Fly: You’re infringing upon my rights, Agent Hutchins. While I’m a perfectly capable lawyer, as the bureau knows from last year, this line of questioning is going down a road I’m not prepared to talk about.
Hutchins squints his eyes, trying to read Fly. Trying to decipher anything he can from him.
Hutchins: Tell me what I want to know and this can all go away. Is Steve Orbit the mastermind behind all of this? Is he the mastermind behind the murders of Adolpho Carrion Jr., Agent Williams, and Tom Salemone? Has he been the driving force behind the business deals in New York City? Does he RUN the Ridder Organization?
Fly’s eyes grow cold. He responds to only one of the questions.
Fly: The Ridder Organization is dead.
Hutchins: Don’t play coy with me, Fly. Now isn’t the time for your bullshit. I know you. This is your chance for self-preservation. TAKE IT. You took over the Ridder Organization, and then left it last year to focus on wrestling. Did Steve Orbit restart that organization over the last six months? Is he responsible for all of this?
Fly looks defensive. Like a boxer on the ropes. He’s looking down, avoiding making eye contact with Agent Hutchins.
Fly: I…don’t know.
Hutchins stands up and slams his hands on the table.
Hutchins: YES you do. You know everything. TELL ME.
Silence. Hutchins stares at Fly. Fly stares at the ground. As he stares, he thinks. He’s in the position he wants to be in. He has the power and with it he does what he always does, saves himself. With Agent Hutchins falling for the act, Fly puts it over the top. He speaks…with a distressed tone and a stammer in his voice. He tells the agent what he wants to hear.
Fly: Adolpho Carrion was a friend. He was going to teach me the ways of politics. He was going to give me a chance to do what I’ve always tried to do, make my city a better place. Agent Williams, I know it might be seem crazy, but I loved her. We had a special bond. Tom Salemone was another friend, my closest confidant. We had big plans. No more drugs, guns, or girls. We wanted to start our own place. A legitimate place. Steve Orbit…he…
Fly pauses again, just to look up and make eye contact with Agent Hutchins.
Fly: …he took all of them away from me.
Hutchins eyes are glazed over. He’s in disbelief. Fly wipes a tear from his eyes and looks back at the ground.
Fly: Sometimes, I struggle with right and wrong. That’s something I am guilty of, sure. I thought Orbit was going to help Tom and I reach new heights in our business deals. He saw my ambitions with Carrion, and he ended it. He saw my infatuation with Agent Williams, and like some sort of jilted lover he took her away from me. Tom…he tried to tell me to stay away from Orbit. He tried to tell me I was going down the wrong road again. It cost him his life.
Agent Hutchins still stands silently. He puts his hands over his eyes and rubs them with his palms. He’s in complete disbelief.
Hutchins: Fly…it pains me to say this.
Fly looks up.
Hutchins: All charges from the incident earlier today, the shots you fired at my agents, will be waived in return for your testimony against Steve Orbit. If you agree to do that, you will be free to go.
Fly considers the offer, albeit very briefly.
Fly: This is one time where I do know what the right thing to do is. You have a deal. Thank you Agent Hutchins.
Hutchins doesn’t return the thanks. Instead, he turns and quickly walks out of the room on the way to find Steve Orbit.
Our next scene begins in present day. Jonny Fly is casually strolling around the kitchen of his New York City mansion. He opens up a cupboard and reaches into a box and pulls out a bag of hot fries. Fly opens the bag and pours all of the hot fries down his throat.
Fly: Fuckin’ delicious.
Fly walks over to the trash can and tosses the bag away. He turns and walks to his refrigerator and grabs a beer out of it. As he pops open the can, the doorbell rings. Fly looks at his watch and smiles. He makes way through the kitchen to a short hallway that opens into the foyer of his house. Fly walks to the front door and opens it, revealing Bryan “Buzz” Worthy.
Fly: Buzz! Welcome to my humble abode. Come on in.
Fly motions for Worthy to step inside, and the host of WCF’s weekly recap show obliges. Worthy and a cameraman step into the foyer and follow Fly back down the hallway into his living room.
Fly: Take a seat wherever you’d like.
Buzz: Thank you.
“Buzz” Worthy takes a spot on the couch as the cameraman sets up behind him with the camera lens focused on a love seat positioned to the right of the couch.
Fly: Can I offer either of you a beer?
Buzz: I think we’re good. Thank you though.
Fly: Oh, nonsense.
Fly quickly walks past the couch and back into his kitchen. He reaches the refrigerator and grabs two more beers. Back in the living room, Fly hands one to the cameraman and “Buzz.” Fly finally takes his seat and raises his beer in the direction of “Buzz” Worthy.
Fly: This is to the memory of “What’s The Buzz.” I miss that show.
Buzz: I didn’t think you would remember that. I don’t think most people remember I used to wrestle in WCF.
Fly: That’s because the people in WCF are idiots. Unfortunately, our company is full of dime-a-dozen wrestlers who all think they’re fuckin’ special for whateverthefuck dumb reason. There are but a few wrestlers who ever really make an impression on me. I can’t remember 70% of the wrestlers I’ve beaten; much less those who have come and gone who haven’t had the pleasure of being turned into Flyjobbers. You, Buzz, made an impression. I’m glad the powers that be saw fit to bring you back in your new capacity.
Buzz: Well again, thank you. To business, you requested this interview with me and I’m happy to be here. However, I want you to know that I take this job seriously. I’m going to ask the tough questions, the questions that people want to know.
Fly: Good. I’m an open book. Ask away.
With that, Bryan “Buzz” Worthy turns to his cameraman and motions for him to begin rolling. The interview officially begins. Buzz is still looking at the cameraman to give his introduction to the audience.
Buzz: Hello WCF fans, I’m Bryan “Buzz” Worthy with an exclusive interview with WCF World Champion Jonny Fly from his home in New York City.
The camera pans backward to show Fly sitting across from Buzz. Worthy turns toward Fly to begin his line of questioning.
Buzz: Jonny, thank you for having us here. Let’s go ahead and get right into it. You’ve had four reigns as WCF World Champion. Which one are you proudest of and why?
Fly nods his head and responds.
Fly: I’m proud of being only the third wrestler in WCF history to achieve four separate World Title reigns, but I’m not particularly proud of the individual reigns. My first one was stopped short because of XIII. My second one was stopped short in a three-way match against Oblivion and FPV, a match in which I wasn’t even pinned. My third was stopped short after Seth Lerch had me arrested at War. All three previous reigns were stopped too short. That’s one of the things that motivate me today as World Champion. I don’t want to make those same mistakes, I don’t want to slip up in matches against guys like Price and FPV who I should ALWAYS beat.
Buzz: Is it safe to say then that you’re not proud of any of them?
Fly waits for a moment to answer, thinking about the question.
Fly: I was proud of my third reign the most, that’s what I would say. One month after that loss to FPV, I went into Ultimate Showdown and won the title back the hard way. The two hardest matches in this company to win are War and Ultimate Showdown, and I’ve managed to win them both. That’s what I’m most proud of in regards to my World Title reigns. Winning the title hasn’t come easy. I beat a Hall of Famer for my first, destroyed Jay Price and fended off Sarah Twilight at the same time to win my second, and then won Ultimate Showdown and War for my third and fourth. That’s a tough road to four titles. I don’t think anyone can deny that.
Buzz: Biggest regret as champ?
Fly: Being arrested at War last year. That should have never happened. If not for that, I might have been able to manage a six month title reign.
Buzz: You said recently that Steven Orbit is the best wrestler you’ve ever seen, and that you could not wait to face him at One for the World Title. Why then, did you turn on him during your tag team title match at Slam Sunday?
Fly: Let me go ahead and clear the air on the first part of that question. Steve Orbit is NOT the best wrestler I’ve ever seen. Sometimes in this business you say things to get a certain reaction. I wanted Orbit to think everything was good between the two of us. If I was out there saying that I thought Cairo, for example, was the best wrestler I’ve ever seen then wouldn’t that offend him? The partnership between Steve Orbit and I was a charade. I’ve never liked Steve Orbit. You can go back to when I tried to fire him earlier this year. I just understand the value of the phrase, ‘keep you friends close and keep your enemies closer.’
Buzz: What was your reaction to the Fly/Orbit fight being cancelled because of Steve Orbit's arrest by the FBI on racketeering charges, and how do you feel about Sarah Twilight’s announcement that the World Championship will not be defended against Kevin and George at WCF’s signature event?
Fly smiles as the question is posed. There’s already a noticeable uptick in the level of questions from “Buzz” Worthy.
Fly: I was as surprised as anyone else at what happened to Orbit on Slam. Not a good night for him at all. I’ve been where he’s at. As we talked about earlier, I was arrested on the cusp of a World Title match. I’m just glad it’s not me in his shoes.
Fly smiles mischievously at the last comment.
Fly: I suppose Sarah had to do what she had to do. The people were expecting Jonny Fly versus Steve Orbit, and while Orbit has sabotaged his own chances of being in that match, she still wanted to make sure the fans weren’t deprived of seeing the greatest wrestler in the world in action at WCF’s premier show. Kevin and George are a joke. A fuckin’ side show. However, it’s a well-deserved ‘fuck you’ from Twilight to the rest of the roster by not inserting anyone else into this match and giving them this chance. I can’t say that doesn’t make me laugh a little on the inside.
Buzz: In your opinion, how should Miss Twilight decide the Number One Contender for the World Title?
Fly: In the future? I think there are a couple of things she needs to take into consideration when making decisions like that. First off, the wrestler should be someone who I haven’t beaten over and over again. I need fresh competition, not some retreads trying to avenge their mediocrity. That shit is boring. Not just to me, but to the fans. The wrestler also needs to be someone who will be able to hang in a pay-per-view main event. A lot of people like to think they’re able to do that, but I’ve wrestled in 11 pay-per-view main events over the last two year, and the large majority of the time I was facing some scrub who was wetting his fuckin’ tights before the bell even rang. I want talented and fresh competition.
Buzz: It sounds like the person you’re describing could be Steve Orbit.
Fly leans back in his chair.
Fly: No. I’ve wrestled Orbit in more than singles matches. I’ve won tag matches, Ultimate Showdown, War…all sorts of matches he’s been involved in with me. In fact, the only match Orbit has ever come out on top is our match at Explosion. I consider it a fluke. Orbit versus Fly goes back a lot further than one match. Along with who came out on top in the majority of those matches, that’s what people should remember. Jonny Fly versus Steve Orbit is played out. Been there, won that. There’s really no need to go down that road again.
Buzz nods his head slightly, being professional even if he did disagree with Fly’s statements. He moves on to the next question.
Buzz: When you were in charge of the Wrestling Championship Federation, what would you have done to a title holder that lost his or her belt in a game of dice, like you did to Steven Orbit?
Fly: Most of my time as owner was spent with Eric Price as World Champion. If that champion had been someone like me, I wouldn’t have had a problem with it.
Buzz: You wouldn’t have cared that your World Champion treated your company’s prize possession like a poker chip?
Fly: I would have just made a match for him to get the title back. With Eric Price it may have been a problem, but not if the champion was someone like me. After all, you know the saying; Jonny Fly always wins in the end. I’d be afraid Eric Price would fuck it up, though. Price is as likely to lose to some midcarder as he is to beat a main event talent. You never know what to expect from him week to week. I’m fairly certain the only two people in this company that he won’t sleepwalk through a match with are Twilight and I. That means all the other times we have to watch him get on television, be a fuckin’ baby, and then embarrass the name of all former World Champions. I treated Price with a lot of respect when I was the owner, more than I probably should have. After our match last January, I could have pulled the rug out from under him. I earned that right by beating him. I didn’t take that road. Considering how Twilight and Price’s own self-fulfilling ownership runs have gone since then, I don’t think my ownership and the decisions I made – or would have in this case - should ever be questioned.
Buzz: Can you tell us anything about your business arrangements with Steven Orbit, specifically relating to his attempt to open a nightclub in New York? Do you know if the city’s mayor, Bobby Cairo, had any involvement in his expansion plan?
Fly: First off, Cairo dislikes Orbit. I’m cordial with Cairo and have been since the Pantheon days. I respect him as a wrestler and as a businessman, but…
Buzz: Do you mean politician?
Fly: Right, not businessman, politician. Anyway, I can tell you that Cairo hasn’t had anything to do with what Orbit and I were working on in New York. He’s got his own thing going on and so do I. My business dealings with Orbit just happened out of convenience. We see each other every week; we both have experience running clubs, him with Club Violet, and me with the Jonny Fly’s International House of Skanks chain. I recommended the New York market to him for expansion and helped him put his plan into motion and things grew from there. Just because I don’t respect him as a wrestler doesn’t mean I’m not willing to do a little joint-venture on the side for some extra cash.
Buzz: How do you respond to the accusations that everything: the alliance with Steve Orbit, his World title shot, the formation of the Dream Team, and your match with The Thickness for the tag belts, was a ruse? That all you really wanted to do was lull him into a false sense of security so that it would be easier to make him the scapegoat for your own extralegal business doings? And that Mayor Cairo, Odin Balfore, and Sarah Twilight conspired with you in order to remove Orbit from the WCF?
Fly: Christ, Buzz. That’s some farfetched stuff. I’m not even sure I’ve heard these ‘accusations’ you’re speaking about. The formation of The Dream Team, yeah, that was kind of a ruse. Aligning with Orbit was never going to be a long-term thing. The rest of those items are so wildly inaccurate that I’m not even going to comment on it.
Buzz: Fair enough. Given what happened in the past with former WCF owner Seth Lerch, can you understand why people might believe you are capable of framing an individual you called a friend?
Fly: Again, I don’t know where you’re getting this stuff from Buzz. I defended Seth in court when he was charged with those crimes. Also, don’t forget my heroic piloting of the helicopter that rescued Seth and the group of WCF wrestlers that broke him out of prison.
Fly flashes his trademark smirk.
Buzz: I think it’s fairly well known around the WCF that while you did defend Seth Lerch in court, you bought out the offices of the firm he was being represented by to land a spot on his counsel. Furthermore, your techniques in court are public record and were questionable, to say the least.
Fly: Then why did I help rescue him?
Instead of getting into it further, “Buzz” Worthy redirects.
Buzz: So, what you want everyone to know out of this is that in no way did you frame Steve Orbit or are responsible for what has happened to him?
Fly: That’s correct. Look, people need to understand that I’ve come to know Orbit well over the last few months. He’s not a good person. That’s one of the reasons I turned on him. The charges against him may surprise the fans at home who’ve always loved him, but they don’t surprise me. I don’t want to be lumped in with the things he’s done. I’ve worked hard over the last year to clean up my image. I’m sitting right here and telling everyone the honest to god truth…I have nothing to do with what happened to Steve Orbit.
Buzz: Okay. Well if Steven Orbit was in this room right now, what would you say to him?
Fly: I would ask him how he broke out of prison. Just in case I ever have to do time, that information could be beneficial, you know?
Fly smiles and laughs.
Fly: Seriously though, if I was still scheduled to face Orbit at One I would tell him that this is my moment. I worked hard to position myself to be in this match. It’s the biggest match of the year. This is where I’m at my best. Orbit versus Fly would be a match talked about for years, and I’ll be damned if they were to talk about it with Steve Orbit as the victor. I would also tell Orbit that I know he’s different than the rest of the guys out there. I know he’s skilled. He knows I’m skilled. The match would come down to who’s willing to go the furthest, who won’t quit, who will take it to that next level. When it comes to matches like that, my track record is flawless. Orbit’s is a mixed bag. I know that if this match were to take place, I could break Steve Orbit. I could…and most certainly would…win.
Buzz nods his head and looks back toward the camera.
Buzz: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen, straight from his own mouth. This has been Bryan “Buzz” Worthy asking the questions you want to know. Thank you for watching!
The camera is cut and the scene comes to a close with Fly and Worthy shaking hands.
Interview questions conceived by Bryan “Buzz” Worthy.
It’s 8:09 PM and our scene has opened up on Henry Street in Manhattan. It’s not even an hour after the last time we saw Jonny Fly, in his home office deciding on what to do about his situation with the FBI. A light snow is falling and just barely covers the street. Fly walks alone with only the street lights to guide him. The only thing we can hear is the sound of snow crushing underneath Fly’s dress shoes as he walks down the street. His breath creates a cloud in the air with each exhale that evaporates into his overcoat as he walks forward.
Our scene pans out slightly and we begin to notice an odd setting. It’s not particularly late in the night, and we’re not particularly far out of the city. However, the streets are empty. The fallen snow shows no signs of tracks from other pedestrians. It’s as if this part of the city is completely empty. Noticing the same thing, Fly stops and looks around. There are no lights on in the surrounding buildings. The windows of the cars around him are nothing but white blankets, indicating these cars haven’t been moved all evening. No tire tracks on the road. No life of any sort distinguishable in the surrounding area.
Fly turns around and looks behind him. He sees only the tracks of his feet, the light from the streets, and the snow sprinkling down around him. The instinct of a man who has spent his last 18 years on these very streets takes over. Fly realizes that something is off. He speaks to himself.
Fly: This city never sleeps. Never.
Fly’s right hand leaves his pocket and reaches under his coat. Fly pulls out a military-grade 9mm pistol. He quickly checks its 13 round magazine and verifies that it’s full. With the pistol in hand, Fly turns back around.
He squints into the distance, hearing faint sounds, but unable to identify anything in sight due to the falling snow and the blustery and cold nighttime conditions. Fly looks around at his direct surroundings. There are two parked cars to his left parked adjacent to a three story building. To his right is a metal garbage container cornered against an even taller building. With his immediate surroundings identified, Fly stands motionless in the middle of the street, pistol at his side. He makes no movement or sound of any type, only listening and perhaps…waiting. Finally, a sound arouses his attention. From the top of the building on the right footsteps are heard moving toward him. Fly half-turns in that direction and raises his pistol. He’s sees flashes of black running on the roof in the distance in his direction. He notices that they’re carrying automatic rifles.
Fly: Fuck.
Fly quickly sends two shots into the brick façade of the building to his right. The shots penetrate the building just a foot underneath where the men are seen, stopping their momentum toward Fly and forcing them to take cover. Fly quickly runs to the right and takes cover next to the trash container, cutting off the point of sight from the men on the roof. More sounds are heard. Fly peeks his head out from beside the trash container and looks down the street. Several black SUV’s are now making their way toward him. We also see uniformed officers on the street running in his direction against the walls of the buildings on the left and right. Fly sends a shot in the direction of the men running against the same building he’s taking cover next to, sending them scrambling behind cars. He looks across the street and sees the officers on the left taking cover just a few yards up the street, not willing to move forward and be in the line of fire from Fly’s position.
Trapped, Fly takes a deep breath. As the moisture from his breath hits the air and then disintegrates, Fly begins to gauge his surroundings once again. There are no doors or windows that are easy to access anywhere close to him. He has men on the roof above him, and on both sides of the street. If he were to move back even two steps from his position against the trash container, he would be in the line of sight from officers on the street across from him. If he took two steps inward toward the street, he would be in the line of sight of officers on the roof and on the right side of the street. It’s a dire situation.
Fly checks his pockets. He has one extra clip, his cellphone, a pocket knife, and a box of matches. He takes the phone in hand and looks at the screen…seeing nothing. He tries to turn it on, and again, nothing. Remarkably, he smiles.
Fly: Of course they cut off my phone. Fuckers.
Fly flips the phone over his head and listens as it lands into the trash container. Hearing noise again, Fly quickly pokes his head out from the side of the container and sees men moving on the roof to his left, trying to gain high position and a sight line on him the buildings across from him. Fly quickly fires over three shots in an attempt to stop them and then tucks back into his corner. He pops the magazine out of his pistol and counts his shots. Six left. 19 total.
Fly: Not enough.
Dejectedly, Fly puts the magazine back in and sets his gun on the ground. He takes off his jacket and sets it on the ground next to him. He gathers the box of matches and lights one, setting his jacket ablaze. He tosses the jacket into the trashcan behind him as an igniter to the trash already inside. His goal is to burn his phone, destroying any evidence held on it, as well as to create a cloud of cover from anyone trying to gain a line of sight on him. With the fire now burning, Fly slides a few steps backward and fires another two shots across the street to force those officers back even further. As they reposition, Fly takes off his shoes and tosses them into the fire as well. He looks like he’s preparing to make a run for it when a voice rings out on a megaphone.
Hutchins: Jonny Fly. It’s Agent Hutchins with the FBI. We have your position surrounded. My men have instructions to kill on sight. You have 30 seconds to come out.
Fly looks around the container again and sees four black SUV’s parked in the middle of the road. Agents have taken cover behind car doors and have their guns fixed on Fly’s direction. Standing in front is Hutchins with the megaphone in hand. Fly tucks back behind the trash container and considers his next step. If he runs for it, he’ll be in the direction of fire from the agents in the middle of the road, and the officers on the left of the road on the roofs and at street level. There’s a door about twenty yards away on his side of the road that he might be able to reach, if he can avoid the bullets. If he puts in his new clip he’d have 13 bullets to use to try to provide him some cover. Of course, there’s no way of knowing whether or not that door is even open. If it’s not, he’s a sitting duck. Discouraged with that prospect, Fly lays down his gun. He says something under his breath that’s just barely distinguishable to us.
Fly: Life is all about choices and opportunity. Success is all about turning your choices into opportunity.
With that, Jonny Fly gives up.
He stands to his feet and raises his hands in the air. Fly takes ten steps forward into the street and then turns to face the agents parked up the road. He sticks his hands behind his head and gets down on his knees…smiling…
...surrendering.
Our next scene begins three hours later. We’re now in Federal Plaza at the FBI’s New York City headquarters. Upstairs, two FBI agents are staring through a two-way mirror at WCF World Champion Jonny Fly. Fly is sitting alone at a table in an interrogation room. He’s leaning back in his chair looking ever-so casual despite the predicament that he’s in. The two agents have a short discussion.
Agent #1: He's been here for three hours. Do you think he’s going to talk?
Agent #2: You never know with these types of people. This is a game to him. I’m betting on Hutchins, though. He always gets them to talk.
As the previous comment is made, the door in the interrogation room swings open. Our camera scans forward through the mirror and into the interrogation room as Fly directs his attention to the door. Entering the room is Agent Hutchins, seen in several previous scenes and the FBI’s Eastern Region Director. He’s the man who spearheaded the bureau’s investigation and ultimate capture of Jonny Fly. Hutchins is wearing a black suit with a red tie, has his hair slicked back, and is holding a manila folder. He approaches the table and takes a seat across from Fly. Setting the folder on the table, Hutchins crosses his arms and stares at Fly. Fly looks on, almost amused.
Hutchins: I almost expected better from you, Fly.
Fly smirks. He leans forward in his chair.
Fly: Is that right?
Hutchins: Yes. After we spoke just over a month ago I figured you’d be more prepared for me. I figured you’d make me work for this collar. Truthfully, I thought it would take me months to get you in that chair. Instead, here you are. Five weeks and Jonny Fly is in custody. Perhaps a crowning moment in my career, don’t you think?
Fly: I wouldn’t say that.
Hutchins nods his head.
Hutchins: You’re right. When you do what I do, it’s not about individual accomplishments. It’s about right and wrong. It’s about justice. Having you off the streets is a win for this entire city. Perhaps I should take a page out of your book and hold a celebration with the people of New York. Let them all know who you really are, what you’ve done, and most importantly…where you’re going…which is behind bars, for the rest of your life.
Fly wipes his nose and scoffs at the sentiment.
Fly: I don’t know if you’re telling me all of this because you’re looking for my insight, but usually when I hold a victory party, I at least know that I’ve either won or am going to win.
Fly smirks again. Agent Hutchins sits back in his chair and considers the comment.
Hutchins: You’re really naïve enough to think you’re getting out of this, don’t you? I’d offer you a psych evaluation, but the truth is I don’t care whether or not you’re crazy. I’m going to burry you. I’m not even in here to ask you to confess to anything. Say something, say nothing; it’s of no difference to me. I have everything I need to put you away.
Fly: Except of course, the truth.
Hutchins: Not a chance, Fly. Not this time.
Fly: I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m a victim of circumstance, it would seem. Perhaps you’re jaded by a negative perception of me from my previous dealings with your people?
Fly flashes a giant smile as he finishes the previous statement.
Fly: It’s really not professional to hold these grudges.
Hutchins: I tell you what I’m going to do, Jonny. I’m going to leave. I’m going to go home and get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up, have some breakfast, take my time driving into work, maybe catch up on some emails when I do get here. Then I’ll come see how you’re doing. Do you know where you’ll be during all of that? Right here. In that exact seat. Let’s go ahead and schedule our next chat in about…
Hutchins looks at his watch.
Hutchins: Twelve hours.
Fly: Yeah, that doesn’t really work for me. I have a show in a couple of days and I need to get ready for it.
Hutchins: You’re not going to make that show, or any show in the future for that matter. Your wrestling career is finished.
Fly shakes his head ‘no.’
Fly: Agent Hutchins, I actually think you’re a good man. I think you’re a little bias, but still a good man. I know what you think of me, and really, I don’t even blame you. I will only say this once, and you know I’m a man of my word, if you leave me in this room for the next 12 hours…then we’re finished. You have 24 hours to formally charge me, and that clock started three hours ago. Twelve hours from now would be fifteen hours. I’ll wait the last nine just to get the opportunity to have you charge me so I can embarrass you in court.
Hutchins: Always with the arrogance, Jonny.
Fly: No. You’re wrong about that. I’m trying to do right by you. I have irrefutable proof that I’m innocent. Things may have been different in the past, but I’m not your guy this time.
Agent Hutchins stands up and walks over to the mirror. He stares into it for a few seconds before turning back toward Fly.
Hutchins: I don’t believe you.
Fly nods his head solemnly.
Fly: Imagine this, though. Imagine you go down this road with me and I’m right. I’m a public figure, Agent Hutchins. This will be a big news story. Imagine being the guy who made that mistake. Imagine the coverage the FBI will get for conducting this sort of witch hunt. What is the public going to think when they learn you put 100 agents onto the investigation of one innocent man? Hell, what are your superiors going to say? That’d be quite the embarrassment.
Hutchins scoffs and takes his seat once again.
Hutchins: I know you well enough to have expected this. This is your textbook move. Misdirection and deceit. Now I’m just supposed to eat it up? I don’t think so.
Fly: That’s true enough. Just not this time. I’m innocent.
Hutchins: No, you’re not. I’ll see you in twelve hours, Fly.
Agent Hutchins gets back to his feet and begins moving toward the door. Just as he’s about to reach for the handle the door is opened from the other side. Agent Hutchins takes a step backward as another agent enters the room.
Agent: Mr. Hutchins, I have someone you might want to talk to.
Hutchins nods and follows the agent out of the room. The two men walk next door and enter the viewing room where the two agents were seen talking earlier. Those same agents are now speaking with Michael Simpson, an FBI intelligence analyst that’s been working on Fly’s case…and who we’ve seen previously is actually Fly’s inside man in the bureau.
Hutchins: Mr. Simpson, what are you doing here?
Simpson: Agent Hutchins, I think you might have the wrong guy.
Hutchins cocks his head and moves in closer.
Hutchins: You THINK I might, or you know?
Simpson: I didn’t come forward with this information earlier because I was working a bit out of my scope. I was in the alley when Tom Salemone was killed. It wasn’t Fly who killed him.
Agent Hutchins eyes grow wide. He immediately turns around and runs his hand through his hair, pausing. He thinks of what to do next. Slowly, he turns back to face Simpson and the group of agents in the room.
Hutchins: Okay. Tell me what you saw. Start from the beginning.
Simpson: After our meeting that day, I went and reached out to Tom. I wanted to talk to him directly. I wanted to see if he was willing to come in.
Hutchins: Did you take any other agents with you?
Simpson: No. Again, I know I was operating out of my scope but I thought I could end this. I didn’t want the other agents to spook him. We scheduled to meet in an alleyway. Just as I was walking toward him, barely able to see him in this distance, he was shot. The shot came from a rooftop just off the alley. I was able to see the shooter, but it was dark. However, I’m 100% sure that this individual was African-American. I can’t tell you anything else about him, but I was able to get some footage with the camera on my phone.
Hutchins: Let me see it.
Simpson pulls out his phone and clicks to the video. The agents in the room hover around the phone as he begins to play it. We see the outline of the body of Tom Salemone on the street just a few yards ahead of us. The video then turns toward the rooftop where a man is holding a rifle and looking down at the street. We too can tell that this individual is black and he also appears to be wearing a purple velvet-looking overcoat.
Hutchins: Oh shit. I know who that is.
Simpson: You do?
Hutchins doesn’t say another word. He quickly leaves the viewing room. Seconds later, we see him reentering the interrogation room. Michael Simpson smiles, and once again our scene resumes inside the interrogation room. Agent Hutchins has just retaken his seat across from Jonny Fly.
Fly: You’re eleven hours and fifty minutes early.
Hutchins: Lucky you, I suppose. Tell me everything you know about Steve Orbit.
The comment causes Fly to lean back in his chair. He pauses for a moment, thinking of a response.
Fly: You know what, I’ve thought about it, and I’ve decided that I do want a lawyer.
Hutchins: This is a one-time offer, Jonny. Tell me everything you know about Steve Orbit and I’ll consider letting you walk out of here a free man.
Fly: You’re infringing upon my rights, Agent Hutchins. While I’m a perfectly capable lawyer, as the bureau knows from last year, this line of questioning is going down a road I’m not prepared to talk about.
Hutchins squints his eyes, trying to read Fly. Trying to decipher anything he can from him.
Hutchins: Tell me what I want to know and this can all go away. Is Steve Orbit the mastermind behind all of this? Is he the mastermind behind the murders of Adolpho Carrion Jr., Agent Williams, and Tom Salemone? Has he been the driving force behind the business deals in New York City? Does he RUN the Ridder Organization?
Fly’s eyes grow cold. He responds to only one of the questions.
Fly: The Ridder Organization is dead.
Hutchins: Don’t play coy with me, Fly. Now isn’t the time for your bullshit. I know you. This is your chance for self-preservation. TAKE IT. You took over the Ridder Organization, and then left it last year to focus on wrestling. Did Steve Orbit restart that organization over the last six months? Is he responsible for all of this?
Fly looks defensive. Like a boxer on the ropes. He’s looking down, avoiding making eye contact with Agent Hutchins.
Fly: I…don’t know.
Hutchins stands up and slams his hands on the table.
Hutchins: YES you do. You know everything. TELL ME.
Silence. Hutchins stares at Fly. Fly stares at the ground. As he stares, he thinks. He’s in the position he wants to be in. He has the power and with it he does what he always does, saves himself. With Agent Hutchins falling for the act, Fly puts it over the top. He speaks…with a distressed tone and a stammer in his voice. He tells the agent what he wants to hear.
Fly: Adolpho Carrion was a friend. He was going to teach me the ways of politics. He was going to give me a chance to do what I’ve always tried to do, make my city a better place. Agent Williams, I know it might be seem crazy, but I loved her. We had a special bond. Tom Salemone was another friend, my closest confidant. We had big plans. No more drugs, guns, or girls. We wanted to start our own place. A legitimate place. Steve Orbit…he…
Fly pauses again, just to look up and make eye contact with Agent Hutchins.
Fly: …he took all of them away from me.
Hutchins eyes are glazed over. He’s in disbelief. Fly wipes a tear from his eyes and looks back at the ground.
Fly: Sometimes, I struggle with right and wrong. That’s something I am guilty of, sure. I thought Orbit was going to help Tom and I reach new heights in our business deals. He saw my ambitions with Carrion, and he ended it. He saw my infatuation with Agent Williams, and like some sort of jilted lover he took her away from me. Tom…he tried to tell me to stay away from Orbit. He tried to tell me I was going down the wrong road again. It cost him his life.
Agent Hutchins still stands silently. He puts his hands over his eyes and rubs them with his palms. He’s in complete disbelief.
Hutchins: Fly…it pains me to say this.
Fly looks up.
Hutchins: All charges from the incident earlier today, the shots you fired at my agents, will be waived in return for your testimony against Steve Orbit. If you agree to do that, you will be free to go.
Fly considers the offer, albeit very briefly.
Fly: This is one time where I do know what the right thing to do is. You have a deal. Thank you Agent Hutchins.
Hutchins doesn’t return the thanks. Instead, he turns and quickly walks out of the room on the way to find Steve Orbit.
Our next scene begins in present day. Jonny Fly is casually strolling around the kitchen of his New York City mansion. He opens up a cupboard and reaches into a box and pulls out a bag of hot fries. Fly opens the bag and pours all of the hot fries down his throat.
Fly: Fuckin’ delicious.
Fly walks over to the trash can and tosses the bag away. He turns and walks to his refrigerator and grabs a beer out of it. As he pops open the can, the doorbell rings. Fly looks at his watch and smiles. He makes way through the kitchen to a short hallway that opens into the foyer of his house. Fly walks to the front door and opens it, revealing Bryan “Buzz” Worthy.
Fly: Buzz! Welcome to my humble abode. Come on in.
Fly motions for Worthy to step inside, and the host of WCF’s weekly recap show obliges. Worthy and a cameraman step into the foyer and follow Fly back down the hallway into his living room.
Fly: Take a seat wherever you’d like.
Buzz: Thank you.
“Buzz” Worthy takes a spot on the couch as the cameraman sets up behind him with the camera lens focused on a love seat positioned to the right of the couch.
Fly: Can I offer either of you a beer?
Buzz: I think we’re good. Thank you though.
Fly: Oh, nonsense.
Fly quickly walks past the couch and back into his kitchen. He reaches the refrigerator and grabs two more beers. Back in the living room, Fly hands one to the cameraman and “Buzz.” Fly finally takes his seat and raises his beer in the direction of “Buzz” Worthy.
Fly: This is to the memory of “What’s The Buzz.” I miss that show.
Buzz: I didn’t think you would remember that. I don’t think most people remember I used to wrestle in WCF.
Fly: That’s because the people in WCF are idiots. Unfortunately, our company is full of dime-a-dozen wrestlers who all think they’re fuckin’ special for whateverthefuck dumb reason. There are but a few wrestlers who ever really make an impression on me. I can’t remember 70% of the wrestlers I’ve beaten; much less those who have come and gone who haven’t had the pleasure of being turned into Flyjobbers. You, Buzz, made an impression. I’m glad the powers that be saw fit to bring you back in your new capacity.
Buzz: Well again, thank you. To business, you requested this interview with me and I’m happy to be here. However, I want you to know that I take this job seriously. I’m going to ask the tough questions, the questions that people want to know.
Fly: Good. I’m an open book. Ask away.
With that, Bryan “Buzz” Worthy turns to his cameraman and motions for him to begin rolling. The interview officially begins. Buzz is still looking at the cameraman to give his introduction to the audience.
Buzz: Hello WCF fans, I’m Bryan “Buzz” Worthy with an exclusive interview with WCF World Champion Jonny Fly from his home in New York City.
The camera pans backward to show Fly sitting across from Buzz. Worthy turns toward Fly to begin his line of questioning.
Buzz: Jonny, thank you for having us here. Let’s go ahead and get right into it. You’ve had four reigns as WCF World Champion. Which one are you proudest of and why?
Fly nods his head and responds.
Fly: I’m proud of being only the third wrestler in WCF history to achieve four separate World Title reigns, but I’m not particularly proud of the individual reigns. My first one was stopped short because of XIII. My second one was stopped short in a three-way match against Oblivion and FPV, a match in which I wasn’t even pinned. My third was stopped short after Seth Lerch had me arrested at War. All three previous reigns were stopped too short. That’s one of the things that motivate me today as World Champion. I don’t want to make those same mistakes, I don’t want to slip up in matches against guys like Price and FPV who I should ALWAYS beat.
Buzz: Is it safe to say then that you’re not proud of any of them?
Fly waits for a moment to answer, thinking about the question.
Fly: I was proud of my third reign the most, that’s what I would say. One month after that loss to FPV, I went into Ultimate Showdown and won the title back the hard way. The two hardest matches in this company to win are War and Ultimate Showdown, and I’ve managed to win them both. That’s what I’m most proud of in regards to my World Title reigns. Winning the title hasn’t come easy. I beat a Hall of Famer for my first, destroyed Jay Price and fended off Sarah Twilight at the same time to win my second, and then won Ultimate Showdown and War for my third and fourth. That’s a tough road to four titles. I don’t think anyone can deny that.
Buzz: Biggest regret as champ?
Fly: Being arrested at War last year. That should have never happened. If not for that, I might have been able to manage a six month title reign.
Buzz: You said recently that Steven Orbit is the best wrestler you’ve ever seen, and that you could not wait to face him at One for the World Title. Why then, did you turn on him during your tag team title match at Slam Sunday?
Fly: Let me go ahead and clear the air on the first part of that question. Steve Orbit is NOT the best wrestler I’ve ever seen. Sometimes in this business you say things to get a certain reaction. I wanted Orbit to think everything was good between the two of us. If I was out there saying that I thought Cairo, for example, was the best wrestler I’ve ever seen then wouldn’t that offend him? The partnership between Steve Orbit and I was a charade. I’ve never liked Steve Orbit. You can go back to when I tried to fire him earlier this year. I just understand the value of the phrase, ‘keep you friends close and keep your enemies closer.’
Buzz: What was your reaction to the Fly/Orbit fight being cancelled because of Steve Orbit's arrest by the FBI on racketeering charges, and how do you feel about Sarah Twilight’s announcement that the World Championship will not be defended against Kevin and George at WCF’s signature event?
Fly smiles as the question is posed. There’s already a noticeable uptick in the level of questions from “Buzz” Worthy.
Fly: I was as surprised as anyone else at what happened to Orbit on Slam. Not a good night for him at all. I’ve been where he’s at. As we talked about earlier, I was arrested on the cusp of a World Title match. I’m just glad it’s not me in his shoes.
Fly smiles mischievously at the last comment.
Fly: I suppose Sarah had to do what she had to do. The people were expecting Jonny Fly versus Steve Orbit, and while Orbit has sabotaged his own chances of being in that match, she still wanted to make sure the fans weren’t deprived of seeing the greatest wrestler in the world in action at WCF’s premier show. Kevin and George are a joke. A fuckin’ side show. However, it’s a well-deserved ‘fuck you’ from Twilight to the rest of the roster by not inserting anyone else into this match and giving them this chance. I can’t say that doesn’t make me laugh a little on the inside.
Buzz: In your opinion, how should Miss Twilight decide the Number One Contender for the World Title?
Fly: In the future? I think there are a couple of things she needs to take into consideration when making decisions like that. First off, the wrestler should be someone who I haven’t beaten over and over again. I need fresh competition, not some retreads trying to avenge their mediocrity. That shit is boring. Not just to me, but to the fans. The wrestler also needs to be someone who will be able to hang in a pay-per-view main event. A lot of people like to think they’re able to do that, but I’ve wrestled in 11 pay-per-view main events over the last two year, and the large majority of the time I was facing some scrub who was wetting his fuckin’ tights before the bell even rang. I want talented and fresh competition.
Buzz: It sounds like the person you’re describing could be Steve Orbit.
Fly leans back in his chair.
Fly: No. I’ve wrestled Orbit in more than singles matches. I’ve won tag matches, Ultimate Showdown, War…all sorts of matches he’s been involved in with me. In fact, the only match Orbit has ever come out on top is our match at Explosion. I consider it a fluke. Orbit versus Fly goes back a lot further than one match. Along with who came out on top in the majority of those matches, that’s what people should remember. Jonny Fly versus Steve Orbit is played out. Been there, won that. There’s really no need to go down that road again.
Buzz nods his head slightly, being professional even if he did disagree with Fly’s statements. He moves on to the next question.
Buzz: When you were in charge of the Wrestling Championship Federation, what would you have done to a title holder that lost his or her belt in a game of dice, like you did to Steven Orbit?
Fly: Most of my time as owner was spent with Eric Price as World Champion. If that champion had been someone like me, I wouldn’t have had a problem with it.
Buzz: You wouldn’t have cared that your World Champion treated your company’s prize possession like a poker chip?
Fly: I would have just made a match for him to get the title back. With Eric Price it may have been a problem, but not if the champion was someone like me. After all, you know the saying; Jonny Fly always wins in the end. I’d be afraid Eric Price would fuck it up, though. Price is as likely to lose to some midcarder as he is to beat a main event talent. You never know what to expect from him week to week. I’m fairly certain the only two people in this company that he won’t sleepwalk through a match with are Twilight and I. That means all the other times we have to watch him get on television, be a fuckin’ baby, and then embarrass the name of all former World Champions. I treated Price with a lot of respect when I was the owner, more than I probably should have. After our match last January, I could have pulled the rug out from under him. I earned that right by beating him. I didn’t take that road. Considering how Twilight and Price’s own self-fulfilling ownership runs have gone since then, I don’t think my ownership and the decisions I made – or would have in this case - should ever be questioned.
Buzz: Can you tell us anything about your business arrangements with Steven Orbit, specifically relating to his attempt to open a nightclub in New York? Do you know if the city’s mayor, Bobby Cairo, had any involvement in his expansion plan?
Fly: First off, Cairo dislikes Orbit. I’m cordial with Cairo and have been since the Pantheon days. I respect him as a wrestler and as a businessman, but…
Buzz: Do you mean politician?
Fly: Right, not businessman, politician. Anyway, I can tell you that Cairo hasn’t had anything to do with what Orbit and I were working on in New York. He’s got his own thing going on and so do I. My business dealings with Orbit just happened out of convenience. We see each other every week; we both have experience running clubs, him with Club Violet, and me with the Jonny Fly’s International House of Skanks chain. I recommended the New York market to him for expansion and helped him put his plan into motion and things grew from there. Just because I don’t respect him as a wrestler doesn’t mean I’m not willing to do a little joint-venture on the side for some extra cash.
Buzz: How do you respond to the accusations that everything: the alliance with Steve Orbit, his World title shot, the formation of the Dream Team, and your match with The Thickness for the tag belts, was a ruse? That all you really wanted to do was lull him into a false sense of security so that it would be easier to make him the scapegoat for your own extralegal business doings? And that Mayor Cairo, Odin Balfore, and Sarah Twilight conspired with you in order to remove Orbit from the WCF?
Fly: Christ, Buzz. That’s some farfetched stuff. I’m not even sure I’ve heard these ‘accusations’ you’re speaking about. The formation of The Dream Team, yeah, that was kind of a ruse. Aligning with Orbit was never going to be a long-term thing. The rest of those items are so wildly inaccurate that I’m not even going to comment on it.
Buzz: Fair enough. Given what happened in the past with former WCF owner Seth Lerch, can you understand why people might believe you are capable of framing an individual you called a friend?
Fly: Again, I don’t know where you’re getting this stuff from Buzz. I defended Seth in court when he was charged with those crimes. Also, don’t forget my heroic piloting of the helicopter that rescued Seth and the group of WCF wrestlers that broke him out of prison.
Fly flashes his trademark smirk.
Buzz: I think it’s fairly well known around the WCF that while you did defend Seth Lerch in court, you bought out the offices of the firm he was being represented by to land a spot on his counsel. Furthermore, your techniques in court are public record and were questionable, to say the least.
Fly: Then why did I help rescue him?
Instead of getting into it further, “Buzz” Worthy redirects.
Buzz: So, what you want everyone to know out of this is that in no way did you frame Steve Orbit or are responsible for what has happened to him?
Fly: That’s correct. Look, people need to understand that I’ve come to know Orbit well over the last few months. He’s not a good person. That’s one of the reasons I turned on him. The charges against him may surprise the fans at home who’ve always loved him, but they don’t surprise me. I don’t want to be lumped in with the things he’s done. I’ve worked hard over the last year to clean up my image. I’m sitting right here and telling everyone the honest to god truth…I have nothing to do with what happened to Steve Orbit.
Buzz: Okay. Well if Steven Orbit was in this room right now, what would you say to him?
Fly: I would ask him how he broke out of prison. Just in case I ever have to do time, that information could be beneficial, you know?
Fly smiles and laughs.
Fly: Seriously though, if I was still scheduled to face Orbit at One I would tell him that this is my moment. I worked hard to position myself to be in this match. It’s the biggest match of the year. This is where I’m at my best. Orbit versus Fly would be a match talked about for years, and I’ll be damned if they were to talk about it with Steve Orbit as the victor. I would also tell Orbit that I know he’s different than the rest of the guys out there. I know he’s skilled. He knows I’m skilled. The match would come down to who’s willing to go the furthest, who won’t quit, who will take it to that next level. When it comes to matches like that, my track record is flawless. Orbit’s is a mixed bag. I know that if this match were to take place, I could break Steve Orbit. I could…and most certainly would…win.
Buzz nods his head and looks back toward the camera.
Buzz: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen, straight from his own mouth. This has been Bryan “Buzz” Worthy asking the questions you want to know. Thank you for watching!
The camera is cut and the scene comes to a close with Fly and Worthy shaking hands.
Interview questions conceived by Bryan “Buzz” Worthy.
