A Fly in the Ointment: Episode One
Jan 5, 2014 10:55:26 GMT -5
Logan, Oblivion, and 2 more like this
Post by Jonny Fly on Jan 5, 2014 10:55:26 GMT -5
Our scene begins zoomed in on a door that reads “Dr. Stella Montgomery.” A hand reaches through the screen and pushes against the door, opening it. Our camera zooms out to see Jonny Fly entering the office of Dr. Stella Montgomery, a therapist known previously for working with Jeff Purse on his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Fly walks through the office’s waiting area and up to a receptionist sitting behind a window. The large lady in a blue pant suit looks up to see Fly staring at her from the other side of the glass.
Receptionist: Hello, sir.
Fly: Hi. My name is Jonny Fly. I’d like to have an appointment with Dr. Montgomery.
The receptionist looks down at her computer briefly.
Receptionist: I don’t see you listed. Did you not make an appointment, Mr. Fly?
Fly: Nope. I was just hoping you could get me in. It’s…sort of an emergency.
Receptionist: Oh…kay. I’m not sure the doctor has any availability until next week, unfortunately.
Fly smiles and nods his head.
Fly: Yeah, I’m sorry for the short notice. However, I think if you just speak with her and tell her that Jonny Fly is here, she might be able to squeeze me in. We’re old friends.
The receptionist looks confused, but shrugs her shoulders.
Receptionist: Yeah sure, I’ll ask her. If you’d like, feel free to take a seat in the waiting area.
Fly turns and looks over at the waiting area, which has four other individuals’ sittings waiting for an appointment with the doctor. It’s no coincidence that all four individuals are males. Dr. Stella Montgomery is what we call…a skank. Back in her days as Purse’s therapist she was known to have slept with nearly every member of the defunct Pantheon stable. Also, by slept with, I’m being kind. She basically raped Purse and Kid Phantasm since they were resistant to her advances. Knowing all of this, Fly smiles at the sight of the four men in the waiting room and joins them in a seat. Not more than ten seconds later, a shrill voice yells out.
Dr. Montgomery: JONNY FLY!
Fly looks up from his seat to see the doctor briskly walking toward him with her hands held out wide. She has long dark hair and is wearing a short beige mini skirt and a tight, low cut black shirt and an open black jacket with only the bottom button buttoned.
Dr. Montgomery: I’m so glad to see you!
Fly rises and the doctor embraces him with a little too amorous hug.
Dr. Montgomery: The receptionist said you were looking for an appointment, so I told her that I could…fit…you in immediately. Does that sound good?
Fly: Yeah, that sounds great. I need to talk to someone and really didn’t know who else to go to.
Dr. Montgomery: Yes. Right. Talk. Let’s talk. Follow me.
The doctor ushers Fly toward a hallway while she briefly walks over to the receptionist.
Dr. Montgomery: Please cancel all of my appointments for the next two hours.
Receptionist: What about the people that are here?
The doctor looks toward the waiting room and the wanting eyes of her four patients.
Dr. Montgomery: I’m sure they’ll wait.
With that, the doctor joins Fly in the hallway off of the waiting area. The two of them walk toward Dr. Montgomery’s office at the end of the hall. She opens the door and leads Fly inside. Her office is fairly large, with solid white walls, and a large couch in the center of the room. The doctor points Fly to the couch and as he walks toward it he notices several pictures of himself on the wall. Of course, Fly is the arrogant type and thinks everyone should have pictures of him on their walls, so he doesn’t think much of it. He takes a seat on the couch and Dr. Montgomery pulls over a chair from her desk and sits down in front of him.
Dr. Montgomery: So, you came here to talk, right? Should I get my clipboard and start a file to document this conversation for future meetings…or…did you actually have something else in mind for this visit?
As the therapist says the last couple of words, she moves her legs from a crossed position to open. If Fly was looking, he’d be able to answer whether or not Dr. Stella Montgomery decided to wear panties today. However, he’s not looking. This visit is serious.
Fly: No, Doc. I really need to talk to someone.
With a sigh, the doctor gets up from her seat and walks over to her desk. She grabs a notepad, clipboard, and pen before returning to her seat.
Dr. Montgomery: Alright, Jonny. Professional it is. Why have you decided to come to me today?
Fly: Regret. Well, at least some.
Dr. Montgomery: What do you regret?
Fly: I think a generalization is best to answer that. I regret basically everything I’ve ever done.
Dr. Montgomery: Oh? Everything…even…like…the people you’ve been with?
Fly: Yes.
Dr. Montgomery gulps noticeably, and begins writing on her pad. She remains quiet for a few moments.
Fly: Well, maybe not everyone.
The doctor looks up and smiles.
Dr. Montgomery: Well now, that’s good to hear. Would you care to elaborate?
Fly: Yeah. I’ve thought about this a lot over the last couple of days. When I was younger all I wanted to do was wrestle and be the best. It was a fairly simple life. I enjoyed what I did, and I worked hard at it. There’s never been anything purer in my life than the joy when I won my first wrestling title. I’m not even talking about the World Title; I’m just talking about a title in general. It meant that I was never going to have to go back to the streets. It showed me that I could be successful. I could win every single match for the rest of my life, and I would never find that type of happiness again. Nothing anymore is pure. I won that first title when I was 18, and two weeks later I came out and said that I should drop it because the belt was worthless and I’m better than it. It took me only two weeks to turn that euphoria into darkness. There’s something wrong with me. It’s like a defect. Nothing is ever enough. I hate everything and everyone. Forgive the pun here, but there’s always a fly in the ointment, so to speak.
The doctor nods her head as she continues to take notes. Eventually she looks up.
Dr. Montgomery: I actually thought you were going to elaborate on something else, but this is good. You’ve already opened up a lot.
Fly: It’s a vicious cycle. I get enjoyment from watching people run their mouth about how great they are, then beating them, and watching them tuck their tails. I get enjoyment from watching others suffer. Do I have any real sense of accomplishment in winning these matches? Unfortunately, the answer is no. I only enjoy the look in someone’s eyes as I get up after scoring the pin. It’s that bewildered look. That “how did this just happen” look. I feed off of that. I hate all of them. I honestly think that’s the only reason I even go back into the ring. To hurt people, whether that’s physically or emotionally, I like it all the same.
Dr. Montgomery has a blank expression on her face. She’s listening, but she’s not exactly sure what she’s listening to.
Dr. Montgomery: But…isn’t that what you guys are supposed to do? You’re a wrestler, not some guy working in public service. You’re supposed to hurt people, right?
Fly: I don’t think that’s helping, doc.
Dr. Montgomery: What is it exactly that you’re looking for from me?
Fly: I…don’t want to be that guy anymore, at least not to the extent that I am.
Dr. Montgomery is taken aback by the comment.
Dr. Montgomery: What has changed in the past couple of weeks that has brought this about?
Fly: My match at One. I left unfulfilled. Since you have to keep what I say private between the two of us, I’ll just tell you that I nearly had the man thrown in prison for the rest of his life for things that I did. Orbit found a way to get out of trouble and still made it to our match. Here you have a wrestler with all of the motivation in the world to beat me. He had a chance for retribution against the man that nearly ended his life. If that wasn’t enough, the World Title hung in the balance. Not just any World Title. MY title. Winning the World Title off of Jonny Fly is different than beating some two week champion who lucked into the belt in the first place. Still, with all of that, Steve Orbit couldn’t get the job done. My desire to beat Orbit in the ring, as a cap to everything else I did to him, was too much…and…that’s not right. There’s something wrong with that. That man should have eaten me up and spat me the fuck back out. But…that’s me. I wanted to make Steve Orbit suffer even more.
Dr. Montgomery: Jonny, I’ve dealt with a lot of wrestlers. Well, maybe dealt with isn’t the right way to phrase that, but still. You guys are programmed to try and win every match at whatever cost. There’s nothing inherently wrong with that. It’s the job.
Fly shakes his head, disagreeing.
Fly: There are good people in this industry. People who wrestle because they enjoy it and, let’s face it, it pays well. People like…Steve Orbit, for example. Hell, Corey Black just beat Torture and he’s going to be inducting him into the Hall of Fame in a few weeks. They have their differences, but they also have respect for one another. For me, if someone beats me my first reaction is to get a gun and put a bullet into their skull.
Dr. Montgomery: So, you want to be more like Steve Orbit or Corey Black?
Fly: No, no. I want to be me. I want to be Jonny Fly, the alpha wrestler, the unstoppable force, the fuckin’ dynasty. I’m comfortable in my standing in the WCF and the industry as a whole. I’m not being arrogant when I say that I’m one of the best ever. It’s a fact. However, I still want to KILL everyone I face. Not hurt or injury, I want to kill them. Why can’t I just go into the ring, do what I do, and then move on?
Dr. Montgomery: You’ve been trained for so long that you have to win. It’s a competitive spirit that you’ve adopted, but if what you’re saying is true you’ve lost sight of where the line is. You’re letting that competitiveness spill over and you’re taking things too personally. You have to leave it in the ring.
Fly: Too personally? I tried to put Orbit away for life. I tried to do the same thing to Seth Lerch. I even bought the law firm that was representing him, certified myself, and then went to court as his lawyer just to sabotage his case and get him imprisoned. WHO DOES THAT!?
The doctor says nothing. She just looks at Fly wide-eyed. She rubs her forehead and looks down at her notepad.
Dr. Montgomery: Yeah. I don’t know what else to say. The only people who would do that have serious mental issues.
Dr. Montgomery drops her notepad to the ground.
Fly: What?
Dr. Montgomery: There’s nothing here to take notes on, Jonny. I’m a therapist not a psychiatrist. You need a psychiatrist. They can treat you, prescribe medicine, and monitor your progress. If you’re serious about wanting to make psychological changes, there are good people out there who can help you.
Fly: No. That’s not what I need. Look, with the things I’ve done I’m not comfortable sharing that with anyone else. It’s you or nothing.
Dr. Montgomery sighs and nods her head.
Dr. Montgomery: Okay. Fine. All of this is off the record, though. I’m not going to be responsible if you don’t get the help you need and you go out and start killing people.
Fly: …again.
Dr. Montgomery: You’ve actually killed people?
Fly: Many.
Dr. Montgomery: That’s hot. I mean, that’s not good. Sorry.
Fly: It’s not something you want to live with.
Dr. Montgomery: It’s good that you feel that way. Let’s start with just a simple question. Why do you think you’ve become the way you are?
Fly: That’s why I’m here, for you to help me figure that out.
Dr. Montgomery: Just answer the question, as best as you can.
Fly: I just…hate people. People are irrational, ignorant, and irritating. I want them all to suffer. I grew up in an environment where people used getting over on others as a means for survival. That’s what I know. If I have friends, eventually, they’re turn on me when it’s in their best interest. Instead of allowing that, I’m usually proactive in doing it myself. It’s foolproof, you know? You can never be let down that way. I’m always one step ahead of people and its part of the reason why I’ve been so successful in wrestling and business.
Dr. Montgomery: There is a condition for something like this. It’s called misanthropy. It’s a general hatred and distrust of other people. However, I’m skeptical that’s what’s wrong. You enjoy social settings, partying. You interact with fans and colleagues. Misanthrope’s are hermits. They avoid human contact as much as possible.
Fly: I don’t avoid human contact. I live my life. I just hate all of the people I come across. I could be booked in match against some kid I’ve never even heard of, and I’m going to find a way to spend a half hour on television bashing him for anything I can come up with. It’s not because he’s my opponent and that’s what I’m supposed to do, I see him as an object that has been put against me…to stop me…to take away my title, fame, career, etc. I fight like my life is on the line every match because I’m going to be damned if I’m going to let some scrub proclaim to the world that he’s “better than Jonny Fly.” I can’t allow that.
Dr. Montgomery: That’s a huge stretch. If you’re a rational person, you have to realize that. A wrestler’s job is to beat you. It doesn’t have to be personal. Some of these guys look at you and your accomplishments and try to mold their own career after it. That’s a sign of respect. Nobody in the industry treats you the same way they do everyone else. I don’t know how you don’t see that. People hold their tongue just a bit more when talking about you than they would against someone else. For a wrestler, what more could you want?
Fly stays silent for a moment.
Fly: It’s a fair point, doc. Like I said, I’m comfortable with my status in this industry. I know where the hierarchy begins. I remember when I won my first WCF World Title. I did it in three months, and nobody gave a shit. All I heard about was how great everyone else was. I distinctly remember Gravedigger telling me to call him after I won War or was in the Main Event of One. As I racked up World Titles all I heard about was how many others had. As I’ve continued to rack up wins at a historic pace, all anyone would talk about was – “well, you lost to Jay Price” as if that meant anything to me. Things seem to be different now. I don’t have anything left to prove. I realize that. I can wrestle…just wrestle. I can have fun with it.
Dr. Montgomery: Why isn’t it that easy for you? You know the way you want to be, why is it so hard for you to make that step?
Fly: I don’t know. I really don’t. I’ve spent 12 years trying to get where I’m at today and now that I’m here, I’m unhappy. I have regrets for the ways I went about doing it. But, those things have helped me become the wrestler I am today. If I lose that edge…what happens to everything else?
Dr. Montgomery: Let’s hold on to that, Jonny. I think that’s the big question we need to answer. If we can do that, I’m confident we can reprogram you to not be such a…
The doctor pauses, attempting to handpick her words. Instead, Fly takes them from her.
Fly. Douchebag.
Dr. Montgomery: Uh, right. Instead of getting into all of that today, let’s go another direction. Let’s talk about your match this week. Who are you facing?
Fly: I’m scheduled to face Steve Orbit, Logan, and Chelsea Black Armstrong and I’ll be teaming with Waylon Cash and Oblivion.
Dr. Montgomery: Let’s try something different than your normal trash talking routine. Tell me some good things about your opponents.
Fly: Some GOOD things?
Dr. Montgomery: You came to me because you just want to wrestle and put the bullshit behind you. This is a good step. Even if you do hate your three opponents, there has to be something good in them that you can find to talk about. I’m trying to adjust how you think of your fellow wrestlers.
Fly: Uh…
Dr. Montgomery: Start with Logan. He’s perhaps the greatest wrestler in WCF history, right. There should be plenty of good things you can talk about.
Fly: I mean…he IS on quite a hot streak. Though, beating FPV isn’t much of an accomplishment these days.
Dr. Montgomery: No! Just the good stuff.
Fly: The good things about Logan are that he’s Logan. He’s been loyal to this company for over a decade and even still today, he’s a feared competitor. He’s the Hardcore Champion and is making that title as competitive as I’ve ever seen it. I’m sure that Logan will be motivated in this match, because I’m in it, and I’m looking forward to seeing what he has to offer.
Dr. Montgomery: What about Chelsea Black Armstrong?
Fly: I don’t know much about her. I know that she’s a former Television Champion now, and the wife of that idiot Seifer Black Armstrong. Despite that less-than-favorable association, I think Chelsea might have some talent. This is a big match for her, though. I hope she can see that. She’s going to be sharing the ring with five other former World Champions. This isn’t a television title match against whoeverthefuck. I’ve been a Television Champion, and I remember my competition. There’s a big difference between those guys and Oblivion, Waylon Cash, and myself. We’ll see what she has to offer.
Dr. Montgomery: Lastly, Steve Orbit.
Fly: Well…I’m sure he’s looking forward to the opportunity to get some retribution for One. Orbit’s as good of a wrestler as they get. I know that. An encounter between the two of us in this match would be a privilege for the fans. We’ll be facing each other next year at One. That’s the only match in which I care to be wrestling Steve Orbit in this next year. This one doesn’t matter.
Dr. Montgomery: What about your teammates, Oblivion and Waylon Cash?
Fly: Well, it hasn’t been real often when I haven’t been at odds with those two men. I don’t really know what to expect from either of them. I know they’re both capable wrestlers, but whether or not they’re going to bring it during this match is something that I can’t answer. I’ll be in top form, per usual. I’m hopeful that the three of us will make a cohesive team for this one night. I think if we’re all on the same page we can win this match. Orbit is reeling, Logan is caught up in other bullshit, and Chelsea Black Armstrong should be able to be dispatched fairly easily. This should be a win, but who knows. You put six wrestlers together in the same match and anything can happen.
Dr. Montgomery: That wasn’t that bad, was it?
Fly: I really wanted to tell Logan that he’s a fuckin’ clown. I do like what he’s doing with the Hardcore Title, I meant that, but he’s not doing anything BIG anymore. This isn’t “Logan.” The Logan we’ve all heard about wouldn’t settle for anything less than a World Title. That stuff with Lilith? The fuck out of here with that nonsense. I’m sitting in the middle of a dominant World Title run and he’s supposed greatest wrestler in WCF history is out there playing house like a fuckin’ child. I don’t have any time for that garbage.
I really wanted to tell Armstrong that her husband is by far the worst wrestler I’ve faced in the last six months, and that means she’s probably equally as worthless because what grown ass woman finds a man who she could beat up attractive? Seifer Black Armstrong was a loud mouthed little bitch who deserved what happened to him. I didn’t force him to start demanding matches against the World Champion. He did that because he thought he was special. He’s not, and neither is Chelsea. It’s a fact that all wrestlers learn to accept when they come to face me. None of you fuckin’ jobbers from other companies are special. I’ll beat all of you.
Lastly, I really wanted to tell Steve Orbit that if I get a chance to put my hands on him again he might not even make it to One next year. There’s truly nothing for Steve Orbit to do or say leading into this match. He has nothing. I broke him. He thought he was the one motherfucker who could take down Jonny Fly. Fool. With the exception of being a far superior wrestler, he’s no different than his partner Chelsea’s unemployed husband. People can say whatever makes them feel like they’re getting over on me. When we get into the ring, it doesn’t matter. I’ll do what I always do. I’ll beat Orbit again, and I’ll take Logan and Chelsea Black Armstrong with me.
Fly smiles.
Fly: But yeah doc, you’re way wasn’t all that bad.
Fly smiles at the comment.
Dr. Montgomery: Uh, yeah. Look, that’s about all the time I have for this today. Unless you want to…
Fly: No.
Dr. Montgomery: …right. I think it’s safe to say that we have a lot of work yet to do. Can you come back next week for another appointment?
Fly: I suppose I should.
Dr. Montgomery: Good. Just one last thing then.
Fly: What’s that?
Dr. Montgomery: You should never have to kill someone. There’s no excuse for that. There’s no coming back when you go that far. I want you to get rid of every gun you own. I think you’ll find it somewhat cleansing and liberating. Throw that life away and so you can truly turn the page and begin a new one. Trust me, it’ll help.
Fly considers the comment for a moment. He gets up from his seat.
Fly: Thanks, doc. I’ll see you next week.
With that, Fly turns and exits the room. The scene comes to a close.
Our scene begins at the site of the now burnt down Flyciety Warehouse in New York City. To the right of where the warehouse once stood is Jonny Fly’s black Jaguar XKR parked next to the harbor. Fly steps out of the car and circles around to his trunk, opening it. He pulls out a large duffel bag and slings it over his shoulder. He shuts the trunk and begins walking toward the water. As Fly gets to the bank of the river, he stops and sets the duffel bag on the ground. He looks out at the water and talks to nobody in particular.
Fly: It’s time to put all of this to bed. For too long I’ve been living a double life outside of the ring. For too long I’ve destroyed relationships with people inside and outside of the industry just to avoid having to get close to anyone. These things have hardened me; they’ve helped me to achieve everything incredible feats. Now, it’s time to let it all go.
With that, Fly picks back up the bag and with every ounce of his strength he launches it as far into the water as he can. He watches as the bag is quickly engulfed and pulled into the Hudson River.
Fly: It’s a new day.
Fly turns and walks away back in the direction of his car. The scene slowly fades away.
Receptionist: Hello, sir.
Fly: Hi. My name is Jonny Fly. I’d like to have an appointment with Dr. Montgomery.
The receptionist looks down at her computer briefly.
Receptionist: I don’t see you listed. Did you not make an appointment, Mr. Fly?
Fly: Nope. I was just hoping you could get me in. It’s…sort of an emergency.
Receptionist: Oh…kay. I’m not sure the doctor has any availability until next week, unfortunately.
Fly smiles and nods his head.
Fly: Yeah, I’m sorry for the short notice. However, I think if you just speak with her and tell her that Jonny Fly is here, she might be able to squeeze me in. We’re old friends.
The receptionist looks confused, but shrugs her shoulders.
Receptionist: Yeah sure, I’ll ask her. If you’d like, feel free to take a seat in the waiting area.
Fly turns and looks over at the waiting area, which has four other individuals’ sittings waiting for an appointment with the doctor. It’s no coincidence that all four individuals are males. Dr. Stella Montgomery is what we call…a skank. Back in her days as Purse’s therapist she was known to have slept with nearly every member of the defunct Pantheon stable. Also, by slept with, I’m being kind. She basically raped Purse and Kid Phantasm since they were resistant to her advances. Knowing all of this, Fly smiles at the sight of the four men in the waiting room and joins them in a seat. Not more than ten seconds later, a shrill voice yells out.
Dr. Montgomery: JONNY FLY!
Fly looks up from his seat to see the doctor briskly walking toward him with her hands held out wide. She has long dark hair and is wearing a short beige mini skirt and a tight, low cut black shirt and an open black jacket with only the bottom button buttoned.
Dr. Montgomery: I’m so glad to see you!
Fly rises and the doctor embraces him with a little too amorous hug.
Dr. Montgomery: The receptionist said you were looking for an appointment, so I told her that I could…fit…you in immediately. Does that sound good?
Fly: Yeah, that sounds great. I need to talk to someone and really didn’t know who else to go to.
Dr. Montgomery: Yes. Right. Talk. Let’s talk. Follow me.
The doctor ushers Fly toward a hallway while she briefly walks over to the receptionist.
Dr. Montgomery: Please cancel all of my appointments for the next two hours.
Receptionist: What about the people that are here?
The doctor looks toward the waiting room and the wanting eyes of her four patients.
Dr. Montgomery: I’m sure they’ll wait.
With that, the doctor joins Fly in the hallway off of the waiting area. The two of them walk toward Dr. Montgomery’s office at the end of the hall. She opens the door and leads Fly inside. Her office is fairly large, with solid white walls, and a large couch in the center of the room. The doctor points Fly to the couch and as he walks toward it he notices several pictures of himself on the wall. Of course, Fly is the arrogant type and thinks everyone should have pictures of him on their walls, so he doesn’t think much of it. He takes a seat on the couch and Dr. Montgomery pulls over a chair from her desk and sits down in front of him.
Dr. Montgomery: So, you came here to talk, right? Should I get my clipboard and start a file to document this conversation for future meetings…or…did you actually have something else in mind for this visit?
As the therapist says the last couple of words, she moves her legs from a crossed position to open. If Fly was looking, he’d be able to answer whether or not Dr. Stella Montgomery decided to wear panties today. However, he’s not looking. This visit is serious.
Fly: No, Doc. I really need to talk to someone.
With a sigh, the doctor gets up from her seat and walks over to her desk. She grabs a notepad, clipboard, and pen before returning to her seat.
Dr. Montgomery: Alright, Jonny. Professional it is. Why have you decided to come to me today?
Fly: Regret. Well, at least some.
Dr. Montgomery: What do you regret?
Fly: I think a generalization is best to answer that. I regret basically everything I’ve ever done.
Dr. Montgomery: Oh? Everything…even…like…the people you’ve been with?
Fly: Yes.
Dr. Montgomery gulps noticeably, and begins writing on her pad. She remains quiet for a few moments.
Fly: Well, maybe not everyone.
The doctor looks up and smiles.
Dr. Montgomery: Well now, that’s good to hear. Would you care to elaborate?
Fly: Yeah. I’ve thought about this a lot over the last couple of days. When I was younger all I wanted to do was wrestle and be the best. It was a fairly simple life. I enjoyed what I did, and I worked hard at it. There’s never been anything purer in my life than the joy when I won my first wrestling title. I’m not even talking about the World Title; I’m just talking about a title in general. It meant that I was never going to have to go back to the streets. It showed me that I could be successful. I could win every single match for the rest of my life, and I would never find that type of happiness again. Nothing anymore is pure. I won that first title when I was 18, and two weeks later I came out and said that I should drop it because the belt was worthless and I’m better than it. It took me only two weeks to turn that euphoria into darkness. There’s something wrong with me. It’s like a defect. Nothing is ever enough. I hate everything and everyone. Forgive the pun here, but there’s always a fly in the ointment, so to speak.
The doctor nods her head as she continues to take notes. Eventually she looks up.
Dr. Montgomery: I actually thought you were going to elaborate on something else, but this is good. You’ve already opened up a lot.
Fly: It’s a vicious cycle. I get enjoyment from watching people run their mouth about how great they are, then beating them, and watching them tuck their tails. I get enjoyment from watching others suffer. Do I have any real sense of accomplishment in winning these matches? Unfortunately, the answer is no. I only enjoy the look in someone’s eyes as I get up after scoring the pin. It’s that bewildered look. That “how did this just happen” look. I feed off of that. I hate all of them. I honestly think that’s the only reason I even go back into the ring. To hurt people, whether that’s physically or emotionally, I like it all the same.
Dr. Montgomery has a blank expression on her face. She’s listening, but she’s not exactly sure what she’s listening to.
Dr. Montgomery: But…isn’t that what you guys are supposed to do? You’re a wrestler, not some guy working in public service. You’re supposed to hurt people, right?
Fly: I don’t think that’s helping, doc.
Dr. Montgomery: What is it exactly that you’re looking for from me?
Fly: I…don’t want to be that guy anymore, at least not to the extent that I am.
Dr. Montgomery is taken aback by the comment.
Dr. Montgomery: What has changed in the past couple of weeks that has brought this about?
Fly: My match at One. I left unfulfilled. Since you have to keep what I say private between the two of us, I’ll just tell you that I nearly had the man thrown in prison for the rest of his life for things that I did. Orbit found a way to get out of trouble and still made it to our match. Here you have a wrestler with all of the motivation in the world to beat me. He had a chance for retribution against the man that nearly ended his life. If that wasn’t enough, the World Title hung in the balance. Not just any World Title. MY title. Winning the World Title off of Jonny Fly is different than beating some two week champion who lucked into the belt in the first place. Still, with all of that, Steve Orbit couldn’t get the job done. My desire to beat Orbit in the ring, as a cap to everything else I did to him, was too much…and…that’s not right. There’s something wrong with that. That man should have eaten me up and spat me the fuck back out. But…that’s me. I wanted to make Steve Orbit suffer even more.
Dr. Montgomery: Jonny, I’ve dealt with a lot of wrestlers. Well, maybe dealt with isn’t the right way to phrase that, but still. You guys are programmed to try and win every match at whatever cost. There’s nothing inherently wrong with that. It’s the job.
Fly shakes his head, disagreeing.
Fly: There are good people in this industry. People who wrestle because they enjoy it and, let’s face it, it pays well. People like…Steve Orbit, for example. Hell, Corey Black just beat Torture and he’s going to be inducting him into the Hall of Fame in a few weeks. They have their differences, but they also have respect for one another. For me, if someone beats me my first reaction is to get a gun and put a bullet into their skull.
Dr. Montgomery: So, you want to be more like Steve Orbit or Corey Black?
Fly: No, no. I want to be me. I want to be Jonny Fly, the alpha wrestler, the unstoppable force, the fuckin’ dynasty. I’m comfortable in my standing in the WCF and the industry as a whole. I’m not being arrogant when I say that I’m one of the best ever. It’s a fact. However, I still want to KILL everyone I face. Not hurt or injury, I want to kill them. Why can’t I just go into the ring, do what I do, and then move on?
Dr. Montgomery: You’ve been trained for so long that you have to win. It’s a competitive spirit that you’ve adopted, but if what you’re saying is true you’ve lost sight of where the line is. You’re letting that competitiveness spill over and you’re taking things too personally. You have to leave it in the ring.
Fly: Too personally? I tried to put Orbit away for life. I tried to do the same thing to Seth Lerch. I even bought the law firm that was representing him, certified myself, and then went to court as his lawyer just to sabotage his case and get him imprisoned. WHO DOES THAT!?
The doctor says nothing. She just looks at Fly wide-eyed. She rubs her forehead and looks down at her notepad.
Dr. Montgomery: Yeah. I don’t know what else to say. The only people who would do that have serious mental issues.
Dr. Montgomery drops her notepad to the ground.
Fly: What?
Dr. Montgomery: There’s nothing here to take notes on, Jonny. I’m a therapist not a psychiatrist. You need a psychiatrist. They can treat you, prescribe medicine, and monitor your progress. If you’re serious about wanting to make psychological changes, there are good people out there who can help you.
Fly: No. That’s not what I need. Look, with the things I’ve done I’m not comfortable sharing that with anyone else. It’s you or nothing.
Dr. Montgomery sighs and nods her head.
Dr. Montgomery: Okay. Fine. All of this is off the record, though. I’m not going to be responsible if you don’t get the help you need and you go out and start killing people.
Fly: …again.
Dr. Montgomery: You’ve actually killed people?
Fly: Many.
Dr. Montgomery: That’s hot. I mean, that’s not good. Sorry.
Fly: It’s not something you want to live with.
Dr. Montgomery: It’s good that you feel that way. Let’s start with just a simple question. Why do you think you’ve become the way you are?
Fly: That’s why I’m here, for you to help me figure that out.
Dr. Montgomery: Just answer the question, as best as you can.
Fly: I just…hate people. People are irrational, ignorant, and irritating. I want them all to suffer. I grew up in an environment where people used getting over on others as a means for survival. That’s what I know. If I have friends, eventually, they’re turn on me when it’s in their best interest. Instead of allowing that, I’m usually proactive in doing it myself. It’s foolproof, you know? You can never be let down that way. I’m always one step ahead of people and its part of the reason why I’ve been so successful in wrestling and business.
Dr. Montgomery: There is a condition for something like this. It’s called misanthropy. It’s a general hatred and distrust of other people. However, I’m skeptical that’s what’s wrong. You enjoy social settings, partying. You interact with fans and colleagues. Misanthrope’s are hermits. They avoid human contact as much as possible.
Fly: I don’t avoid human contact. I live my life. I just hate all of the people I come across. I could be booked in match against some kid I’ve never even heard of, and I’m going to find a way to spend a half hour on television bashing him for anything I can come up with. It’s not because he’s my opponent and that’s what I’m supposed to do, I see him as an object that has been put against me…to stop me…to take away my title, fame, career, etc. I fight like my life is on the line every match because I’m going to be damned if I’m going to let some scrub proclaim to the world that he’s “better than Jonny Fly.” I can’t allow that.
Dr. Montgomery: That’s a huge stretch. If you’re a rational person, you have to realize that. A wrestler’s job is to beat you. It doesn’t have to be personal. Some of these guys look at you and your accomplishments and try to mold their own career after it. That’s a sign of respect. Nobody in the industry treats you the same way they do everyone else. I don’t know how you don’t see that. People hold their tongue just a bit more when talking about you than they would against someone else. For a wrestler, what more could you want?
Fly stays silent for a moment.
Fly: It’s a fair point, doc. Like I said, I’m comfortable with my status in this industry. I know where the hierarchy begins. I remember when I won my first WCF World Title. I did it in three months, and nobody gave a shit. All I heard about was how great everyone else was. I distinctly remember Gravedigger telling me to call him after I won War or was in the Main Event of One. As I racked up World Titles all I heard about was how many others had. As I’ve continued to rack up wins at a historic pace, all anyone would talk about was – “well, you lost to Jay Price” as if that meant anything to me. Things seem to be different now. I don’t have anything left to prove. I realize that. I can wrestle…just wrestle. I can have fun with it.
Dr. Montgomery: Why isn’t it that easy for you? You know the way you want to be, why is it so hard for you to make that step?
Fly: I don’t know. I really don’t. I’ve spent 12 years trying to get where I’m at today and now that I’m here, I’m unhappy. I have regrets for the ways I went about doing it. But, those things have helped me become the wrestler I am today. If I lose that edge…what happens to everything else?
Dr. Montgomery: Let’s hold on to that, Jonny. I think that’s the big question we need to answer. If we can do that, I’m confident we can reprogram you to not be such a…
The doctor pauses, attempting to handpick her words. Instead, Fly takes them from her.
Fly. Douchebag.
Dr. Montgomery: Uh, right. Instead of getting into all of that today, let’s go another direction. Let’s talk about your match this week. Who are you facing?
Fly: I’m scheduled to face Steve Orbit, Logan, and Chelsea Black Armstrong and I’ll be teaming with Waylon Cash and Oblivion.
Dr. Montgomery: Let’s try something different than your normal trash talking routine. Tell me some good things about your opponents.
Fly: Some GOOD things?
Dr. Montgomery: You came to me because you just want to wrestle and put the bullshit behind you. This is a good step. Even if you do hate your three opponents, there has to be something good in them that you can find to talk about. I’m trying to adjust how you think of your fellow wrestlers.
Fly: Uh…
Dr. Montgomery: Start with Logan. He’s perhaps the greatest wrestler in WCF history, right. There should be plenty of good things you can talk about.
Fly: I mean…he IS on quite a hot streak. Though, beating FPV isn’t much of an accomplishment these days.
Dr. Montgomery: No! Just the good stuff.
Fly: The good things about Logan are that he’s Logan. He’s been loyal to this company for over a decade and even still today, he’s a feared competitor. He’s the Hardcore Champion and is making that title as competitive as I’ve ever seen it. I’m sure that Logan will be motivated in this match, because I’m in it, and I’m looking forward to seeing what he has to offer.
Dr. Montgomery: What about Chelsea Black Armstrong?
Fly: I don’t know much about her. I know that she’s a former Television Champion now, and the wife of that idiot Seifer Black Armstrong. Despite that less-than-favorable association, I think Chelsea might have some talent. This is a big match for her, though. I hope she can see that. She’s going to be sharing the ring with five other former World Champions. This isn’t a television title match against whoeverthefuck. I’ve been a Television Champion, and I remember my competition. There’s a big difference between those guys and Oblivion, Waylon Cash, and myself. We’ll see what she has to offer.
Dr. Montgomery: Lastly, Steve Orbit.
Fly: Well…I’m sure he’s looking forward to the opportunity to get some retribution for One. Orbit’s as good of a wrestler as they get. I know that. An encounter between the two of us in this match would be a privilege for the fans. We’ll be facing each other next year at One. That’s the only match in which I care to be wrestling Steve Orbit in this next year. This one doesn’t matter.
Dr. Montgomery: What about your teammates, Oblivion and Waylon Cash?
Fly: Well, it hasn’t been real often when I haven’t been at odds with those two men. I don’t really know what to expect from either of them. I know they’re both capable wrestlers, but whether or not they’re going to bring it during this match is something that I can’t answer. I’ll be in top form, per usual. I’m hopeful that the three of us will make a cohesive team for this one night. I think if we’re all on the same page we can win this match. Orbit is reeling, Logan is caught up in other bullshit, and Chelsea Black Armstrong should be able to be dispatched fairly easily. This should be a win, but who knows. You put six wrestlers together in the same match and anything can happen.
Dr. Montgomery: That wasn’t that bad, was it?
Fly: I really wanted to tell Logan that he’s a fuckin’ clown. I do like what he’s doing with the Hardcore Title, I meant that, but he’s not doing anything BIG anymore. This isn’t “Logan.” The Logan we’ve all heard about wouldn’t settle for anything less than a World Title. That stuff with Lilith? The fuck out of here with that nonsense. I’m sitting in the middle of a dominant World Title run and he’s supposed greatest wrestler in WCF history is out there playing house like a fuckin’ child. I don’t have any time for that garbage.
I really wanted to tell Armstrong that her husband is by far the worst wrestler I’ve faced in the last six months, and that means she’s probably equally as worthless because what grown ass woman finds a man who she could beat up attractive? Seifer Black Armstrong was a loud mouthed little bitch who deserved what happened to him. I didn’t force him to start demanding matches against the World Champion. He did that because he thought he was special. He’s not, and neither is Chelsea. It’s a fact that all wrestlers learn to accept when they come to face me. None of you fuckin’ jobbers from other companies are special. I’ll beat all of you.
Lastly, I really wanted to tell Steve Orbit that if I get a chance to put my hands on him again he might not even make it to One next year. There’s truly nothing for Steve Orbit to do or say leading into this match. He has nothing. I broke him. He thought he was the one motherfucker who could take down Jonny Fly. Fool. With the exception of being a far superior wrestler, he’s no different than his partner Chelsea’s unemployed husband. People can say whatever makes them feel like they’re getting over on me. When we get into the ring, it doesn’t matter. I’ll do what I always do. I’ll beat Orbit again, and I’ll take Logan and Chelsea Black Armstrong with me.
Fly smiles.
Fly: But yeah doc, you’re way wasn’t all that bad.
Fly smiles at the comment.
Dr. Montgomery: Uh, yeah. Look, that’s about all the time I have for this today. Unless you want to…
Fly: No.
Dr. Montgomery: …right. I think it’s safe to say that we have a lot of work yet to do. Can you come back next week for another appointment?
Fly: I suppose I should.
Dr. Montgomery: Good. Just one last thing then.
Fly: What’s that?
Dr. Montgomery: You should never have to kill someone. There’s no excuse for that. There’s no coming back when you go that far. I want you to get rid of every gun you own. I think you’ll find it somewhat cleansing and liberating. Throw that life away and so you can truly turn the page and begin a new one. Trust me, it’ll help.
Fly considers the comment for a moment. He gets up from his seat.
Fly: Thanks, doc. I’ll see you next week.
With that, Fly turns and exits the room. The scene comes to a close.
Our scene begins at the site of the now burnt down Flyciety Warehouse in New York City. To the right of where the warehouse once stood is Jonny Fly’s black Jaguar XKR parked next to the harbor. Fly steps out of the car and circles around to his trunk, opening it. He pulls out a large duffel bag and slings it over his shoulder. He shuts the trunk and begins walking toward the water. As Fly gets to the bank of the river, he stops and sets the duffel bag on the ground. He looks out at the water and talks to nobody in particular.
Fly: It’s time to put all of this to bed. For too long I’ve been living a double life outside of the ring. For too long I’ve destroyed relationships with people inside and outside of the industry just to avoid having to get close to anyone. These things have hardened me; they’ve helped me to achieve everything incredible feats. Now, it’s time to let it all go.
With that, Fly picks back up the bag and with every ounce of his strength he launches it as far into the water as he can. He watches as the bag is quickly engulfed and pulled into the Hudson River.
Fly: It’s a new day.
Fly turns and walks away back in the direction of his car. The scene slowly fades away.
