Post by Jonny Fly on Sept 8, 2014 17:50:23 GMT -5
Boom. Jonny Fly appears on your screen. He stares deeply into your eyes, and you melt. Then he speaks, and you listen.
Fly: SDGASHADFSGSDF!
He's not making any sense. Fly pauses to take a deep breath, then continues, this time making sure to use the English language.
Fly: For some reason people have compared me to you, Torture. I have no idea why, something about how dominant I am, my legendary winning streaks, and a certain dominion over this company's World Title scene that apparently resembled something you did back whothefuckknowswhen.
I really never paid much attention to it. You see, in my time in WCF people have continually tried to classify me as 'like' someone from our past. They've tried to pigeon hole me, keeping me contained in a nice pretty box so that in their simple minds they could comprehend what they were witnessing. First, I was Jay Price, some hot shot upstart. Then I was Odin Balfore, someone who won a couple of quick World Titles and faded. When that fade didn't happen, I became Slickie T, a dominant force, but one who wasn't around nearly long enough. Unfortunately for them, I'm still around, and so now I've been everyone from Gravedigger, to Bobby Cairo, to Logan, and yes, even you Torture.
The fact is, I'm not anyone of those people. I'm Jonny Fly. My legacy stands on its own. So much so, that I've never really been threatened by you. In fact, I really don't think anyone is threatened by you anymore. Even when we shared the ring in the Trios finals, nobody really gave a fuck about you. Fly versus Torture? Torture versus Black? Logan versus Torture? That's not what people cared about. They watched you wrestle all year. You're fuckin' terrible. The 'OMG ITS TORTURE' ship sailed a long time, and then...it crashed violently and sank into the abyss.
Or...so it should have. I guess you're back. I don't know if I was your target on Sunday all along, and truthfully it doesn't matter. You threw the first punch. I don't care what you're trying to do with Black. You can redeem your embarrassment from One some other way. I'm not your fuckin' pawn. I'm the god damn reaper. In the WCF as it stands today, you're my bitch, Torture. If anyone in the history of this company has been able to say that to you, and have substance behind it, it's me. You DON'T get do what you did to me yesterday without this happening...
I'm challenging you to a match.
It won't be at One. I'm planning on being busy then, whether that's against ICE Beckman, Steve Orbit, Corey Black, or all of them. Other than that, I don't care when. It doesn't need to be some big stage. That would just allow you to use my name to leech back into the spotlight, again, as you do with everyone else. Whenever, wherever, the point is that I'm going to ruin you, Tort. After that match, nobody will ever look at you the same way. I'm going to drag you around the ring like a fuckin' rag doll. I will take a match to your entire legacy, and I will let it burn until all of its oxygen is sucked out. The mythic nature of Torture destroyed decisively, absolutely, and...finally.
You're an ignorant motherfucker, Tort. Of all the people around here...you pick a fight with me. You have no idea what you've done. Accept the match. Name the terms. Name the time. Take your punishment like a man.
I'll see you soon enough, Torture. Until then...
The scene goes blank.
Fly: SDGASHADFSGSDF!
He's not making any sense. Fly pauses to take a deep breath, then continues, this time making sure to use the English language.
Fly: For some reason people have compared me to you, Torture. I have no idea why, something about how dominant I am, my legendary winning streaks, and a certain dominion over this company's World Title scene that apparently resembled something you did back whothefuckknowswhen.
I really never paid much attention to it. You see, in my time in WCF people have continually tried to classify me as 'like' someone from our past. They've tried to pigeon hole me, keeping me contained in a nice pretty box so that in their simple minds they could comprehend what they were witnessing. First, I was Jay Price, some hot shot upstart. Then I was Odin Balfore, someone who won a couple of quick World Titles and faded. When that fade didn't happen, I became Slickie T, a dominant force, but one who wasn't around nearly long enough. Unfortunately for them, I'm still around, and so now I've been everyone from Gravedigger, to Bobby Cairo, to Logan, and yes, even you Torture.
The fact is, I'm not anyone of those people. I'm Jonny Fly. My legacy stands on its own. So much so, that I've never really been threatened by you. In fact, I really don't think anyone is threatened by you anymore. Even when we shared the ring in the Trios finals, nobody really gave a fuck about you. Fly versus Torture? Torture versus Black? Logan versus Torture? That's not what people cared about. They watched you wrestle all year. You're fuckin' terrible. The 'OMG ITS TORTURE' ship sailed a long time, and then...it crashed violently and sank into the abyss.
Or...so it should have. I guess you're back. I don't know if I was your target on Sunday all along, and truthfully it doesn't matter. You threw the first punch. I don't care what you're trying to do with Black. You can redeem your embarrassment from One some other way. I'm not your fuckin' pawn. I'm the god damn reaper. In the WCF as it stands today, you're my bitch, Torture. If anyone in the history of this company has been able to say that to you, and have substance behind it, it's me. You DON'T get do what you did to me yesterday without this happening...
I'm challenging you to a match.
It won't be at One. I'm planning on being busy then, whether that's against ICE Beckman, Steve Orbit, Corey Black, or all of them. Other than that, I don't care when. It doesn't need to be some big stage. That would just allow you to use my name to leech back into the spotlight, again, as you do with everyone else. Whenever, wherever, the point is that I'm going to ruin you, Tort. After that match, nobody will ever look at you the same way. I'm going to drag you around the ring like a fuckin' rag doll. I will take a match to your entire legacy, and I will let it burn until all of its oxygen is sucked out. The mythic nature of Torture destroyed decisively, absolutely, and...finally.
You're an ignorant motherfucker, Tort. Of all the people around here...you pick a fight with me. You have no idea what you've done. Accept the match. Name the terms. Name the time. Take your punishment like a man.
I'll see you soon enough, Torture. Until then...
The scene goes blank.
