Post by Jonny Fly on Nov 17, 2011 13:35:03 GMT -5
Audio Diary Entry #6: July 13th, 2009
I'm getting weaker.
Have you ever looked up into the sky at night and seen those stars, flickering, all the way in the distance? You swear at one point, that it has finally gone out as you continue to stare at it, but yet, it pops back on at the last possible second to show it's still alive.
That is me. Right now.
I'm flickering. I don't know how long I have left. The world as I lived it seems so foreign right now. I can only look on at the business I once knew, the wrestling industry, and wonder where I would be now.
I imagine my plaques in the hallways of the companies I used to call home have gotten dusty. My statue in front of TNT Wrestling Headquarters; its limbs are likely crumbling away in the sun. I could probably walk into a wrestling ring right now, and nobody would know my name. Or would they just not care? I don't know if I could take that.
I’m not proud of the things I have done in my life, in my career. I’ve hurt a lot of people, and not just in a wrestling ring…but how long do I have waste away here in purgatory? I'm desperate here..
I’m fading fast. I need a miracle, and I'll sit here and wait..and hope..for a second chance..
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The scene fades in, in the living room of a house. As we walk into the living room we step down onto hardwood floor and face the back of an 8 foot long white sofa. Beyond the sofa is a 56 inch television set mounted flat against the wall. A small portion of the screen is blacked out from the camera’s view by a head rising over the back wall of the sofa. What we can see on the television is the image of WCF wrestler, Hunter, during an appearance earlier this week. We catch the tail end of his speech.
“At Slam on Monday night I gave ya’ll a taste of whats in store for your yankee asses, this comeing SLAM one Johnny Fly is going to get swatted. Only thing promiseing for your future in the WCF is that your not apart of the herd that cost my mentor his life. All he had was wrestling and you sorry ass pieces of shit took my mentor his life. All he had was wresting and you sorry ass pieces of shit took that from him. Hell Lerch you stood up for you when those others where running your company straight into the ground. I know he was looking down on SLAM Monday night laughing as those two egg sucking dogs where destroying your yankee ride. Rest assured boys the South has already risen and the war is about to begin.”
As the speech ends, Fly turns his head around sensing the presence of the camera crew. Fly makes eye contact with the cameraman and motions for him to swing around in front of the sofa and take a position beside him. Fly looks into the camera and begins speaking.
I don’t know if this is some kind of joke or not, but in the effort of honesty, I have absolutely no fucking idea what that idiot was talking about just now. Perhaps someone in the WCF can translate that shit for me? I guess as the new guy I get to work my way up the ladder, and this guy is step one. How noble of the powers that be.
Let me speak directly to Hunter now; Hunter, you are in a very unfortunate position. This is my first match in four years. For four years I have sat around and waited for this opportunity. Not that you would understand this type of thing, but there is a certain type of mental high associated with being good at something. The man you are looking at on camera right now is one of the most decorated wrestlers you will ever step into a ring with. Then, I had it all taken away. I’m here today to take back my position at the top of this industry. I’m here to make up for lost time. Knowing this, do you really think you have any chance at beating me?
Fly pauses for a moment to let the words sink in.
I feel for you Hunter. This may be the last time I ever say that sort of thing about an opponent, but it’s true. I feel for you because I plan to use you as an example to the entire WCF roster at SLAM. It appears that you have your hands full avenging some mentor, and as you mentioned for me I have nothing to do with that, so I’m sure you won’t mind that I’ll be using you to make it well known that I am dead serious about what I said last week. The hierarchy in the WCF will never be the same. This is beginning stages of a power swing that will change the course of this company’s history.
Oh, and Hunter, I had a mentor once. Then I threw him off the roof of my mansion. How ironic, right? The protégé had a big enough house that a fall from the roof injured him to the extent he could never wrestle again. Mentors are for pussies who can’t find their own way. Be your own man; leave him to his resting place. Besides, that dead motherfucker wouldn't have saved you from Jonny Fly.
Fly winks into the camera and then turns back to his television. On the television now is Jay Price. Fly looks on curiously at the screen as Price speaks.
“You disappoint me WCF.
I truly thought that by now at least one amongst you would rise up and speak for the honor of the company that employs you. But then again, I wouldn't waste my breath on this place either.
Of course I should have expected it, why with just one look at the roster even the most novice of wrestling fan could know that not one of you could hold my jock strap, let alone go one on one in a battle of the words with me. Sure, you could bore us all with your 4 hour long diatribes about your simple lives, or ramble uncontrollably for 20 minutes about the dream world that you choose to live in. But when it comes down to it, not one of you has the charisma or the sharp silver tongue that I possess. And that is why this company is going downhill at the rapid pace it is. Not one of you has the fire under your ass to stand up and do something. No, you'd all rather sit back, twiddling your thumbs…”
Fly smiles coyly, picks up the remote, and clicks it to turn off. He sits up on the couch and stares directly into the camera once again.
Once again, I have no idea what this guy is talking about. It is curious though that he receives some sort of inner-satisfaction for ‘winning a battle of words’ against, what appears to be, himself. Between this guy and that Hunter idiot, I can only assume I’ve signed on to wrestle with complete fucking morons. I suppose that will only heighten my rise to the top.
Hey, I know I’ve been out of the loop for a while, but usually if a guy wants a fight he picks a fight in person. Seriously, I think we should all recap this speech. First, this Jay Price character gets on a WCF television and basically says he wouldn’t waste his breath on WCF. Look, I’m too fucking good of a wrestler to have attended school, but that seems like a guy who belongs in one of those clinics for people who can’t color inside the lines or tie their own shoes. Certainly he shouldn’t be in a wrestling ring against grown-ass men. Did he know he was on WCF television, can anyone confirm that for me? He’s wasting his breath on WCF while saying he wouldn’t waste his breath on WCF! Did anyone else not notice this??
Oh, but we’re not done yet. This modern day Da Vinci decides to lay it on even thicker by essentially inferring that this company is going downhill because nobody can talk as eloquently and creatively as him. At this point in the speech I’m seriously wondering if I’m the insane one. I believe for the sake of my own sanity that we, all of you at home included, should recite what the WCF is an acronym for. Ready?
Wrestling. Championship. Federation.
Ok, good work. Did we lose anyone there? The first word is wrestling, still, correct? Yes, I’m not crazy! Now that we have established that all of us should kindly tell Jay Price that a wrestling company’s success isn’t decided by how well someone can talk. In fact, it’s the absolute opposite. Besides, as evidenced in this ‘four hour long diatribe’ about his ‘four hour long diatribe,’ he’s not even that good at it.
Fly smirks at the camera and then switches the subject.
I’ll be seeing everyone this Sunday at Slam. If Jay Price wants to tell me in person that I can’t hold his jock strap, tell him to come find me. I’ll certainly have some extra energy left over after wiping the mat with Hunter.
Fly gets up from the sofa and walks out of the scene. The scene fades.
I'm getting weaker.
Have you ever looked up into the sky at night and seen those stars, flickering, all the way in the distance? You swear at one point, that it has finally gone out as you continue to stare at it, but yet, it pops back on at the last possible second to show it's still alive.
That is me. Right now.
I'm flickering. I don't know how long I have left. The world as I lived it seems so foreign right now. I can only look on at the business I once knew, the wrestling industry, and wonder where I would be now.
I imagine my plaques in the hallways of the companies I used to call home have gotten dusty. My statue in front of TNT Wrestling Headquarters; its limbs are likely crumbling away in the sun. I could probably walk into a wrestling ring right now, and nobody would know my name. Or would they just not care? I don't know if I could take that.
I’m not proud of the things I have done in my life, in my career. I’ve hurt a lot of people, and not just in a wrestling ring…but how long do I have waste away here in purgatory? I'm desperate here..
I’m fading fast. I need a miracle, and I'll sit here and wait..and hope..for a second chance..
---
The scene fades in, in the living room of a house. As we walk into the living room we step down onto hardwood floor and face the back of an 8 foot long white sofa. Beyond the sofa is a 56 inch television set mounted flat against the wall. A small portion of the screen is blacked out from the camera’s view by a head rising over the back wall of the sofa. What we can see on the television is the image of WCF wrestler, Hunter, during an appearance earlier this week. We catch the tail end of his speech.
“At Slam on Monday night I gave ya’ll a taste of whats in store for your yankee asses, this comeing SLAM one Johnny Fly is going to get swatted. Only thing promiseing for your future in the WCF is that your not apart of the herd that cost my mentor his life. All he had was wrestling and you sorry ass pieces of shit took my mentor his life. All he had was wresting and you sorry ass pieces of shit took that from him. Hell Lerch you stood up for you when those others where running your company straight into the ground. I know he was looking down on SLAM Monday night laughing as those two egg sucking dogs where destroying your yankee ride. Rest assured boys the South has already risen and the war is about to begin.”
As the speech ends, Fly turns his head around sensing the presence of the camera crew. Fly makes eye contact with the cameraman and motions for him to swing around in front of the sofa and take a position beside him. Fly looks into the camera and begins speaking.
I don’t know if this is some kind of joke or not, but in the effort of honesty, I have absolutely no fucking idea what that idiot was talking about just now. Perhaps someone in the WCF can translate that shit for me? I guess as the new guy I get to work my way up the ladder, and this guy is step one. How noble of the powers that be.
Let me speak directly to Hunter now; Hunter, you are in a very unfortunate position. This is my first match in four years. For four years I have sat around and waited for this opportunity. Not that you would understand this type of thing, but there is a certain type of mental high associated with being good at something. The man you are looking at on camera right now is one of the most decorated wrestlers you will ever step into a ring with. Then, I had it all taken away. I’m here today to take back my position at the top of this industry. I’m here to make up for lost time. Knowing this, do you really think you have any chance at beating me?
Fly pauses for a moment to let the words sink in.
I feel for you Hunter. This may be the last time I ever say that sort of thing about an opponent, but it’s true. I feel for you because I plan to use you as an example to the entire WCF roster at SLAM. It appears that you have your hands full avenging some mentor, and as you mentioned for me I have nothing to do with that, so I’m sure you won’t mind that I’ll be using you to make it well known that I am dead serious about what I said last week. The hierarchy in the WCF will never be the same. This is beginning stages of a power swing that will change the course of this company’s history.
Oh, and Hunter, I had a mentor once. Then I threw him off the roof of my mansion. How ironic, right? The protégé had a big enough house that a fall from the roof injured him to the extent he could never wrestle again. Mentors are for pussies who can’t find their own way. Be your own man; leave him to his resting place. Besides, that dead motherfucker wouldn't have saved you from Jonny Fly.
Fly winks into the camera and then turns back to his television. On the television now is Jay Price. Fly looks on curiously at the screen as Price speaks.
“You disappoint me WCF.
I truly thought that by now at least one amongst you would rise up and speak for the honor of the company that employs you. But then again, I wouldn't waste my breath on this place either.
Of course I should have expected it, why with just one look at the roster even the most novice of wrestling fan could know that not one of you could hold my jock strap, let alone go one on one in a battle of the words with me. Sure, you could bore us all with your 4 hour long diatribes about your simple lives, or ramble uncontrollably for 20 minutes about the dream world that you choose to live in. But when it comes down to it, not one of you has the charisma or the sharp silver tongue that I possess. And that is why this company is going downhill at the rapid pace it is. Not one of you has the fire under your ass to stand up and do something. No, you'd all rather sit back, twiddling your thumbs…”
Fly smiles coyly, picks up the remote, and clicks it to turn off. He sits up on the couch and stares directly into the camera once again.
Once again, I have no idea what this guy is talking about. It is curious though that he receives some sort of inner-satisfaction for ‘winning a battle of words’ against, what appears to be, himself. Between this guy and that Hunter idiot, I can only assume I’ve signed on to wrestle with complete fucking morons. I suppose that will only heighten my rise to the top.
Hey, I know I’ve been out of the loop for a while, but usually if a guy wants a fight he picks a fight in person. Seriously, I think we should all recap this speech. First, this Jay Price character gets on a WCF television and basically says he wouldn’t waste his breath on WCF. Look, I’m too fucking good of a wrestler to have attended school, but that seems like a guy who belongs in one of those clinics for people who can’t color inside the lines or tie their own shoes. Certainly he shouldn’t be in a wrestling ring against grown-ass men. Did he know he was on WCF television, can anyone confirm that for me? He’s wasting his breath on WCF while saying he wouldn’t waste his breath on WCF! Did anyone else not notice this??
Oh, but we’re not done yet. This modern day Da Vinci decides to lay it on even thicker by essentially inferring that this company is going downhill because nobody can talk as eloquently and creatively as him. At this point in the speech I’m seriously wondering if I’m the insane one. I believe for the sake of my own sanity that we, all of you at home included, should recite what the WCF is an acronym for. Ready?
Wrestling. Championship. Federation.
Ok, good work. Did we lose anyone there? The first word is wrestling, still, correct? Yes, I’m not crazy! Now that we have established that all of us should kindly tell Jay Price that a wrestling company’s success isn’t decided by how well someone can talk. In fact, it’s the absolute opposite. Besides, as evidenced in this ‘four hour long diatribe’ about his ‘four hour long diatribe,’ he’s not even that good at it.
Fly smirks at the camera and then switches the subject.
I’ll be seeing everyone this Sunday at Slam. If Jay Price wants to tell me in person that I can’t hold his jock strap, tell him to come find me. I’ll certainly have some extra energy left over after wiping the mat with Hunter.
Fly gets up from the sofa and walks out of the scene. The scene fades.
