Post by Jonny Fly on Nov 22, 2011 14:14:29 GMT -5
Excerpts from Jonny Fly's Autobiography
August 2002
"..It was a common goal."
"I wanted to be the best, and I wanted to beat the best. I wanted to be able to look back on my career, years from now, and know, that it was not a failure. I wanted to do something with it. I refuse to go down as a failure. Someone punked out by this business. No. That's not me. That is not the Jonny Fly everyone has come to love these first couple months. And I must say, I'm almost there. I have had as good of a career as an 18 year old rookie could have had in his first four months. Hell, just over a month ago I was the Number One Contender for the UWA World title. That's with only two months in the company."
"I'm a new breed"
"I'm taking over, more and more, month by month. Dominance over anything, over everything, has begun. I have yet to reach my peak and I have yet to win a World Title. But the time is soon. The time is coming. I can't be held back much longer. I can only sit behind The Beazt's, and Pete Wilson's of this company for so long. Someday, and soon, I'm going to break out. I'm going to win match after match, title after title, time after time. I will mark myself as one of the most consistent, and most of all, best wrestlers in the history of this sport."
"You can take this how you want. If your one of the main guys, the core guys in this company, I invite you to take this with a grain of salt. To let it go in one ear, and out the other. I have given you an invitation. After all, I'm just a little former Television Champion. But soon you will all be looking up to me. One day you'll wake up and that glory you have right now will be in my back pocket. Where it will stay for years, upon years. Don't listen to me. But watch. Watch as I destroy opponent by opponent from here on out."
"I will be a World Champion here."
"I guarantee it. It's going to happen. When, I don't know. Where? Your guess, at this point, is as good as mine. But I can feel it. I'm taking over this company, or any other I come across from this day forth. I will not retire, or die, a failure. I'll take on all comers, and I will defeat them. That's how much this means to me. There is no stopping the lengths I will go to. I will leave wrestling on the top. "
"You can quote me on that"
I wrote those words over 9 years ago to the UWA roster.
The scene fades in. All that we can see on the camera is the face of Jonny Fly, as if he has just turned the camera on himself. Fly steps back from the lens and we notice that he is still in his wrestling attire, and in his locker room at Slam. The camera lens has a timestamp on the bottom right corner, and the time symbolizes to us that this scene is taking place about one hour after the Fly-Hunter match earlier in the evening. Right now it’s likely that the show is getting ready for its Main Event, yet, here is Fly, television turned off, alone, and speaking to his camera.
It’s amazing how relevant those very same words have become today. Once again I am low man on the proverbial totem-pole. I’m fighting nobodies for a chance to move my way toward the top. I’ve accomplished nothing, yet I desire to accomplish it all…once more. I believe it’s important that you all understand that I did exactly what I said I would do in that open letter to the UWA. I held the wrestling world by the throat for the next five years after that was written. Opponent after opponent came, and opponent after opponent fell at my feet. It was a string of dominance that all of the miserable fucks in this company will only see in their happiest of dreams.
Today, I started it anew.
Hunter doesn’t belong in a ring with me. If I ever have to see him again, I would recommend that the powers that be send flowers and a card to his wife, husband, number one pig, whoever the fuck he sleeps with, because I will absolutely murder him. This isn’t a threat, this is the definition of an unmistakable fact. Hey Hunter, you’ve fought your whole life, congratufuckinglations. You’re still terrible at it. Find another profession.
Speaking of someone who needs to find another profession, Jay Price. Clearly Jay isn’t in the wrestling spirit, and gets more joy out of the back and forth of talking to actual wrestlers. Therefore, I propose that we hire him as an interviewer. It makes perfect sense to me. Jay will get to still hang around and act like he’s important, he’ll get to practice his talking, and he’ll get a front row view of my impending takeover of WCF. How about it, Jay? I’ll even allow you to say catchy and original things like ‘sit down and shut up, junior.’ Yes, Jay, please tell us how creative we should all be, you’re certainly the beacon to strive toward.
Fly moves towards his locker in the back right corner of the room, opens it, reaches inside, and pulls out a WCF shirt. He puts the shirt on and looks back toward the camera.
The second match of my comeback won’t be on WCF soil; instead, I will travel to a rival federation to represent the WCF in a match against some guy named Gerard. You may be asking yourself, isn’t his name Crazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy Gerald or whateverthefuck? No, it’s not. The only thing that’s crazy is that dumbass thinks carrying the ‘z’ out in crazy actually means something tangible. All it means to me is that he has some infatuation with sounding like a fuckin’ bumble bee. The title of ‘crazy’ is something that you earn, and it’s pretty damn difficult to vouch for it while you’re wearing a suit and calling yourself ‘President.’
Yea, I know that you’re the President of ICW, and no, I don’t know what the hell ICW is. I’ve been there before though, Gerard. You’re not special. I’ve been the President of a wrestling company, and I’ve wrestled on my own behalf in an inter-fed show. I know the pressures of doing well. Not only do you have to defend your company’s honor in the ring against someone you know little about, you also have to show your roster that you’re a leader that can be respected, that you can lead by example. The only difference between me in you in this discussion is that I took on the other company’s World Champion..and won in the Main Event. I suppose you’re just not good enough to receive those same honors?
No, instead, you sit in your hotel room and trash the company that I work for. Whatever, I can give a shit less. The name on my paycheck doesn’t give you any advantage over me when we meet this week. I suppose you thought you could pick up an easy win for ICW taking on some random wrestler from the mid-card, but I’m here to tell you that you’ve got more than you bargained for. You don’t know anything about me, and that’s understandable, but parading around like you already won is going to cost you.
I don’t know what the hell you are used to over in ICW from your second-rate group of wrestlers, but I don’t back down from any fight. Your bantering about how I’m not going to be able to back down when the bell rings, and I should think before accepting this match, blah, fucking, boring, ignorant, blah is pretty damn amusing. Is this really what you think is going to happen, or did you just have time to kill in that hotel room? Look in a fucking mirror, who the hell are you? If anyone has ever run away from a match with you I promise it’s only because you’re an ugly motherfucker, not because you’re anything special on the canvas.
I see that your plan is to hit me with ‘submission moves, power moves, and stretch my body ways I never thought possible.’ Um, okay. That seems so much different than what every other wrestler has tried to do to me. They were pretty successful too; I lost 11 matches in 6 years. Seems like good odds for your strategy. Oh, yea, that’s right dumbass, I’m not a rookie. I probably have more titles and accolades than your entire roster put together.
We should get one more thing clear here, Gerald. I know that you have already brushed me off. You saw the name on the card, said ‘don’t know him, he must suck.’ With that type of ignorance, I promise, you’ll never be able to run a good company. I’ve wrestled guys with twice your talent, and certainly with more on the line than glory for their crap ass wrestling company. These guys have never won. You’re not associated with WCF, and that’s your saving grace. You will only have to see me once, and in that one time you will know that you won’t ever want to see me again. I don’t lose. I’m the most dominant force you will ever witness up close. But, then it will be over, and we will go our separate ways.
You will go back to trying to make the ICW a respectable company, one that could attract talent like me, and I will return to my onslaught on the WCF roster. Before that that, you may want to start getting better acquainted at just what you’re up against on Friday.
As Fly finishes his speech, a WCF staffer walks into the room.
Mr. Fly, Seth wanted me to tell you good job today. Also, as you know, next week is Aftermath. You are scheduled for a triple-threat match against ‘D-Day’ Donald Deruty and Ryan Blake.
Thank you for that news.
The staffer walks out of the room, and Fly looks back to the camera.
I’m finally back in a PPV event. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to show my skills on the biggest stage us wrestlers are thrust upon. I only have two PPV loses to my name, and you can bet that I’m not about to make it a third in my first time back. PPV events have always been special to me. When I face people like Hunter, I get by on pure talent. PPV’s, though, that’s where I’ve historically been at my best.
Once again, I know very little of my opponents. I do see however that ‘D-Day’ had a similar path into the wrestling world as I did. I was once a kid on the streets of New York City, running around, getting into trouble, scrapping my way toward a wrestling career. A noble upbringing into the real world, I say. My other opponent, Ryan Blake, I don’t even know that much about him. I don’t care too, either. These guys are nothing more than numbers.
D-Day and Blake have been around the WCF for a good while now. Yet, it appears they have accomplished very little. Maybe they would like to stand up and tell me why this is? Then when they’re done defending their mediocrity, maybe they can tell me why I should by anything less than confident about the outcome of this match. To me, this is a very simple step. WCF has fed me two decent, albeit unspectacular, wrestlers and I have to prove that I can beat them to move up the next rung in the ladder.
Consider it done.
Aftermath will be my long-awaited coming out party. The stage I need to truly show this company that everything it knows is about to be thrown into question, into chaos. We are all on the cusp of entering the era of Jonny Fly in the WCF. If you are listening to this, and you aren’t on board, I unequivocally invite you to do something about it.
Fly moves in closer to the screen and says his final words.
This is to everyone. Stop trying to discount this. It’s happening. Stop hiding behind your past, your history, it’s not going to save you. I don’t give a fuck about any of it. You are all being lined up, one by one, and I’m going to beat my way to the top of this industry.
Try to stop me.
Fly looks into the camera, unblinking, unfazed, simply focused on making his point. He cracks a sly grin, turns, and walks to the right outside of the camera lens. We hear a door open, and as it closes the scene fades away.
August 2002
"..It was a common goal."
"I wanted to be the best, and I wanted to beat the best. I wanted to be able to look back on my career, years from now, and know, that it was not a failure. I wanted to do something with it. I refuse to go down as a failure. Someone punked out by this business. No. That's not me. That is not the Jonny Fly everyone has come to love these first couple months. And I must say, I'm almost there. I have had as good of a career as an 18 year old rookie could have had in his first four months. Hell, just over a month ago I was the Number One Contender for the UWA World title. That's with only two months in the company."
"I'm a new breed"
"I'm taking over, more and more, month by month. Dominance over anything, over everything, has begun. I have yet to reach my peak and I have yet to win a World Title. But the time is soon. The time is coming. I can't be held back much longer. I can only sit behind The Beazt's, and Pete Wilson's of this company for so long. Someday, and soon, I'm going to break out. I'm going to win match after match, title after title, time after time. I will mark myself as one of the most consistent, and most of all, best wrestlers in the history of this sport."
"You can take this how you want. If your one of the main guys, the core guys in this company, I invite you to take this with a grain of salt. To let it go in one ear, and out the other. I have given you an invitation. After all, I'm just a little former Television Champion. But soon you will all be looking up to me. One day you'll wake up and that glory you have right now will be in my back pocket. Where it will stay for years, upon years. Don't listen to me. But watch. Watch as I destroy opponent by opponent from here on out."
"I will be a World Champion here."
"I guarantee it. It's going to happen. When, I don't know. Where? Your guess, at this point, is as good as mine. But I can feel it. I'm taking over this company, or any other I come across from this day forth. I will not retire, or die, a failure. I'll take on all comers, and I will defeat them. That's how much this means to me. There is no stopping the lengths I will go to. I will leave wrestling on the top. "
"You can quote me on that"
I wrote those words over 9 years ago to the UWA roster.
The scene fades in. All that we can see on the camera is the face of Jonny Fly, as if he has just turned the camera on himself. Fly steps back from the lens and we notice that he is still in his wrestling attire, and in his locker room at Slam. The camera lens has a timestamp on the bottom right corner, and the time symbolizes to us that this scene is taking place about one hour after the Fly-Hunter match earlier in the evening. Right now it’s likely that the show is getting ready for its Main Event, yet, here is Fly, television turned off, alone, and speaking to his camera.
It’s amazing how relevant those very same words have become today. Once again I am low man on the proverbial totem-pole. I’m fighting nobodies for a chance to move my way toward the top. I’ve accomplished nothing, yet I desire to accomplish it all…once more. I believe it’s important that you all understand that I did exactly what I said I would do in that open letter to the UWA. I held the wrestling world by the throat for the next five years after that was written. Opponent after opponent came, and opponent after opponent fell at my feet. It was a string of dominance that all of the miserable fucks in this company will only see in their happiest of dreams.
Today, I started it anew.
Hunter doesn’t belong in a ring with me. If I ever have to see him again, I would recommend that the powers that be send flowers and a card to his wife, husband, number one pig, whoever the fuck he sleeps with, because I will absolutely murder him. This isn’t a threat, this is the definition of an unmistakable fact. Hey Hunter, you’ve fought your whole life, congratufuckinglations. You’re still terrible at it. Find another profession.
Speaking of someone who needs to find another profession, Jay Price. Clearly Jay isn’t in the wrestling spirit, and gets more joy out of the back and forth of talking to actual wrestlers. Therefore, I propose that we hire him as an interviewer. It makes perfect sense to me. Jay will get to still hang around and act like he’s important, he’ll get to practice his talking, and he’ll get a front row view of my impending takeover of WCF. How about it, Jay? I’ll even allow you to say catchy and original things like ‘sit down and shut up, junior.’ Yes, Jay, please tell us how creative we should all be, you’re certainly the beacon to strive toward.
Fly moves towards his locker in the back right corner of the room, opens it, reaches inside, and pulls out a WCF shirt. He puts the shirt on and looks back toward the camera.
The second match of my comeback won’t be on WCF soil; instead, I will travel to a rival federation to represent the WCF in a match against some guy named Gerard. You may be asking yourself, isn’t his name Crazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy Gerald or whateverthefuck? No, it’s not. The only thing that’s crazy is that dumbass thinks carrying the ‘z’ out in crazy actually means something tangible. All it means to me is that he has some infatuation with sounding like a fuckin’ bumble bee. The title of ‘crazy’ is something that you earn, and it’s pretty damn difficult to vouch for it while you’re wearing a suit and calling yourself ‘President.’
Yea, I know that you’re the President of ICW, and no, I don’t know what the hell ICW is. I’ve been there before though, Gerard. You’re not special. I’ve been the President of a wrestling company, and I’ve wrestled on my own behalf in an inter-fed show. I know the pressures of doing well. Not only do you have to defend your company’s honor in the ring against someone you know little about, you also have to show your roster that you’re a leader that can be respected, that you can lead by example. The only difference between me in you in this discussion is that I took on the other company’s World Champion..and won in the Main Event. I suppose you’re just not good enough to receive those same honors?
No, instead, you sit in your hotel room and trash the company that I work for. Whatever, I can give a shit less. The name on my paycheck doesn’t give you any advantage over me when we meet this week. I suppose you thought you could pick up an easy win for ICW taking on some random wrestler from the mid-card, but I’m here to tell you that you’ve got more than you bargained for. You don’t know anything about me, and that’s understandable, but parading around like you already won is going to cost you.
I don’t know what the hell you are used to over in ICW from your second-rate group of wrestlers, but I don’t back down from any fight. Your bantering about how I’m not going to be able to back down when the bell rings, and I should think before accepting this match, blah, fucking, boring, ignorant, blah is pretty damn amusing. Is this really what you think is going to happen, or did you just have time to kill in that hotel room? Look in a fucking mirror, who the hell are you? If anyone has ever run away from a match with you I promise it’s only because you’re an ugly motherfucker, not because you’re anything special on the canvas.
I see that your plan is to hit me with ‘submission moves, power moves, and stretch my body ways I never thought possible.’ Um, okay. That seems so much different than what every other wrestler has tried to do to me. They were pretty successful too; I lost 11 matches in 6 years. Seems like good odds for your strategy. Oh, yea, that’s right dumbass, I’m not a rookie. I probably have more titles and accolades than your entire roster put together.
We should get one more thing clear here, Gerald. I know that you have already brushed me off. You saw the name on the card, said ‘don’t know him, he must suck.’ With that type of ignorance, I promise, you’ll never be able to run a good company. I’ve wrestled guys with twice your talent, and certainly with more on the line than glory for their crap ass wrestling company. These guys have never won. You’re not associated with WCF, and that’s your saving grace. You will only have to see me once, and in that one time you will know that you won’t ever want to see me again. I don’t lose. I’m the most dominant force you will ever witness up close. But, then it will be over, and we will go our separate ways.
You will go back to trying to make the ICW a respectable company, one that could attract talent like me, and I will return to my onslaught on the WCF roster. Before that that, you may want to start getting better acquainted at just what you’re up against on Friday.
As Fly finishes his speech, a WCF staffer walks into the room.
Mr. Fly, Seth wanted me to tell you good job today. Also, as you know, next week is Aftermath. You are scheduled for a triple-threat match against ‘D-Day’ Donald Deruty and Ryan Blake.
Thank you for that news.
The staffer walks out of the room, and Fly looks back to the camera.
I’m finally back in a PPV event. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to show my skills on the biggest stage us wrestlers are thrust upon. I only have two PPV loses to my name, and you can bet that I’m not about to make it a third in my first time back. PPV events have always been special to me. When I face people like Hunter, I get by on pure talent. PPV’s, though, that’s where I’ve historically been at my best.
Once again, I know very little of my opponents. I do see however that ‘D-Day’ had a similar path into the wrestling world as I did. I was once a kid on the streets of New York City, running around, getting into trouble, scrapping my way toward a wrestling career. A noble upbringing into the real world, I say. My other opponent, Ryan Blake, I don’t even know that much about him. I don’t care too, either. These guys are nothing more than numbers.
D-Day and Blake have been around the WCF for a good while now. Yet, it appears they have accomplished very little. Maybe they would like to stand up and tell me why this is? Then when they’re done defending their mediocrity, maybe they can tell me why I should by anything less than confident about the outcome of this match. To me, this is a very simple step. WCF has fed me two decent, albeit unspectacular, wrestlers and I have to prove that I can beat them to move up the next rung in the ladder.
Consider it done.
Aftermath will be my long-awaited coming out party. The stage I need to truly show this company that everything it knows is about to be thrown into question, into chaos. We are all on the cusp of entering the era of Jonny Fly in the WCF. If you are listening to this, and you aren’t on board, I unequivocally invite you to do something about it.
Fly moves in closer to the screen and says his final words.
This is to everyone. Stop trying to discount this. It’s happening. Stop hiding behind your past, your history, it’s not going to save you. I don’t give a fuck about any of it. You are all being lined up, one by one, and I’m going to beat my way to the top of this industry.
Try to stop me.
Fly looks into the camera, unblinking, unfazed, simply focused on making his point. He cracks a sly grin, turns, and walks to the right outside of the camera lens. We hear a door open, and as it closes the scene fades away.