Post by Jonny Fly on Nov 24, 2011 14:46:05 GMT -5
Flashback: June 12th, 2010
Somewhere in Oregon.
We a introduced to a black screen. A knocking sound is heard. Then another knock. The scene fades in and we are standing behind a tall man dressed in a black suit. The man is at the doorstep of a narrow, one-story building. The building appears to be extremely old. The lawn is overgrown, the landscaping unkept. The building features white siding, but it has faded to a grayish color in its years. We hear a third knock, and the door immediately opens. The camera moves so that we can see the face of the man opening the door on the other end.
Jonny Fly.
Fly stares at the man who has knocked on his door for several seconds, not saying anything. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black object. He opens up the object to reveal a gold police-like badge. Fly’s eyes move from the man to the badge, and then immediately back to the badge. He speaks.
There is only one man with a badge who knows I live here. You’re not him. Explain.
The man puts his badge back into his pocket and replies.
I am Agent Gregory. The previous agent in charge of your protective custody, Agent Green, has been reassigned.
Why in the hell was he reassigned?
That’s what I’m here to discuss, among other things. Would you mind if I come inside?
Fly stares at the man, as if not sure if he should allow him inside. He finally relents, steps aside, and motions for him to enter. The man steps forward into the house and Fly closes the door behind him. Fly walks to the left leading the man into a small room. The room is furnished with only a television in the back right corner of the room, and two couches positioned in an ‘L’ shape around the television. Fly takes a seat on one of the couches and the Agent sits down on the other.
Now it’s your turn to explain why you are here.
Well, look, the nature of the FBI involves some secrecy. I’m not sure the details on Agent Green’s reassignment, but I can tell you it is unrelated to your case.
No, no, this was his only case.
I’m not sure what he’s told you, or the bureau has told you, but that’s not true. Agent Green was involved in a case of a personal nature and…
Fly cuts him off.
Let me tell you a story, Agent Gregory. This story involves a man that had constantly eluded charges from the bureau on crimes such as murder, kidnapping, and arson. This man lived a very public life, and was known around the world for some of his accomplishments. However, his private life began to leak into his professional life. These things started to affect him and those around him. With the world seemingly closing in on him, this man reached out to the person who had been investigating him for five years. That man swore that if this person was willing to transform himself, and testify against the people who were after him, he could offer him protection..and a chance at redemption. That man promised the other that he would hold up his end of the bargain no matter what. Do you understand what I am saying?
I’m not so sure I do.
Agent Gregory, I’m sure you’re a very smart man. However, I think you would do well to realize that I am too. It’s time to be honest with me. Agent Green has been working on my case, in one form or the other, for almost a decade now. He’s the reason why I am in this godforsaken house in this shitty ass state. Him and I have an agreement. It’s time to be honest with me, why is Agent Green no longer associated with my case.
Again, Mr. Fly, I’m not privy to that type of information.
What exactly are you privy to?
Well, I came here to tell you that the investigation into the Ridder family has not progressed in the past six months. We are no further to putting them away that when you met last with Agent Green.
The Ridder family and I go way back. They had wrestlers infect TNT to get closer to me, they’ve ruined the lives of friends and family members, and they’ve tried to kill me countless times. This is personal for me, Agent Gregory. Since it’s personal, you’ll have to understand that this is really starting to piss me off. Maybe I should handle this myself…again.
The agent sits back in his chair and scoffs at this notion.
I think you are forgetting why you are here in the first place. From what I know, you’ve tried this approach, and you lost everything. Agent Green doesn’t have many supporters in the bureau for saving you. The things you’ve done to people..you don’t deserve this.
Is that what is going on here? What’s the plan, to leave me here to rot forever? I suppose now you’re your superiors have got Agent Green out of the picture, this is it for my investigation.
There are those who feel you’re the bigger threat here, I’ll give you that.
Fly looks at Agent Gregory on his couch, eyes glazed over, motionless and expressionless. Finally, he cracks his trademark grin and speaks.
They’re right.
Fly gets up from the couch. As he gets up, so does Agent Green. Fly begins moving back toward the door, talking as he walks.
Agent Gregory, I believe it’s time for you to leave. Give my best to Agent Green, and please give him one last thank you for me. I’ll be packing in the morning and leaving here by mid-day tomorrow. I'll be sure to leave the keys on the counter.
At this point Fly is at the front door. Agent Gregory is behind him.
Where are you going to go? If you leave here, we can’t protect you.
Fly opens the door up.
Once upon a time I thought this is what I wanted. Peace. I grew up on the streets of New York City, no mother, no father, no friends. Witness protection was the ability to start over again, to have a second chance for the type of life that was never in the cards for me. Now I’ve realized that I’m at my best amidst chaos. This isn’t me. Please leave.
The agent shakes his head in disgust and exits the house. Fly closes the door behind and the scene fades.
A new scene begins. Blackness is all that we notice. The closer we look, the more we can make out the silhouette of man’s face. We hear a voice..the voice of Jonny Fly.
I’m not really sure Gerard still gets it. I’m not sure he has fully grasped the situation that he is in. He’s 24 hours away from utter embarrassment. He’s going to have his family there, and in his own words, he’s going to be fighting to put food on their table.
What a crock of fuckin’ shit.
This guy is the President of a wrestling company, and his age tells me he’s been wrestling for about 100 years, and he’s talking about struggling to put food on the table. If that’s actually the case, than he’s a worse of a wrestler than I thought he was. Good wrestlers get paid as such. If ICW was worth a damn, as President, he surely would be paid as such. So either he’s a liar, or a failure. I’ll allow him to sort of which is which.
I listened to his little speech last night. It’s the exact same speech he gave us all earlier in the week. A exact carbon copy, minus one element, the arrogance he showed the last time. I wonder if he has started to do his homework? What I know about old people are that they are historically stubborn. Gerard is no different. He still thinks he is going to pull this upset, and that still makes me laugh. However, the tone of his message has changed.
For good reason, of course. This is unknown territory for him. This is an opponent he can’t quite put his finger on. All he knows, and all he can say, is that he’s not going to give up. As if it’s just that simple. I won’t give up, so I cannot lose. Give me a fuckin’ break. I’ve heard this dozens of time from dime-a-dozen wrestlers. As I said at the top of this message, Gerard just doesn’t get it. He has no idea what I am capable of. I guarantee you this, Gerard, it’s not going to matter what you can do. It’s not going to matter how much punishment you can take, and for the love of god you better be ready to take a lot.
No, all that’s going to matter is me. Your skills, abilities, repertoire, throw it out the window. You’re wrestling against a one-of-a-kind athlete. A man so skilled, so ruthless, that your number one focus in this match should just be the ability to walk out on your own two feet. There is nothing you can do that I can’t counter, and dish back with twice the authority. I know this is hard for you to understand, after all, you’ve been wrestling a long time and you’re still able to go out there and compete.
But compete, hell, that’s for pussies. This is about domination, and this industry has never seen a more dominant force that this man talking to you right now. Heed these words, or not. I don’t care. At the end of this match I’m going to engrave the words ‘Jonny Fly’ deep into the conscious of everyone.
You are nothing more than a medium for me to distribute this message to the world, Gerard. It’s time to accept this, and to prepare for the fight of your life.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
With that Fly moves toward the black eventually fading himself from the camera screen.
Somewhere in Oregon.
We a introduced to a black screen. A knocking sound is heard. Then another knock. The scene fades in and we are standing behind a tall man dressed in a black suit. The man is at the doorstep of a narrow, one-story building. The building appears to be extremely old. The lawn is overgrown, the landscaping unkept. The building features white siding, but it has faded to a grayish color in its years. We hear a third knock, and the door immediately opens. The camera moves so that we can see the face of the man opening the door on the other end.
Jonny Fly.
Fly stares at the man who has knocked on his door for several seconds, not saying anything. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black object. He opens up the object to reveal a gold police-like badge. Fly’s eyes move from the man to the badge, and then immediately back to the badge. He speaks.
There is only one man with a badge who knows I live here. You’re not him. Explain.
The man puts his badge back into his pocket and replies.
I am Agent Gregory. The previous agent in charge of your protective custody, Agent Green, has been reassigned.
Why in the hell was he reassigned?
That’s what I’m here to discuss, among other things. Would you mind if I come inside?
Fly stares at the man, as if not sure if he should allow him inside. He finally relents, steps aside, and motions for him to enter. The man steps forward into the house and Fly closes the door behind him. Fly walks to the left leading the man into a small room. The room is furnished with only a television in the back right corner of the room, and two couches positioned in an ‘L’ shape around the television. Fly takes a seat on one of the couches and the Agent sits down on the other.
Now it’s your turn to explain why you are here.
Well, look, the nature of the FBI involves some secrecy. I’m not sure the details on Agent Green’s reassignment, but I can tell you it is unrelated to your case.
No, no, this was his only case.
I’m not sure what he’s told you, or the bureau has told you, but that’s not true. Agent Green was involved in a case of a personal nature and…
Fly cuts him off.
Let me tell you a story, Agent Gregory. This story involves a man that had constantly eluded charges from the bureau on crimes such as murder, kidnapping, and arson. This man lived a very public life, and was known around the world for some of his accomplishments. However, his private life began to leak into his professional life. These things started to affect him and those around him. With the world seemingly closing in on him, this man reached out to the person who had been investigating him for five years. That man swore that if this person was willing to transform himself, and testify against the people who were after him, he could offer him protection..and a chance at redemption. That man promised the other that he would hold up his end of the bargain no matter what. Do you understand what I am saying?
I’m not so sure I do.
Agent Gregory, I’m sure you’re a very smart man. However, I think you would do well to realize that I am too. It’s time to be honest with me. Agent Green has been working on my case, in one form or the other, for almost a decade now. He’s the reason why I am in this godforsaken house in this shitty ass state. Him and I have an agreement. It’s time to be honest with me, why is Agent Green no longer associated with my case.
Again, Mr. Fly, I’m not privy to that type of information.
What exactly are you privy to?
Well, I came here to tell you that the investigation into the Ridder family has not progressed in the past six months. We are no further to putting them away that when you met last with Agent Green.
The Ridder family and I go way back. They had wrestlers infect TNT to get closer to me, they’ve ruined the lives of friends and family members, and they’ve tried to kill me countless times. This is personal for me, Agent Gregory. Since it’s personal, you’ll have to understand that this is really starting to piss me off. Maybe I should handle this myself…again.
The agent sits back in his chair and scoffs at this notion.
I think you are forgetting why you are here in the first place. From what I know, you’ve tried this approach, and you lost everything. Agent Green doesn’t have many supporters in the bureau for saving you. The things you’ve done to people..you don’t deserve this.
Is that what is going on here? What’s the plan, to leave me here to rot forever? I suppose now you’re your superiors have got Agent Green out of the picture, this is it for my investigation.
There are those who feel you’re the bigger threat here, I’ll give you that.
Fly looks at Agent Gregory on his couch, eyes glazed over, motionless and expressionless. Finally, he cracks his trademark grin and speaks.
They’re right.
Fly gets up from the couch. As he gets up, so does Agent Green. Fly begins moving back toward the door, talking as he walks.
Agent Gregory, I believe it’s time for you to leave. Give my best to Agent Green, and please give him one last thank you for me. I’ll be packing in the morning and leaving here by mid-day tomorrow. I'll be sure to leave the keys on the counter.
At this point Fly is at the front door. Agent Gregory is behind him.
Where are you going to go? If you leave here, we can’t protect you.
Fly opens the door up.
Once upon a time I thought this is what I wanted. Peace. I grew up on the streets of New York City, no mother, no father, no friends. Witness protection was the ability to start over again, to have a second chance for the type of life that was never in the cards for me. Now I’ve realized that I’m at my best amidst chaos. This isn’t me. Please leave.
The agent shakes his head in disgust and exits the house. Fly closes the door behind and the scene fades.
A new scene begins. Blackness is all that we notice. The closer we look, the more we can make out the silhouette of man’s face. We hear a voice..the voice of Jonny Fly.
I’m not really sure Gerard still gets it. I’m not sure he has fully grasped the situation that he is in. He’s 24 hours away from utter embarrassment. He’s going to have his family there, and in his own words, he’s going to be fighting to put food on their table.
What a crock of fuckin’ shit.
This guy is the President of a wrestling company, and his age tells me he’s been wrestling for about 100 years, and he’s talking about struggling to put food on the table. If that’s actually the case, than he’s a worse of a wrestler than I thought he was. Good wrestlers get paid as such. If ICW was worth a damn, as President, he surely would be paid as such. So either he’s a liar, or a failure. I’ll allow him to sort of which is which.
I listened to his little speech last night. It’s the exact same speech he gave us all earlier in the week. A exact carbon copy, minus one element, the arrogance he showed the last time. I wonder if he has started to do his homework? What I know about old people are that they are historically stubborn. Gerard is no different. He still thinks he is going to pull this upset, and that still makes me laugh. However, the tone of his message has changed.
For good reason, of course. This is unknown territory for him. This is an opponent he can’t quite put his finger on. All he knows, and all he can say, is that he’s not going to give up. As if it’s just that simple. I won’t give up, so I cannot lose. Give me a fuckin’ break. I’ve heard this dozens of time from dime-a-dozen wrestlers. As I said at the top of this message, Gerard just doesn’t get it. He has no idea what I am capable of. I guarantee you this, Gerard, it’s not going to matter what you can do. It’s not going to matter how much punishment you can take, and for the love of god you better be ready to take a lot.
No, all that’s going to matter is me. Your skills, abilities, repertoire, throw it out the window. You’re wrestling against a one-of-a-kind athlete. A man so skilled, so ruthless, that your number one focus in this match should just be the ability to walk out on your own two feet. There is nothing you can do that I can’t counter, and dish back with twice the authority. I know this is hard for you to understand, after all, you’ve been wrestling a long time and you’re still able to go out there and compete.
But compete, hell, that’s for pussies. This is about domination, and this industry has never seen a more dominant force that this man talking to you right now. Heed these words, or not. I don’t care. At the end of this match I’m going to engrave the words ‘Jonny Fly’ deep into the conscious of everyone.
You are nothing more than a medium for me to distribute this message to the world, Gerard. It’s time to accept this, and to prepare for the fight of your life.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
With that Fly moves toward the black eventually fading himself from the camera screen.