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Glory/Mayhem |
Both High Rollers |
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Back to the Jungle | |||
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Begin Voiceover Jonny Fly speaks into a blank screen. Jonny Fly: It shouldn't be like this. I've tried to have defined roles in my company for people. However, there's always those who like to..screw..shit up. The High Rollers are not the people "running" TNT Wrestling, they are merely TNT's living pest. If they "ran" the company, then why would they be trying to keep me out of arena's, or demanding that I leave arena's? If they "ran" the company, couldn't they just, bar, or ban, me? That's right! The High Rollers have as much power in TNT as Markus Jayson. In fact, being a friend of mine, Jayson actually has more pull then that group. The High Rollers try bully tactics. But there's one man you can't bully. Jonny Fly. Are you guy's fucking high? Let me tell you a story, all of you, High Rollers. None of you have ever beat me. While your at it, there is not a person on the TNT Roster that has beat me. You guys tried to bully the greatest wrestler to ever walk into a TNT ring. The same man who's success have led him to become the owner of the company that he dominated since day one. You guys talk about "dominance" as a group. That's because you can't do it alone. There has never been a person who's put the black cloud over this company, like me. I was put into Main Events for a Year and a Half, straight, and I lost.. Twice. Two fucking times in a year and a half of staving off the best competition this company had. I have 4 World Titles to show for it. There's isn't another person in TNT History to surpass two. Hell, Thunder and Vetalo have lost two matches in the last three weeks..not a year and a half. So you guy's keep trying. You keep fucking with me and I will eliminate you. You better be giving Kent a cut of your contracts, because he's the only reason you guys are still here. TNT doesn't need The High Rollers. You fools fell into the trap. You allowed him to feed your ego. Wake the fuck up. Kent Strong isn't looking for a way to do you idiots a favor. Kent is looking for a way to rub it in your face. To embarrass you assholes out of the company. That way, I can mount you on my wall, with the rest of the failures. He didn't want to just outright fire you, he wants to destroy your well being, your reputations, and your careers. And you wondered why I listened to him? Oh yea.. Just so were clear, don't try anything funny. No matter the promises Kent made you, it's good ole' Jonny Fly that has to sign off on any contracts. I signed off on yours, gave you guys a raise..and also added in some..things. For example, if the High Rollers leave the company before the end of the contract, they are forced to pay back the entire contract..in essence..they would have been wrestling for free. Or the fact that if I fire them before the end of their contract for any reason whatsoever, they again, have to pay back that money. If they attack me outside of a ring, if they Kent outside of the ring, if they attack a Dynasty member outside of the ring, they are fined one month's pay and TNT will cancel all promotions featuring products of theirs. Oh, Oh, Oh! Derek, JR, don't play hardball with the person who controls your career. Read the name tag. You tried to run Jonny Fly out of his company. Do you know the work it took to get the comfy couch, the desk, the office, the title.. Owner of TNT Wrestling. It wasn't too long ago, Derek, JR, that I made a very important decision for your careers. I refused to build up the Dynasty. My stable. I could of easily called up Vincent, maybe a Segrada, a Cundiff, X-Kal, put the pieces around Nicky and I, and crushed your little run as "The High Rollers." We could of ran you out of the company in a month. Rollin' Thunder, Jimmy Vetalo, Stonehart, and Reed Harrington aren't in any on of the previous mentioned wrestler's league. Yet, I didn't. I let you have your fun, and you try to ruin me. It's obvious you guys are paranoid with someone who's clearly superior to you in control of how the Rollers will go down in the history books. Hell, I don't blame you, Jonny Fly IS the history book. So here's the game. I am going to build back up The Dynasty. I'm going to put a group of people together who will once again run Rollin' Thunder and Jimmy Vetalo out of the spotlight. I'm going to leave it up to you guys to prove you still belong there. You know TOGETHER couldn't beat my Eurasian Champion, and you expect to even sniff a World Title again? Not in this house, my friends. Yet, now.. Little Rollin' Thunder decides to challenge, me, Jonny Fly, in a match. Now tell me, Derek, is this a pride thing, or have you found some revelation, one that people have failed to find for two plus years, as to how to beat me? Let me make it clear..to you..to everyone..once again..the revelation isn't out there. What are you are trying to do scrapes the impossible. You, Rollin' Thunder, are not good enough to make impossible..possible. I have proved this to you more times than need be. I have proved this to Vetalo, more time than need be. So I'm assuming this is just a pride thing. One of those "I've done this, I've done that, why not take another stab at the man who's career hovers atop mine?" I can't imagine what that feels like. To know that the only time you'll ever be successful, is when a certain someone is not in the company. Now, your my employee. You, Rollin', in a word, are fucked. You want to bring back the "King of the Jungle" back into his land, his lair, his jungle. You want to face the best wrestler to touch canvas..on that canvas. Do you REALLY expect to win? Are you banking on the hope that while sitting in that office my skill has diminished..even some? Let me assure you Rollin,' it's still me. It's still the one man who's dominated wrestlers of all shapes, sizes, and success. From Michael Edwards, to P-Dogg. If you have hope, I will be sure to crush it. Like before, and before that, and before that. You are my inferior. You will be my inferior until the day you are buried. Reality check time, Derek. You have made yet another career mistake. There's several young wrestler looking to overthrow you in my company, and their licking their chops at this matchup. I will show them how to beat you, I will show them how to frustrate you, I will show them that there is a man you fear in this business.. Oh yea.. He's talking to you right now. They will use it to exploit you. They will use it to take you down. Your High Rollers are now a memory in the past. Even if you had some sort of backup, you won't find enough men to take me down. You find enough men crazy enough to even try such a things. Your done. Your history. You will be eaten by the legacy I'm leaving behind. TNT has been chewing on Rollin' Thunder for over a year now, and finally, it's time to spit your ass out. The ending couldn't of been written any better. You don't challenge me. Your not good enough. You haven't done enough to be allowed such an honor. However, backing down from you wasn't an option. So..now..your done. Pack your bags, Rollin'. I'm taking out the trash. End Voiceover Begin Scene The scene fades in, in New York City. The home of the Knicks, Yankees, Jets, Giants, and Jonny Fly. We fade up to a large house known by most as "The Jonny Fly Mansion." We switch screens to inside the house. We walk through a hallway into the spacious living room. From there we are able to walk to the kitchen which looks over the previous room. From there we are able to catch the second flight of stairs leading to the upstairs of the Mansion. From there we hook onto what almost looks like a meeting room..of sorts. Inside the room is Jonny Fly, feet proped up on the table, and scribbling away at the pad of paper in front of him. The door swings open. Fly drops his pencil and turns around to see Kent Strong waking into the room. Strong has a worried look on his face as he comes up next to Fly. He drops a folder in front of Fly before walking over to a seat across from him. Kent Strong: Go on, open it up. Fly looks at the folder, then at Kent, who nods for him to open it, and then cautiously pours the contents of the folder out onto the table. Fly takes one look, and then looks away from the table. He puts his head in his hands.. That's right. I thought we told each other everything? What the fuck is that shit, Jonny? And why am I getting it from one of my secretary's! I could of covered this shit up. Now..you need to start talking Jonny. Jonny Fly: I'll deal with it, don't worry. I am going to worry. Last time you dealt with it yourself New York lost an entire city block, and you lost family members, not to mention, got me kidnapped, put the members of The Dynasty in danger, and were chased around for six months. Kent, stop, I'll take care of it. No you won't. I'm going to fix this as usual. I have to, if you do it, you'll shoot up something. No. I pay you. I'm doing this by myself. That's final. Strong stares at Fly in disbelief. Fly returns the cold stare. Strong gets up from his seat and moves toward the door. I love you Jonny, but don't you dare come to me for help if you let this get out of control. As soon as I leave this room, I'm washing my hands of this situation. You want to do this yourself..go... Strong leaves the room. Fly begins to look over the papers. For the first time the camera is able to get a look at the documents inside the folder. The first two are just papers with written text on them, the second of which has a stamp from the New York City Police Department on the top. Fly flips through the pages quickly. He then gets to the pictures. He flips threw every one of them..all pictures of mangled bodies in front of the same backdrop. The Key Arena in Seattle. Fly takes a long breath. He grabs the pics, the folder, and gets up from his seat. He walks to the door, makes sure to dump the folder in the trashcan, and the leave the room. Fly makes his way to the steps, walks down them, back into the kitchen. Now in the kitchen, Fly walks over to the stove. He touches a bottom on the panel for it. A buzzing sound is heard, and the wall to the right of the stove caves in just a bit. Fly puts his hand on it, and pushes the piece of wall back, clearing an entrance to a hidden set of stairs. Fly walks through the opening, and down the flight of stairs into the pitch black below. The scene goes blank for a few seconds, filled with only black. Finally, the light is turned on. The sight, is only one a marine could love. Guns, everywhere. Rocket Launchers, Grenade Launchers, Plasma Rifles, Chainguns, 12 Gauges, AK47's, Pump-Action Shotguns, some sort of homemade bomb is sitting alone on the rightside of the room, and not to mention some exotic items scattered around that only the Fly could have. Jonny speaks. Now, now I'm really home. Wherever the hell you are 'Digger, I owe you a drink. With that Fly begins to gather up some of the weapons into a duffel bag as the scene comes to a close. End Scene "The Kid Wonder"  Jonny Fly Former TNT World Tag Team Champion
Former TNT Eurasian Champion
Former TNT World Champion (4x)
..Perfection in a ring..
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