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"Bring my Boy Home" | |||
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"Freedom, long last." | |||
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"It hurts to find out that what you wanted doesn't match what you dreamed it would be." -Begin Narrator- A narrator's voice plays over the screen. -N- We've all heard the cry's. TNT Legend, TNT Hall of Famer, former Owner of TNT Wrestling, Jonny Fly, forced to leave the wrestling world. Now, Fly, fighting to stay alive on the streets of the city he once had the key's to. Some could say a fitting end for a person who grew up on these streets. Most however, find it appalling that once of the most important figures in the wrestling world to fade out in this matter. Who's there to save him? The Dynasty Hitmen. Men, discovered to have been planted next to Fly by the same man that holds him captive at this point in time. The Hitmen formed last week at the Fly Mansion and figured that they owed the man that once saved them from prison time because of a mishap at one of Fly's shows. They are determined to invade the tight circle that Robert Burke holds up, and they must strike quickly. Fly right now is Robert Burke's patsy. Fly is in the man who makes the drug deals Burke conjures up, happen. He's in the middle of the scene, and if something broke out, he's the first person to eat the bullet. Fly has expressed through his diary, and a television appearance that he is "slipping away." Fly has been torn apart. His wrestling career, a fake, then losing, basically, his freedom, and now..his life? While Fly's wrestling career was largely known as the most successful ever before being revealed fake, he is still one of the brightest minds that the wrestling world has ever had. It was under Fly that TNT finally took it to the next step. Surely, TNT can use that sort of support right now. Will they get it? That's up to a group of men that can be described as simply; professional killers. The stage for the battle is set. Burke..The Hitmen..Fly hanging in the balance.. Game on. -End Narrator- -Begin Scene- The scene fades in, in a small cafe in the middle of the Manhattan "ghetto." We zoom in, and seeing as there is only about 5 tables in the place, we spot our figure of interest relatively quickly. The man we've come to know as "The Baron." He sits eating a dish on the far right side of the building, right next to a window looking out into the unbearable conditions of the ghetto. A bell rings, signaling the opening of the Cafe's door. A group of a dozen or so dark clothed men enter the door. We immediately realize who they are by the well distinguished "DH" on the right breast of their matching jackets. The group moves toward the direction of "The Baron" and one of the men takes a seat across from him. TB: This pasta, I must say, it's excellent. DH1: Forget the pasta, where's Burke? Are you sure this is what you want to do? I want Fly out of there as much as the next person, but this is suicide. Even for you and your men. Fly's fate is unfortunate, but you guys dieing, would just be unnecessary. What's a lost cause is a lost cause. We owe the man. This is what we do. I'll be damned if I let a person that a owe a huge debt of gratitude to fall off the face of earth. Not until I repay him. I think your underestimating us, but it doesn't matter, where's Burke? Baron looks toward the window. He's just outside that window. Take one of the two alley's across the street back into..hell..depending on which one you choose depends on how thick of shit your going to get yourself into. Fly should be in Burke's warehouse, it won't be hard to recognize it when you get by it. That's all you got? That's all I can give you. That's where he is, you do what you guys do. I can only wish you the best of luck at this point. The man across from Baron nods his head and gets up from his seat. He begins to move toward the door when Baron say's one last thing.. Hey..bring my boy home. The Hitmen nod their head and exit the cafe. We watch them from the window as they begin to make their way toward one of the two alley's Baron pointed to earlier. Finally, they disappear from sight, and the scene switches. -End Scene- "The more things change, the more they remain...insane." -Begin Scene- The scene fades back in approximately 10 minutes after the last scene. We notice The Dynasty Hitmen still walking down the ally way they were told would lead them to their target, Robert Burke. Suddenly they're stopped in their tracks by two sounds. One, the clicking of a gun, and two, the sound of a voice. ??: That's far enough gentleman. The Hitmen stop in their tracks as a figure walks out of the shadows into the middle of the alley about 10 yards up. As he walks forward, we take that time to pan around the scene were at to notice a dozen men lining the rooftops just above The Hitmen. 6 on one side of the alley, 6 on the other, all pointing weapons down on them. One of the Hitmen yells to the figure in front of him. DH2: Just the man were looking for..Robert Burke. RB: In the flesh, who's asking? It's not important. Were here to take back Jonny Fly. I'm not sure if you've gotten the memo yet, but this isn't the 1800's. You can't hold people against their will. That's kidnapping. Got it? Oh, I get it. Don't worry about that. What you have conveniently forgotten is that I AM that kid. He owes me. There's no law that forbids someone for getting what is rightfully theirs. Rest assured, I'm going to get what I rightfully deserve, and that's Fly's pushing my shipments. Besides, who are you to question me, you ain't no cop. No, were not. Were above them. We're Fly's soldiers. We're his liberators. We're The Dynasty Hitmen. Burke's look changes briefly from smug to shocked, then back to smug. If you all remember, it was Burke, controlling Fly, that assigned the men to Fly for protection..before it was discovered that everything was a fake. So it is, isn't it. Let us not forget who made you. This isn't your fight. You guys are all about the money. That's the reason you even know that punk, because it money in your pockets! I won't have this disobedience. You owe me! That's where your wrong. You think Fly owes every breath he takes to you. It's like the man once said, Jonny Fly, it can't be stopped, it's a way of life. It..will..never..die. Fly's a second generation superstar, wrestling is in his blood. You took advantage of that, knowing. You picked off a desperate young kid and promised him the world..with him never knowing the extent of the kickback. You watched as he BUILT HIMSELF UP, then you swoop in and take advantage of the reputation he built up so you could earn a buck. I don't fucking owe you. I owe him. Fly was incapable of building himself up. That's why he..came..to..me. Do you get it, now? Fly hasn't won one match in his career without my help. Do you get it? I'M THE FIVE TIME WORLD CHAMPION! I'M THE HALL OF FAMER! I OWN HIS NAME! I OWN HIS TRADEMARKS! I OWN HIM! DO YOU GET IT? You've lost it. Wrestling goes farther than the canvas. It was Fly who brought the company off the ground and to it's largest peak ever. It was him, not you. Your just the fucker in the bushes taking credit. It's not you in that ring. You can't just walk into the ring, even with your opponent jobbing, and win. If Fly hadn't learned the basic moves, developed an unseen offensive repertoire, a dynamite finisher, and most important the endurance, the power, the ability to be electrocuted, hit with a car, and still win the fucking match! A lesser man would of quit..then what do you have? Nothing. You come and take credit when the going's good. If he was a career mid-carder, he'd of never remembered your name. I know I owe him, maybe you need to get on the same fuckin' bus. I'm going to have to pass, and while doing that, ask you to leave..immediatly. I'm forced to say..I'm not leaving without Fly. Then you'll be leaving in a bag. Your outnumbered here, I got men in the bushes just waiting. Besides, if you'd look up, you'll see I have quite a height advantage over you. Well, I guess it's a good thing this is not basketball. With that, a loud explosion is heard on the rooftop. Then followed by one just as loud on the opposite rooftop. Burke flee's immediately. Several men emerge from down the alley and begin firing off at the Hitmen, who scatter to the sides of the alley. The firing continues before we hear a whistling sound coming from the rooftops, followed by two more explosions, this time hitting down the aisle. The firing ceases all together and The Hitmen reorganize. At once they all look up onto the rooftop. Standing on the edge of the roof we can plainly see the figure of Kent Strong, holding a rocket launcher. Strong tips his hat, and disappears from sight. DH3: Let's move guys. The warehouse is just ahead. Keep an eye out. The Hitmen move in formation down the alley toward the warehouse. They reach the front, look around, and enter inside, with the exception of one, who heads around to the back. Inside the warehouse now, the scene is dark, hazy, and rather spooky looking. The Hitmen continue to walk forward when a light is flicked on ahead of them, illuminating the scene 5 yards in front of them. Robert Burke is standing behind Jonny Fly, tied up to a chair, looking unnourished and beaten, a shell of the glamorous character were used to. Burke speaks. Another move, and his head is in your lap. By now the other Hitmen member has arrived at the scene of the confrontation, unbeknownst to Burke. The Hitmen member, the same one we see earlier in the cafe speaks.. Rest it peace..dick. A single shot is fired into the back of the head of Robert Burke. The Hitmen rush over to Fly and untie him. He stumbles at first, but finally manages to get his feet under him. JF: Freedom, long last.. Were by your side. However, we need to get you to your match on Sunday.. M..Match? With that final word, the scene from the warehouse fades. The saga has ended and Jonny Fly is back.. -End Scene- Former World Tag Team Champion(2x)
Former Eurasian Champion
Former World Champion (5x)
..Perfection..
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