Oh, sweet irony....

Corwin Havens goes down, Kent Strong re-appears, and Nicky Mills returns. Following a disastrous Destines Collide, Final Conquest was just what the doctor ordered for Jonny Fly. Not only did Fly put his rival Havens down for the count again, but he came face to face with the two people solely responsible for his previous downfall. With a years worth of revenge on his mind, Jonny Fly charges into August..

"The Ultimate Revenge"

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The suits were always the finest, the ideas were always brilliant, and the execution of them was always perfect.

Kent Strong was the personification of a businessman, and his business was wrestling. The pinnacle of his rise came when Jonny Fly appointed him to run TNT Wrestling.

And now..he walks alone down an empty street. He is in the grasps of a run down city, it's streetlights flickering all the way into the distance, it's stoplights only lighting up on red an yellow, and it's population nowhere to be found. Strong, for all his suave and coolness, seems nothing of the part. 

"JF: You have one week, Kent. One...fucking...week."

Ever since the fateful words were spoken Strong's life has been turned upside down. He doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, he drinks...a lot, and he has fled here, this decrepit old town, to hide. But in the back of Kent's mind, he knows it won't help. The plan was for Jonny Fly to never walk again, despite his instance against that notion. But Fly walks, and he's marked Strong, and declared revenge in "one week."

One week is up.

Strong stumbles to to the sidewalk, and pauses. He takes out a small, silver, canteen from the inside pocket of the tattered suit he's been wearing since we last seem him, and takes a swig. He downs the drink, slips the canteen back into it's pocket, and walks toward a door to his left. He pushes it open, and steps inside.

The scene has now moved into a dimly lit warehouse-like building. One light awkwardly hanging from the ceiling is all that provides us light. Strong moves from the door into the building to a chair to the left. The chair, which in it's day could of been found as part of a nice living room set, looks now like one you would find on the side of the street during trash day. It's fabric is worn, dirtied, and is littered with holes. He takes a seat in it, and begins untying his shoes before stopping..

Creeeaaakkk....

Strong slides off his second shoe, and sits straight up. The creak in the floor delivers a harsh reality to the man who orchestrated a shift of power in the wrestling community by urging his only client to leave UWA, and join TNT.

The harsh reality that it is time to pay for his actions.

Strong takes a deep sigh.

Kent Strong:

Has it been a week already, old friend?

With another loud creak, a figure emerges behind Kent Strong, still sitting in his chair. The clothes and body type signal Jonny Fly is here, but the shadow draped across the face prevents us from definitively knowing. A response is muttered..

???:

That it has, and I see that you've made good use of your time.

Strong lets out a small, weak, awkward laugh, and then dips into his suit pocket again and grabs the canteen. He takes a long swig from it before putting it back.

Say, do you remember that time we faked your retirement? You were World Champ, and we announced that instead of starting off the show as normal, we were going to have Draconis and Vetalo wrestle for your vacant title. You wanted some time off, I was just starting as Vice President, and Draconis seemed to be the heir apparent. The plan was to see Vetalo get the shit beat out of him by Alexi, for our amusement, but it backfired and the match ended with both of them holding the title! After that Vetalo's ego became huge, and he teamed with Rollin' to create The High Rollers! God I fucking hated them!

No memories, Kent. You pissed on them long ago.

Tell me something, why did you give me a week?

Only because of the match I had at Final Conquest. I knew I wouldn't be in the right condition to come find you for a while, and I wasn't going to have this go down at the show. I needed, however, to see you first, face to face, to put the tracker on you. Consider your week a present. Unfortunately, it seems you spent the time drinking it away. 

Wait, what tracker?

A hand reaches over Strong from behind him, and pulls a small black dot off of his suit. He puts it into Strong's hand.

Thanks for not changing suits for the last week.

Strong buries his head in his hands. He brings it back up slowly.

You know, for what it's worth Jonny, I was wrong. Nicky was wrong. The Dynasty and everyone that surrounded them was wrong. I'm sorry. God, am I sorry. I messed up a good thing. You were just so damn stubborn.

I don't doubt the sincerity of your apology, Kent. People reflect a lot better on their deathbed. What's been done, has been done, however. You know me, you know my philosophy about this sort of thing, and you know what awaits you because of that. I accept your apology, but nothing you say to escape the grasp of death will hold any effect on what happens to you. I owe you one, do I not? I repay my debts.

A rope emerges from under the coat of the figure standing behind Strong's chair.

It's time.

Strong dips back into his suit pocket again, and emerges with the canteen. He drains it, and then tosses it onto the ground.

I don't know how you do it. I never have.

And you never will. Get up.

Strong takes a deep sigh, slaps his hands on his knees and rises to his feet. He turns slowly, to meet...death...

The scene begins to fade from Strong's hideout. A small yelp from Strong punctuates the ending of the scene.

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One Day Later

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The scene fades in, in front of the Jonny Fly mansion in New York City. A Ford Crown Victoria has just pulled into the half-moon driveway, and stops in front of the large brick stairs that leads up to the front door of Fly's place. The two front doors open, and two men in black suits appear from the car. One of them is holding what looks like a magazine, only smaller. The two men walk up the steps, and ring the doorbell. 

A minute passes before the door is swung open. Wearing windbreaker pants, a plain white tee shirt, and a "Coors Light" hat, Jonny Fly stands before the two men. His face lights up at their sight. He lets out a laugh, and then extends his hand..

Jonny Fly:

Detectives Myers and Cooper, long time no see. Please, come in, surely you remember your way around.

Detective Myers:

We just need a moment of your time.

By all means, it's been a boring couple days here at the house, so the company is welcomed. Please, come into the living room, take a seat.

Myers follows behind Fly, followed by Cooper, who still holds his small magazine looking object. Fly walks down the hallway, takes a left, walks past his kitchen, and into the living room where many a TNT promo's have been held. Fly plops down on his loveseat, while the two detectives file in, and take a seat on the couch. Cooper immediately takes out a pen, and opens the magazine looking item, which is revealed to be a crossword puzzle book as he opens it. He begins working away at it.

Yesterday, just north of Chicago, a man discovered the body of Kent Strong hanging from the ceiling of an abandoned warehouse. 

Oh no!

Fly, who has done some acting throughout his career, looks as shocked as could be. He stands up from his chair, and begins to pace around the room.

Listen Jonny, everyone knows your not the "cleanest" of people out there, if you know what I mean. However, we've never been able to charge you with much of anything. I'm not here to accuse you, but after re-watching the TNT show from last week, you understand why this is the first place we'd go.

Oh, I understand. Perfectly. It does beg the question, however, why two New York detectives are involved in this.

Cooper here..

Myers looks over at his partner, who is still engrossed in his crossword.

Coop! What are you doing?

Oh, sorry! I just need one more word.

What's the clue?

"Who was the first casualty of the American Revolution?"

Crispus Attucks.

Oh, good...um..how do you spell that?

C..R...

Wait, can you just write it down for me? That'll be easier

Sure..

Cooper pulls out a piece of paper and Fly writes the name down on it, and gives it back to the detective. Cooper writes it into his blank, slips the piece of paper into his crossword book, and then closes the book.

Anyways, as I was saying, Coop got a call from a precinct just outside of Chicago asking for our support. They said it looked to be a suicide, but wanted us to check into you to cover all the bases. All I had to do was watch that show to decide I needed to take a visit. Would you like to explain?

Explain...that I didn't kill him? Listen, I hate Kent with a passion that you will never be able to understand. But I'm no idiot, and you two know that. Do you really think if I planned on killing him, I would of said what I said last week? The week ultimatum I gave him was to find a way to make things right as much as he could, before I made his life miserable.

Fly now again, takes a seat, back in the loveseat.

It is pretty weird that he's dead exactly a week after what you said.

No doubt man, that's freaky shit. However, if it's a suicide, maybe not so freaky. Kent was obviously on a downward spiral, but hanging himself, that's just nuts. Was there a note or anything?

Actually, ya, there was.

And let me guess, your going to compare it's handwriting with the paper I wrote Crispus Attucks on, right?

The two detectives look on in shock, caught, in their plan.

Huh. And to think, I was actually excited to see you guys. There's no doubting there's a past behind me, guys, and no doubt the three of us and this city have our history together, but coming into a man's house and pulling these stunts is uncalled for. I already told you guys I've been bored, here, since I got back from the show and the hospital. 

Ok, I'll be honest with you Fly. No more games. This has you written all over it. Revenge, your one week guarantee, and you use the fact that it would be idiotic to say so on television, and then do it still despite the obvious. You have a big enough ego to do that. 

And despite all that, it is still labeled as a suicide.

Can anyone confirm where you were yesterday?

No. Do I need someone to?

You may, and you may want to be in touch with a lawyer.

Fly gets up from his chair.

No need. Ya'll got nothing, and I didn't do anything. Ya'll know your way out. It's unfortunate this meeting had to turn out this way.

The detectives begin to move toward the kitchen toward the way out..

By the way. I don't think you'll need to be knowing how to spell Crispus Attucks anymore, so I'll be having that piece of paper back. 

Cooper reaches into his crossword book and gives the paper to Fly. The two detectives then turn, walk past the kitchen to the hallway, and then out the door again. They speak to each other on the outside.

So, what do you think?

He's right, other than a hunch, we have nothing. Were only supposed to look into Fly, not investigate him in full. Looks like it's going down as a suicide. Damn shame.

So what now?

It's Fly. He goes big or he goes home. If he's hell bent on revenge, he's got more people to go after than just Strong. He'll strike again. We just have to wait and see. 

The two detectives get back into their car, and drive away. The scene fades out from the Fly mansion.

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The scene opens in New York City. The darkness that surrounds us signals that it is nighttime in the big city. We are in an alley way following three figures as they move down the alley. The end of the alley is lit up, showing us that the three figures are walking toward a well lit street. The three figures have almost reached the street when they are stopped by a figure blocking their way. The camera zooms in and we quickly notice that the single person is Jonny Fly, and with the trademark DH on their matching jackets, it is easy to assume that the three other men are part of the famed Dynasty Hitmen group. 

Jonny Fly:

Now what would three fuck ups like yourselves be doing in my town?

One of the men responds to Fly..

DH #1:

Well if it isn't Jonny Fly. The all mighty equalizer, in the flesh. How's the legs, Jonny boy? Amazing how you've recovered.

You didn't answer my question.

DH #2:

It really doesn't need answered. Even an ego like yours surely doesn't think he owns the city of New York.

You boys picked the wrong week to be showing up in my backyard. You picked the wrong show to reappear with your boy Mills, and you picked the wrong guy to turn on, which by the way, we've yet to settle by my tally.

Step off Fly, don't be so protective, we have bigger fish to fry than a fucked up little bitch like you. Go back to your penthouse and leave us to our business.

I'm not going anywhere.

DH #3:

Jonny,  everytime you come out to a show, they show a banner on the screen behind you. It has a little "DH" logo in the bottom corner. Why is that?

Because I created you. I brought every last one of you out of depths of hell. Everytime you fucked up your tasks I would be the one covering your asses. You turned on me! With Mills, of all fucked up people to jump ship to! There is only one Dynasty, and there is only one Dynasty Hitmen, and he's going to work tonight!

With that Fly pops out a cigar from his pocket, and lights it up.

Is that right? What's the plan, Jonny, have everything come full circle? Watch the people that doubted you the most pay the ultimate price? Why don't you just face the facts, you would of done the same thing Kent, Nicky, and all of us did. You were ass deep in legal problems, things were spinning out of control, and then your career, the backbone of everything you had was labeled a fluke. Do you think Nicky wanted to play second fiddle to that? Would you have? Would you have stuck with a person who if he went down would take you with him? That's the choice Kent and the rest of the Hitmen were faced with. Be real, Fly, you'd of been the first one to bail that ship. 

Fly takes a step forward and gets right in the face of the first Hitmen.

There's a hole in your story. Read the name tag. I...don't...fail. I don't crack, I don't get caught, I don't fuck up, and I'll never go down I'm the closest thing to perfection that you'll ever see. It's like I told Kent, you bet against that. Would I have? Not a fucking chance. And no, to answer your question...I'm going to watch the people that doubted me pay the ultimate price, I'm going to deliver it.

Right here, right now?

Right here, right now. 

Humor me, Fly. There's three of us, and one of you. How do you plan that off. 

Fly smiles..

Take a sniff of the air around you, boys. That's not the New York streets, your "ass deep" in gasoline, and I'm smoking a cigar!

The three Hitmen members immediately start to look around. As they do that, Fly quickly pulls a .40 caliber military pistol out from under his jacket and fires three shots, one for each of the Hitmen's lower stomach. 

Tricked ya!

Fly tosses his cigar off onto the alley, and then pulls out three small metal contraptions from under his jacket. He puts them on the ground and then walks over to the bodies of the Hitmen, squirming on the ground in pain. He slides each one of them, on their belly, into a line on the side of the alley, with their head facing a small curb separating the alley from the building next to it on the right. Fly then picks up one of the metal contraptions..

This is how we are going to do this. What I have in my hand here, is your standard clamp. I'm going to clamp each one of your mouths to that curb...

As Fly says this he walks over toward a trash can 10 yards down the alley, and emerges with a baseball bat. He walks over to the first hitmen.

..and then I'm going to take this bat, with you mouth clamped around the curb, and drive your teeth into the back of your brain. If your lucky, the impact of my home run swing will break your neck immediately. Rest easy boys, good knowing you.

With that Fly begins to clamp the first Hitmen's mouth to the curb, amidst his screams...The scene begins to fade out from the alley, before coming to culmination with the sound of Fly's first strike.....

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