It's Going Down..

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The scene fades in, in New York City. A light drizzle pelts the pavement below us. Darkness surrounds the area. It's broken up slightly by a dim streetlight in the distance. We are in an alley hugged to the left and right by old brick buildings. A set of footsteps is heard behind us. Appearing from the darkness comes the ghastly looking face of Jonny Fly. Fly is wearing a large trenchcoat that hides most of his body. He suddenly stops. Rain begins to well up on his jacket.

A clicking sound is heard.

Two men jump out from a trash container by one of the buildings and hold guns up to Jonny Fly's head. Several men circle around Fly from behind him while snipers take aim from the rooftops of the building. By now there's a ring of men surrounding Fly, holding guns to him. A man breaks through the lines. We notice it to be, immediately, Tom from Ridder's Cash Loans. The personal hitman

[Tom]

Well, well. Look what I found.

[Jonny Fly]

You didn't find shit. I came over here looking for you.

Yea, and let me guess, everyone of us is going to be lying on this pavement with bullets in our head before the sun rises, right?

Now your getting it.

A chorus of laughs rings out from the men. Fly turns around looking at the men with no signs of humor on his face. He is clearly serious about the threat.

I know it's hard to comprehend this for a man such as you whose spent his entire life never following law or rules and never once getting slapped on the wrist. But you are going to pay for what you have done to us. Hear that? The great Jonny Fly is going to be no more after tonight.

That's where you wrong. You may be able to kill me tonight. I stress may. But you'll never end me. My legacy will go on forever. And rest assured, when your time comes, I'll be the man waiting in hell for you. Your not going to have you little army then are you. Son, I'm going to beat your ass for an eternity. Think about that for the rest of your pathetic puppet like life. 

Puppet? What the fuck are you talking about.

Here ya go, for the slow people. Your Ridder's little puppet. You do all his dirty work? And what do you get out of it? What if your caught? You think he's going to take the fall? No. It's blood on your hands, it's your life that's over.

Shut the fuck up!

You know I'm right. I've been face to face with death many times. I've been in more pressing situations that this, my friend. You guys don't scare me. I'm Jonny Fly. I am Wrestling. I am Sports Entertainment. I cannot be killed. Jonny Fly will live forever. Your bullets will not kill me. I invite you to shoot, it's an invitation.

Tom pulls out a pistol from his jacket and shoves it into Fly's stomach.

I..said..shut the fuck up! You see, we still have a little business to attend to. If your smart, you can spare yourself here. You give us the money right now, or we'll let you live. You don't, your 6 feet under by Monday. 

And what's to say that you don't kill me after I tell you where the money is? I'm not a freaking retard. I know how you guys work. You have no intentions of letting me go. 

Your just going to have to take our word.

Ha! You word isn't going to make me hand you over 13 million dollars. 

What, you want me to put it in writing?

You'll just rip it up after you kill me. How about we try this one on for size. Your not getting your money. I said I'd pay within a year, this is the third month. Which means your going to have to kill me without getting that little bonus.

My job is to kill you or get the money. Your not going to pay me the money, fine, then there is only one thing left to do.

Tom begins to walk away. Fly stops him.

I'll be seeing you in hell then.

Tom turns around slowly.

Keep it warm for me, will ya?

With that Tom disappears behind the circle of people leaving only Fly and Tom's men. They simultaneously cock their guns back and raise them to Fly's head. Fly holds his hands up in the air..

Hold on guys. Don't get trigger happy on me just yet. I want to let you guys in on a little secret. Your surrounded. One wrong move, and a raise of my hand, and your all history.

The men look around, not seeing anyone. They return their gaze to Jonny Fly.

Do you really think I would just walk into this alley with no backup? Do you really think I'm that stupid? Me? Jonny Fly? And do you really think your going to be able to see them? What would be the purpose of that? I'm giving you one chance to leave. Flee, or die.

Nobody moves.

I'll give you a five count..

1..

Nobody moves.

2..

Nobody moves.

3..

Nobody moves.

4..

Nobody moves.

5..

Nobody moves. Fly begins to raise his arm when fire from Tom's men rings out into the night sky. Fly's body begins to shake from the bullets. The firing stops. Fly drops to his knees, arm still halfway outstretched into the air. Fly, with one last movement, raises his arm all the way into the air before falling headfirst onto the pavement.

Shots begin to ring from both buildings to the left and right of the alley. Snipers from the rooftops become the initial targets as men fall from the roof to the street below in chronological fashion. The men in the streets immediately scatter to both sides of the alley, pressing themselves up against the buildings and firing across the street where their attackers lay hidden. 

Men fall little by little in the streets and gunfire from inside the buildings becomes less and less noisy symbolizing casualties on both ends. From one of the windows appears a man with a rocket launcher cocked on his shoulder. He fires it across the street toward two of Tom's men. It hits them square on, but the man is shot down by another man before he can disappear back into the window. 

Another one of Tom's soldiers grabs a grenade from his jacket, undoes the pin, and then tosses it into a window two stories above him. It explodes a second later. The explosion sends one of Fly's men out of the window smack down to the street. A pistol is fired at him, ending his misery. More fighting goes on, and more and more people go down. By now, one person remains camped behind a dumpster in the alley. Inside the building, telling by the gunfire, only one man remains as well.

The two men trades shots for some time. Fly's man see's most of his shot bounce off the dumpster, while Tom's man never has a clear shot to shoot allowing all of his shots to bounce of the building. Suddenly Fly's man appears in the window with a Grenade Launcher in hand. He presses the trigger at the same time Tom's soldier pops out from the dumpster. 

The grenade fly's into the dumpster as Tom's man sends two bullets through the head of Jonny Fly's man. Fly's man falls from the window as the dumpster explodes sending shrapnel and debris back into the Ridder Soldier. As the dust settles, the man is seen to be dead, forced back into the brick structure that was behind him. The camera fades around the alley and up the walls of the brick building viewing the carnage...

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The scene now goes to another place in New York. This time we find ourselves by Ridder's Cash Loans. We enter the building and immediately walk toward the meeting room. We enter the room to see Mr. Ridder sitting at the head of the meeting table, next to Tom, who is gasping for breath as if he had just run back from somewhere. Tom gains his composure, and then begins to speak..

The deed has been completed, sir.

[Mr. Ridder]

And then money? Do you have it?

Fly continued his refusal to hand it over. I made the decision to just be done with it. We'll have to make up for the losses in other areas. No doubt, this will send a message to our clients that we don't mess around.

Perhaps. However we may have to have some cutbacks these first couple months. Losing 13 million dollars isn't really a step forward. However, I'm glad he got his due. Many thanks to you.

It's my job. We should receive a call any minute confirming that Fly is one with the worms now.

They are obviously unaware of the happenings after Tom left in the alley.

Outstanding. I only hope that this does not backfire on us. Fly has a great following, and is a very respected man. We'll have to tighten security. No doubt someone will be stupid enough to try to get payback.

The men and I will squash them like a bug. I see no effects from this. Just a problem taken care of on our end. I don't even know how people are going to find out about it!

You guys went on live TV looking for him. Then he dies in the middle of an alley from god knows how many bullets in him, people will assume. And they will be assuming right. We should expect a call or visit from the police. I trust that you pay them off for me once again?

Yes sir. I'll take care of it. 

Good. Now to other things. Tomorrow we have a meeting with the Lee's concerning another loan. They have already taken out two, and then second is not fully paid back. Them wanting to take out another leaves me very unconfident that they'll pay back the first. I expect that you will pay them a visit and put a little pressure on them..

A knock interrupts Ridder.

Uh, yes, who is it?

The man on the other side of the door answers.

[Man]

I have your dinner.

Ah yes, come on in.

The door swings open and a small balding man comes into the room. He comes in pushing a cart with covered dishes of foot on them. He wheels the cart over to where the two men are sitting and stops. He unloads the cart spreading the food out around the table area of Ridder. He quickly exits the room leaving the cart.

That's weird. Anyway, as I was saying, the Lee's have left me in another tough situation. They've always been loyal to us and good with returning the money. Go there and make sure that..

At this point Mr. Ridder has reached for his plate of food uncovering it. To his deadly surprise instead of food on the plate what is seen is some sort of homemade bomb. The timer on it begins to click down from five..

HOLY SHIT!

BOOM!

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