The plane has landed! After nearly 7 hours on the plane, Jonny Fly and his company Sophie got off the plane. At the airport Jonny bought a map, and Sophie led him to the hotel, where both of them got rooms and unpacked. For te last 2 hours or so Jonny and Sophie have been walking around London. Fly got his first tour of the arena, and scheduled a tour for tonight, they also went into nearly every tinker shop in town, as well as various cultural stores, musuems, and even spent some time at the hotels gameroom...now..they are still walking around the streets, Sophjie trying to get Fly to join here in the tinker shops..and Jonny trying to find a bar. The ultimate man vrs. woman tug-a-war..lets pickup the scene.
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FADE IN
The scene fades in on a light red brick sidewalk on the right side of a London street. Fly and Sophie are walking and talking, using there hands as much as ther mouths..and sometimes bending over laughing at a joke. They walk past bakerys, cloth stores, little trinkit shops, just laughing and having a good time..
Fly: So where are we going woman? We went to the arena..we did the hotel thing..whats next?
Sophie: I believe you said you'd buy me dinner! If I'm not mistaken..
Fly: Don't worry your mistaken, I said I was hungry..now what does that have to do with you? Your a fan..I appreciate that, but I can't have these distractions..I don't want any realationship or whatever..
Sophie: What? I just said dinner! No..you said dinner on the plane! I was just..
Fly: What, you think I led you on? Listen, I had a good time, it was great to spend some time with a fan..but I got business to take care of here..so please, go back to the hotel!
Sophie: You bastard! You used me!
Sophie swings her purse at Jonny, but Fly swats it away and Sophie leaves..obviously pissed. Fly look a little sad until he looks to his left reading a sign "London Sportsbook." Fly walks over and enters. Inside things are rather quite..Fly walks over to the counter..
Fly: Ya'll do wrestling bets?
Man: Only when there is an event in town, and lucky you..we have one this week! So..what can I do for you?
Fly: Good. I think I'll take Fly over Sparks for 10,000 dollars. Wait..what are the odds..
Man: Um, let me check my sheet..lets see here..right, ok..Sparks is favored lightly. My comment box tells me that people don't think Fly has it in him anymore..and Sparks is the new breed of wrestling!
Fly: New brred of wrestling? That's me..DAMMIT!
Man: Excue me?
Fly: Did I say that out loud?
Man: I think you did. Are you some sort of wrestler?
Fly: Yea..amatuar. I'm looking forward to that watch because Fly taught me how to wrestle.
Man: Oh, I see..well anyways, you want the bet or not?
Fly: Yea sure give me the forms to fill out.
Man: Alright..anything else I can do for you?
Fly: Yea..the Hardcore match. Give me money..say 2,000 dollars on Shadow
Man: He train you too?
Fly: No, but I'm looking to get some fast cash, and Shadow is the only guy I respect in that whole UWA.
Man: Ok..here are the forms for that. You better have the money by sunday if you lose!
Fly: Don't worry I'm good for it!
Fly finishes signing the forms, shows the man his ID, and books out of there..back onto the light red brinck sidewalk. He begins to walk..and walk..and walk..until he reaches a bar, he goes in and takes a seat.
Bartender: Hello there sir, what cabn I get for you?
Fly: I just made a 12,000 dollar bet, actually two totaling that much..I need something hard.
Bartender: Ah, I got the ticket!
The bartender walks away breifly and comes back with a glass of a pinkish drink..
Fly: Whats this? It looks lie pepto bismo.
Bartender: No..much better. My specialty..go ahead, take a sip!
Fly takes a sip..his eyes light up, he starts to shake his head..
Fly: Damn..that is strong! Shit..
Bartender: Well..other than that is it good?
Fly: Yea man, give me another shot of it..
Bartender: Sorry, but I'll have to see some ID first, I wasn't gonna card you..but you look kinda young..
Fly: Your right..I'm 19. I'm a professional wrestler though..I needed that!
Bartender: Well..you best be going, cops are all over this place! Anything illegal goes on..there on top of it! So you best get..
Fly: OK, sorry about any trouble.
Bartender: Don't worry about it for now, but if anyone comes around..I'm pointing it on you..
Fly: Alright..thats fair. Thanks for the drink, it really was good.
Bartender: Yea..Yea..you best be going.
Fly walks back outside feeling pretty degected..and hungry. His cell phone rings..he picks it up..
Fly: Dad! Where are you?.....already?.....and the RV?...yea I know, thanks...well I was worried...yea I tried calling oyu, coudn't get through...oh, you were talking to your ho's...should of known....yea I'm just playing...alright I'll be right over...sweet...get some beer!..alright, bye.
Fly hangs up the phone and begins to walk in the direction of the hotel..
SCENE FADE
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The Blak Baron is in London. Yes..already. It seems that he decided to not stay around for Rampage either..he left the RV at the airport and headed for London an hour after Jonny..that being the main reason Fly coudn't get him..he was on a plane. Anyways..both of them met back at the hotel for a fun night..without the woman..without wrestling..and certainly no distractions on the eve of Fly's return match. 4 hours later Fly hit the sack dreaming sweet dreams..."Jonny Fly goes to the top rope, he jumps off..THE FLY SWATTER! IT'S OVER...JONNY FLY IS BACK...
