The storied past of Jonny Fly was shown to the world just two nights ago. But does that mean that the haunting images have all of a sudden left from Fly's head? No. In fact, as Jonny told his dad one day, he has a so called "flashback" almost every night. They no longer scare him, though they used to, now it is more of a reminder of his roots. Let's take a look at what's going on in his head tonight. ?

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FADE IN

The scene fades in, in Jonny Fly's RV. He is in his bedroom, noticcably sleeping under his blankets peacefully. But is he really...

The scene switches to January 24th, in the year 2000. It appears to be nightime on the streets of New York.  The streets are lined with a fresh snow, seemingly just fallen, as no tire, or foot tracks are seen in them. We cut to the front of the convienent store we seen Jonny Fly last time. From outside, we look inside the store, to see Jonny Fly himself, in a younger form, paying for something. He walks out, bag in hand..and begins to walk down the street.

Fly walks for what seems likes hours, though the time elapsed is just over 4 minutes. Fly walks past cars, street signs, and people sitting on benches..and finally stops at a bench where Ray Jenkings is sitting. Fly takes a seat next to him.

Fly: You wanted to talk?

Ray: Yea man. See, I was doing my thing, you know dancing. I made like 6 dollars you know, but then these 2 dudes came up and started hasseling me, you know? And one guy pinned me up against a wall, while the other reached into my pocket, and stole the money man! I'm out again for the second straight week! I gotta eat!

Jonny Fly reaches into his bag he got from the grocer, and pulls out a apple. He hands it to Ray.

Fly: Here man. I bought extra again.

Ray: I don't get it, you get extra money, and I get mugged! I don't know man, you got some talent.

Fly: Ah, I'm just lucky. I could get mugged tonight for all I know. It's just life man, but who said we coudn't live it up?

Ray: What are you talking about man? Your not thinking to..

Fly: Yes, I am. And your coming with me. Now what did they look like? Do I know them?

Ray: Jonny, don't worry about it. It's over. I'll make more money. Just forget it.

Fly: Man, do you know me? You know that's not happening. Now c'mon, work with me, do I know them?

Ray: Yea, you probally do.

Fly: Then who the hell are they man?

Ray: (Sigh) It was Jeff and Robby.

Fly: You mean the gangsters? You know, "What up my hommies"..those guys? You let them take your money!

Ray: Jonny.

Fly: What?

Ray: I'm not like you. I don't walk around looking for fights.

Fly: That's your problem. Do you know where you are man? Your in hell. People are taking advantage of you, and were putting a stop to it. Now you with me, or am I doing this alone?

Ray: What exactly are you doing?

Fly: Getting our money back. Now let's roll.

Jonny Fly and Ray Jenkings begin to walk across the street into an alley. They walk the full distance of the alley, take a left, and walk down another, darker, alley. They know come to little houses. Apartment like things. Fly and Jenkings walk the into the Apartment complex, walk on through the roads taking lefts and rights, and finally up to an house numbered 4D. Fly knocks on the door.

A big black guy opens the door, the man is obviously high.

Fly: Crack smoker's escort. I'm taking your asses to jail!

Ray: Oh great..

Man: You know who I am little man?

Fly: The question should be do I give a damn!

Man: Alright boy, why are you here?

Fly: You stole some money from my friend, and your now gonna give it back.

Man: I took's Ray's money. So why you in my face?

Fly: He's my friend.

Man: Oh, I get it now. That's Ray, so you must be neighborhood hot-head Jonny Fly! No kidding. I'm honored.

Fly: That's it..

Fly rears back and throws a punch that hits the man square in the jaw. He falls backwards into the house. Healring the rukus, his brother, most likey Greg by the name printed on the jacket, comes running into the doorway. Fly levels him too with an uppercut. The man grabs onto Jonny Fly's leg, taking him to the ground with him.

Ray Jenkings, jumps on the first man we seen at the door, and he tries to get to his feet. Jenkings begins to kick at the mans arm, trying to get him to fall from the crounching position he is in. Fly, scrambles over to the guy, Greg, who took him down, and begins to yank at his head in a manouver that looks like Fly wants to literally "rip his head off." The man grabs Fly's arm, and yanks him over top of his head, and onto the floor of the house. He gets to his feet.

Fly squirms around on the floor, until the man comes down hard with a boot to Fly's nose. Fly's nose begins to squish out with blood.

Fly: You bastard! Homeless don't get hospitals..

As Fly screams this, police roll up to the house, hearing the noise. FLy sees them, and lands a punch right to the man he's fighting's "balls." The man falls to the floor overtop a now bloody laden Ray Jenkings. Fly spots this as well..Policemen force into the doorway..

Fly: RAY!

Officer: What's going on here?

Fly: Call an abulance, quick! My friend Ray is hurt.

Officer: Maybe you shoudn't off got into a fight. Now cuff em boys..

Nearly a half dozen officers force their way into the room, and begin to cuff the four men in the doorway. The camera begins to fade on the scene..

We now open up, into a holding cell at the New York City jail. We Jonny Fly and Ray Jenkings, still bloody, alone in the cell talking.

Fly: What happened man?

Ray: What? Where you not there or something?

Fly: Yea, but I was slighty preoccupied.

Ray: I'll tell ya straight man, I got the shit kicked out of me.

Fly: I see that.

Ray: C'mon man, now aint the time for jokes. How we gonna get ourselves out of here?

Fly: Ah, don't worry about it. The jails are probally better than the streets anyway. Were straight.

Ray: Yea, until we get assraped..now how we gonna get out of here?

Fly: Why do I have to make the plan?

Ray: Because your the genious who started the fight. Why'd you do that anyway?

Fly: Damn man. I thought you'd be happy. Your too uptight.

Ray: Why would I be happy when I'm sitting in a jail cell.

Fly: It's not a jail cell, it's a holding cell. You should be happy because of this..

Fly begins to dig into his pocket, and emerges with exactly 6 dollars in his hand.

Ray: Your kidding!

Fly: Did I not say I was gonna get your money back? I don't lie.

Ray: You sure have unusual methods of getting things done.

Fly: But I get them done. I got your money back, and I doubt they ever try to take it again. Now be happy, will ya?

Ray: Not until I'm out of this place. It's freezing in here!

Fly: It's colder out there man!

Ray: True.

Fly: Listen, I'm gonna try to talk to them. Maybe if they knew were homeless. I'll be right back. Sit tight.

Ray: Not going anywhere.

Fly walks up to the edge of the bar, and calls for one of the officers sitting near him. The man gets up from his seat, reluctantly, and walks over to Fly. Fly, begins to talk to the man, and judging by the hand movements, is explaining to him what happened. The officer listens intently, then finally calls for one of the other officers nearby. Hw whispers something into the other officers ear. The man then gets out a set of keys and opens up the door of the cell..

Officer: Alright your free. But be careful.

Fly: Sweet man, thanks. Let's roll Ray.

Ray: How'd you pull this one off?

Fly just smiles, and ignores the question as if it where never asked. The camera begins to fade with the 2 men walking out of the cell.

We now fade back to the streets, the next day. The snow has now turned to a black mush, and is almost completely melted. We are in an alley. From the other end of the alley, we see a man, with a crowd around him, breakdancing. The smooth move of the man's hands and feet captures the audience's attention..and his skillful "moves" capture the crowds money. We walk in closer to see that the man is no less than Jonny Fly. Fly ends his show, grabs the money left on the ground, and begins to walk the other way.

Fly walks down the alley, to another. He walks down that one, which runs into a main street. Fly begins to walk up the street. Fly approaches a pawn shop, and walks in it.

Inside the shop, at the counter is Ray Jenkings, and the clerk. Ray turns and sees Fly..

Ray: Done already?

Fly: Yea. I made enough early to quit. So did you get them for me?

Ray: Am now.

Ray turns back to the clerk, as Fly joins him at the counter. On the counter, being rung up, is what looks to be a boquet of flowers. The flowers are rung up, then put into a bag, and given back to Ray, who hands them to Jonny. Jonny pulls out the money he just made, and hands it to Ray.

Fly: Thanks again man. This means alot to me.

Ray: No problem. We gonna go now, or what?

Fly: Yea. I suppose we could.

Fly and Ray Jenkings walk out of the pawn shop. They begin walking up the street again. Cars, busus, and bicycles past us on the right. To the left, is a park. There are kids playing on the swingsets, and slides. Fly looks over, grins, and then crosses the street. On the other end of the street is a graveyard. Fly and Ray enter it. They walk up the path for about a minute, then turn off to the left. Fly and Ray weave through the gravestones and finally stop in front of one. We notice the name "Ned" on the gravestone. Fly sets down the bouquet of flowers at the head of the gravestone.

Fly: He was a good man Ray. He tought me how to live when my parents left.

Ray: I know man. I know.

Fly: Thanks again for coming with me. It really means alot. After yesterday, I'm afraid somone is gonna try to jump me or something.

Ray: Yea, I feel the same way.

Fly: Let's try to forget about them though. I didn't come here to talk about them.

Fly takes a knee in front of the grave. He begins to straighten up around the grave as he talks to Ray.

Fly: I remember one time. Me and Ned went out to a river up North. He wanted to teach me how to fish. So we packed and all, took the bait and rods..and went up North. Man, it was a terrible sight. I coudn't even hold the rod the right way for the first hour or so. But nevertheless, like magic, as the day went on I got better. And by the time we left I had caught a fish.

Ray: You know how to fish?

Fly: Not real well, but yea, I can fish. I'll teach ya someday.

Ray: Someday. Maybe when we get the hell out of here. As usual.

Fly: That'd be fun man. To just head up there for a day. That's the life.

Ray: One I wish I had. Man, seems like we say that alot.

Fly: Don't hurt to dream. Especially in out position. We can't do no worse.

Ray: You could put it that way.

Fly: Well let's go. This is bringing back too many memories.

Fly and Ray take one last look at the grave, then begin to make their way to the exit of the graveyard. They reach it, leave the graveyard, and begin to walk back up the street. They walk for about 4 minutes, before the men from the other night emerge on the sidewalk in front of them.

Ray: Oh shit.

Man: You little punks got us in alot of trouble with your little story. Now what do you have to say?

Fly: Don't mess with Jonny Fly. That's what I got to say. You think that yoy can just go around and take money we worked for, worked for! We didn't go around selling drughs like you bastards..we worked for that! And got it back. So move along.

Man: Well isn't that cute. You worked for it. Tell me hotshot, does it look like I give a fuck?

Ray: It doesn't.

Man: Nobodys talking to you boy. I'm talking to hotshot.

Fly: I really don't care what you think. We got the money..

Man: Not for long boy..

As the man raises his fist to punch Fly, we begin to hear the sound of Fly's alarm blaring..*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*..Fly rises from the bed..

Fly: Oh shit! I gotta get to WCW Headquaters! 10 bucks say those inferior bastards are already trying to lay into me...

Fly races out of his bed in the direction of his closet to get ready..

FADE OUT

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Like I've said all along. Fly's past is storied. And having these dreams every single night does little to help him forget the pain. One of these days Jonny is just gonna break open, and release all this frustration, rage, and overall hate. It may not be in the ring where it could be used as an advantage, but some day, some way, Fly is just gonna bust open. He's gonna.