“Th’ more things change, th’ more they stay the same, and th’ more things stay the same, th’ further behind I get.  Who’s idea was this shit and why didn’t anyone who’s s’posed to be watchin’ my back say anything?  I been lookin’ like a fool for weeks now, man, how’d that happen?”

Diane Parker couldn’t think of anything to say.

“I don’t know, Jon.”

“Yeah, course you don’t know.”

Jonny Booya was pissed off, pacing back and forth.

“What I do know is that when the Bo signed us up for this Defiance 2.0 thing, this was s’posed to be MY TURN.  Jeff’s had a couple different World Titles, Brad and Jay won themselves some World Tag Titles at least, and what do I get?  I don’t begrudge no one their success, but I do begrudge it when the people who’re s’posed to be backin’ me walk out on me cos of Claira St. Sure gettin’ a bunch of easy matches and buildin’ a win streak.”

It was out, and Diane didn’t know what to do.  Her job on the Truly Untouchables wasn’t very well defined, she was a manager and a coordinator, and she’d been able to smooth things out when Jonny got mad at Claira, but this was the first time since she’d joined the T-UTs that anyone had had a problem with the boss.

“Maybe…” she said slowly, “This is one of those things where Kai’s trying to teach you something without telling you what he’s teaching because he thinks you’ll learn better if you figure it out on your own.”

“Well if this was a regular season that’d be one thing but this is a tournament and we don’t got time to learn that way if it’s gonna make me lose matches!  Besides, he’s not making Claira do anything like that.”

“Have you tried to call him?”

It was a simple question, but Jonny didn’t answer.

After silence, Diane asked again.

“Did you try to call him yet?”

“I ain’t gonna.  If I’m payin’ him part of my salary to manage me, it’s his job to manage me, not my job to make him do it.  Fuck this, I’m goin’ out.”

And just like that, Jonny Booya had stormed out of the building.

***

“An’ this is th’ part where I address Jimmy Kort.”

Jonny Booya, in his customary all black, is seated on a steel folding chair in front of a black backdrop.

“Jimmy, y’know, I kinda wish it wasn’t us meeting up.  Not that I don’t respect what you can do in the ring.  But Evolution League, man, I’m sure you done noticed that it ain’t so much a wrestling federation or a wrestling brand as it is a whole buncha ‘heels’ tryin’ to measure their dicks all the time.  You ‘n me, we just about the only ones on the show ain’t goin in for that.”

“So why’re we fightin’ each other?”

“I know, cos it’s a tournament, cos everyone’s gotta fight a wide variety of opponents.  An’ cause Elijah Goldman don’t like neither of us, I’m damn sure he remembers when you shot him in the face with a hotsauce loaded squirt gun.  Good stuff man.”

Jonny cracks his knuckles.

“Like I said, Jimmy, I ain’t got nothin’ against you, an’ I ain’t exactly glad you’re the guy I’m in the ring with.  But if you ain’t been around for the tournament, maybe you dunno this, but I started out this thing runnin’ in the top ranks.  And I been slippin’ lately.  Luckily, Dan Ryan got his ass fined some points an’ so I’m still third, but I cain’t afford no more losses.”

“I gotta put you down, Jimmy, an’ I don’t mean no specific harm by it, but I’m aimin’ to put you down as quick as possible.

Standing up, Jonny nods at the camera and then exits screen right.
 

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