It’s a few weeks before Anarchy takes place in Kezar Pavilion in San Francisco California as the camera fades in to a wide aerial shot of Los Angeles. The sun hangs high over the city, casting a golden glow across the city and more importantly a rooftop parking structure as the wind brushes lightly across the open space but standing near the edge is no other than daredevil himslef , Super Fly, Slic Ric James.
He’s dessed head to toe in a stunt rider’s gear that’s the color of red and gold accents , while a motor sport motorcycle sits behind him, angled toward a professional stuntman ramp that leads straight to the edge and across from it… another parking structure that very far in distance almost three football fields worth of distance but it is a makable jump, But only if everything goes right.

Ric James: Look at that distance, From where your pov this probably look crazy.
It’s too far, too risky, too many things that could go wrong and any average person with a sane mind would shake their head and alway away.
He smirks.

Ric James: Matter fact… if we keep it real? This a one outta three type of situation so I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t like those odds but you see the thing is…
He pauses

Ric James: Your boy asked for an opportunity on Anarchy and the suits responded by putting me in a situation where the odds are stacked against me , three former Champions but let me make something clear.
He looks over at the edge again before looking back at the camera.

Rick James: I got too much soul not to be able to make a jump like this , just like I got too much soul too lose to Vanilla ice and the pussy cat dolls you dig, you see you can put Super Fly against one Champ and they get the business, you put him against two they gonna get got but you put Slic Ric in the ring with three then I’m going to stand on business and hitem with a pimp hand so Slic that by the time they wake up they’ll be lookin at the lights as I bass in my glory.
Slic pauses.

Ric James: You see just like every stunt I ever done has been an obstacle set in front of me that other wouldn’t dare bet their life on like I would because they ain’t got the souls like I do. The same would that going to carry me across that ledge is going to be the same soul that’s going get me through this three on one match up.
He starts to put his helmet on while walking towards the bike.

Ric James: Because like I said before I’m done being humbled and waiting behind other people that I know I can outshine if giving the opportunity, and if the suits won’t give it to me and want to play games by throwing the three stooges my way then I guess I gotta snap, crackle and pop they ass up out of here to get them to see Super Fly seriously, I guess I gotta used these soul steppers to step on some toes around here and ruffle some feathers to get that spotlight.
He gets on too got he bike.
Ric James: You see the three of you out together is nothing more than a one hit wonder act that had one good song and now you travel from promotion to promotion trying to reclaim that ole glory but just like your last few weeks in the XWF the same result is going to continue because it doesn’t matter that’s it’s three on one because I’m goin to smack ya , stack ya for the one , two , three and bounce your ass back to catering.

He pauses.

Ric James: And I get you three saw the card and thought this is our moment to get a win over the new talked about Star on Anarchy , you three put those pea sized brains together and thought this going to be our chance to send a message at my expense but oh no my three class group this isn’t a make a wish event to get you over while I take a back seat.


He starts up the bike and reves the engine.


Ric James: You see I ain’t paying no dues and waiting on my time just because I’m new , as you say John my time is now and I’m done waiting in line, I’m about to cut the line and offend everyone on the Anarchy roster . It doesn't matter if you are John Blade, and the Hixx or the Anarchy Champion Miss Fury herself , I’m coming for everyone’s food on their plate because I’m starving and my soul gotta eat.


Ric James beats on his chest as he pulls his visor on his helmet down and then just like that he takes off , building momentum as he goes faster and faster as he heads toward the edge and the he launches into the air. The camera cuts to slow motion, Ric and the bike soaring across the gap. For a second It looks like he might not make it across but then BOOM. The tires hit the other side and the bike skids slightly before straightening out. Ric rides forward a few feet then stops and takes off the helmet and looks directly into the camera. A confident grin spreading across his face.

Ric James: And just like I just beat those odds I’m going to beat the three stooges