Post by vincejones on Feb 27, 2015 22:32:10 GMT -6
The camera fades into the night time streets of Topeka, Kansas at precisely 901 Southwest Robinson Avenue, the location of a Holiday Inn Express. All of a sudden a red taxi cab comes pulling up alongside the curb. The cabbie hops out and quickly hustles his way to the curbside passenger door. He opens up the door and outsteps Jasmine "The Crown Jewel of Wrestling". She takes a look around and appears quite a bit disappointed with her surroundings.
Jasmine: Well, we sure as hell are not in New Yawk anymore.
All of a sudden she jumps a bit as hand from inside the cab gives her a hearty shove. She turns around and looks back inside the cab taken back a bit by the passenger's hastiness.
Jasmine: Watch it in there!
All of a sudden Vince Jones' voice can be heard growling from the back seat of the cab.
Vince Jones: Yo! You can sightsee the fuck laytah, Jazzie! Mahfuckas tryna get out this damn cab and shit!
Jasmine begrudgingly slides out of the way as Vince Jones pushes his way out of the cab followed along by his brother, Keshawn Jones, and his agent Reno Banks. Jasmine puts her hands on her hips and just glares back at Vince Jones shaking her head.
Jasmine: So, was all that really necessary, V??
Vince Jones glares back at her in rage.
Vince Jones: Yo! V'll be the mahfucka that decides what the fuck is necessary or not! Aight?? You got that, Jazzie?
Jasmine steps up in Vince's face in defiance.
Jasmine: And what you gonna do?? What you gonna do, huh??
Vince Jones hauls back and is about to slap her square across the face; but, Keshawn immediately slides in between the two of them and shoves Vince back.
Keshawn Jones: Really, V? You tryin' to catch a case like Ray Rice and shit out here in Kansas or somethin? C'mon, man!
Vince snarls back at his brother.
Vince Jones: Why you all up in yo mans business here, huh?? What happens, happens! Aight??
Vince is about to turn away, but Keshawn snatches him by the arm and turns him back around.
Keshawn Jones: Hey! I'm just lookin' out for you! We blood!
Reno Banks slides over with a fake smile plastered across his face.
Reno Banks: Hey now...how about we make our way inside so we can get checked in. I don't know about you two, but after that long flight I'm ready to hit that bed hard and get some sleep. I mean you can't soar without a good night's rest. And when you...
Reno points at Vince.
Reno Banks: ...me...
Reno points at himself.
Reno Banks: ...and the rest of us start flying we're flying...
Vince Jones quickly interjects.
Vince Jones: Not right now, bruh! Not right now! Let's just get the fuck inside.
Reno Banks shrugs his shoulders.
Reno Banks: Very well.
Vince marches past Jasmine and shoots her a glare.
Vince Jones: You and yo mans gonna take care of business laytah!
Jasmine: (rolling her eyes) Whateva...you just need to chill out a bit, V!
Vince Jones: Jasmine, will you...
Keshawn rushes over and pats Vince on the back in an attempt to calm him down a bit.
Keshawn Jones: Bruh, you need to calm down! I know you got big things going on at Tragic Engagement; but, you really gettin' all psysed up and shit! Its only Amy Zing! That lil broad can't stand up to you! Fuck! You already polished off that bitch once! What's a second go round and shit?? The win's in the bag! So relax...
Vince Jones rolls his eyes at the thought and just shakes his head.
Vince Jones: Yeah! Yeah... you right, man! But its not Amy Zing that's got Jonesy psysed and shit here! Its that mahfuckin' Crusha Helix that's really fuckin' with yo mans here! Its like that mahfucka always knows exactly what to say to really get at V and shit! Pisses V the fuck and shit!
Keshawn looks Vince in the eye.
Keshawn Jones: Well, its nothin' to worry about, son! Helix not here! We in the clear! Now let's just go inside, get shit togetha, and go to sleep. Sounds good??
Vince nods his head in agreement.
Vince Jones: We can do that. We can do that.
Keshawn Jones: (chuckles to himself and smiles) Good! Now let's get going...
Keshawn, Jasmine, and Reno all follow along behind Vince Jones and make their way to the front entrance and through the doorway into the front lobby of the Holiday Inn.
Familiar Voice: Well, its about damn time you all showed up! I thought I was gonna be camping out here in the lobby tonight!
Vince's eyes grow wide with fury and Keshawn and Jasmine both look in surprise and disappointment. The camera pans and catches sight of none other than "The Human Highlight" Crusher Helix who is sitting in a chair in the lobby shaking his head in disappointment and pointing at his rolex.
Vince Jones: You've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' V here! What the fuck you doin' here, huh? We thought we left yo bitch ass back in New Yawk!
Vince slams his bags down on the floor and immediately turns towards Reno Banks who appears a bit sheepish at the moment.
Vince Jones: RENO, you serious?? C'mon, man!
Reno Banks: Well, I'm a busy man, Vinnie! I'm a busy man. For cryin' outloud I'm an agent, an agent of the stars at that, and I had to do a little bit of mult-talking. Schedule got a little tight...
Keshawn covers his face.
Keshawn Jones: Aww shit! This should get good...
Vince Jones: So, you invite (points at Crusher) this mahfucka out to Kansas so you can conduct business on the same fuckin' weekend of Tragic Engagement? Jonesy got this big match comin' up on Sunday night...
Crusher Helix: Can you really call it a big match, Vince?? I mean you're not necessarily headlining the card...
Vince turns towards Crusher and raises the dark shades on his face revealing an intense glare which totally amuses Crusher Helix.
Crusher Helix: Oh nooooooo....
Crusher throws up his hands pretending to be begging for mercy.
Crusher Helix: The shades are comin' off! Everyone the shades are comin' off! You all betta run! Take cova! Cuz its about to get heavy in here!
Vince Jones: (emphatically) Bruh...you really pushin' it here! Keep it up and yo mans here not gonna have to wait until Sunday night to get some action here! Get it? Got it? Good!
Crusher Helix slowly rises to his feet, brushes himself off, and slowly saunters his way over towards Vince Jones in defiance.
Crusher Helix: Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, nooooooo....I wouldn't want that to happen, not at all! I mean if shit were to hit the fan and you happened to fail at Tragic Engagement I'd hate to be your scapegoat. Oh no! If you lose I want the blame to sit squarely on your shoulders and your shoulders alone.
Reno Banks immediately rushes over and steps in between the two of them trying to keep them apart.
Reno Banks: Guys, GUYS!!! Enough of this!
Reno turns towards Vince Jones.
Reno Banks: Vince, you of course have your match on Sunday night. With that said, I want you to solely worry about that and that alone! We need this victory! Make us proud! Get back on track to the path of big things and even bigga things! Alright?
Vince Jones: Yo! You the one fuckin' shit up around here by inviting this bitch out here in the first place.
Reno Banks: Vinnie, my business with Crusher Helix and any of my otha clients is strictly my business! You are not the only wrestla that I work for! Rememba that!
Crusher Helix: (laughs to himself) Rememba that, Vinnie! You're not the only "star" in the universe, baby! There are some out there that are simply bigga and much more important than you. So, keep your mind occupied on extinguishing that Amy Zing problem you have on Sunday night, sunshine!
Vince Jones just glares at him in rage as Crusher and Reno Banks both make their way towards the front desk. All goes silent in Vince's world as he watches the them both, left alone with his thoughts.
"Ya know normally V mahfuckin' Jones could just brush off the shit that Crusha be poppin' off at the mouth about in regards to Jonesy and shit! Normally V'd shoot him a fuck you and roll the fuck on from there..."
Crusher and Reno reach the front desk and begin talking things over with the clerk as Keshawn and Jasmine both push past Vince who remains standing there in silent thought.
"But today's different....Why? Its easy to just brush the shit to the side when you feel like you on top of the world and shit! When Jonesy was walkin' around UWA with that North American title he knew! He was ridin' that high! It was obvious! If mahfuckas didn't wanna recognize where V was and shit they eventually had to resign they selves to the fuckin' fact that was draped around Jonesy's waist in gold...
...Jonesy could easily look down on most of the fuckin' rostah knowin' they had to look up and recognize that V was they superior and shit! That's the type of feelin' you get used to! That's the type of feelin' you neva wanna let go of! That's the type of feelin' that leaves you haunted and shit when its gone! Its like that dime piece of a love-ah of yours that you were bangin', flauntin', and rubbin' up in the face of each and every mahfucka you'd pass by suddenly walkin' out on yo sorry ass! She leaves you feelin' lost! She leaves you finally havin' to readjust and know that you one of the fuckin' faces in the crowd again...
...Photoshop Bob or whateva the fuck his name, Sentinel, Pauly O' Conna, and long list of otha mahfuckas that once had to recognize now lookin' at you like you merely mortal, like you no longa a big fuckin' deal, the bad ass mahfucka you once were! Cats lookin' at you and realizing that you no longa invincible, that you can be brought the fuck down! All cuz of one....
...all it takes is one. All it took was one. "The Conqueroer, The Killa, The King", NYC's Most Rough, Rugged, and Raw, The Violence, those the names that signified the man, the myth, the mahfuckin' legend; but, all it took was one. Ashley Kenyon walkin' away with that fuckin' win that night and strippin' away everything that the people had to fear, learned to fear, and had gained accustomed to fearing...up in smoke. Cats like Amy Zing just walkin' up thinkin that there's nothing left to be worried about, talkin' up big game about they chances, buckin' at Jonesy like there no repercussions and shit to come. Well, at Tragic Engagement Amy Zing betta be ready because she 'bout to become the next page Jonesy turns leading to the next chaptah in the story of the legend of "The Violence" Vince Jones...'Nuff said!"
Jasmine turns towards Vince Jones who is still standing there in silence.
Jasmine: We've got the room! C'mon on!
Vince slowly snaps back to reality and makes his way over to his group as the camera slowly fades to black.
Jasmine: Well, we sure as hell are not in New Yawk anymore.
All of a sudden she jumps a bit as hand from inside the cab gives her a hearty shove. She turns around and looks back inside the cab taken back a bit by the passenger's hastiness.
Jasmine: Watch it in there!
All of a sudden Vince Jones' voice can be heard growling from the back seat of the cab.
Vince Jones: Yo! You can sightsee the fuck laytah, Jazzie! Mahfuckas tryna get out this damn cab and shit!
Jasmine begrudgingly slides out of the way as Vince Jones pushes his way out of the cab followed along by his brother, Keshawn Jones, and his agent Reno Banks. Jasmine puts her hands on her hips and just glares back at Vince Jones shaking her head.
Jasmine: So, was all that really necessary, V??
Vince Jones glares back at her in rage.
Vince Jones: Yo! V'll be the mahfucka that decides what the fuck is necessary or not! Aight?? You got that, Jazzie?
Jasmine steps up in Vince's face in defiance.
Jasmine: And what you gonna do?? What you gonna do, huh??
Vince Jones hauls back and is about to slap her square across the face; but, Keshawn immediately slides in between the two of them and shoves Vince back.
Keshawn Jones: Really, V? You tryin' to catch a case like Ray Rice and shit out here in Kansas or somethin? C'mon, man!
Vince snarls back at his brother.
Vince Jones: Why you all up in yo mans business here, huh?? What happens, happens! Aight??
Vince is about to turn away, but Keshawn snatches him by the arm and turns him back around.
Keshawn Jones: Hey! I'm just lookin' out for you! We blood!
Reno Banks slides over with a fake smile plastered across his face.
Reno Banks: Hey now...how about we make our way inside so we can get checked in. I don't know about you two, but after that long flight I'm ready to hit that bed hard and get some sleep. I mean you can't soar without a good night's rest. And when you...
Reno points at Vince.
Reno Banks: ...me...
Reno points at himself.
Reno Banks: ...and the rest of us start flying we're flying...
Vince Jones quickly interjects.
Vince Jones: Not right now, bruh! Not right now! Let's just get the fuck inside.
Reno Banks shrugs his shoulders.
Reno Banks: Very well.
Vince marches past Jasmine and shoots her a glare.
Vince Jones: You and yo mans gonna take care of business laytah!
Jasmine: (rolling her eyes) Whateva...you just need to chill out a bit, V!
Vince Jones: Jasmine, will you...
Keshawn rushes over and pats Vince on the back in an attempt to calm him down a bit.
Keshawn Jones: Bruh, you need to calm down! I know you got big things going on at Tragic Engagement; but, you really gettin' all psysed up and shit! Its only Amy Zing! That lil broad can't stand up to you! Fuck! You already polished off that bitch once! What's a second go round and shit?? The win's in the bag! So relax...
Vince Jones rolls his eyes at the thought and just shakes his head.
Vince Jones: Yeah! Yeah... you right, man! But its not Amy Zing that's got Jonesy psysed and shit here! Its that mahfuckin' Crusha Helix that's really fuckin' with yo mans here! Its like that mahfucka always knows exactly what to say to really get at V and shit! Pisses V the fuck and shit!
Keshawn looks Vince in the eye.
Keshawn Jones: Well, its nothin' to worry about, son! Helix not here! We in the clear! Now let's just go inside, get shit togetha, and go to sleep. Sounds good??
Vince nods his head in agreement.
Vince Jones: We can do that. We can do that.
Keshawn Jones: (chuckles to himself and smiles) Good! Now let's get going...
Keshawn, Jasmine, and Reno all follow along behind Vince Jones and make their way to the front entrance and through the doorway into the front lobby of the Holiday Inn.
Familiar Voice: Well, its about damn time you all showed up! I thought I was gonna be camping out here in the lobby tonight!
Vince's eyes grow wide with fury and Keshawn and Jasmine both look in surprise and disappointment. The camera pans and catches sight of none other than "The Human Highlight" Crusher Helix who is sitting in a chair in the lobby shaking his head in disappointment and pointing at his rolex.
Vince Jones: You've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' V here! What the fuck you doin' here, huh? We thought we left yo bitch ass back in New Yawk!
Vince slams his bags down on the floor and immediately turns towards Reno Banks who appears a bit sheepish at the moment.
Vince Jones: RENO, you serious?? C'mon, man!
Reno Banks: Well, I'm a busy man, Vinnie! I'm a busy man. For cryin' outloud I'm an agent, an agent of the stars at that, and I had to do a little bit of mult-talking. Schedule got a little tight...
Keshawn covers his face.
Keshawn Jones: Aww shit! This should get good...
Vince Jones: So, you invite (points at Crusher) this mahfucka out to Kansas so you can conduct business on the same fuckin' weekend of Tragic Engagement? Jonesy got this big match comin' up on Sunday night...
Crusher Helix: Can you really call it a big match, Vince?? I mean you're not necessarily headlining the card...
Vince turns towards Crusher and raises the dark shades on his face revealing an intense glare which totally amuses Crusher Helix.
Crusher Helix: Oh nooooooo....
Crusher throws up his hands pretending to be begging for mercy.
Crusher Helix: The shades are comin' off! Everyone the shades are comin' off! You all betta run! Take cova! Cuz its about to get heavy in here!
Vince Jones: (emphatically) Bruh...you really pushin' it here! Keep it up and yo mans here not gonna have to wait until Sunday night to get some action here! Get it? Got it? Good!
Crusher Helix slowly rises to his feet, brushes himself off, and slowly saunters his way over towards Vince Jones in defiance.
Crusher Helix: Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, nooooooo....I wouldn't want that to happen, not at all! I mean if shit were to hit the fan and you happened to fail at Tragic Engagement I'd hate to be your scapegoat. Oh no! If you lose I want the blame to sit squarely on your shoulders and your shoulders alone.
Reno Banks immediately rushes over and steps in between the two of them trying to keep them apart.
Reno Banks: Guys, GUYS!!! Enough of this!
Reno turns towards Vince Jones.
Reno Banks: Vince, you of course have your match on Sunday night. With that said, I want you to solely worry about that and that alone! We need this victory! Make us proud! Get back on track to the path of big things and even bigga things! Alright?
Vince Jones: Yo! You the one fuckin' shit up around here by inviting this bitch out here in the first place.
Reno Banks: Vinnie, my business with Crusher Helix and any of my otha clients is strictly my business! You are not the only wrestla that I work for! Rememba that!
Crusher Helix: (laughs to himself) Rememba that, Vinnie! You're not the only "star" in the universe, baby! There are some out there that are simply bigga and much more important than you. So, keep your mind occupied on extinguishing that Amy Zing problem you have on Sunday night, sunshine!
Vince Jones just glares at him in rage as Crusher and Reno Banks both make their way towards the front desk. All goes silent in Vince's world as he watches the them both, left alone with his thoughts.
"Ya know normally V mahfuckin' Jones could just brush off the shit that Crusha be poppin' off at the mouth about in regards to Jonesy and shit! Normally V'd shoot him a fuck you and roll the fuck on from there..."
Crusher and Reno reach the front desk and begin talking things over with the clerk as Keshawn and Jasmine both push past Vince who remains standing there in silent thought.
"But today's different....Why? Its easy to just brush the shit to the side when you feel like you on top of the world and shit! When Jonesy was walkin' around UWA with that North American title he knew! He was ridin' that high! It was obvious! If mahfuckas didn't wanna recognize where V was and shit they eventually had to resign they selves to the fuckin' fact that was draped around Jonesy's waist in gold...
...Jonesy could easily look down on most of the fuckin' rostah knowin' they had to look up and recognize that V was they superior and shit! That's the type of feelin' you get used to! That's the type of feelin' you neva wanna let go of! That's the type of feelin' that leaves you haunted and shit when its gone! Its like that dime piece of a love-ah of yours that you were bangin', flauntin', and rubbin' up in the face of each and every mahfucka you'd pass by suddenly walkin' out on yo sorry ass! She leaves you feelin' lost! She leaves you finally havin' to readjust and know that you one of the fuckin' faces in the crowd again...
...Photoshop Bob or whateva the fuck his name, Sentinel, Pauly O' Conna, and long list of otha mahfuckas that once had to recognize now lookin' at you like you merely mortal, like you no longa a big fuckin' deal, the bad ass mahfucka you once were! Cats lookin' at you and realizing that you no longa invincible, that you can be brought the fuck down! All cuz of one....
...all it takes is one. All it took was one. "The Conqueroer, The Killa, The King", NYC's Most Rough, Rugged, and Raw, The Violence, those the names that signified the man, the myth, the mahfuckin' legend; but, all it took was one. Ashley Kenyon walkin' away with that fuckin' win that night and strippin' away everything that the people had to fear, learned to fear, and had gained accustomed to fearing...up in smoke. Cats like Amy Zing just walkin' up thinkin that there's nothing left to be worried about, talkin' up big game about they chances, buckin' at Jonesy like there no repercussions and shit to come. Well, at Tragic Engagement Amy Zing betta be ready because she 'bout to become the next page Jonesy turns leading to the next chaptah in the story of the legend of "The Violence" Vince Jones...'Nuff said!"
Jasmine turns towards Vince Jones who is still standing there in silence.
Jasmine: We've got the room! C'mon on!
Vince slowly snaps back to reality and makes his way over to his group as the camera slowly fades to black.