Post by vincejones on Jul 17, 2015 20:22:21 GMT -6
"So..."
"So what??"
"Ya know I've gotten a chance to see a few of your fights and I must say ya really got it goin' on out there. You're really..."
"Yo! Just cut the crap! Aight!? I hear that shit all the time, old man!"
"Hey! I'm just sayin'...I'm simply makin' an observation here!"
"Well, the observations and shit aren't needed!"
"I'm just simply tryin' to say that I can spot talent when I see it!"
The camera switches on and we catch sight of a much younger Vince Jones now leaning against a wall of a hallway bleeding from a cut on his forehead that he just sustained as a result of a fight he just finished. Vince leans forward, slightly drained from the exertion and the loss of blood from his dripping forehead. Vince Jones catches a few droplets of the blood as it trickles down upon his hand. He looks down at it and wipes it back down across the side of his sweaty neck. He slowly turns and looks up towards the source of the voice.
VJ: Hmph! Do we really gotta go into all this shit right now, man?? C'mon, dawg! I just got out a brawl out there in Hell's Haven! I'm drippin' my own fuckin' blood and you wanna talk about the observations and shit that you've made about me??
We now spot a man shrouded in the shadows of memory.
The Man: You know what? You're right. You're absolutely right. Maybe now's not the time, but, you and I should really talk sometime. Don't let the age fool ya. I really think I could teach ya a thing or two.
The younger Vince Jones just chuckles to himself and shakes his head in disbelief with the comments made.
VJ: Yeah...whateva, man! Holla back!
The scene quickly switches to a small locker room where the younger Vince Jones can be seen literally draped over a metal folding chair drenched in his own sweat and blood. He hangs his head as if he has just had most of the life beaten out of him. The same familiar voice of the man shrouded in shadows is heard once again following a thunderous slap across Vince Jones' face which easily catches his attention.
The Man: You wanna know why you lost out there tonight? You want me to give you an idea? It was your lack of control and the lack of dedication you've shown over the past few weeks! If there's one thing about you its this. You have all the potential in the world but if you can't remain in control of yourself and remain dedicated you'll never amount to anything. Champions don't just appear. They are forged! Remember that!
The scene quickly switches to a small gym in who knows where. The young Vince Jones is seen standing in a ring across from an older man with graying hair. Vince just shakes his head in disappointment at the moment with the older man.
The younger Vince Jones just chuckles to himself and shakes his head in disbelief with the comments made.
V.J: Old man, you're crazy. I ain't about to kick your ass. This shit'll be too fuckin' easy.
The old man who is yet again shrouded in the shadows of Vince's memories just gazes across the ring at V.J and motions for him to just bring it.
The Man: You scared you're gonna get beat, boy?
V.J looks at him in fury.
V.J: What!? You obviously don't know who the fuck you dealin' with here!! That's it!
V.J comes charging across the ring at full speed ready to pounce, but the old man swiftly steps forward and rolls V.J over into a single leg boston crab in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go. Vince Jones immediately begins crying out in pain as the older man cinches in the boston crab even more.
The Man: Had enough??
Vince Jones immediately begins tapping out and the older man immediately releases the hold.
The Man: Control...remember that if you ever believe you're gonna become a champ...
A Voice: Mr. Jones...
All of a sudden Vince Jones snaps back to the reality of the present where he and his agent Reno Banks can be seen walking through the Men's section of a department store.
Reno Banks: You zoning on me now, Vinnie J??
Vince Jones: Maybe a lil...
Reno Banks: Well, I need you to remain focused for our big main event that's coming up.
Vince Jones rolls his eyes at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: Main event?? What main event? Oh...Bobby Brooks? Give V a fuckin' break here!
Reno immediately stops in his tracks and gives Vince a stern look.
Reno Banks: Now you stop that! The man is more than amped and ready to give you a run for your money in that ring and the last thing I need from you is to see another shortcoming before we go for it all, the UWA Heavyweight belt!
Vince immediately looks at Vince Jones sideways after that comment.
Vince Jones: Pump yo brakes on all that, son! We talkin' about a fuckin' photographa! The fuckin' circumstances are different this time!
Reno Banks: Really?? Really?? You don't say. Yet here we are and I'm once again listening to talk as if you are absolutely invincible! And what was up with that little fiasco last week at the club??
Vince Jones: (in confusion) What fiasco you talkin' about?
Reno just glares back at Vince Jones' attempt to act ignorant.
Reno Banks: You know what I'm talking about! We don't need anymore episodes like that! We don't need anymore episodes like that one we all had at the Waffle House a month or so back! You wanna be the champ! Well, I'm gonna need you to tighten it up a little and start acting like one! Matta of fact...maybe even dress like one too!
The two of them stop by a clothing rack where Reno Banks immediately snatches up a nice suit and hands it over to Vince Jones. Vince looks down at the suit and immediately shakes his head no.
Vince Jones: You've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' here!
Reno Banks: Oh come on...
Vince Jones: Fuck no!
Reno shakes his head at Vince.
Reno Banks: Ya know you've gotta be willing to make changes sometimes, Vinnie J! Think about it. You could possibly be the champ of UWA...and I mean THE CHAMP! I mean you've done a lot with your current style and whatnot, but a stylish Vince Jones is way more marketable. You've gotta considah that sometimes!
Vince hands Reno back the suit.
Vince Jones: V fine with his current get up! There's no need for all this otha extraneous shit!
Vince turns his back on Reno and begins marching on down the aisles of clothing with Reno Banks trotting along behind him.
Reno Banks: At least considah the possible change!
Vince Jones: NO!
Reno Banks: Look at a Jay-Z or a Notorious B.I.G or maybe even a Tupac Shakur as examples! Yes, they all dressed up from time-to-time but they didn't lose their "street cred"!
Vince Jones: Let's just end all this ridiculous shit right here and right now! V don't even know why the fuck he agreed to even come out here with you in the first place! Jonesy out!
Reno Banks: Very well, but at least...
Vince totally cuts off Reno while he continues marching onward.
Vince Jones: Jonesy'll handle his biz this coming week with the photo guy! Its a done deal! Jonesy bringin' it! Jonesy comin' for that gold afta wards! Its a done deal! Nothin' more to it, bruh! Now how about you let yo mans be for a little while cuz he got some shit he need to really think about right now!
Reno stops and watches Vince walk away feeling totally defeated by Vince's dismissal of his proposal.
Reno Banks: Very well, but you should really give my proposal some thought. It could be a difference make-ah!
Vince continues on out the department store into the crowded mall scene with no regard for Vince at all.
Vince Jones: Yeah...whateva! We'll talk about difference make-ahs afta ya boy walks his boots across Bob Brooks' face in a few fuckin' days! 'Nuff said!
The camera slowly fades out as Vince walks away.
"So what??"
"Ya know I've gotten a chance to see a few of your fights and I must say ya really got it goin' on out there. You're really..."
"Yo! Just cut the crap! Aight!? I hear that shit all the time, old man!"
"Hey! I'm just sayin'...I'm simply makin' an observation here!"
"Well, the observations and shit aren't needed!"
"I'm just simply tryin' to say that I can spot talent when I see it!"
The camera switches on and we catch sight of a much younger Vince Jones now leaning against a wall of a hallway bleeding from a cut on his forehead that he just sustained as a result of a fight he just finished. Vince leans forward, slightly drained from the exertion and the loss of blood from his dripping forehead. Vince Jones catches a few droplets of the blood as it trickles down upon his hand. He looks down at it and wipes it back down across the side of his sweaty neck. He slowly turns and looks up towards the source of the voice.
VJ: Hmph! Do we really gotta go into all this shit right now, man?? C'mon, dawg! I just got out a brawl out there in Hell's Haven! I'm drippin' my own fuckin' blood and you wanna talk about the observations and shit that you've made about me??
We now spot a man shrouded in the shadows of memory.
The Man: You know what? You're right. You're absolutely right. Maybe now's not the time, but, you and I should really talk sometime. Don't let the age fool ya. I really think I could teach ya a thing or two.
The younger Vince Jones just chuckles to himself and shakes his head in disbelief with the comments made.
VJ: Yeah...whateva, man! Holla back!
The scene quickly switches to a small locker room where the younger Vince Jones can be seen literally draped over a metal folding chair drenched in his own sweat and blood. He hangs his head as if he has just had most of the life beaten out of him. The same familiar voice of the man shrouded in shadows is heard once again following a thunderous slap across Vince Jones' face which easily catches his attention.
The Man: You wanna know why you lost out there tonight? You want me to give you an idea? It was your lack of control and the lack of dedication you've shown over the past few weeks! If there's one thing about you its this. You have all the potential in the world but if you can't remain in control of yourself and remain dedicated you'll never amount to anything. Champions don't just appear. They are forged! Remember that!
The scene quickly switches to a small gym in who knows where. The young Vince Jones is seen standing in a ring across from an older man with graying hair. Vince just shakes his head in disappointment at the moment with the older man.
The younger Vince Jones just chuckles to himself and shakes his head in disbelief with the comments made.
V.J: Old man, you're crazy. I ain't about to kick your ass. This shit'll be too fuckin' easy.
The old man who is yet again shrouded in the shadows of Vince's memories just gazes across the ring at V.J and motions for him to just bring it.
The Man: You scared you're gonna get beat, boy?
V.J looks at him in fury.
V.J: What!? You obviously don't know who the fuck you dealin' with here!! That's it!
V.J comes charging across the ring at full speed ready to pounce, but the old man swiftly steps forward and rolls V.J over into a single leg boston crab in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go. Vince Jones immediately begins crying out in pain as the older man cinches in the boston crab even more.
The Man: Had enough??
Vince Jones immediately begins tapping out and the older man immediately releases the hold.
The Man: Control...remember that if you ever believe you're gonna become a champ...
A Voice: Mr. Jones...
All of a sudden Vince Jones snaps back to the reality of the present where he and his agent Reno Banks can be seen walking through the Men's section of a department store.
Reno Banks: You zoning on me now, Vinnie J??
Vince Jones: Maybe a lil...
Reno Banks: Well, I need you to remain focused for our big main event that's coming up.
Vince Jones rolls his eyes at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: Main event?? What main event? Oh...Bobby Brooks? Give V a fuckin' break here!
Reno immediately stops in his tracks and gives Vince a stern look.
Reno Banks: Now you stop that! The man is more than amped and ready to give you a run for your money in that ring and the last thing I need from you is to see another shortcoming before we go for it all, the UWA Heavyweight belt!
Vince immediately looks at Vince Jones sideways after that comment.
Vince Jones: Pump yo brakes on all that, son! We talkin' about a fuckin' photographa! The fuckin' circumstances are different this time!
Reno Banks: Really?? Really?? You don't say. Yet here we are and I'm once again listening to talk as if you are absolutely invincible! And what was up with that little fiasco last week at the club??
Vince Jones: (in confusion) What fiasco you talkin' about?
Reno just glares back at Vince Jones' attempt to act ignorant.
Reno Banks: You know what I'm talking about! We don't need anymore episodes like that! We don't need anymore episodes like that one we all had at the Waffle House a month or so back! You wanna be the champ! Well, I'm gonna need you to tighten it up a little and start acting like one! Matta of fact...maybe even dress like one too!
The two of them stop by a clothing rack where Reno Banks immediately snatches up a nice suit and hands it over to Vince Jones. Vince looks down at the suit and immediately shakes his head no.
Vince Jones: You've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' here!
Reno Banks: Oh come on...
Vince Jones: Fuck no!
Reno shakes his head at Vince.
Reno Banks: Ya know you've gotta be willing to make changes sometimes, Vinnie J! Think about it. You could possibly be the champ of UWA...and I mean THE CHAMP! I mean you've done a lot with your current style and whatnot, but a stylish Vince Jones is way more marketable. You've gotta considah that sometimes!
Vince hands Reno back the suit.
Vince Jones: V fine with his current get up! There's no need for all this otha extraneous shit!
Vince turns his back on Reno and begins marching on down the aisles of clothing with Reno Banks trotting along behind him.
Reno Banks: At least considah the possible change!
Vince Jones: NO!
Reno Banks: Look at a Jay-Z or a Notorious B.I.G or maybe even a Tupac Shakur as examples! Yes, they all dressed up from time-to-time but they didn't lose their "street cred"!
Vince Jones: Let's just end all this ridiculous shit right here and right now! V don't even know why the fuck he agreed to even come out here with you in the first place! Jonesy out!
Reno Banks: Very well, but at least...
Vince totally cuts off Reno while he continues marching onward.
Vince Jones: Jonesy'll handle his biz this coming week with the photo guy! Its a done deal! Jonesy bringin' it! Jonesy comin' for that gold afta wards! Its a done deal! Nothin' more to it, bruh! Now how about you let yo mans be for a little while cuz he got some shit he need to really think about right now!
Reno stops and watches Vince walk away feeling totally defeated by Vince's dismissal of his proposal.
Reno Banks: Very well, but you should really give my proposal some thought. It could be a difference make-ah!
Vince continues on out the department store into the crowded mall scene with no regard for Vince at all.
Vince Jones: Yeah...whateva! We'll talk about difference make-ahs afta ya boy walks his boots across Bob Brooks' face in a few fuckin' days! 'Nuff said!
The camera slowly fades out as Vince walks away.