Post by vincejones on Sept 17, 2015 22:41:34 GMT -6
The voice of a man can now be heard singing outloud in the background.
"Iiiiiiii once...
waaaaaas lost, buuut nowww I'm found..
Was blind buuuut nowwww I seeeeeeee..."
The scene suddenly switches and we are suddenly thrust into a cemetary. The camera slowly fades in and our eyes are greeted by the solemn scene of a funeral in a small cemetary that somehow seems familiar. It is a dreary, rainy day. Tears fill the eyes of everyone on hand dressed from head to toe in black attire. The soft sound of women and some men trying their very best to choke back their tears fills the air. The assembled crowd of people begin diminishing one by one, two by two, two by three, so and so forth until there is only one person left on the scene. For some awkward reason all of this has the feel of deja vu. All of a sudden a name, an idea, or was it a place can be heard echoing in the background over it all as if out of place or maybe out of context.
VACHON (echoing) ....
The camera now slowly zooms in on the last individual on hand who appears to be a much younger, Vince Jones. He shakes his head in sorrow and disappointment. He slowly walks up to the grave stone and drops to his knees. He leans his head against the head stone as the tears pour down his cheeks. He grasps and clutches the headstone as if it is the one and only thing left in the world that can keep him somewhat grounded and the slight bit sane at this very moment...
Once again the voice rings out saying the exact same thing yet again...
VACHON (echoing) ....
...We are now thrust into a ring in God knows where. Everything appears to be engulfed in a heavy fog. It feels as though there is a crowd on hand judging by the steady roar of people in the background. Cameras seem to flicker and flash in the background but strangely enough no faces or bodies are seen or appear visible. A referee stands in the middle of the ring holding a championship belt in his hands and he raises it above his head for all to see in the shadowy and foggy arena. The two shadowy and near fog engulfed competitors ready their selves for a war as the opening bell rings out loud and clear. The scene now quickly switches to a small studio where we see a well-dressed man sitting in a chair with a pair of shades on his head as well as a fake smile plastered across his face as he turns towards the camera.
The man: Hello folks! (points to himself) My name is Josh Thurman and this is Wrestling After Hours. Tonight I'm here with none other than "The Violence" Vince Jones...
Josh Thurman motions towards Vince Jones as the camera slowly pans out and catches sight of Vince Jones with a rather uninterested and somewhat distracted expression plastered across his face at the moment. Josh turns towards Vince and leans back in his chair.
Josh Thurman: V, my man, welcome to the show.
Josh Thurman extends a hand towards Vince which is immediately dismissed.
Vince Jones: What's with all this, huh? (points at Josh) You and V not cool or nothin'! So, we'll just move on! Aight??
Josh slowly returns to his resting position, a bit taken back by Vince's lack of amicability towards him at the moment.
Josh Thurman: Very well...
Josh quickly glances down at his notes and then back up at Vince Jones.
Josh Thurman: So...where do we start? Where do we start? I guess I'll start by asking you how it feels right now knowing that in a few short days you'll be going toe-to-toe against the UWA champion, Sentinel?
Vince lowers his head and becomes silent as he slowly nods his head and then responds.
Vince Jones: Ya know somethin'? Cats be askin' V the same mahfuckin' question ova and ova and ova and ova a fuckin' gain.
Vince slowly raises his head yet again and looks intently at Josh.
Vince Jones: What's with all you people, bruh?
Josh Thurman: I'm sorry I just wanted to...
Vince raises his hand signaling for Josh to shut up.
Vince Jones: Just stop, man! Just stop! Aight?? You people talk to Jonesy like he supposed to be awe struck and shit by the fact that he steppin' in the damn ring with (rolls eyes) Mista Sentinel at Raisin' Hell and all! You people act as if V oughta be on his damn knees and shit prayin' to God and tellin' Him how thankful he is for bein' given this fuckin' opportunity by the UWA!
Josh leans forward in his chair.
Josh Thurman: But, normally those would be the reactions people would have to a deal like this. I mean this is huge...
Vince chuckles to himself and then snarls at the thought.
Vince Jones: Yeah...but V not like those otha cats! And that's why Jonesy here and those otha cats aren't! They too fuckin' busy standing around all wide-eyed and shit instead of livin' in the moment!
Josh Thurman nods his head in agreement with Vince's statement.
Josh Thurman: Well, while we're at it....could statements of arrogance like that be part of the reason that your opponent, Sentinel, totally resents the fact that you ever stepped foot in the UWA to begin with? Could statements like the one you just proposed be the reason that your opponent...
Vince shakes his head emphatically and snaps back.
Vince Jones: Statements of arrogance...or statements of the truth?? Nah, son! Maybe its simply the fact that the man knows deep down inside his soul that V. Jones possibly the biggest threat he's gonna run across when it comes to that damn title in the first place! And V'll be the first mahfucka to say that shit straight to his face! And that's how Jonesy rolls, bruh! That's how yo mans here rolls!
Vince immediately leans back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest. Josh takes a quick moment to access the situation and whether his next words are safe to say in the presence of Vince Jones.
Josh Thurman: Well...as I was trying to say before, Sentinel has on many an occassion expressed his disdain for you as an individual and everything that you represent...
Vince nods in apparent defiance with the idea being presented to him at this time.
Vince Jones: Oh he don't like what V represents?? Is that it?? Well, what the fuck does yo mans represent, huh??
Josh Thurman: Well, I was gonna say...
Vince Jones: Well, while we on the subject of how cats feel about people and what they represent maybe V. Jones don't like Sentinel and his fuckin' rep! Nahmean?? Cats go on and on about what Jonesy reppin' and shit in the UWA; but, at the end of the day they know fa sho what Jonesy all about here! And that's a fuckin' fact! There's no questions about it whatsoeva! But then we got a man like Sentinel who had no clue where the fuck he was goin' afta he won that fuckin' belt! Then V. Jones comes along and gives his punk ass a direction to follow! V the mahfucka that lit a fire unda his bitch ass! V the very reason that sonuvabitch even carryin' that damn belt still! And you best believe that Jonesy gonna be the same fuckin' reason he trudgin' around the damn locka room with his head hangin' low reminiscin' on the good old days and shit afta Raising Hell is all said and done!
Josh Thurman: Strong words....
Vince Jones: Strong words lead to even stronga actions! That's the way it is!
Josh Thurman: And you're not at all worried that the champ will catch wind of all that you've said tonight?? Not at all?? Not one bit??
Vince smirks at the thought of it and shakes his head in disappointment.
Vince Jones: Hmph! Its whateva, bruh! Goes right back to what Jonesy was just sayin'! The mahfucka don't know whetha he comin' or goin'! While V. Jones full steam ahead and all up in yo face you got Sentinel stumblin' ova his damn self tryin' to find his damn way! The mahfucka comes out and tells the people how he's ready to wreck and destroy anything in his fuckin' path afta capturin' that damn belt! The punk ass tellin' the world that this beast about to be let loose and shit! Then, the mahfucka nails a bitch ass kid at a show and the punk gonna go soft?? He gonna go straight in the shell and hide now?? He ready to give up the fuckin' belt?? Get da fuck outta here with all that shit! Its obvious Sentinel and V. Jones operate on different levels!
Vince leans forward in his chair.
Vince Jones: Beasts wreck havoc on shit! Beasts destroy! Beasts run wild! Beasts do what the fuck they gonna do, no questions asked! And in the end beasts have no remorse for the outcomes of their actions and shit! Cats look at Sentinel and they look at V. Jones and they wanna lump us in the same category! They wanna compare us! Cats that been waitin' for this fuckin' fight been drawin' their comparisions for months now! Oh its The Violence and The Silent Destroya ready to square off in that damn ring! The fact that V and Sentinel fighting for the same damn thing is where all the similarities come to an end! Jonesy's the real beast! Sentinel's a pretenda that's scared of his own shadow! Jonesy tells it like it is and not worried about how he's perceived while Sentinel already shown that despite all the shit he talkin' lately he quick to take that fuckin' high road! (in a mocking tone) What Mr. Georgio?? You want this guy to jump how high again?? Oh! What's that, Mr. Georgio?? You need a blow job too?? No problem, sir! Be right there!
Josh Thurman covers his mouth in shock at Vince's words. Vince shrugs his shoulders and nods his head.
Vince Jones: Oh yeah! That just happened! Go run tell dat! Give the mahfucka some more fuel for his fuckin' fire to burn at Raising Hell!
Vince starts rubbin' his hands together in anticipation.
Vince Jones: Cuz if we gonna do this shit! We fuckin' gonna do the damn thing that night! Sometimes you just wanna go to fuckin' war, bruh!
Josh Thurman: Really??
Vince glares at Josh and nods his head.
Vince Jones: Yeah! Really...Matta fact you can let the bitch know that Jonesy'd love to break his girl off a lil somethin', somethin' afta V. Jones knocks him the fuck out! (nodding his head) That's right! V normally be talkin' about silencin' mahfuckas and shit! Not the case this time, bruh!
V turns and looks dead on at the camera.
Vince Jones: V comin' straight for you and lookin' to knock (points at the camera) you the fuck out at Raising Hell, son! V 'bout that life! What was her name again...Talon?? What a coincidence cuz when the bitch feelin' lonely that night when its all said and done she gonna be scratchin' and clawin' away at yo mans (points to himself) right here, bruh! Word is bond!
Vince Jones flashes a toothy smile at the camera and laughs to himself.
Vince Jones: Hey! Its the least that V can do. Right? Jonesy plannin on takin' your belt and V. Jones plannin' on takin' yo bitch for a spin or two! What's it called? The spoils of fuckin' war and shit, right??
What appears to now be a video clip comes to an abrupt pause as Vince Jones and Josh Thurman can be seen sitting on the screen in freeze frame. The camera pans out and we see Reno Banks and Vince Jones standing in front of a monitor. Reno has his arms folded across his chest staring back at Vince Jones absolute disbelief.
Reno Banks: Really, Vinnie J?? You took it there??
Vince nods his head.
Vince Jones: Yeah! V took it all the way to the otha side and shit with Sentinel! You act as if V should give a shit!
Reno Banks: I'm just saying that Sentinel is unlike any other opponent you've encountered so far in the UWA! What I'm saying is...
Vince immediately throws up a hand and cuts Reno Banks off mid-sentence.
Vince Jones: What you're sayin' is givin' V a fuckin' headache here! You can take the fuckin' tape and drop it on his Sentinel's fuckin' doorstep for all V cares, Reno! Open that shit up, turn that motha fucka on, and let the games begin!
Reno rolls his eyes in the direction of Vince.
Reno Banks: I'm just sayin' that we don't need to fire the champ up even more than necessary before the big match takes place! That's all I'm sayin'!!
Vince begins shaking his head at Reno's words.
Vince Jones: You know somethin'? You talk as if Sentinel's the only mahfucka that wants that gold! No one has eva just rolled up on Jonesy and stole a championship belt off him! Why? Cuz V don't allow that type of shit!
Reno Banks: Well, this is the time that its all about action, Vinnie J! We're in the here and the now! We're in the moment! These are the times when guys become remembered or forgotten! Which one will you be??
Vince Jones snarls at the thought of Reno's words.
Vince Jones: V don't have time for the cliche "in the moment" bullshit spiel and shit,bruh! We don't have time!
Reno Banks: Hey! I'm sorry, but these are the times in which legacies are made and legacies run by the way side and fade to black...
Vince stands in his place and glares a hole through the head of Reno. Banks notices the oh so familiar glare on Vince's face and continues on with his words of wisdom.
Reno Banks: Which side of the freakin' coin are you plannin' on bein' on when Raising Hell is all said and done?
Vince stands there in silence for a change. Reno noticies his change and responds.
Reno Banks: You (points at Vince) and I (points to himself) both know that the L word is something you can't avoid by any costs. No one can...
Vince pauses in thought and just shakes his head as a calvacade of thoughts begin to flood his mind as he turns and exits the office and slowly stroll down the hallway with his hands in his pockets. A shiver of adrenaline at the thought of the coming war immediately shoots up his spine.
"Legacy...Hmph!"
Vince continues on down the hall ever so slowly as he begins opening and clenching his left fist over and over.
"Legacy can be put on hold for a moment! We're going to fuckin' war! "
The camera slowly fades to black as Vince pounds his fists together in anticipation.
"Iiiiiiii once...
waaaaaas lost, buuut nowww I'm found..
Was blind buuuut nowwww I seeeeeeee..."
The scene suddenly switches and we are suddenly thrust into a cemetary. The camera slowly fades in and our eyes are greeted by the solemn scene of a funeral in a small cemetary that somehow seems familiar. It is a dreary, rainy day. Tears fill the eyes of everyone on hand dressed from head to toe in black attire. The soft sound of women and some men trying their very best to choke back their tears fills the air. The assembled crowd of people begin diminishing one by one, two by two, two by three, so and so forth until there is only one person left on the scene. For some awkward reason all of this has the feel of deja vu. All of a sudden a name, an idea, or was it a place can be heard echoing in the background over it all as if out of place or maybe out of context.
VACHON (echoing) ....
The camera now slowly zooms in on the last individual on hand who appears to be a much younger, Vince Jones. He shakes his head in sorrow and disappointment. He slowly walks up to the grave stone and drops to his knees. He leans his head against the head stone as the tears pour down his cheeks. He grasps and clutches the headstone as if it is the one and only thing left in the world that can keep him somewhat grounded and the slight bit sane at this very moment...
Once again the voice rings out saying the exact same thing yet again...
VACHON (echoing) ....
...We are now thrust into a ring in God knows where. Everything appears to be engulfed in a heavy fog. It feels as though there is a crowd on hand judging by the steady roar of people in the background. Cameras seem to flicker and flash in the background but strangely enough no faces or bodies are seen or appear visible. A referee stands in the middle of the ring holding a championship belt in his hands and he raises it above his head for all to see in the shadowy and foggy arena. The two shadowy and near fog engulfed competitors ready their selves for a war as the opening bell rings out loud and clear. The scene now quickly switches to a small studio where we see a well-dressed man sitting in a chair with a pair of shades on his head as well as a fake smile plastered across his face as he turns towards the camera.
The man: Hello folks! (points to himself) My name is Josh Thurman and this is Wrestling After Hours. Tonight I'm here with none other than "The Violence" Vince Jones...
Josh Thurman motions towards Vince Jones as the camera slowly pans out and catches sight of Vince Jones with a rather uninterested and somewhat distracted expression plastered across his face at the moment. Josh turns towards Vince and leans back in his chair.
Josh Thurman: V, my man, welcome to the show.
Josh Thurman extends a hand towards Vince which is immediately dismissed.
Vince Jones: What's with all this, huh? (points at Josh) You and V not cool or nothin'! So, we'll just move on! Aight??
Josh slowly returns to his resting position, a bit taken back by Vince's lack of amicability towards him at the moment.
Josh Thurman: Very well...
Josh quickly glances down at his notes and then back up at Vince Jones.
Josh Thurman: So...where do we start? Where do we start? I guess I'll start by asking you how it feels right now knowing that in a few short days you'll be going toe-to-toe against the UWA champion, Sentinel?
Vince lowers his head and becomes silent as he slowly nods his head and then responds.
Vince Jones: Ya know somethin'? Cats be askin' V the same mahfuckin' question ova and ova and ova and ova a fuckin' gain.
Vince slowly raises his head yet again and looks intently at Josh.
Vince Jones: What's with all you people, bruh?
Josh Thurman: I'm sorry I just wanted to...
Vince raises his hand signaling for Josh to shut up.
Vince Jones: Just stop, man! Just stop! Aight?? You people talk to Jonesy like he supposed to be awe struck and shit by the fact that he steppin' in the damn ring with (rolls eyes) Mista Sentinel at Raisin' Hell and all! You people act as if V oughta be on his damn knees and shit prayin' to God and tellin' Him how thankful he is for bein' given this fuckin' opportunity by the UWA!
Josh leans forward in his chair.
Josh Thurman: But, normally those would be the reactions people would have to a deal like this. I mean this is huge...
Vince chuckles to himself and then snarls at the thought.
Vince Jones: Yeah...but V not like those otha cats! And that's why Jonesy here and those otha cats aren't! They too fuckin' busy standing around all wide-eyed and shit instead of livin' in the moment!
Josh Thurman nods his head in agreement with Vince's statement.
Josh Thurman: Well, while we're at it....could statements of arrogance like that be part of the reason that your opponent, Sentinel, totally resents the fact that you ever stepped foot in the UWA to begin with? Could statements like the one you just proposed be the reason that your opponent...
Vince shakes his head emphatically and snaps back.
Vince Jones: Statements of arrogance...or statements of the truth?? Nah, son! Maybe its simply the fact that the man knows deep down inside his soul that V. Jones possibly the biggest threat he's gonna run across when it comes to that damn title in the first place! And V'll be the first mahfucka to say that shit straight to his face! And that's how Jonesy rolls, bruh! That's how yo mans here rolls!
Vince immediately leans back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest. Josh takes a quick moment to access the situation and whether his next words are safe to say in the presence of Vince Jones.
Josh Thurman: Well...as I was trying to say before, Sentinel has on many an occassion expressed his disdain for you as an individual and everything that you represent...
Vince nods in apparent defiance with the idea being presented to him at this time.
Vince Jones: Oh he don't like what V represents?? Is that it?? Well, what the fuck does yo mans represent, huh??
Josh Thurman: Well, I was gonna say...
Vince Jones: Well, while we on the subject of how cats feel about people and what they represent maybe V. Jones don't like Sentinel and his fuckin' rep! Nahmean?? Cats go on and on about what Jonesy reppin' and shit in the UWA; but, at the end of the day they know fa sho what Jonesy all about here! And that's a fuckin' fact! There's no questions about it whatsoeva! But then we got a man like Sentinel who had no clue where the fuck he was goin' afta he won that fuckin' belt! Then V. Jones comes along and gives his punk ass a direction to follow! V the mahfucka that lit a fire unda his bitch ass! V the very reason that sonuvabitch even carryin' that damn belt still! And you best believe that Jonesy gonna be the same fuckin' reason he trudgin' around the damn locka room with his head hangin' low reminiscin' on the good old days and shit afta Raising Hell is all said and done!
Josh Thurman: Strong words....
Vince Jones: Strong words lead to even stronga actions! That's the way it is!
Josh Thurman: And you're not at all worried that the champ will catch wind of all that you've said tonight?? Not at all?? Not one bit??
Vince smirks at the thought of it and shakes his head in disappointment.
Vince Jones: Hmph! Its whateva, bruh! Goes right back to what Jonesy was just sayin'! The mahfucka don't know whetha he comin' or goin'! While V. Jones full steam ahead and all up in yo face you got Sentinel stumblin' ova his damn self tryin' to find his damn way! The mahfucka comes out and tells the people how he's ready to wreck and destroy anything in his fuckin' path afta capturin' that damn belt! The punk ass tellin' the world that this beast about to be let loose and shit! Then, the mahfucka nails a bitch ass kid at a show and the punk gonna go soft?? He gonna go straight in the shell and hide now?? He ready to give up the fuckin' belt?? Get da fuck outta here with all that shit! Its obvious Sentinel and V. Jones operate on different levels!
Vince leans forward in his chair.
Vince Jones: Beasts wreck havoc on shit! Beasts destroy! Beasts run wild! Beasts do what the fuck they gonna do, no questions asked! And in the end beasts have no remorse for the outcomes of their actions and shit! Cats look at Sentinel and they look at V. Jones and they wanna lump us in the same category! They wanna compare us! Cats that been waitin' for this fuckin' fight been drawin' their comparisions for months now! Oh its The Violence and The Silent Destroya ready to square off in that damn ring! The fact that V and Sentinel fighting for the same damn thing is where all the similarities come to an end! Jonesy's the real beast! Sentinel's a pretenda that's scared of his own shadow! Jonesy tells it like it is and not worried about how he's perceived while Sentinel already shown that despite all the shit he talkin' lately he quick to take that fuckin' high road! (in a mocking tone) What Mr. Georgio?? You want this guy to jump how high again?? Oh! What's that, Mr. Georgio?? You need a blow job too?? No problem, sir! Be right there!
Josh Thurman covers his mouth in shock at Vince's words. Vince shrugs his shoulders and nods his head.
Vince Jones: Oh yeah! That just happened! Go run tell dat! Give the mahfucka some more fuel for his fuckin' fire to burn at Raising Hell!
Vince starts rubbin' his hands together in anticipation.
Vince Jones: Cuz if we gonna do this shit! We fuckin' gonna do the damn thing that night! Sometimes you just wanna go to fuckin' war, bruh!
Josh Thurman: Really??
Vince glares at Josh and nods his head.
Vince Jones: Yeah! Really...Matta fact you can let the bitch know that Jonesy'd love to break his girl off a lil somethin', somethin' afta V. Jones knocks him the fuck out! (nodding his head) That's right! V normally be talkin' about silencin' mahfuckas and shit! Not the case this time, bruh!
V turns and looks dead on at the camera.
Vince Jones: V comin' straight for you and lookin' to knock (points at the camera) you the fuck out at Raising Hell, son! V 'bout that life! What was her name again...Talon?? What a coincidence cuz when the bitch feelin' lonely that night when its all said and done she gonna be scratchin' and clawin' away at yo mans (points to himself) right here, bruh! Word is bond!
Vince Jones flashes a toothy smile at the camera and laughs to himself.
Vince Jones: Hey! Its the least that V can do. Right? Jonesy plannin on takin' your belt and V. Jones plannin' on takin' yo bitch for a spin or two! What's it called? The spoils of fuckin' war and shit, right??
What appears to now be a video clip comes to an abrupt pause as Vince Jones and Josh Thurman can be seen sitting on the screen in freeze frame. The camera pans out and we see Reno Banks and Vince Jones standing in front of a monitor. Reno has his arms folded across his chest staring back at Vince Jones absolute disbelief.
Reno Banks: Really, Vinnie J?? You took it there??
Vince nods his head.
Vince Jones: Yeah! V took it all the way to the otha side and shit with Sentinel! You act as if V should give a shit!
Reno Banks: I'm just saying that Sentinel is unlike any other opponent you've encountered so far in the UWA! What I'm saying is...
Vince immediately throws up a hand and cuts Reno Banks off mid-sentence.
Vince Jones: What you're sayin' is givin' V a fuckin' headache here! You can take the fuckin' tape and drop it on his Sentinel's fuckin' doorstep for all V cares, Reno! Open that shit up, turn that motha fucka on, and let the games begin!
Reno rolls his eyes in the direction of Vince.
Reno Banks: I'm just sayin' that we don't need to fire the champ up even more than necessary before the big match takes place! That's all I'm sayin'!!
Vince begins shaking his head at Reno's words.
Vince Jones: You know somethin'? You talk as if Sentinel's the only mahfucka that wants that gold! No one has eva just rolled up on Jonesy and stole a championship belt off him! Why? Cuz V don't allow that type of shit!
Reno Banks: Well, this is the time that its all about action, Vinnie J! We're in the here and the now! We're in the moment! These are the times when guys become remembered or forgotten! Which one will you be??
Vince Jones snarls at the thought of Reno's words.
Vince Jones: V don't have time for the cliche "in the moment" bullshit spiel and shit,bruh! We don't have time!
Reno Banks: Hey! I'm sorry, but these are the times in which legacies are made and legacies run by the way side and fade to black...
Vince stands in his place and glares a hole through the head of Reno. Banks notices the oh so familiar glare on Vince's face and continues on with his words of wisdom.
Reno Banks: Which side of the freakin' coin are you plannin' on bein' on when Raising Hell is all said and done?
Vince stands there in silence for a change. Reno noticies his change and responds.
Reno Banks: You (points at Vince) and I (points to himself) both know that the L word is something you can't avoid by any costs. No one can...
Vince pauses in thought and just shakes his head as a calvacade of thoughts begin to flood his mind as he turns and exits the office and slowly stroll down the hallway with his hands in his pockets. A shiver of adrenaline at the thought of the coming war immediately shoots up his spine.
"Legacy...Hmph!"
Vince continues on down the hall ever so slowly as he begins opening and clenching his left fist over and over.
"Legacy can be put on hold for a moment! We're going to fuckin' war! "
The camera slowly fades to black as Vince pounds his fists together in anticipation.