Post by vincejones on Mar 19, 2014 1:55:23 GMT -6
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Date: Saturday, March 8th, 2014
The camera slowly fades into a packed gymnasium in New York City, the locale for an autograph signing featuring some of New York's own wrestlers from the past. The air is filled with excitement as wrestling fans young and old go from table to table in hopes of getting autographs from wrestlers that they grew up watching on t.v and at live events all around the country. As the camera pans around the room it catches sight of the many smiling faces of the event attendees as well as some of New York's finest wrestling stars of the past who are truly thankful for the opportunity to give back to some of the many people who admired them throughout the years.
All is well with the exception of one lonely table at the back corner of the gymnasium without a soul lined up in front of it. Sitting at this particular table of retired wrestlers is a masked Luchador high-flyer who once was known by the name of "El Pequito Burro de Desastre", Pablo Ramirez. He has his arms folded across his chest and is leaning back in his chair anxiously awaiting his first opportunity to sign an autograph any adoring fan that happens to stroll by. Seated next to him is a rather elderly and grumpy looking old man who was once known throughout the New York circuit as Walter "The Godfather" Morgan. He appears rather bored at the moment as he taps his finger on the table anxiously awaiting some wrestling fans to acknowledge his presence. All of a sudden a large and somewhat familiar looking black man sporting a goatee, dark shades, and some black urban ware comes marching towards the table dragging along a middle-aged man who appears to be one of the supervisors for this event. Vince finally releases the man from his grasp upon reaching the table.
Vince Jones: This some bullshit! You know this some bullshit, man!
Supervisor: I...we've talked about this countless times today, Mr. Jones.
Vince abruptly raises his hand as if he his about the backslap the poor man.
Vince Jones: Cut the crap! Aiight? How the hell you gonna have man like Jonesy up in the building today, practically wrestlin' royalty, and have him sharin' a damn table with (points at the table) these two bitches, huh?? What kinda shit is that? When you got a guy like V on the scene you should be rollin' out the red carpet and shit! You should be doin' whateva it takes to keep him happy!
Supervisor: (shrugs) I'm sorry! There's nothing else I can do, Mr. Jones! This is the best I've got.
Vince folds his arms across his chest and just shakes his head in disappointment.
Vince Jones: Hmph! Whateva!
The supervisor takes this slight moment to scurry away.
The two wrestlers turn towards Vince and just glare at him as Vince snatches his chair and squeezes in between the two of them. Vince tries to make himself comfortable in his seat as he starts pushing and shoving the two wrestlers on either side of him with his elbows.
Vince Jones: Hey yo! 'Least you two could do is give a brutha some damn space here!
The two wrestlers snarl at his presence and slide out the way for Vince. The elderly Ryan Morgan folds his arms across his chest and just shakes his head in disappointment.
Vince Jones: Hey! Don't be lookin' at V like that! Aiight? We stuck at this damn table with each otha a few more hours and that's it! V ain't tryin' to get to know you two like that!
Ryan Morgan: (muttering) Sorry punk!
Vince pauses abruptly and slowly raises the dark shades on his face to now expose his two fury-filled eyes.
Vince Jones: What you say, old school??
Morgan slowly turns towards Vince Jones in an act of defiance and returns his glare with one of his own.
Ryan Morgan: I said you're a sorry punk! What? Are you hard of hearing now?
Vince's anger changes to disbelief and amusement at the sight of the old man's demeanor.
Vince Jones: Whateva! V don't have time to be fussin' with some lil bag of bones like yo self!
Ryan Morgan: That's what I thought!
Vince immediately stops and slowly turns his attention back to the old man.
Vince Jones: Whoa, whoa, whoooooooa! Hold the phone here, for a sec! Don't push yo luck, Noah! Aight? V'll send yo punk ass back to the damn nursing home they wheeled yo wrinkled up, sorry ass out of real quick!
Ryan and Vince suddenly notice the masked luchadore, Pablo, chuckling to himself at their expense. The two of them look at one another in disbelief.
Ryan Morgan: What's up with this guy, huh?
Vince Jones: V don't even know. V don't even know no more! First he gotta deal with you! Now he got some runaway from south of the Borda' laughin' at Jonesy like this shit's amusin' or somethin'! Can this guy ova here even speak English?
Vince turns towards the luchadore.
Vince Jones: (talking slowly) Hey yo, pinata man? You speakee Ingles, son? Huh? You understand the words that are comin' out of V's mouth??
Pablo Ramirez: Yes! I speak English! Now shut the hell...
A Woman's Voice: Heeeeey babe!
The three of them turn in the direction of the voice to see a face that is oh so familiar to us, Jasmine Shelley, the girlfriend and valet of Vince Jones who is all decked out in a rather provocative light, pink top, tight black jeans, and black Aquatalia heels. She smiles at Vince and raises the shades from over her eyes to get a better glimpse of him and his cohorts.
Jasmine Shelley: How's the autograph signing going so far?
Vince slumps back in his chair and shakes his head.
Vince Jones: How do you think this damn autograph signin' shit is goin', huh?? (points at his face) Does this look like the face of someone that's havin' a good time? Plus, they got V stuck at this damn table with (points at Pablo and Ryan) these two bitches!
Ryan and Pablo: (in unison) HEY!!
Jasmine shrugs her shoulders at Vince's comments, leans forward, and gives Vince a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Jasmine Shelley: Awww poor baby. Well, I'm sure things'll turn around for you guys soona or lata.
Vince pushes her away grunting.
Vince Jones: Hell with that! This some bullshit, Jazzie! That damn Reno and these stupid ass gigs of his!
Jasmine leans over the table and rests a gentle hand on Vince's shoulder in an effort to comfort him.
Jasmine Shelley: Everything'll be fine, V. I hear Reno's been workin' really hard to get you somethin' a lil more suitable for ya.
She stands up straight,blows Vince a kiss, and waves goodbye.
Jasmine Shelley: Well, I'm about to be on my way.
Vince sits up in his chair.
Vince Jones: And where the hell you off to,huh?
Jasmine Shelley: What? I thought I told you a few times already this week. I'm off to the recording studio. Where else?
Vince Jones: (in surprise) Since when?
Jasmine Shelley: Uh...since today...
Vince Jones: You??
Jasmine Shelley: Yes, (points to herself) me! This girl can sing.
Vince smirks at the thought.
Vince Jones: Okay...
Jasmine Shelley: (rolling her eyes) Anyways. I'm off to become the next big thing. Layta, babe.
Vince, Pablo, and Ryan watch her as she whirls around and vanishes in the crowd of wrestling fans.
Pablo Ramirez: Heh! I sure could give her a "mic" to sing in if you know what I mean, amigo. Ohh mamacita!!
The old man, Ryan Morgan, leans over Vince towards Pablo with a slight smirk on his wrinkly face.
Ryan Morgan: (chuckling) You wouldn't know what to do with a looka like that. C'mon! They didn't give me the nickname "The Godfather" back in the day for nothin', kid! (points to himself) I was the kinda guy that took care of business inside the ring...and outside the ring. (winks) Ya know if I remember correctly I think I invented that whole "69" move. I think that's what you kids call it these days...
Vince turns towards Pablo and Ryan one at a time and shoves them both to the side in fury.
Vince Jones: Whoa! Whoa! Whoooooooa! Enough of that shit! That's V's girl you poppin' off at the mouth about! Ya sick ass mahfuckas! Shit!
Suddenly the three of them are approached by an overweight twenty something year old guy with his red hair tied back in a ponytail and sporting a red t-shirt and blue jeans. He stops in confusion and just stares at the three of them. Vince, Ryan, and Pablo immediately cease their squabbling and turn in the direction of the fan boy.
Vince Jones: And what the hell you lookin' at, huh?? You got a staring problem or some shit, man?
Wrestling Fan: Uhhhhh....who are you guys supposed to be?
Pablo Ramirez: Some New York City wrestling legends, that's who...
Ryan Morgan: Yeah. What he said now are you lookin' for some autographs or not, kid?
Wrestling Fan: Uhhhh....maybe not.
Pablo Ramirez: You're missing out, amigo! (points to himself) Two time luchador of the year runner-up right here, hombre.
Wrestling Fan: (under his breath) Buncha bums if you ask me!
Vince hears the comment and slowly rises to his feet as the guy turns to walk away.
Vince Jones: Hey!
The red head stops in his tracks and slowly turns around and spots Vince Jones who now has his arms folded across his chest.
Vince Jones: Yeah, V talkin' to you! Now Jonesy don't know 'bout these two clowns here, but you lookin' at a mova and shaka in this damn game! You best belieeeeve that!
Wrestling Fan: (in confusion) And who are you supposed to be?
Vince Jones: Vince mahfuckin' Jones, that's who!
Wrestling Fan: Vince who??
Vince Jones: Vince Jones, bitch! Was once runnin' shit in 360WE, A Dubb Cee, and a few otha places! Does that shit jog ya memory a bit, huh??
Wrestling Fan: Vince Jones?? (pauses in thought) Vince....Oh yeah! Vince Jones, the has been? No wait, you had to have been something in the first place to be one of those...
Vince Jones: WHAT???
Wrestling Fan: I don't ever remember you being a World Champ. The closest I remember you getting there was... second best.
Vince Jones: Fuck that shit!!!
Vince flips the table over in front of him sending photos of himself, Pablo, and Ryan Morgan flying everywhere. The red headed wrestling fan's eyes grow wide in shock as Vince leaps over the flipped table and knocks him to the floor with a massive clothesline. Vince quickly snatches the fan by his ankle and applies his patented "NYC Crippla". The wrestling fan instantly cries out in agony as Vince wrenches the submission in tight.
Wrestling Fan: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Vince Jones: YOU WANNA POP OFF AT THE MOUTH ABOUT JONESY???
Wrestling Fan: AHHHHH!!! LET ME GOOOOOOOO!!!
Pablo and Ryan Morgan try to pry Vince Jones off of the screaming wrestling fan, but their efforts are in vain as Vince hangs on to the guy's ankle for dear life.
Vince Jones: HAS BEEN??? WHERE YOU AT WITH THAT HAS BEEN SHIT NOW, BITCH?!?!? HUH?!?
Wrestling Fan: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!! HEEEELLLLP SOMEONE HELP ME!! GET HIM OFF ME!!!
Across the gym security guards begin to take notice of the commission taking place in the opposite corner of the room as a swarm of wrestling fans rush to the scene and begin watching and taking snapshots of the chaos. They immediately spring into action, dart across the gymnasium, and pounce on Vince and pry him off of the wrestling fan.
Vince Jones: Get off!!! V ain't finished with that sonuva bitch!!!
All of the fans watch in awe as Vince Jones is being dragged off by five security guards. The scene suddenly switches to an office where "The Violence" Vince Jones is seated in a chair with a look of total disinterest plastered across his face. The camera turns and catches sight of an older black man who is dressed in a gray, well-tailored business suit and is wearing a pair of thinly framed eyeglasses. This man is none other than Reno Banks "The Agent of the Stars", the agent of Vince Jones. He shakes his head in disappointment with Vince and lets out a sigh.
Reno Banks: So Mr. Jones, can you please explain to me why we are gathered here today?
Vince remains silent and just stares back at Reno.
Reno Banks: No explanation? Figures. Well, here's the problem. Right now I (points to himself) , Reno Banks, "The Agent of the Stars" should be taking care of important business. That's what agents like me do. Hence the name Agent of the Stars. And what should you be doing right now? Hmmmm (cups his chin) ...you should probably be signing autographs? I think that sounds about right...
Reno slowly rises to his feet and begins pacing back and forth around his desk and the seated Vince Jones.
Reno Banks: Yes, that was the plan. (points to himself) I would be conducting meetings with the network of other clients I represent while you would be putting smiles on wrestling fans faces. Simple little task, right? Wrong! All you have to do is simply sign your name here and there, give some autographs...
Vince pounds his fist on the surface of the armrest of his chair and snarls at the thought of his misfortunes of the day.
Vince Jones: Nah! Hell nah! V keeps it real, Reno! You know the deal!
Reno stops in his tracks sensing Vince's frustration and points a finger at him.
Reno Banks: No, no, no, no, no! This is my time, Mr. Jones! (points to himself emphatically) My time. Now let me continue because this is all leading up to something. For crying out loud I'm about to get my day started and take care of some important business than I get a phone call from someone down at that gymnasium telling me that you tried to rip the ankle clean off of some red-headed Pillsbury Doughboy today....
Vince Jones: Yeah...whateva! It is what it is, man!
Reno Banks: Oh, so that's your only retort right now? Yeah, whatever? How about I steal a quote from your book and "fill your ass in on a lil somethin', somethin' here". What you did today could easily bring repercussions, Vince!
Vince Jones: Reper...
Reno Banks: Consequences, Vince, or severe charges! (shakes his head) It can never be simple with you. V, it just can never be simple with you. I mean I've gone out of my way countless times to help you out,but it just seems to always end up the same way. Remember that gig I got you hooked up with, the wrestling commentator spot?
{{Flashback}}
The scene switches to a raucous arena where a wrestling match is underway. A well-dressed Vince Jones is spotted at the announcer's table along with a blonde-haired announcer.
Vince Jones: Yooooooooo!! We got a damn match up in here tonight! You can feel the intensity up in this joint, Steve!
Commentator Steve: (chuckling) He keeps it up like this and this kid's sure to be bypassing your career World Heavyweight title reigns. That's for sure....
Vince goes silent as his expression goes from excitement to fury real quick. Vince rips off his headset and begins pounding the hell out of his fellow commentator.
{{End Flashback}}
Vince Jones: You don't joke about Jonesy and think you gettin' away with it, man!
Reno rolls his eyes at the thought of it.
Reno Banks: And what about that Auto dealership job?
{{Flashback #2}}
The scene switches to an auto dealership's car lot where Vince Jones can be seen smashing a customer's face into the hood of a black '99 Audi.
Vince Jones: V sick and damn tired of tellin' you shit! Now buy the damn car already or roll the hell on!
{{End Flashback}}
Vince Jones: When you tryin' to make a damn sell you gotta do what you gotta do, Reno! You a businessman! You know that shit!
Reno Banks: Attacking your clientale is not how you make a sell at a car dealership, Mr. Jones!
Vince Jones: Well, that's how V rolls sometimes!
Reno Banks: And what about Norma's??
Vince Jones: What about Norma's ??
{{Flashback #3}}
The scene switches to the interior of Norma's at the Parker Meridien, a small casual breakfast and lunch spot in New York City. A customer is seated at a table sitting rather impatiently as he awaits his breakfast. All of a sudden Vince Jones comes charging on the scene wearing a cook's hat and apron and waves a plate full of burnt bacon and heavily overcooked eggs in the customer's face.
Vince Jones: You out yo damn mind if you seriously thinkin' the food V cooked for yo dumb ass tastes like shit! Now eat yo damn food and shut the hell up!
Customer: (in anger) Well I never...
Vince Jones throws the plate of food in the man's face and snarls.
Vince Jones: Shut the hell up or get the hell outta here!
{{Flashback Ends}}
The scene quickly switches back to the office of Reno Banks as Reno takes a seat at his desk, leans back in his chair, and begins twiddling his thumbs.
Vince Jones: Reno, what the hell do you expect, huh??? What the hell do you expect? V a damn fighta and fightas fight!
Reno nods in agreement.
Reno Banks: This is true. This is true, Vince. You are a fighter and you seem to have a hell of a lot of fight left in you which brings me to my next line of business...
Vince immediately slides his chair back away from Reno's desk shaking his head in disapproval.
Vince Jones: The answer is no, Reno! Enough with all these bum ass gigs you keep comin' up with! We done here!
Reno Banks quickly hops up to his feet in an effort to prevent Vince's exit.
Reno Banks: Now hold on just one minute, V! This is different than all those other gigs! Say it with me...U...W...A, Unchained Wrestling Alliance!
Vince Jones: (in confusion) Unchained Wrestling Alliance? What about Unchained??
Reno slowly opens up one of his desk drawers and whips out a folder marked "Unchained Wrestling Alliance". He tosses the folder on the desk in front of Vince Jones to view and shuts the desk drawer.
Reno Banks: Take a good look over that paperwork, Vince. That's opportunity, baby...
Vince glances down at the folder nearly unmoved by the offer in front of him.
Vince Jones: But V done with the game! Its ova, man!
Reno Banks: (shaking his head) Stop kidding yourself, V. You're in your prime. You still train like an animal. And for what, Vince? I know about your regimen.
Vince Jones: Its routine....
Reno Banks: I'm not stupid! There's more to it than that. Something is eating away at ya, something deep down inside. You have unfinished business that needs to be taken care of.
Reno leans forward as Vince slowly grabs ahold of the folder.
Reno Banks: I know it. Jasmine knows it. Most importantly (leans forwards and points at Vince) ...you know it! Now when you get the chance take a peep at the material inside...
Reno quickly opens it up for Vince and sifts through its contents to a wrestler profile.
Reno Banks: If you are so obliged to take a quick gander right here you'll notice that UWA has gone out of its way in not being hesitant in booking you against a...Kyle Northman for a debut, a possible return to the game.
Vince snatches the dark shades from off his face and rolls his eyes in Reno's direction.
Vince Jones: Reno...
Reno quickly slides from behind his desk and approaches Vince with a sly grin on his face.
Reno Banks: Its up to you. The ball's in your court. I talked to these guys in advance and figured you'd be up for the challenge. (pats Vince on the shoulder) If you're not that's on you. (points a finger at Vince) The choice is yours and its simple...you can show up or no show. Right?
Vince and Reno stand face to face in an awkward moment of silence.
Reno Banks: I hope you don't disappoint me, Vinnie baby.
Vince Jones: Fuck you, Reno! V's outta here!
Vince slowly turns his back on Reno and slowly makes his way to the door.
Reno Banks: And what about Jasmine, V?? I wouldn't wanna see you letting her down...
Vince stops in his tracks for a second and quicly shrugs off the thought as Reno continues calling after Vince.
Reno Banks: That's fine, Vince. That's totally fine by me. I'm being selfish here. I'm sorry. Excuse me for my intrusion. Excuse me for trying so hard here...
Vince Jones: Just stop, Reno!
Reno Banks: But I'm sure you'll do the right thing... for you. Pleasure as always, Mr. Jones. It is a pleasure as always. It's a shame that all those UWA fans out there will only know of Vince Jones as the guy who didn't have it in him to even show up for what would've been his first extraordinary match in UWA...
Vince's motion suddenly comes to a complete halt as if Reno finally struck a nerve with him.
Reno Banks: I mean what is a guy like me supposed to say, huh?? Do I say that big, bad Vee Jones was afraid to step in the ring? That Kyle Northman was just way too intimidating of an individual for "The One Man Dynasty" to possibly even think about walking down that aisle to contend with? (shrugs his shoulders) No way, not Vince Jones...
Vince slowly turns around towards Reno with a look of utter disgust plastered across his face.
Reno Banks: That's never the case with a guy like you. I'm sure of that. Maybe he just didn't have anything left in the tank. (pauses in thought) Now that could be a little more acceptable of a circumstance. The man, the myth, and the legend, Vince Jones could definitely save face with that explanation. Right?
Vince shakes his head and snarls at Reno's constant verbal jabs.
Reno Banks: Ya know when you've been wrestling for quite some time all the physicality is going to take its toll on ya eventually. Right, Vince? Maybe a fight against this Kyle Northman could turn out to be potentially too physical for a weary individual like yourself, Jonesy...
Vince slowly steps forward and leans against the desk and just shakes his head.
Vince Jones: You really had to take it there, Reno? Really??
Reno's sly grin begins to enlargen at the thought of his client, Vince Jones, starting to take down the barricade.
Reno Banks: I mean I'm not pushing you to do anything that you don't wanna do. I'm merely making sure that the people of UWA get what they deserve to see and that's a man like (points at Vince) you in action in the Shoreline Amphitheater for Monday Night Mayhem in good ole Mountain View California...
Vince Jones just shakes his head and begins to chuckle to himself softly.
Vince Jones: Ya know somethin', Reno. You really know how to push a mahfucka's buttons sometimes.
Reno Banks: Hey! I gotta admit I'm good at what I do. There's no doubt about that. So, I guess that means the people are gonna be getting their money's worth? Oh they're gonna get their first taste of "NYC's Most Rough, Rugged, and Raw"?
Reno reaches out and gives Vince Jones a gentle nudge of encouragement with his elbow.
Reno Banks: Right, right??? Just imagine the news, the headers...
Reno gazes up in the air and points Vince towards his invisible billboard in the sky.
Reno Banks: ...Vince Jones makes a triumphant return to the wrestling world with an impactful "Silencer" to UWA Kyle Northman in the center of the ring! You seeing this, Vinnie?? Its time, baby! Oh, its time! Oh, I know what time it is...
Vince rolls his eyes in disinterest.
Reno Banks: And I know (points at Vince) you know what time is....
Reno flashes a cheesy grin and delivers a "Sullivan nod" in Vince's direction.
Reno Banks: Yeah? Yeah??
Reno slams the folder shut and shoves it into Vince's chest.
Reno Banks: So, go ahead and take this with ya because you're gonna need it when you're a passenger on that Agent of the Stars Express, baby! Say it with me, Vince! We heading to UWA and you're about to be soaring.... (in a high pitched voice) SKY HIGH!!!
Vince Jones just stares back at Reno and abruptly makes his way to the door with the folder under his arm in silence. He swings the door open and suddenly stops in his place shaking his head.
Vince Jones: (sighs) Vachon...
Reno waves at Vince.
Reno Banks: That's right! I'll see ya in Cali, baby! Oh, and don't unleash all the octane in one night against that poor sap, Northman! Cuz ya know ya gotta, ya gotta save some of that fuel for the trip all the way back up to the top of the mountain peaks, baby!
Vince slides out the office door as the camera slowly fades to black.
Date: Saturday, March 8th, 2014
The camera slowly fades into a packed gymnasium in New York City, the locale for an autograph signing featuring some of New York's own wrestlers from the past. The air is filled with excitement as wrestling fans young and old go from table to table in hopes of getting autographs from wrestlers that they grew up watching on t.v and at live events all around the country. As the camera pans around the room it catches sight of the many smiling faces of the event attendees as well as some of New York's finest wrestling stars of the past who are truly thankful for the opportunity to give back to some of the many people who admired them throughout the years.
All is well with the exception of one lonely table at the back corner of the gymnasium without a soul lined up in front of it. Sitting at this particular table of retired wrestlers is a masked Luchador high-flyer who once was known by the name of "El Pequito Burro de Desastre", Pablo Ramirez. He has his arms folded across his chest and is leaning back in his chair anxiously awaiting his first opportunity to sign an autograph any adoring fan that happens to stroll by. Seated next to him is a rather elderly and grumpy looking old man who was once known throughout the New York circuit as Walter "The Godfather" Morgan. He appears rather bored at the moment as he taps his finger on the table anxiously awaiting some wrestling fans to acknowledge his presence. All of a sudden a large and somewhat familiar looking black man sporting a goatee, dark shades, and some black urban ware comes marching towards the table dragging along a middle-aged man who appears to be one of the supervisors for this event. Vince finally releases the man from his grasp upon reaching the table.
Vince Jones: This some bullshit! You know this some bullshit, man!
Supervisor: I...we've talked about this countless times today, Mr. Jones.
Vince abruptly raises his hand as if he his about the backslap the poor man.
Vince Jones: Cut the crap! Aiight? How the hell you gonna have man like Jonesy up in the building today, practically wrestlin' royalty, and have him sharin' a damn table with (points at the table) these two bitches, huh?? What kinda shit is that? When you got a guy like V on the scene you should be rollin' out the red carpet and shit! You should be doin' whateva it takes to keep him happy!
Supervisor: (shrugs) I'm sorry! There's nothing else I can do, Mr. Jones! This is the best I've got.
Vince folds his arms across his chest and just shakes his head in disappointment.
Vince Jones: Hmph! Whateva!
The supervisor takes this slight moment to scurry away.
The two wrestlers turn towards Vince and just glare at him as Vince snatches his chair and squeezes in between the two of them. Vince tries to make himself comfortable in his seat as he starts pushing and shoving the two wrestlers on either side of him with his elbows.
Vince Jones: Hey yo! 'Least you two could do is give a brutha some damn space here!
The two wrestlers snarl at his presence and slide out the way for Vince. The elderly Ryan Morgan folds his arms across his chest and just shakes his head in disappointment.
Vince Jones: Hey! Don't be lookin' at V like that! Aiight? We stuck at this damn table with each otha a few more hours and that's it! V ain't tryin' to get to know you two like that!
Ryan Morgan: (muttering) Sorry punk!
Vince pauses abruptly and slowly raises the dark shades on his face to now expose his two fury-filled eyes.
Vince Jones: What you say, old school??
Morgan slowly turns towards Vince Jones in an act of defiance and returns his glare with one of his own.
Ryan Morgan: I said you're a sorry punk! What? Are you hard of hearing now?
Vince's anger changes to disbelief and amusement at the sight of the old man's demeanor.
Vince Jones: Whateva! V don't have time to be fussin' with some lil bag of bones like yo self!
Ryan Morgan: That's what I thought!
Vince immediately stops and slowly turns his attention back to the old man.
Vince Jones: Whoa, whoa, whoooooooa! Hold the phone here, for a sec! Don't push yo luck, Noah! Aight? V'll send yo punk ass back to the damn nursing home they wheeled yo wrinkled up, sorry ass out of real quick!
Ryan and Vince suddenly notice the masked luchadore, Pablo, chuckling to himself at their expense. The two of them look at one another in disbelief.
Ryan Morgan: What's up with this guy, huh?
Vince Jones: V don't even know. V don't even know no more! First he gotta deal with you! Now he got some runaway from south of the Borda' laughin' at Jonesy like this shit's amusin' or somethin'! Can this guy ova here even speak English?
Vince turns towards the luchadore.
Vince Jones: (talking slowly) Hey yo, pinata man? You speakee Ingles, son? Huh? You understand the words that are comin' out of V's mouth??
Pablo Ramirez: Yes! I speak English! Now shut the hell...
A Woman's Voice: Heeeeey babe!
The three of them turn in the direction of the voice to see a face that is oh so familiar to us, Jasmine Shelley, the girlfriend and valet of Vince Jones who is all decked out in a rather provocative light, pink top, tight black jeans, and black Aquatalia heels. She smiles at Vince and raises the shades from over her eyes to get a better glimpse of him and his cohorts.
Jasmine Shelley: How's the autograph signing going so far?
Vince slumps back in his chair and shakes his head.
Vince Jones: How do you think this damn autograph signin' shit is goin', huh?? (points at his face) Does this look like the face of someone that's havin' a good time? Plus, they got V stuck at this damn table with (points at Pablo and Ryan) these two bitches!
Ryan and Pablo: (in unison) HEY!!
Jasmine shrugs her shoulders at Vince's comments, leans forward, and gives Vince a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Jasmine Shelley: Awww poor baby. Well, I'm sure things'll turn around for you guys soona or lata.
Vince pushes her away grunting.
Vince Jones: Hell with that! This some bullshit, Jazzie! That damn Reno and these stupid ass gigs of his!
Jasmine leans over the table and rests a gentle hand on Vince's shoulder in an effort to comfort him.
Jasmine Shelley: Everything'll be fine, V. I hear Reno's been workin' really hard to get you somethin' a lil more suitable for ya.
She stands up straight,blows Vince a kiss, and waves goodbye.
Jasmine Shelley: Well, I'm about to be on my way.
Vince sits up in his chair.
Vince Jones: And where the hell you off to,huh?
Jasmine Shelley: What? I thought I told you a few times already this week. I'm off to the recording studio. Where else?
Vince Jones: (in surprise) Since when?
Jasmine Shelley: Uh...since today...
Vince Jones: You??
Jasmine Shelley: Yes, (points to herself) me! This girl can sing.
Vince smirks at the thought.
Vince Jones: Okay...
Jasmine Shelley: (rolling her eyes) Anyways. I'm off to become the next big thing. Layta, babe.
Vince, Pablo, and Ryan watch her as she whirls around and vanishes in the crowd of wrestling fans.
Pablo Ramirez: Heh! I sure could give her a "mic" to sing in if you know what I mean, amigo. Ohh mamacita!!
The old man, Ryan Morgan, leans over Vince towards Pablo with a slight smirk on his wrinkly face.
Ryan Morgan: (chuckling) You wouldn't know what to do with a looka like that. C'mon! They didn't give me the nickname "The Godfather" back in the day for nothin', kid! (points to himself) I was the kinda guy that took care of business inside the ring...and outside the ring. (winks) Ya know if I remember correctly I think I invented that whole "69" move. I think that's what you kids call it these days...
Vince turns towards Pablo and Ryan one at a time and shoves them both to the side in fury.
Vince Jones: Whoa! Whoa! Whoooooooa! Enough of that shit! That's V's girl you poppin' off at the mouth about! Ya sick ass mahfuckas! Shit!
Suddenly the three of them are approached by an overweight twenty something year old guy with his red hair tied back in a ponytail and sporting a red t-shirt and blue jeans. He stops in confusion and just stares at the three of them. Vince, Ryan, and Pablo immediately cease their squabbling and turn in the direction of the fan boy.
Vince Jones: And what the hell you lookin' at, huh?? You got a staring problem or some shit, man?
Wrestling Fan: Uhhhhh....who are you guys supposed to be?
Pablo Ramirez: Some New York City wrestling legends, that's who...
Ryan Morgan: Yeah. What he said now are you lookin' for some autographs or not, kid?
Wrestling Fan: Uhhhh....maybe not.
Pablo Ramirez: You're missing out, amigo! (points to himself) Two time luchador of the year runner-up right here, hombre.
Wrestling Fan: (under his breath) Buncha bums if you ask me!
Vince hears the comment and slowly rises to his feet as the guy turns to walk away.
Vince Jones: Hey!
The red head stops in his tracks and slowly turns around and spots Vince Jones who now has his arms folded across his chest.
Vince Jones: Yeah, V talkin' to you! Now Jonesy don't know 'bout these two clowns here, but you lookin' at a mova and shaka in this damn game! You best belieeeeve that!
Wrestling Fan: (in confusion) And who are you supposed to be?
Vince Jones: Vince mahfuckin' Jones, that's who!
Wrestling Fan: Vince who??
Vince Jones: Vince Jones, bitch! Was once runnin' shit in 360WE, A Dubb Cee, and a few otha places! Does that shit jog ya memory a bit, huh??
Wrestling Fan: Vince Jones?? (pauses in thought) Vince....Oh yeah! Vince Jones, the has been? No wait, you had to have been something in the first place to be one of those...
Vince Jones: WHAT???
Wrestling Fan: I don't ever remember you being a World Champ. The closest I remember you getting there was... second best.
Vince Jones: Fuck that shit!!!
Vince flips the table over in front of him sending photos of himself, Pablo, and Ryan Morgan flying everywhere. The red headed wrestling fan's eyes grow wide in shock as Vince leaps over the flipped table and knocks him to the floor with a massive clothesline. Vince quickly snatches the fan by his ankle and applies his patented "NYC Crippla". The wrestling fan instantly cries out in agony as Vince wrenches the submission in tight.
Wrestling Fan: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Vince Jones: YOU WANNA POP OFF AT THE MOUTH ABOUT JONESY???
Wrestling Fan: AHHHHH!!! LET ME GOOOOOOOO!!!
Pablo and Ryan Morgan try to pry Vince Jones off of the screaming wrestling fan, but their efforts are in vain as Vince hangs on to the guy's ankle for dear life.
Vince Jones: HAS BEEN??? WHERE YOU AT WITH THAT HAS BEEN SHIT NOW, BITCH?!?!? HUH?!?
Wrestling Fan: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!! HEEEELLLLP SOMEONE HELP ME!! GET HIM OFF ME!!!
Across the gym security guards begin to take notice of the commission taking place in the opposite corner of the room as a swarm of wrestling fans rush to the scene and begin watching and taking snapshots of the chaos. They immediately spring into action, dart across the gymnasium, and pounce on Vince and pry him off of the wrestling fan.
Vince Jones: Get off!!! V ain't finished with that sonuva bitch!!!
All of the fans watch in awe as Vince Jones is being dragged off by five security guards. The scene suddenly switches to an office where "The Violence" Vince Jones is seated in a chair with a look of total disinterest plastered across his face. The camera turns and catches sight of an older black man who is dressed in a gray, well-tailored business suit and is wearing a pair of thinly framed eyeglasses. This man is none other than Reno Banks "The Agent of the Stars", the agent of Vince Jones. He shakes his head in disappointment with Vince and lets out a sigh.
Reno Banks: So Mr. Jones, can you please explain to me why we are gathered here today?
Vince remains silent and just stares back at Reno.
Reno Banks: No explanation? Figures. Well, here's the problem. Right now I (points to himself) , Reno Banks, "The Agent of the Stars" should be taking care of important business. That's what agents like me do. Hence the name Agent of the Stars. And what should you be doing right now? Hmmmm (cups his chin) ...you should probably be signing autographs? I think that sounds about right...
Reno slowly rises to his feet and begins pacing back and forth around his desk and the seated Vince Jones.
Reno Banks: Yes, that was the plan. (points to himself) I would be conducting meetings with the network of other clients I represent while you would be putting smiles on wrestling fans faces. Simple little task, right? Wrong! All you have to do is simply sign your name here and there, give some autographs...
Vince pounds his fist on the surface of the armrest of his chair and snarls at the thought of his misfortunes of the day.
Vince Jones: Nah! Hell nah! V keeps it real, Reno! You know the deal!
Reno stops in his tracks sensing Vince's frustration and points a finger at him.
Reno Banks: No, no, no, no, no! This is my time, Mr. Jones! (points to himself emphatically) My time. Now let me continue because this is all leading up to something. For crying out loud I'm about to get my day started and take care of some important business than I get a phone call from someone down at that gymnasium telling me that you tried to rip the ankle clean off of some red-headed Pillsbury Doughboy today....
Vince Jones: Yeah...whateva! It is what it is, man!
Reno Banks: Oh, so that's your only retort right now? Yeah, whatever? How about I steal a quote from your book and "fill your ass in on a lil somethin', somethin' here". What you did today could easily bring repercussions, Vince!
Vince Jones: Reper...
Reno Banks: Consequences, Vince, or severe charges! (shakes his head) It can never be simple with you. V, it just can never be simple with you. I mean I've gone out of my way countless times to help you out,but it just seems to always end up the same way. Remember that gig I got you hooked up with, the wrestling commentator spot?
{{Flashback}}
The scene switches to a raucous arena where a wrestling match is underway. A well-dressed Vince Jones is spotted at the announcer's table along with a blonde-haired announcer.
Vince Jones: Yooooooooo!! We got a damn match up in here tonight! You can feel the intensity up in this joint, Steve!
Commentator Steve: (chuckling) He keeps it up like this and this kid's sure to be bypassing your career World Heavyweight title reigns. That's for sure....
Vince goes silent as his expression goes from excitement to fury real quick. Vince rips off his headset and begins pounding the hell out of his fellow commentator.
{{End Flashback}}
Vince Jones: You don't joke about Jonesy and think you gettin' away with it, man!
Reno rolls his eyes at the thought of it.
Reno Banks: And what about that Auto dealership job?
{{Flashback #2}}
The scene switches to an auto dealership's car lot where Vince Jones can be seen smashing a customer's face into the hood of a black '99 Audi.
Vince Jones: V sick and damn tired of tellin' you shit! Now buy the damn car already or roll the hell on!
{{End Flashback}}
Vince Jones: When you tryin' to make a damn sell you gotta do what you gotta do, Reno! You a businessman! You know that shit!
Reno Banks: Attacking your clientale is not how you make a sell at a car dealership, Mr. Jones!
Vince Jones: Well, that's how V rolls sometimes!
Reno Banks: And what about Norma's??
Vince Jones: What about Norma's ??
{{Flashback #3}}
The scene switches to the interior of Norma's at the Parker Meridien, a small casual breakfast and lunch spot in New York City. A customer is seated at a table sitting rather impatiently as he awaits his breakfast. All of a sudden Vince Jones comes charging on the scene wearing a cook's hat and apron and waves a plate full of burnt bacon and heavily overcooked eggs in the customer's face.
Vince Jones: You out yo damn mind if you seriously thinkin' the food V cooked for yo dumb ass tastes like shit! Now eat yo damn food and shut the hell up!
Customer: (in anger) Well I never...
Vince Jones throws the plate of food in the man's face and snarls.
Vince Jones: Shut the hell up or get the hell outta here!
{{Flashback Ends}}
The scene quickly switches back to the office of Reno Banks as Reno takes a seat at his desk, leans back in his chair, and begins twiddling his thumbs.
Vince Jones: Reno, what the hell do you expect, huh??? What the hell do you expect? V a damn fighta and fightas fight!
Reno nods in agreement.
Reno Banks: This is true. This is true, Vince. You are a fighter and you seem to have a hell of a lot of fight left in you which brings me to my next line of business...
Vince immediately slides his chair back away from Reno's desk shaking his head in disapproval.
Vince Jones: The answer is no, Reno! Enough with all these bum ass gigs you keep comin' up with! We done here!
Reno Banks quickly hops up to his feet in an effort to prevent Vince's exit.
Reno Banks: Now hold on just one minute, V! This is different than all those other gigs! Say it with me...U...W...A, Unchained Wrestling Alliance!
Vince Jones: (in confusion) Unchained Wrestling Alliance? What about Unchained??
Reno slowly opens up one of his desk drawers and whips out a folder marked "Unchained Wrestling Alliance". He tosses the folder on the desk in front of Vince Jones to view and shuts the desk drawer.
Reno Banks: Take a good look over that paperwork, Vince. That's opportunity, baby...
Vince glances down at the folder nearly unmoved by the offer in front of him.
Vince Jones: But V done with the game! Its ova, man!
Reno Banks: (shaking his head) Stop kidding yourself, V. You're in your prime. You still train like an animal. And for what, Vince? I know about your regimen.
Vince Jones: Its routine....
Reno Banks: I'm not stupid! There's more to it than that. Something is eating away at ya, something deep down inside. You have unfinished business that needs to be taken care of.
Reno leans forward as Vince slowly grabs ahold of the folder.
Reno Banks: I know it. Jasmine knows it. Most importantly (leans forwards and points at Vince) ...you know it! Now when you get the chance take a peep at the material inside...
Reno quickly opens it up for Vince and sifts through its contents to a wrestler profile.
Reno Banks: If you are so obliged to take a quick gander right here you'll notice that UWA has gone out of its way in not being hesitant in booking you against a...Kyle Northman for a debut, a possible return to the game.
Vince snatches the dark shades from off his face and rolls his eyes in Reno's direction.
Vince Jones: Reno...
Reno quickly slides from behind his desk and approaches Vince with a sly grin on his face.
Reno Banks: Its up to you. The ball's in your court. I talked to these guys in advance and figured you'd be up for the challenge. (pats Vince on the shoulder) If you're not that's on you. (points a finger at Vince) The choice is yours and its simple...you can show up or no show. Right?
Vince and Reno stand face to face in an awkward moment of silence.
Reno Banks: I hope you don't disappoint me, Vinnie baby.
Vince Jones: Fuck you, Reno! V's outta here!
Vince slowly turns his back on Reno and slowly makes his way to the door.
Reno Banks: And what about Jasmine, V?? I wouldn't wanna see you letting her down...
Vince stops in his tracks for a second and quicly shrugs off the thought as Reno continues calling after Vince.
Reno Banks: That's fine, Vince. That's totally fine by me. I'm being selfish here. I'm sorry. Excuse me for my intrusion. Excuse me for trying so hard here...
Vince Jones: Just stop, Reno!
Reno Banks: But I'm sure you'll do the right thing... for you. Pleasure as always, Mr. Jones. It is a pleasure as always. It's a shame that all those UWA fans out there will only know of Vince Jones as the guy who didn't have it in him to even show up for what would've been his first extraordinary match in UWA...
Vince's motion suddenly comes to a complete halt as if Reno finally struck a nerve with him.
Reno Banks: I mean what is a guy like me supposed to say, huh?? Do I say that big, bad Vee Jones was afraid to step in the ring? That Kyle Northman was just way too intimidating of an individual for "The One Man Dynasty" to possibly even think about walking down that aisle to contend with? (shrugs his shoulders) No way, not Vince Jones...
Vince slowly turns around towards Reno with a look of utter disgust plastered across his face.
Reno Banks: That's never the case with a guy like you. I'm sure of that. Maybe he just didn't have anything left in the tank. (pauses in thought) Now that could be a little more acceptable of a circumstance. The man, the myth, and the legend, Vince Jones could definitely save face with that explanation. Right?
Vince shakes his head and snarls at Reno's constant verbal jabs.
Reno Banks: Ya know when you've been wrestling for quite some time all the physicality is going to take its toll on ya eventually. Right, Vince? Maybe a fight against this Kyle Northman could turn out to be potentially too physical for a weary individual like yourself, Jonesy...
Vince slowly steps forward and leans against the desk and just shakes his head.
Vince Jones: You really had to take it there, Reno? Really??
Reno's sly grin begins to enlargen at the thought of his client, Vince Jones, starting to take down the barricade.
Reno Banks: I mean I'm not pushing you to do anything that you don't wanna do. I'm merely making sure that the people of UWA get what they deserve to see and that's a man like (points at Vince) you in action in the Shoreline Amphitheater for Monday Night Mayhem in good ole Mountain View California...
Vince Jones just shakes his head and begins to chuckle to himself softly.
Vince Jones: Ya know somethin', Reno. You really know how to push a mahfucka's buttons sometimes.
Reno Banks: Hey! I gotta admit I'm good at what I do. There's no doubt about that. So, I guess that means the people are gonna be getting their money's worth? Oh they're gonna get their first taste of "NYC's Most Rough, Rugged, and Raw"?
Reno reaches out and gives Vince Jones a gentle nudge of encouragement with his elbow.
Reno Banks: Right, right??? Just imagine the news, the headers...
Reno gazes up in the air and points Vince towards his invisible billboard in the sky.
Reno Banks: ...Vince Jones makes a triumphant return to the wrestling world with an impactful "Silencer" to UWA Kyle Northman in the center of the ring! You seeing this, Vinnie?? Its time, baby! Oh, its time! Oh, I know what time it is...
Vince rolls his eyes in disinterest.
Reno Banks: And I know (points at Vince) you know what time is....
Reno flashes a cheesy grin and delivers a "Sullivan nod" in Vince's direction.
Reno Banks: Yeah? Yeah??
Reno slams the folder shut and shoves it into Vince's chest.
Reno Banks: So, go ahead and take this with ya because you're gonna need it when you're a passenger on that Agent of the Stars Express, baby! Say it with me, Vince! We heading to UWA and you're about to be soaring.... (in a high pitched voice) SKY HIGH!!!
Vince Jones just stares back at Reno and abruptly makes his way to the door with the folder under his arm in silence. He swings the door open and suddenly stops in his place shaking his head.
Vince Jones: (sighs) Vachon...
Reno waves at Vince.
Reno Banks: That's right! I'll see ya in Cali, baby! Oh, and don't unleash all the octane in one night against that poor sap, Northman! Cuz ya know ya gotta, ya gotta save some of that fuel for the trip all the way back up to the top of the mountain peaks, baby!
Vince slides out the office door as the camera slowly fades to black.