Post by vincejones on Jun 24, 2014 21:54:23 GMT -6
"Cats be sayin' that first impressions are the lasting ones! Well, the first time that V saw him Jonesy knew right then and there that he wanted to be him..."
The camera fades into a smallish, dimly-lit hallway, where a rather large, bearded black man in a black and white pinstriped suit is standing next to a slightly more imposing figure, a much younger Vince Jones aka VJ. From outside the curtains at the end of the hallway the sound of an explosive crowd of people can be heard going absolutely nuts right now. The young VJ appears to be nearly trembling with eagerness at the moment as a blonde haired man decked out in a black hooded cape who rivals him in size comes waltzing down the hallway with pure fire in his eyes and a cold gaze as he stares straight ahead of him and marches onward.
"He wanted all that he had..."
The large, bearded black man looks at the blonde haired man and shoots him a grin. The blonde haired man instantly returns the grin with a reassuring nod.
"He wanted to be where he was..."
The young VJ reaches out a hand to greet the blonde haired.
"He wanted assurance and shit..."
The blonde haired man slaps his hand away viciously and shoots him a look of absolute disgust with VJs (Vince Jones') presence.
"Jonesy wanted for the first time in life to know that he was in control ova somethin'..."
Young VJ rolls his eyes at the blonde-haired fighter.
"The first time this young pup, VJ, who was fresh off his time behind bars saw him in action he knew that he needed to be "The Man" so that he would neva have to worry about shit eva again..."
The blonde-haired fighter passes him by and VJ watches him with an intense pair of eyes.
"Everything would be alright for Jonesy if he could be 'The Man'... "
The blonde-haired fighter reaches the curtains and bows his head and prepares himself for battle. VJ glares back at him in fury.
"...But to be 'The Man' VJ knew from that moment on that he would eventually have to beat 'The Man' and that man was none otha than Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright..."
Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright suddenly pushes his way through the curtains and is engulfed by an enormous roar from the audience on hand as the camera slowly fades to black.
The screen is pitch black and the sound of a loud, raucous crowd, can be heard screaming at the top of their lungs in excitement. The camera slowly fades into what appears to be a dimly lit gym of some sort. The building is at near capacity right now and the energy that circumvents the crowd is absolutely electric at the moment. The camera pans around the expanse of the building and catches sight of what appears to be a large fenced in battle zone where two warriors appear to be in the middle of a heated war. A large, red-haired, bearded man can be seen taking a wild swing at his opponent, Jack Wright, but totally whiffs as Wright quickly ducks and fires back with a stiff kick to the man's gut. The bearded man doubles over in pain and drops to one knee. His face is almost totally painted a bright crimson by his blood as well as the blood of Jack Wright. The bearded man's blonde-haired attacker, Jack Wright, quickly takes a step back as the bearded man tries to stagger his way back to his feet. All of a sudden Jack Wright shoots forward and nails the bearded man with a vicious spear that sends him straight back in the metal fencing that wraps their battle ground. The crowd errupts upon the impact of the bearded man.
OOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!!
Jack Wright begins nailing the now winded, bearded, big man in the sides with shot after shot after of punches and knees. Jack Wright stands to his feet, tall and proud and begins playing to the crowd assembled around him as if he is now toying with his opponent. The crowd now begins chanting his name in unison.
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
The beared man grimaces in pain as he holds his side and tries to summon the strength to stand to his feet. In the meantime, the man known as Jack Wright, begins taunting him and begs for him to fight back. The bearded man slumps to the side as Jack Wright steps forward, grabs him by his sweat soaked red-hair, and slings him down to the floor leaving him there face down. Jack Wright looks down upon his opponent with cold eyes and shakes his head in disappointment. The bearded man tries his best to pick himself back up using every ounce of strength he has left in his battered and beaten body. The blood thirsty crowd watches their hero in excitement and new a chant begins to ring out from every corner of the room.
FINISH HIM!!!
FINISH HIM!!!
FINISH HIM!!!
FINISH HIM!!!
Jack Wright looks around at the crowd and nods in agreement. He slowly stalks his near fallen prey nearly drooling at what's to come next. The bearded man tries pushing himself up as Jack Wright pounces on him and grabs him with both hands around his head.
FINISH HIM!!!
FINISH HIM!!
FINISH HIM!!!
FINISH HIM!!!
All of a sudden Jack Wright violently twists the man's head in an awkward position snapping his opponent's neck and drops him to the mat in a heap. The bearded man grabs a hold of his neck and begins rolling around on the mat in absolute pain as the arena bursts with a chorus of cheers. The referee inside of the cage rushes over to check on Jack Wright's fallen opponent as Jack Wright immediately begins parading the cage already knowing within himself that he is victorious. He begins waving his hands in the air and playing to the crowd as the referee immediately calls for the bell to be sounded. All of a sudden the voice of an announcer blares out through the air.
Announcer: YOUR WINNER...AND STILL THE REIGNING CHAMPION OF THE NYUFC....JACK "THE HELL-RAISER" WRIGHT!!!!
Jack Wright summons for a microphone and the staff on hand quickly make their way inside the cage to honor his request. The crowd noise level slowly begins to lower as they await the words of their champion. Jack Wright saunters over to his fallen opponent and just shakes his head in utter disappointment as he swipes away the blood from his sweat-soaked, crimson colored face.
Jack Wright: Someone get this piece of crap out of my cage before he starts rotting and stinkin' up the joint!!
Staff quickly make their way inside the cage and attempt to roll the injured man onto a stretcher.
Jack Wright: Get out the damn way for a second! I got a lil partin' gift for this piece of shit they had me facin' tonight!!!
Jack Wright gives the injured, Drew Winthrop, a heavy kick to the ribs leaving him wincing in even more pain than he was before. Drew Winthrop immediately clutches his possibly broken neck and begins wailing out in pain at the top of his lungs to the absolute delight of the crowd.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!
Jack Wright: Now I'm finished with him!!! Carry his worthless ass outta here!!! He has no business even bein' in my presence!!!
The crowd continues screaming and yelling in favor of their champion.
JACK WRIGHT!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
Their champion, Jack Wright, nods in agreement with the crowd's absolute love affair with him with a cocky smirk across his face. He then motions for the crowd to simmer down for a moment as he prepares to address them. The crowd quiets down on command. Jack Wright looks around the room at the assembled crowd with and chuckles to himself.
Jack Wright: Where the hell are we right now??
The crowd responds in unison.
HELL'S HAVEN!!!
Jack Wright: (cups his ear) I can't hear you!!! Where are we again???
HELL'S HAVEN!!!
Jack Wright: And who is the number one man around here??
JACK WRIGHT!!!
Jack Wright: WHO???
JACK WRIGHT!!!
Jack Wright: Say it again!!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
Jack Wright: That's what I thought! I'm the sole protector of Hell's Haven! I am your champion, Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright! You can take that to the bank!
Jack Wright begins to slowly walk around the cage gently caressing the metal of the cage that confines him.
Jack Wright: So why? Why do these underlings continue to test me?? Why? They line them all up and I destroy every last one of them every time! It don't matta who the hell you are! You step foot into Hell's Haven and you're not walkin' out on your own two feet! Ask that sorry piece of shit, Drew Winthrop, what it feels like to face me! I just had the man shipped out of here on a damn stretcher for Christ's sake!! There's absolutely no man on Earth that can defeat me! This is my fuckin' house and I will be the damn champion of the NYUFC until they put me to fuckin' rest for good!! Long live your king!!!
The crowd errupts with enthusiasm as Jack Wright drops the mic on the floor and throws his hands up in the air celebrating his victory and wallowing in the admiration that is being showered upon him from the crowd.
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright slowly makes his way out of the cage as the roar of the crowd slowly fades to nothing. The full gym slowly changes to an abandoned, rundown lonely one. The cage still remains in the middle of the ring but it has its share of a collection of dust on it. The gym that was once illuminated brightly by the ceiling lights is now only lit by the light shining in through a few shattered windows scattered about the vicinity. The life that pumped through this very gymnasium or small arena appears as if it had been drained from every crevice of this building for possibly years now. The camera pans around the expanse of the run down vicinity and catches sight of Vince Jones who is sitting in the bleachers alone and lost in his memories. He finally emerges from his daydreaming of what was, leans back, and slowly begins to become re-acquainted with what has become of Hell's Haven the place he used to call his home. Vince continues to sit there in utter silence.
"To think that this place used to be one of the hottest spots in this fuckin' city, man. Hell's Haven, the hotbed of the fuckin' NYUFC and shit."
Vince Jones shakes his head in disappointment.
"Its a damn shame that this spot got blown the fuck up like it did, man!"
He slowly rises to his feet and begins making his way down the bleachers to the floor.
"All this shit was live and poppin'. Illegal gamblin', black market shit, you name it and that shit was goin' down..."
Vince Jones reaches the cage, "Hell's Haven", and he just gazes at it with the delighted eyes of a child.
"Hell's Haven..."
Vince begins to slowly wander around the outside edge of the cage peering inside.
"This the very core of all that Jack Wright considered his! This was his fuckin' shrine, the spot he'd torment any and all!
Vince stops in his tracks, grabs a hold of the cage, presses his forehead against the metal and looks inside.
"How many mahfuckas would step inside of this joint only to get they asses carried the fuck back out?? Who knows?? Jonesy bein' one of the many...beat the fuck down, knocked the fuck out, and carted the fuck out just like all the rest of 'em at one time or anotha...."
Vince shakes his head in disappointment with himself and looks down at the floor for a moment in silence. He slowly lifts his head back up and begins circling the cage once again slowly as he makes his way to the entrance.
"Cats in the UWA talk about bein' monstahs and shit! Cats talkin' about bein' champions. This Fray-sha Freeman thinkin' he a beast, a fuckin' force to be reckoned with! "
Vince Jones shakes his head as pulls open the door of the massive cage and steps inside.
"How the fuck do you take a so called monstah like this Freeman cat seriously when you've already stood toe-to-toe with one of the biggest monstahs you've eva had to face in yo life already and you put that mahfucka in a hospital bed for the rest of his fuckin' life??"
Vince walks towards the edge of the cage and leans his head against the cage in silent thought.
"Monstahs don't live foreva. Eventually they answerin' to someone. Jack Wright answered to Jonesy in the end and now he a fuckin' vegetable and shit."
Vince shakes his head and chuckles to himself softly.
"Then there's this Kyle Travis...the champ! For all the fuckin' hate this guy right here's held for Jack Wright there's one damn thing that V could neva doubt about that bitch ass mahfucka! The man knew he was the king of Hell's Haven and he ruled ova it like a fuckin' boss should. He neva begged for recognition. He took that shit! Every cat from the top to the fuckin' bottom of the NYUFC knew who he was and they all knew their fuckin' place was eitha a notch below his or fuckin' low-ah! He knew that he was ontop and he made it clear to every cat set foot in his fuckin' house. This Kyle Travis mahfucka runs his mouth as if he tryin' to convince himself who the fuck he is. What kinda fuckin' champ is that? Sounds like the type of guy that needs to add the word "form-ah" to that championship title he claimin' and shit...."
Vince lifts his head, turns around, and leans his back against the cage and folds his arms across his chest. He begins nodding his head slowly.
"Just a few short fuckin' days and its onto Searing Agony. Its a fuckin' shame that the one man that Jonesy's hated for years turns out to be the one guy that's shown Jonesy more than he willin' to give the bitch credit for!"
Vince shakes his head in disappointment and frustration.
"Freeman and Travis, two more mahfuckas that V gotta push to the fuckin' side to eventually give this damn UWA the kinda champion that the joint fuckin' needs like that bitch Jack Wright was to the NYUFC."
Vince Jones bows his head as the camera slowly fades to black.
The camera fades into a smallish, dimly-lit hallway, where a rather large, bearded black man in a black and white pinstriped suit is standing next to a slightly more imposing figure, a much younger Vince Jones aka VJ. From outside the curtains at the end of the hallway the sound of an explosive crowd of people can be heard going absolutely nuts right now. The young VJ appears to be nearly trembling with eagerness at the moment as a blonde haired man decked out in a black hooded cape who rivals him in size comes waltzing down the hallway with pure fire in his eyes and a cold gaze as he stares straight ahead of him and marches onward.
"He wanted all that he had..."
The large, bearded black man looks at the blonde haired man and shoots him a grin. The blonde haired man instantly returns the grin with a reassuring nod.
"He wanted to be where he was..."
The young VJ reaches out a hand to greet the blonde haired.
"He wanted assurance and shit..."
The blonde haired man slaps his hand away viciously and shoots him a look of absolute disgust with VJs (Vince Jones') presence.
"Jonesy wanted for the first time in life to know that he was in control ova somethin'..."
Young VJ rolls his eyes at the blonde-haired fighter.
"The first time this young pup, VJ, who was fresh off his time behind bars saw him in action he knew that he needed to be "The Man" so that he would neva have to worry about shit eva again..."
The blonde-haired fighter passes him by and VJ watches him with an intense pair of eyes.
"Everything would be alright for Jonesy if he could be 'The Man'... "
The blonde-haired fighter reaches the curtains and bows his head and prepares himself for battle. VJ glares back at him in fury.
"...But to be 'The Man' VJ knew from that moment on that he would eventually have to beat 'The Man' and that man was none otha than Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright..."
Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright suddenly pushes his way through the curtains and is engulfed by an enormous roar from the audience on hand as the camera slowly fades to black.
The screen is pitch black and the sound of a loud, raucous crowd, can be heard screaming at the top of their lungs in excitement. The camera slowly fades into what appears to be a dimly lit gym of some sort. The building is at near capacity right now and the energy that circumvents the crowd is absolutely electric at the moment. The camera pans around the expanse of the building and catches sight of what appears to be a large fenced in battle zone where two warriors appear to be in the middle of a heated war. A large, red-haired, bearded man can be seen taking a wild swing at his opponent, Jack Wright, but totally whiffs as Wright quickly ducks and fires back with a stiff kick to the man's gut. The bearded man doubles over in pain and drops to one knee. His face is almost totally painted a bright crimson by his blood as well as the blood of Jack Wright. The bearded man's blonde-haired attacker, Jack Wright, quickly takes a step back as the bearded man tries to stagger his way back to his feet. All of a sudden Jack Wright shoots forward and nails the bearded man with a vicious spear that sends him straight back in the metal fencing that wraps their battle ground. The crowd errupts upon the impact of the bearded man.
OOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!!
Jack Wright begins nailing the now winded, bearded, big man in the sides with shot after shot after of punches and knees. Jack Wright stands to his feet, tall and proud and begins playing to the crowd assembled around him as if he is now toying with his opponent. The crowd now begins chanting his name in unison.
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
The beared man grimaces in pain as he holds his side and tries to summon the strength to stand to his feet. In the meantime, the man known as Jack Wright, begins taunting him and begs for him to fight back. The bearded man slumps to the side as Jack Wright steps forward, grabs him by his sweat soaked red-hair, and slings him down to the floor leaving him there face down. Jack Wright looks down upon his opponent with cold eyes and shakes his head in disappointment. The bearded man tries his best to pick himself back up using every ounce of strength he has left in his battered and beaten body. The blood thirsty crowd watches their hero in excitement and new a chant begins to ring out from every corner of the room.
FINISH HIM!!!
FINISH HIM!!!
FINISH HIM!!!
FINISH HIM!!!
Jack Wright looks around at the crowd and nods in agreement. He slowly stalks his near fallen prey nearly drooling at what's to come next. The bearded man tries pushing himself up as Jack Wright pounces on him and grabs him with both hands around his head.
FINISH HIM!!!
FINISH HIM!!
FINISH HIM!!!
FINISH HIM!!!
All of a sudden Jack Wright violently twists the man's head in an awkward position snapping his opponent's neck and drops him to the mat in a heap. The bearded man grabs a hold of his neck and begins rolling around on the mat in absolute pain as the arena bursts with a chorus of cheers. The referee inside of the cage rushes over to check on Jack Wright's fallen opponent as Jack Wright immediately begins parading the cage already knowing within himself that he is victorious. He begins waving his hands in the air and playing to the crowd as the referee immediately calls for the bell to be sounded. All of a sudden the voice of an announcer blares out through the air.
Announcer: YOUR WINNER...AND STILL THE REIGNING CHAMPION OF THE NYUFC....JACK "THE HELL-RAISER" WRIGHT!!!!
Jack Wright summons for a microphone and the staff on hand quickly make their way inside the cage to honor his request. The crowd noise level slowly begins to lower as they await the words of their champion. Jack Wright saunters over to his fallen opponent and just shakes his head in utter disappointment as he swipes away the blood from his sweat-soaked, crimson colored face.
Jack Wright: Someone get this piece of crap out of my cage before he starts rotting and stinkin' up the joint!!
Staff quickly make their way inside the cage and attempt to roll the injured man onto a stretcher.
Jack Wright: Get out the damn way for a second! I got a lil partin' gift for this piece of shit they had me facin' tonight!!!
Jack Wright gives the injured, Drew Winthrop, a heavy kick to the ribs leaving him wincing in even more pain than he was before. Drew Winthrop immediately clutches his possibly broken neck and begins wailing out in pain at the top of his lungs to the absolute delight of the crowd.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!
Jack Wright: Now I'm finished with him!!! Carry his worthless ass outta here!!! He has no business even bein' in my presence!!!
The crowd continues screaming and yelling in favor of their champion.
JACK WRIGHT!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
Their champion, Jack Wright, nods in agreement with the crowd's absolute love affair with him with a cocky smirk across his face. He then motions for the crowd to simmer down for a moment as he prepares to address them. The crowd quiets down on command. Jack Wright looks around the room at the assembled crowd with and chuckles to himself.
Jack Wright: Where the hell are we right now??
The crowd responds in unison.
HELL'S HAVEN!!!
Jack Wright: (cups his ear) I can't hear you!!! Where are we again???
HELL'S HAVEN!!!
Jack Wright: And who is the number one man around here??
JACK WRIGHT!!!
Jack Wright: WHO???
JACK WRIGHT!!!
Jack Wright: Say it again!!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
Jack Wright: That's what I thought! I'm the sole protector of Hell's Haven! I am your champion, Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright! You can take that to the bank!
Jack Wright begins to slowly walk around the cage gently caressing the metal of the cage that confines him.
Jack Wright: So why? Why do these underlings continue to test me?? Why? They line them all up and I destroy every last one of them every time! It don't matta who the hell you are! You step foot into Hell's Haven and you're not walkin' out on your own two feet! Ask that sorry piece of shit, Drew Winthrop, what it feels like to face me! I just had the man shipped out of here on a damn stretcher for Christ's sake!! There's absolutely no man on Earth that can defeat me! This is my fuckin' house and I will be the damn champion of the NYUFC until they put me to fuckin' rest for good!! Long live your king!!!
The crowd errupts with enthusiasm as Jack Wright drops the mic on the floor and throws his hands up in the air celebrating his victory and wallowing in the admiration that is being showered upon him from the crowd.
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
JACK WRIGHT!!!
Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright slowly makes his way out of the cage as the roar of the crowd slowly fades to nothing. The full gym slowly changes to an abandoned, rundown lonely one. The cage still remains in the middle of the ring but it has its share of a collection of dust on it. The gym that was once illuminated brightly by the ceiling lights is now only lit by the light shining in through a few shattered windows scattered about the vicinity. The life that pumped through this very gymnasium or small arena appears as if it had been drained from every crevice of this building for possibly years now. The camera pans around the expanse of the run down vicinity and catches sight of Vince Jones who is sitting in the bleachers alone and lost in his memories. He finally emerges from his daydreaming of what was, leans back, and slowly begins to become re-acquainted with what has become of Hell's Haven the place he used to call his home. Vince continues to sit there in utter silence.
"To think that this place used to be one of the hottest spots in this fuckin' city, man. Hell's Haven, the hotbed of the fuckin' NYUFC and shit."
Vince Jones shakes his head in disappointment.
"Its a damn shame that this spot got blown the fuck up like it did, man!"
He slowly rises to his feet and begins making his way down the bleachers to the floor.
"All this shit was live and poppin'. Illegal gamblin', black market shit, you name it and that shit was goin' down..."
Vince Jones reaches the cage, "Hell's Haven", and he just gazes at it with the delighted eyes of a child.
"Hell's Haven..."
Vince begins to slowly wander around the outside edge of the cage peering inside.
"This the very core of all that Jack Wright considered his! This was his fuckin' shrine, the spot he'd torment any and all!
Vince stops in his tracks, grabs a hold of the cage, presses his forehead against the metal and looks inside.
"How many mahfuckas would step inside of this joint only to get they asses carried the fuck back out?? Who knows?? Jonesy bein' one of the many...beat the fuck down, knocked the fuck out, and carted the fuck out just like all the rest of 'em at one time or anotha...."
Vince shakes his head in disappointment with himself and looks down at the floor for a moment in silence. He slowly lifts his head back up and begins circling the cage once again slowly as he makes his way to the entrance.
"Cats in the UWA talk about bein' monstahs and shit! Cats talkin' about bein' champions. This Fray-sha Freeman thinkin' he a beast, a fuckin' force to be reckoned with! "
Vince Jones shakes his head as pulls open the door of the massive cage and steps inside.
"How the fuck do you take a so called monstah like this Freeman cat seriously when you've already stood toe-to-toe with one of the biggest monstahs you've eva had to face in yo life already and you put that mahfucka in a hospital bed for the rest of his fuckin' life??"
Vince walks towards the edge of the cage and leans his head against the cage in silent thought.
"Monstahs don't live foreva. Eventually they answerin' to someone. Jack Wright answered to Jonesy in the end and now he a fuckin' vegetable and shit."
Vince shakes his head and chuckles to himself softly.
"Then there's this Kyle Travis...the champ! For all the fuckin' hate this guy right here's held for Jack Wright there's one damn thing that V could neva doubt about that bitch ass mahfucka! The man knew he was the king of Hell's Haven and he ruled ova it like a fuckin' boss should. He neva begged for recognition. He took that shit! Every cat from the top to the fuckin' bottom of the NYUFC knew who he was and they all knew their fuckin' place was eitha a notch below his or fuckin' low-ah! He knew that he was ontop and he made it clear to every cat set foot in his fuckin' house. This Kyle Travis mahfucka runs his mouth as if he tryin' to convince himself who the fuck he is. What kinda fuckin' champ is that? Sounds like the type of guy that needs to add the word "form-ah" to that championship title he claimin' and shit...."
Vince lifts his head, turns around, and leans his back against the cage and folds his arms across his chest. He begins nodding his head slowly.
"Just a few short fuckin' days and its onto Searing Agony. Its a fuckin' shame that the one man that Jonesy's hated for years turns out to be the one guy that's shown Jonesy more than he willin' to give the bitch credit for!"
Vince shakes his head in disappointment and frustration.
"Freeman and Travis, two more mahfuckas that V gotta push to the fuckin' side to eventually give this damn UWA the kinda champion that the joint fuckin' needs like that bitch Jack Wright was to the NYUFC."
Vince Jones bows his head as the camera slowly fades to black.