Post by vincejones on Jun 26, 2014 21:58:18 GMT -6
The scene is pitch black and all is silent. The low gruff voice of Vince Jones begins to speak ending the silence.
"The more things change the more things stay the same. Isn't that how shit goes down in life? Some of these cats in the UWA poppin' off at the mouth about Jonesy like Kyle Travis and Fray-sha Freeman and its as if V. Jones has heard all this shit before...."
All of a sudden the loud and abrupt banging sound of a door being kicked in is heard absolutely loud and perfectly clear . We now see an office where a large bearded black man with a cleanly shaved head decked out in a black and white pin-striped suit is seated behind a desk. His eyes immediately dart towards the kicked in door as if to be prepared for the very worst. On either side of him stand to bodyguards dressed in all black who quickly ready their selves to strike at the sound of the sudden commotion from what possibly could be an intruder. All of a sudden a man that we have slowly become to know as Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright comes storming into the office and makes his way straight to the desk and slams his fists on the table emphatically. The two bodyguards are about to move in on Jack Wright; but, the large bearded man behind the desk raises a hand signaling for his two protectors to stand down. Upon his signal the two bodyguards instantly stand down but from their body language they are slightly disappointed by the big man's call. Jack Wright leans stands tall and glares down at the big man with his chest heaving in fury.
Jack Wright: Big Lex, you and I have a problem right about now!
The large bearded black man that we know as Big Lex focuses his attention on Jack Wright as he slowly leans back in his chair rather nonchalantly and just shakes his head in disappointment with Jack Wright's sudden unexpected intrusion in his office.
Big Lex: First of all, how long have you (points at Jack Wright) and I (points to himself) known each otha Mista Jack Wright, Mista Hell-Ray-za? How long now?
Jack Wright clenches his teeth at the sound of Big Lex's words leans even further across the desk and delivers each one of his words even more deliberately than before.
Jack Wright: I don't have time for your shit, Lex! You (points a finger at Lex emphatically) hear me??
Big Lex: You haven't answered my question, Jack...
Jack Wright immediately slams his fists down on Big Lex's desk and explodes with rage.
Jack Wright: I don't give a flying fuck about your question right now, Big Lex! Right now the two of us gotta whole helluva a lotta shit we need to iron out right here and right now! What the hell is up with this "The Violence of the NYUFC" bullshit, huh?? Who the fuck is he and where the fuck did you get all that crap from?? "The Violence of the NYUFC" sounds like some guy whose the fuckin' champ of all (Jack Wright stretches out his arms and looks around the room from side-to-side) this, all of fuckin' Hell's Haven! You catchin' my drift here now??
Big Lex: (nodding) I see...
Jack Wright: Oh, I bet you do see, Big Lex! I bet you do! I hope you also see how much that kinda shit really pisses a guy like me off, your REAL champion of Hell's Haven and the whole fuckin' NYUFC! I mean buildin' up this whole "The Violence of NYUFC" crap is like a total slap to my face, (slaps himself) Lex! That shit is absolute disrepect! And the worst part of all this bullshit is the fact that you got him facin' me (points to himself) in the cage! What?? Are you hopin' this cat takes me down or somethin' now?? Is that what you want?? Are you plotting against me now??
Big Lex: There's no plot against you, Jack! Nothing's goin' on! All you gotta do is go out there and win. That's what you do naturally, right?
Jack Wright: You just don't get it! You don't pull this kinda shit without tellin' me first! I shouldn't be hearin' about all this "Violence of NYUFC" bullshit second hand! I should be the absolute first guy to know before I eva just happen to be booked to fight the fuckin' guy! Now if you don't fuckin' tell me who the hell this guy is you and I are gonna have even bigga issues between the two of us here! I mean for all the money that I make you down here its the least you could do! You at the very least owe that much of your fuckin' respect, Lex!
Big Lex clears his through and slowly rises to his feet and from the look on his face right now he appears to be boiling with anger deep down inside his very core.
Big Lex: You know what? Let me fill you in on a few things here, Mista Wright! Cuz it seems like you and I have a disconnect here in understanding where the two of us stand in regards to one anotha!
Jack Wright stands tall and folds his arms across his chest.
Jack Wright: Do tell! Doooooo tell me, Mr. Lex!
Big Lex: First of all, you (points at Wright) fuckin' work for (points to himself) me! I run all of the shit around here that you see! The New York Underground Fight Club is mine! That cage you call your fuckin' home out there is mine! I own that shit! You only fight in it and I allow it to be that way! Understood??
Jack Wright rolls his eyes and leans to the side. Big Lex points at the chair beside Jack Wright rather emphatically.
Big Lex: Take a fuckin' seat, Mista Wright! I'm not finished schoolin' you here!
Jack Wright: (under his breath) What the fuck eva!
Jack Wright slowly takes a seat at the desk, his remaining intently focused dead on Big Lex as the big man continues on with his rant.
Big Lex: So, you that comfortable, huh Jackie??
Jack Wright: (in outrage) Jackie?? Who the...
Big Lex viciously slams his massive hand down on the desk with a BOOM and glares down at Jack Wright totally taken back by his defiant tone of disrespect.
Big Lex: You shut the fuck up and listen to me good! I don't give a damn if you don't like me callin' you Jackie right now! You will sit there and you will take that shit with a damn smile across yo damn face as long as you in my damn house! You got that??
Jack Wright leans back in the chair and folds his arms across his chest trying the best he can to keep his retorts to himself for the time being.
Big Lex turns to either one of his bodyguards and just shakes his head in disbelief as he points in the direction of Jack Wright.
Big Lex: You see this mahfucka, boys?? Who the fuck this guy think he is right now, huh?? Who the fuck this guy think he is?? I mean is this cat so fuckin' big around here now that he gonna just kick in my office door, come waltzin' his pathetic ass in, and start tossin' out demands at (points to himself) me, Big Lex?? He got to be out his fuckin' mind right now!
Big Lex turns his attention back towards Jack Wright and cocks his head to the side.
Big Lex: If I rememba correctly I'm the guy who writes the checks around this joint! And a hefty chunk of change'll be comin' out yo next one to fix my door (points at the busted office door) you decided to bust shit out of today! C'mon now, Jackie! I'm the fuckin' guy that made you who you are today! Without me all you are is Jack Wright, a good for nothin' piece of Boston yard crap that would barely even be able to nab a job at a fuckin' McDonalds!
Big Lex leans forward towards Jack Wright.
Big Lex: You wanna re-live how hard it can be out there for a fuckin' ex-con, HUH??
Jack Wright: (shakes his head) No...
Big Lex: You betta put a sir on the end of that last statement! We ain't fuckin' friends! I'm yo fuckin' boss, mahfucka!!!
Jack Wright: I meant no sir...
Big Lex: Ya damn right that's what you meant, son! So the next time you get all high and mighty and you get that lil itch or liquid courage or whateva the fuck it was that prompted you to come stormin' in my office here today poppin' you damn mouth to me like you actually somebody that's worth a fuck in my eyes I want you to think about a few things! The chump change you put in my pocket with yo wins here in the NYUFC I could wipe my fuckin' ass with, flush it down the toilet, and not even think twice about it! I am the very centa of the drug game in New Yawk! I got a lot friends in very high places! You rise up against your fuckin' God and I can guarantee you that I can make sure you're livin' the rest of your life as a fuckin' bum on the streets! Understood!??
Jack Wright shakes his head in agreement.
Big Lex: Good!
Big Lex slowly regains his composure as he takes his seat behind his desk once again.
Big Lex: So...
Jack Wright: ....so what?
Big Lex: You were pretty fuckin' adamant about talkin' to me about some issue you had...
Jack Wright: Yeah. This "Violence of the NYUFC", who the fuck is this guy you've got me booked to face in a month or so?
Big Lex reclines back in his desk chair and chuckles to himself softly.
Big Lex: You should know him pretty well by now. Seems like there's just a tad bit of tension between the two of you...
Jack Wright leans forward in his chair.
Jack Wright: Oh, that tells me a whole lot, Lex! I mean just about every guy in the NYUFC wants a fuckin' piece of me right now! Could you be just a lil more specific?
Big Lex: Does the name Vee Jay mean anything to you, Mista Wright?
All of a sudden Jack Wright shoots himself backwards in his seat and sends Big Lex a look of absolute anger at the sound of the name.
Jack Wright: VJ, is your fuckin' guy, this "Violence of NYUFC"?? You've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me!! Since when does that forma EDW gangbangin' piece of garbage get the honor of steppin' into Hell's Haven to face a guy like me (points to himself), the damn champ?? Cancel that fuckin' fight, Lex!!!
Big Lex: No, its already set!!
Jack Wright leans across the desk getting even closer to Big Lex.
Jack Wright: Cancel the match, Lex! Since when does that piece of shit even deserve that shot, huh?? Since when?? The kid's not on my level! Its a fuckin' waste of time on your part! Cancel it!!
Big Lex: Now I don't necessarily know about all of that. The kid's been creatin' a fuckin' buzz around the NYUFC as of late. He's definitely been grabbin' people's attention around here. The kid has caught my eye. He's a move-ah and a shake-ah for sure. Seems like the kid may have gotten your attention at some point and time along the way too...
Jack Wright slams his hand down on the desk.
Jack Wright: He's not in my fuckin' league!!
Big Lex whirls around his chair around and totally turns his back on Jack Wright absolutely dismissing his presence in his office.
Big Lex: Well, if he's not on your damn level then you'll have no trouble layin' waste to him right?? This whole fight shouldn't be an issue then. Beat his ass and collect the cash...right??
Jack Wright hops up to his feet.
Jack Wright: That's not even the half of it, Lex! I mean...
Big Lex: Then let me give you the whole of the situation, Mista Wright. The match is set and if you lookin' to get paid that night then I will see you in that cage and you and Mista Violence will be puttin' on a good bloody show and makin' me some money! Kill or be killed, isn't that what you always say?
Jack Wright: Big Lex...
Big Lex: Thank you for yo time, Mista Wright. You may leave now!
Big Lex motions for Jack Wright to leave his office. The scene is abruptly cut short leaving a black t.v screen. The camera zooms out and catches sight of VJ, a younger Vince Jones, sitting in the office of Big Lex. Big Lex is seated in his usual chair with an expression of nonchalance plastered across his face. He is once again accompanied by his two bodyguards that stand on either side of his desk looking straight ahead with cold expressions on their face.
VJ: That's it?
Big Lex: That's all that you need to see for the moment.
VJ: So, that's how that piece of shit really feels??
Big Lex shrugs his shoulders.
Big Lex: Everyone's got their opinions...
VJ begins cracking his knuckles and trembles with rage.
VJ: That bitch has had it out for me since the very fuckin' beginnin'! Its just neva gonna end with that cat until I put an end to his bitch ass!
Big Lex laughs to himself.
Big Lex: He's the king of the hill right now in the NYUFC. When and if you're eva the man on top you'll know how it is to be a lil protective ova your spot. That's the way it goes.
VJ rises to his feet and shoves his chair back behind him.
VJ: Well, when the day comes to knock him the fuck off that damn high horse his punk ass is sittin' on I'll be game! Oh, I'll be fuckin' game!
Big Lex: Save some of that for the big fight!
VJ: Don't worry! There's a whole helluva lot of that left in the tank that I've had ready and waitin' for Wright's bitch ass for a long, long time!
Big Lex: Well, be ready...
VJ: I'll be more than ready....
The camera switches to the inside of Hell's Haven where the sound of an excited crowd can be heard screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs like absolute maniacs. All of a sudden we see what appears to be the body of a bloodied up Asian man landing on the floor in a heap totally unconsicous. All of a sudden an announcer is heard in the background.
Announcer: And your winner tonight..."The Violence of the NYUFC", VJ!!!
The scene changes and we see a black man wearing dreads struggling to break free from an armbar that VJ has him locked in. He finally gives up and taps out. VJ finally lets go of the hold and slowly rises to his feet.
Announcer: And your winner..."The Violence of the NYUFC", VJ!!!
The scene changes again and this time we see a large hispanic fighter lunging towards VJ who quickly snatches up a pipe that's laying on the ground and blasts him across the face knocking the man out cold. VJ stands over top of his fallen opponent and looks down at him in rage.
Announcer: And your winner tonight..."The Violence of the NYUFC", VJ!!!
All of a sudden the voice of Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright can be heard speaking as if on a microphone being broadcast over loud speakers as the camera slowly fades to black.
"They tell me that there's this otha guy in the NYUFC who's here to take my fuckin' spot! You hear that, my fuckin' spot! I hear this shit all the time! Its the kinda shit that really pisses me off! Maybe I haven't made myself clear but I'm Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright! I'm the guy who has and always will be sittin' on the fuckin' top lookin' down! What's his name again, VJ "The Violence of the NYUFC"?
The camera slowly fades into a dimly lit alleyway where VJ can be seen walking alone after exiting the gym of the NYUFC after one of his hard fought prize fights.
"I'm sure he's lovin' the money and shit! I'm sure he's lovin' the notoriety his thuggish ruggish ass has been gettin' as of late! I'm sure he's lovin' all that shit right about now!"
VJ can be seen quickly counting the wad of money he has on hand and quickly stuffs it into his pocket as he continues on his way.
"But it all comes to an end real soon when he finally steps up to the plate and has to come face to face with the force to be reckoned with around this joint, Jack Wright, the king of all the fuckin' monstahs around this place!"
All of a sudden a masked attacker dressed in all black comes running out of nowhere and smashes VJ in the back with a crowbar and drops him to the ground. The attacker begins stomping away at his victim in rage.
"See Jack Wright isn't the type of guy you take lightly! You tread sofly around your champion! Why?"
The masked attacker rips off his mask revealing himself to be none other than Jack Wright. He peers down at VJ who is writhing in pain on the ground clutching his back and side.
"Because Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright is the type of monstah that'll make your fuckin' life a livin' hell! Nighty night, Vee Jay..."
All of a sudden Jack Wright smashes VJ in the head with the crowbar and all suddenly goes black. All of a sudden the scene changes to Vince Jones' bedroom of his apartment where he suddenly sits up draped in a cold sweat.
Vince Jones: What the fuck??
Jasmine turns and wakes up, alarmed by Vince's demeanor.
Jasmine: V, what's wrong??
Vince turns and sits at side of the bed and clutches his head.
Vince Jones: Nothin'...
Jasmine sits up and turns towards Vince.
Jasmine: This isn't like you. You've been actin' so weird lately. So, what the fuck is up with you?
Vince sits there in silence for a moment.
Vince Jones: Just been thinkin' about some shit...past shit. Its nothin'...
Jasmine slides over and sits next to Vince on the side of the bed and puts an arm around him hoping to comfort him.
Jasmine: Wanna talk about it at all??
Vince Jones: No...look V just been a lil anxious to get in that fuckin' ring with Kyle Travis and that fuckin' Freeman! That's all it is! Shit kinda stirred up some old business and shit that got V thinkin' here and there!
Vince suddenly shoves her away in frustration.
Vince Jones: Let's just drop this shit! Nothin' to worry about.
Jasmine: (in confusion) If you say so...
Jasmine rolls back over to her side of the bed and tries her best to go back to sleep. In the meantime, Vince remains sitting on the side of the bed in silence.
"When you've conquered one its only fuckin' safe to say you've conquered them all..."
The camera slowly fades to black.
"The more things change the more things stay the same. Isn't that how shit goes down in life? Some of these cats in the UWA poppin' off at the mouth about Jonesy like Kyle Travis and Fray-sha Freeman and its as if V. Jones has heard all this shit before...."
All of a sudden the loud and abrupt banging sound of a door being kicked in is heard absolutely loud and perfectly clear . We now see an office where a large bearded black man with a cleanly shaved head decked out in a black and white pin-striped suit is seated behind a desk. His eyes immediately dart towards the kicked in door as if to be prepared for the very worst. On either side of him stand to bodyguards dressed in all black who quickly ready their selves to strike at the sound of the sudden commotion from what possibly could be an intruder. All of a sudden a man that we have slowly become to know as Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright comes storming into the office and makes his way straight to the desk and slams his fists on the table emphatically. The two bodyguards are about to move in on Jack Wright; but, the large bearded man behind the desk raises a hand signaling for his two protectors to stand down. Upon his signal the two bodyguards instantly stand down but from their body language they are slightly disappointed by the big man's call. Jack Wright leans stands tall and glares down at the big man with his chest heaving in fury.
Jack Wright: Big Lex, you and I have a problem right about now!
The large bearded black man that we know as Big Lex focuses his attention on Jack Wright as he slowly leans back in his chair rather nonchalantly and just shakes his head in disappointment with Jack Wright's sudden unexpected intrusion in his office.
Big Lex: First of all, how long have you (points at Jack Wright) and I (points to himself) known each otha Mista Jack Wright, Mista Hell-Ray-za? How long now?
Jack Wright clenches his teeth at the sound of Big Lex's words leans even further across the desk and delivers each one of his words even more deliberately than before.
Jack Wright: I don't have time for your shit, Lex! You (points a finger at Lex emphatically) hear me??
Big Lex: You haven't answered my question, Jack...
Jack Wright immediately slams his fists down on Big Lex's desk and explodes with rage.
Jack Wright: I don't give a flying fuck about your question right now, Big Lex! Right now the two of us gotta whole helluva a lotta shit we need to iron out right here and right now! What the hell is up with this "The Violence of the NYUFC" bullshit, huh?? Who the fuck is he and where the fuck did you get all that crap from?? "The Violence of the NYUFC" sounds like some guy whose the fuckin' champ of all (Jack Wright stretches out his arms and looks around the room from side-to-side) this, all of fuckin' Hell's Haven! You catchin' my drift here now??
Big Lex: (nodding) I see...
Jack Wright: Oh, I bet you do see, Big Lex! I bet you do! I hope you also see how much that kinda shit really pisses a guy like me off, your REAL champion of Hell's Haven and the whole fuckin' NYUFC! I mean buildin' up this whole "The Violence of NYUFC" crap is like a total slap to my face, (slaps himself) Lex! That shit is absolute disrepect! And the worst part of all this bullshit is the fact that you got him facin' me (points to himself) in the cage! What?? Are you hopin' this cat takes me down or somethin' now?? Is that what you want?? Are you plotting against me now??
Big Lex: There's no plot against you, Jack! Nothing's goin' on! All you gotta do is go out there and win. That's what you do naturally, right?
Jack Wright: You just don't get it! You don't pull this kinda shit without tellin' me first! I shouldn't be hearin' about all this "Violence of NYUFC" bullshit second hand! I should be the absolute first guy to know before I eva just happen to be booked to fight the fuckin' guy! Now if you don't fuckin' tell me who the hell this guy is you and I are gonna have even bigga issues between the two of us here! I mean for all the money that I make you down here its the least you could do! You at the very least owe that much of your fuckin' respect, Lex!
Big Lex clears his through and slowly rises to his feet and from the look on his face right now he appears to be boiling with anger deep down inside his very core.
Big Lex: You know what? Let me fill you in on a few things here, Mista Wright! Cuz it seems like you and I have a disconnect here in understanding where the two of us stand in regards to one anotha!
Jack Wright stands tall and folds his arms across his chest.
Jack Wright: Do tell! Doooooo tell me, Mr. Lex!
Big Lex: First of all, you (points at Wright) fuckin' work for (points to himself) me! I run all of the shit around here that you see! The New York Underground Fight Club is mine! That cage you call your fuckin' home out there is mine! I own that shit! You only fight in it and I allow it to be that way! Understood??
Jack Wright rolls his eyes and leans to the side. Big Lex points at the chair beside Jack Wright rather emphatically.
Big Lex: Take a fuckin' seat, Mista Wright! I'm not finished schoolin' you here!
Jack Wright: (under his breath) What the fuck eva!
Jack Wright slowly takes a seat at the desk, his remaining intently focused dead on Big Lex as the big man continues on with his rant.
Big Lex: So, you that comfortable, huh Jackie??
Jack Wright: (in outrage) Jackie?? Who the...
Big Lex viciously slams his massive hand down on the desk with a BOOM and glares down at Jack Wright totally taken back by his defiant tone of disrespect.
Big Lex: You shut the fuck up and listen to me good! I don't give a damn if you don't like me callin' you Jackie right now! You will sit there and you will take that shit with a damn smile across yo damn face as long as you in my damn house! You got that??
Jack Wright leans back in the chair and folds his arms across his chest trying the best he can to keep his retorts to himself for the time being.
Big Lex turns to either one of his bodyguards and just shakes his head in disbelief as he points in the direction of Jack Wright.
Big Lex: You see this mahfucka, boys?? Who the fuck this guy think he is right now, huh?? Who the fuck this guy think he is?? I mean is this cat so fuckin' big around here now that he gonna just kick in my office door, come waltzin' his pathetic ass in, and start tossin' out demands at (points to himself) me, Big Lex?? He got to be out his fuckin' mind right now!
Big Lex turns his attention back towards Jack Wright and cocks his head to the side.
Big Lex: If I rememba correctly I'm the guy who writes the checks around this joint! And a hefty chunk of change'll be comin' out yo next one to fix my door (points at the busted office door) you decided to bust shit out of today! C'mon now, Jackie! I'm the fuckin' guy that made you who you are today! Without me all you are is Jack Wright, a good for nothin' piece of Boston yard crap that would barely even be able to nab a job at a fuckin' McDonalds!
Big Lex leans forward towards Jack Wright.
Big Lex: You wanna re-live how hard it can be out there for a fuckin' ex-con, HUH??
Jack Wright: (shakes his head) No...
Big Lex: You betta put a sir on the end of that last statement! We ain't fuckin' friends! I'm yo fuckin' boss, mahfucka!!!
Jack Wright: I meant no sir...
Big Lex: Ya damn right that's what you meant, son! So the next time you get all high and mighty and you get that lil itch or liquid courage or whateva the fuck it was that prompted you to come stormin' in my office here today poppin' you damn mouth to me like you actually somebody that's worth a fuck in my eyes I want you to think about a few things! The chump change you put in my pocket with yo wins here in the NYUFC I could wipe my fuckin' ass with, flush it down the toilet, and not even think twice about it! I am the very centa of the drug game in New Yawk! I got a lot friends in very high places! You rise up against your fuckin' God and I can guarantee you that I can make sure you're livin' the rest of your life as a fuckin' bum on the streets! Understood!??
Jack Wright shakes his head in agreement.
Big Lex: Good!
Big Lex slowly regains his composure as he takes his seat behind his desk once again.
Big Lex: So...
Jack Wright: ....so what?
Big Lex: You were pretty fuckin' adamant about talkin' to me about some issue you had...
Jack Wright: Yeah. This "Violence of the NYUFC", who the fuck is this guy you've got me booked to face in a month or so?
Big Lex reclines back in his desk chair and chuckles to himself softly.
Big Lex: You should know him pretty well by now. Seems like there's just a tad bit of tension between the two of you...
Jack Wright leans forward in his chair.
Jack Wright: Oh, that tells me a whole lot, Lex! I mean just about every guy in the NYUFC wants a fuckin' piece of me right now! Could you be just a lil more specific?
Big Lex: Does the name Vee Jay mean anything to you, Mista Wright?
All of a sudden Jack Wright shoots himself backwards in his seat and sends Big Lex a look of absolute anger at the sound of the name.
Jack Wright: VJ, is your fuckin' guy, this "Violence of NYUFC"?? You've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me!! Since when does that forma EDW gangbangin' piece of garbage get the honor of steppin' into Hell's Haven to face a guy like me (points to himself), the damn champ?? Cancel that fuckin' fight, Lex!!!
Big Lex: No, its already set!!
Jack Wright leans across the desk getting even closer to Big Lex.
Jack Wright: Cancel the match, Lex! Since when does that piece of shit even deserve that shot, huh?? Since when?? The kid's not on my level! Its a fuckin' waste of time on your part! Cancel it!!
Big Lex: Now I don't necessarily know about all of that. The kid's been creatin' a fuckin' buzz around the NYUFC as of late. He's definitely been grabbin' people's attention around here. The kid has caught my eye. He's a move-ah and a shake-ah for sure. Seems like the kid may have gotten your attention at some point and time along the way too...
Jack Wright slams his hand down on the desk.
Jack Wright: He's not in my fuckin' league!!
Big Lex whirls around his chair around and totally turns his back on Jack Wright absolutely dismissing his presence in his office.
Big Lex: Well, if he's not on your damn level then you'll have no trouble layin' waste to him right?? This whole fight shouldn't be an issue then. Beat his ass and collect the cash...right??
Jack Wright hops up to his feet.
Jack Wright: That's not even the half of it, Lex! I mean...
Big Lex: Then let me give you the whole of the situation, Mista Wright. The match is set and if you lookin' to get paid that night then I will see you in that cage and you and Mista Violence will be puttin' on a good bloody show and makin' me some money! Kill or be killed, isn't that what you always say?
Jack Wright: Big Lex...
Big Lex: Thank you for yo time, Mista Wright. You may leave now!
Big Lex motions for Jack Wright to leave his office. The scene is abruptly cut short leaving a black t.v screen. The camera zooms out and catches sight of VJ, a younger Vince Jones, sitting in the office of Big Lex. Big Lex is seated in his usual chair with an expression of nonchalance plastered across his face. He is once again accompanied by his two bodyguards that stand on either side of his desk looking straight ahead with cold expressions on their face.
VJ: That's it?
Big Lex: That's all that you need to see for the moment.
VJ: So, that's how that piece of shit really feels??
Big Lex shrugs his shoulders.
Big Lex: Everyone's got their opinions...
VJ begins cracking his knuckles and trembles with rage.
VJ: That bitch has had it out for me since the very fuckin' beginnin'! Its just neva gonna end with that cat until I put an end to his bitch ass!
Big Lex laughs to himself.
Big Lex: He's the king of the hill right now in the NYUFC. When and if you're eva the man on top you'll know how it is to be a lil protective ova your spot. That's the way it goes.
VJ rises to his feet and shoves his chair back behind him.
VJ: Well, when the day comes to knock him the fuck off that damn high horse his punk ass is sittin' on I'll be game! Oh, I'll be fuckin' game!
Big Lex: Save some of that for the big fight!
VJ: Don't worry! There's a whole helluva lot of that left in the tank that I've had ready and waitin' for Wright's bitch ass for a long, long time!
Big Lex: Well, be ready...
VJ: I'll be more than ready....
The camera switches to the inside of Hell's Haven where the sound of an excited crowd can be heard screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs like absolute maniacs. All of a sudden we see what appears to be the body of a bloodied up Asian man landing on the floor in a heap totally unconsicous. All of a sudden an announcer is heard in the background.
Announcer: And your winner tonight..."The Violence of the NYUFC", VJ!!!
The scene changes and we see a black man wearing dreads struggling to break free from an armbar that VJ has him locked in. He finally gives up and taps out. VJ finally lets go of the hold and slowly rises to his feet.
Announcer: And your winner..."The Violence of the NYUFC", VJ!!!
The scene changes again and this time we see a large hispanic fighter lunging towards VJ who quickly snatches up a pipe that's laying on the ground and blasts him across the face knocking the man out cold. VJ stands over top of his fallen opponent and looks down at him in rage.
Announcer: And your winner tonight..."The Violence of the NYUFC", VJ!!!
All of a sudden the voice of Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright can be heard speaking as if on a microphone being broadcast over loud speakers as the camera slowly fades to black.
"They tell me that there's this otha guy in the NYUFC who's here to take my fuckin' spot! You hear that, my fuckin' spot! I hear this shit all the time! Its the kinda shit that really pisses me off! Maybe I haven't made myself clear but I'm Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright! I'm the guy who has and always will be sittin' on the fuckin' top lookin' down! What's his name again, VJ "The Violence of the NYUFC"?
The camera slowly fades into a dimly lit alleyway where VJ can be seen walking alone after exiting the gym of the NYUFC after one of his hard fought prize fights.
"I'm sure he's lovin' the money and shit! I'm sure he's lovin' the notoriety his thuggish ruggish ass has been gettin' as of late! I'm sure he's lovin' all that shit right about now!"
VJ can be seen quickly counting the wad of money he has on hand and quickly stuffs it into his pocket as he continues on his way.
"But it all comes to an end real soon when he finally steps up to the plate and has to come face to face with the force to be reckoned with around this joint, Jack Wright, the king of all the fuckin' monstahs around this place!"
All of a sudden a masked attacker dressed in all black comes running out of nowhere and smashes VJ in the back with a crowbar and drops him to the ground. The attacker begins stomping away at his victim in rage.
"See Jack Wright isn't the type of guy you take lightly! You tread sofly around your champion! Why?"
The masked attacker rips off his mask revealing himself to be none other than Jack Wright. He peers down at VJ who is writhing in pain on the ground clutching his back and side.
"Because Jack "The Hell-Raiser" Wright is the type of monstah that'll make your fuckin' life a livin' hell! Nighty night, Vee Jay..."
All of a sudden Jack Wright smashes VJ in the head with the crowbar and all suddenly goes black. All of a sudden the scene changes to Vince Jones' bedroom of his apartment where he suddenly sits up draped in a cold sweat.
Vince Jones: What the fuck??
Jasmine turns and wakes up, alarmed by Vince's demeanor.
Jasmine: V, what's wrong??
Vince turns and sits at side of the bed and clutches his head.
Vince Jones: Nothin'...
Jasmine sits up and turns towards Vince.
Jasmine: This isn't like you. You've been actin' so weird lately. So, what the fuck is up with you?
Vince sits there in silence for a moment.
Vince Jones: Just been thinkin' about some shit...past shit. Its nothin'...
Jasmine slides over and sits next to Vince on the side of the bed and puts an arm around him hoping to comfort him.
Jasmine: Wanna talk about it at all??
Vince Jones: No...look V just been a lil anxious to get in that fuckin' ring with Kyle Travis and that fuckin' Freeman! That's all it is! Shit kinda stirred up some old business and shit that got V thinkin' here and there!
Vince suddenly shoves her away in frustration.
Vince Jones: Let's just drop this shit! Nothin' to worry about.
Jasmine: (in confusion) If you say so...
Jasmine rolls back over to her side of the bed and tries her best to go back to sleep. In the meantime, Vince remains sitting on the side of the bed in silence.
"When you've conquered one its only fuckin' safe to say you've conquered them all..."
The camera slowly fades to black.