Post by vincejones on Aug 21, 2014 22:33:25 GMT -6
The camera slowly fades in and catches sight of Vince Jones sitting on a bench in a locker room with a sweat and blood soaked face. He is seated there with his head hung low. He pounds the bench with his fist in frustration. All of a sudden the gentle figure of his girlfriend, Jasmine Shelley, appears.
Jasmine: V, you fought hard out there...
Vince sits there in silence.
Jasmine: Despite the outcome you put it all on the line out there tonight...
Vince cocks his head to the side and snarls at the thought of coming up short in the ring.
Vince Jones: Despite the outcome?? Only thing that V took from that fuckin' match was a loss! No matta how you spin that shit it was a fuckin' failure! So, what makes you think that Jonesy gonna be proud of that shit, huh? V had that heavyweight strap at the tip of his fuckin' fingahs and just like that it got snatched away!
Vince slaps his head in total frustration with his self. Jasmine slowly leans down in front of him. She swipes the blood and sweat away from his face and peers deep into his eyes.
Jasmine: V, its inevitable. One of these days you're gonna be the man on top of the world. I believe in you.
She leans forward and gives Vince a long passionate kiss on the lips that slowly begins to soften his demeanor of rage. She then leans in closer, gently grabs him by the back of his neck, and presses her forehead against his.
Vince Jones suddenly snaps back to reality and is sitting in the back of a limo seated next to his brother Keshawn Jones who is smiling from ear-to-ear. Vince turns towards Keshawn and shoots him a rather intense glare.
Vince Jones: And what the fuck are you so happy about right now, huh?
Keshawn Jones: Yooooooo....what the fuck is up with you??
Vince Jones reaches over and slaps Keshawn in the back of the head.
Vince Jones: Raising Hell's in a few days and you fuckin' cheesin' like shit hasn't gotten real up in this UWA bitch for all of us? You already forgotten what happened to you and Reno at Mayhem?? You and Reno got jumped by that bastard, Protectah and both you cats got tied up all cuz of V's shit with Fray-sha Freeman!
Keshawn reaches over and puts a hand on Vince's shoulder.
Keshawn Jones: My man, you gotta chill sometimes...
Vince Jones: Chill?? You fuckin' out yo damn mind, son?? Chill, at a time like this?? We in the middle of a fuckin' war right now! Shells are flyin'! Freeman's crew been tryin' to bring that boom boom close to V and you talkin' about chillin'??
Keshawn shrugs his shoulders and chuckles to himself.
Vince Jones: You fuckin' high right now, Keshawn??
Keshawn Jones: Whoa, whoa, whooooooa! That shit don't even matta right now! But you wanna talk that real shit?? We can talk that real shit, man! So, answer me this. Is Raising Hell tonight?
Vince glares back at Keshawn in disapproval.
Keshawn Jones: C'mon man! Its a simple question. Is Raising Hell tonight??
Vince Jones: (in confusion) No...
Keshawn Jones: You fuckin' steppin' up to the plate against Freeman in that damn Ambulance Match tonight??
Vince Jones: (in confusion) Nah...wait! What the hell are you gettin' at right now??
Keshawn shakes his head in disappointment with his older brother and his tension at the moment.
Keshawn Jones: What I'm gettin' at is that you need to fuckin' relax man! You not fightin' Freeman tonight! You still got a few more days before that shit goes down! Hey...I know that things have been rough! Shit's been rough for us all; but, you gotta keep your head togetha, V.
Keshawn leans in close snatches Vince by the back of the head and he presses his forehead against Vince's.
Keshawn Jones: Keep ya head, son! Keep ya cool!
Vince Jones shoves Keshawn back and pulls away from his grasp.
Vince Jones: Get the fuck off V with that keep ya cool bullshit! Shit's serious right now!
Keshawn Jones: Ya see?? I guarantee you that's what Freeman wants right now! He'd love to see you crackin' and lookin' like you rattled and breakin' down at the fuckin' seams, man! If you call yourself walkin' out Vegas with that belt around yo waist still, you betta find yo cool real soon! Yo we want Freeman gettin' antsy, son! We want Freeman bitin' those nails and shit! Yo! You go in that match with Freeman runnin' wild through yo fuckin' head and you best believe you gonna be the one takin' that damn ride in that ambulance! So, what's it gonna be, man??
Vince scoffs at Keshawn's wild ideas.
Vince Jones: You fuckin' high right now, Keshawn!
Keshawn Jones: And you killin' you man's buzz with all that anger and shit! Now what's it gonna be??
Vince Jones takes a deep breath in and slowly exhales out all of his stress and tension that's been weighing his shoulders down for weeks upon end.
Vince Jones: So, what you got cookin'??
All of a sudden the taxi cab pulls up alongside the curb of a casino. Keshawn points out the window at the front doors with a large grin plastered across his face.
Keshawn Jones: Yo! We 'bout to get it in!
Vince Jones nods in agreement as Keshawn reaches over and points his fist in Vince's direction. Vince gives him a fist bump as Keshawn pushes open the door laughing outloud.
Keshawn Jones: Yooooooo! We them boys, baby! We them fuckin' boooooys!! Now let's do this shit! Fuck all the drama!
All of a sudden the scene switches to the inside of the front doors of the casino as "Fast Life" by Kool G. Rap and Nas begins playing in the background. The doors of the casino swing open and in step Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones walking side-by-side in slow motion.
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it"
The scene switches to the bar where Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones can be seen sitting together drinking glass after glass while surrounded by a group of lovely, young ladies who they are currently entertaining and treating to alcohol.
"Champagne wishes and caviar dreams a team that's gettin' cream
With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam
Livin' the life of Riley packin' fifty calis
Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley"
The scene then switches over to the craps table where Vince Jones can be seen going through an elaborate set of theatrics before finally have a young blonde lean over and blow the dice in his hand. He rolls the dice and the dealer calls it a number nine as he hits his point and all of the other players table start going wild with excitement from the win.
"Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count math from steam baths
We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half"
The scene changes again and now we see Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones seated at a fine dining establishment inside the casino currently chowing down on all the crab legs and seafood that you could imagine. The table is set and full for a feast fit for a couple of kings. The two of them feast heartily while being accompanied by their escorts.
"Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from out of Queens with the american dream
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream"
The scene switches to the roulette table where Vince Jones can be seen making bet after bet and coming up huge. The ball of the roulette wheel is seen landing on the number thirty-six, fifteen, twenty-two, thirty-one, and five on consecutive spins with Vince Jones winning and being pushed a hefty stack of chips in his direction every time. The people around him can be seen going nuts, in awe of his lucky streak of consecutive wins.
"Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from out of Queens with the american dream
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream"
The scene switches to a bar in the casino where Vince Jones, Keshawn Jones, and their escorts can all be seen taking their turns taking body shots off of a rather busty blonde haired escort who is accompanying them at this time.
"Brother you've got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh..."
The scene switches to the front doors of the casino as Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones make their exit. Their cab pulls up and the two of them enter. The camera switches to the backseat of the cab where Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones can now be seen lighting up some blunts and smoking them. The two of them appear to be relaxed as the cab slowly pulls off down the road.
"Brother you've got to make it happen
When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah..."
All of a sudden a look of a concern suddenly begins to creep across the face of Vince Jones as the camera slowly fades to black. The camera slowly fades back in and we appear to be inside the abandoned gymnasium that once housed the NYUFC. The familiar voice of Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones can be heard coming closer as the two of them bicker back and forth with one another.
Keshawn Jones: Really, V?? You really had to drag my black ass all the way out here?? Afta all the shit we were doin' at the casino now you gonna drag my black ass to this fuckin' dump?? I mean them hos were ready, son! They were ready!
Vince Jones comes marching into view followed by a rather disappointed Keshawn Jones. Vince answers back as he keeps on marching across the floor totally unmoved by Keshawn's whining.
Vince Jones: V could give a fuck about those damn hos!
Keshawn Jones: But, I thought you were having a good time and shit!
Vince stops in his tracks and turns towards Keshawn.
Vince Jones: Look! V tried yo fuckin' approach to shit and it just wasn't workin' for him! Aight?? That's all there is to it, bruh!
Keshawn raises his hands and drops them to his side in frustration with his older brother, Vince.
Keshawn Jones: So what I gotta do for you to get off this Raising Hell bullshit trip??
Vince Jones: (in a slow and deliberate tone) Keshawn, you just don't get it! Big things are goin' down at Raising Hell, man! And V serious about that shit! V not tryin' to be one and done this time, man!
Keshawn Jones: (in confusion) One and done??
Vince Jones: Rememba BWA? EDW was taggin' it up, man! We were that hot ass team! We move up the laddah and we make our move for those tag title belts! What the fuck came next, huh?? A fuckin' loss...
Keshawn goes silent and slowly nods.
Vince Jones: We win those straps again at anotha time and what comes next?? Anotha fuckin' loss, son! So, what was our fuckin' legacy there, huh?? What the fuck is there for us to be rememba'd there by? Jack shit!
Keshawn Jones: Well, we...
Vince Jones: And I knooow (points a finger in Keshawn's direction) you rememba the bank robbery that went wrong and got our black asses locked up and shit! Once again...legacy! What the fuck you are rememba'd by...
Keshawn Jones: So, what that got to do with this place? What's that gotta do with anything, huh??
Vince Jones motions all around the vicinity directing Keshawn's eyes to take everything that is around him.
Vince Jones: This is Hell's Haven, the heart of the old NYUFC! This is the place that the name "The Violence" got started, man! This is the one place on Earth that gives V peace of mind sometimes when he really got shit churning in his fuckin' head! This right here is home! V been through battle afta battle in this fuckin' place! V. Jones has shed his blood as well as otha's blood up in this fuckin' place! V been through it all, man! Now soon enough Jonesy gonna be in anotha battle lookin' to take care of business and fuckin' start tryin' to cement his damn legacy!
Keshawn Jones: And why you suddenly give a damn about yo fuckin' legacy and shit! I neva heard you talkin' this bullshit when were runnin' in the BWA back in the day! Why fuckin' now??
Vince Jones slowly turns his back on Keshawn and slowly leans forward and rest his head against the cage in the middle of the floor.
Vince Jones: Cuz you can't ride foreva, man! Things were different ten years ago and shit! V was the young guy steppin' in the biz and makin' waves, man! He was the headliner and shit; but, when you start gettin' a lil bit olda you start lookin' at the time on that clock just a little bit more and you start thinkin' to yo self where the fuck did all the time go by? How'd it fuckin' pass by so damn fast? V looks back at his time in the game and he realizes that he's done just about all the shit that you can do! He's held just about every title you can imagine; but, there's one that's always been so close; but yet so fuckin' far. To V every damn thing he's done in this biz so far have been footprints in the sand types of shit! The tide comes in a few times and its all washed away like it neva even happened...no fuckin' legacy, no permanent place in the history of this fuckin' wrestlin' biz!
Vince pauses in thought for a moment and then slowly turns and faces Keshawn again with a look of determination plastered across his face.
Vince Jones: Come Raising Hell V plannin' on puttin' an end to all this Freeman bullshit once and for all and pushin' his sorry ass outta the way! That's fuckin' step one in this whole grand scheme of things and shit, KJ! Afta that V lookin' into workin' his way on up to snatchin' the big prize and finally cementin' his fuckin' legacy, cementin' his fuckin' place in the history of this wrestling shit until the end of time!
Keshawn gives Vince Jones the golf clap and nods openly showing his disinterest in Vince's speech.
Keshawn Jones: That's nice, bruh; but ya boy headin' out! So, if you wanna continue wallowin' around and shit be my guest! You're just gonna be doin' it alone, man! I may or may not be seein' ya in Vegas; but, if I don't make it...best of luck to ya!
Keshawn turns and quickly exits the scene leaving Vince Jones alone with his thoughts.
"Maybe that girl was right afta all. We comin' up on what could be one of the biggest matches in V's career and Keshawn and Reno actin' like they could barely give two fucks about it at all..."
Vince Jones slowly makes his way to the bleachers of the arena and takes a seat alone. He sits there in utter silence with his mind running a thousand miles a minute in anticipation for the war that he'll have at Raising Hell.
"...But that's alright! That's fuckin' okay! V don't need anyone one of those mahfuckas to get through this fuckin' war! Jonesy a fuckin' souljah and he willin' to do whateva the fuck it takes to get shit done against Freeman..."
All of a sudden the familiar voice of a female can be heard echoing through the abandoned gym.
Hey!!!
Vince hears the voice and turns his head in the direction of the shout and spots his girlfriend, Jasmine Shelley, slowly making her way towards his direction. Vince watches her in utter shock with her presence.
Vince Jones: Jasmine??
Jasmine joins Vince's side and takes a seat right next to him on the bleachers.
Jasmine: You lonely in this big place all by yourself, V??
Vince Jones: V good! He good!
Jasmine snuggles up close beside Vince and giggles softly.
Jasmine: You're a bad liar, V. I hope you know that.
Vince Jones: V good. He cool right now...
Jasmine: No, you're not. You're stressin' about your match.
Vince looks at her in confusion.
Vince Jones: Oh yeah? And how you figga that, huh?
Jasmine smiles sweetly at Vince.
Jasmine: Because you always come here to this very place wheneva you've got a huge match comin' up. I know...
Vince Jones: And how the fuck you know all that?
Jasmine: Because I would always follow you here without you knowing it...eva since we were teens. I would always sneak out here to watch you wheneva you had a fight.
Vince Jones: So, you know about...
Jasmine: I know everything that I eva needed to know, V. How on Earth did you eva think I could forgive you so easily for walking out on our relationship and tellin' me that "you needed time apart" back then? I always knew about this place and your spot in it. I always knew that if you had eva let anything slip out about this place to anyone back in the day you would've been hunted down and killed. I knew all of that, V.
Vince Jones lowers his head and sits in utter silence, confused and shocked. Jasmine gives Vince a gentle hug in order to try and console him.
Jasmine: I know you've got a lot on your mind right now. Reno's nowhere to be found and Keshawn took a walk on ya too when you needed them most; but, keep one thing in mind. I've been there for you through every battle, every trial, and ever tribulation that you've gone through. You and I have been through it all togetha. So when you go face-to-face with Freeman remember one thing. You're not going at it alone. I'm there for you. I always have and I always will be...
She slowly rises to her feet, leans over, and gently kisses him on the cheek.
Jasmine: ...I'm your ride or die chick.
She slowly walks away leaving Vince Jones to himself as he continues to meditate about his upcoming war at Raising Hell.
Jasmine: V, you fought hard out there...
Vince sits there in silence.
Jasmine: Despite the outcome you put it all on the line out there tonight...
Vince cocks his head to the side and snarls at the thought of coming up short in the ring.
Vince Jones: Despite the outcome?? Only thing that V took from that fuckin' match was a loss! No matta how you spin that shit it was a fuckin' failure! So, what makes you think that Jonesy gonna be proud of that shit, huh? V had that heavyweight strap at the tip of his fuckin' fingahs and just like that it got snatched away!
Vince slaps his head in total frustration with his self. Jasmine slowly leans down in front of him. She swipes the blood and sweat away from his face and peers deep into his eyes.
Jasmine: V, its inevitable. One of these days you're gonna be the man on top of the world. I believe in you.
She leans forward and gives Vince a long passionate kiss on the lips that slowly begins to soften his demeanor of rage. She then leans in closer, gently grabs him by the back of his neck, and presses her forehead against his.
Vince Jones suddenly snaps back to reality and is sitting in the back of a limo seated next to his brother Keshawn Jones who is smiling from ear-to-ear. Vince turns towards Keshawn and shoots him a rather intense glare.
Vince Jones: And what the fuck are you so happy about right now, huh?
Keshawn Jones: Yooooooo....what the fuck is up with you??
Vince Jones reaches over and slaps Keshawn in the back of the head.
Vince Jones: Raising Hell's in a few days and you fuckin' cheesin' like shit hasn't gotten real up in this UWA bitch for all of us? You already forgotten what happened to you and Reno at Mayhem?? You and Reno got jumped by that bastard, Protectah and both you cats got tied up all cuz of V's shit with Fray-sha Freeman!
Keshawn reaches over and puts a hand on Vince's shoulder.
Keshawn Jones: My man, you gotta chill sometimes...
Vince Jones: Chill?? You fuckin' out yo damn mind, son?? Chill, at a time like this?? We in the middle of a fuckin' war right now! Shells are flyin'! Freeman's crew been tryin' to bring that boom boom close to V and you talkin' about chillin'??
Keshawn shrugs his shoulders and chuckles to himself.
Vince Jones: You fuckin' high right now, Keshawn??
Keshawn Jones: Whoa, whoa, whooooooa! That shit don't even matta right now! But you wanna talk that real shit?? We can talk that real shit, man! So, answer me this. Is Raising Hell tonight?
Vince glares back at Keshawn in disapproval.
Keshawn Jones: C'mon man! Its a simple question. Is Raising Hell tonight??
Vince Jones: (in confusion) No...
Keshawn Jones: You fuckin' steppin' up to the plate against Freeman in that damn Ambulance Match tonight??
Vince Jones: (in confusion) Nah...wait! What the hell are you gettin' at right now??
Keshawn shakes his head in disappointment with his older brother and his tension at the moment.
Keshawn Jones: What I'm gettin' at is that you need to fuckin' relax man! You not fightin' Freeman tonight! You still got a few more days before that shit goes down! Hey...I know that things have been rough! Shit's been rough for us all; but, you gotta keep your head togetha, V.
Keshawn leans in close snatches Vince by the back of the head and he presses his forehead against Vince's.
Keshawn Jones: Keep ya head, son! Keep ya cool!
Vince Jones shoves Keshawn back and pulls away from his grasp.
Vince Jones: Get the fuck off V with that keep ya cool bullshit! Shit's serious right now!
Keshawn Jones: Ya see?? I guarantee you that's what Freeman wants right now! He'd love to see you crackin' and lookin' like you rattled and breakin' down at the fuckin' seams, man! If you call yourself walkin' out Vegas with that belt around yo waist still, you betta find yo cool real soon! Yo we want Freeman gettin' antsy, son! We want Freeman bitin' those nails and shit! Yo! You go in that match with Freeman runnin' wild through yo fuckin' head and you best believe you gonna be the one takin' that damn ride in that ambulance! So, what's it gonna be, man??
Vince scoffs at Keshawn's wild ideas.
Vince Jones: You fuckin' high right now, Keshawn!
Keshawn Jones: And you killin' you man's buzz with all that anger and shit! Now what's it gonna be??
Vince Jones takes a deep breath in and slowly exhales out all of his stress and tension that's been weighing his shoulders down for weeks upon end.
Vince Jones: So, what you got cookin'??
All of a sudden the taxi cab pulls up alongside the curb of a casino. Keshawn points out the window at the front doors with a large grin plastered across his face.
Keshawn Jones: Yo! We 'bout to get it in!
Vince Jones nods in agreement as Keshawn reaches over and points his fist in Vince's direction. Vince gives him a fist bump as Keshawn pushes open the door laughing outloud.
Keshawn Jones: Yooooooo! We them boys, baby! We them fuckin' boooooys!! Now let's do this shit! Fuck all the drama!
All of a sudden the scene switches to the inside of the front doors of the casino as "Fast Life" by Kool G. Rap and Nas begins playing in the background. The doors of the casino swing open and in step Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones walking side-by-side in slow motion.
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it"
The scene switches to the bar where Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones can be seen sitting together drinking glass after glass while surrounded by a group of lovely, young ladies who they are currently entertaining and treating to alcohol.
"Champagne wishes and caviar dreams a team that's gettin' cream
With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam
Livin' the life of Riley packin' fifty calis
Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley"
The scene then switches over to the craps table where Vince Jones can be seen going through an elaborate set of theatrics before finally have a young blonde lean over and blow the dice in his hand. He rolls the dice and the dealer calls it a number nine as he hits his point and all of the other players table start going wild with excitement from the win.
"Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count math from steam baths
We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half"
The scene changes again and now we see Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones seated at a fine dining establishment inside the casino currently chowing down on all the crab legs and seafood that you could imagine. The table is set and full for a feast fit for a couple of kings. The two of them feast heartily while being accompanied by their escorts.
"Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from out of Queens with the american dream
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream"
The scene switches to the roulette table where Vince Jones can be seen making bet after bet and coming up huge. The ball of the roulette wheel is seen landing on the number thirty-six, fifteen, twenty-two, thirty-one, and five on consecutive spins with Vince Jones winning and being pushed a hefty stack of chips in his direction every time. The people around him can be seen going nuts, in awe of his lucky streak of consecutive wins.
"Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from out of Queens with the american dream
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream"
The scene switches to a bar in the casino where Vince Jones, Keshawn Jones, and their escorts can all be seen taking their turns taking body shots off of a rather busty blonde haired escort who is accompanying them at this time.
"Brother you've got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh..."
The scene switches to the front doors of the casino as Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones make their exit. Their cab pulls up and the two of them enter. The camera switches to the backseat of the cab where Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones can now be seen lighting up some blunts and smoking them. The two of them appear to be relaxed as the cab slowly pulls off down the road.
"Brother you've got to make it happen
When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah..."
All of a sudden a look of a concern suddenly begins to creep across the face of Vince Jones as the camera slowly fades to black. The camera slowly fades back in and we appear to be inside the abandoned gymnasium that once housed the NYUFC. The familiar voice of Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones can be heard coming closer as the two of them bicker back and forth with one another.
Keshawn Jones: Really, V?? You really had to drag my black ass all the way out here?? Afta all the shit we were doin' at the casino now you gonna drag my black ass to this fuckin' dump?? I mean them hos were ready, son! They were ready!
Vince Jones comes marching into view followed by a rather disappointed Keshawn Jones. Vince answers back as he keeps on marching across the floor totally unmoved by Keshawn's whining.
Vince Jones: V could give a fuck about those damn hos!
Keshawn Jones: But, I thought you were having a good time and shit!
Vince stops in his tracks and turns towards Keshawn.
Vince Jones: Look! V tried yo fuckin' approach to shit and it just wasn't workin' for him! Aight?? That's all there is to it, bruh!
Keshawn raises his hands and drops them to his side in frustration with his older brother, Vince.
Keshawn Jones: So what I gotta do for you to get off this Raising Hell bullshit trip??
Vince Jones: (in a slow and deliberate tone) Keshawn, you just don't get it! Big things are goin' down at Raising Hell, man! And V serious about that shit! V not tryin' to be one and done this time, man!
Keshawn Jones: (in confusion) One and done??
Vince Jones: Rememba BWA? EDW was taggin' it up, man! We were that hot ass team! We move up the laddah and we make our move for those tag title belts! What the fuck came next, huh?? A fuckin' loss...
Keshawn goes silent and slowly nods.
Vince Jones: We win those straps again at anotha time and what comes next?? Anotha fuckin' loss, son! So, what was our fuckin' legacy there, huh?? What the fuck is there for us to be rememba'd there by? Jack shit!
Keshawn Jones: Well, we...
Vince Jones: And I knooow (points a finger in Keshawn's direction) you rememba the bank robbery that went wrong and got our black asses locked up and shit! Once again...legacy! What the fuck you are rememba'd by...
Keshawn Jones: So, what that got to do with this place? What's that gotta do with anything, huh??
Vince Jones motions all around the vicinity directing Keshawn's eyes to take everything that is around him.
Vince Jones: This is Hell's Haven, the heart of the old NYUFC! This is the place that the name "The Violence" got started, man! This is the one place on Earth that gives V peace of mind sometimes when he really got shit churning in his fuckin' head! This right here is home! V been through battle afta battle in this fuckin' place! V. Jones has shed his blood as well as otha's blood up in this fuckin' place! V been through it all, man! Now soon enough Jonesy gonna be in anotha battle lookin' to take care of business and fuckin' start tryin' to cement his damn legacy!
Keshawn Jones: And why you suddenly give a damn about yo fuckin' legacy and shit! I neva heard you talkin' this bullshit when were runnin' in the BWA back in the day! Why fuckin' now??
Vince Jones slowly turns his back on Keshawn and slowly leans forward and rest his head against the cage in the middle of the floor.
Vince Jones: Cuz you can't ride foreva, man! Things were different ten years ago and shit! V was the young guy steppin' in the biz and makin' waves, man! He was the headliner and shit; but, when you start gettin' a lil bit olda you start lookin' at the time on that clock just a little bit more and you start thinkin' to yo self where the fuck did all the time go by? How'd it fuckin' pass by so damn fast? V looks back at his time in the game and he realizes that he's done just about all the shit that you can do! He's held just about every title you can imagine; but, there's one that's always been so close; but yet so fuckin' far. To V every damn thing he's done in this biz so far have been footprints in the sand types of shit! The tide comes in a few times and its all washed away like it neva even happened...no fuckin' legacy, no permanent place in the history of this fuckin' wrestlin' biz!
Vince pauses in thought for a moment and then slowly turns and faces Keshawn again with a look of determination plastered across his face.
Vince Jones: Come Raising Hell V plannin' on puttin' an end to all this Freeman bullshit once and for all and pushin' his sorry ass outta the way! That's fuckin' step one in this whole grand scheme of things and shit, KJ! Afta that V lookin' into workin' his way on up to snatchin' the big prize and finally cementin' his fuckin' legacy, cementin' his fuckin' place in the history of this wrestling shit until the end of time!
Keshawn gives Vince Jones the golf clap and nods openly showing his disinterest in Vince's speech.
Keshawn Jones: That's nice, bruh; but ya boy headin' out! So, if you wanna continue wallowin' around and shit be my guest! You're just gonna be doin' it alone, man! I may or may not be seein' ya in Vegas; but, if I don't make it...best of luck to ya!
Keshawn turns and quickly exits the scene leaving Vince Jones alone with his thoughts.
"Maybe that girl was right afta all. We comin' up on what could be one of the biggest matches in V's career and Keshawn and Reno actin' like they could barely give two fucks about it at all..."
Vince Jones slowly makes his way to the bleachers of the arena and takes a seat alone. He sits there in utter silence with his mind running a thousand miles a minute in anticipation for the war that he'll have at Raising Hell.
"...But that's alright! That's fuckin' okay! V don't need anyone one of those mahfuckas to get through this fuckin' war! Jonesy a fuckin' souljah and he willin' to do whateva the fuck it takes to get shit done against Freeman..."
All of a sudden the familiar voice of a female can be heard echoing through the abandoned gym.
Hey!!!
Vince hears the voice and turns his head in the direction of the shout and spots his girlfriend, Jasmine Shelley, slowly making her way towards his direction. Vince watches her in utter shock with her presence.
Vince Jones: Jasmine??
Jasmine joins Vince's side and takes a seat right next to him on the bleachers.
Jasmine: You lonely in this big place all by yourself, V??
Vince Jones: V good! He good!
Jasmine snuggles up close beside Vince and giggles softly.
Jasmine: You're a bad liar, V. I hope you know that.
Vince Jones: V good. He cool right now...
Jasmine: No, you're not. You're stressin' about your match.
Vince looks at her in confusion.
Vince Jones: Oh yeah? And how you figga that, huh?
Jasmine smiles sweetly at Vince.
Jasmine: Because you always come here to this very place wheneva you've got a huge match comin' up. I know...
Vince Jones: And how the fuck you know all that?
Jasmine: Because I would always follow you here without you knowing it...eva since we were teens. I would always sneak out here to watch you wheneva you had a fight.
Vince Jones: So, you know about...
Jasmine: I know everything that I eva needed to know, V. How on Earth did you eva think I could forgive you so easily for walking out on our relationship and tellin' me that "you needed time apart" back then? I always knew about this place and your spot in it. I always knew that if you had eva let anything slip out about this place to anyone back in the day you would've been hunted down and killed. I knew all of that, V.
Vince Jones lowers his head and sits in utter silence, confused and shocked. Jasmine gives Vince a gentle hug in order to try and console him.
Jasmine: I know you've got a lot on your mind right now. Reno's nowhere to be found and Keshawn took a walk on ya too when you needed them most; but, keep one thing in mind. I've been there for you through every battle, every trial, and ever tribulation that you've gone through. You and I have been through it all togetha. So when you go face-to-face with Freeman remember one thing. You're not going at it alone. I'm there for you. I always have and I always will be...
She slowly rises to her feet, leans over, and gently kisses him on the cheek.
Jasmine: ...I'm your ride or die chick.
She slowly walks away leaving Vince Jones to himself as he continues to meditate about his upcoming war at Raising Hell.