Post by vincejones on Sept 3, 2014 21:52:58 GMT -6
The camera slowly fades into Orleans Arena where a raucous crowd is on hand going wild for the current Ambulance Match between Vince Jones and Fraser Freeman. All of a sudden the low, gruff voice of Vince Jones can be heard in the background.
"Life is filled with battles, man. Life is filled fuckin' moments that you gotta fight tooth and nail to stay ahead, to keep what the fuck is yours, man!"
The camera catches sight of Vince Jones and Fraser Freeman in the midst of the war for the UWA North American title.
"Jonesy been in these types of situations since the day he was born! That's life, man! You fight hard! You fight strong! Then, comes that moment when you finally have to shut the door on that battle!"
The camera catches sight of Vince Jones catching Fraser Freeman in mid-air and dropping him with "The Thug Killa" knocking Freeman out cold. Vince gathers him up, stuffs him in the back of the Ambulance and slams the door shut claiming his victory in his title defense. Vince slowly slumps down in absolute relief of the match finally coming to a close.
"And you have to move on..."
"The camera switches on to the hallway of the Orleans Arena where Vince Jones can be seen stumbling along the hallway bloodied up from head-to-toe with his UWA North American title carelessly draped over his shoulder. Vince Jones nearly collapses in the hallway after putting it all on the line in his match. Medical staff make their way over to his side as he down on one knee trying to muster the strength to continue onward under his own power.
"But afta all the shit you've been through, all the energy you put into that one goal, afta devoting almost every ounce of yo fuckin' existence to literally destroy that otha mahfucka is it eva really ova??"
The scene switches to a hotel room where Vince Jones now appears to be cleaned up now and slightly more rejuvenated than the time we saw him before. He is seated in a chair now staring down at his prized possession, the UWA North American title belt that is draped across his lap.
"Is it eva really done? That's the life of a fuckin' champ, man! That's how it flows! Is this how Jack "The Hell-raisa" Wright used to feel all that time ago in the NYUFC?"
Vince sets the UWA North American title to the side on a small table next to the chair and he slowly rises to his feet agonizing over the pain that shoots up and down his body from every moment. He slowly creeps his way over to the window, opens up the curtains, and stares out at the lively late night scene of Sin City, Las Vegas that is rolled out before him.
"Yeah, you took down the challenge. Yeah, you walked away with the win; but, deep down inside you know there's always someone out there watching....waiting for yo punk ass to slip up! Crazy thing is you neva know who the fuck's gonna be the next mahfucka to come firing at ya lookin' to take yo prize, man! The only thing you can do is watch yo back and wait, man..."
All of a sudden Jasmine comes strolling across the floor to Vince's side, gently puts her arms around him, and looks up into his cold eyes as he looks down at her hiding all emotion.
"Well, one thing's for sho Jonesy don't have to take on the world alone. He got his ride or die bitch hanging by close..."
The camera slowly fades to black. eyes are greeted by the solemn scene of a funeral in a small, familiar looking cemetary. It is a dreary, rainy day. Tears fill the eyes of everyone on hand dressed from head to toe in black attire. The soft sound of women and some men trying their very best to choke back their tears fills the air. The assembled crowd of people begin diminishing one by one, two by two, two by three, so and so forth until there is only one person left on the scene. The camera slowly zooms on the last individual on hand who turns out to be a younger, Vince Jones. He shakes his head in sorrow and disappointment. He slowly walks up to the grave stone and drops to his knees. He leans his head against the head stone as the tears pour down his cheeks. He grasps and clutches the headstone as if it is the one and only thing left in the world that can keep him somewhat grounded at this very moment. All of a sudden the scene suddenly switches to an arena. From the looks we have the view of the bright lights of the ceiling. All of a sudden the camera switches view and catches sight of Vince Jones quickly sitting up as the sound of a ring bell bellows out through the air. The crowd goes wild with excitement as Vince Jones looks around the scene with shock-filled eyes. All of a sudden the sound of a man can be heard in the background as Vince Jones suddenly snaps back to reality. We are now in a limo where Vince Jones can be seen turning towards Reno Banks who is seated next to him shaking his head in disappointment with him.
Reno Banks: Ya know what, Vinnie? You had a major war on your hands these past few months so I'll cut ya a break on bouts of shut eye.
Vince quickly rubs the sleepiness from his eyes and looks at Reno in confusion.
Vince Jones: Huh?
Reno Banks: Forget about it, V. Its nothing to worry about. If I had to go through the hellacious match that you had to go through at Raising Hell I'd probably be a bit out of it myself too.
Vince Jones slowly massages his forehead and suddenly clutches his side and winces in pain. Reno Banks chuckles to himself.
Reno Banks: Wow! That Freeman really did a number on ya, Vinnie...
Reno pats Vince on the shoulder and Vince instantly winces in pain at the slight touch. Reno jumps back apologetically.
Reno Banks: Oh...sorry about that. Maybe I should just keep my hands to myself for the rest of the ride.
Vince slowly turns towards Reno and snarls at him.
Vince Jones: Ya think??
Reno Banks: (clears his throat) Well anyways...the two of us have a lot to discuss. I mean you had a great title defense at Raising Hell. I mean its the absolute talk of UWA right now, Vinnie. You did a helluva a job out there, a helluva job...(winks) no pun intended of course.
Vince shakes his head at Reno's lame attempt to crack a joke and just folds his arms across his chest.
Vince Jones: Yeah...
Reno Banks: With all that said, the big question is where does Vinnie Jones go from here? Where does he go?
Vince Jones: Where else do ya think V. Jones goes from here, huh? V's eyes are on the fuckin' prize now, man!
Reno smiles rather sheepishly and shrugs his shoulders. Vince notices Reno's sheepish grin and rolls his eyes.
Vince Jones: So...
Reno Banks: I mean if ya say so...
Vince Jones: V's been sayin' that shit for awhile now! Its about damn time! V goes afta the fuckin' gold and there's nothing else that can be said about that shit!
Reno Banks: Now I can see where you're coming from with all of this. You feel you're red hot afta that victory against Freeman. I hear ya, V. You feel invincible. I like that; but, how about we take things a little bit slowa for the mean time?
Vince Jones: Slow? What the fuck for, Reno?? V goes full speed ahead! Jonesy is the numba two around UWA and its about damn time he becomes the undisputed numba one! Aerynn fuckin' Donnelly...
Reno Banks: Is a fine champion...
Vince Jones: That needs to be shown the fuckin' door!
Reno Banks: Easy...I'm just saying how about we focus on the task at hand for the week?
Vince Jones: That is...
Reno Banks: Brody Montgomery...
Vince Jones: Hmph! What the fuck eva! You talkin' about some cat who vanished for God knows how long, prancin' around with a damn hood ova his head hopin' to get some respect? Cat reminds V of one of those emo ass mahfuckas or some shit from those damn high schools!
Reno Banks: Well, he's the next line of business, V!
Vince turns his head and sneers at the thought of his upcoming match.
Vince Jones: Waste of fuckin' time if you really wanna get into that shit!
Reno Banks: The time will come...
Vince Jones: V's time is fuckin' (pounds his fist) now, Reno! Its fuckin' right now!
Reno Banks: It'll all take care of itself, Vinnie J. So, let's just go out there at Mayhem and show the world why you are the next big thing. Show those people out there why you're next in line and how Vince Jones as the future UWA Heavyweight Champion is a no-braina.
Vince Jones: Reno we ain't on the same page here...
Reno Banks: In otha words Brody is a stepping stone to great-ah things, V! That's all he is to us right now. He's a mere stepping stone. You knock this one out the park and I guarantee you I'll be knocking on the office door singing your name to the powers that be. Reno Banks will make it all happen. Just make sure you take care of things in the ring for us this week. That's all I ask. That's all I'm asking of ya...
Vince looks at Reno out of the corner of his eye and nods.
Vince Jones: Stepping stone? Sounds more like a welcome mat for Jonesy's continuous fuckin' march to the damn top of UWA where he belongs!
Reno throws his hands up to either side and tilts his head in agreement.
Reno Banks: I mean if you wanna consider the guy a welcome mat then so be it. I'm fine with that. Welcome to the top of the heap.
Vince Jones nods in approval of the imagery and thought presented to him by Reno.
Reno Banks: Well, now that we've gotten all of that squared away I think its about time we discuss the furthering of "The Violence" Vince Jones brand. Shall we?
Vince nods in agreement as the camera slowly fades to black.
"Life is filled with battles, man. Life is filled fuckin' moments that you gotta fight tooth and nail to stay ahead, to keep what the fuck is yours, man!"
The camera catches sight of Vince Jones and Fraser Freeman in the midst of the war for the UWA North American title.
"Jonesy been in these types of situations since the day he was born! That's life, man! You fight hard! You fight strong! Then, comes that moment when you finally have to shut the door on that battle!"
The camera catches sight of Vince Jones catching Fraser Freeman in mid-air and dropping him with "The Thug Killa" knocking Freeman out cold. Vince gathers him up, stuffs him in the back of the Ambulance and slams the door shut claiming his victory in his title defense. Vince slowly slumps down in absolute relief of the match finally coming to a close.
"And you have to move on..."
"The camera switches on to the hallway of the Orleans Arena where Vince Jones can be seen stumbling along the hallway bloodied up from head-to-toe with his UWA North American title carelessly draped over his shoulder. Vince Jones nearly collapses in the hallway after putting it all on the line in his match. Medical staff make their way over to his side as he down on one knee trying to muster the strength to continue onward under his own power.
"But afta all the shit you've been through, all the energy you put into that one goal, afta devoting almost every ounce of yo fuckin' existence to literally destroy that otha mahfucka is it eva really ova??"
The scene switches to a hotel room where Vince Jones now appears to be cleaned up now and slightly more rejuvenated than the time we saw him before. He is seated in a chair now staring down at his prized possession, the UWA North American title belt that is draped across his lap.
"Is it eva really done? That's the life of a fuckin' champ, man! That's how it flows! Is this how Jack "The Hell-raisa" Wright used to feel all that time ago in the NYUFC?"
Vince sets the UWA North American title to the side on a small table next to the chair and he slowly rises to his feet agonizing over the pain that shoots up and down his body from every moment. He slowly creeps his way over to the window, opens up the curtains, and stares out at the lively late night scene of Sin City, Las Vegas that is rolled out before him.
"Yeah, you took down the challenge. Yeah, you walked away with the win; but, deep down inside you know there's always someone out there watching....waiting for yo punk ass to slip up! Crazy thing is you neva know who the fuck's gonna be the next mahfucka to come firing at ya lookin' to take yo prize, man! The only thing you can do is watch yo back and wait, man..."
All of a sudden Jasmine comes strolling across the floor to Vince's side, gently puts her arms around him, and looks up into his cold eyes as he looks down at her hiding all emotion.
"Well, one thing's for sho Jonesy don't have to take on the world alone. He got his ride or die bitch hanging by close..."
The camera slowly fades to black. eyes are greeted by the solemn scene of a funeral in a small, familiar looking cemetary. It is a dreary, rainy day. Tears fill the eyes of everyone on hand dressed from head to toe in black attire. The soft sound of women and some men trying their very best to choke back their tears fills the air. The assembled crowd of people begin diminishing one by one, two by two, two by three, so and so forth until there is only one person left on the scene. The camera slowly zooms on the last individual on hand who turns out to be a younger, Vince Jones. He shakes his head in sorrow and disappointment. He slowly walks up to the grave stone and drops to his knees. He leans his head against the head stone as the tears pour down his cheeks. He grasps and clutches the headstone as if it is the one and only thing left in the world that can keep him somewhat grounded at this very moment. All of a sudden the scene suddenly switches to an arena. From the looks we have the view of the bright lights of the ceiling. All of a sudden the camera switches view and catches sight of Vince Jones quickly sitting up as the sound of a ring bell bellows out through the air. The crowd goes wild with excitement as Vince Jones looks around the scene with shock-filled eyes. All of a sudden the sound of a man can be heard in the background as Vince Jones suddenly snaps back to reality. We are now in a limo where Vince Jones can be seen turning towards Reno Banks who is seated next to him shaking his head in disappointment with him.
Reno Banks: Ya know what, Vinnie? You had a major war on your hands these past few months so I'll cut ya a break on bouts of shut eye.
Vince quickly rubs the sleepiness from his eyes and looks at Reno in confusion.
Vince Jones: Huh?
Reno Banks: Forget about it, V. Its nothing to worry about. If I had to go through the hellacious match that you had to go through at Raising Hell I'd probably be a bit out of it myself too.
Vince Jones slowly massages his forehead and suddenly clutches his side and winces in pain. Reno Banks chuckles to himself.
Reno Banks: Wow! That Freeman really did a number on ya, Vinnie...
Reno pats Vince on the shoulder and Vince instantly winces in pain at the slight touch. Reno jumps back apologetically.
Reno Banks: Oh...sorry about that. Maybe I should just keep my hands to myself for the rest of the ride.
Vince slowly turns towards Reno and snarls at him.
Vince Jones: Ya think??
Reno Banks: (clears his throat) Well anyways...the two of us have a lot to discuss. I mean you had a great title defense at Raising Hell. I mean its the absolute talk of UWA right now, Vinnie. You did a helluva a job out there, a helluva job...(winks) no pun intended of course.
Vince shakes his head at Reno's lame attempt to crack a joke and just folds his arms across his chest.
Vince Jones: Yeah...
Reno Banks: With all that said, the big question is where does Vinnie Jones go from here? Where does he go?
Vince Jones: Where else do ya think V. Jones goes from here, huh? V's eyes are on the fuckin' prize now, man!
Reno smiles rather sheepishly and shrugs his shoulders. Vince notices Reno's sheepish grin and rolls his eyes.
Vince Jones: So...
Reno Banks: I mean if ya say so...
Vince Jones: V's been sayin' that shit for awhile now! Its about damn time! V goes afta the fuckin' gold and there's nothing else that can be said about that shit!
Reno Banks: Now I can see where you're coming from with all of this. You feel you're red hot afta that victory against Freeman. I hear ya, V. You feel invincible. I like that; but, how about we take things a little bit slowa for the mean time?
Vince Jones: Slow? What the fuck for, Reno?? V goes full speed ahead! Jonesy is the numba two around UWA and its about damn time he becomes the undisputed numba one! Aerynn fuckin' Donnelly...
Reno Banks: Is a fine champion...
Vince Jones: That needs to be shown the fuckin' door!
Reno Banks: Easy...I'm just saying how about we focus on the task at hand for the week?
Vince Jones: That is...
Reno Banks: Brody Montgomery...
Vince Jones: Hmph! What the fuck eva! You talkin' about some cat who vanished for God knows how long, prancin' around with a damn hood ova his head hopin' to get some respect? Cat reminds V of one of those emo ass mahfuckas or some shit from those damn high schools!
Reno Banks: Well, he's the next line of business, V!
Vince turns his head and sneers at the thought of his upcoming match.
Vince Jones: Waste of fuckin' time if you really wanna get into that shit!
Reno Banks: The time will come...
Vince Jones: V's time is fuckin' (pounds his fist) now, Reno! Its fuckin' right now!
Reno Banks: It'll all take care of itself, Vinnie J. So, let's just go out there at Mayhem and show the world why you are the next big thing. Show those people out there why you're next in line and how Vince Jones as the future UWA Heavyweight Champion is a no-braina.
Vince Jones: Reno we ain't on the same page here...
Reno Banks: In otha words Brody is a stepping stone to great-ah things, V! That's all he is to us right now. He's a mere stepping stone. You knock this one out the park and I guarantee you I'll be knocking on the office door singing your name to the powers that be. Reno Banks will make it all happen. Just make sure you take care of things in the ring for us this week. That's all I ask. That's all I'm asking of ya...
Vince looks at Reno out of the corner of his eye and nods.
Vince Jones: Stepping stone? Sounds more like a welcome mat for Jonesy's continuous fuckin' march to the damn top of UWA where he belongs!
Reno throws his hands up to either side and tilts his head in agreement.
Reno Banks: I mean if you wanna consider the guy a welcome mat then so be it. I'm fine with that. Welcome to the top of the heap.
Vince Jones nods in approval of the imagery and thought presented to him by Reno.
Reno Banks: Well, now that we've gotten all of that squared away I think its about time we discuss the furthering of "The Violence" Vince Jones brand. Shall we?
Vince nods in agreement as the camera slowly fades to black.