Post by vincejones on Oct 23, 2014 1:17:42 GMT -6
The camera fades in and catches sight of none other than UWA North American Champion, "The Violence" Vince Jones. He is seated in an armchair which is next to small table. He at the moment has a look on his face that totally cries out absolute seriousness. A single light shines down upon him from somewhere up above. He turns and looks dead on at the camera and chuckles to himself.
Vince Jones: So, hear we are standing at the edge of tomorrow. In a few short days the people get to see none otha than V. Jones defend...
Vince Jones drapes his UWA North American championship belt over his shoulder and gently pats the gold plating.
Vince Jones: ...his prized possession, his UWA North American title strap at Fearless in good ole Californ-eye-aye.
Vince Jones pauses and nods slowly.
Vince Jones: On one end of the ring the people gonna see "The Man, The Myth, and the Mahfuckin' Legend", "The One Man Dynasty", NYC's Most Rough, Rugged, and Raw, "The Conqueror, The Killa, and The King" against who?? Who??
Vince Jones shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head in utter disappointment.
Vince Jones: Some little biatch from N'awlins and shit? Some lil tramp that wanna get a shot at the big boys? You gotta be fuckin' kidding yo mans here! Ashley Kenyon, you know damn well that you don't deserve to be in the same damn ring with a man like V. Jones! The people coming out to watch this shit go down know damn well that you don't deserve to be in the same damn ring with a man like V! The whole fuckin' world knows damn well that you shouldn't be in that ring with a man like V; but, as you said before...shit happens! Right?? Shit happens. So, if V puts you in the "NYC Crippla" that night and the ref starts beggin' for V to break the hold cuz you grabbed the ropes and Jonesy decides he don't wanna let it go and ends up dislocating one of those delicate lil ankles of yours, what then?? Oops! Shit happened. Right? Is that what we say? Jonesy cracks you across that jaw of yours with a "Jaw Jacka" only to find out that they gotta re-align that pretty little mouth of yours the next day. Shit happened. Right?? If the career killa "accidentally" puts you on the shelf for what turns out to be the final match of your uneventful career, shit happened! Right, Ashley?
Vince chuckles to himself and slowly rises to his feet. He gently sets the gold belt on the table so that it faces the camera and steps away from the chair.
Vince Jones: But you know what's funny about this certain scenario and shit??
Vince gently taps his forehead with his finger.
Vince Jones: Its this idea people have. And you know damn well what V talkin' about here, Ashley. Jonesy don't know where it comes from, but people always wanna see the underdog win. People wanna have that feel good story. That's how it goes. Right? Cats gonna show up to the Stockton Arena hopin'...prayin'...and wishin' for that upset, that one in one million chance that maybe just maybe yo bitch ass walks out that arena with V's belt around yo damn waist.
Vince shrugs his shoulders, looks down at the floor, and shakes his head once again.
Vince Jones: But can V really blame 'em in the end??
Vince looks back up at the camera and laughs to himself.
Vince Jones: People see that shit on t.v, the movies, its everywhere! They see it in sports sometimes too! Right? People want the "bad guy" to lose and the "good guy" to win. That's the way its supposed to be. Right, Ashley?? At least the way they want things to be. We all know who they wanna see win, Ashley. They see the cutesy little chica prancing down to the ring with the bright smile on her damn face and they fall in love. They look at you and they imagine that you could be a sistah to 'em, maybe a daughtah or some shit! They can relate to you! They fuckin' adore you! You like the representation of progress, of change! You their hope! You, like that Aerynn Donnelly bitch, supposed to be the proof that a woman can make it in a man's game!
Vince rolls his eyes at the thought.
Vince Jones: Then, they look at a man like Jonesy...
Vince points to himself.
Vince Jones: ... and they see everything they've always feared in life! They see that mahfucka that used to bully 'em when they was young! They see that mahfucka that they'd see on the streets and quickly move to the otha side just in case it happens to be they time and they place! They see the mahfucka that they more than happy to see rot behind bars cuz that's obviously the place he belongs until his dying days!
Vince Jones closes his eyes, looks upwards and slowly takes a deep breath, nearly trembling from the rage he is harboring at the moment. He slowly opens his eyes and looks back at the camera once again.
Vince Jones: Oh, believe this guy right here when he tells the story. Why? Cuz he's lived it! Been there, done that! So, wouldn't it be nice for all those people to see a little girl like you take down an absolute beast like...
Vince points to himself.
Vince Jones: ...yo mans,V. Jones? Just imagine the reaction from the crowd. You'd probably pop the roof off the joint that night, Ashley! Finally...Vince Jones loses the UWA North American title. Finally...the bad guy falls. Right?? That's what the people wanna see happen at Fearless...
Vince Jones snatches up his title strap and puts it around his waist.
Vince Jones: Too bad the image all those fuckin' people gonna rememba is the same fuckin' image they always see at the end of a V. Jones UWA North American title fight! The referee counts to three, the bell rings, V stands to his feet, they hand him his belt, he walks out that arena still reppin' as yo North American champ!
Vince Jones cups his chin in thought.
Vince Jones: So, is it a re-run? Could that shit be considah'd deja vu? Or will it be simple be Vince Jones doin' what he does best ...winning?
Vince Jones shrugs his shoulders, shakes his head, and laughs to himself.
Vince Jones: So, you can forget the popcorn, baby doll! Cuz you gonna be salty enough as it is when you finally have to come face-to-face with the cold hard facts at Fearless! You ready for the spoil-ah alert? Come a little close-ah...
The camera zooms in on Vince Jones a little bit.
Vince Jones: Close-ahhh...
The camera zooms in on Vince Jones even more.
Vince Jones: Right there is good! Ya see. This isn't a fuckin' movie, Ashley! This isn't one of those fairytales where there's supposed to be a happy ending and shit! This is fuckin' life, that real shit! No matta how you slice it when the music stops playin' and the bell rings someone eventually gonna be broken! That someone will be...
Vince points at the camera.
Vince Jones: ...you! Someone's gonna get blasted in front of all those people in that arena that are gonna be hopin' for the otha wise, baby doll! That someone will be...
Vince Jones points at the camera once again.
Vince Jones: ... you! The taste of yo own blood...
Vince Jones puts his finger to his face as his expression slowly grows cold. He begins tracing a path from his forehead to his lips.
Vince Jones: ...tricklin' from yo damn forehead all the way down to yo lips. You won't be imagining that taste! It'll be reality, Ashley! Will you wake up in the middle of that match and realize that its only a dream that you in ova yo head and that you just fuckin' there, with absolutely no control whatsoeva anymore of whetha or not you walk out that damn ring unda yo own control??
Vince Jones shakes his head, no.
Vince Jones: That dream will be yo fuckin' reality as you flop around the damn ring, punch drunk and on the verge of that ref callin' the match to be stopped for your sake as the only escape route you got! You think the hopes and dreams of the people in that crowd lookin' for an unda dog victory gonna save yo punk ass that night, Ashley?? You gonna have a genie in a lamp in yo corna to wish away the pain,Ashley?? You gonna have a fairy by your side to assist you or somethin' out there, Ashley?
Vince chuckles to himself softly.
Vince Jones: When you wish upon a star dreams come true all the time in those fuckin' Disney happy go lucky kiddie movies and shit, baby doll! Too bad we not five anymore! Guess you could say Kyle Travis, Fray-sha Freeman, Brody Montgomery, and a long list of otha mahfuckas wish the sky had been full of those fuckin' magical stars when they stood toe-to-toe with Jonesy all those times in the ring! So, if that long list of mahfuckas couldn't get the job done, what makes you think you will? This is life in the UWA, reality! Take a good look at that strap, baby doll!
The camera zooms in on the belt as Vince Jones points down to it.
Vince Jones: At Fearless you got one chance, and one chance only to do what many othas in the UWA have only dreamed of doin' and that's taking down a real monstah, a man that could give a fuck about you and yo career! You simply gonna be anotha notch! You simply gonna be anotha job that needs to be done in ordah to cash in anotha big payday check! Nothing more, nothing less! So...one chance! Will you walk away living happily eva afta? Or will you be K.I.S.S.ing that lost opportunity...goodbye?
The camera zooms out as Vince Jones flashes the hand sign of the EDW in front of his face.
Vince Jones: 'Nuff said!
The camera slowly fades to black. All of a sudden the sound of a hand clap can be heard in the background followed by a familiar female's voice.
Female's Voice: Very nice, V! Very nice! I like it!
We now see Vince Jones and Jasmine sitting on a sofa side by side in their apartment in New York City. At this time they are both finishing viewing a vignette that Vince Jones had finished taping earlier on that day at the studio.
Vince Jones: It kinda sums it all up, Jasmine.
Jasmine: (nodding) Oh it does...
Vince Jones exits out of his mobile web browser on his phone and quickly stuffs the phone back in his pocket.
Vince Jones: The bitch needs to be told. She might as well just no-show. C'mon here! Who in their right mind could eva imagine that runt ass Party Rock Barbie doll gettin' the drop on Jonesy and walkin' away with the gold? It just not happenin'!
Jasmine leans back and stares back at Vince Jones with a rather serious looking expression on her face as if there is something troubling her. Vince suddenly notices the change in her demeanor.
Vince Jones: What you thinkin' ova there, Jasmine??
She suddenly looks down at the floor and shrugs her shoulders slightly.
Jasmine: I don't know. I mean I was just thinking about something...
Vince Jones: Yeah?? What is it, huh??
Jasmine: Well..what if....what if somehow she did sneak away with the victory against you??
Vince Jones cocks his head to the side and glares at Jasmine at the words that just came out her mouth.
Vince Jones: You fuckin' serious here, Jasmine??
Jasmine pauses for what seems to be an eternity. Then she finally cracks a smile and starts laughing hysterically.
Jasmine: Gotcha! You really think I'd believe that this Ashley Kenyon's about to walk away with a win ova you?? C'mon! I'm not stupid!
Vince Jones begins to laugh to himself at her attempt at a joke.
Vince Jones: Jonesy was startin' to think you were smokin' some of that good shit right about now!
Jasmine: Oh, but you should've seen your face. I mean you had that "What the fuck" type of expression plastered all across your face just a moment ago. Anyways, you ready to go out for a bit?
Vince Jones: Heh! Let's do this!
Vince Jones and Jasmine quickly begin to gather their belongings and get ready for a night out as the camera slowly fades to black.
Vince Jones: So, hear we are standing at the edge of tomorrow. In a few short days the people get to see none otha than V. Jones defend...
Vince Jones drapes his UWA North American championship belt over his shoulder and gently pats the gold plating.
Vince Jones: ...his prized possession, his UWA North American title strap at Fearless in good ole Californ-eye-aye.
Vince Jones pauses and nods slowly.
Vince Jones: On one end of the ring the people gonna see "The Man, The Myth, and the Mahfuckin' Legend", "The One Man Dynasty", NYC's Most Rough, Rugged, and Raw, "The Conqueror, The Killa, and The King" against who?? Who??
Vince Jones shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head in utter disappointment.
Vince Jones: Some little biatch from N'awlins and shit? Some lil tramp that wanna get a shot at the big boys? You gotta be fuckin' kidding yo mans here! Ashley Kenyon, you know damn well that you don't deserve to be in the same damn ring with a man like V. Jones! The people coming out to watch this shit go down know damn well that you don't deserve to be in the same damn ring with a man like V! The whole fuckin' world knows damn well that you shouldn't be in that ring with a man like V; but, as you said before...shit happens! Right?? Shit happens. So, if V puts you in the "NYC Crippla" that night and the ref starts beggin' for V to break the hold cuz you grabbed the ropes and Jonesy decides he don't wanna let it go and ends up dislocating one of those delicate lil ankles of yours, what then?? Oops! Shit happened. Right? Is that what we say? Jonesy cracks you across that jaw of yours with a "Jaw Jacka" only to find out that they gotta re-align that pretty little mouth of yours the next day. Shit happened. Right?? If the career killa "accidentally" puts you on the shelf for what turns out to be the final match of your uneventful career, shit happened! Right, Ashley?
Vince chuckles to himself and slowly rises to his feet. He gently sets the gold belt on the table so that it faces the camera and steps away from the chair.
Vince Jones: But you know what's funny about this certain scenario and shit??
Vince gently taps his forehead with his finger.
Vince Jones: Its this idea people have. And you know damn well what V talkin' about here, Ashley. Jonesy don't know where it comes from, but people always wanna see the underdog win. People wanna have that feel good story. That's how it goes. Right? Cats gonna show up to the Stockton Arena hopin'...prayin'...and wishin' for that upset, that one in one million chance that maybe just maybe yo bitch ass walks out that arena with V's belt around yo damn waist.
Vince shrugs his shoulders, looks down at the floor, and shakes his head once again.
Vince Jones: But can V really blame 'em in the end??
Vince looks back up at the camera and laughs to himself.
Vince Jones: People see that shit on t.v, the movies, its everywhere! They see it in sports sometimes too! Right? People want the "bad guy" to lose and the "good guy" to win. That's the way its supposed to be. Right, Ashley?? At least the way they want things to be. We all know who they wanna see win, Ashley. They see the cutesy little chica prancing down to the ring with the bright smile on her damn face and they fall in love. They look at you and they imagine that you could be a sistah to 'em, maybe a daughtah or some shit! They can relate to you! They fuckin' adore you! You like the representation of progress, of change! You their hope! You, like that Aerynn Donnelly bitch, supposed to be the proof that a woman can make it in a man's game!
Vince rolls his eyes at the thought.
Vince Jones: Then, they look at a man like Jonesy...
Vince points to himself.
Vince Jones: ... and they see everything they've always feared in life! They see that mahfucka that used to bully 'em when they was young! They see that mahfucka that they'd see on the streets and quickly move to the otha side just in case it happens to be they time and they place! They see the mahfucka that they more than happy to see rot behind bars cuz that's obviously the place he belongs until his dying days!
Vince Jones closes his eyes, looks upwards and slowly takes a deep breath, nearly trembling from the rage he is harboring at the moment. He slowly opens his eyes and looks back at the camera once again.
Vince Jones: Oh, believe this guy right here when he tells the story. Why? Cuz he's lived it! Been there, done that! So, wouldn't it be nice for all those people to see a little girl like you take down an absolute beast like...
Vince points to himself.
Vince Jones: ...yo mans,V. Jones? Just imagine the reaction from the crowd. You'd probably pop the roof off the joint that night, Ashley! Finally...Vince Jones loses the UWA North American title. Finally...the bad guy falls. Right?? That's what the people wanna see happen at Fearless...
Vince Jones snatches up his title strap and puts it around his waist.
Vince Jones: Too bad the image all those fuckin' people gonna rememba is the same fuckin' image they always see at the end of a V. Jones UWA North American title fight! The referee counts to three, the bell rings, V stands to his feet, they hand him his belt, he walks out that arena still reppin' as yo North American champ!
Vince Jones cups his chin in thought.
Vince Jones: So, is it a re-run? Could that shit be considah'd deja vu? Or will it be simple be Vince Jones doin' what he does best ...winning?
Vince Jones shrugs his shoulders, shakes his head, and laughs to himself.
Vince Jones: So, you can forget the popcorn, baby doll! Cuz you gonna be salty enough as it is when you finally have to come face-to-face with the cold hard facts at Fearless! You ready for the spoil-ah alert? Come a little close-ah...
The camera zooms in on Vince Jones a little bit.
Vince Jones: Close-ahhh...
The camera zooms in on Vince Jones even more.
Vince Jones: Right there is good! Ya see. This isn't a fuckin' movie, Ashley! This isn't one of those fairytales where there's supposed to be a happy ending and shit! This is fuckin' life, that real shit! No matta how you slice it when the music stops playin' and the bell rings someone eventually gonna be broken! That someone will be...
Vince points at the camera.
Vince Jones: ...you! Someone's gonna get blasted in front of all those people in that arena that are gonna be hopin' for the otha wise, baby doll! That someone will be...
Vince Jones points at the camera once again.
Vince Jones: ... you! The taste of yo own blood...
Vince Jones puts his finger to his face as his expression slowly grows cold. He begins tracing a path from his forehead to his lips.
Vince Jones: ...tricklin' from yo damn forehead all the way down to yo lips. You won't be imagining that taste! It'll be reality, Ashley! Will you wake up in the middle of that match and realize that its only a dream that you in ova yo head and that you just fuckin' there, with absolutely no control whatsoeva anymore of whetha or not you walk out that damn ring unda yo own control??
Vince Jones shakes his head, no.
Vince Jones: That dream will be yo fuckin' reality as you flop around the damn ring, punch drunk and on the verge of that ref callin' the match to be stopped for your sake as the only escape route you got! You think the hopes and dreams of the people in that crowd lookin' for an unda dog victory gonna save yo punk ass that night, Ashley?? You gonna have a genie in a lamp in yo corna to wish away the pain,Ashley?? You gonna have a fairy by your side to assist you or somethin' out there, Ashley?
Vince chuckles to himself softly.
Vince Jones: When you wish upon a star dreams come true all the time in those fuckin' Disney happy go lucky kiddie movies and shit, baby doll! Too bad we not five anymore! Guess you could say Kyle Travis, Fray-sha Freeman, Brody Montgomery, and a long list of otha mahfuckas wish the sky had been full of those fuckin' magical stars when they stood toe-to-toe with Jonesy all those times in the ring! So, if that long list of mahfuckas couldn't get the job done, what makes you think you will? This is life in the UWA, reality! Take a good look at that strap, baby doll!
The camera zooms in on the belt as Vince Jones points down to it.
Vince Jones: At Fearless you got one chance, and one chance only to do what many othas in the UWA have only dreamed of doin' and that's taking down a real monstah, a man that could give a fuck about you and yo career! You simply gonna be anotha notch! You simply gonna be anotha job that needs to be done in ordah to cash in anotha big payday check! Nothing more, nothing less! So...one chance! Will you walk away living happily eva afta? Or will you be K.I.S.S.ing that lost opportunity...goodbye?
The camera zooms out as Vince Jones flashes the hand sign of the EDW in front of his face.
Vince Jones: 'Nuff said!
The camera slowly fades to black. All of a sudden the sound of a hand clap can be heard in the background followed by a familiar female's voice.
Female's Voice: Very nice, V! Very nice! I like it!
We now see Vince Jones and Jasmine sitting on a sofa side by side in their apartment in New York City. At this time they are both finishing viewing a vignette that Vince Jones had finished taping earlier on that day at the studio.
Vince Jones: It kinda sums it all up, Jasmine.
Jasmine: (nodding) Oh it does...
Vince Jones exits out of his mobile web browser on his phone and quickly stuffs the phone back in his pocket.
Vince Jones: The bitch needs to be told. She might as well just no-show. C'mon here! Who in their right mind could eva imagine that runt ass Party Rock Barbie doll gettin' the drop on Jonesy and walkin' away with the gold? It just not happenin'!
Jasmine leans back and stares back at Vince Jones with a rather serious looking expression on her face as if there is something troubling her. Vince suddenly notices the change in her demeanor.
Vince Jones: What you thinkin' ova there, Jasmine??
She suddenly looks down at the floor and shrugs her shoulders slightly.
Jasmine: I don't know. I mean I was just thinking about something...
Vince Jones: Yeah?? What is it, huh??
Jasmine: Well..what if....what if somehow she did sneak away with the victory against you??
Vince Jones cocks his head to the side and glares at Jasmine at the words that just came out her mouth.
Vince Jones: You fuckin' serious here, Jasmine??
Jasmine pauses for what seems to be an eternity. Then she finally cracks a smile and starts laughing hysterically.
Jasmine: Gotcha! You really think I'd believe that this Ashley Kenyon's about to walk away with a win ova you?? C'mon! I'm not stupid!
Vince Jones begins to laugh to himself at her attempt at a joke.
Vince Jones: Jonesy was startin' to think you were smokin' some of that good shit right about now!
Jasmine: Oh, but you should've seen your face. I mean you had that "What the fuck" type of expression plastered all across your face just a moment ago. Anyways, you ready to go out for a bit?
Vince Jones: Heh! Let's do this!
Vince Jones and Jasmine quickly begin to gather their belongings and get ready for a night out as the camera slowly fades to black.