Post by vincejones on Nov 19, 2014 23:32:04 GMT -6
All is pitch black and silent. All of a sudden the silence is parted by the sound of "Thug Luv" by 2Pac and Bone Thugs N' Harmony.
[2Pac]
"Fool, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A.
whatever you killas want we bringing it
Thug Luv bitch what time is it?
I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch made killas
They ain't even knowing what type of killas we is
Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you mahfuckas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is mahfucka here it is what you gone do with it"
All of a sudden we are in the middle of a packed arena where Vince Jones has an opponent of his locked in his NYC Crippler clawing away in total desperation with a look of extreme agony etched all of his face. He is trying with all of his might to grab the bottom rope to escape. Suddenly the wrestler taps out furiously and Vince Jones immediately lets go of the hold, rises to his feet, and boots the man in his side in rage while he has his hand raised in victory.
"Well it must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson
You brought and am I stressing it softly"
The scene quickly changes to a backstage area where Vince Jones is seen jumping a wrestler from behind with his Louisville slugger bat. He nails the wrestler in the back of his knee and begins beating the life out of him. A horde of security come rushing over and try to seperate him from the downed wrestler.
"Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted
Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level
They can't stop me or drop me killa they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
The scene now switches to the outside of a ring where Vince Jones can be seen smashing an opponent's head into an announcer's table over and over and over again in pure rage. He then turns around and whips his dazed and confused opponent into a set of ring steps.
Keshawn Jones: So...
All of a sudden Vince Jones snaps back into reality as the music suddenly stops playing. He is seated in the passenger's seat of Keshawn Jones' car. Vince nods to himself with a slight smirk on his face. Keshawn turns towards Vince and smiles.
Keshawn Jones: Now you know you like that shit right there!
Vince Jones chuckles to himself softly and nods in agreement.
Vince Jones: Oh, you know it, bruh!
He and Keshawn dap each other up and flash the hand sign of the EDW at one another in respect.
Keshawn Jones: So....
Vince Jones: (in confusion) So what??
Keshawn Jones: C'mon, bruh! You know what I mean! When we gonna see that?
Vince Jones: See what??
Keshawn Jones just shakes his head and focuses on driving once again until the traffic once again goes back to a stand still.
Keshawn Jones: When we gonna see the realness, bruh? When we gonna see that mahfucka out there in the ring? The one that truly could give a fuck! That mahfucka that be bombin' on these cats that think they belong and shit in the game? You know how we used to do it! You (points at Vince) and me (points at himself) would be bashin' mahfuckas, breakin' these mahfuckas off, and putting them in they places...
Vince suddenly throws up a hand motioning for Keshawn to stop.
Vince Jones: Yo! That dude here...he been here!
Keshawn takes a long look at his brother and shrugs.
Keshawn Jones: I don't know. Game recognize game and sometimes yo game be lookin' a little unfamiliar and shit.
Vince shoots Keshawn a heavy glare.
Keshawn Jones: I'm just sayin', son! I mean Reno Banks talkin' about keepin' yo cool and shit; but, I don't know. That shit you pulled against that Josh McBride had me reminiscin' to how things used to be with you and shit!
Vince slips into deep thought, reminiscing on his match against Joshua McBride at Monday Night Mayhem. A slight grin begins to cross his face as he thinks back on how good it felt to loose absolute control.
Keshawn Jones: I see ya there, son! I know you were likin' that moment out there! I know you were livin' that shit up!
Vince nods in agreement. All of a sudden the car comes to a stop.
Keshawn Jones: Well, here we are...
Vince looks over at Keshawn and gives him the nod and they bump fists.
Keshawn Jones: You sure you don't want me to drop you off at your crib, bruh?
Vince Jones: Nah...just wanna take a little walk and shit. Gotta think about some things.
Keshawn Jones: Aight...
Vince opens up the car door and steps out. He is about to slam the door shut when Keshawn stops him for a brief moment.
Keshawn Jones: Oh, and rememba...you betta knock that little Amy Zing bitch's head clean off her mahfuckin' shoulders and shit at Mayhem, son! You know how the fuck those Jones brothers do!
Vince chuckles to himself and nods in agreement.
Vince Jones: Hey! Its goin' down, KJ! Its goin' the fuck down!
Keshawn Jones: (nodding) That's what I like to hear.
Vince slams the door shut and Keshawn Jones pulls off down the road. Vince stands there on the sidewalk as if he is totally oblivious to everything going on around him, the cars passing by, the New Yorkers yelling, horns honking, the normal hustle and bustle of an average day in the city. Vince takes a deep breath and begins walking down the sidewalk in deep thought.
"Lotta shit, man. Whole load of shit goin' down right now....
Road to Tragic Engagement...
...UWA...
...Arsenal...
...heavyweight title...
...Amy Zing at Mayhem...
...making those moves...
....bringin' the pain...
...remaining in control...
...letting it all loose on mahfuckas...
...Silencin' these mahfuckas....
...winning...
...gloves...
...problems...
...Where do we go...
...What's next?
Vince Jones continues on his way.
"From this point on. Shit gets real, each and every fuckin' week starting with this happy go lucky lil Amy Zing. Business, man! Its business! Cats gotta fall sometimes when you takin' care of shit! That's just the way it is. Amy Zing has a choice at Mayhem. She can stay in that fuckin' lockah room. She can stay safe. Who would really blame her? C'mon! This isn't that small time bitch, Lacey Roberts she dealin' with here...
...this the mahfuckin' Jones! This that point in the game when it all turns...
...This isn't about fun no more. This that point in her career when shit gets heavy! All she gotta do is turn back. Run away. Its simple. The option she should choose is clear. It's obvious. Walk away and there's no harm done, no little girl gets broken down and introduced to how cruel the big ocean can be in the UWA when you no longah swimmin' around with the guppies and shit!"
Vince Jones pauses for a moment.
"The girl comes out to the ring, talkin' to the people, smilin' and shit like every mahfuckin' thing is right and glorious in the world. Meanwhile Jonesy breakin' off opponent afta opponent afta fuckin' opponent! Amy Zing daintily pickin' up wins while yo man's is crushin' mahfuckas hopes and dreams! This Amy Zing on that Rainbow Brite slash Care Bears trip lookin' like she tryin' to spread joy, hope, and happiness around the whole fuckin' wrestling world with the cutesy little girl look. Meanwhile Jonesy beatin' mahfuckas and paintin' the canvas with bloody, crimson rainbows of his fuckin' own! "
Vince Jones smirks and just shakes his head in disappointment.
"Let her be. V against Amy Zing don't have to go down if she don't want it to. If Jonesy could talk some sense into her he'd tell her why go through all the trouble just for a belt that she neva eva gonna see...
or touch...
.... or wear? Is it really worth it, Amy?
Is it really worth losing the smile?
Is it really worth losing that glow, that fuckin' aura of happiness and shit?
Going up against the mahfuckin' Jones is no joke! Its a career decision that could be the last mistake that she eva makes as V abruptly shows her happy ass the way to the exit door of this fuckin' game called retirement; but, it don't have to be that way, Amy! As much as Jonesy would love to make an example of the bitch it'd be ova kill, man! It'd be that type of shit that would have cats wishin' yo mans was locked up behind bars once again! It wouldn't be pretty...
...So Amy, is it really worth it?
...All ya gotta do is walk away. No need to be a hero and shit! Look at Joshua McBride! Look at Fraysha Freeman, Amy! Look at all the mahfuckas two...maybe three times yo damn size...men that Jonesy made look like fuckin' little boys in that ring, Amy! Cats that V left as total shells of what the used to fuckin' be in this game! Some of those cats no longah even in the game no more! Women that V left scarred...silenced...
...
....
....Amy..."
Vince Jones shakes his head and chuckles to himself.
"You got yo taste of the spotlight when you won that little piece of tin, that UWA Television title and shit that you hold oh so near and dear to yo heart. The little trinket that you claim you'd defend at any given time. That's nice...
...that's fine...
...but know your place. Know when you in ova yo fuckin' head, Amy! Jonesy not a nice guy, baby doll! It don't have to go down! You have a choice! Is going up against the Jones....
...worth losing your innocence? Its up to you, Amy! Choice in the end is yours! 'Nuff said!"
The camera slowly fades to black as Vince Jones continues on his way.
[2Pac]
"Fool, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A.
whatever you killas want we bringing it
Thug Luv bitch what time is it?
I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch made killas
They ain't even knowing what type of killas we is
Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you mahfuckas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is mahfucka here it is what you gone do with it"
All of a sudden we are in the middle of a packed arena where Vince Jones has an opponent of his locked in his NYC Crippler clawing away in total desperation with a look of extreme agony etched all of his face. He is trying with all of his might to grab the bottom rope to escape. Suddenly the wrestler taps out furiously and Vince Jones immediately lets go of the hold, rises to his feet, and boots the man in his side in rage while he has his hand raised in victory.
"Well it must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson
You brought and am I stressing it softly"
The scene quickly changes to a backstage area where Vince Jones is seen jumping a wrestler from behind with his Louisville slugger bat. He nails the wrestler in the back of his knee and begins beating the life out of him. A horde of security come rushing over and try to seperate him from the downed wrestler.
"Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted
Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level
They can't stop me or drop me killa they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
The scene now switches to the outside of a ring where Vince Jones can be seen smashing an opponent's head into an announcer's table over and over and over again in pure rage. He then turns around and whips his dazed and confused opponent into a set of ring steps.
Keshawn Jones: So...
All of a sudden Vince Jones snaps back into reality as the music suddenly stops playing. He is seated in the passenger's seat of Keshawn Jones' car. Vince nods to himself with a slight smirk on his face. Keshawn turns towards Vince and smiles.
Keshawn Jones: Now you know you like that shit right there!
Vince Jones chuckles to himself softly and nods in agreement.
Vince Jones: Oh, you know it, bruh!
He and Keshawn dap each other up and flash the hand sign of the EDW at one another in respect.
Keshawn Jones: So....
Vince Jones: (in confusion) So what??
Keshawn Jones: C'mon, bruh! You know what I mean! When we gonna see that?
Vince Jones: See what??
Keshawn Jones just shakes his head and focuses on driving once again until the traffic once again goes back to a stand still.
Keshawn Jones: When we gonna see the realness, bruh? When we gonna see that mahfucka out there in the ring? The one that truly could give a fuck! That mahfucka that be bombin' on these cats that think they belong and shit in the game? You know how we used to do it! You (points at Vince) and me (points at himself) would be bashin' mahfuckas, breakin' these mahfuckas off, and putting them in they places...
Vince suddenly throws up a hand motioning for Keshawn to stop.
Vince Jones: Yo! That dude here...he been here!
Keshawn takes a long look at his brother and shrugs.
Keshawn Jones: I don't know. Game recognize game and sometimes yo game be lookin' a little unfamiliar and shit.
Vince shoots Keshawn a heavy glare.
Keshawn Jones: I'm just sayin', son! I mean Reno Banks talkin' about keepin' yo cool and shit; but, I don't know. That shit you pulled against that Josh McBride had me reminiscin' to how things used to be with you and shit!
Vince slips into deep thought, reminiscing on his match against Joshua McBride at Monday Night Mayhem. A slight grin begins to cross his face as he thinks back on how good it felt to loose absolute control.
Keshawn Jones: I see ya there, son! I know you were likin' that moment out there! I know you were livin' that shit up!
Vince nods in agreement. All of a sudden the car comes to a stop.
Keshawn Jones: Well, here we are...
Vince looks over at Keshawn and gives him the nod and they bump fists.
Keshawn Jones: You sure you don't want me to drop you off at your crib, bruh?
Vince Jones: Nah...just wanna take a little walk and shit. Gotta think about some things.
Keshawn Jones: Aight...
Vince opens up the car door and steps out. He is about to slam the door shut when Keshawn stops him for a brief moment.
Keshawn Jones: Oh, and rememba...you betta knock that little Amy Zing bitch's head clean off her mahfuckin' shoulders and shit at Mayhem, son! You know how the fuck those Jones brothers do!
Vince chuckles to himself and nods in agreement.
Vince Jones: Hey! Its goin' down, KJ! Its goin' the fuck down!
Keshawn Jones: (nodding) That's what I like to hear.
Vince slams the door shut and Keshawn Jones pulls off down the road. Vince stands there on the sidewalk as if he is totally oblivious to everything going on around him, the cars passing by, the New Yorkers yelling, horns honking, the normal hustle and bustle of an average day in the city. Vince takes a deep breath and begins walking down the sidewalk in deep thought.
"Lotta shit, man. Whole load of shit goin' down right now....
Road to Tragic Engagement...
...UWA...
...Arsenal...
...heavyweight title...
...Amy Zing at Mayhem...
...making those moves...
....bringin' the pain...
...remaining in control...
...letting it all loose on mahfuckas...
...Silencin' these mahfuckas....
...winning...
...gloves...
...problems...
...Where do we go...
...What's next?
Vince Jones continues on his way.
"From this point on. Shit gets real, each and every fuckin' week starting with this happy go lucky lil Amy Zing. Business, man! Its business! Cats gotta fall sometimes when you takin' care of shit! That's just the way it is. Amy Zing has a choice at Mayhem. She can stay in that fuckin' lockah room. She can stay safe. Who would really blame her? C'mon! This isn't that small time bitch, Lacey Roberts she dealin' with here...
...this the mahfuckin' Jones! This that point in the game when it all turns...
...This isn't about fun no more. This that point in her career when shit gets heavy! All she gotta do is turn back. Run away. Its simple. The option she should choose is clear. It's obvious. Walk away and there's no harm done, no little girl gets broken down and introduced to how cruel the big ocean can be in the UWA when you no longah swimmin' around with the guppies and shit!"
Vince Jones pauses for a moment.
"The girl comes out to the ring, talkin' to the people, smilin' and shit like every mahfuckin' thing is right and glorious in the world. Meanwhile Jonesy breakin' off opponent afta opponent afta fuckin' opponent! Amy Zing daintily pickin' up wins while yo man's is crushin' mahfuckas hopes and dreams! This Amy Zing on that Rainbow Brite slash Care Bears trip lookin' like she tryin' to spread joy, hope, and happiness around the whole fuckin' wrestling world with the cutesy little girl look. Meanwhile Jonesy beatin' mahfuckas and paintin' the canvas with bloody, crimson rainbows of his fuckin' own! "
Vince Jones smirks and just shakes his head in disappointment.
"Let her be. V against Amy Zing don't have to go down if she don't want it to. If Jonesy could talk some sense into her he'd tell her why go through all the trouble just for a belt that she neva eva gonna see...
or touch...
.... or wear? Is it really worth it, Amy?
Is it really worth losing the smile?
Is it really worth losing that glow, that fuckin' aura of happiness and shit?
Going up against the mahfuckin' Jones is no joke! Its a career decision that could be the last mistake that she eva makes as V abruptly shows her happy ass the way to the exit door of this fuckin' game called retirement; but, it don't have to be that way, Amy! As much as Jonesy would love to make an example of the bitch it'd be ova kill, man! It'd be that type of shit that would have cats wishin' yo mans was locked up behind bars once again! It wouldn't be pretty...
...So Amy, is it really worth it?
...All ya gotta do is walk away. No need to be a hero and shit! Look at Joshua McBride! Look at Fraysha Freeman, Amy! Look at all the mahfuckas two...maybe three times yo damn size...men that Jonesy made look like fuckin' little boys in that ring, Amy! Cats that V left as total shells of what the used to fuckin' be in this game! Some of those cats no longah even in the game no more! Women that V left scarred...silenced...
...
....
....Amy..."
Vince Jones shakes his head and chuckles to himself.
"You got yo taste of the spotlight when you won that little piece of tin, that UWA Television title and shit that you hold oh so near and dear to yo heart. The little trinket that you claim you'd defend at any given time. That's nice...
...that's fine...
...but know your place. Know when you in ova yo fuckin' head, Amy! Jonesy not a nice guy, baby doll! It don't have to go down! You have a choice! Is going up against the Jones....
...worth losing your innocence? Its up to you, Amy! Choice in the end is yours! 'Nuff said!"
The camera slowly fades to black as Vince Jones continues on his way.