Post by vincejones on Dec 18, 2014 23:53:17 GMT -6
The camera flashes on and we pick up where we last saw Vince Jones. He is in a studio putting the final touches on his message of absolute confidence to Ashley Kenyon. The director on hand gives Vince the thumbs up.
Director: And that's a wrap. Its good to go, Vince!
The cameras turns off and Vince Jones immediately pops open the bottle that is setting on the table in front of him and takes a huge swig of its contents.
Vince Jones: Ha haaaaaa!!!! Weeeee reaady! Weeeee reaady! Weeeeeee reaady... for all!!! Oh that bitch catchin' an ass whuppin' boys! Jonesy ready to break that bitch off, son! Its goin' the fuck down at Cataclysm, man! Its goin' down!
He then flips the bottle upside down and douses himself with the contents of the bottle as if he has already won his match at Cataclysm.
Reno Banks: Hey now! That's some good wine you're wasting there, Vince!
Reno Banks joins in on the pre-celebratory festivities as well as Keshawn Jones and Jasmine Shelley. The crew goes wild as Vince chucks the bottle on the studio floor and goes nuts.
Vince Jones: WOOOOOOO!!!!
Vince turns and looks at Reno, Keshawn, and Jasmine one-by-one with that trademark cocky smirk on his face.
Vince Jones: Wastin' bottles, man?? C'mon! Get da fuck outta here with all that, bullshit! That was only one, man! Jonesy walks away with that win at Cataclysm and there gonna be a whole helluva lot more where that one came from! Oh, you best belieeeeve that...baby!
Vince reaches over and puts an arm around Jasmine who cozies herself close to her man and looks up at him with a bright smile.
Jasmine: So, big bad Santa gonna win one for his favorite little helpa?
Jasmine shoots Vince Jones a kissy face and Vince turns and smiles back at her in return.
Vince Jones: You talkin' just a win on that wish list of yours this year, lil girl?? Hmph! Play yo fuckin' cards right and Santa gonna be stickin' a whole helluva a lot more in that fuckin' stocking of yours when he come down that chimney, babe!
Keshawn strolls over and slaps Vince Jones across the back playfully.
Keshawn Jones: Well, while you at it, Santa man, a guy like yo mans Keshawn keepin' it real, real simple! The Last Don tryin' to end the year with some fine ass hos, bruh!
Vince turns towards Keshawn and laughs outloud.
Vince Jones: Ho ho hoooooo, mahfucka ho! Oh you best belieeeve this Santa Claus will be supplyin' the damn hos in large quantities, bruh! They the gift that keep on givin'...
All of a sudden Jasmine's smile quickly turns to a look of outrage as she pushes herself away from Vince and slaps him in the back of the head.
Jasmine: Hmph! Go ahead and fuck around those hos you talkin' about, V! Go right on ahead and I'm sure those bitches'll have a whole lot more than gifts to give to the both of your triflin' asses! Know what I mean?
Keshawn shrugs his shoulders.
Keshawn Jones: Hey that's what pills and shit are for. Right??
Vince and Jasmine immediately turn and look at Keshawn in surprise with his unexpected remark.
Vince Jones: You grimey ass mahfucka! What the...
Keshawn Jones: Well, they make shit for all that! Technology...
Vince and Jasmine both just look at Keshawn and just shake their heads. Jasmine turns towards Vince.
Jasmine: If your brother eva...and I mean eva shows up at the house and calls himself sleeping in our bed those fuckin' sheets betta be changed! That's all I know, V!
Vince Jones: Fuck that shit! Jonesy'll have his punk ass saran wrapped if he eva gets anywhere close to our fuckin' bed afta hearin' all that shit!
Keshawn shrughs his shoulders.
Keshawn Jones: Oh...so that's how shit is and all?? Thought we was family, V!
Vince Jones: We are; but, we only go so far on the sharin', son!
Keshawn Jones: Well, it is what it is, bruh!
Keshawn reaches up looking to be dapped up by Vince; but, he is refused.
Vince Jones: Bruh...its gonna take some time for yo mans here to get the images and shit his fuckin' head! So we gonna skip all that dappin' and shit for now...
Keshawn shakes his head and laughs.
Keshawn Jones: Man, get the fuck outta here with all that.
Suddenly hops towards the group and attempts to put his arms around them all in a rallying effort of some sort.
Reno Banks: Well, as you all know Vinnie Jones has that final big match of the year against Ashley Kenyon. Now I know this wasn't planned. We weren't planning on seeing that rematch take place. We were expecting Vince to get exposed when it came to the gloves; but, its all about the positives here. Vince is still our champ.
Reno begins clapping in approval and continues on with his speech.
Reno Banks: Its been a long year. Oh, yes it has. Yes it has. In the end though I'm proud of what we've accomplished as a team. We've been through it all togetha and now we and Vince Jones...
Reno pats Vince on the back.
Reno Banks: ...have that one final obstacle in our paths. We ride ova it...
Vince Jones: Hmph! Or through the fuckin' bitch!
Reno turns and nods in agreement.
Reno Banks: Or...through it and we'll have arrived at the two-thousand and fourteen finish line, ready to move on into the next year on a bright note! Now if someone hadn't chucked that bottle...
Reno turns towards Vince and shakes his head in slight disappointment.
Reno Banks: ...we'd be toasting right now.
Vince Jones: Oh c'mon! It was one fuckin' bottle, man! You got that stroke! You can send out for anotha!
Reno nods his head reluctantly in agreement.
Reno Banks: I mean I guess you're right....
Suddenly the scene pauses and Vince Jones' low, gruff voice can be heard speaking in the background now.
"Two thousand and fourteen....good year. It was Jonesy's year. Oh you best believe that, man!
The scene switches to the first moment that Vince Jones set foot through those UWA doors, to talk business accompanied by his agent, Reno Banks. Vince is offered a contract and he signs it upon receipt.
"Yo mans was out the game! He thought he had moved on from the biz and shit! Supposedly it was ova. Then Jonesy gets that itch. He gets that will and that drive to go on that daily grind again, to do whateva it would take to bring the UWA to its knees as they'd have to recognize the type of guy that'd soon be takin' the fed by storm..."
Clip after clip of Vince Jones' UWA wins begins to play as Vince continues on.
"The plate was set fo yo mans, the plate was full! And when you starvin' you ready to get down and eat! Jonesy comes out the gates feastin' on each and every last mahfucka they'd send his way as Jonesy found himself shootin' straight up the ranks, man! Wins are nothin' to come by....Jonesy does that shit with ease! Its fuckin' natural..."
A clip is shown of Vince Jones overcoming the odds stacked against him and being crowned the second UWA North American champion as he defeats Frasier Freeman and Kyle Travis in the ring. At the conclusion of the match Vince is handed the title belt.
"...then comes the real presh-ah when you now a champ, when you know each and every time you step in that damn ring you got real expectations now heaped on top of ya, man! That's when shit was gettin' real in the UWA for Jonesy..."
Clip after clip of Vince Jones being awarded victory after victory begin to run.
"...but Jonesy met that shit! He beat the fuck outta that shit! He rode hard with that shit and still does..."
The scene switches to a few days prior when Vince Jones is seen standing infront of a mirror looking at his own reflection in rage and then punches and shatters the mirror.
"...but what's different now? What's so different? Jonesy can talk all he wants on the outside about his confidence. Jonesy can be ninety-nine percent sure he walkin' out Cataclysm with that win and that gold around his waist; but, what about that one....that one percent of doubt that Jonesy leaves with that gold still?"
The scene switches to his apartment where he was seen just a few days ago having an interview with Kevin Corbin of "The Source".
"You can tune it all out all you want. You can say you not affected. You can say whateva, man. It don't mean you don't hear it, the mahfuckas that talk and wish that yo upcoming match is yo last ride, that its finally ova and shit, man! That all the hay-tahs can finally rejoice and shit! "
The scene switches to a locker room of an arena where Vince Jones sits on a bench and just stares down at his UWA North American title belt simply lost in thoughts, thoughts to possibly the day that his run does finally come to an end.
"Its natural! You know them emperors and shit back in the day, all those kings, all the cats with everything to lose probably lived with those thoughts each and every day of they fuckin' lives, man! Well, Jonesy may be the man and shit now; but, he not immortal. You can wear that bulletproof vest and shit; but, there's always that one time that one bullet hits you in the right fuckin' spot...and its all ova, all goes to dust."
The scene switches back to that studio where Vince Jones and his entourage are assembled together and have glasses of champagne in and hand and appear to be toasting each other.
"Ashley Kenyon has her chance, her chance to be that fuckin' bullet, that stray shot that puts an end to the run. Oh, and that shit was a good fuckin' run indeed, man. Good shit! But ya know somethin' man? There only a few short weeks left in V's year, two Gee fourteen. And ya know what man?"
Vince and his crew can all be seen raising their glasses in unison.
"This mahfucka plannin' on endin' it strong cuz he plannin' on toastin' that mahfuckin' year two Gee fifteen with a nice glass get his drank on to and that UWA North American title belt still sittin' around his fuckin' waist!"
He and his crew are all seen drinking their glasses of champagne in unison in celebration.
"Here's to the New Year, mahfuckas...'Nuff said!"
The camera slowly fades to black.
Director: And that's a wrap. Its good to go, Vince!
The cameras turns off and Vince Jones immediately pops open the bottle that is setting on the table in front of him and takes a huge swig of its contents.
Vince Jones: Ha haaaaaa!!!! Weeeee reaady! Weeeee reaady! Weeeeeee reaady... for all!!! Oh that bitch catchin' an ass whuppin' boys! Jonesy ready to break that bitch off, son! Its goin' the fuck down at Cataclysm, man! Its goin' down!
He then flips the bottle upside down and douses himself with the contents of the bottle as if he has already won his match at Cataclysm.
Reno Banks: Hey now! That's some good wine you're wasting there, Vince!
Reno Banks joins in on the pre-celebratory festivities as well as Keshawn Jones and Jasmine Shelley. The crew goes wild as Vince chucks the bottle on the studio floor and goes nuts.
Vince Jones: WOOOOOOO!!!!
Vince turns and looks at Reno, Keshawn, and Jasmine one-by-one with that trademark cocky smirk on his face.
Vince Jones: Wastin' bottles, man?? C'mon! Get da fuck outta here with all that, bullshit! That was only one, man! Jonesy walks away with that win at Cataclysm and there gonna be a whole helluva lot more where that one came from! Oh, you best belieeeeve that...baby!
Vince reaches over and puts an arm around Jasmine who cozies herself close to her man and looks up at him with a bright smile.
Jasmine: So, big bad Santa gonna win one for his favorite little helpa?
Jasmine shoots Vince Jones a kissy face and Vince turns and smiles back at her in return.
Vince Jones: You talkin' just a win on that wish list of yours this year, lil girl?? Hmph! Play yo fuckin' cards right and Santa gonna be stickin' a whole helluva a lot more in that fuckin' stocking of yours when he come down that chimney, babe!
Keshawn strolls over and slaps Vince Jones across the back playfully.
Keshawn Jones: Well, while you at it, Santa man, a guy like yo mans Keshawn keepin' it real, real simple! The Last Don tryin' to end the year with some fine ass hos, bruh!
Vince turns towards Keshawn and laughs outloud.
Vince Jones: Ho ho hoooooo, mahfucka ho! Oh you best belieeeve this Santa Claus will be supplyin' the damn hos in large quantities, bruh! They the gift that keep on givin'...
All of a sudden Jasmine's smile quickly turns to a look of outrage as she pushes herself away from Vince and slaps him in the back of the head.
Jasmine: Hmph! Go ahead and fuck around those hos you talkin' about, V! Go right on ahead and I'm sure those bitches'll have a whole lot more than gifts to give to the both of your triflin' asses! Know what I mean?
Keshawn shrugs his shoulders.
Keshawn Jones: Hey that's what pills and shit are for. Right??
Vince and Jasmine immediately turn and look at Keshawn in surprise with his unexpected remark.
Vince Jones: You grimey ass mahfucka! What the...
Keshawn Jones: Well, they make shit for all that! Technology...
Vince and Jasmine both just look at Keshawn and just shake their heads. Jasmine turns towards Vince.
Jasmine: If your brother eva...and I mean eva shows up at the house and calls himself sleeping in our bed those fuckin' sheets betta be changed! That's all I know, V!
Vince Jones: Fuck that shit! Jonesy'll have his punk ass saran wrapped if he eva gets anywhere close to our fuckin' bed afta hearin' all that shit!
Keshawn shrughs his shoulders.
Keshawn Jones: Oh...so that's how shit is and all?? Thought we was family, V!
Vince Jones: We are; but, we only go so far on the sharin', son!
Keshawn Jones: Well, it is what it is, bruh!
Keshawn reaches up looking to be dapped up by Vince; but, he is refused.
Vince Jones: Bruh...its gonna take some time for yo mans here to get the images and shit his fuckin' head! So we gonna skip all that dappin' and shit for now...
Keshawn shakes his head and laughs.
Keshawn Jones: Man, get the fuck outta here with all that.
Suddenly hops towards the group and attempts to put his arms around them all in a rallying effort of some sort.
Reno Banks: Well, as you all know Vinnie Jones has that final big match of the year against Ashley Kenyon. Now I know this wasn't planned. We weren't planning on seeing that rematch take place. We were expecting Vince to get exposed when it came to the gloves; but, its all about the positives here. Vince is still our champ.
Reno begins clapping in approval and continues on with his speech.
Reno Banks: Its been a long year. Oh, yes it has. Yes it has. In the end though I'm proud of what we've accomplished as a team. We've been through it all togetha and now we and Vince Jones...
Reno pats Vince on the back.
Reno Banks: ...have that one final obstacle in our paths. We ride ova it...
Vince Jones: Hmph! Or through the fuckin' bitch!
Reno turns and nods in agreement.
Reno Banks: Or...through it and we'll have arrived at the two-thousand and fourteen finish line, ready to move on into the next year on a bright note! Now if someone hadn't chucked that bottle...
Reno turns towards Vince and shakes his head in slight disappointment.
Reno Banks: ...we'd be toasting right now.
Vince Jones: Oh c'mon! It was one fuckin' bottle, man! You got that stroke! You can send out for anotha!
Reno nods his head reluctantly in agreement.
Reno Banks: I mean I guess you're right....
Suddenly the scene pauses and Vince Jones' low, gruff voice can be heard speaking in the background now.
"Two thousand and fourteen....good year. It was Jonesy's year. Oh you best believe that, man!
The scene switches to the first moment that Vince Jones set foot through those UWA doors, to talk business accompanied by his agent, Reno Banks. Vince is offered a contract and he signs it upon receipt.
"Yo mans was out the game! He thought he had moved on from the biz and shit! Supposedly it was ova. Then Jonesy gets that itch. He gets that will and that drive to go on that daily grind again, to do whateva it would take to bring the UWA to its knees as they'd have to recognize the type of guy that'd soon be takin' the fed by storm..."
Clip after clip of Vince Jones' UWA wins begins to play as Vince continues on.
"The plate was set fo yo mans, the plate was full! And when you starvin' you ready to get down and eat! Jonesy comes out the gates feastin' on each and every last mahfucka they'd send his way as Jonesy found himself shootin' straight up the ranks, man! Wins are nothin' to come by....Jonesy does that shit with ease! Its fuckin' natural..."
A clip is shown of Vince Jones overcoming the odds stacked against him and being crowned the second UWA North American champion as he defeats Frasier Freeman and Kyle Travis in the ring. At the conclusion of the match Vince is handed the title belt.
"...then comes the real presh-ah when you now a champ, when you know each and every time you step in that damn ring you got real expectations now heaped on top of ya, man! That's when shit was gettin' real in the UWA for Jonesy..."
Clip after clip of Vince Jones being awarded victory after victory begin to run.
"...but Jonesy met that shit! He beat the fuck outta that shit! He rode hard with that shit and still does..."
The scene switches to a few days prior when Vince Jones is seen standing infront of a mirror looking at his own reflection in rage and then punches and shatters the mirror.
"...but what's different now? What's so different? Jonesy can talk all he wants on the outside about his confidence. Jonesy can be ninety-nine percent sure he walkin' out Cataclysm with that win and that gold around his waist; but, what about that one....that one percent of doubt that Jonesy leaves with that gold still?"
The scene switches to his apartment where he was seen just a few days ago having an interview with Kevin Corbin of "The Source".
"You can tune it all out all you want. You can say you not affected. You can say whateva, man. It don't mean you don't hear it, the mahfuckas that talk and wish that yo upcoming match is yo last ride, that its finally ova and shit, man! That all the hay-tahs can finally rejoice and shit! "
The scene switches to a locker room of an arena where Vince Jones sits on a bench and just stares down at his UWA North American title belt simply lost in thoughts, thoughts to possibly the day that his run does finally come to an end.
"Its natural! You know them emperors and shit back in the day, all those kings, all the cats with everything to lose probably lived with those thoughts each and every day of they fuckin' lives, man! Well, Jonesy may be the man and shit now; but, he not immortal. You can wear that bulletproof vest and shit; but, there's always that one time that one bullet hits you in the right fuckin' spot...and its all ova, all goes to dust."
The scene switches back to that studio where Vince Jones and his entourage are assembled together and have glasses of champagne in and hand and appear to be toasting each other.
"Ashley Kenyon has her chance, her chance to be that fuckin' bullet, that stray shot that puts an end to the run. Oh, and that shit was a good fuckin' run indeed, man. Good shit! But ya know somethin' man? There only a few short weeks left in V's year, two Gee fourteen. And ya know what man?"
Vince and his crew can all be seen raising their glasses in unison.
"This mahfucka plannin' on endin' it strong cuz he plannin' on toastin' that mahfuckin' year two Gee fifteen with a nice glass get his drank on to and that UWA North American title belt still sittin' around his fuckin' waist!"
He and his crew are all seen drinking their glasses of champagne in unison in celebration.
"Here's to the New Year, mahfuckas...'Nuff said!"
The camera slowly fades to black.