Post by vincejones on Jan 9, 2015 20:53:17 GMT -6
The screen is pitch black and all is silent. The screen suddenly switches to the backstage area of Cataclysm where Vince Jones can be seen abruptly dismissing Reno Banks, Jasmine Shelley, and Keshawn Jones. All of a sudden the low, gruff voice of Vince Jones can be heard speaking in the background with a lot less bravado and force as we are used to hearing.
"Yooo..."
The three of them look at Vince in total confusion as Vince Jones marches off down the hallway with his head held down in utter disappointment with his defeat at the hands of Ashley Kenyon. All of a sudden "The Lonely Man" (theme from The Incredible Hulk) begins to play in the background as he walks away in absolute shock at his defeat at Cataclysm.
"Life moves fast sometimes, man..."
Vince Jones suddenly stops and leans up against the wall and just shakes his head as if a broken man at the moment.
"Its sad when you think about it..."
Clips of Vince Jones at various times during his unprecedented title reign as UWA North American champion flash on the screen one after the other. We see Vince Jones raising the title belt above his head in victory. We see Vince Jones standing in the ring belittling each and every person in the UWA that he possibly can while in the ring. We see Vince Jones posing for the camera in a photoshoot with a rather smug look of confidence plastered upon his face.
"You're ontop of the fuckin' world... "
Vince Jones can be seen standing alongside the members of his entourage drinking and toasting to one another without a single care in the world.
"You feel as though there is nothin' out there that can stop you..."
We now see clip after clip after clip of Vince Jones getting his hand raised in victory with the same look of disdain across his face as if to say to the world that he already knew each and every last one of those wins were destined.
"And from the looks of shit there is nothing out there that really can. You stormin' through the competition. You makin' waves, man."
Vince Jones is seen walking down the hallways with the cameras pointed in his direction. He just brushes them off and marches on with his entourage following close behind.
" You the centah of attention and shit. That's the life of a champ, man. That's the way it always has been."
Clip after clip of Vince Jones standing in his corner of the ring staring across the ring, warming up, and readying himself to go to war with his respective opponents from each of his previous title defenses are shown one after the other.
"No one can eva foresee when its all supposed to come grindin' to a fuckin' halt! If you could then that shit would neva happen. Right?? If only life came equipped with a fuckin' crystal ball, man! If only we knew what was to come before it arrived. Everything would always turn out different..."
The scene switches to the ring at Cataclysm where Vince Jones is locked up in the corner of the ring in a submission maneuver applied by Ashley Kenyon. He is trying with all his might to stay strong and prolong the inevitable; but, the agony is too much for him to stand at this point and he finally nods to the referee bringing his title reign to an end. The bell rings and all goes silent.
"The taste of fuckin' defeat..."
Ashley Kenyon can be seen rolling to the floor and looking up in disbelief at pulling off the victory while Vince Jones sprawls out in the ring and looks up at the ceiling in utter shock at what has just transpired.
"You try your best to avoid it. You kick, scratch, claw, and do whateva; but, its like death. Its gonna get ya soona or laytah and ya neva know when its finally gonna find you, man."
The camera zooms in on Vince Jones as he winces in pain as if his very heart has been abruptly yanked right out of his chest.
"It hangs with ya, man! It follows ya like a bad cold!"
The scene switches to the night time streets of New York City where Vince Jones can be seen walking alone as if he is somewhat lost.
"Suddenly breakfast, lunch, and dinnah don't taste as good as it used to. Cuz you got just got that nasty feelin' and shit. Ya know what yo man's talkin' about here? "
The scene now switches to a small corner diner that is virtually empty. Vince Jones can be seen sitting in a booth barely managing to make it though his meal as he dines alone with a sour expression etched across his face.
"Its like this. The drinks you were guzzlin' down one afta the otha are no longah for celebratin' the reign..."
The scene switches to a past hotel suite party where Vince Jones and numerous party-goers are living it up with full glasses in hand, enjoying the moment.
"...but, are now the shit you guzzlin' to keep ya togetha, to ease the fuckin' pain, to fill that fuckin' void in the meantime."
The scene now switches to a bar where Vince Jones can be seen sitting on a bar stool all alone as the bartender tends to cleaning up and preparing shut the place down for the night. He strolls past Vince Jones who just sits there and sulks with a half-empty glass of beer in front of him that he continues to nurse despite the fact that the place is soon to shut down for the night. He just sits there in stunned silence.
"The world you once knew is no longa. That happy reality you dwelled in and shit where you were larger than life, literally floatin' on air. No longa are you the man with the smirk on yo fuckin' face laughin' at each and every mahfucka tryin' to get what you got."
Vince Jones is seen in past interviews laughing outloud at the thought of any of his opponents walking away with a win against him, totally dismissing the fact that despite his dominance that he too was still a mere mortal in the wrestling world itself.
"Now you back in the barrel with the rest of those sorry ass mahfuckas on that grind, son."
A clip of Vince Jones walking down the hallway his very first day as a competitor in the UWA with his gym bag thrown over his shoulder. Every ounce of his very demeanor at this moment in time reek of a hunger and determination for more.
" Hopin' that opportunity comes back around again...."
The scene switches to Vince Jones skimming a listing of the matches booked for Monday Night Mayhem in Loveland, Colorado. His eyes come across the Amy Zing and Ashley Kenyon title match and he just shakes his head and grunts to himself. His eyes slide down the card listing even more and he comes across the match between he and Sentinel which also booked for the night.
"Hopin' that you can one day relive that dream that was the life you were livin' while you watch some otha punk ass mahfucka walk around with what was once yours, some otha mahfucka sittin' in yo damn spot."
Vince's eyes intensify as he looks back and sees the name Ashley Kenyon listed as the UWA North American champion.
"When its you against the world you can only go so long without the world finally gettin' they win. The people got what they fuckin' wanted. Their fuckin' princess is holding V's strap. Ashley Kenyon toastin' to the current and the future while Jonesy toastin' to the fuckin' good old days when he was the man, one of the fuckin' top dawgs and shit."
Vince Jones' eyes scan up and down the card in fury as the Lonely Man song slowly comes to an end and all is silent once again.
"They say shit happens. Is that right?? Hmph! Well, when the shit begins to hit the fan starting at Mayhem and cats start fallin' one afta the otha you people go back and take a look at that wish. Ask Sentinel afta Mayhem if Ashley Kenyon gettin' that belt was worth all the shit that came afta wards!"
The scene switches to a dark room where single light shines down on Vince Jones who has his back towards the camera as he lifts up a Louisville Slugger bat and begins eyeing it up and down just waiting for the opportunity to get it in the game. Vince Jones flashes the hand sign of the EDW. All of a sudden the opening of the instrumental to "Thug Luv" by 2Pac and Bone Thugs N' Harmony begins to play in the background.
"Well, ya know what else mahfuckas say...sometimes a whole helluva a lotta mahfuckas gotta fall for one to rise up and make it. When one thing comes to an end you soon lookin' at a new beginnin'..."
Vince Jones looks down at the baseball bat as he goes for a few practice swings.
"Don't blame Jonesy for the next chaptah..."
Vince Jones slowly turns towards the camera and glares at in rage.
"Don't blame Jonesy for The Violence..."
Vince suddenly smashes the camera in front of him and the feed is cut off abruptly.
"Yooo..."
The three of them look at Vince in total confusion as Vince Jones marches off down the hallway with his head held down in utter disappointment with his defeat at the hands of Ashley Kenyon. All of a sudden "The Lonely Man" (theme from The Incredible Hulk) begins to play in the background as he walks away in absolute shock at his defeat at Cataclysm.
"Life moves fast sometimes, man..."
Vince Jones suddenly stops and leans up against the wall and just shakes his head as if a broken man at the moment.
"Its sad when you think about it..."
Clips of Vince Jones at various times during his unprecedented title reign as UWA North American champion flash on the screen one after the other. We see Vince Jones raising the title belt above his head in victory. We see Vince Jones standing in the ring belittling each and every person in the UWA that he possibly can while in the ring. We see Vince Jones posing for the camera in a photoshoot with a rather smug look of confidence plastered upon his face.
"You're ontop of the fuckin' world... "
Vince Jones can be seen standing alongside the members of his entourage drinking and toasting to one another without a single care in the world.
"You feel as though there is nothin' out there that can stop you..."
We now see clip after clip after clip of Vince Jones getting his hand raised in victory with the same look of disdain across his face as if to say to the world that he already knew each and every last one of those wins were destined.
"And from the looks of shit there is nothing out there that really can. You stormin' through the competition. You makin' waves, man."
Vince Jones is seen walking down the hallways with the cameras pointed in his direction. He just brushes them off and marches on with his entourage following close behind.
" You the centah of attention and shit. That's the life of a champ, man. That's the way it always has been."
Clip after clip of Vince Jones standing in his corner of the ring staring across the ring, warming up, and readying himself to go to war with his respective opponents from each of his previous title defenses are shown one after the other.
"No one can eva foresee when its all supposed to come grindin' to a fuckin' halt! If you could then that shit would neva happen. Right?? If only life came equipped with a fuckin' crystal ball, man! If only we knew what was to come before it arrived. Everything would always turn out different..."
The scene switches to the ring at Cataclysm where Vince Jones is locked up in the corner of the ring in a submission maneuver applied by Ashley Kenyon. He is trying with all his might to stay strong and prolong the inevitable; but, the agony is too much for him to stand at this point and he finally nods to the referee bringing his title reign to an end. The bell rings and all goes silent.
"The taste of fuckin' defeat..."
Ashley Kenyon can be seen rolling to the floor and looking up in disbelief at pulling off the victory while Vince Jones sprawls out in the ring and looks up at the ceiling in utter shock at what has just transpired.
"You try your best to avoid it. You kick, scratch, claw, and do whateva; but, its like death. Its gonna get ya soona or laytah and ya neva know when its finally gonna find you, man."
The camera zooms in on Vince Jones as he winces in pain as if his very heart has been abruptly yanked right out of his chest.
"It hangs with ya, man! It follows ya like a bad cold!"
The scene switches to the night time streets of New York City where Vince Jones can be seen walking alone as if he is somewhat lost.
"Suddenly breakfast, lunch, and dinnah don't taste as good as it used to. Cuz you got just got that nasty feelin' and shit. Ya know what yo man's talkin' about here? "
The scene now switches to a small corner diner that is virtually empty. Vince Jones can be seen sitting in a booth barely managing to make it though his meal as he dines alone with a sour expression etched across his face.
"Its like this. The drinks you were guzzlin' down one afta the otha are no longah for celebratin' the reign..."
The scene switches to a past hotel suite party where Vince Jones and numerous party-goers are living it up with full glasses in hand, enjoying the moment.
"...but, are now the shit you guzzlin' to keep ya togetha, to ease the fuckin' pain, to fill that fuckin' void in the meantime."
The scene now switches to a bar where Vince Jones can be seen sitting on a bar stool all alone as the bartender tends to cleaning up and preparing shut the place down for the night. He strolls past Vince Jones who just sits there and sulks with a half-empty glass of beer in front of him that he continues to nurse despite the fact that the place is soon to shut down for the night. He just sits there in stunned silence.
"The world you once knew is no longa. That happy reality you dwelled in and shit where you were larger than life, literally floatin' on air. No longa are you the man with the smirk on yo fuckin' face laughin' at each and every mahfucka tryin' to get what you got."
Vince Jones is seen in past interviews laughing outloud at the thought of any of his opponents walking away with a win against him, totally dismissing the fact that despite his dominance that he too was still a mere mortal in the wrestling world itself.
"Now you back in the barrel with the rest of those sorry ass mahfuckas on that grind, son."
A clip of Vince Jones walking down the hallway his very first day as a competitor in the UWA with his gym bag thrown over his shoulder. Every ounce of his very demeanor at this moment in time reek of a hunger and determination for more.
" Hopin' that opportunity comes back around again...."
The scene switches to Vince Jones skimming a listing of the matches booked for Monday Night Mayhem in Loveland, Colorado. His eyes come across the Amy Zing and Ashley Kenyon title match and he just shakes his head and grunts to himself. His eyes slide down the card listing even more and he comes across the match between he and Sentinel which also booked for the night.
"Hopin' that you can one day relive that dream that was the life you were livin' while you watch some otha punk ass mahfucka walk around with what was once yours, some otha mahfucka sittin' in yo damn spot."
Vince's eyes intensify as he looks back and sees the name Ashley Kenyon listed as the UWA North American champion.
"When its you against the world you can only go so long without the world finally gettin' they win. The people got what they fuckin' wanted. Their fuckin' princess is holding V's strap. Ashley Kenyon toastin' to the current and the future while Jonesy toastin' to the fuckin' good old days when he was the man, one of the fuckin' top dawgs and shit."
Vince Jones' eyes scan up and down the card in fury as the Lonely Man song slowly comes to an end and all is silent once again.
"They say shit happens. Is that right?? Hmph! Well, when the shit begins to hit the fan starting at Mayhem and cats start fallin' one afta the otha you people go back and take a look at that wish. Ask Sentinel afta Mayhem if Ashley Kenyon gettin' that belt was worth all the shit that came afta wards!"
The scene switches to a dark room where single light shines down on Vince Jones who has his back towards the camera as he lifts up a Louisville Slugger bat and begins eyeing it up and down just waiting for the opportunity to get it in the game. Vince Jones flashes the hand sign of the EDW. All of a sudden the opening of the instrumental to "Thug Luv" by 2Pac and Bone Thugs N' Harmony begins to play in the background.
"Well, ya know what else mahfuckas say...sometimes a whole helluva a lotta mahfuckas gotta fall for one to rise up and make it. When one thing comes to an end you soon lookin' at a new beginnin'..."
Vince Jones looks down at the baseball bat as he goes for a few practice swings.
"Don't blame Jonesy for the next chaptah..."
Vince Jones slowly turns towards the camera and glares at in rage.
"Don't blame Jonesy for The Violence..."
Vince suddenly smashes the camera in front of him and the feed is cut off abruptly.