[ t h e v i o l e n c e ] s t a t i s t i c s

RECORD: 000 - 000 - 000
ROLEPLAY NUMBER: #001

UPCOMING MATCH: None
STIPULATION: N/A

ACHIEVEMENTS: Coming soon.

Silenced: TBD [x1], You?

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' Violence Comes To The EWF '

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LOCATION: Portland, OR
STATUS: Off-Camera
TIME: Saturday Morning

It is a bright, sunny, calming day in Northeast Portland. Jevon Williams sits on the front steps of his modest three bedroom, one bathroom home in the heart of Northeast Portland. Williams is wearing a baggy white T-shirt, blue denim shorts, white Air Force Ones, a white hat, and a white bandana tied around his neck. Under the bandana he wears dog tags on a long chain around his neck. Between his feet rests an opened forty ounce bottle of Olde English. Williams’ eyes are focused on the street before him, taking everything in. He has always been extremely proud of where he came up and the neighborhood he called his own: affectionately dubbed The NEP. Williams reaches down picking up the bottle at his feet and lifts it to his lips drinking from it. A black Cadillac Escalade pulls up to the curb in front of Jevon’s home, music blaring and the heavy bass thumping, rattling the windows of Jevon’s house in their panes. The music cuts out as the engine dies and the driver’s side door opens. Chris Harris, Jevon’s agent, climbs out of the vehicle and closes the door behind him. He moves around the vehicle slipping his keys into his pocket. Harris wears a white button-up shirt, black slacks, and expensive sunglasses. Harris smiles as he moves towards Jevon and begins climbing the steps. The two men slap hands and Harris sits down on the step below Williams and on the opposite side.

’The Violence’ Jevon Williams “What’s good with you, suit?”

’The Hustler’ Chris Harris “Actually, I just got the phone with the EWF…”

Jevon raises the forty to his lips and drinks once more, his eyes narrowed and focused on Harris. He removes the bottle from his lips and lowers it but doesn’t set it down.

’The Violence’ Jevon Williams “The EWF?”

Harris nods his head with a smile.

’The Hustler’ Chris Harris “The European Wrestling Federation. We talked about this Jay. They showed interest so I’ve been in contact with their front office. The owner himself called and put an offer on the table. It’s on baby, we’re going to get up and get the hell off these streets family.”

Jevon sits in silence, his eyes still focused on Harris. Williams doesn’t seem to be nearly as pleased with the news as Harris. He lifts the forty to his lips one last time, killing the remaining liquor from the bottle. He sets the bottle down on the step under his feet, lowering his eyes to stare at the bottle. The two men sit in silence until Jevon tilts his head looking up towards Harris.

’The Violence’ Jevon Williams “How much they payin’?”

Harris smiles thinking Williams is getting on board with the idea.

’The Hustler’ Chris Harris “That’s still to be decided. We’re going to have to fly out and meet with the EWF for contract negotiations. But don’t worry about a thing baby, this is going to be huge. We’ll meet with these guys, you know I’m going to get every single cent possible, then you’re going to walk into the EWF and do what you do best.”

Williams nods his head slowly thinking to himself. His thought process is interrupted as the screen door opens and a beautiful woman wearing small baby blue shorts and a white tank top, no shoes, half steps out of the doorway looking down at the two men. Jevon slightly turns around, looking over his shoulder and up at the young woman. She smiles shyly before speaking.

’The Booty Call’ Young Woman “Jevon, you’re out of eggs.”

Jevon narrows his eyes looking at the young woman like she’s crazy.

’The Violence’ Jevon Williams “Okay… store’s three blocks away.”

The young woman rolls her eyes. She turns around and reenters the house muttering “asshole” under her breath. Jevon stares into the doorway until the screen door closes behind her. He shakes his head in frustration and then turns his attention back staring straight ahead seemingly deep in thought. He remains quiet for several moments and then finally breaks the silence.

’The Violence’ Jevon Williams “Fuck it, I need to get out of here. Book the flight.”

Harris smiles and climbs to his feet slapping Williams on the shoulder playfully.

’The Hustler’ Chris Harris “That’s what I’m talking about. Welcome to the big leagues.”

’The Violence’ Jevon Williams “Whatever, just get me paid.”



LOCATION: Somwhere...
STATUS: On-Camera
TIME: Late Saturday Night

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The scene slowly fades in and we open outside in what appears to be an empty lot. The scene is dark, the moon hanging high, shining brightly against the pitch black sky. In the center of the lot a black 1964 Ford Mustang in mint condition is parked, engine running, headlights on, with the driver’s side door open. Leaning against the side of the vehicle on the front panel stands the newest competitor to sign with the EWF, “The Violence” Jevon Williams. Williams wears a black hoody (left unzipped) over a white thermal shirt, baggy black denim jeans, and a black baseball cap. Again he wears his long chain with dog tags hanging at the end. Williams raises his right hand to his lips putting a blunt between his lips and inhales deeply. He holds it for a moment then exhales the smoke slowly. An arrogant smirk forms on the lips of Jevon Williams as he thinks to himself for a moment. Then he finally breaks the silence…

’The Violence’ Jevon Williams “Congratulations is due to the European Wrestling Federation. Why? Because they’ve landed the hottest free agent in the game and that man is Jevon Williams. See I’m not going to sit here and talk about all the previous championships I’ve won and the men I’ve defeated like everyone else. Because the bottom line is… it doesn’t matter. We’re in a new promotion, there are new opponents, there are new championships to be won. What you do need to know is Jevon Williams is a survivor and Jevon Williams is a fighter. I’ve been fighting my entire life. I’ve been hurting people my entire life. Only difference signing with the EWF makes is now I get to do it legally and get paid for it. And they are paying me quite a lot to do what I do.”

Jevon pauses once again and takes another hit off his blunt before exhaling the smoke.

’The Violence’ Jevon Williams “I’ve taken my time and I’ve looked over the roster I’ll be facing week in and week out and I laughed. I mean, I’ve got to be honest, the pieces of ass on that roster are the only things worth shit. But don’t get excited ladies… I don’t mean all of ya. I’m not gonna waste a bunch of time runnin’ off at the mouth about this man and that man. You’ll all get to know who exactly Jevon Williams is and what he’s about real quick. …All ya’ll need to know is that The Violence has come to the EWF and nothing will ever be the same again. You think it’s a game? Drop a quarter and play muhfuckas… I will be Legacy Champion and can’t no one in the EWF stop me. And that’s real talk shorty.”

Williams lifts the blunt back to his lips and takes another long hit off of it. He exhales the smoke and begins laughing to himself arrogantly as he moves around the front door and slips into the seat behind the wheel. He closes the door and hits the play button and the speakers explode with heavy bass. Jevon looks at the camera, flipping it the finger and then peels out tires screaming as he roars through the lot, slowing just a little at the street and then quickly accelerating through the turn and disappearing down the street. The scene begins to fade.

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