The scene opens up outside of a huge mansion with a big security gate at the front, with a little intercom in front of it. At the top of the gate is a big engraved sign which reads "Williams' Residence". Suddenly a black 2004 Mustang Mach 1 V8 Premium Coupe, with dark tinted windows, pulls up as the music can be heard blasting as the bass is pumping extremely loud on the obviously suped-up stereo system. The window then comes down and out comes the head of Vincent Young as he reaches out and hits the intercom button.

Vincent: Open this damn thing up before I drive it down.

Voice: Hey Vincent.

Vincent then just smiles and laughs before responding.

Vincent: Hey Vanessa, it was that obvious, huh?

Vanessa: Yeah, well you're the only one of Jordan's friends who is actually allowed to come over anymore, so it makes it easy.

Vincent: Yeah, that's 'cause ya know you love me.

Vanessa: Yeah, sure Vincent.

Vincent laughs at this as the gate opens up. Vincent pulls right up to the front of the house and hops out the car and grabs his bag from the trunk. Vincent then walks up the front steps and goes up to the front door of the house as the scene fades out.

The scene opens up at the dinner table in the dining room of the Williams' residence. Seated around the table are Jordan, an empty seat for Vanessa, then the girls, Jessica and Natasha and then Vincent Young who is sitting on the other side of Jordan. As they all sit down, all of the food is in front of them, including Jordan's infamous fried chicken. Vanessa sets the table with plates, forks and knives and gets glasses and napkins and everything else to set up the table. As Vanessa sets the table, Vincent picks up the fork from next to his plate and just looks at it with a strange look and then just tosses it over his shoulder onto the floor. Jordan laughs and begins to speak.

Jordan: Ah, that's my boy.

The twins then do the same thing, and Vanessa sees this and shakes her head as she goes over and picks all the forks off at the table. As she is picking them up, Jordan takes his fork and tosses it over his shoulder onto the floor as well. Vanessa looks up and glares at Jordan who just flashes a big smile at her. Vanessa then grabs the last fork and walks over and puts them all in the sink. Vanessa then turns her attention to Vincent.

Vanessa: So you're the one who teaches them all of this stuff, huh?

Vincent: Hey, don't be blamin' any of this past stuff on me, I ain't been around for a while, ya know that. But anything from here on out, that's a different story.

Vanessa: Oh great... something to look forward to.

Vincent: Yeah, you ain't seen shit yet.

Vanessa: Vincent!!

Vincent: Wha'??

Vanessa: Can you try to watch the language in front of the girls please?

Vincent: Oh yeah, sorry 'bout that babe, I don't even think about it. I gotta watch that sh... stuff.

Natasha: Mommy, Daddy... this food is some good shit.

Vanessa's jaw just drops as she can't believe what she just heard, while Jordan puts his napkin over his mouth while he does his best to stiffle his laughter, meanwhile Vincent just drops his head down on the table with a thump not believing what just happened. However, Vincent can also be heard trying to stiffle his laughter as well. After a moment Vanessa gets up and takes Natasha by the arm and leads her out of the room.

Vanessa: That's it, you're coming with me young lady.

As Vanessa walks out of the room, Jordan and Vincent eventually lift their heads up and finally stop laughing as Vincent addressed Jordan.

Vincent: Man I ain't EVER getting invited back here. So much for me being the only of your friends not to get banned from this place.

Jordan: Yeah, and I think she's gonna ban me next too.

Jordan and Vincent laugh when suddenly the both notice Jordan's other daughter Jessia sitting there with her arms crossed and shaking her head.

Jessica: The two of yous and Natasha are in big troubles with mommy. You needs to act more responsibilitility.

Jordan and Vincent then look at each other and each smile at this.

Vincent: Responsibilitility, huh?

Jordan: You heard the girl.

Vincent: Well she's got a point.

Jordan: Yeah, she's a smart kid.

Vincent: Yeah, I'm still trying to figure out where she got it from.

Jordan: Very cute, funny man.

Jordan and Vincent both laugh, as Vanessa voice can be heard in the background screeming loudly, as the scene fades out.

The scene opens back up in the living room, where Jordan and Vincent are seen sitting on the couches and just hanging out and talking. Vanessa is also there, just sitting next to Jordan and leaning on him while she just listens to the converstaion and doesn't say anything.

Vincent: So Jordan, what's with all the sudden all these guys getting with your relatives? I mean, I dated Diamond for a while and now suddenly since then it's become this huge trend.

Jordan: Don't ask me man, I must be the only guy in GCW who actually knows any girls.

Vincent: I wouldn't doubt it. I mean, I heard Diamond and Dre got married? And then that little white boy Rix was datin' one of your cousins I heard. And I even heard that little Marky Junior was sticking it to that Jasmine chick.

Vincent suddenly notices Vanessa glaring at Vincent.

Vincent: What?? I just said "sticking it", I didn't curse, it's not like the girls know what that means.

Vanessa: Yes, I realize that, but that girl you are talking about that Mark is "sticking it" to happens to be my sister.

Vincent: Oh yeah, sorry about that. But I didn't mean it in a bad way, I'd stick it to her.

Jordan: That dog, are you kidding me? I thought you had higher standards than that.

Vincent: Well yeah, but I'd give her a courtesy f...

Vincent then looks over to see the girls playing on the floor on the other side of the room, clearly within hearing distance.

Vincent: Well... ya know.

Vanessa: I would really appreciate it if you didn't talk about my sister like that. As it is I get enough of that from Jordan.

Jordan: Yeah, but it's always well deserved.

Vincent: I gotta defend Jordan on this, he only really makes fun of people when they deserve it, or when it's really funny.

Jordan and Vincent laugh and then high five as Vanessa just rolls her eyes before speaking.

Vanessa: Nevermind... it's pointless to try and talk to the two of you, isn't it?

Vincent: Sounds like she's finally catching on, huh?

Jordan: Sure seems like it.

There's a bit of a pause, when Vanessa then looks at her watch and seems a bit shocked.

Vanessa: Um, don't you guys have to go catch your flight?

Jordan: Nah, we've got plenty of time, I mean it's only...

Jordan and Vincent both look at their watches at the same time and their jaws drop.

Vincent: Oh crap, time to roll!

Vincent and Jordan both jump up from their seats on the couches. Vincent runs over and grabs his bag and tosses Jordan's bag over to him as well. Jordan catches the back and slings the strap over his shoulder before giving Vanessa a kiss goodbye. Jordan then goes over and gives each of the twins a kiss on the top of their heads and Vincent and Jordan both quickly head for the door. As they run out the door, Jordan yells back to Vanessa.

Jordan: See you in a few days, honey.

Vanessa: Yeah, yeah... bye.

Jordan and Vincent both run out to the car and tosses their bag into the trunk and then Vincent jumps into the passenger seat as Jordan hops into the driver seat of his car. The car then speeds off as the scene fades out.

The sound of a shotgun cocking is heard followed by a loud shotgun blast and then the voice of Vincent Young saying "Number One!" as Nelly's "Number One" begins to play. The fans cheer loudly as Vincent Young walks out through the curtain into the Hartford Civic Center in Hartford, Connecticut. Vincent is wearing Tim's with dark blue baggy jeans and a very loose black and white colored custom-made football jersey that is personalized as jersey #1 with "Young" across the back. Vincent is also wearing a black hat on backwards that has a red "#1" on it and has a brand new gold Rolex watch on his left wrist. Vincent struts down the ramp with a huge grin on his face and slaps the outreached hands of the audience as continues walking on. Vincent then reaches the bottom of the ramp, climbs up the steel steps and walks along the apron before stepping in between the ropes into the ring. He struts across the ring over to the ring announcer. He steps right up the to ring announcer, almost standing on top of the ring announcer who cowers back into the corner and Vincent steps right up into him again. He looks down, staring into the ring announcer's eyes as he quivers with fear. Vincent then lifts his hand up and quickly grabs at the announcer who flinches as Vincent snatches the microphone out of the hands of the ring announcer. Vincent then turns away and laughs as the fans laugh along with him and the ring announcer quickly gets out of the ring. Vincent then raises the microphone to his mouth as he's still laughing.

Vincent: Aw man, that one never gets old. At least I don't actually beat the crap out of the damn ring announcers anymore, I just scare the crap out of them.

Vincent smiles as the fans laugh and cheer.

Vincent: So it looks like tonight I step back into a GCW for only my second match in a long-ass time. My last match didn't exactly go the way I planned and didn't quite have a good finish since that punk Jericho decided to stick his goofy looking ass into mine and Rock's business. So I'm gonna kind of strike that one from the record and start clean with my match tonight, and get back to doing what I do best, just whooping some ass. And as irony seems to be, tonight it looks like my career has gone full circle as tonight I face one of the very first men I faced in my wrestling career. Or should I say, tonight I whoop the ass of one of the very first men whose ass I whooped... well in a wrestling ring at least. That man would be the self-proclaimed "Too Sexy", too sexy for what I'd like to know 'cause I can't come up wit' anything... James Paige.

The fans boo loudly at the mention of Paige's name.

Vincent: Wow Paige... it's been a while, huh? Ya know, the last time we even really saw each otha' was above two and a half years ago now. At the time me and you were really into quite a little feud with each other, which mostly consisted of me smacking ya around. And do you remember what happened? I sure as hell do. It all built up to the first ever ASFW pay-per-view, Wrestle Rumble. Ya came in as the reigning ASFW Champion, and already a two-time champion beating that punk Golden Glenn for it both times. I gotta admit, that wasn't bad for little punk ass white boy like you. But after being in ASFW for a few months, I worked my way up, kicking everyone's punk ass who got in my, including some pretty big names. Guys like Goldenboy Gene Banton who seemed nearly unbeatable at the time, I got Thug-style on their punk asses and just beat 'em down to the ground, nothing fancy, just beat 'em to a pulp. And after I smacked around all these little bitches around ASFW, me and you finally crossed paths and after kicking everyone's ass I became the challenger to the ASFW Championship. So Wrestle Rumble came Paige, and it was me and you one on one, your title on the line. And you remember what happened don't you Paige? It was at the sold-out Skydome in Toronto, Ontario, Canada and viewed on Pay-Per-View all across the world. We were in the main event on a huge stage in front of millions upon millions of people. And you remember what happened Paige? I WHOOPED YOUR ASS!!

The fans erupt into cheers as Vincent says this.

That's right Paige, I punked yo' sorry bitch ass out in front of the entire world and took the little title right out from the palms of yo' grimy little hands. You didn't stand a chance Paige, I just beat your ass down to a bloody pulp. You didn't have shit on me then Paige, and you ain't got shit on me now. You try for all your fancy little shit, but that kinda crap ain't gonna mean a damn thing against me. I went through the archives back in GCW's production area and I came up with a little footage to remind you what happened the last time you tried to get all fancy and high-flying wit' me.

The GCW-Tron comes to life, and old footage from the Young/Paige match from ASFW Wrestle Rumble is shown.

Paige quickly ascends to the top rope to hopefully finish the match, but as he sets himself on the top turnbuckle, to his own chagrin, Vincent Young has also returned to his feet! Before Paige can jump down, he is caught and held in place! Vincent manages to wrangle his arm around Paige's neck and then lifts him off! he holds Paige in a high vertical position, allowing the blood to rush to his head, then....

STYLES:"Gunshot! Gunshot! It's over! We have a new champion!"

Indeed, the combination of impact with the dramatic rise in bloodpressure is enough to render the champion nearly comatose, and allow a new champion to be crowned! The fans boo as the referee raises Young's arm in victory and hands over the ASFW World Heavyweight Championship belt to him!

The footage comes to an end, and cuts back to Vincent Young who is standing in the middle of the ring smiling widely as the fans cheer loudly.

Vincent: Damn, that belt really did look good in my hands. But anyway... that ain't the point. So Paige, lemme guess... you just FINALLY finished recovering from the last ass-whoopin' I gave ya, and so you're ready for one more? Ya know that they said those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it. And obviously, you ain't learned yet 'cause yer still gettin' back in the ring wit me again. So it looks like history is gonna repeat itself, and maybe even to a more intesified and maginified degree as I will definitely kick the crap out of you, but quite possibly even worse than I did last time.

The fans cheer extremely loudly for this.

Vincent: Paige, I guess it was just destiny that our paths should cross again. It's just a damn shame that you're no longer good enough to win a title here in GCW, or I would've gladly taken it from you just like I did the last time we fought. But that doesn't matter 'cause either wait it's all gonna end the same... all it takes is one Gunshot, and you'll be Dyin' Young.

Vincent smiles widely and then drops the microphone again as Nelly's "Number One" blasts through the arena again. The fans cheer Vincent on loudly, as he climbs out of the ring and eventually walks up the ramp and leaves to the back.

The scene opens up backstage, as Vincent walks into his lockerroom, and as he walks in, he sees seated on his couch none other than his old friend, Jordan Williams. Jordan is sitting in front of the TV and as Vincent walks in, Jordan turns and looks at Vincent and begins to clap as he's got a smirk on his face.

Jordan: Very nice my friend... sometimes it seems like you never left. And I'm sure you left Paige crapping himself after you gave him a little reminder of what it was like to face you in the past. And after the way you took it The Rock last week, there isn't a doubt that you can still go in the ring.

Vincent: Like I already told ya, Jordan... ring rust ain't an issue for me. First off, I don't wrestle... I fight. And that ain't something I'm ever gonna lose, 'cause I've been fighting my entire life. Paige... he's just another pretty boy punk who tries all this fancy ass shit and instead is just gonna get a straight up ass-kicking. Oh, by the way... no offense to you about those "pretty boy punk" and "fancy ass shit" comments I made.

Jordan: Yeah, you're still the same little smart ass bitch you always were.

Vincent: You're calling me a bitch little man... aw that's it, it's on now boy.

Vincent goes right at Jordan as Jordan leaps right off the couch at Vincent. The two men quickly begin to wrestle around jokingly, and are having fun with it. However, they are tossing each other around so much, that they are breaking things in the process with little regard for it. As they both slam into a wall, the knock right into table that has a lamp that knocks over and crashes to the floor. They then go crashing right into a potted plant and break the vase into a million pieces. And finally, as the two men struggle back and forth, they both finally go crashing down and in the process, fall straight through the wooden table placed in front of the couch. The two men then lay there in the pile of broken wood and just begin to laugh hysterically.

Vincent: Ah, I win again.

Jordan: You win? How in the hell do ya figure that?

Vincent: 'Cause I always win. I just kicked your ass, as per usual.

Jordan: Screw you.

Vincent: Fuck off.

The two men then both sit up out of the pile of broken wood and then sit on the couch, they then just sit there glaring at each other for a few minutes before they both finally crack smiles.

Jordan: Ah, it's good to have ya back.

Vincent: Good to be back, my man.

Vincent leans back on the couch and puts his arms up behind his head and smiles widely as the scene fades out to black.