Post by vincejones on May 13, 2015 22:58:05 GMT -6
The camera fades in and we catch sight of Vince Jones walking down the hallway of a well-lit office building. He reaches a doorway marked "Reno Banks, Agent of the Stars", opens up the door, and comes marching on in.
Vince Jones: What up, Reno??
All of a sudden Reno looks up in surprise by Vince's sudden.
Reno Banks: You don't know how to knock??
Vince glares at Reno as he shuts the door behind him.
Vince Jones: Yeah? Well, fuck you too, mahfucka!
Reno begins clicking his teeth in frustration with Vince's entrance.
Reno Banks: After all that we had to go through with you and your brother, Keshawn, you're gonna come barging in my office talking to me like that? I don't know about you; but, I would think that you could show me just the slightest bit of gratitude...
Reno Banks shakes his head in absolute disappointment with Vince as he motions for him to take a seat in one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk.
Reno Banks: Ya know what? I don't even know what I continue to have these kinds of talks with you, Vince! I just don't even know!
Vince marches his way across the room and plops down in a chair, leans back, and makes himself comfortable with a rather frustrated look of his own plastered across his face.
Vince Jones: Because V's the kinda guy that pulls in the money for ya, man! That's why! You (points at Reno) the fuckin' Agent of the Stars and shit; but, you and V both know the main attraction always gonna be Jonesy (points to himself) here!
Reno pauses for a moment and glares back at Vince.
Vince Jones: You don't even have to say a word! The look on yo face explains it all! Fuck a Crusha Helix! Fuck a Jamaican Sensation! Fuck all those otha cats you call yo self managin' and shit! V. Jones is the man that pays the fuckin' bills around here! Those (points at the lights) lights?? That's all V! This (points at the desk) desk you got going here?? Jonesy put that shit here! Matta of fact (outstretches his arms) this whole office here cuz of yo mans! And you know that!
Reno laughs to himself in amusement with Vince's statement.
Reno Banks: Oh really?? Really? Is that what you think?
Reno's expression slowly turns serious as he reaches into a drawer and whips out a folder labeled "EXPENSES". He opens it up, slips out a receipt of some sort, and sets it in front of Vince Jones.
Reno Banks: Now Vince, I just want you to take a quick gander at that number that's circled at the bottom of this document and read it outloud to me real quick.
Vince Jones glances down at the paperwork as Reno immediately reaches across the desk and points to the number circled at the bottom.
Reno Banks: I don't want you to worry yourself with all the rest of the language in this document. I just want you to focus on the most important number there...
Vince Jones draws his attention to the circled number and reads it outloud.
Vince Jones: (reading) Twenty thousand dollahs...
Reno Banks nods his head in agreement.
Reno Banks: Mind reciting that number for me again, Mr. Jones??
Vince Jones: (reading) Twenty thousand dollahs...
Reno Banks: Yes! Twenty thousand dollahs, Mr. Moneymake-ah!
Vince Jones scoffs at the thought of it and laugh to himself.
Vince Jones: Twenty thousand dollahs? That's it? C'mon, Reno! That's fuckin' pocket change! You talk as if you strugglin' or somethin'! Its not like you didn't have that shit and more stored in a fuckin' sock drawer or somethin' somewhere in yo crib! Get the fuck outta here with all that bullshit!
Reno Banks: Oh is that so? That's not including the twenty thousand that I had to post to have your brotha taken care of too. I mean its amazing how you think. You talk as if money like that just grows on trees or something here! In fact, since its pocket change to you then I guess you wouldn't mind refunding me the money I had to drop to not only get you out but to keep that little incident from off your rap sheet...
Vince Jones just stares back at Reno Banks with a blank look on his face.
Reno outstretches his hand and Vince Jones.
Vince Jones: Quit playin', son!
Reno shakes his head and pulls his hand back.
Reno Banks: That's what I thought. And that's why I've got a little job lined up for you; but, we'll get to that in a moment...
Vince Jones suddenly sets up and leans forward.
Vince Jones: A job?? What fuckin' job??
Reno leans forward and neatly folds his hands across his desk.
Reno Banks: We'll get to all of that shortly. So, you ready for your match against Bob Brooks that you have coming up??
Vince leans back in his chair and rolls his eyes as he glares back at Reno totally unamused at the moment.
Vince Jones: Fuck a Bob Brooks! What's this fuckin' job you suddenly poppin' off at the mouth about??
Reno Banks: Bob Brooks is our focus for the time being, V! We can talk about the rest at a later date.
Vince Jones: Cut the bullshit, Reno!
Reno continues on pretending as if he missed Vince's comments.
Reno Banks: And then afta Bob Brooks our focus is squarely on the likes of Silver Baron...
Vince Jones leans forward in his seat once again and begins cracking his knuckles.
Vince Jones: Reno, you start singing or Jonesy starts his warm-up with your fuckin' face! Nahmean? So, what the fuck is up with this damn job you talking about?
Reno Banks: Look V, there's no need to get worked up...
Vince immediately lunges forward and smashes his fist on the desktop in rage totally startling Reno Banks in the process and making him nearly jump out of his seat.
Vince Jones: RENO!!!
Reno throws his hands up in surrender.
Reno Banks: Its nothing major, Vinnie J! Its nothing major at all!
Vince Jones: Then what the fuck is it??
Reno Banks: I've got you booked to make a little appearance on a talk show. That's all!
Vince hears this and slowly begins regain his composure as he leans back and takes his respected seat. He cups his chin and a slight grin crosses his face at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: Hmmmm....
Reno notices Vince's changing demeanor and begins nodding with a grin of his own.
Reno Banks: Ahhh...so you like that. Well, being the master marketer that I am I figured I'd get you a little bit of exposure going into the week of Spring Slaughter and all. I mean it couldn't hurt. Right??
Vince continues smiling as the thoughts continue churning in his mind of what could be. All of a sudden he pauses as the smile quickly drains away from his face. Vince leans forward and throws up a hand.
Vince Jones: Hold up for a sec here...
Reno Banks: Yes??
Vince Jones: You didn't get yo mans hooked up with one of those fuckin' paternity test episodes, did you??
Reno Banks: (in confusion) What??
Vince Jones: Cuz if Jonesy goes on this fuckin' show and finds out some trick comin' afta yo mans here cuz she claimin' V got her bitch ass pregnant and shit... that's yo ass, son!! That's yo ass!!
Reno Banks: (laughing) Oh no....no, no, no, no, noooooooo. Its not that type of show, Vinnie!
Vince gives Reno a cold, hard glare.
Vince Jones: V not playin' here, Reno! This betta not be a fuckin' set-up! Last thing V needs is to have some trick tryin' to hit him up for some child support and shit! Jonesy don't need that shit in his damn life right now! He got enough fuckin' problems livin' the life!
Reno shrugs his shoulders.
Reno Banks: Anotha day in the life. Right?? It comes with the territory...
Reno shoots Vince a cheesy grin, but Vince just sits there totally unmoved glaring back at him in silence.
Reno Banks: Its not a set-up, V! You'll be fine!
Vince Jones begins nodding.
Vince Jones: Aight....so, what's the show? We goin' on Oprah? Maury? Kelly and Michael?? What??
Reno Banks: Uhh...not quite. I've got you hooked up with a small gig, a possible up-and-coming talk show.
Vince Jones smirks at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: And the subject??
Reno Banks: Well...the host kinda wants to address you and Keshawn's shenanigan's in Baltimore during the riots.
Vince rolls his eyes.
Vince Jones: Seriously??
Reno Banks: Well, it turns out that you and your brother caused a little stir with all your antics and total disregard for the situation.
Vince Jones: Yo! The two of us were fuckin' high!! That's all there was to it! People do stupid shit when they high sometimes!
Reno Banks: (chuckles to himself) Well, don't explain that to me. Explain that...to the people out there that'll be watching.
Vince Jones sneers at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: Yeah....
Reno Banks: Now what about Bob Brooks??
Vince Jones: What about the mahfucka?
Reno Banks: Well, I mean he's your opponent at the upcoming Monday Night Mayhem.
Vince Jones: Next...
Reno Banks gazes at Vince in disappointment with his quick retort.
Reno Banks: Not exactly the type of response I was wanting to hear.
Vince shrugs his shoulders.
Vince Jones: And what the fuck else were you expectin', huh?
Reno Banks: Maybe just the slightest bit of acknowledgment. That's all.
Vince leans forward emphatically.
Vince Jones: Acknowledgement of what? Acknowledgment of the fact that this cat not on V's level? How about the fact that when you look at the tape you seein' a freight train comin' in the form of 'The Violence' Vince mahfuckin' Jones! On the flip side you got Bob Brooks lookin' like a damn tricycle that's bein' pedaled by some autistic kid or somethin' here! That shit right there is goin' nowhere fuckin' fast! Understand??
Reno Banks simply shudders at the thought of Vince Jones comment.
Reno Banks: Mr. Jones, please try to keep a comment like that to yourself. You could draw some major heat from the public if you were to eva repeat a statement like that again?
Vince Jones: And??
Reno Banks: I'm just sayin'...
Vince Jones: You act as if this guy could give a fuck or somethin'! We talkin' about Bob Brooks the photographer and some fuckin' austic kids here!
Reno Banks: Forget I even got us started on this...
Vince Jones: When V lookin' for the mahfucka to join the Entourage as a photographa and shit then we can holla! Cuz that's about the only fuckin' thing his bitch ass even worth the time of day for, Reno!
Reno Banks: V...
Vince Jones: What?? Its fuckin' true! Mahfucka wastin' yo mans time in the ring and shit here!!! Get da fuck outta here with all that!
Reno Banks: So...how about Silver Baron?
Vince Jones: What you got in mind?
Reno begins rubbing his hands together in anxiously.
Reno Banks: Might be time for you to send out a little message if you know what I mean.
Vince nods in agreement as the camera slowly fades to black.
Vince Jones: What up, Reno??
All of a sudden Reno looks up in surprise by Vince's sudden.
Reno Banks: You don't know how to knock??
Vince glares at Reno as he shuts the door behind him.
Vince Jones: Yeah? Well, fuck you too, mahfucka!
Reno begins clicking his teeth in frustration with Vince's entrance.
Reno Banks: After all that we had to go through with you and your brother, Keshawn, you're gonna come barging in my office talking to me like that? I don't know about you; but, I would think that you could show me just the slightest bit of gratitude...
Reno Banks shakes his head in absolute disappointment with Vince as he motions for him to take a seat in one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk.
Reno Banks: Ya know what? I don't even know what I continue to have these kinds of talks with you, Vince! I just don't even know!
Vince marches his way across the room and plops down in a chair, leans back, and makes himself comfortable with a rather frustrated look of his own plastered across his face.
Vince Jones: Because V's the kinda guy that pulls in the money for ya, man! That's why! You (points at Reno) the fuckin' Agent of the Stars and shit; but, you and V both know the main attraction always gonna be Jonesy (points to himself) here!
Reno pauses for a moment and glares back at Vince.
Vince Jones: You don't even have to say a word! The look on yo face explains it all! Fuck a Crusha Helix! Fuck a Jamaican Sensation! Fuck all those otha cats you call yo self managin' and shit! V. Jones is the man that pays the fuckin' bills around here! Those (points at the lights) lights?? That's all V! This (points at the desk) desk you got going here?? Jonesy put that shit here! Matta of fact (outstretches his arms) this whole office here cuz of yo mans! And you know that!
Reno laughs to himself in amusement with Vince's statement.
Reno Banks: Oh really?? Really? Is that what you think?
Reno's expression slowly turns serious as he reaches into a drawer and whips out a folder labeled "EXPENSES". He opens it up, slips out a receipt of some sort, and sets it in front of Vince Jones.
Reno Banks: Now Vince, I just want you to take a quick gander at that number that's circled at the bottom of this document and read it outloud to me real quick.
Vince Jones glances down at the paperwork as Reno immediately reaches across the desk and points to the number circled at the bottom.
Reno Banks: I don't want you to worry yourself with all the rest of the language in this document. I just want you to focus on the most important number there...
Vince Jones draws his attention to the circled number and reads it outloud.
Vince Jones: (reading) Twenty thousand dollahs...
Reno Banks nods his head in agreement.
Reno Banks: Mind reciting that number for me again, Mr. Jones??
Vince Jones: (reading) Twenty thousand dollahs...
Reno Banks: Yes! Twenty thousand dollahs, Mr. Moneymake-ah!
Vince Jones scoffs at the thought of it and laugh to himself.
Vince Jones: Twenty thousand dollahs? That's it? C'mon, Reno! That's fuckin' pocket change! You talk as if you strugglin' or somethin'! Its not like you didn't have that shit and more stored in a fuckin' sock drawer or somethin' somewhere in yo crib! Get the fuck outta here with all that bullshit!
Reno Banks: Oh is that so? That's not including the twenty thousand that I had to post to have your brotha taken care of too. I mean its amazing how you think. You talk as if money like that just grows on trees or something here! In fact, since its pocket change to you then I guess you wouldn't mind refunding me the money I had to drop to not only get you out but to keep that little incident from off your rap sheet...
Vince Jones just stares back at Reno Banks with a blank look on his face.
Reno outstretches his hand and Vince Jones.
Vince Jones: Quit playin', son!
Reno shakes his head and pulls his hand back.
Reno Banks: That's what I thought. And that's why I've got a little job lined up for you; but, we'll get to that in a moment...
Vince Jones suddenly sets up and leans forward.
Vince Jones: A job?? What fuckin' job??
Reno leans forward and neatly folds his hands across his desk.
Reno Banks: We'll get to all of that shortly. So, you ready for your match against Bob Brooks that you have coming up??
Vince leans back in his chair and rolls his eyes as he glares back at Reno totally unamused at the moment.
Vince Jones: Fuck a Bob Brooks! What's this fuckin' job you suddenly poppin' off at the mouth about??
Reno Banks: Bob Brooks is our focus for the time being, V! We can talk about the rest at a later date.
Vince Jones: Cut the bullshit, Reno!
Reno continues on pretending as if he missed Vince's comments.
Reno Banks: And then afta Bob Brooks our focus is squarely on the likes of Silver Baron...
Vince Jones leans forward in his seat once again and begins cracking his knuckles.
Vince Jones: Reno, you start singing or Jonesy starts his warm-up with your fuckin' face! Nahmean? So, what the fuck is up with this damn job you talking about?
Reno Banks: Look V, there's no need to get worked up...
Vince immediately lunges forward and smashes his fist on the desktop in rage totally startling Reno Banks in the process and making him nearly jump out of his seat.
Vince Jones: RENO!!!
Reno throws his hands up in surrender.
Reno Banks: Its nothing major, Vinnie J! Its nothing major at all!
Vince Jones: Then what the fuck is it??
Reno Banks: I've got you booked to make a little appearance on a talk show. That's all!
Vince hears this and slowly begins regain his composure as he leans back and takes his respected seat. He cups his chin and a slight grin crosses his face at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: Hmmmm....
Reno notices Vince's changing demeanor and begins nodding with a grin of his own.
Reno Banks: Ahhh...so you like that. Well, being the master marketer that I am I figured I'd get you a little bit of exposure going into the week of Spring Slaughter and all. I mean it couldn't hurt. Right??
Vince continues smiling as the thoughts continue churning in his mind of what could be. All of a sudden he pauses as the smile quickly drains away from his face. Vince leans forward and throws up a hand.
Vince Jones: Hold up for a sec here...
Reno Banks: Yes??
Vince Jones: You didn't get yo mans hooked up with one of those fuckin' paternity test episodes, did you??
Reno Banks: (in confusion) What??
Vince Jones: Cuz if Jonesy goes on this fuckin' show and finds out some trick comin' afta yo mans here cuz she claimin' V got her bitch ass pregnant and shit... that's yo ass, son!! That's yo ass!!
Reno Banks: (laughing) Oh no....no, no, no, no, noooooooo. Its not that type of show, Vinnie!
Vince gives Reno a cold, hard glare.
Vince Jones: V not playin' here, Reno! This betta not be a fuckin' set-up! Last thing V needs is to have some trick tryin' to hit him up for some child support and shit! Jonesy don't need that shit in his damn life right now! He got enough fuckin' problems livin' the life!
Reno shrugs his shoulders.
Reno Banks: Anotha day in the life. Right?? It comes with the territory...
Reno shoots Vince a cheesy grin, but Vince just sits there totally unmoved glaring back at him in silence.
Reno Banks: Its not a set-up, V! You'll be fine!
Vince Jones begins nodding.
Vince Jones: Aight....so, what's the show? We goin' on Oprah? Maury? Kelly and Michael?? What??
Reno Banks: Uhh...not quite. I've got you hooked up with a small gig, a possible up-and-coming talk show.
Vince Jones smirks at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: And the subject??
Reno Banks: Well...the host kinda wants to address you and Keshawn's shenanigan's in Baltimore during the riots.
Vince rolls his eyes.
Vince Jones: Seriously??
Reno Banks: Well, it turns out that you and your brother caused a little stir with all your antics and total disregard for the situation.
Vince Jones: Yo! The two of us were fuckin' high!! That's all there was to it! People do stupid shit when they high sometimes!
Reno Banks: (chuckles to himself) Well, don't explain that to me. Explain that...to the people out there that'll be watching.
Vince Jones sneers at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: Yeah....
Reno Banks: Now what about Bob Brooks??
Vince Jones: What about the mahfucka?
Reno Banks: Well, I mean he's your opponent at the upcoming Monday Night Mayhem.
Vince Jones: Next...
Reno Banks gazes at Vince in disappointment with his quick retort.
Reno Banks: Not exactly the type of response I was wanting to hear.
Vince shrugs his shoulders.
Vince Jones: And what the fuck else were you expectin', huh?
Reno Banks: Maybe just the slightest bit of acknowledgment. That's all.
Vince leans forward emphatically.
Vince Jones: Acknowledgement of what? Acknowledgment of the fact that this cat not on V's level? How about the fact that when you look at the tape you seein' a freight train comin' in the form of 'The Violence' Vince mahfuckin' Jones! On the flip side you got Bob Brooks lookin' like a damn tricycle that's bein' pedaled by some autistic kid or somethin' here! That shit right there is goin' nowhere fuckin' fast! Understand??
Reno Banks simply shudders at the thought of Vince Jones comment.
Reno Banks: Mr. Jones, please try to keep a comment like that to yourself. You could draw some major heat from the public if you were to eva repeat a statement like that again?
Vince Jones: And??
Reno Banks: I'm just sayin'...
Vince Jones: You act as if this guy could give a fuck or somethin'! We talkin' about Bob Brooks the photographer and some fuckin' austic kids here!
Reno Banks: Forget I even got us started on this...
Vince Jones: When V lookin' for the mahfucka to join the Entourage as a photographa and shit then we can holla! Cuz that's about the only fuckin' thing his bitch ass even worth the time of day for, Reno!
Reno Banks: V...
Vince Jones: What?? Its fuckin' true! Mahfucka wastin' yo mans time in the ring and shit here!!! Get da fuck outta here with all that!
Reno Banks: So...how about Silver Baron?
Vince Jones: What you got in mind?
Reno begins rubbing his hands together in anxiously.
Reno Banks: Might be time for you to send out a little message if you know what I mean.
Vince nods in agreement as the camera slowly fades to black.