Post by vincejones on Jun 10, 2015 22:55:55 GMT -6
The camera slowly fades in and we see an old shoe commerical playing with Shaquille O'Neal sitting in a chair looking back at the camera with a solemn expression on his face. He and everything on the scene appears to be depicted in monochromatic color scheme of various shades of black,white, and gray.
Shaquille O'Neal: Right now there is only one thing on my mind and that's the ch...
The voice of a man can now be heard singing outloud in the background.
"Iiiiiiii once...
waaaaaas lost, buuut nowww I'm found..
Was blind buuuut nowwww I seeeeeeee..."
The scene suddenly switches and we are suddenly thrust into a cemetary. The camera slowly fades in and our eyes are greeted by the solemn scene of a funeral in a small cemetary that somehow seems familiar. It is a dreary, rainy day. Tears fill the eyes of everyone on hand dressed from head to toe in black attire. The soft sound of women and some men trying their very best to choke back their tears fills the air. The assembled crowd of people begin diminishing one by one, two by two, two by three, so and so forth until there is only one person left on the scene. For some awkward reason all of this has the feel of deja vu. All of a sudden a name, an idea, or was it a place can be heard echoing in the background over it all as if out of place or maybe out of context.
VACHON (echoing) ....
The camera now slowly zooms in on the last individual on hand who appears to be a much younger, Vince Jones. He shakes his head in sorrow and disappointment. He slowly walks up to the grave stone and drops to his knees. He leans his head against the head stone as the tears pour down his cheeks. He grasps and clutches the headstone as if it is the one and only thing left in the world that can keep him somewhat grounded and the slight bit sane at this very moment...
Once again the voice rings out saying the exact same thing yet again...
VACHON (echoing) ....
...We are now thrust into a ring in God knows where. Everything appears to be engulfed in a heavy fog. It feels as though there is a crowd on hand judging by the steady roar of people in the background. Cameras seem to flicker and flash in the background but strangely enough no faces or bodies are seen or appear visible. A referee stands in the middle of the ring holding a championship belt in his hands and he raises it above his head for all to see in the shadowy and foggy arena. The two shadowy and near fog engulfed competitors ready their selves for a war as the opening bell rings out loud and clear. All of a sudden the sound of a door bursting open can be heard and the loud, familiar voice of a woman can be heard in the air.
VEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
VEEE!!!!!! WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!!
All of a sudden a loud slap as his heard, the sound of a hand striking someone's face. The scene immediately switches to the bedroom of Vince Jones who can now be seen getting slapped across teh face by a frantic Jasmine Shelley.
Jasmine: V!!! Wake up!!! Get the fuck up now!!
Vince immediately wakes up from his sleep and sits up straight and tall in his bed decked out in a black tanktop and a pair of black and white gym shorts.
Vince Jones: Huh?? What the fuck??
Jasmine grabs him by the arm and begins tugging at him trying to get him up out of bed.
Jasmine: V!! Get up now!!! Come here! You gotta see this bullshit!! I mean I can't even believe this at all!!
Vince Jones: Whoa!! Whooooooaaa!! Watch yo self, bitch! Get the fuck off of V with all that shit!!
Vince tries to shove her back and away from him, but she immediately goes back in trying with all her might to yank him out of bed.
Jasmine: No! You don't even understand right now! You need to get the fuck up now and see this shit!!!
Vince Jones: HEY!!! HEEEEEEEEEY!!!!
Vince finally shoves Jasmine backwards and knocks her to the floor.
Vince Jones: Now back the fuck up and calm yo fuckin' ass down!! Who the fuck you think you are bustin' up in here like this and wakin' yo mans up when he sleepin' and shit?? You know how long a flight that shit was! You know V had a fuckin' battle and a half at Spring Slaughta! Then you come runnin' up in here like you've lost yo damn mind and shit!
Jasmine rises back to her feet glaring back at Vince.
Jasmine: Speaking of Spring Slaughta... Ya know what? Afta all the bullshit I put up with from you I was still there for your sorry ass at Spring Slaughta!
Vince Jones: Oh is that so, Jazzie??
Jasmine: Ya damn right! And you know what the hell I'm talking about! Rememba all that bullshit from the Casey Collins show that otha week? I mean you're on fuckin' t.v actin' out and shit and callin' me of all people out like you were?? Well, despite all that I decided to continue to support your sorry ass! I walked that aise with you! I stood by your fuckin' side and supported you in your damn win ova Silva Baron! So, the least you could do is be a real man and be supportive of me when the time comes and I come crying out for you! Is that too much to ask for??
Vince shakes his head and grunts in fury while still showing the slight signs of continuing to be groggy from the abrupt interruption of his slumber.
Vince Jones: Jonesy hears ya! He hears ya oh so loud and clee-yah! Here (points at Jasmine) you are! And you constantly go on and on and on as if you the one whose actually doin' the heavy lifting and shit in that damn ring! You wanna take a shot to the face for yo mans for once? Huh?? You wanna do that?? You do that for ya mans and maybe V'll take all this shit you talkin' a lil more seriously!
Jasmine: V!! You don't fuckin' understand!!!
Vince Jones: Jonesy unda stands a whole lot! You wanna pop off at the mouth about all the shit you do?? Well, how about you go in that ring and whup that Nawlin' Barbie bitch, Bethany Kenyon, fo yo mans at Monday Mayhem for him! Spare yo mans the fuckin' waste of damn time and then we'll talk! Aight?? Until then...
Jasmine immediately snatches up a remote control on the night stand sitting beside the bed and flips on the t.v on the wall. She feverishly flips through the channels until she stops on a hip hop music video channel where a music video by an oh so familiar rapper, D-Nice, is playing. He can be seen standing face-to-face rapping with a beautiful hispanic woman with burgandy colored hair as the scene switches from the club, to the beach, to the streets, and various other locales as she stares dreamily upwards into his dark shade clad eyes.
D-Nice: (rapping) You wouldn't even believe my mind...driftin'
Totally got the cloak lifted off my once blind eyes
When I saw that face
It was the total case
Of a man who was trapped in these emotions that he never knew
True blue
Neva had a clue
I could be with you
Monogamy was the last thing that ya boy could eva do
But now I'm here in another place
Flyin' sky high my loneliness I once had no longa around and without a trace..
As he ends his lyrical expose the hispanic woman takes a slight step back and begins singing to him as he looks down at her staring back as if he is truly smitten with lover her for. At the same time the title of the song appears in the bottom right of the screen reading:
Title: I'll Love You For Life
Artist: D-Nice featuring Lisa Gomez
A Hit Em Up Records Production
Female Singer: And I'll love yooooooooooou!
Yes I'll love you baby for liiiiiiiiiiife
Gotta have yooooooou
Gotta grab you
Cuz you take my heart to anotha level!
D-Nice: Unh! That's what I do! That's what I do!
Female Singer: Boy, I love yooooooooooooou!
Yes, I'll love you baby for liiiiiiiiiiiiife
Babe I love yooooooooou!
Yes I'll love you baby for liiiiiiiiiife!
D-Nice: And yo we out!
All of a sudden the music comes grinds to a halt as D-Nice strikes a cliche rap pose with the young female singer striking one of her own right beside him while looking seductively at the camera. Jasmine turns leans back a little and folds her arms across her chest and then turns towards Vince. Vince looks back at her totally clueless.
Vince Jones: And??
Jasmine: You didn't see that?
Vince Jones: (in confusion) What? That new D-Nice joint?? That fuckin' track burnin' up the Billboards and shit! What about it??
Jasmine lets out a grunt in frustration with her man at the moment.
Jasmine: That's supposed to be my fuckin' hit single, V! That's supposed to be me (points to the t.v) on that music video staring up into D-Nice's eyes and shit! I mean all I've been hearing lately is Lisa Gomes this and Lisa Gomes that! Do you know how that feels?? Do you know how the fuck that feels at all?? I mean I get passed up for that damn trick and next thing you know she's stealing all the shine that I should be getting right now!
Vince just stares back at her not bothering to hide his lack of interest in her ranting and raving at the moment at all. Jasmine notices his demeanor and throws a tantrum.
Jasmine: Don't you get it?? She's probably gonna get invited to all the awards shows now! That Lisa Gomes bitch is gonna probably end up signing some huge record deal ! She's might even land her own clothing deal now or something, V! She's getting noticed when that should be (points to herself) me!
Vince turns and finally lunges himself forward and out off the bed.
Vince Jones: Yo! V done hearin' all this bullshit! Aight??
Vince pushes past her and storms out of the bedroom. Jasmine comes trotting along behind him.
Jasmine: V, I can't believe you right now!
Vince continues on down the hallway with his face focused straight forward as he marches onwards to the bathroom. He reaches the bathroom door, swings it open, and turns back towards Jasmine in fury.
Vince Jones: What's there to believe, huh? What? The fact that V. Jones is outta fucks to give right now when it comes to yo fuckin' petty ass shit you bitchin' about right now?? You comin' at V with all this bullshit about some Lisa Gomes makin' it in the music biz where you thought you actually had a chance??
Jasmine: Yeah!!!
Vince Jones: Yo! You fuckin' stupid or somethin' here?? How many different ways it gotta explained to yo ass? You (points at Jasmine) tone deaf! You hopeless! You gots no chance whatsoeva in the music game, bitch! You can't fuckin' sing! And that's real!!! You can't sing!!
Jasmine: But...
Vince Jones: Look! If all that shit applies to you then how the fuck you think you were eva gonna get signed? Huh?? You weren't! Stick to karaoke and shit or somethin'!! Yo mans got more important shit to be thinkin' about right now! He got a match against Bethany Kenyon and an opportunity to put her fuckin' career on that out and outs shit! Then V gots this mahfuacka Sentinel steppin' to Jonesy like he hot shit or somethin' at Spring Slaughta! And you wanna talk about problems and shit?? Yo mans tryin' to make that title push in UWA and you wanna talk like you got shit on yo fuckin' platta? Get da fuck outta here with all that bullshit!!
Vince immediately slams the bathroom door in her face leaving her just standing there by herself. He then makes his way to the bathroom sink, turns on the faucet, and splashes some cold water in his face. He leans forward and just stares at his reflection in the mirror shaking his head as the thoughts start pouring through his mind at a blinding rate of speed.
" 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one! Damn Jay had that fuckin' life with that shit! Jonesy got this bitch in the hallway runnin' off at the mouth about her shit like V supposed to fuckin' care about all that shit!"
Vince just shakes his head at the thought of it.
"Then there's Bethany Kenyon! Now how many fuckin' times is yo mans gonna have to square off with these Kenyon sistahs and shit? He has to go toe-to-toe with the otha one three or four different times! Now they got him in the ring with the Plan B! And its like no matta how many times Jonesy takes they fuckin' heads off and shit they still come back talkin' that talk like they bigga than life! Its like are these bitches on crack or somethin'?? How coped up somebody gotta get to want that ass whupped that damn bad by a guy like V. Jones, huh!? Cats can say whateva they want about V, but sometimes these cats need to get down with the fact that maybe the things that Jonesy does to mahfuckas is simply deserved! Ya know?? Maybe cats like Bethany Kenyon gettin' the shit they simply deserve! V simply walks that aisle, steps in that ring, and beasts on these bitches to collect those checks! Its as simple as that!
Vince Jones stands up tall and begins gently tapping himself across the right cheek and lets out a gust of air, exhaling away his frustrations of the morning as he shakes his head in disappiontment.
"So the man gets set-up to face anotha Kenyon kid! That's aight! It is what it is! Then, the bitch goes outta her way to call Jonesy outta name! That's when Jonesy gotta let her ass know that its goin' down! And afta this fuckin' match if these two got any otha mahfuckas in they damn family tree that feel the need to collect on an ass whuppin' then let they punk asses feel free! Jonesy don't discriminate when it comes to that paycheck! Bring yo grandma, grandpa, brothas, step sistahs! Its whateva! "
The camera slowly fades to black.
Shaquille O'Neal: Right now there is only one thing on my mind and that's the ch...
The voice of a man can now be heard singing outloud in the background.
"Iiiiiiii once...
waaaaaas lost, buuut nowww I'm found..
Was blind buuuut nowwww I seeeeeeee..."
The scene suddenly switches and we are suddenly thrust into a cemetary. The camera slowly fades in and our eyes are greeted by the solemn scene of a funeral in a small cemetary that somehow seems familiar. It is a dreary, rainy day. Tears fill the eyes of everyone on hand dressed from head to toe in black attire. The soft sound of women and some men trying their very best to choke back their tears fills the air. The assembled crowd of people begin diminishing one by one, two by two, two by three, so and so forth until there is only one person left on the scene. For some awkward reason all of this has the feel of deja vu. All of a sudden a name, an idea, or was it a place can be heard echoing in the background over it all as if out of place or maybe out of context.
VACHON (echoing) ....
The camera now slowly zooms in on the last individual on hand who appears to be a much younger, Vince Jones. He shakes his head in sorrow and disappointment. He slowly walks up to the grave stone and drops to his knees. He leans his head against the head stone as the tears pour down his cheeks. He grasps and clutches the headstone as if it is the one and only thing left in the world that can keep him somewhat grounded and the slight bit sane at this very moment...
Once again the voice rings out saying the exact same thing yet again...
VACHON (echoing) ....
...We are now thrust into a ring in God knows where. Everything appears to be engulfed in a heavy fog. It feels as though there is a crowd on hand judging by the steady roar of people in the background. Cameras seem to flicker and flash in the background but strangely enough no faces or bodies are seen or appear visible. A referee stands in the middle of the ring holding a championship belt in his hands and he raises it above his head for all to see in the shadowy and foggy arena. The two shadowy and near fog engulfed competitors ready their selves for a war as the opening bell rings out loud and clear. All of a sudden the sound of a door bursting open can be heard and the loud, familiar voice of a woman can be heard in the air.
VEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
VEEE!!!!!! WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!!
All of a sudden a loud slap as his heard, the sound of a hand striking someone's face. The scene immediately switches to the bedroom of Vince Jones who can now be seen getting slapped across teh face by a frantic Jasmine Shelley.
Jasmine: V!!! Wake up!!! Get the fuck up now!!
Vince immediately wakes up from his sleep and sits up straight and tall in his bed decked out in a black tanktop and a pair of black and white gym shorts.
Vince Jones: Huh?? What the fuck??
Jasmine grabs him by the arm and begins tugging at him trying to get him up out of bed.
Jasmine: V!! Get up now!!! Come here! You gotta see this bullshit!! I mean I can't even believe this at all!!
Vince Jones: Whoa!! Whooooooaaa!! Watch yo self, bitch! Get the fuck off of V with all that shit!!
Vince tries to shove her back and away from him, but she immediately goes back in trying with all her might to yank him out of bed.
Jasmine: No! You don't even understand right now! You need to get the fuck up now and see this shit!!!
Vince Jones: HEY!!! HEEEEEEEEEY!!!!
Vince finally shoves Jasmine backwards and knocks her to the floor.
Vince Jones: Now back the fuck up and calm yo fuckin' ass down!! Who the fuck you think you are bustin' up in here like this and wakin' yo mans up when he sleepin' and shit?? You know how long a flight that shit was! You know V had a fuckin' battle and a half at Spring Slaughta! Then you come runnin' up in here like you've lost yo damn mind and shit!
Jasmine rises back to her feet glaring back at Vince.
Jasmine: Speaking of Spring Slaughta... Ya know what? Afta all the bullshit I put up with from you I was still there for your sorry ass at Spring Slaughta!
Vince Jones: Oh is that so, Jazzie??
Jasmine: Ya damn right! And you know what the hell I'm talking about! Rememba all that bullshit from the Casey Collins show that otha week? I mean you're on fuckin' t.v actin' out and shit and callin' me of all people out like you were?? Well, despite all that I decided to continue to support your sorry ass! I walked that aise with you! I stood by your fuckin' side and supported you in your damn win ova Silva Baron! So, the least you could do is be a real man and be supportive of me when the time comes and I come crying out for you! Is that too much to ask for??
Vince shakes his head and grunts in fury while still showing the slight signs of continuing to be groggy from the abrupt interruption of his slumber.
Vince Jones: Jonesy hears ya! He hears ya oh so loud and clee-yah! Here (points at Jasmine) you are! And you constantly go on and on and on as if you the one whose actually doin' the heavy lifting and shit in that damn ring! You wanna take a shot to the face for yo mans for once? Huh?? You wanna do that?? You do that for ya mans and maybe V'll take all this shit you talkin' a lil more seriously!
Jasmine: V!! You don't fuckin' understand!!!
Vince Jones: Jonesy unda stands a whole lot! You wanna pop off at the mouth about all the shit you do?? Well, how about you go in that ring and whup that Nawlin' Barbie bitch, Bethany Kenyon, fo yo mans at Monday Mayhem for him! Spare yo mans the fuckin' waste of damn time and then we'll talk! Aight?? Until then...
Jasmine immediately snatches up a remote control on the night stand sitting beside the bed and flips on the t.v on the wall. She feverishly flips through the channels until she stops on a hip hop music video channel where a music video by an oh so familiar rapper, D-Nice, is playing. He can be seen standing face-to-face rapping with a beautiful hispanic woman with burgandy colored hair as the scene switches from the club, to the beach, to the streets, and various other locales as she stares dreamily upwards into his dark shade clad eyes.
D-Nice: (rapping) You wouldn't even believe my mind...driftin'
Totally got the cloak lifted off my once blind eyes
When I saw that face
It was the total case
Of a man who was trapped in these emotions that he never knew
True blue
Neva had a clue
I could be with you
Monogamy was the last thing that ya boy could eva do
But now I'm here in another place
Flyin' sky high my loneliness I once had no longa around and without a trace..
As he ends his lyrical expose the hispanic woman takes a slight step back and begins singing to him as he looks down at her staring back as if he is truly smitten with lover her for. At the same time the title of the song appears in the bottom right of the screen reading:
Title: I'll Love You For Life
Artist: D-Nice featuring Lisa Gomez
A Hit Em Up Records Production
Female Singer: And I'll love yooooooooooou!
Yes I'll love you baby for liiiiiiiiiiife
Gotta have yooooooou
Gotta grab you
Cuz you take my heart to anotha level!
D-Nice: Unh! That's what I do! That's what I do!
Female Singer: Boy, I love yooooooooooooou!
Yes, I'll love you baby for liiiiiiiiiiiiife
Babe I love yooooooooou!
Yes I'll love you baby for liiiiiiiiiife!
D-Nice: And yo we out!
All of a sudden the music comes grinds to a halt as D-Nice strikes a cliche rap pose with the young female singer striking one of her own right beside him while looking seductively at the camera. Jasmine turns leans back a little and folds her arms across her chest and then turns towards Vince. Vince looks back at her totally clueless.
Vince Jones: And??
Jasmine: You didn't see that?
Vince Jones: (in confusion) What? That new D-Nice joint?? That fuckin' track burnin' up the Billboards and shit! What about it??
Jasmine lets out a grunt in frustration with her man at the moment.
Jasmine: That's supposed to be my fuckin' hit single, V! That's supposed to be me (points to the t.v) on that music video staring up into D-Nice's eyes and shit! I mean all I've been hearing lately is Lisa Gomes this and Lisa Gomes that! Do you know how that feels?? Do you know how the fuck that feels at all?? I mean I get passed up for that damn trick and next thing you know she's stealing all the shine that I should be getting right now!
Vince just stares back at her not bothering to hide his lack of interest in her ranting and raving at the moment at all. Jasmine notices his demeanor and throws a tantrum.
Jasmine: Don't you get it?? She's probably gonna get invited to all the awards shows now! That Lisa Gomes bitch is gonna probably end up signing some huge record deal ! She's might even land her own clothing deal now or something, V! She's getting noticed when that should be (points to herself) me!
Vince turns and finally lunges himself forward and out off the bed.
Vince Jones: Yo! V done hearin' all this bullshit! Aight??
Vince pushes past her and storms out of the bedroom. Jasmine comes trotting along behind him.
Jasmine: V, I can't believe you right now!
Vince continues on down the hallway with his face focused straight forward as he marches onwards to the bathroom. He reaches the bathroom door, swings it open, and turns back towards Jasmine in fury.
Vince Jones: What's there to believe, huh? What? The fact that V. Jones is outta fucks to give right now when it comes to yo fuckin' petty ass shit you bitchin' about right now?? You comin' at V with all this bullshit about some Lisa Gomes makin' it in the music biz where you thought you actually had a chance??
Jasmine: Yeah!!!
Vince Jones: Yo! You fuckin' stupid or somethin' here?? How many different ways it gotta explained to yo ass? You (points at Jasmine) tone deaf! You hopeless! You gots no chance whatsoeva in the music game, bitch! You can't fuckin' sing! And that's real!!! You can't sing!!
Jasmine: But...
Vince Jones: Look! If all that shit applies to you then how the fuck you think you were eva gonna get signed? Huh?? You weren't! Stick to karaoke and shit or somethin'!! Yo mans got more important shit to be thinkin' about right now! He got a match against Bethany Kenyon and an opportunity to put her fuckin' career on that out and outs shit! Then V gots this mahfuacka Sentinel steppin' to Jonesy like he hot shit or somethin' at Spring Slaughta! And you wanna talk about problems and shit?? Yo mans tryin' to make that title push in UWA and you wanna talk like you got shit on yo fuckin' platta? Get da fuck outta here with all that bullshit!!
Vince immediately slams the bathroom door in her face leaving her just standing there by herself. He then makes his way to the bathroom sink, turns on the faucet, and splashes some cold water in his face. He leans forward and just stares at his reflection in the mirror shaking his head as the thoughts start pouring through his mind at a blinding rate of speed.
" 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one! Damn Jay had that fuckin' life with that shit! Jonesy got this bitch in the hallway runnin' off at the mouth about her shit like V supposed to fuckin' care about all that shit!"
Vince just shakes his head at the thought of it.
"Then there's Bethany Kenyon! Now how many fuckin' times is yo mans gonna have to square off with these Kenyon sistahs and shit? He has to go toe-to-toe with the otha one three or four different times! Now they got him in the ring with the Plan B! And its like no matta how many times Jonesy takes they fuckin' heads off and shit they still come back talkin' that talk like they bigga than life! Its like are these bitches on crack or somethin'?? How coped up somebody gotta get to want that ass whupped that damn bad by a guy like V. Jones, huh!? Cats can say whateva they want about V, but sometimes these cats need to get down with the fact that maybe the things that Jonesy does to mahfuckas is simply deserved! Ya know?? Maybe cats like Bethany Kenyon gettin' the shit they simply deserve! V simply walks that aisle, steps in that ring, and beasts on these bitches to collect those checks! Its as simple as that!
Vince Jones stands up tall and begins gently tapping himself across the right cheek and lets out a gust of air, exhaling away his frustrations of the morning as he shakes his head in disappiontment.
"So the man gets set-up to face anotha Kenyon kid! That's aight! It is what it is! Then, the bitch goes outta her way to call Jonesy outta name! That's when Jonesy gotta let her ass know that its goin' down! And afta this fuckin' match if these two got any otha mahfuckas in they damn family tree that feel the need to collect on an ass whuppin' then let they punk asses feel free! Jonesy don't discriminate when it comes to that paycheck! Bring yo grandma, grandpa, brothas, step sistahs! Its whateva! "
The camera slowly fades to black.