Post by vincejones on Jul 11, 2015 21:06:11 GMT -6
The screen is black and all is silent. All of a sudden 50 Cent "I Get it In" begins to play parting the silence. The camera quickly fades into a club scene that is extremely packed and buzzing with activity at the moment. People can be seen on the dancefloor getting it on. Booths and tables across the whole vicinity are occupied with couples and groups of people getting their drink on.
"Yeah, na, na, na, na
Yeah, na, na, na, na
Now me, I'm the life of the party
A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin
A little bit of Moet, bottles of the Rose
Feel a little buzz then I'm gettin' it in
Now me, I get it in, I get it in
Me, I get it in, I get it in
Now me, I get it in, I get it in
Me, I get it in, I get it in"
The camera pans around the room and catches sight of Vince Jones and his brother Keshawn Jones seated in a booth with a bunch of ladies posted up on either side of them. The ladies comes in all ethnicities trying their best to cozy up to Vince and his brother. The camera zooms in a little closer on them as the conversation slowly becomes audible over the laughter.
Lady #1: So you were sayin' you're a wrestling champion??
Vince Jones nods his head in agreement and throws his head back in a slump, obviously reaching his absolute limit of alcohol for the night while he slings around a half-empty bottle of Corona.
Vince Jones: (slurred) Fuck yeah you lookin' at the champ, baby doll.
The woman's eyes light up wide with excitement.
Lady #1: Really?? So you're like the UWA champion??
Vince Jones: Damn straight, baby!
Keshawn feels a bit left out at the moment as he turns to the girl to his left and shoots her a million dollar smile.
Keshawn Jones: And I'm the fuckin' North American champ up in that bitch, girl! You don't even know!
Lady #2: You don't even know how excited my friend and I are that we met you two tonight.
All of a sudden Vince leans in close and whispers in his brothers ears.
Vince Jones: (to Keshawn) Hmph! The real excitement's gonna come when the afta party gets started and these bitches gettin' boned, son!
Keshawn Jones: (to Vince) Fuck yeah, bruh...
The two of them dap one another up real quick and immediately go back to their conversations with the ladies. Vince snatches up his bottle of Corona and lifts it up in the air.
Vince Jones: (slurred) Now you ladies no we gotta get our toast and dranky dranky on and shit cuz you all in the presence of a fuckin' gamebreaka, that UWA champion!
Keshawn Jones: You best believe that!
Keshawn raises his bottle in Vince's direction.
Keshawn Jones: To the fuckin' champ!
All the ladies lift their respective drinks in unison and toast to Vince Jones. The ladies begin giggling in nervousness at his overwhelming presence. All of a sudden one of the ladies hops up to her feet at the sound of one of the songs being played.
Lady #3: Oh my god! That's my song! We gotta go out there and dance! We gotta go!!!
Vince Jones rolls his eyes at the thought of his targets suddenly getting mobile. All of a sudden all the other women get excited at the sound of the music and they immediately make their way to the dancefloor. Keshawn Jones turns to his older brother.
Keshawn Jones: I don't know about you, but I'm keepin' my eye on the damn prize! Gotta do what you gotta do sometimes to get that piece!
Vince Jones: Fuck all that buuuullshit!
Keshawn shrugs his shoulders.
Keshawn Jones: Its just the "Nae Nae", son! You know the damn dance!
Keshawn Jones hops up to his feet and is about to vacate the booth when he suddenly turns back around to Vince Jones muttering to himself in the booth.
Keshawn Jones: C'mon, bruh! I need that wingman support only the "champ" can provide!
Keshawn snatches Vince by the arm and drags him up to his feet and they make their way to the group of women on the dancefloor. The camera switches to the opposite side of the club where Jasmine and Lela Rachon are gathered together in a booth.
Jasmine: I'm sorry, but you have no clue what I go through with V! You have absolutely no clue, Lela!
Lela rolls her eyes at the thought of it.
Lela Rachon: Jasmine, I've heard it a thousand times from you now! You've just gotta relax! Live a little tonight! Have some fun!
Lela gently pats Jasmine on the back for encouragement.
Lela Rachon: The boys are out doing their thing. And hey! The girls can do their damn thing too! Right??
Jasmine slowly nods in agreement.
Jasmine: I guess you're right.
Lela and Jasmine both high five one another. Jasmine slowly rises to her feet and turns in the direction of the dancefloor and her gaze immediately locks on the group of ladies on the floor hooting, hollering, and going nuts at the moment. Jasmine turns to Lela and immediately gathers her attention as well.
Jasmine: Lela, look!!!
Jasmine points in the direction of all the commotion and the two of them catch sight of Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones doing "The Nae Nae" Dance.
Lela Rachon: Whoooooa! No, no, noooooooo!
The two of them march across the club, down to the dancefloor, and push their way through the crowd towards the circle of ladies around Vince and Keshawn Jones.
"Now watch me Whip..."
Vince and Keshawn hop into position with their left arms extended forward in unison to the light of the females around them.
"Now watch me Nae Nae..."
Both Vince and Keshawn do "The Nae Nae Dance" in unison. Then, they both hop back into their previous position and extend their left and right arms one after the other to the cue of the song lyrics.
"Now watch me Whip Whip"
Both Vince and Keshawn do "The Nae Nae Dance" once again in unison to the cue of the song lyrics.
"Watch me Nae Nae"
As the song continues on Jasmine and Lela Rachon attempt to push their way past the girls when one of them turns around sizes Jasmine up.
Lady #1: What the fuck are you doing?? You're disturbing me while I watch my man do "The Nae Nae"!
Jasmine immediately stops in her tracks and turns towards the woman as she puts her hand on her hips.
Jasmine: Excuse me!? You're man?? I hate to break this to ya, girlfriend, but that's my man out there! So, I don't know what you talking about??
The woman turns towards her friend and laughs.
Lady #1: You hear this?? Her man?? Please! Vinnie takin' me home tonight and I'm ridin' the champ like he's never been rode before! Guess you betta take a numba....bitch!
All of a sudden a fire lights up in Jasmine's eyes at that word and the sight of the woman in front of her running her mouth to her at the moment.
Jasmine: Oh you fucked up now!
Jasmine starts taking off her heels, her earrings, any and everything ready to battle. The woman does the same. Vince and Keshawn at the moment can be seen busting out some moves like they're Kid N' Play at the moment. They both spin around in unison and come to a complete stop as they see Lela trying her very best to hold back Jasmine from ripping the woman in front of her's head clean off her shoulders.
Vince Jones: Aw fuck!
Vince stumbles over in the direction of Jasmine to try and pull her back, but ends up catching one of Jasmine's elbows to the face.
Jasmine: Nah! Fuck this bitch!! Get the fuck back!!!
Jasmine and the girl get free from their friends and start tearing one another apart as the bouncers come swarming in from every direction and pulling them apart from one another. Vince sees the bouncers snatching up Jasmine and he tries to jump in but is too drunk at the moment to really do a thing about it. The camera slowly fades out from the wild scene in the club. The camera fades back in and Vince Jones can be seen laying face down in his bed ontop of his bed sheets. The sun is out and the t.v can be heard softly buzzing in the background. Vince slowly begins to stir and rolls over on his back holding his head and groaning as if he is currently feeling the effects of a hangover. The door to the bedroom slowly swings open and in steps Jasmine. Vince's eyes creep open slowly and are greeted by the light of mid-day. He turns to his left and sees the digital clock on the nightstand that currently reads 1:38pm. He turns over again and begins staring up at the ceiling as the thoughts begin to pour through his mind.
Vince Jones: What the fuck happened?? Was all that shit a dream??
Jasmine makes her way to the bedside, looks down, at her hungover man, and slaps him clean across the face at his thoughts that were mistakenly audible. Vince immediately begins clutching his face and head in pain as he feels the echoing of his headache radiating all throughout his skull now.
Jasmine: (in a slow and deliberate tone) No, all that shit that happened wasn't a dream last night, you sonuvabitch! It was a fuckin' wake-up call!
Vince rolls over on his side and begins moaning and groaning to himself.
Vince Jones: Yo! Will you shut the fuck up, Jasmine!!
Jasmine chuckles to herself softly at Vince's current hung over state.
Jasmine: Shut the fuck up?? Is that what you want from me right now?? Hmph! Yeah! I got somethin' for ya...
She immediately hauls off and slaps him upside the head yet again aggravating his headache even more. Vince begins clutching his head in even more pain.
Vince Jones: Yooooo!!! What the fuck is yo problem, bitch!?!
Jasmine: Oh! You wanna know what the fuck my problem is?!?
She fiercely slaps him in the head.
Vince Jones: Ahhhhhhhh!!!! FUCK YOU!!!
Jasmine: No....no, no, no, no, no, noooooo!!!! Fuck you!!!
She slaps him across the head yet again sending another shockwave straight through every ounce of his skull.
Vince Jones: Damnit, Jazzie!! Will you cut it out with the fuckin' slapping and shit!?!
Jasmine: Oh yeah! I will! When I know I've got your undivided attention for a change! So, you planning on listening to what I fuckin' have to say for once??
Vince Jones: Just say it already!!!
Jasmine immediately slaps him across the head again and Vince's expression immediately intensifies upon yet another strike to his skull.
Vince Jones: (in a deliberate tone) Bitch, if you slap yo mans one more fuckin' time in the damn head!!!
Jasmine looks down at him in the bed with a look of absolute defiance plastered across her fascade at the moment as she folds her arms across her chest.
Jasmine: Or what?? I'm gonna catch you out with some skanky ass bitches yet again?? I mean it seems like its just this ongoing thing! Right! Right??? No matta how much I do for you! No matta how much you claim to be down with me! No matta how much we go through togetha it seems like we always end up (she points downward) here, right here!
She points in the same direction yet again and continues on with her rant.
Vince slowly rolls over on his back and slowly rises up, leaning his back against his pillows and the headboard of his bed.
Vince Jones: Ya know somethin'...
Jasmine immediately cuts him off mid-sentence.
Jasmine: No!! I don't fuckin' care to know! I just want you to listen to me for once!
She slaps him in the yet again and he doubles over in pain from the vicious ringing in his skull from the headache.
Jasmine: V, you've got a match coming up against Photographer Bob Brooks at Monday Night Mayhem in what could be a week's time or more. Have you once given that any thought at all whatsoeva??
Vince Jones: Hmph! Whateva! V could give a fuck about that sorry ass mahfucka!
Jasmine nods her head in absolute disappointment with Vince's predictable response.
Jasmine: Yeah! Just like I figured! You could care less about him stepping in the ring with you! The man stepped in the ring with you the last time you two faced off and he walked away with a win yet you still act as if it couldn't happen again, like your fuckin' invincible! The man has called you the fuck out and you choose to walk around with blinders on! Well, maybe this match means nothing to you ,but it obviously means something to him! He's given himself a reason to really fight this time and that fuckin' reason is ...
She points a finger straight at Vince.
Jasmine: ...you! So, I suggest you start giving yourself a reason to do the same because the field is changing! The stakes are getting higha, V! The heat's gettin' hotta and hotta every fuckin' week!
Vince Jones: Yo! Just the fuck up with all that shit! Yo mans hung ova here! Aight??
Jasmine glares at Vince in fury.
Jasmine: Yeah! And maybe that's why you're still lookin' for your first and only top spot championship run afta all these years in the wrestling game, V!! Did you eva think about that?? Maybe you're fuckin' hung ova from feelin' yo self too damn much and thinkin' there's no one out there that might want what you fuckin' want even more than you do and might be willin' to go the fuckin' distance to get it! In otha words...neva unda estimate the otha man!
Vince goes absolutely silent and stares a hole through Jasmine's head in rage over her statement that nails him like a ton of bricks in the chest and makes him give Jasmine his absolute attention for the time being.
Jasmine: (nodding) Well, I see that got your damn attention! I didn't really wanna have to take it there, but I guess we had to!
Vince leans forward in bed.
Vince Jones: Fuck you, Jasmine!!!
Jasmine shrugs at the sound of Vince's bitterness over her statement.
Jasmine: Is that all you can come up with?? Yeah! I know that's all you've got! Why?? Because you know I'm telling the fuckin' truth right now and you can't stand it! You just can't stand it at all!! The stakes rise sky high and you always seem to make it near the very top but when it comes to settling down and committing....you just can't. You've never been able to totally commit when it comes to wrestling! You've never been able to totally commit when it comes to our fuckin' relationship! And why's that??
An awkward silence passes between the two of them and Jasmine shivers slightly at the thought of it as she continues on with tears slowly beginning to swell up in her eyes that she tries her very best to hold back with all her might.
Jasmine: Exactly....no response! How did I know?? (sniffles softly) How did I fuckin' know that would be the case with you?? I mean you would think that with all the history that you and I have togetha you could musta up at least something to say in response to that! I mean its a simple question...right??
Jasmine immediately turns her back on him and lowers her head and chuckles to herself softly in disbelief with Vince.
Jasmine: C'mon! How long have you and I known each otha now?? It has to have been twenty plus years now! I've travelled with you up and down the roads! I've bandaged you up! I've been through almost all your fuckin' highs and lows! When you got locked up I waited...I fuckin' waited for you to come back to me! And for what?? For fuckin' what?? To get led on by some guy that can't get down with the fact that he's got something good in his life???
Jasmine swipes away a few tears that go streaming down her face as she slowly turns around and faces Vince once again.
Jasmine: Well, I'm here to tell you that maybe the reason you're still searching for more in the wrestling game is because you just can't seem to lock out all the otha extraneous shit and totally commit yourself to the fuckin' cause! Aerynn Donnelly did it! Jeszika Gautier did it! Sentinel did it! So, where the fuck are you at?? Stakes are rising and you're down at the club with your fuckin' dumbass brotha! Stakes are rising more and more when it comes to (she points at Vince and then herself) our relationship and yet you're yuckin' it the fuck up with some fuckin' skanks!
Vince Jones: It is what it fuckin' is sometimes, Jasmine, and that's all there is to it! Like it or leave it!
Jasmine shakes her head in disgust with Vince's heartless response.
Jasmine: Is that it?? Really?? Like it or leave it?? Wooooooooow!!!! And that's all you feel I deserve as the woman that's put up with more shit outta you than many women prolly put up with ova the span of a few lifetimes with their men??
Vince snarls back in response.
Vince Jones: You fuckin' act as if V don't have shit goin' through his fuckin' head right now...like a fuckin' hangova and shit among othas! Matta fact...
Jasmine: Oh no....no, no, no, no, nooooooo, that's fine! That perfectly fine! You've got shit on your mind just like I'm sure everyone else in the world does too! I mean c'mon! No one else could possibly have shit on their mind that they deal with on a daily basis otha than V. Jones, right?? Right???
Jasmine slides up beside the bed and glares at Vince with angry, tear-filled eyes.
Jasmine: Well, while you're thinking about all the shit you have to deal with...rememba this! Neva unda estimate the otha guy and what he's willing to do to get what he wants cuz time doesn't wait for anyone! So keep on being distracted because Bob Brooks has his eyes set on using you as his stepping stone to the next level! Maybe he even turns it around and becomes UWA champ one day! Why? Because he can commit himself...unlike (points at Vince)you! Keep that in mind! Men compliment me all the time! Don't think I can't find anotha you!
Vince rolls his eyes.
Vince Jones: We talkin' about V and the shit that he wants or are we fuckin' concerned with what the fuck you all wrapped up in, huh??
Jasmine pauses for a moment and then replies.
Jasmine: Ya know what, V??
Vince Jones: You've had the fuckin' floor enough this morning!
Jasmine: No, no, no,noooooo!!! I think you need to hear this and think hard on this! Sometimes all the chances you think you got run dry! So I suggest you get with the program because whose to say if this isn't your last chance! You're not getting any younga...
Jasmine gives Vince one last look and marches out the bedroom leaving Vince to himself to meditate on her words as the camera slowly fades to black.
"Yeah, na, na, na, na
Yeah, na, na, na, na
Now me, I'm the life of the party
A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin
A little bit of Moet, bottles of the Rose
Feel a little buzz then I'm gettin' it in
Now me, I get it in, I get it in
Me, I get it in, I get it in
Now me, I get it in, I get it in
Me, I get it in, I get it in"
The camera pans around the room and catches sight of Vince Jones and his brother Keshawn Jones seated in a booth with a bunch of ladies posted up on either side of them. The ladies comes in all ethnicities trying their best to cozy up to Vince and his brother. The camera zooms in a little closer on them as the conversation slowly becomes audible over the laughter.
Lady #1: So you were sayin' you're a wrestling champion??
Vince Jones nods his head in agreement and throws his head back in a slump, obviously reaching his absolute limit of alcohol for the night while he slings around a half-empty bottle of Corona.
Vince Jones: (slurred) Fuck yeah you lookin' at the champ, baby doll.
The woman's eyes light up wide with excitement.
Lady #1: Really?? So you're like the UWA champion??
Vince Jones: Damn straight, baby!
Keshawn feels a bit left out at the moment as he turns to the girl to his left and shoots her a million dollar smile.
Keshawn Jones: And I'm the fuckin' North American champ up in that bitch, girl! You don't even know!
Lady #2: You don't even know how excited my friend and I are that we met you two tonight.
All of a sudden Vince leans in close and whispers in his brothers ears.
Vince Jones: (to Keshawn) Hmph! The real excitement's gonna come when the afta party gets started and these bitches gettin' boned, son!
Keshawn Jones: (to Vince) Fuck yeah, bruh...
The two of them dap one another up real quick and immediately go back to their conversations with the ladies. Vince snatches up his bottle of Corona and lifts it up in the air.
Vince Jones: (slurred) Now you ladies no we gotta get our toast and dranky dranky on and shit cuz you all in the presence of a fuckin' gamebreaka, that UWA champion!
Keshawn Jones: You best believe that!
Keshawn raises his bottle in Vince's direction.
Keshawn Jones: To the fuckin' champ!
All the ladies lift their respective drinks in unison and toast to Vince Jones. The ladies begin giggling in nervousness at his overwhelming presence. All of a sudden one of the ladies hops up to her feet at the sound of one of the songs being played.
Lady #3: Oh my god! That's my song! We gotta go out there and dance! We gotta go!!!
Vince Jones rolls his eyes at the thought of his targets suddenly getting mobile. All of a sudden all the other women get excited at the sound of the music and they immediately make their way to the dancefloor. Keshawn Jones turns to his older brother.
Keshawn Jones: I don't know about you, but I'm keepin' my eye on the damn prize! Gotta do what you gotta do sometimes to get that piece!
Vince Jones: Fuck all that buuuullshit!
Keshawn shrugs his shoulders.
Keshawn Jones: Its just the "Nae Nae", son! You know the damn dance!
Keshawn Jones hops up to his feet and is about to vacate the booth when he suddenly turns back around to Vince Jones muttering to himself in the booth.
Keshawn Jones: C'mon, bruh! I need that wingman support only the "champ" can provide!
Keshawn snatches Vince by the arm and drags him up to his feet and they make their way to the group of women on the dancefloor. The camera switches to the opposite side of the club where Jasmine and Lela Rachon are gathered together in a booth.
Jasmine: I'm sorry, but you have no clue what I go through with V! You have absolutely no clue, Lela!
Lela rolls her eyes at the thought of it.
Lela Rachon: Jasmine, I've heard it a thousand times from you now! You've just gotta relax! Live a little tonight! Have some fun!
Lela gently pats Jasmine on the back for encouragement.
Lela Rachon: The boys are out doing their thing. And hey! The girls can do their damn thing too! Right??
Jasmine slowly nods in agreement.
Jasmine: I guess you're right.
Lela and Jasmine both high five one another. Jasmine slowly rises to her feet and turns in the direction of the dancefloor and her gaze immediately locks on the group of ladies on the floor hooting, hollering, and going nuts at the moment. Jasmine turns to Lela and immediately gathers her attention as well.
Jasmine: Lela, look!!!
Jasmine points in the direction of all the commotion and the two of them catch sight of Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones doing "The Nae Nae" Dance.
Lela Rachon: Whoooooa! No, no, noooooooo!
The two of them march across the club, down to the dancefloor, and push their way through the crowd towards the circle of ladies around Vince and Keshawn Jones.
"Now watch me Whip..."
Vince and Keshawn hop into position with their left arms extended forward in unison to the light of the females around them.
"Now watch me Nae Nae..."
Both Vince and Keshawn do "The Nae Nae Dance" in unison. Then, they both hop back into their previous position and extend their left and right arms one after the other to the cue of the song lyrics.
"Now watch me Whip Whip"
Both Vince and Keshawn do "The Nae Nae Dance" once again in unison to the cue of the song lyrics.
"Watch me Nae Nae"
As the song continues on Jasmine and Lela Rachon attempt to push their way past the girls when one of them turns around sizes Jasmine up.
Lady #1: What the fuck are you doing?? You're disturbing me while I watch my man do "The Nae Nae"!
Jasmine immediately stops in her tracks and turns towards the woman as she puts her hand on her hips.
Jasmine: Excuse me!? You're man?? I hate to break this to ya, girlfriend, but that's my man out there! So, I don't know what you talking about??
The woman turns towards her friend and laughs.
Lady #1: You hear this?? Her man?? Please! Vinnie takin' me home tonight and I'm ridin' the champ like he's never been rode before! Guess you betta take a numba....bitch!
All of a sudden a fire lights up in Jasmine's eyes at that word and the sight of the woman in front of her running her mouth to her at the moment.
Jasmine: Oh you fucked up now!
Jasmine starts taking off her heels, her earrings, any and everything ready to battle. The woman does the same. Vince and Keshawn at the moment can be seen busting out some moves like they're Kid N' Play at the moment. They both spin around in unison and come to a complete stop as they see Lela trying her very best to hold back Jasmine from ripping the woman in front of her's head clean off her shoulders.
Vince Jones: Aw fuck!
Vince stumbles over in the direction of Jasmine to try and pull her back, but ends up catching one of Jasmine's elbows to the face.
Jasmine: Nah! Fuck this bitch!! Get the fuck back!!!
Jasmine and the girl get free from their friends and start tearing one another apart as the bouncers come swarming in from every direction and pulling them apart from one another. Vince sees the bouncers snatching up Jasmine and he tries to jump in but is too drunk at the moment to really do a thing about it. The camera slowly fades out from the wild scene in the club. The camera fades back in and Vince Jones can be seen laying face down in his bed ontop of his bed sheets. The sun is out and the t.v can be heard softly buzzing in the background. Vince slowly begins to stir and rolls over on his back holding his head and groaning as if he is currently feeling the effects of a hangover. The door to the bedroom slowly swings open and in steps Jasmine. Vince's eyes creep open slowly and are greeted by the light of mid-day. He turns to his left and sees the digital clock on the nightstand that currently reads 1:38pm. He turns over again and begins staring up at the ceiling as the thoughts begin to pour through his mind.
Vince Jones: What the fuck happened?? Was all that shit a dream??
Jasmine makes her way to the bedside, looks down, at her hungover man, and slaps him clean across the face at his thoughts that were mistakenly audible. Vince immediately begins clutching his face and head in pain as he feels the echoing of his headache radiating all throughout his skull now.
Jasmine: (in a slow and deliberate tone) No, all that shit that happened wasn't a dream last night, you sonuvabitch! It was a fuckin' wake-up call!
Vince rolls over on his side and begins moaning and groaning to himself.
Vince Jones: Yo! Will you shut the fuck up, Jasmine!!
Jasmine chuckles to herself softly at Vince's current hung over state.
Jasmine: Shut the fuck up?? Is that what you want from me right now?? Hmph! Yeah! I got somethin' for ya...
She immediately hauls off and slaps him upside the head yet again aggravating his headache even more. Vince begins clutching his head in even more pain.
Vince Jones: Yooooo!!! What the fuck is yo problem, bitch!?!
Jasmine: Oh! You wanna know what the fuck my problem is?!?
She fiercely slaps him in the head.
Vince Jones: Ahhhhhhhh!!!! FUCK YOU!!!
Jasmine: No....no, no, no, no, no, noooooo!!!! Fuck you!!!
She slaps him across the head yet again sending another shockwave straight through every ounce of his skull.
Vince Jones: Damnit, Jazzie!! Will you cut it out with the fuckin' slapping and shit!?!
Jasmine: Oh yeah! I will! When I know I've got your undivided attention for a change! So, you planning on listening to what I fuckin' have to say for once??
Vince Jones: Just say it already!!!
Jasmine immediately slaps him across the head again and Vince's expression immediately intensifies upon yet another strike to his skull.
Vince Jones: (in a deliberate tone) Bitch, if you slap yo mans one more fuckin' time in the damn head!!!
Jasmine looks down at him in the bed with a look of absolute defiance plastered across her fascade at the moment as she folds her arms across her chest.
Jasmine: Or what?? I'm gonna catch you out with some skanky ass bitches yet again?? I mean it seems like its just this ongoing thing! Right! Right??? No matta how much I do for you! No matta how much you claim to be down with me! No matta how much we go through togetha it seems like we always end up (she points downward) here, right here!
She points in the same direction yet again and continues on with her rant.
Vince slowly rolls over on his back and slowly rises up, leaning his back against his pillows and the headboard of his bed.
Vince Jones: Ya know somethin'...
Jasmine immediately cuts him off mid-sentence.
Jasmine: No!! I don't fuckin' care to know! I just want you to listen to me for once!
She slaps him in the yet again and he doubles over in pain from the vicious ringing in his skull from the headache.
Jasmine: V, you've got a match coming up against Photographer Bob Brooks at Monday Night Mayhem in what could be a week's time or more. Have you once given that any thought at all whatsoeva??
Vince Jones: Hmph! Whateva! V could give a fuck about that sorry ass mahfucka!
Jasmine nods her head in absolute disappointment with Vince's predictable response.
Jasmine: Yeah! Just like I figured! You could care less about him stepping in the ring with you! The man stepped in the ring with you the last time you two faced off and he walked away with a win yet you still act as if it couldn't happen again, like your fuckin' invincible! The man has called you the fuck out and you choose to walk around with blinders on! Well, maybe this match means nothing to you ,but it obviously means something to him! He's given himself a reason to really fight this time and that fuckin' reason is ...
She points a finger straight at Vince.
Jasmine: ...you! So, I suggest you start giving yourself a reason to do the same because the field is changing! The stakes are getting higha, V! The heat's gettin' hotta and hotta every fuckin' week!
Vince Jones: Yo! Just the fuck up with all that shit! Yo mans hung ova here! Aight??
Jasmine glares at Vince in fury.
Jasmine: Yeah! And maybe that's why you're still lookin' for your first and only top spot championship run afta all these years in the wrestling game, V!! Did you eva think about that?? Maybe you're fuckin' hung ova from feelin' yo self too damn much and thinkin' there's no one out there that might want what you fuckin' want even more than you do and might be willin' to go the fuckin' distance to get it! In otha words...neva unda estimate the otha man!
Vince goes absolutely silent and stares a hole through Jasmine's head in rage over her statement that nails him like a ton of bricks in the chest and makes him give Jasmine his absolute attention for the time being.
Jasmine: (nodding) Well, I see that got your damn attention! I didn't really wanna have to take it there, but I guess we had to!
Vince leans forward in bed.
Vince Jones: Fuck you, Jasmine!!!
Jasmine shrugs at the sound of Vince's bitterness over her statement.
Jasmine: Is that all you can come up with?? Yeah! I know that's all you've got! Why?? Because you know I'm telling the fuckin' truth right now and you can't stand it! You just can't stand it at all!! The stakes rise sky high and you always seem to make it near the very top but when it comes to settling down and committing....you just can't. You've never been able to totally commit when it comes to wrestling! You've never been able to totally commit when it comes to our fuckin' relationship! And why's that??
An awkward silence passes between the two of them and Jasmine shivers slightly at the thought of it as she continues on with tears slowly beginning to swell up in her eyes that she tries her very best to hold back with all her might.
Jasmine: Exactly....no response! How did I know?? (sniffles softly) How did I fuckin' know that would be the case with you?? I mean you would think that with all the history that you and I have togetha you could musta up at least something to say in response to that! I mean its a simple question...right??
Jasmine immediately turns her back on him and lowers her head and chuckles to herself softly in disbelief with Vince.
Jasmine: C'mon! How long have you and I known each otha now?? It has to have been twenty plus years now! I've travelled with you up and down the roads! I've bandaged you up! I've been through almost all your fuckin' highs and lows! When you got locked up I waited...I fuckin' waited for you to come back to me! And for what?? For fuckin' what?? To get led on by some guy that can't get down with the fact that he's got something good in his life???
Jasmine swipes away a few tears that go streaming down her face as she slowly turns around and faces Vince once again.
Jasmine: Well, I'm here to tell you that maybe the reason you're still searching for more in the wrestling game is because you just can't seem to lock out all the otha extraneous shit and totally commit yourself to the fuckin' cause! Aerynn Donnelly did it! Jeszika Gautier did it! Sentinel did it! So, where the fuck are you at?? Stakes are rising and you're down at the club with your fuckin' dumbass brotha! Stakes are rising more and more when it comes to (she points at Vince and then herself) our relationship and yet you're yuckin' it the fuck up with some fuckin' skanks!
Vince Jones: It is what it fuckin' is sometimes, Jasmine, and that's all there is to it! Like it or leave it!
Jasmine shakes her head in disgust with Vince's heartless response.
Jasmine: Is that it?? Really?? Like it or leave it?? Wooooooooow!!!! And that's all you feel I deserve as the woman that's put up with more shit outta you than many women prolly put up with ova the span of a few lifetimes with their men??
Vince snarls back in response.
Vince Jones: You fuckin' act as if V don't have shit goin' through his fuckin' head right now...like a fuckin' hangova and shit among othas! Matta fact...
Jasmine: Oh no....no, no, no, no, nooooooo, that's fine! That perfectly fine! You've got shit on your mind just like I'm sure everyone else in the world does too! I mean c'mon! No one else could possibly have shit on their mind that they deal with on a daily basis otha than V. Jones, right?? Right???
Jasmine slides up beside the bed and glares at Vince with angry, tear-filled eyes.
Jasmine: Well, while you're thinking about all the shit you have to deal with...rememba this! Neva unda estimate the otha guy and what he's willing to do to get what he wants cuz time doesn't wait for anyone! So keep on being distracted because Bob Brooks has his eyes set on using you as his stepping stone to the next level! Maybe he even turns it around and becomes UWA champ one day! Why? Because he can commit himself...unlike (points at Vince)you! Keep that in mind! Men compliment me all the time! Don't think I can't find anotha you!
Vince rolls his eyes.
Vince Jones: We talkin' about V and the shit that he wants or are we fuckin' concerned with what the fuck you all wrapped up in, huh??
Jasmine pauses for a moment and then replies.
Jasmine: Ya know what, V??
Vince Jones: You've had the fuckin' floor enough this morning!
Jasmine: No, no, no,noooooo!!! I think you need to hear this and think hard on this! Sometimes all the chances you think you got run dry! So I suggest you get with the program because whose to say if this isn't your last chance! You're not getting any younga...
Jasmine gives Vince one last look and marches out the bedroom leaving Vince to himself to meditate on her words as the camera slowly fades to black.