Post by vincejones on Aug 28, 2015 22:29:56 GMT -6
The camera fades into the office of Reno Banks where a not so pleased Vince Jones can be seen seated. A monitor is playing on the desk of Reno showing footage from the last appearance of Ashley Kenyon and her thoughts on their upcoming tag team match. Vince Jones purses his lips and leans back in the chair appearing not so pleased by the ranting of his upcoming tag team partner.
Vince Jones: Cut that shit off! Jonesy tired of hearin' that piece of crap run her fuckin' mouth!
Reno Banks: (nodding) Very well...
Reno immediately turns off the monitor as Vince whips out the championship belt and slings it on the desktop.
Vince Jones: This whole match is some fuckin' bullshit, man!
Reno Banks: Its simply business just like she said, Vinnie!
Vince Jones viciously raises the back of his hand towards Reno as if ready to strike him down and turns away as he slumps over in the chair.
Vince Jones: Get da fuck outta here with all that! The bitch gets lucky against yo mans and she gonna wear that fuckin' badge of honor to her fuckin' grave and shit! Nahmean?? V gettin' sick and fuckin' tired of hearin' it!
Reno leans forward.
Reno Banks: Its business. Its simply business...
Vince Jones: Bad biz if you askin' V here! What?? Jonesy goin' up against Sentinel! The fuckin' Nawlins Barbie bitches squarin' off against each otha soon enough! Hey! How 'bout we put Jonesy and Ashley Kenyon in a fuckin' match as tag team partnahs and see how long the two of them go without wantin' to rip each othas heads off! So you talkin' about business?? Jonesy lookin' at this whole fuckin' deal as a damn joke or some shit! Just anotha way UWA wanna piss of they future champ!
Reno Banks rolls his eyes and tries to keep himself composed as he continues on with his client.
Reno Banks: Alright. I understand your anger. I can see where you're coming from; but, don't let this little bump in the road throw you off from the main focus and that's...
Reno reaches out and pats the championship belt softly.
Reno Banks: Do what you gotta do out there at Mayhem but remember in the end its all about the big prize and nothin' else!
Vince folds his arms across his chest and snarls at the thought.
Vince Jones: Yeah...whateva!
Reno Banks: Just remain focused...
Vince Jones: If the bitch keeps on poppin' off at the mouth she might find herself in a fuckin' handicap match out there this upcomin' week, bruh! Jonesy don't got the time, the energy, or the fuckin' patience for all this bullshit, not from her or the fuckin' UWA! And that's real, bruh! That's fuckin' real!
Reno Banks: Well, maybe you need to change your focus.
Vince Jones: To what?? What the fuck else could you mans possibly focus on out there when he stuck sharin' the same fuckin' corna of the ring with piece of shit like her, huh??
Reno shrugs.
Reno Banks: I don't know. Maybe you could look at this whole match as an opportunity, opportunity to soften up the Sentinel before the big one. You know what I'm gettin' at here??
Vince Jones begins to ponder the proposed idea of his agent and his demeanor slowly begins to change for the better. Reno begins to smile as he can see the gears turning in his clients mind at the thought.
Reno Banks: Ah...now you're starting to see things my way, Vinnie J.
Vince Jones: Well...sometimes you just got a way with words and shit!
Reno Banks: That's why I'm none otha than the Agent of the Stars. C'mon now! You're sittin' atop the title picture as we speak! You're on the verge of doin' some big things, on the verge of takin' UWA to anotha stratosphere if you will, Mr. Jones! Ya just gotta change your perspective a bit. This match is simply a little pitstop, a small airport if you will. Now just take a moment to visualize it. You're the plane, baby! The passengers are about to board! Afta this match we move on to the big show its self, baby!
Reno slowly rises to his feet and begins to speak progressively louder as his level excitement slowly rises.
Reno Banks: The engines start rollin'! You knock Sentinel out with The Silencer!
Reno snatches up the championship belt over his head.
Reno Banks: And when you lift this championship belt high above your head that's when it all begins!! That jet plane by the name of Vinnie Jones takes off and with him the UWA follows!! V. Jones is risin' to the top of the heap! V. Jones is flyin', baby! V. Jones got the belt and he rollin', not economy, but first class!! Cuz when you hoist that gold ova your head UWA and everyone involved is goin'...
Reno looks at Vince Jones.
Reno Banks: Say it with me now....
Vince Jones rolls his eyes at the whole showing as Reno continues on.
Reno Banks: V. Jones gonna be soarin'...(in a high pitched voice) SKY HIGH!!!
Vince shakes his head at the antics of his agent.
Vince Jones: Yeah....enough about this fuckin' match! How about we move the fuck on!
Reno Banks tries to regain his composure as he nods his head and slowly sits back down in his chair.
Reno Banks: Very well...
The camera slowly fades to black as they continue on with their business meeting.
Vince Jones: Cut that shit off! Jonesy tired of hearin' that piece of crap run her fuckin' mouth!
Reno Banks: (nodding) Very well...
Reno immediately turns off the monitor as Vince whips out the championship belt and slings it on the desktop.
Vince Jones: This whole match is some fuckin' bullshit, man!
Reno Banks: Its simply business just like she said, Vinnie!
Vince Jones viciously raises the back of his hand towards Reno as if ready to strike him down and turns away as he slumps over in the chair.
Vince Jones: Get da fuck outta here with all that! The bitch gets lucky against yo mans and she gonna wear that fuckin' badge of honor to her fuckin' grave and shit! Nahmean?? V gettin' sick and fuckin' tired of hearin' it!
Reno leans forward.
Reno Banks: Its business. Its simply business...
Vince Jones: Bad biz if you askin' V here! What?? Jonesy goin' up against Sentinel! The fuckin' Nawlins Barbie bitches squarin' off against each otha soon enough! Hey! How 'bout we put Jonesy and Ashley Kenyon in a fuckin' match as tag team partnahs and see how long the two of them go without wantin' to rip each othas heads off! So you talkin' about business?? Jonesy lookin' at this whole fuckin' deal as a damn joke or some shit! Just anotha way UWA wanna piss of they future champ!
Reno Banks rolls his eyes and tries to keep himself composed as he continues on with his client.
Reno Banks: Alright. I understand your anger. I can see where you're coming from; but, don't let this little bump in the road throw you off from the main focus and that's...
Reno reaches out and pats the championship belt softly.
Reno Banks: Do what you gotta do out there at Mayhem but remember in the end its all about the big prize and nothin' else!
Vince folds his arms across his chest and snarls at the thought.
Vince Jones: Yeah...whateva!
Reno Banks: Just remain focused...
Vince Jones: If the bitch keeps on poppin' off at the mouth she might find herself in a fuckin' handicap match out there this upcomin' week, bruh! Jonesy don't got the time, the energy, or the fuckin' patience for all this bullshit, not from her or the fuckin' UWA! And that's real, bruh! That's fuckin' real!
Reno Banks: Well, maybe you need to change your focus.
Vince Jones: To what?? What the fuck else could you mans possibly focus on out there when he stuck sharin' the same fuckin' corna of the ring with piece of shit like her, huh??
Reno shrugs.
Reno Banks: I don't know. Maybe you could look at this whole match as an opportunity, opportunity to soften up the Sentinel before the big one. You know what I'm gettin' at here??
Vince Jones begins to ponder the proposed idea of his agent and his demeanor slowly begins to change for the better. Reno begins to smile as he can see the gears turning in his clients mind at the thought.
Reno Banks: Ah...now you're starting to see things my way, Vinnie J.
Vince Jones: Well...sometimes you just got a way with words and shit!
Reno Banks: That's why I'm none otha than the Agent of the Stars. C'mon now! You're sittin' atop the title picture as we speak! You're on the verge of doin' some big things, on the verge of takin' UWA to anotha stratosphere if you will, Mr. Jones! Ya just gotta change your perspective a bit. This match is simply a little pitstop, a small airport if you will. Now just take a moment to visualize it. You're the plane, baby! The passengers are about to board! Afta this match we move on to the big show its self, baby!
Reno slowly rises to his feet and begins to speak progressively louder as his level excitement slowly rises.
Reno Banks: The engines start rollin'! You knock Sentinel out with The Silencer!
Reno snatches up the championship belt over his head.
Reno Banks: And when you lift this championship belt high above your head that's when it all begins!! That jet plane by the name of Vinnie Jones takes off and with him the UWA follows!! V. Jones is risin' to the top of the heap! V. Jones is flyin', baby! V. Jones got the belt and he rollin', not economy, but first class!! Cuz when you hoist that gold ova your head UWA and everyone involved is goin'...
Reno looks at Vince Jones.
Reno Banks: Say it with me now....
Vince Jones rolls his eyes at the whole showing as Reno continues on.
Reno Banks: V. Jones gonna be soarin'...(in a high pitched voice) SKY HIGH!!!
Vince shakes his head at the antics of his agent.
Vince Jones: Yeah....enough about this fuckin' match! How about we move the fuck on!
Reno Banks tries to regain his composure as he nods his head and slowly sits back down in his chair.
Reno Banks: Very well...
The camera slowly fades to black as they continue on with their business meeting.