Post by vincejones on Mar 21, 2014 19:32:20 GMT -6
All is dark, silent, and still. Suddenly the low, gruff voice of Vince Jones parts the silence.
"Its been a long time....a helluva long time comin' but V. Jones finally got his mind set on steppin' back in that ring again..."
The camera slowly fades into the hallway outside of Reno Banks' office where we last left Vince Jones. He shuts the door behind him and is about to walk away, but suddenly stops in his place and gazes down at the folder marked "UWA" in utter curiousity, lost and trapped in a daze of some sort.
"...We walked away from it all for awhile. We thought we were done and shit, but can you eva really walk away? Can ya? What is it about the damn game that keeps ya hooked? "
The scene switches to a gym where we catch sight of Vince Jones decked out in Nike athletic wear pounding a heavy bag with his trainer and friend, Cole, by his side urging him to keep firing away. Heavy streams of sweat pour down his face leaving him soaked but satisfied.
" You give it your all..."
Vince Jones can now be seen in a ring sparring with Cole. Cole takes quick swing at Vince with a padded hand; but, Vince immediately ducks under the shot, and tackles him to the mat for what could have easily been a ground and pound situation.
"You practically give this damn sport every damn thing you gots to give. And for what?? It's like it takes.. takes...takes... and takes some more..."
The scene switches to a locker room where Vince Jones can be seen leaning forward and resting his head against a locker in recovery from his daily workout. Cole pats him on the back and walks away leaving Vince alone to himself.
"...After all the endless giving you sometimes feel like you barely got anything left for the taking at all; but, deep down inside you've come to the conclusion that that's just the way its supposed to be in this relationship. Fifty fifty's what they say; but, it ain't even close. So, what keeps Jonesy comin' back? What is it? Is this what the crack fiend feels like? Is that how it is? Yo you get that lil taste and it feels good. It feels great..."
The scene switches to a trainer's office where Vince Jones is getting an ankle taped up from a minor setback during one of his training sessions. Vince momentarily winces in slight agony as the trainer on duty wrapping Vince's ankle happens to catch him in a vulnerable spot.
"...But in the end it turns out that this the kinda shit that can totally tear a man apart, leavin' ya feelin' like an empty vessel or somethin'. It ain't good for ya, not at all...
The scene switches to hot tub where Vince Jones is seen leaning back, savoring the warmth of the water as it constantly bubbles and gently strokes and massages every inch of his aching body.
"...but, for whateva reason there's just somethin' about it that keeps ya comin' back for more. In all the time V been doin' this shit its still almost hard to put into words what that thing realy is..."
The scene now switches to a professional photography studio where Vince Jones stands still decked out in his trademark all-black urban styled wrestling gear. The photographer directs Vince's every pose and with each pose the photographer tries his best to capture the very essence of Vince Jones for all potential viewers. Vince sneers at the camera, eyes concealed by his trademark dark shades and mind effortlessly racing in anticipation for March 24th, 2014.
" Is it the money? Is it the moments in the limelight and shit? What is it?"
The scene switches to a radio studio where Vince Jones and Reno Banks can be seen sitting side by side and mic'd up for a radio show interview. Reno Banks appears to be at his absolute best savoring the thought of having so many local New York wrestling fans and more hanging on his every word. Vince Jones at this particular time appears not so thrilled with this perceived waste of time.
"Its hard to say, but at the same time so easy. Ya know. Afta you've been doin' whateva, wheneva you just wanna make someone, anyone pay. You just wanna let it all out. You just wanna bring a mahfucka to his knees sometimes. The world a funny place. Despite how much you wanna feel like you got control, that don't mean shit in the grand scheme of things. From the beginning of V's life 'til now he's put up with a whole helluva lot of shit that's been tossed his way...in life...in the game..."
The scene switches to the backseat of a taxi cab where Vince Jones sits alone and in silence as the cab manuvers its way the best it can through the mid afternoon traffic of New York.
"...So Kyle Northman...It turns out he the punk ass lined up for V at Mayhem. V don't know him. Jonesy neva met this cat before in his damn life; but, that change a damn thing about what's up. This mahfucka, Kyle Northman's, time comes soon enough. When that time comes you best believe that he's gonna be the first in line to experience "The Silencer in the UWA. So, Its back to the ring, the one place in life that V knows how it feels to be in charge of his destiny, to be in total control. What Jonesy 'bout to do to this Kyle Northman ain't gonna be personal. It ain't gonna be about settlin' any scores and shit. What it is gonna be is shit that gotta go down, strictly business..."
The cab comes to an abrupt halt.
Cab Driver: Vinnie J, end of the road, pal.
Vince Jones quickly breaks away from his meditative state of mind, whips out some bills, and hands them over to the cab driver.
Cab Driver: Good lookin' out, my man.
The cab driver nods his head in appreciation as Vince Jones quickly slips out of the cab and looks up at the building in front labeled "Hit Em Up Records" and just shakes his head.
Vince Jones: Why the hell we even here right now? That delusional ass bitch knows damn well she can't sing...
The camera slowly fades out and fades back into a hallway where Vince Jones can be seen walking alone, footsteps echoing with every step he takes. He passes by a door marked "Studio One". Vince grabs ahold of the handle and opens it. He steps inside to be greeted by what sounds like some awful, off-key singing. Vince regains his composure and spots the source of the awful racket, his girlfriend, Jasmine Shelley.
" And I'll love yooooooooooou!
Yes I'll love you baby for life
Gotta have you
Gotta grab you
Boy, I love yooooooooooooou!
Yes, I'll love you baby for life"
Vince immediately covers his ears and winces in pain at the sound of the horrendous singing voice. He looks up ahead and catches sight of a producer who also appears to be in pain as well. Sitting beside him is a rapper sporting some dreadlocks, a black Marc Ecko t-shirt, and blue jeans. He also covers his ears and whirls around in his seat and just shakes his head.
Rapper: Yo! I jus don't understand! This a fuckin' nightmare, man! Yo she got the looks. She got the vibe, the style, the boom boom pow and shit; but, this girl...
Producer: Ya don't even have to go any furtha, D-Nice. We on the same page here.
D-Nice throws his hands up in defeat.
D-Nice: Its just a damn shame, Ralph! I had a vision here, man!
Ralph, the producer, whirls around in his seat and spots Vince Jones standing near the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.
Ralph: CUT!!! Jazzy baby, take a break!
Jasmine hears this and ceases her squawking on the mic as the music is immediately shut down. Ralph lets out a sigh of relief at the oh so sweet sound of silence.
Ralph: Thank god!
Ralph quickly rises to his feet as well as D-Nice. Vince, D-Nice, and the producer all meet. Hands are offered to Vince to shake.
Ralph: So, how's life, Jonesy?
Vince refuses to shake either one of the hands and just glares back at the two of them.
Vince Jones: V ain't here to chit chat and shit, Ralphie! V here to talk to (points at Jasmine) that little tone deaf, songbird ova there! Now let's make that happen!
Ralph: Go right on ahead.
Ralph ushers Vince towards the sound room door, but D-Nice steps in front of him with a cheesy grin plastered across his face.
D-Nice: Sooo I heard you was back in the ring and all the otha night?
Vince Jones puts up a gloved hand up in the face of D-Nice.
Vince Jones: V ain't got time for the small talk, son! V's here for business right now! That's it! Save the ova the top fanboy shit for anotha time!
From inside the sound room Jasmine spots Vince standing outside and she immediately comes rushing out to greet her man with a hug and kiss filled with jubilance.
Jasmine: (smiling) Hey baby!! How are you?
Vince just looks down at her, totally unamused.
Vince Jones: Like always. Things are goin'...
Vince gently nudges her backwards, but she is totally unphased by his lack of affection. She just gazes up at him with the twinkling eyes of a child.
Jasmine: Did you get a chance to hear me singing???
Vince Jones: Uhhh yeah...
Jasmine: Oh my god! This sista is goin' places! Forget Beyonce, baby! Keyshia Cole can take a step to the side! Jennifer Hudson, who??? When D-Nice and I finish this track I'm gonna be blowin' up!
She turns towards Ralph and D-Nice who are trying their best to smile back at her. They both slowly give her the thumbs in unision to the approval of Jasmine. She points at Ralph and D-Nice.
Jasmine: They believe in me, V. They truly believe in me!
Vince sneers at the thought.
Vince Jones: Yeah...about that...V likes the fact that you holdin' it down and all on the mic; but, its about that time.
Jasmine: About that time for what???
Vince Jones: Its about that time for you to step away from the mic cuz yo man's got a gig with Unchained Wrestling in a few days and he can't go out there without "The Crown Jewel of Wrestling", now can he?
She cocks her head to the side and smiles brightly.
Jasmine: Yeah. That's a nice idea and all, but this right here is my dream. I love this...
She twirls around in merryment.
Jasmine: All of this, V.
She begins gazing upwards and Vince Jones places a hand over his face and begins shaking his head from side-to-side in disappointment with her.
Jasmine: I can just see it now. I could be like...I could be like Whitney Houston was...
Vince Jones: (rolling his eyes) She was a damn crackhead, Jasmine!
Jasmine: (turns and glares at Vince) Before she got strung out of course! (gazes upwards, smiling) Anyways, I could be a total role model for little girls all around, little girls that have a dream of some sort and are afraid to pursue it...
Vince begins cracking his knuckles in frustration.
Vince Jones: V got a dream right now! V dreamin' that you'd quit with all this sing songy fairytale bullshit so we can roll the hell on!
She totally ignores him and remains oblivious.
Jasmine: Yeah, but I'd be like their...like their wind beneath their wings. I'd be their inspiration to achieve anything and everything. We'd make appearances on Conan O'Brien and all the big talk shows. I'd have you change up that wardrobe of yours just a bit, just a lil more classy and all. We'd be hanging out with all the big stars. We would be ontop of the world...
Vince Jones: We about to be ontop of the world soon! Unchained Wrestling came callin' and Jonesy got a match against this Kyle Northman mahfucka! You and V (pounds his chest) got business to take care of again, V with the headbustin' and you with the lookin' like fine wine and shit!
Jasmine's smile quickly fades as she pauses in thought at Vince's words. Her bright smile quickly returns as she giggles to herself and places a gentle hand upon Vince's shoulder.
Jasmine: Unchained Wrestling?? Now that's wonderful, baby. I hope you do well with all of that, V. I'm sure they'll love ya.
Vince Jones: You mean us?? We leavin' for Cali in a few short days...
Jasmine: (shrugs) Yeah....about that. I'm sorry to break this to ya, baby; but, this is where I belong. Singing is my natural calling. Besides, you're a big man. You're "The Violence " Vince Jones, "The One Man Dynasty"," NYC's Most Rough, Rugged, and Raw", and whatnot. I believe in you, V. You'll be fine without me.
Vince reaches up to grab ahold of Jasmine's hand, but she quickly skips away towards the sound room door.
Vince Jones: Hold up!
She whirls around and faces Vince, D-Nice, and Ralph.
Jasmine: Sorry, V! I'm a working girl right now, making magic on the mic.
She blows Vince a kiss and then smiles at Ralph and D-Nice.
Jasmine: Ready, guys??
She scurries into the sound room and shuts the door tight. She gets behind the mic, puts her earphones on, and gives them all the thumbs up with a huge, ecstatic grin. D-Nice and Ralph shrug their shoulders in defeat as the go back to their working positions. Vince snarls, nearly boiling over in disgust and fury.
Vince Jones: So, you two really gonna go on with this shit, huh!??
Ralph: I mean...I don't really want to, but you see how she is about this whole thing. The girl really got her eyes set on being a star.
Vince Jones: (points at Jasmine) But she sorry as shit! You heard the girl's voice! She sound like somethin' dyin' in there!
D-Nice: Well, we can always find some otha girl to do the singing and we just put her on the cover of my album and have her in the music videos or something. I mean she got everything else that we're looking for, man.
Jasmine notices the three of them having a discussion in the studio and she becomes a bit impatient with the stalling. She begins snapping her fingers, anxious to begin.
Jasmine: I'm ready!!!! Let's do this!!!
The three of them turn towards Jasmine who giddily smiles back at the trio and waves. The three of them turn towards one another and let out a deep sigh. Ralph reaches for the control panel.
Vince Jones: Don't do this, man! V heard enough of her shit earlier! Don't you even think about turnin' that damn music on!
Ralph: (hesitantly) Look! I don't know if I've got the heart to be the bad guy on this one! I mean these otha chicks that come strollin' in here its so easy. This one....she's just too fragile.
Vince Jones: Like hell she fuckin' fragile!
D-Nice: But if she hears the truth its gonna break her...
Ralph: And besides she does have all her other assets. I mean the girl's still marketable.
Vince Jones: Pull the plug on her! V got things to do!
Ralph: Let's just give the girl one more go and hope for a miracle...
Ralph leans towards the mic.
Ralph: Its all you, Jazzy baby!
Vince Jones: You fuckin' serious?? Hope for a miracle!? She's hopeless!
They turn the beats on and the music starts playing to Jasmine's delight.
"From the first time I saw your face
From the first time I saw...
From the first I saw your face
From the first time I saw..."
Jasmine:
"Boy, you mean oh so much to me
You make my heart roar purposely
I couldn't imagine a moment
without you by my side..."
Vince glares at Jasmine who appears to be having the time of her life singing at the expense of everyone else around her who is listening. Vince immediately focuses his rage on Ralph who shrugs his shoulders in defeat.
Ralph: Okay! Maybe you were right. We can't salvage this one...
Vince Jones: Ya think?!?
The trio immediately cover their ears in unison.
Vince Jones: This some bullshit! V got a match in a few days and his girl up in a damn studio thinkin' she can sing and shit! V'd take a pack of fuckin' wolves that just been neutered ova this shit!
" And I'll love yooooooooooou!
Yes I'll love you baby for life
Gotta have you
Gotta grab you
Boy, I love yooooooooooooou!
Yes, I'll love you baby for life"
Ralph and D-Nice grin nervously at Vince.
Vince Jones: V can't take this shit no more! Get out the way!
Vince shoves Ralph and D-Nice to the side as Ralph turns off the music. Jasmine turns around in surprise at the sudden ceasing of the music.
Jasmine: What?? Is there something wrong??
Vince snatches a hold of the mic in front of him.
Vince Jones: Hell yeah there's something wrong!
Jasmine: Did the music swing off-key just now? What's wrong??
Vince Jones: Did the music swing off what??? Fuck no! You fuckin' off key! You couldn't find the damn key right now if it hit you in damn head like brick or somethin'!
Jasmine: (points to herself) MEEEEE?
Vince Jones: YES YOU!!! WHO THE FUCK ELSE IN THIS JOINT SINGING!??
Jasmine: (in fury) V stop this! Just stop it! Why are you trying to tear me down??
Vince Jones: STOP??? THAT'S WHAT'S BEEN GOING THROUGH V'S MIND THE WHOLE TIME YOU'VE BEEN CALLING YOURSELF SINGING!!
Jasmine: (towards D-Nice and Ralph) Tell him to stop, guys!
D-Nice: Well....
Jasmine: Oh! I know what this is all about, V! Hatas gonna hate, right??
Ralph: I mean...Jasmine, you could use a little fine tuning on your talents.
Vince Jones: (to Ralph) Nah! Fuck that shit!
Vince grabs a hold of the mic again and glares back at Jasmine who is just gazing back at them in utter shock.
Vince Jones: BITCH, YOU CAN'T SING!! RETIRE THAT SHIT!!! DON'T EVEN TRY!!! Now get the hell out that damn booth and let's get the hell on!
Jasmine folds her arms across her chest and pouts.
Jasmine: But I can sing, V! You just don't believe in me! You're always trying to get me to toss my dreams to the side for anything that has to do with you! Well, this is the last time! You hear me?? The last time!!! I am going to keep on singing whether you like it or not!
Vince Jones: Yo, you serious??
Vince turns towards D-Nice and Ralph in utter disbelief
Vince Jones: This bitch just don't get it! We got a stupid one on our hands here!
D-Nice: (shrugs) Well, you tried!
Vince Jones: Fuck that! Blast that bitch with her own shit! If that triflin' ass singing of hers don't open her damn eyes than she prolly cracked out or somethin', man!
Ralph hears this and his eyes light up with delight as he shakes his head in agreement.
Ralph: Now that's an idea...
Ralph begins playing a recording of Jasmine's own singing for her to hear at full blast.
" And I'll love yooooooooooou!
Yes I'll love you baby for life
Gotta have you
Gotta grab you
Boy, I love yooooooooooooou!
Yes, I'll love you baby for life"
Jasmine instantly begins to shutter and drops to her knees at the sound of her own singing voice and covers her ears in pain and agony.
Vince Jones: How you like that shit, huh?
Jasmine: OH MY GOD!! TURN IT OFF!!!
Ralph turns the recording off.
Jasmine: What was that?? That was god awful!!
Vince Jones: Its you! BITCH, YOU CAN'T SING!!! Now enough of this shit! Let's get the hell outta this joint!
Jasmine lowers her head in shame and begins to tear up and cry.
Jasmine: (softly sobbing) But...I thought I had what it took....
Ralph and D-Nice watch her and feel ashamed to see her cry. Vince Jones just watches her in impatience, totally unmoved by her outpouring of emotion.
Jasmine: I thought....I thought I could make it...
Vince Jones: Jasmine, get yo self togetha! We gotta get outta here!!!
Jasmine: (sobbing) ...Biggie's momma...his momma told him when he was a little boy that...if you have a dream hold onto it real tight...because the sky's the limit.
Vince snarls at Jasmine's pandering for pity as he bursts through the sound room door, snatches her by her arm, and yanks her up to her feet.
Vince Jones: Hell fuckin' no! Sky's nowhere near yo level! You ground zero! Now V tired of all this bullshit! C'mon! We out this bitch! V got more important biz to be taking care !
Vince drags his girlfriend along behind her and storms out the sound room with Ralph and D-Nice quietly watching.
D-Nice: Good luck??
Vince Jones: Yeah! Whateva!
Vince totally ignores him as he exits the studio and slams the door behind him. D-Nice and Ralph appear a bit relieved upon their exit.
Ralph: Well...
D-Nice: That was was somethin'...
Ralph: She didn't have a voice, but she sure was a fine piece of ass.
D-Nice: No doubt. So, what we do now?
Ralph: (shrugging) On to the next one??
D-Nice: (smiles) On to the next one...
Ralph quickly reaches into his pocket and whips out his cellphone.
Ralph: I wonder if that Lisa is still hanging around...
The camera slowly fades to black.
"Its been a long time....a helluva long time comin' but V. Jones finally got his mind set on steppin' back in that ring again..."
The camera slowly fades into the hallway outside of Reno Banks' office where we last left Vince Jones. He shuts the door behind him and is about to walk away, but suddenly stops in his place and gazes down at the folder marked "UWA" in utter curiousity, lost and trapped in a daze of some sort.
"...We walked away from it all for awhile. We thought we were done and shit, but can you eva really walk away? Can ya? What is it about the damn game that keeps ya hooked? "
The scene switches to a gym where we catch sight of Vince Jones decked out in Nike athletic wear pounding a heavy bag with his trainer and friend, Cole, by his side urging him to keep firing away. Heavy streams of sweat pour down his face leaving him soaked but satisfied.
" You give it your all..."
Vince Jones can now be seen in a ring sparring with Cole. Cole takes quick swing at Vince with a padded hand; but, Vince immediately ducks under the shot, and tackles him to the mat for what could have easily been a ground and pound situation.
"You practically give this damn sport every damn thing you gots to give. And for what?? It's like it takes.. takes...takes... and takes some more..."
The scene switches to a locker room where Vince Jones can be seen leaning forward and resting his head against a locker in recovery from his daily workout. Cole pats him on the back and walks away leaving Vince alone to himself.
"...After all the endless giving you sometimes feel like you barely got anything left for the taking at all; but, deep down inside you've come to the conclusion that that's just the way its supposed to be in this relationship. Fifty fifty's what they say; but, it ain't even close. So, what keeps Jonesy comin' back? What is it? Is this what the crack fiend feels like? Is that how it is? Yo you get that lil taste and it feels good. It feels great..."
The scene switches to a trainer's office where Vince Jones is getting an ankle taped up from a minor setback during one of his training sessions. Vince momentarily winces in slight agony as the trainer on duty wrapping Vince's ankle happens to catch him in a vulnerable spot.
"...But in the end it turns out that this the kinda shit that can totally tear a man apart, leavin' ya feelin' like an empty vessel or somethin'. It ain't good for ya, not at all...
The scene switches to hot tub where Vince Jones is seen leaning back, savoring the warmth of the water as it constantly bubbles and gently strokes and massages every inch of his aching body.
"...but, for whateva reason there's just somethin' about it that keeps ya comin' back for more. In all the time V been doin' this shit its still almost hard to put into words what that thing realy is..."
The scene now switches to a professional photography studio where Vince Jones stands still decked out in his trademark all-black urban styled wrestling gear. The photographer directs Vince's every pose and with each pose the photographer tries his best to capture the very essence of Vince Jones for all potential viewers. Vince sneers at the camera, eyes concealed by his trademark dark shades and mind effortlessly racing in anticipation for March 24th, 2014.
" Is it the money? Is it the moments in the limelight and shit? What is it?"
The scene switches to a radio studio where Vince Jones and Reno Banks can be seen sitting side by side and mic'd up for a radio show interview. Reno Banks appears to be at his absolute best savoring the thought of having so many local New York wrestling fans and more hanging on his every word. Vince Jones at this particular time appears not so thrilled with this perceived waste of time.
"Its hard to say, but at the same time so easy. Ya know. Afta you've been doin' whateva, wheneva you just wanna make someone, anyone pay. You just wanna let it all out. You just wanna bring a mahfucka to his knees sometimes. The world a funny place. Despite how much you wanna feel like you got control, that don't mean shit in the grand scheme of things. From the beginning of V's life 'til now he's put up with a whole helluva lot of shit that's been tossed his way...in life...in the game..."
The scene switches to the backseat of a taxi cab where Vince Jones sits alone and in silence as the cab manuvers its way the best it can through the mid afternoon traffic of New York.
"...So Kyle Northman...It turns out he the punk ass lined up for V at Mayhem. V don't know him. Jonesy neva met this cat before in his damn life; but, that change a damn thing about what's up. This mahfucka, Kyle Northman's, time comes soon enough. When that time comes you best believe that he's gonna be the first in line to experience "The Silencer in the UWA. So, Its back to the ring, the one place in life that V knows how it feels to be in charge of his destiny, to be in total control. What Jonesy 'bout to do to this Kyle Northman ain't gonna be personal. It ain't gonna be about settlin' any scores and shit. What it is gonna be is shit that gotta go down, strictly business..."
The cab comes to an abrupt halt.
Cab Driver: Vinnie J, end of the road, pal.
Vince Jones quickly breaks away from his meditative state of mind, whips out some bills, and hands them over to the cab driver.
Cab Driver: Good lookin' out, my man.
The cab driver nods his head in appreciation as Vince Jones quickly slips out of the cab and looks up at the building in front labeled "Hit Em Up Records" and just shakes his head.
Vince Jones: Why the hell we even here right now? That delusional ass bitch knows damn well she can't sing...
The camera slowly fades out and fades back into a hallway where Vince Jones can be seen walking alone, footsteps echoing with every step he takes. He passes by a door marked "Studio One". Vince grabs ahold of the handle and opens it. He steps inside to be greeted by what sounds like some awful, off-key singing. Vince regains his composure and spots the source of the awful racket, his girlfriend, Jasmine Shelley.
" And I'll love yooooooooooou!
Yes I'll love you baby for life
Gotta have you
Gotta grab you
Boy, I love yooooooooooooou!
Yes, I'll love you baby for life"
Vince immediately covers his ears and winces in pain at the sound of the horrendous singing voice. He looks up ahead and catches sight of a producer who also appears to be in pain as well. Sitting beside him is a rapper sporting some dreadlocks, a black Marc Ecko t-shirt, and blue jeans. He also covers his ears and whirls around in his seat and just shakes his head.
Rapper: Yo! I jus don't understand! This a fuckin' nightmare, man! Yo she got the looks. She got the vibe, the style, the boom boom pow and shit; but, this girl...
Producer: Ya don't even have to go any furtha, D-Nice. We on the same page here.
D-Nice throws his hands up in defeat.
D-Nice: Its just a damn shame, Ralph! I had a vision here, man!
Ralph, the producer, whirls around in his seat and spots Vince Jones standing near the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.
Ralph: CUT!!! Jazzy baby, take a break!
Jasmine hears this and ceases her squawking on the mic as the music is immediately shut down. Ralph lets out a sigh of relief at the oh so sweet sound of silence.
Ralph: Thank god!
Ralph quickly rises to his feet as well as D-Nice. Vince, D-Nice, and the producer all meet. Hands are offered to Vince to shake.
Ralph: So, how's life, Jonesy?
Vince refuses to shake either one of the hands and just glares back at the two of them.
Vince Jones: V ain't here to chit chat and shit, Ralphie! V here to talk to (points at Jasmine) that little tone deaf, songbird ova there! Now let's make that happen!
Ralph: Go right on ahead.
Ralph ushers Vince towards the sound room door, but D-Nice steps in front of him with a cheesy grin plastered across his face.
D-Nice: Sooo I heard you was back in the ring and all the otha night?
Vince Jones puts up a gloved hand up in the face of D-Nice.
Vince Jones: V ain't got time for the small talk, son! V's here for business right now! That's it! Save the ova the top fanboy shit for anotha time!
From inside the sound room Jasmine spots Vince standing outside and she immediately comes rushing out to greet her man with a hug and kiss filled with jubilance.
Jasmine: (smiling) Hey baby!! How are you?
Vince just looks down at her, totally unamused.
Vince Jones: Like always. Things are goin'...
Vince gently nudges her backwards, but she is totally unphased by his lack of affection. She just gazes up at him with the twinkling eyes of a child.
Jasmine: Did you get a chance to hear me singing???
Vince Jones: Uhhh yeah...
Jasmine: Oh my god! This sista is goin' places! Forget Beyonce, baby! Keyshia Cole can take a step to the side! Jennifer Hudson, who??? When D-Nice and I finish this track I'm gonna be blowin' up!
She turns towards Ralph and D-Nice who are trying their best to smile back at her. They both slowly give her the thumbs in unision to the approval of Jasmine. She points at Ralph and D-Nice.
Jasmine: They believe in me, V. They truly believe in me!
Vince sneers at the thought.
Vince Jones: Yeah...about that...V likes the fact that you holdin' it down and all on the mic; but, its about that time.
Jasmine: About that time for what???
Vince Jones: Its about that time for you to step away from the mic cuz yo man's got a gig with Unchained Wrestling in a few days and he can't go out there without "The Crown Jewel of Wrestling", now can he?
She cocks her head to the side and smiles brightly.
Jasmine: Yeah. That's a nice idea and all, but this right here is my dream. I love this...
She twirls around in merryment.
Jasmine: All of this, V.
She begins gazing upwards and Vince Jones places a hand over his face and begins shaking his head from side-to-side in disappointment with her.
Jasmine: I can just see it now. I could be like...I could be like Whitney Houston was...
Vince Jones: (rolling his eyes) She was a damn crackhead, Jasmine!
Jasmine: (turns and glares at Vince) Before she got strung out of course! (gazes upwards, smiling) Anyways, I could be a total role model for little girls all around, little girls that have a dream of some sort and are afraid to pursue it...
Vince begins cracking his knuckles in frustration.
Vince Jones: V got a dream right now! V dreamin' that you'd quit with all this sing songy fairytale bullshit so we can roll the hell on!
She totally ignores him and remains oblivious.
Jasmine: Yeah, but I'd be like their...like their wind beneath their wings. I'd be their inspiration to achieve anything and everything. We'd make appearances on Conan O'Brien and all the big talk shows. I'd have you change up that wardrobe of yours just a bit, just a lil more classy and all. We'd be hanging out with all the big stars. We would be ontop of the world...
Vince Jones: We about to be ontop of the world soon! Unchained Wrestling came callin' and Jonesy got a match against this Kyle Northman mahfucka! You and V (pounds his chest) got business to take care of again, V with the headbustin' and you with the lookin' like fine wine and shit!
Jasmine's smile quickly fades as she pauses in thought at Vince's words. Her bright smile quickly returns as she giggles to herself and places a gentle hand upon Vince's shoulder.
Jasmine: Unchained Wrestling?? Now that's wonderful, baby. I hope you do well with all of that, V. I'm sure they'll love ya.
Vince Jones: You mean us?? We leavin' for Cali in a few short days...
Jasmine: (shrugs) Yeah....about that. I'm sorry to break this to ya, baby; but, this is where I belong. Singing is my natural calling. Besides, you're a big man. You're "The Violence " Vince Jones, "The One Man Dynasty"," NYC's Most Rough, Rugged, and Raw", and whatnot. I believe in you, V. You'll be fine without me.
Vince reaches up to grab ahold of Jasmine's hand, but she quickly skips away towards the sound room door.
Vince Jones: Hold up!
She whirls around and faces Vince, D-Nice, and Ralph.
Jasmine: Sorry, V! I'm a working girl right now, making magic on the mic.
She blows Vince a kiss and then smiles at Ralph and D-Nice.
Jasmine: Ready, guys??
She scurries into the sound room and shuts the door tight. She gets behind the mic, puts her earphones on, and gives them all the thumbs up with a huge, ecstatic grin. D-Nice and Ralph shrug their shoulders in defeat as the go back to their working positions. Vince snarls, nearly boiling over in disgust and fury.
Vince Jones: So, you two really gonna go on with this shit, huh!??
Ralph: I mean...I don't really want to, but you see how she is about this whole thing. The girl really got her eyes set on being a star.
Vince Jones: (points at Jasmine) But she sorry as shit! You heard the girl's voice! She sound like somethin' dyin' in there!
D-Nice: Well, we can always find some otha girl to do the singing and we just put her on the cover of my album and have her in the music videos or something. I mean she got everything else that we're looking for, man.
Jasmine notices the three of them having a discussion in the studio and she becomes a bit impatient with the stalling. She begins snapping her fingers, anxious to begin.
Jasmine: I'm ready!!!! Let's do this!!!
The three of them turn towards Jasmine who giddily smiles back at the trio and waves. The three of them turn towards one another and let out a deep sigh. Ralph reaches for the control panel.
Vince Jones: Don't do this, man! V heard enough of her shit earlier! Don't you even think about turnin' that damn music on!
Ralph: (hesitantly) Look! I don't know if I've got the heart to be the bad guy on this one! I mean these otha chicks that come strollin' in here its so easy. This one....she's just too fragile.
Vince Jones: Like hell she fuckin' fragile!
D-Nice: But if she hears the truth its gonna break her...
Ralph: And besides she does have all her other assets. I mean the girl's still marketable.
Vince Jones: Pull the plug on her! V got things to do!
Ralph: Let's just give the girl one more go and hope for a miracle...
Ralph leans towards the mic.
Ralph: Its all you, Jazzy baby!
Vince Jones: You fuckin' serious?? Hope for a miracle!? She's hopeless!
They turn the beats on and the music starts playing to Jasmine's delight.
"From the first time I saw your face
From the first time I saw...
From the first I saw your face
From the first time I saw..."
Jasmine:
"Boy, you mean oh so much to me
You make my heart roar purposely
I couldn't imagine a moment
without you by my side..."
Vince glares at Jasmine who appears to be having the time of her life singing at the expense of everyone else around her who is listening. Vince immediately focuses his rage on Ralph who shrugs his shoulders in defeat.
Ralph: Okay! Maybe you were right. We can't salvage this one...
Vince Jones: Ya think?!?
The trio immediately cover their ears in unison.
Vince Jones: This some bullshit! V got a match in a few days and his girl up in a damn studio thinkin' she can sing and shit! V'd take a pack of fuckin' wolves that just been neutered ova this shit!
" And I'll love yooooooooooou!
Yes I'll love you baby for life
Gotta have you
Gotta grab you
Boy, I love yooooooooooooou!
Yes, I'll love you baby for life"
Ralph and D-Nice grin nervously at Vince.
Vince Jones: V can't take this shit no more! Get out the way!
Vince shoves Ralph and D-Nice to the side as Ralph turns off the music. Jasmine turns around in surprise at the sudden ceasing of the music.
Jasmine: What?? Is there something wrong??
Vince snatches a hold of the mic in front of him.
Vince Jones: Hell yeah there's something wrong!
Jasmine: Did the music swing off-key just now? What's wrong??
Vince Jones: Did the music swing off what??? Fuck no! You fuckin' off key! You couldn't find the damn key right now if it hit you in damn head like brick or somethin'!
Jasmine: (points to herself) MEEEEE?
Vince Jones: YES YOU!!! WHO THE FUCK ELSE IN THIS JOINT SINGING!??
Jasmine: (in fury) V stop this! Just stop it! Why are you trying to tear me down??
Vince Jones: STOP??? THAT'S WHAT'S BEEN GOING THROUGH V'S MIND THE WHOLE TIME YOU'VE BEEN CALLING YOURSELF SINGING!!
Jasmine: (towards D-Nice and Ralph) Tell him to stop, guys!
D-Nice: Well....
Jasmine: Oh! I know what this is all about, V! Hatas gonna hate, right??
Ralph: I mean...Jasmine, you could use a little fine tuning on your talents.
Vince Jones: (to Ralph) Nah! Fuck that shit!
Vince grabs a hold of the mic again and glares back at Jasmine who is just gazing back at them in utter shock.
Vince Jones: BITCH, YOU CAN'T SING!! RETIRE THAT SHIT!!! DON'T EVEN TRY!!! Now get the hell out that damn booth and let's get the hell on!
Jasmine folds her arms across her chest and pouts.
Jasmine: But I can sing, V! You just don't believe in me! You're always trying to get me to toss my dreams to the side for anything that has to do with you! Well, this is the last time! You hear me?? The last time!!! I am going to keep on singing whether you like it or not!
Vince Jones: Yo, you serious??
Vince turns towards D-Nice and Ralph in utter disbelief
Vince Jones: This bitch just don't get it! We got a stupid one on our hands here!
D-Nice: (shrugs) Well, you tried!
Vince Jones: Fuck that! Blast that bitch with her own shit! If that triflin' ass singing of hers don't open her damn eyes than she prolly cracked out or somethin', man!
Ralph hears this and his eyes light up with delight as he shakes his head in agreement.
Ralph: Now that's an idea...
Ralph begins playing a recording of Jasmine's own singing for her to hear at full blast.
" And I'll love yooooooooooou!
Yes I'll love you baby for life
Gotta have you
Gotta grab you
Boy, I love yooooooooooooou!
Yes, I'll love you baby for life"
Jasmine instantly begins to shutter and drops to her knees at the sound of her own singing voice and covers her ears in pain and agony.
Vince Jones: How you like that shit, huh?
Jasmine: OH MY GOD!! TURN IT OFF!!!
Ralph turns the recording off.
Jasmine: What was that?? That was god awful!!
Vince Jones: Its you! BITCH, YOU CAN'T SING!!! Now enough of this shit! Let's get the hell outta this joint!
Jasmine lowers her head in shame and begins to tear up and cry.
Jasmine: (softly sobbing) But...I thought I had what it took....
Ralph and D-Nice watch her and feel ashamed to see her cry. Vince Jones just watches her in impatience, totally unmoved by her outpouring of emotion.
Jasmine: I thought....I thought I could make it...
Vince Jones: Jasmine, get yo self togetha! We gotta get outta here!!!
Jasmine: (sobbing) ...Biggie's momma...his momma told him when he was a little boy that...if you have a dream hold onto it real tight...because the sky's the limit.
Vince snarls at Jasmine's pandering for pity as he bursts through the sound room door, snatches her by her arm, and yanks her up to her feet.
Vince Jones: Hell fuckin' no! Sky's nowhere near yo level! You ground zero! Now V tired of all this bullshit! C'mon! We out this bitch! V got more important biz to be taking care !
Vince drags his girlfriend along behind her and storms out the sound room with Ralph and D-Nice quietly watching.
D-Nice: Good luck??
Vince Jones: Yeah! Whateva!
Vince totally ignores him as he exits the studio and slams the door behind him. D-Nice and Ralph appear a bit relieved upon their exit.
Ralph: Well...
D-Nice: That was was somethin'...
Ralph: She didn't have a voice, but she sure was a fine piece of ass.
D-Nice: No doubt. So, what we do now?
Ralph: (shrugging) On to the next one??
D-Nice: (smiles) On to the next one...
Ralph quickly reaches into his pocket and whips out his cellphone.
Ralph: I wonder if that Lisa is still hanging around...
The camera slowly fades to black.