Post by vincejones on Apr 17, 2014 2:24:35 GMT -6
April 12th, 2014
The camera slowly fades into the office of Reno Banks where he is seated at his desk with his back to the door and watching a few random clips on a flat screen t.v. All of a sudden there is an abrupt knock on the door which breaks the rather tranquil atmosphere.
Reno Banks: Door's open! C'mon on in!
The camera turns and catches site of the door as it opens revealing none other than Vince Jones. He immediately shuts the door behind him.
Vince Jones: Aiight Reno. What's the deal here...
Reno leans back in his chair and puts his hands behind his head.
Reno Banks: Ahhh Vince make yourself at home. Have a seat.
Vince slides over to Reno's desk a bit uneasy. He pulls up a chair and Reno whirls around in his chair and squaring up to possibly discuss some matters at hand with Vince.
Vince Jones: Well...what's up?
Reno grins as he leans forward towards Vince.
Reno Banks: Relax, Vince! How's the lovely Miss Jasmine Shelley doing?
Vince Jones: She cool...
Reno Banks: (nodding) That's good to hear. I'm assuming she's slowly falling back into line with where her whole place is in this whole operation of ours. Right?
Vince Jones: (slowly nodding) Yeah. Guess you could say that...wait! What's with all the small talk and shit?? V came here for a reason! We gonna get down to it or what?? You seen us not that long ago!
Reno throws his hands up and tries to calm Vince down.
Reno Banks: Easy there, Vince! Easy there! I know you wanna jump right into things; but, first I just wanted you to check out a new t.v spot that some of my most trusted people helped me put together recently.
Vince Jones: (in confusion) T.V spot?? For what??
Reno Banks: (shrugs) Well, I felt that...
Vince Jones: Reno, this shit betta not have anything else to do with that Trinity of Supremacy bullshit you were callin' yo self cookin' up a while back!
Reno Banks:(waving his hands) Oh, no, no, no, noooooooo!!! Not at all! This is a personal venture of my own here. (chuckles to himself) I know you weren't too keen on the whole Trinity of Supremacy deal. Don't worry about that. Anyways, I figured you're a trusted client of mine and I was just hoping to get your honest feedback on it. That's all.
Vince rolls his eyes and slumps back in his chair.
Vince Jones: Whateva, man!
Reno Banks: You can't rest on your laurels, Vince! I mean I'm "The Agent of the Stars" and all. I've got my name out there and around the scene; but, you've always gotta freshen things up a bit. Anyways, here it is. Check it out.
Reno snatches out a remote, points it towards the flat screen, and turns on the advertising clip. The ad slowly fades into view and we see an anonymous young man training hard in a small gym. He finishes his last rep of bench presses. He snatches up his towel as he slowly sits and slumps forward. The young man quickly wipes away the sweat from his face and looks up at the camera with a rather disgruntled look on his face.
Young man: Man, I feel like I've been training hard and doing whatever it takes to make it in the wresting business; but, nothing seems to be going my way. Will I ever catch my big break??
All of a sudden a gym trainer passes by and overhears the young man's gripes. He immediately stops in his tracks, turns and faces the young man.
Trainer: Oh, so I'm hearing you wanna make it big in the wrestling biz, kid? Well, if that's the case you should really think about giving this guy I know a call. He could be exactly what you need to go from the small time to prime time in no time.
The trainer shoots the young man a rather cheesy smile.
Young man: Really??
Trainer: Oh you bet. Matter of fact I've got a business card of his right here.
The trainer reaches into his pocket and whips out a small business card that appears to start glowing and hands it over to the young man. The young man graciously accepts the business card and immediately reads over it as the trainer strolls away . The camera changes angles and catches sight of the business card the young man has.
Young man: (reading) Reno Banks, "The Agent of the Stars"?
All of a sudden Reno Banks magically materializes into view wearing a snazzy, well-tailored, tan-colored, business suit with a matching fedora. The young man catches sight of Reno and is totally awestruck by his glowing presence.
Young man: Are you...
Reno Banks: (nods) Ya got that right! Reno Banks "The Agent of the Stars" at your service...
Reno tips his hat to the young man.
Reno Banks: So, I hear you wanna make it into the big leagues, huh? Is that right?
Young man: Oh, you betcha!
Reno cups his chin as a rather smug look appears across his face.
Reno Banks: Well, if you think you're truly ready to get your career off the ground and soaring...(high pitched voice) SKY HIGH...(normal voice) then look no further! You've found your man!
The scene quickly switches to light blue backdrop where Reno Banks is scene facing the camera with a sly grin on his face.
Reno Banks: That's right, people! If you feel as though you could be the next big thing in wrestling and you're ready to take your career to the next level dial the number at the bottom of your screen...1-900-(high pitched voice) SKY-HIGH (normal voice) and my people will quickly set you up with a one-on-one sit down interview with yours truly (points to himself) Reno Banks "The Agent of the Stars" and I'll truly make it my business to get you up and rolling to the next level in no time. So, write it down, dial it, but whateva you do don't neglect it, baby because Reno Banks is here for you (points at the camera) and ready to get your career soaring!
Announcer: That's 1-900-SKY-HIGH! Call now! (low and quickly spoken) Reno Banks has a proven track record as a wrestling agent, but no absolute level of career growth is guaranteed. Results may vary.
The screen slowly fades to black as the advertisement comes to a close. The scene switches back to the office of Reno Banks where Vince Jones is still slumped back in his chair totally expressing his disinterest with Reno Banks' advertisement. Reno whirls back around in his chair with a large grin plastered across his face totally delighted with the possibly completed advertisement.
Reno Banks: Well??
Vince just shakes his head showing his absolute disinterest.
Vince Jones: Well...
Reno Banks: What do ya think of it, Vince?
Vince cocks his head to the side.
Vince Jones: You really wanna know?
Reno Banks: Well, if I didn't I wouldn't have asked. So, what's your impression of it?
Vince slowly leans forward in his chair and just shakes his head at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: Its some cheesy ass shit, Reno!
Reno Banks: (in disbelief) Cheesy?? What's so cheesy about it? I thought they did a great job of capturing the whole essence and mystique that makes me who I am.
Vince Jones: (laughing to himself) Yooooo, really?? You got glowing business cards? You poppin' out of thin air and shit like you some fuckin' wizard or some shit?? Was all that supposed to be an agent advertisement or some fantasy bullshit? Cuz that's all it looked like to V!
Reno leans back in his chair a bit taken back by Vince's extremely honest critique of his t.v spot and just shakes his head in disappointment.
Reno Banks: Mr. Jones, there is something that you're missing here with this. Sometimes its not necessarily about the imagery or the message but whether or not its memorable. Yes, the glowing business card and myself materializing onto the scene may have been a tad over the top; but, those are the kinds of things that stick out in your mind. They reel you in...
Vince Jones: Its still cheesy...
Reno Banks: But its gonna work, Vince.
Vince Jones slumps back in his chair shaking his head in disappointment with Reno's advertisement.
Reno Banks: Its still a work in progress. So...
Vince Jones: So...
Reno Banks: Let's just change the subject a bit. Shall we? How did your brother and his girlfriend enjoy the night out in Seattle? I mean you all were supposedly slated to have a great time out together. Right?
Vince nods.
Reno Banks: Right??
Vince Jones: (irritated) Right, Reno! Damn, man!
Reno Banks: (slyly grinning) Why so edgy, Vince? If it was a great time you had it was a great time. So, you wanna go into any details about how great of a time you and your brother, Keshawn had that night?
Vince Jones: It was somethin' else...
Reno Banks: Oh, is that so?? It was somethin' else... Now are you sure there isn't anything else that you might wanna tell me about your night out together?
Vince Jones: (shaking his head) No! Why you askin' so many damn questions right now, huh?? Are we gonna get down to fuckin' business today or what? Enough with all the twenty-one questions bullshit!
Reno Banks: (shrugs) Well, I was just a little curious. That's all. Can't a guy like me be a little curious about whether or not one of his clients had a great night out on the town or not? I mean we've known each other for quite awhile now...
Vince Jones: What you gettin' at, huh?
Reno Banks: (shrugs) Well, I don't know. I mean I kinda left Monday Night Mayhem that night and decided to go back to the hotel and try my best to chill out a bit. I mean I was really adamant about talking with you the other night about our plans; but, I felt that if you and the gang were having a great time out then maybe I should try and relax for a change too. So, I had a drink. I decided to watch a little t.v. I'm flipping through the channels and I happen to run across the Seattle news. Supposedly they were reporting about (with strong emphasis) a brawl that had broken out inside the Trinity night club that night!
Vince Jones: And? Its Seattle! Its a big city! Shit like that prolly happens all the damn time! You goin' somewhere with all this cuz if you not we oughta move on here!
Reno throws a hand up motioning for Vince to remain chill.
Reno Banks: Now hold on, Vince. It gets betta. Trust me on this. Oh, it gets a whole lot betta! Now I'm sitting in front of the t.v, I'm hearing all this, and I start thinking to myself (cups his chin dramatically) "Wow! Now isn't that the same club Vince, Keshawn, and the girls ran off to that night?" Now Seattle's a big place, Vince; but, could it really be that small of a world out there? I mean what a coincidence! Right??
Vince Jones: Maybe so...
Reno Banks: Oh, there's more, Vinnie! So, I'm watching the live news report and I could've swore that I saw two guys that looked just like yourself and your brother going at it with a mob of bouncers outside as the cops show up to drag everyone off. Call me crazy; but, the resemblances were pretty uncanny....
Vince Jones: (rolling his eyes) Really...
Reno Banks: Oh, my sentiments exactly! I'm thinking the same thing you're thinking right now. But me being the eternal optimist that I am I just figured that maybe I was mistaken. So, I call it a night. Then, the next morning before I'm boarding my flight back to New York I'm reading the newspaper...
Vince Jones: The newspaper, huh?
Reno Banks: Oh yeah...the newspaper! Just so happens to be this particular newspaper as a matter of fact, Vince.
Reno reaches into a desk drawer and whips out a Seattle newspaper and flips it over to the front cover where there is a picture of Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones struggling with the Seattle police right outside of Trinity nightclub in Seattle. Above the picture is a headline that reads "Wrestlers Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones Go Wild in Seattle Nightclub".Vince nods his head in approval, a bit impressed with making the front page news. His attitude quickly switches over to absolute discontent
Vince Jones: Reno, you don't even know the half of it right now, man! You don't even know!
Reno slaps the newspaper down on the desktop and just shakes his head in disgust as his semi-playful tone slowly grows serious.
Reno Banks: Do I dare even ask? I mean I told you to try your very best to stay out of trouble and what happens? I'm seeing your picture on the damn front page of a Seattle newspaper after an all-out brawl at a nightclub?? That's bad publicity, Vince! I hope you know that! Those are the kinda things that can put you on the outs with a wrestling federation! I hope you understand that!
Reno slaps his hands on the desktop, leans backwards, and just rolls his eyes.
Reno Banks: Who am I kidding? You should be a total expert by now at what kind of repercussions can come along with unprofessional behavior in your down time! Right, Vince?
Vince Jones: Hey! We were cool at first! KJ and I had no issues whatsoeva, man!
Reno Banks: (waving his hand back and forth emphatically) No, no, nooo! I don't have time for the excuses, Vinnie! Do you understand how much sleep I lose for you and all the rest of my clients? Well do ya?? You don't even understand! You just don't get it, Vince! I go through hell and high water for you, Vince! I'm the guy making things happen for you in so many ways! You can't even imagine! You just don't know!
Vince hops up to his feet and slams his fist on the table.
Vince Jones: Look, V ain't the type of guy that's gonna be fuckin' disrespected and shit! Aiight??
Reno Banks: I don't wanna hear about you being disrespected!
Vince Jones: Nah, Reno! Those two clowns we popped off were screwin' around with our women, Jasmine and Lela! What man gonna put up with some shit like that, huh?? Don't even lie! That shit is raw and (points at Reno) you know that!
Reno Banks puts both of his hands down on the desk, leans forward, and begins addressing him a more deliberate yet stern tone.
Reno Banks: You are a professional wrestler, Vince! You have a name! You are a brand! People see you all the time! You help to put asses in seats in the UWA! I don't know if you understand how all of this works! When a guy like you who is in the public eye starts drawing negative attention to yourself your profitability starts to take a plunge! Therefore I don't need to see or hear of you getting in trouble outside of the damn ring! You understand me? Do you fuckin' underst...
Vince immediately reaches and snatches Reno by the tie and jerks him forward totally shocking Reno. Vince begins speaking in a rather deliberate and forceful tone of his own.
Vince Jones: Now you listen to me you son of a mahfuckin' bitch! V could give a damn about profitability, the brand, or any of that shit you talkin' about! V gonna do what he gonna do! And if that means knockin' some mahfuckas around that feel the need to disrespect Jonesy and his damn bruh in the fuckin' public then that shit's goin' down! Get it! Got it!? Good!
Reno's face is practically turning red as Vince finally releases him from his grasp and shoves him backwards into his desk chair. Reno readjusts his tie and tries to regain his composure as Vince slowly calms down and sits back in his respective chair as well.
Reno Banks: (coughing) Well....
Vince Jones: You should know betta than anyone how the fuck V operates and shit, Reno!
Reno gasps for breath momentarily and finally gets himself back in sync as he clears his throat.
Reno Banks: I understand. I understand, Vince. We're cool here. We're cool...I'm sorry.
Vince Jones: Aiight...
Reno Banks: Well...now that I guess we've cleared all the tension...
Vince Jones: What? We finally gonna talk business here?
Reno Banks: ( in a calm tone) Well, let me finish my thoughts first. What I was trying to explain to you is that stunts like you and your brothers shenanigans at that Seattle nightclub just don't fly too well. That kinda stuff doesn't necessarily sit well with wrestling promoters, Vince.
Vince Jones: Look, V ain't got time for all this bullshit, man!
Reno slowly leans forward and tries to speak in as calm a manner as possible.
Reno Banks: Just listen to me for a moment. You (points at Vince) and I (points at himself) have been through thick and thin togetha. We're practically family here. Take that spat we just had there for instance. Tempers flared. Things were at the boiling point; but, after all of that we're still here. You and I have had our share of issues, disagreements and whatnot over time; but, we're still here. You hearing me Vince?
Vince slowly nods in agreement as he leans back in his chair and relaxes a bit.
Reno Banks: Are we on the same level here?
Vince Jones: (nodding) We here, Reno....
Reno Banks: Good. Now I need you to understand one thing. UWA took a gamble on you...
Vince Jones sits up eyes Reno in disbelief at his statement.
Vince Jones: A gamble? What gamble? You said it yo self! Jonesy puts asses in seats, man! Always has and always will! Its a known fact! So what's the big deal, huh?? Where's the gamble at?
Reno Banks: Volatility, (points at Vince) your volatility, Vince. Guys like you are always considered high risks. Ya see when a high risk and volatile guy like yourself gets himself into trouble you start wondering if the guy's worth the risk from the business side of things. Do I invest in a guy like this? Do I really wanna stay behind a guy that could have his ass sitting behind bars in a heartbeat because he can't manage to keep it together sometimes?
Vince Jones leans forward and takes special interest in Reno's words.
Reno Banks: Ahhh...I see I've got your full attention now. Now what I was trying to say is that you are extremely combustible. So, with all of that said could we please try to be on our best behavior from here on out, Vince? Can you do that for me?
Vince remains quiet and nods his head.
Reno Banks: Now can we also try to focus on the upcoming task at hand as well?
Vince Jones lifts his shades from off his eyes and sneers at the thought.
Vince Jones: You fuckin' playin' here if you talkin' 'bout that Skyla chick at Spring Slaughta, man...
Reno Banks: (nods) Yes, I'm talking about Skylar.
Vince Jones: Get the fuck outta here with that shit! Any chick is as good as done the second she steps in that damn ring with a man like V, Reno! You know that! Why you even wastin' V's time with that shit, huh?
Reno Banks: Because I'm the guy that's here to keep (points at Vince) you in line so that we don't see the unexpected happen out there. You got me? I'm here to keep you grounded.
Vince folds his arms across his chest and leans back in his chair with a look of disinterest all over his face.
Vince Jones: The unexpected, huh? Why is that even a thought?
Reno Banks: Because you never...
Vince Jones throws up a hand motioning for Reno to stop.
Vince Jones: Whooooooa! V's been doin' this damn wrestlin' thing for how the fuck long now??
Reno reaches in his desk drawer and whips out a small folder marked with the name "Skylar" and drops it on his desktop. Vince immediately spots the folder and just shakes his head in disappointment.
Reno Banks: I mean be my guest...
Vince snatches up the folder and rips it open to a page revealing a quick briefing of Skylar's stats. Vince glances over it in amusement.
Vince Jones: (reading) Five foot seven, one hundred and twenty-five pounds?? Get the fuck outta here with that shit, Reno!
Vince looks up at Reno and tries his best to contain himself.
Vince Jones: V be benchin' at least four times this chick's weight, man! How the hell you gonna expect this guy to take this chick serious, huh??
Reno Banks: Just be careful, Vince. I mean she slipped away with that win over that J-Shades guy at the show in Seattle. There's no telling what could happen out there. The lights come on and the adrenaline get pumping...
Vince Jones: Really, Reno?? Adrenaline?? You out yo damn mind if you thinkin' adrenaline gonna push that chick to take all this out! More like some crack or some shit and V doubt they got enough on one block to powa that kinda turbo charge this bitch gonna need to pull that kinda shit off! C'mon man...
Vince whips out a picture of Skylar Hansen and presents it to Reno rather emphatically.
Vince Jones: Bitch lookin' like that damn Avril Lavigne kid or somethin' here! So what part of this is supposed to have Jonesy worried at Spring Slaughta, huh? Answer that for V, Reno!
Reno sits there in silent thought and Vince tosses the picture of Skylar to side.
Reno Banks: Just take care of business, Vince! That's all that I ask. Try to remain focused.
Vince Jones: (rolls his eyes) Yeah, whateva...
Reno Banks: Anyways...I don't know if I've told you this or not; but, I was doing my due diligence and I ran across a guy who happens to be interested in having you as a guest for an interview on his online wrestling podcast.
Vince goes out of his way to make his disinterest with the idea absolutely clear.
Vince Jones: Oh, really...
Reno Banks: Yes, really. Might I add that after your little fiasco out at that nightclub you're gonna need to be pulling quite a few gigs of mine in order to make it up to me in the meantime.
Vince Jones: Damnit, Reno! You and these fuckin' gigs and shit! So, how much is this shit payin', huh??
Reno Banks: (slyly grins) Well, I mean its exposure and that's what we want, V. Right?
Vince Jones: Exposure don't pay for shit!
Reno Banks: Ah, but exposure leads to quite a few money making opportunities in due time. And that's why we want to get your name back out there as much as possible. We want people to really start to take notice of the fact that a guy like Vince Jones is back on the scene in the wrestling world and he's making quite the impact as of late. So, we'll be catching up with each other again in Oregon??
Reno smiles and Vince returns his smile with a look of fury.
Reno Banks: Oh, you'll warm up to the idea. Don't worry. Then when that's all said and done we're off to Spring Slaughta where you get the chance to really create a buzz with your presence and absolute dominance of lil miss Skyla. Right?
Vince Jones: Hmph! Its whateva, man!
Reno Banks and Vince Jones slowly rises to their feet and Reno extends his hand towards Vince.
Reno Banks: Good talk!
Vince shakes his hand and just nods.
Reno Banks: Have a nice day, Vinnie! And let's make some big things happen in Portland, Oregon!
Vince grumbles to himself as he turns and makes his way to the door. The camera slowly fades to black.
The camera slowly fades into the office of Reno Banks where he is seated at his desk with his back to the door and watching a few random clips on a flat screen t.v. All of a sudden there is an abrupt knock on the door which breaks the rather tranquil atmosphere.
Reno Banks: Door's open! C'mon on in!
The camera turns and catches site of the door as it opens revealing none other than Vince Jones. He immediately shuts the door behind him.
Vince Jones: Aiight Reno. What's the deal here...
Reno leans back in his chair and puts his hands behind his head.
Reno Banks: Ahhh Vince make yourself at home. Have a seat.
Vince slides over to Reno's desk a bit uneasy. He pulls up a chair and Reno whirls around in his chair and squaring up to possibly discuss some matters at hand with Vince.
Vince Jones: Well...what's up?
Reno grins as he leans forward towards Vince.
Reno Banks: Relax, Vince! How's the lovely Miss Jasmine Shelley doing?
Vince Jones: She cool...
Reno Banks: (nodding) That's good to hear. I'm assuming she's slowly falling back into line with where her whole place is in this whole operation of ours. Right?
Vince Jones: (slowly nodding) Yeah. Guess you could say that...wait! What's with all the small talk and shit?? V came here for a reason! We gonna get down to it or what?? You seen us not that long ago!
Reno throws his hands up and tries to calm Vince down.
Reno Banks: Easy there, Vince! Easy there! I know you wanna jump right into things; but, first I just wanted you to check out a new t.v spot that some of my most trusted people helped me put together recently.
Vince Jones: (in confusion) T.V spot?? For what??
Reno Banks: (shrugs) Well, I felt that...
Vince Jones: Reno, this shit betta not have anything else to do with that Trinity of Supremacy bullshit you were callin' yo self cookin' up a while back!
Reno Banks:(waving his hands) Oh, no, no, no, noooooooo!!! Not at all! This is a personal venture of my own here. (chuckles to himself) I know you weren't too keen on the whole Trinity of Supremacy deal. Don't worry about that. Anyways, I figured you're a trusted client of mine and I was just hoping to get your honest feedback on it. That's all.
Vince rolls his eyes and slumps back in his chair.
Vince Jones: Whateva, man!
Reno Banks: You can't rest on your laurels, Vince! I mean I'm "The Agent of the Stars" and all. I've got my name out there and around the scene; but, you've always gotta freshen things up a bit. Anyways, here it is. Check it out.
Reno snatches out a remote, points it towards the flat screen, and turns on the advertising clip. The ad slowly fades into view and we see an anonymous young man training hard in a small gym. He finishes his last rep of bench presses. He snatches up his towel as he slowly sits and slumps forward. The young man quickly wipes away the sweat from his face and looks up at the camera with a rather disgruntled look on his face.
Young man: Man, I feel like I've been training hard and doing whatever it takes to make it in the wresting business; but, nothing seems to be going my way. Will I ever catch my big break??
All of a sudden a gym trainer passes by and overhears the young man's gripes. He immediately stops in his tracks, turns and faces the young man.
Trainer: Oh, so I'm hearing you wanna make it big in the wrestling biz, kid? Well, if that's the case you should really think about giving this guy I know a call. He could be exactly what you need to go from the small time to prime time in no time.
The trainer shoots the young man a rather cheesy smile.
Young man: Really??
Trainer: Oh you bet. Matter of fact I've got a business card of his right here.
The trainer reaches into his pocket and whips out a small business card that appears to start glowing and hands it over to the young man. The young man graciously accepts the business card and immediately reads over it as the trainer strolls away . The camera changes angles and catches sight of the business card the young man has.
Young man: (reading) Reno Banks, "The Agent of the Stars"?
All of a sudden Reno Banks magically materializes into view wearing a snazzy, well-tailored, tan-colored, business suit with a matching fedora. The young man catches sight of Reno and is totally awestruck by his glowing presence.
Young man: Are you...
Reno Banks: (nods) Ya got that right! Reno Banks "The Agent of the Stars" at your service...
Reno tips his hat to the young man.
Reno Banks: So, I hear you wanna make it into the big leagues, huh? Is that right?
Young man: Oh, you betcha!
Reno cups his chin as a rather smug look appears across his face.
Reno Banks: Well, if you think you're truly ready to get your career off the ground and soaring...(high pitched voice) SKY HIGH...(normal voice) then look no further! You've found your man!
The scene quickly switches to light blue backdrop where Reno Banks is scene facing the camera with a sly grin on his face.
Reno Banks: That's right, people! If you feel as though you could be the next big thing in wrestling and you're ready to take your career to the next level dial the number at the bottom of your screen...1-900-(high pitched voice) SKY-HIGH (normal voice) and my people will quickly set you up with a one-on-one sit down interview with yours truly (points to himself) Reno Banks "The Agent of the Stars" and I'll truly make it my business to get you up and rolling to the next level in no time. So, write it down, dial it, but whateva you do don't neglect it, baby because Reno Banks is here for you (points at the camera) and ready to get your career soaring!
Announcer: That's 1-900-SKY-HIGH! Call now! (low and quickly spoken) Reno Banks has a proven track record as a wrestling agent, but no absolute level of career growth is guaranteed. Results may vary.
The screen slowly fades to black as the advertisement comes to a close. The scene switches back to the office of Reno Banks where Vince Jones is still slumped back in his chair totally expressing his disinterest with Reno Banks' advertisement. Reno whirls back around in his chair with a large grin plastered across his face totally delighted with the possibly completed advertisement.
Reno Banks: Well??
Vince just shakes his head showing his absolute disinterest.
Vince Jones: Well...
Reno Banks: What do ya think of it, Vince?
Vince cocks his head to the side.
Vince Jones: You really wanna know?
Reno Banks: Well, if I didn't I wouldn't have asked. So, what's your impression of it?
Vince slowly leans forward in his chair and just shakes his head at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: Its some cheesy ass shit, Reno!
Reno Banks: (in disbelief) Cheesy?? What's so cheesy about it? I thought they did a great job of capturing the whole essence and mystique that makes me who I am.
Vince Jones: (laughing to himself) Yooooo, really?? You got glowing business cards? You poppin' out of thin air and shit like you some fuckin' wizard or some shit?? Was all that supposed to be an agent advertisement or some fantasy bullshit? Cuz that's all it looked like to V!
Reno leans back in his chair a bit taken back by Vince's extremely honest critique of his t.v spot and just shakes his head in disappointment.
Reno Banks: Mr. Jones, there is something that you're missing here with this. Sometimes its not necessarily about the imagery or the message but whether or not its memorable. Yes, the glowing business card and myself materializing onto the scene may have been a tad over the top; but, those are the kinds of things that stick out in your mind. They reel you in...
Vince Jones: Its still cheesy...
Reno Banks: But its gonna work, Vince.
Vince Jones slumps back in his chair shaking his head in disappointment with Reno's advertisement.
Reno Banks: Its still a work in progress. So...
Vince Jones: So...
Reno Banks: Let's just change the subject a bit. Shall we? How did your brother and his girlfriend enjoy the night out in Seattle? I mean you all were supposedly slated to have a great time out together. Right?
Vince nods.
Reno Banks: Right??
Vince Jones: (irritated) Right, Reno! Damn, man!
Reno Banks: (slyly grinning) Why so edgy, Vince? If it was a great time you had it was a great time. So, you wanna go into any details about how great of a time you and your brother, Keshawn had that night?
Vince Jones: It was somethin' else...
Reno Banks: Oh, is that so?? It was somethin' else... Now are you sure there isn't anything else that you might wanna tell me about your night out together?
Vince Jones: (shaking his head) No! Why you askin' so many damn questions right now, huh?? Are we gonna get down to fuckin' business today or what? Enough with all the twenty-one questions bullshit!
Reno Banks: (shrugs) Well, I was just a little curious. That's all. Can't a guy like me be a little curious about whether or not one of his clients had a great night out on the town or not? I mean we've known each other for quite awhile now...
Vince Jones: What you gettin' at, huh?
Reno Banks: (shrugs) Well, I don't know. I mean I kinda left Monday Night Mayhem that night and decided to go back to the hotel and try my best to chill out a bit. I mean I was really adamant about talking with you the other night about our plans; but, I felt that if you and the gang were having a great time out then maybe I should try and relax for a change too. So, I had a drink. I decided to watch a little t.v. I'm flipping through the channels and I happen to run across the Seattle news. Supposedly they were reporting about (with strong emphasis) a brawl that had broken out inside the Trinity night club that night!
Vince Jones: And? Its Seattle! Its a big city! Shit like that prolly happens all the damn time! You goin' somewhere with all this cuz if you not we oughta move on here!
Reno throws a hand up motioning for Vince to remain chill.
Reno Banks: Now hold on, Vince. It gets betta. Trust me on this. Oh, it gets a whole lot betta! Now I'm sitting in front of the t.v, I'm hearing all this, and I start thinking to myself (cups his chin dramatically) "Wow! Now isn't that the same club Vince, Keshawn, and the girls ran off to that night?" Now Seattle's a big place, Vince; but, could it really be that small of a world out there? I mean what a coincidence! Right??
Vince Jones: Maybe so...
Reno Banks: Oh, there's more, Vinnie! So, I'm watching the live news report and I could've swore that I saw two guys that looked just like yourself and your brother going at it with a mob of bouncers outside as the cops show up to drag everyone off. Call me crazy; but, the resemblances were pretty uncanny....
Vince Jones: (rolling his eyes) Really...
Reno Banks: Oh, my sentiments exactly! I'm thinking the same thing you're thinking right now. But me being the eternal optimist that I am I just figured that maybe I was mistaken. So, I call it a night. Then, the next morning before I'm boarding my flight back to New York I'm reading the newspaper...
Vince Jones: The newspaper, huh?
Reno Banks: Oh yeah...the newspaper! Just so happens to be this particular newspaper as a matter of fact, Vince.
Reno reaches into a desk drawer and whips out a Seattle newspaper and flips it over to the front cover where there is a picture of Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones struggling with the Seattle police right outside of Trinity nightclub in Seattle. Above the picture is a headline that reads "Wrestlers Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones Go Wild in Seattle Nightclub".Vince nods his head in approval, a bit impressed with making the front page news. His attitude quickly switches over to absolute discontent
Vince Jones: Reno, you don't even know the half of it right now, man! You don't even know!
Reno slaps the newspaper down on the desktop and just shakes his head in disgust as his semi-playful tone slowly grows serious.
Reno Banks: Do I dare even ask? I mean I told you to try your very best to stay out of trouble and what happens? I'm seeing your picture on the damn front page of a Seattle newspaper after an all-out brawl at a nightclub?? That's bad publicity, Vince! I hope you know that! Those are the kinda things that can put you on the outs with a wrestling federation! I hope you understand that!
Reno slaps his hands on the desktop, leans backwards, and just rolls his eyes.
Reno Banks: Who am I kidding? You should be a total expert by now at what kind of repercussions can come along with unprofessional behavior in your down time! Right, Vince?
Vince Jones: Hey! We were cool at first! KJ and I had no issues whatsoeva, man!
Reno Banks: (waving his hand back and forth emphatically) No, no, nooo! I don't have time for the excuses, Vinnie! Do you understand how much sleep I lose for you and all the rest of my clients? Well do ya?? You don't even understand! You just don't get it, Vince! I go through hell and high water for you, Vince! I'm the guy making things happen for you in so many ways! You can't even imagine! You just don't know!
Vince hops up to his feet and slams his fist on the table.
Vince Jones: Look, V ain't the type of guy that's gonna be fuckin' disrespected and shit! Aiight??
Reno Banks: I don't wanna hear about you being disrespected!
Vince Jones: Nah, Reno! Those two clowns we popped off were screwin' around with our women, Jasmine and Lela! What man gonna put up with some shit like that, huh?? Don't even lie! That shit is raw and (points at Reno) you know that!
Reno Banks puts both of his hands down on the desk, leans forward, and begins addressing him a more deliberate yet stern tone.
Reno Banks: You are a professional wrestler, Vince! You have a name! You are a brand! People see you all the time! You help to put asses in seats in the UWA! I don't know if you understand how all of this works! When a guy like you who is in the public eye starts drawing negative attention to yourself your profitability starts to take a plunge! Therefore I don't need to see or hear of you getting in trouble outside of the damn ring! You understand me? Do you fuckin' underst...
Vince immediately reaches and snatches Reno by the tie and jerks him forward totally shocking Reno. Vince begins speaking in a rather deliberate and forceful tone of his own.
Vince Jones: Now you listen to me you son of a mahfuckin' bitch! V could give a damn about profitability, the brand, or any of that shit you talkin' about! V gonna do what he gonna do! And if that means knockin' some mahfuckas around that feel the need to disrespect Jonesy and his damn bruh in the fuckin' public then that shit's goin' down! Get it! Got it!? Good!
Reno's face is practically turning red as Vince finally releases him from his grasp and shoves him backwards into his desk chair. Reno readjusts his tie and tries to regain his composure as Vince slowly calms down and sits back in his respective chair as well.
Reno Banks: (coughing) Well....
Vince Jones: You should know betta than anyone how the fuck V operates and shit, Reno!
Reno gasps for breath momentarily and finally gets himself back in sync as he clears his throat.
Reno Banks: I understand. I understand, Vince. We're cool here. We're cool...I'm sorry.
Vince Jones: Aiight...
Reno Banks: Well...now that I guess we've cleared all the tension...
Vince Jones: What? We finally gonna talk business here?
Reno Banks: ( in a calm tone) Well, let me finish my thoughts first. What I was trying to explain to you is that stunts like you and your brothers shenanigans at that Seattle nightclub just don't fly too well. That kinda stuff doesn't necessarily sit well with wrestling promoters, Vince.
Vince Jones: Look, V ain't got time for all this bullshit, man!
Reno slowly leans forward and tries to speak in as calm a manner as possible.
Reno Banks: Just listen to me for a moment. You (points at Vince) and I (points at himself) have been through thick and thin togetha. We're practically family here. Take that spat we just had there for instance. Tempers flared. Things were at the boiling point; but, after all of that we're still here. You and I have had our share of issues, disagreements and whatnot over time; but, we're still here. You hearing me Vince?
Vince slowly nods in agreement as he leans back in his chair and relaxes a bit.
Reno Banks: Are we on the same level here?
Vince Jones: (nodding) We here, Reno....
Reno Banks: Good. Now I need you to understand one thing. UWA took a gamble on you...
Vince Jones sits up eyes Reno in disbelief at his statement.
Vince Jones: A gamble? What gamble? You said it yo self! Jonesy puts asses in seats, man! Always has and always will! Its a known fact! So what's the big deal, huh?? Where's the gamble at?
Reno Banks: Volatility, (points at Vince) your volatility, Vince. Guys like you are always considered high risks. Ya see when a high risk and volatile guy like yourself gets himself into trouble you start wondering if the guy's worth the risk from the business side of things. Do I invest in a guy like this? Do I really wanna stay behind a guy that could have his ass sitting behind bars in a heartbeat because he can't manage to keep it together sometimes?
Vince Jones leans forward and takes special interest in Reno's words.
Reno Banks: Ahhh...I see I've got your full attention now. Now what I was trying to say is that you are extremely combustible. So, with all of that said could we please try to be on our best behavior from here on out, Vince? Can you do that for me?
Vince remains quiet and nods his head.
Reno Banks: Now can we also try to focus on the upcoming task at hand as well?
Vince Jones lifts his shades from off his eyes and sneers at the thought.
Vince Jones: You fuckin' playin' here if you talkin' 'bout that Skyla chick at Spring Slaughta, man...
Reno Banks: (nods) Yes, I'm talking about Skylar.
Vince Jones: Get the fuck outta here with that shit! Any chick is as good as done the second she steps in that damn ring with a man like V, Reno! You know that! Why you even wastin' V's time with that shit, huh?
Reno Banks: Because I'm the guy that's here to keep (points at Vince) you in line so that we don't see the unexpected happen out there. You got me? I'm here to keep you grounded.
Vince folds his arms across his chest and leans back in his chair with a look of disinterest all over his face.
Vince Jones: The unexpected, huh? Why is that even a thought?
Reno Banks: Because you never...
Vince Jones throws up a hand motioning for Reno to stop.
Vince Jones: Whooooooa! V's been doin' this damn wrestlin' thing for how the fuck long now??
Reno reaches in his desk drawer and whips out a small folder marked with the name "Skylar" and drops it on his desktop. Vince immediately spots the folder and just shakes his head in disappointment.
Reno Banks: I mean be my guest...
Vince snatches up the folder and rips it open to a page revealing a quick briefing of Skylar's stats. Vince glances over it in amusement.
Vince Jones: (reading) Five foot seven, one hundred and twenty-five pounds?? Get the fuck outta here with that shit, Reno!
Vince looks up at Reno and tries his best to contain himself.
Vince Jones: V be benchin' at least four times this chick's weight, man! How the hell you gonna expect this guy to take this chick serious, huh??
Reno Banks: Just be careful, Vince. I mean she slipped away with that win over that J-Shades guy at the show in Seattle. There's no telling what could happen out there. The lights come on and the adrenaline get pumping...
Vince Jones: Really, Reno?? Adrenaline?? You out yo damn mind if you thinkin' adrenaline gonna push that chick to take all this out! More like some crack or some shit and V doubt they got enough on one block to powa that kinda turbo charge this bitch gonna need to pull that kinda shit off! C'mon man...
Vince whips out a picture of Skylar Hansen and presents it to Reno rather emphatically.
Vince Jones: Bitch lookin' like that damn Avril Lavigne kid or somethin' here! So what part of this is supposed to have Jonesy worried at Spring Slaughta, huh? Answer that for V, Reno!
Reno sits there in silent thought and Vince tosses the picture of Skylar to side.
Reno Banks: Just take care of business, Vince! That's all that I ask. Try to remain focused.
Vince Jones: (rolls his eyes) Yeah, whateva...
Reno Banks: Anyways...I don't know if I've told you this or not; but, I was doing my due diligence and I ran across a guy who happens to be interested in having you as a guest for an interview on his online wrestling podcast.
Vince goes out of his way to make his disinterest with the idea absolutely clear.
Vince Jones: Oh, really...
Reno Banks: Yes, really. Might I add that after your little fiasco out at that nightclub you're gonna need to be pulling quite a few gigs of mine in order to make it up to me in the meantime.
Vince Jones: Damnit, Reno! You and these fuckin' gigs and shit! So, how much is this shit payin', huh??
Reno Banks: (slyly grins) Well, I mean its exposure and that's what we want, V. Right?
Vince Jones: Exposure don't pay for shit!
Reno Banks: Ah, but exposure leads to quite a few money making opportunities in due time. And that's why we want to get your name back out there as much as possible. We want people to really start to take notice of the fact that a guy like Vince Jones is back on the scene in the wrestling world and he's making quite the impact as of late. So, we'll be catching up with each other again in Oregon??
Reno smiles and Vince returns his smile with a look of fury.
Reno Banks: Oh, you'll warm up to the idea. Don't worry. Then when that's all said and done we're off to Spring Slaughta where you get the chance to really create a buzz with your presence and absolute dominance of lil miss Skyla. Right?
Vince Jones: Hmph! Its whateva, man!
Reno Banks and Vince Jones slowly rises to their feet and Reno extends his hand towards Vince.
Reno Banks: Good talk!
Vince shakes his hand and just nods.
Reno Banks: Have a nice day, Vinnie! And let's make some big things happen in Portland, Oregon!
Vince grumbles to himself as he turns and makes his way to the door. The camera slowly fades to black.