Post by vincejones on Jun 11, 2014 21:20:32 GMT -6
The camera fades into a small studio where Vince Jones can be seen standing in the midst of the bright lights wearing his normal ring attire with a heavy scowl plastered across his face. All of a sudden the voice of a photographer can be heard in the background shouting at him and pointing a camera in Vince's direction.
Photographer: Alright! Turn to the side and show me the dominance!
Vince Jones rolls his eyes and turns to the side, glaring back at the camera as the photographer snaps shot after shot after shot from various angles.
Photographer: Good! Goooood!!! That's what we wanna see, V! That's what we wanna see!
Vince sneers back at the photographer totally disinterested in the current photo shoot.
Photographer: Now how about you give me the cockiness! Show the people that you're ontop of the world, Vince! Show all the people whose the boss!
Vince shakes his head in frustration.
Vince Jones: (under his breath) This is fuckin' stupid!
The photographer overhears Vince, stops in his place, rises to his feet, and gazes back at Vince Jones in disappointment with his demeanor.
Photographer: What do you mean this is stupid?? I mean I'm here tryin' to make you (points at Vince) look good for the camera! I'm tryin' to bring your presence, the absolute essence of Vince Jones to life for each and every person out there who eventually sees these pictures! And for what?? You could care less! You could give a damn about all the hard work I'm doin' for you right now! Is that right, Vince??
Vince Jones: Damn straight, son! You think V could give a damn about all this prissy ass picture takin' bullshit right now, man?? You think V in the mood for all this shit??
The photographer flares up in rage and folds his arms across his chest.
Photographer: (rolls his eyes) So, is that how you feel right now??
Vince Jones: (nodding) Ya damn right! How the hell would you feel afta losin' yo first match afta you were on top of the world, man?? How the fuck would you feel?? You lightin' the damn world on fire and some no name bum creeps up and steals yo damn shine just like that!!!
Photographer: (sighs) I hear ya; but...
Vince Jones: Shut it up and listen, man! You don't cut in when V talkin' here! Aight??
The photographer looks at Vince in disbelief at his rudeness.
Vince Jones: You the one gettin' paid here, son! And if V feels like ventin' a bit the least you can do is shut the fuck up and listen! You actin' like you got somethin' betta you could be doin' right now or some shit!
Photographer: Well, I...
Vince Jones: Not only V got this Fraysha Freeman mahfucka on his damn mind right now he also gotta deal with some small time Jeszika Goodie-yay or whateva the fuck her damn name is! Yeah! Jonesy gettin' Freeman in a few weeks! V gettin' his chance to settle that shit in the damn ring; but, this upcomin' match against the Gotti bitch, Goodie-yay bitch or whoeva the hell she is is a waste of time and energy!
Photographer: Okay, but....
Vince Jones: Jonesy should be preparin' to bust some skulls! Instead he out here posin' for some good for nothin' photo shoot!
Photographer: ENOUGH ALREADY!!
Vince Jones: Raise yo damn voice one mo fuckin' time at V, son! Raise yo voice one mo time and see if V don't end up slappin' the taste out yo damn mouth like he ready to do to a whole line of mahfuckas in the damn ring soon enough!
Photographer: You know what???
Vince bucks at the photographer and raises his backhand in his direction.
Vince Jones: Jonesy'll back slap the shit out yo dumb ass right now!!
The photographer throws his hands up in utter frustration with Vince's disrespect.
Photographer: I don't need this from you!
Vince Jones: Oh, is that so??
Photographer: You're damn right that is so, Vince! I've worked with the likes of Derek Jeet-ah, Carmelo Anthony, Michael Strahan, and oh so much more, Vince! I'm doing you a fay-vah right now! I don't have to be here right now dealin' with your shit!
All of a sudden the door of the studio swings open and Reno Banks quickly slides inside at the sound of all the commotion between Vince and the photographer.
Vince Jones: Fuck you, mahfucka!
Photographer: Oh yeah? Well...well...fuck you, you sorry ass piece of shit!
Reno Banks: Hey now! What's goin' on in here, guys??
Vince immediately lunges forward, snatches the camera out of the photographer's hands, glares down at it, and then back at the photographer in fury.
Vince Jones: Oh, so V a fuckin' sorry ass piece of shit, huh?? Is that what the fuck you think??
The photographer looks down at the camera in Vince's hands, half in anger and half in fear of what could come next.
Photographer: Oh you betta not! That's some expensive piece of equipment, Vince! Don't you fuckin' dare!
Reno lunges forward, but to no avail as Vince slams the high-priced camera on the studio floor and begins stomping on out in fury.
Vince Jones: Well, now yo fuckin' camera's an expensive pile of shit, you bitch ass mahfucka! Who the fuck you think you dealin' with up in here, huh??
Reno grabs a hold of Vince and tries to calm him down as the photographer looks down at the floor at what is now left of his camera. He immediately focuses his frustration and anger on Vince as Reno tries to usher Vince towards the exit.
Photographer: You betta be pullin' some good money in that UWA check of yours, Vince! That fuckin' camera wasn't cheap!
Vince turns around and spits in the direction of the photographer as he continues to back his way towards the exit.
Vince Jones: Fuck you, bitch!
Reno Banks: (to Vince) That's enough, Vince!
Vince Jones: Nah! Fuck that mahfucka, Reno! V got betta shit he could be doin' with his fuckin' time right now anyways than bein' in this piece of shit that bitch ass(points a finger at the photographer) calls a damn photo studio!
Reno Banks: (to Vince) That's enough, Vince! We're gettin' outta here!
Reno immediately turns back towards the photographer as Vince finally makes his exit.
Reno Banks: You and I will be in contact about replacin' that camera of yours, Sal! Check'll be in the mail, pal! Oh, and sorry about the commotion he caused today! My buddy's been quite a bit edgy as of late!
Reno signals for Sal to call him and keep in touch. He then quickly exits the studio and shuts the door behind him in utter embarrassment at the scene Vince caused inside. He turns and see Vince marching off down the hallway muttering under his breath. Reno quickly jogs forward and catches up with him as Vince continues marching along shaking his head in fury and disgust.
Reno Banks: Vince!
Vince Jones: What the fuck do you want, huh??
Reno Banks: Will you stop for just one moment???
Vince Jones: What the fuck for??
Reno Banks: We need to talk!
Vince Jones: You and V don't have a damn thing to talk about right now! Aight!!
Reno Banks: Vince...
Vince continues marching along the hallway and reaches the exit doors. Reno finally lunges forward and grabs a hold of Vince's arm. Vince stops in his tracks, slaps Reno away, and whirls around in his direction glaring down at him with an absolute wildfire burning in his eyes.
Vince Jones: Well, if you really feel the need for talkin' then spit it out, Reno!
Reno Banks: First of all what was all of that about back there, huh? I (points to himself) went through a great deal of trouble to get you this photoshoot today with one of the best this city has to offa and you go on a fuckin' rampage back there and act like an absolute jackass! That's not good! That's not good for business! That's not good for the brand!
Vince folds his arms across his chest.
Vince Jones: Oh the brand, the fuckin' brand again!
Reno Banks: Yes, the brand!
Vince Jones: And what is the brand to you, huh? Explain that shit to V real quick, Reno! Eva since Jonesy decided to step back in the fuckin' game you feedin' V all this bullshit about takin' it easy! Tread softly! Don't ruffle no one's feathers and shit! Be cool! Why? Cuz of this fuckin' brand shit, profitability, and all the rest of that bullshit! Jonesy supposed to highlight every damn aspect of his fuckin' game but the one damn thing that sits at the very core of who the fuck Jonesy truly is, has always been, will always be! Jonesy is "The Violence"!
Reno Banks: Okay! I get that, Vince! And we've talked about all of that before! You can be that guy, but you don't have to be so vocal and in your face about bein' that guy!
Vince shakes head in disappointment and frustration.
Vince Jones: No, you don't fuckin' get it, Reno! And why don't you get it? Cuz you got V out here doin' some fuckin' photo shoots and a whole load of a otha bullshit that Jonesy could give a damn about! Why??
Reno Banks: To expand the Vince Jones brand!
Vince shoves Reno backwards and snarls.
Vince Jones: Nah, to expand yo fuckin' pockets, Reno! Cash rules everything around V just like Wu-Tang used to say! V believes that shit; but, Jonesy got a whole load of a shit on his plate right now!
Vince turns to storm out the building but Reno steps forward and grabs him by the arm. Vince slaps him away; but, Reno remains intent on getting his attention.
Vince Jones: What the fuck, huh??
Reno Banks: I know you've got a load to deal with, Vince! I know that! If there is anyone that knows that its me! I'm the guy whose in charge of keepin' this damn ship goin' on the right course at all times!
Vince Jones: So, you in charge of all that shit, huh??? Is that what you sayin' here??
Reno Banks: Yes! I am!!
Vince immediately snatches Reno by his sports jacket and pulls him close for him to totally feel his rage and frustration at point blank range.
Vince Jones: That's where the fuck you wrong, Reno! You here! You and V connected! You and V are a team and shit; but, at the end of the fuckin' day there is only one (he puts up his index finger and holds it close Reno's face) numba one and that's V mahfuckin' Jones! You get a cut of V's check! Rememba that shit! You work (points to himself emphatically) for this guy! At the end of the day V calls the damn shots!
Vince lets Reno go and Reno immediately straightens up his tie and tries to regain his composure.
Reno Banks: **cough** cough** I understand that!
Vince Jones: Anything you say is merely a suggestion and V can agree or shoot down any of yo fuckin' suggestions at any given time howeva the fuck he pleases! Get it!? Got it!? Good!!
Reno throws up a hand in surrender.
Reno Banks: We're cool on that! We're cool!
Vince stands tall and glares down at Reno.
Vince Jones: Jonesy is in fuckin' charge of all this shit!
Reno nods in agreement.
Reno Banks: Alright! You've made your point...So, what's next??
Vince bows his head and stands there in momentary silence.
Reno Banks: You're in charge...What the fuck is your plan then, hot shot??
Vince Jones: What's the plan??
Reno Banks folds his arms across his chest and smiles mockingly at Vince.
Reno Banks: Exactly...what's the plan of action now, huh??
Vince Jones turns his back on Reno.
Vince Jones: Sendin' a message to Freeman this week by rippin' the heart out the damn chest of a bitch or two at Mayhem!
Reno Banks: And how do you...
Vince pushes the door open and makes his way outside to the busy streets of New York.
Vince Jones: We'll talk again when the day comes, Reno!
Reno Banks: But Vince...
Vince marches on as the camera slowly fades to black.
Photographer: Alright! Turn to the side and show me the dominance!
Vince Jones rolls his eyes and turns to the side, glaring back at the camera as the photographer snaps shot after shot after shot from various angles.
Photographer: Good! Goooood!!! That's what we wanna see, V! That's what we wanna see!
Vince sneers back at the photographer totally disinterested in the current photo shoot.
Photographer: Now how about you give me the cockiness! Show the people that you're ontop of the world, Vince! Show all the people whose the boss!
Vince shakes his head in frustration.
Vince Jones: (under his breath) This is fuckin' stupid!
The photographer overhears Vince, stops in his place, rises to his feet, and gazes back at Vince Jones in disappointment with his demeanor.
Photographer: What do you mean this is stupid?? I mean I'm here tryin' to make you (points at Vince) look good for the camera! I'm tryin' to bring your presence, the absolute essence of Vince Jones to life for each and every person out there who eventually sees these pictures! And for what?? You could care less! You could give a damn about all the hard work I'm doin' for you right now! Is that right, Vince??
Vince Jones: Damn straight, son! You think V could give a damn about all this prissy ass picture takin' bullshit right now, man?? You think V in the mood for all this shit??
The photographer flares up in rage and folds his arms across his chest.
Photographer: (rolls his eyes) So, is that how you feel right now??
Vince Jones: (nodding) Ya damn right! How the hell would you feel afta losin' yo first match afta you were on top of the world, man?? How the fuck would you feel?? You lightin' the damn world on fire and some no name bum creeps up and steals yo damn shine just like that!!!
Photographer: (sighs) I hear ya; but...
Vince Jones: Shut it up and listen, man! You don't cut in when V talkin' here! Aight??
The photographer looks at Vince in disbelief at his rudeness.
Vince Jones: You the one gettin' paid here, son! And if V feels like ventin' a bit the least you can do is shut the fuck up and listen! You actin' like you got somethin' betta you could be doin' right now or some shit!
Photographer: Well, I...
Vince Jones: Not only V got this Fraysha Freeman mahfucka on his damn mind right now he also gotta deal with some small time Jeszika Goodie-yay or whateva the fuck her damn name is! Yeah! Jonesy gettin' Freeman in a few weeks! V gettin' his chance to settle that shit in the damn ring; but, this upcomin' match against the Gotti bitch, Goodie-yay bitch or whoeva the hell she is is a waste of time and energy!
Photographer: Okay, but....
Vince Jones: Jonesy should be preparin' to bust some skulls! Instead he out here posin' for some good for nothin' photo shoot!
Photographer: ENOUGH ALREADY!!
Vince Jones: Raise yo damn voice one mo fuckin' time at V, son! Raise yo voice one mo time and see if V don't end up slappin' the taste out yo damn mouth like he ready to do to a whole line of mahfuckas in the damn ring soon enough!
Photographer: You know what???
Vince bucks at the photographer and raises his backhand in his direction.
Vince Jones: Jonesy'll back slap the shit out yo dumb ass right now!!
The photographer throws his hands up in utter frustration with Vince's disrespect.
Photographer: I don't need this from you!
Vince Jones: Oh, is that so??
Photographer: You're damn right that is so, Vince! I've worked with the likes of Derek Jeet-ah, Carmelo Anthony, Michael Strahan, and oh so much more, Vince! I'm doing you a fay-vah right now! I don't have to be here right now dealin' with your shit!
All of a sudden the door of the studio swings open and Reno Banks quickly slides inside at the sound of all the commotion between Vince and the photographer.
Vince Jones: Fuck you, mahfucka!
Photographer: Oh yeah? Well...well...fuck you, you sorry ass piece of shit!
Reno Banks: Hey now! What's goin' on in here, guys??
Vince immediately lunges forward, snatches the camera out of the photographer's hands, glares down at it, and then back at the photographer in fury.
Vince Jones: Oh, so V a fuckin' sorry ass piece of shit, huh?? Is that what the fuck you think??
The photographer looks down at the camera in Vince's hands, half in anger and half in fear of what could come next.
Photographer: Oh you betta not! That's some expensive piece of equipment, Vince! Don't you fuckin' dare!
Reno lunges forward, but to no avail as Vince slams the high-priced camera on the studio floor and begins stomping on out in fury.
Vince Jones: Well, now yo fuckin' camera's an expensive pile of shit, you bitch ass mahfucka! Who the fuck you think you dealin' with up in here, huh??
Reno grabs a hold of Vince and tries to calm him down as the photographer looks down at the floor at what is now left of his camera. He immediately focuses his frustration and anger on Vince as Reno tries to usher Vince towards the exit.
Photographer: You betta be pullin' some good money in that UWA check of yours, Vince! That fuckin' camera wasn't cheap!
Vince turns around and spits in the direction of the photographer as he continues to back his way towards the exit.
Vince Jones: Fuck you, bitch!
Reno Banks: (to Vince) That's enough, Vince!
Vince Jones: Nah! Fuck that mahfucka, Reno! V got betta shit he could be doin' with his fuckin' time right now anyways than bein' in this piece of shit that bitch ass(points a finger at the photographer) calls a damn photo studio!
Reno Banks: (to Vince) That's enough, Vince! We're gettin' outta here!
Reno immediately turns back towards the photographer as Vince finally makes his exit.
Reno Banks: You and I will be in contact about replacin' that camera of yours, Sal! Check'll be in the mail, pal! Oh, and sorry about the commotion he caused today! My buddy's been quite a bit edgy as of late!
Reno signals for Sal to call him and keep in touch. He then quickly exits the studio and shuts the door behind him in utter embarrassment at the scene Vince caused inside. He turns and see Vince marching off down the hallway muttering under his breath. Reno quickly jogs forward and catches up with him as Vince continues marching along shaking his head in fury and disgust.
Reno Banks: Vince!
Vince Jones: What the fuck do you want, huh??
Reno Banks: Will you stop for just one moment???
Vince Jones: What the fuck for??
Reno Banks: We need to talk!
Vince Jones: You and V don't have a damn thing to talk about right now! Aight!!
Reno Banks: Vince...
Vince continues marching along the hallway and reaches the exit doors. Reno finally lunges forward and grabs a hold of Vince's arm. Vince stops in his tracks, slaps Reno away, and whirls around in his direction glaring down at him with an absolute wildfire burning in his eyes.
Vince Jones: Well, if you really feel the need for talkin' then spit it out, Reno!
Reno Banks: First of all what was all of that about back there, huh? I (points to himself) went through a great deal of trouble to get you this photoshoot today with one of the best this city has to offa and you go on a fuckin' rampage back there and act like an absolute jackass! That's not good! That's not good for business! That's not good for the brand!
Vince folds his arms across his chest.
Vince Jones: Oh the brand, the fuckin' brand again!
Reno Banks: Yes, the brand!
Vince Jones: And what is the brand to you, huh? Explain that shit to V real quick, Reno! Eva since Jonesy decided to step back in the fuckin' game you feedin' V all this bullshit about takin' it easy! Tread softly! Don't ruffle no one's feathers and shit! Be cool! Why? Cuz of this fuckin' brand shit, profitability, and all the rest of that bullshit! Jonesy supposed to highlight every damn aspect of his fuckin' game but the one damn thing that sits at the very core of who the fuck Jonesy truly is, has always been, will always be! Jonesy is "The Violence"!
Reno Banks: Okay! I get that, Vince! And we've talked about all of that before! You can be that guy, but you don't have to be so vocal and in your face about bein' that guy!
Vince shakes head in disappointment and frustration.
Vince Jones: No, you don't fuckin' get it, Reno! And why don't you get it? Cuz you got V out here doin' some fuckin' photo shoots and a whole load of a otha bullshit that Jonesy could give a damn about! Why??
Reno Banks: To expand the Vince Jones brand!
Vince shoves Reno backwards and snarls.
Vince Jones: Nah, to expand yo fuckin' pockets, Reno! Cash rules everything around V just like Wu-Tang used to say! V believes that shit; but, Jonesy got a whole load of a shit on his plate right now!
Vince turns to storm out the building but Reno steps forward and grabs him by the arm. Vince slaps him away; but, Reno remains intent on getting his attention.
Vince Jones: What the fuck, huh??
Reno Banks: I know you've got a load to deal with, Vince! I know that! If there is anyone that knows that its me! I'm the guy whose in charge of keepin' this damn ship goin' on the right course at all times!
Vince Jones: So, you in charge of all that shit, huh??? Is that what you sayin' here??
Reno Banks: Yes! I am!!
Vince immediately snatches Reno by his sports jacket and pulls him close for him to totally feel his rage and frustration at point blank range.
Vince Jones: That's where the fuck you wrong, Reno! You here! You and V connected! You and V are a team and shit; but, at the end of the fuckin' day there is only one (he puts up his index finger and holds it close Reno's face) numba one and that's V mahfuckin' Jones! You get a cut of V's check! Rememba that shit! You work (points to himself emphatically) for this guy! At the end of the day V calls the damn shots!
Vince lets Reno go and Reno immediately straightens up his tie and tries to regain his composure.
Reno Banks: **cough** cough** I understand that!
Vince Jones: Anything you say is merely a suggestion and V can agree or shoot down any of yo fuckin' suggestions at any given time howeva the fuck he pleases! Get it!? Got it!? Good!!
Reno throws up a hand in surrender.
Reno Banks: We're cool on that! We're cool!
Vince stands tall and glares down at Reno.
Vince Jones: Jonesy is in fuckin' charge of all this shit!
Reno nods in agreement.
Reno Banks: Alright! You've made your point...So, what's next??
Vince bows his head and stands there in momentary silence.
Reno Banks: You're in charge...What the fuck is your plan then, hot shot??
Vince Jones: What's the plan??
Reno Banks folds his arms across his chest and smiles mockingly at Vince.
Reno Banks: Exactly...what's the plan of action now, huh??
Vince Jones turns his back on Reno.
Vince Jones: Sendin' a message to Freeman this week by rippin' the heart out the damn chest of a bitch or two at Mayhem!
Reno Banks: And how do you...
Vince pushes the door open and makes his way outside to the busy streets of New York.
Vince Jones: We'll talk again when the day comes, Reno!
Reno Banks: But Vince...
Vince marches on as the camera slowly fades to black.