Post by vincejones on Jul 9, 2014 19:40:34 GMT -6
June 30th, 2014: The Morning After Searing Agony...
The camera slowly fades into a hotel room which is gently lit by the sunlight seeping through the curtains of a window across the room. The camera pans around the vicinity and catches sight of empty bottles of champagne, empty and crushed beer cans, empty beer bottles, smashed beer bottles, random trash, and all sorts of randomness scattered all about the room. All indications on the scene seem to point towards everything and all in sight being the leftovers of some big hotel room party of some sort. The camera catches sight of a t.v that has been smashed in as well as bed sheets torn, shredded, and scattered about the floor as well as even more in heaping pile on one of the twin beds. A toppled lamp is also spotted lying on the floor. The camera continues to pan around the chaotic sight of the hotel room as it finally catches sight of the newly crowned UWA North American champion, Vince Jones, sprawled across a chair as if someone beat him over the head and left him there. He has one leg resting over one of the arms while the rest of his body is leaning to the other side barely managing to stay in place. All of a sudden the front door opens up and in steps Jasmine Shelley. Her head immediately pops up in shock at the disaster area which is their hotel room. She quickly closes the door behind her and puts her hands on her hips as her eyes catch sight of her man draped over the armchair across the room soundly sleeping and snoring.
Jasmine: V!
Vince slowly rolls over and begins muttering softly to himself under his breath as he continues sleeping. Jasmine immediately snatches up a t.v remote and throws it across the room nailing Vince in the head. Vince rolls over and falls off the chair onto the floor in a heap and slowly begins stirring to life.
Jasmine: V, what the hell is up with all of this shit?
Vince immediately clutches his head groaning as he slowly rises up to his knees and then slowly stands to his feet a bit off-balanced still at the moment from his deep slumber as well as an apparent hangover.
Vince Jones: What the fuck is up with what, huh?? And why you gonna come barging up in here so damn early in the damn morning and causin' yo man's grief and shit?
Vince stumbles towards the wall next to him and just leans against it while trying his absolute best to remain focused on his girlfriend, Jasmine.
Jasmine: Uhhh, hellooo!! What the fuck do you think I'm talkin' about?? Take a look around this place! Its a fuckin' wreck!!!
Vince slowly looks around the room as Jasmine points out all that makes up the chaotic display in front of her. Vince turns his back towards the wall, shakes his head, and just shrugs his shoulders.
Vince Jones: (chuckles to himself) Looks like it was a fuckin' good time, baby girl....
Jasmine shakes her head totally infuritated by Vince's nonchalance at the moment and makes her way to the center of the room kicking the debris and garbage on the floor to either sided.
Jasmine: Oh, really, V?? I mean you've got beer cans and champagne bottles tossed all over! We have a smashed up t.v! We're supposed to be checkin' out this place this morning! You're not the least bit concerned about the kinda tab you may have managed to rack up here with all the destruction you and God knows who else caused in here overnight??
Vince throws up his hands and just shrugs the whole situation off.
Vince Jones: Yeah...that might be a bit of an issue and all; but, fuck it! Reno can take care of it! Like V really gives a fuck about all this shit right now! When you celebratin' you go all out sometimes! When you go all out things gonna get smashed up here and there! Jonesy the new UWA North American champion and from the looks of all this shit ya boy turned up and turned this mahfucka out! So, It is what it is...
Jasmine starts trembling in frustration. All of a sudden the sound of rustling bed sheets can be heard as the groan of a female can be heard coming from under a pile of bed sheets thrown about on one of the beds. Vince and Jasmine slowly turn around to the source of the noise, totally surprised by the fact that they are not alone. Jasmine shoots an angry glare towards Vince as he just shrugs his shoulders in response. She begins mouthing every curse word imaginable as she slowly creeps up to the moving heap of bed sheets, grabs them, and throws them to the floor revealing a young, busty blonde laying in bed holding her head and groaning at the sight of daylight while wearing Vince's newly won UWA North American title belt around her waist.
Jasmine: Awww fuck no! Who the hell is this bitch, huh??
Jasmine folds her arms across her chest, purses her lips, and just shakes her head in absolute fury at the sight of the blonde laying in bed. Vince puts a hand to his throbbing head as he rolls his eyes back at Jasmine.
Vince Jones: Why you pullin' the twenty-one questions and shit on a bruh right now, huh?? V don't know who the fuck that (points at the blonde) blonde bitch is! V barely even know what the fuck even went down last night! Last thing Jonesy remembas is walkin' out the fuckin' arena with the gold...
Jasmine nods her head and quickly interjects.
Jasmine: Oh yeah, the gold! Yeah! The fuckin' gold belt that (points at the blonde) this bitch right here is wearin' around her fuckin' waist right now! Is that the gold you talkin' about, V??
Vince Jones: Yeah....that gold!
Jasmine: And why she wearin' your belt, V?? You mind explainin' to me how this random ass bitch got a hold of that shit and she just so happens to be sleepin' in bed in our fuckin' hotel room as we speak??
Vince Jones: Its...you askin' a bruh with a fuckin' hangova and shit how that bitch ended here? Maybe she broke in...
The blonde slowly rolls over and continues groaning softly to herself, totally oblivious to the commotion that's going on around her as the result of her hangover.
Blonde girl: Can you...keep it down. Ya too loud...
Jasmine: Now this triflin' ass ho gonna tell me I'm makin' too much noise in my own room now, V??
Jasmine continues shaking her head totally fuming at the sight and possibility of another woman being with her man.
Jasmine: So, I'm gonna ask you one more time, V! Who the fuck is she and where the fuck did you find this bitch?? You still haven't answered my question! I mean its simple...
Vince Jones: Whoa, whoa, whoooooa!! Hold the phone here! First of all, how 'bout you tone it done just a lil bit, Jasmine! Just tone down the noise just a lil! Aight?? V was obviously poppin' some bottles and this guy's head not feelin' right at the moment.
Jasmine walks up to Vince and slaps him square across the face. Vince winces a bit slightly rattled by a mix of the smack and his current hungover state of being.
Vince Jones: Yo! The head, baby! The head!!
Jasmine: Yeah! Ya damn right your head's not right!
Jasmine slaps Vince across the face yet again and Vince immediately snatches her by the wrists to restrain her from assaulting him even more.
Vince Jones: Chill it!!
Vince releases her and shoves her backwards.
Jasmine:Uh huh! Yeah! Poppin' bottles and a whole helluva lot more! Well, if you don't know who the fuck she is then maybe I'll ask her my damn self!
Vince Jones: (in confusion) What??
Jasmine marches back over the bed where the blonde is sleeping soundly and she begins tapping her on the cheek in order to wake her up.
Jasmine: C'mon, bitch! Wake the fuck up!
The blonde begins giggling to herself softly as Jasmine continues nudging her gently trying to wake her up. All of a sudden Jasmine pulls back and smacks the woman right across the face quickly waking her up as she sits up in bed in surprise.
Blonde girl: What the hell was that for?
She immediately turns in the direction of Jasmine and glances at her in confusion.
Blonde girl: Who the hell are you??
Jasmine folds her arms across her chest and cocks her head to the side.
Jasmine: Funny, I was about to ask you the same damn thing....
The blonde slowly grabs a hold of the belt, rolls out of bed, and stands to her feet.
Jasmine: So, who the fuck are you, huh?
The blonde turns towards Vince who is standing still merely observing the meeting between his girlfriend and this other woman. A bright smile slowly crosses her face as she struts across the room and puts her arms around Vince.
Blonde girl: Well, if you really have to know my name is Lena and this right here is my tall, dark, handsome, and jacked up Hershey chocolate bar.
Jasmine: Oh really??
The blonde nods her head in agreement as she looks up at Vince and smiles. Vince looks down at her a bit uneasily as he appears to still have no recollection of who she is whatsoever.
Lena: I mean there were a whole lotta of others here last night; but, he told me point blank that I'm (she points to the loose fitting UWA belt around her waist) his one and only champ!
Jasmine: Oh, so that's how you got that shiny belt you're wearing??
Jasmine turns her attention to Vince once again and gives him the look of death.
Lena: (giggling) You betcha! He told me to take it for a lil spin because he was gonna be stickin' that big....long...key of his in my ignition and takin' me for a lil test drive and all at some point.
Vince looks down at her a bit surprised at the bad timing of all the sudden revelations of truth coming out of Lena's mouth from the night before. Lena gently purrs and leans in closer to Vince. Vince shrugs his shoulders still somewhat confused as to all that went down the night before. Jasmine slowly makes her way over to the girl who just gazes back at her with a mocking grin.
Jasmine: I see....
Lena: Is that somewhat a problem for you? And who the hell are you anyways?
Jasmine: Who the hell am I?? Funny of you to ask...Lena, was it?
Lena nods her head.
Lena: Yeah. You got it right!
Jasmine nods and clicks her tongue softly as she shoots Lena a cold, hard stare.
Jasmine: Well Lena, my name is Jasmine Shelley, his REAL woman and if you don't take your hands off my man I'm gonna turn into your worst fuckin' nightmare REAL quick! You got that...bitch??
Vince remains silent with the feeling in the back of his mind that something is about to pop off real at any given moment. Meanwhile Lena gazes back at Jasmine and smiles back at her defiantly.
Lena: Well, maybe its just me; but, if "your man" really wanted me gone all he has to do right now is push me away.
Lena puts a finger up to her chin in a mocking fashion.
Lena: Hmmm...doesn't look like he's pushed me away so maybe its (she reaches out and taps Jasmine on the nose) you that needs to step off...
Jasmine turns to the side and begins muttering to herself under her breath.
Jasmine: (under her breath) Did this bitch just touch me?? Did she really just touch me? Ah fuck no! This bitch obviously don't know who the hell she dealin' with right now!
Vince Jones: Jasmine...
All of a sudden the scene switches to the hallway outside of the room where the door swings open and Jasmine and Lena go spilling out on the floor yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs at one another. Jasmine pounces ontop of her and begins wailing away like a mad dog as Lena tries her best to protect herself.
Jasmine: I don't eva (*punch*) ....eva (*punch*) wanna see you with your arms (*punch*) around my fuckin' man again!!! (*punch, punch*) You got that shit, bitch!!! (*punch*) I catch you anywhere near my man...
Vince immediately comes running out the door, snatches up Jasmine, yanks her off of the poor girl, and begins dragging her away kicking and screaming. Lena quickly rises to her feet and stumbles to she side against the wall with a loud thud and drops Vince's belt on the floor. She quickly regains her balance and goes scurrying off down the hall in retreat. Jasmine tries her best to break free from Vince's grasp, but its to no avail.
Lena: You crazy ass bitch!!!
Jasmine: I got yo crazy ass bitch right here!! Come see me (points at herself emphatically) !! Come see me again!!
All of a sudden a door from across the hallway opens up and an elderly man pokes his head out in confusion.
Old man: What's with all the commotion out here?? Is there something wrong??
Vince shakes his head and just glares at the old man.
Vince Jones: Everything's cool here...
Old man: I heard all the bumping and yelling of bloody murder out here and it got my wife and I bit worried...
Vince Jones: Look here, old man! Everything's cool now you can carry yo old wrinkled up ass back to yo bed, shut yo eyes, and shut yo damn mouth.
The elderly man slowly slips back in his room and closes the door behind him to stay out of harm's way.
The camera slowly fades to black. The camera fades back in and we see Vince Jones and Jasmine seated at a small table in the midst of a small partner restaurant affiliated with the hotel. The two of them are seated there in silence as they try their best not to look at one another. All of a sudden Reno Banks appears on the scene and makes his way to the table with a bright grin plastered across his face. He tips his hat to the both of them and greets them with a hearty welcome.
Reno Banks: Well good morning, champ! How does it feel? How does it feel to know that...
Reno finally catches sight of the sour looks on the faces of Vince and Jasmine and he slowly takes his seat at the table.
Reno Banks: Is it gonna be one of those mornings??
Vince and Jasmine remain silent as the two of them continue looking in opposite directions.
Reno Banks: We gonna talk here??
The silence continues. Reno rolls his eyes and just shakes his head in utter disappointment with the two of them.
Reno Banks: I'll have you both know that this is the morning afta the big victory at Searing Agony. Vince Jones is now the North American Champion of the UWA yet the tension at this table is thick and the two of you are sitting here as if...
Reno turns and looks at the both of them one after the other, rolls his eyes, and just looks upwards.
Reno Banks: Do I dare even ask?
Vince Jones: (points at Jasmine) This bitch...
Jasmine slowly turns around and glares in the direction of Vince.
Jasmine: Oh, this bitch? This bitch, huh?? Is that what you said?? Well, if you learned how to keep your dick in your pants and I didn't catch you with all these random ass hoes all the time maybe we wouldn't have any problems here, V! Why is it that you men always are so quick to label us women as bitches when we merely gettin' pissed off at the obvioius, huh?? Yet the second you even see me wave "hi" to anotha man you're ready to put a guy in the hospital? You don't think that's just a lil hypocritcal?
Vince turns and slowly leans forward as Reno rises to his feet and leaves the table.
Reno Banks: Wow! Really?? I don't have time to listen to anotha one of relationship squabbles right now. I'll be making a trip to the breakfast buffet. Please wrap up all this bullshit by the time I get back. Okay??
Vince Jones: What the fuck eva, Reno! Do what you gotta do!
Reno Banks: I'm serious!
Reno walks away and makes his way to the buffet as Vince and Jasmine continue to argue.
Vince Jones: V said it before and he'll say it again! Whateva happened last night happened! Jonesy was drunk and he don't rememba what went down! It is what it is! Now let's just get the fuck ova all this bullshit here!
Jasmine leans back in her chair and just shakes her head.
Jasmine: Just get ova it! That blonde bimbo tells me to my face that you're her fuckin' man and that she's your fuckin' "champ" and you just want me to drop the issue??
Vince Jones: Yeah...V was fuckin' drunk last night!
Jasmine: V you just don't...
All of a sudden the two of them catch sight of Reno Banks returning to the table with a plate piled high with scrambled eggs, sausage links, bacon, steaming homefried potatos, and buttered white toast. He plops himself down in his chair and looks at Vince and Jasmine one at a time again as he readies himself to eat.
Reno Banks: The two of you should really make your way over to that buffet. They've got a wonderful assortment of breakfast items. Definitely a good selection...
Vince and Jasmine remain silent. Reno just shakes his head.
Reno Banks: Well, I guess we'll try and get down to business....champ. First of all, how does it feel??
Vince cups his chin in thought.
Vince Jones: Feels pretty damn good, Reno. Feels good to wake up knowin' that you one of two of the most may-jah playas up in the UWA and cats have to get down with that fact because you now walkin' around with one of they straps around yo damn waist...
Jasmine leans to the side and softly laughs to herself.
Jasmine: (under her breath) Hmph! If only that was the only waist that was wearin' that damn belt of yours last night...
Vince barely catches wind of Jasmine's tongue in cheek remark only knowing that chances are she taking a jab at him.
Vince Jones: What you runnin' yo mouth about ova there, huh??
Jasmine: (under her breath) Now this guy gonna act like he don't know what the fuck I'm talkin' about now...
Reno quickly interjects.
Reno Banks: Anyways...Vince, I just wanted you to know that I'm proud of you and I always knew that it would be just a matta of time before this day would come. This only goes to show the rest of the UWA that Vince Jones is a force to be reckoned with. The man is risin'. The Vince Jones Express is off the ground and roarin'. In due time this plane gonna be soarin'...(in a high pitch voice) SKY HIGH!!!
Vince and Jasmine both glare back at Reno. Reno suddenly clears his throat.
Reno Banks: Anyways, the rest of my clients give their regards on a job well done out there last night.
Vince nods in a disinterested manner.
Vince Jones: Its whateva...
Reno Banks: So, with all that said I'm hoping that we can all move forward with business in a productive manner...
Jasmine: (rolls her eyes) Well, if moving forward with business means givin' the business to random ass bitches in your fuckin' hotel room then I think V is more than prepared to go all the way with that!
Vince slaps himself in the face and leans back ready to explode with fury over her cheap shot remark.
Vince Jones: Will you drop that shit??
Reno Banks quickly interjects in haste hoping to steer the conversation back on track.
Reno Banks: Monday Mayhem and Silva Baron...
Vince Jones: (in confusion) And what about that mahfucka, man?
Jasmine: What you suggesting an outlet for my man to get a hold of some more cheap ass sluts like the ones he was probably partying with last night?? I highly doubt he needs anymore help in that department...
Vince lunges forward and Reno immediately slides forward and tries to ease Vince back in his chair.
Vince Jones: You really lookin' to get lit the fuck up right now, Jasmine?? Is that what you lookin' for?
Jasmine leans forward and turns her cheek towards Vince in defiance.
Jasmine: Oh, I seriously wish you would, V! Go right on ahead! You saw what happened to Ray Rice! Take one good swing at me and I'll hit you up for every fuckin' dime your worth!
Reno motions for Jasmine to quiet up.
Reno Banks: That's enough! We're not here for domestic violence! We're here to plan, to prepare...
Vince glares across the table at Jasmine and she returns his gaze by blowing a kiss at him in mocking fashion as she mouths the words "Kiss my fuckin' ass you sorry ass son of a bitch".
Reno Banks: Once again we need to start plannin' for Mayhem in Tuscon. First of all, its about damn time that the UWA hears from the man that is now their reigning North American champ. Its time for "The One Man Dynasty", "The Career Killa"...
Vince Jones: The Violence...
Reno Banks pauses for a moment and just shakes his head.
Reno Banks: Do really have to get into that discussion again, Vinnie??
Vince shrugs his shoulders.
Vince Jones: Guess we gonna have to keep touchin' base on that shit until you get the pic-cha here! Jonesy been tellin' you for quite some time now that its time to drop all the bullshit and for the UWA to start gettin' to know who they dealin' with! Fuck all that otha noise, "The Violence" is the guy that walked outta Searin' Agony with the strap around his damn waist!
Reno Banks: Okay, okay....so you address the people. You make your statement and we set the tone for what is to be expected from here on out. The...
Vince Jones: Violence!!!
Reno Banks hesitates, takes a deep breath, and rolls his eyes as he replies.
Reno Banks: Yes..."The Violence" Vince Jones will make his presence felt. Then, we move onto Silva Baron...
Jasmine sighs and Vince immediately turns his attention towards Jasmine again in fury and points a finger.
Reno Banks: Turns out that your business with these Sin City Knights is far from ova with because you'll be facing Silva Baron in the ring that same night.
Vince leans back in his chair and scoffs at the idea.
Vince Jones: Anotha one of those fuckin' knights! What? Jonesy gonna have to go up against every fuckin' memba of their damn round table and shit?? First it was Skyla! Then, they dug up the kid, Craven, only for him to get his ass whupped! Then there was Freeman...
Reno Banks: Who like, Baron you shouldn't take lightly...
Vince Jones: Look, the first time against Freeman was a damn fluke! The man won! V gets that! Then, this guy answers with a three count last night ova the bitch! Its done! Its ova! He's dead! Cross him off the damn list, check mark that shit, whateva! Case closed! Fact is Silva Baron will be the next knight to get silenced! That's how it goes! So, his hos betta be ready to lick his fuckin' wounds clean!
A look of concern slowly crosses Reno's face as he slowly nods his head in agreement with Vince.
Reno Banks: I see...well, just make sure you've got your head on straight when the time comes...
Jasmine: Yeah...and not up in some bitch's twat!
Vince slowly leans forward and just shakes his head in disappointment with Reno and Jasmine.
Vince Jones: So what you sayin', huh?? What the two of you sayin' right now??
Reno leans forward and gently interlocks his fingers and looks at Vince out of the corner of his eyes.
Reno Banks: What I'm sayin' is that I don't want you to let that win last night go to your head. You walked away with the 'W' but its all eyes on Vinnie from this point on. This is the most opportune time for you to market the Vince Jones name as the next big thing, as a shoe in for World title consideration...
Vince Jones: (in a slow and deliberate tone) Just can the noise, Reno!
Reno Banks: Well, I was simply..
Vince Jones: Can the fuckin' noise! You don't even wanna be in some of the places V's minds been lately, man!
Reno Banks: (in confusion) I'm not followin' you...
Vince Jones: No one said there was anything to be followed! You do you! V'll take care of the rest!
Jasmine: Hmph! Prolly like you were takin' care of business with that blonde bitch last night, huh? Yeah, your fuckin' champ...
Vince slowly rises to his feet and glares down at Jasmine.
Vince Jones: Fuck you! The man gonna get his damn grub on now!
Vince turns and makes his way towards the buffett table. Jasmine turns in Vince's direction.
Jasmine: Love you too you, babe!
Vince flips her off as he continues on his way. Reno shrugs his shoulders and slowly turns his attention back to his plate of food that he had left untouched.
Reno Banks: (rolling his eyes) Oh, the fuckin' love is in the air this morning...
Jasmine: Wait'll you get a load of the hotel bill...
Reno Banks: (in confusion) Hotel bill?? What??
Jasmine: Oh, you'll see...the love will really be flowing then, Reno.
Reno looks on at her in curiosity at her last statement as the camera slowly fades to black.
The camera slowly fades into a hotel room which is gently lit by the sunlight seeping through the curtains of a window across the room. The camera pans around the vicinity and catches sight of empty bottles of champagne, empty and crushed beer cans, empty beer bottles, smashed beer bottles, random trash, and all sorts of randomness scattered all about the room. All indications on the scene seem to point towards everything and all in sight being the leftovers of some big hotel room party of some sort. The camera catches sight of a t.v that has been smashed in as well as bed sheets torn, shredded, and scattered about the floor as well as even more in heaping pile on one of the twin beds. A toppled lamp is also spotted lying on the floor. The camera continues to pan around the chaotic sight of the hotel room as it finally catches sight of the newly crowned UWA North American champion, Vince Jones, sprawled across a chair as if someone beat him over the head and left him there. He has one leg resting over one of the arms while the rest of his body is leaning to the other side barely managing to stay in place. All of a sudden the front door opens up and in steps Jasmine Shelley. Her head immediately pops up in shock at the disaster area which is their hotel room. She quickly closes the door behind her and puts her hands on her hips as her eyes catch sight of her man draped over the armchair across the room soundly sleeping and snoring.
Jasmine: V!
Vince slowly rolls over and begins muttering softly to himself under his breath as he continues sleeping. Jasmine immediately snatches up a t.v remote and throws it across the room nailing Vince in the head. Vince rolls over and falls off the chair onto the floor in a heap and slowly begins stirring to life.
Jasmine: V, what the hell is up with all of this shit?
Vince immediately clutches his head groaning as he slowly rises up to his knees and then slowly stands to his feet a bit off-balanced still at the moment from his deep slumber as well as an apparent hangover.
Vince Jones: What the fuck is up with what, huh?? And why you gonna come barging up in here so damn early in the damn morning and causin' yo man's grief and shit?
Vince stumbles towards the wall next to him and just leans against it while trying his absolute best to remain focused on his girlfriend, Jasmine.
Jasmine: Uhhh, hellooo!! What the fuck do you think I'm talkin' about?? Take a look around this place! Its a fuckin' wreck!!!
Vince slowly looks around the room as Jasmine points out all that makes up the chaotic display in front of her. Vince turns his back towards the wall, shakes his head, and just shrugs his shoulders.
Vince Jones: (chuckles to himself) Looks like it was a fuckin' good time, baby girl....
Jasmine shakes her head totally infuritated by Vince's nonchalance at the moment and makes her way to the center of the room kicking the debris and garbage on the floor to either sided.
Jasmine: Oh, really, V?? I mean you've got beer cans and champagne bottles tossed all over! We have a smashed up t.v! We're supposed to be checkin' out this place this morning! You're not the least bit concerned about the kinda tab you may have managed to rack up here with all the destruction you and God knows who else caused in here overnight??
Vince throws up his hands and just shrugs the whole situation off.
Vince Jones: Yeah...that might be a bit of an issue and all; but, fuck it! Reno can take care of it! Like V really gives a fuck about all this shit right now! When you celebratin' you go all out sometimes! When you go all out things gonna get smashed up here and there! Jonesy the new UWA North American champion and from the looks of all this shit ya boy turned up and turned this mahfucka out! So, It is what it is...
Jasmine starts trembling in frustration. All of a sudden the sound of rustling bed sheets can be heard as the groan of a female can be heard coming from under a pile of bed sheets thrown about on one of the beds. Vince and Jasmine slowly turn around to the source of the noise, totally surprised by the fact that they are not alone. Jasmine shoots an angry glare towards Vince as he just shrugs his shoulders in response. She begins mouthing every curse word imaginable as she slowly creeps up to the moving heap of bed sheets, grabs them, and throws them to the floor revealing a young, busty blonde laying in bed holding her head and groaning at the sight of daylight while wearing Vince's newly won UWA North American title belt around her waist.
Jasmine: Awww fuck no! Who the hell is this bitch, huh??
Jasmine folds her arms across her chest, purses her lips, and just shakes her head in absolute fury at the sight of the blonde laying in bed. Vince puts a hand to his throbbing head as he rolls his eyes back at Jasmine.
Vince Jones: Why you pullin' the twenty-one questions and shit on a bruh right now, huh?? V don't know who the fuck that (points at the blonde) blonde bitch is! V barely even know what the fuck even went down last night! Last thing Jonesy remembas is walkin' out the fuckin' arena with the gold...
Jasmine nods her head and quickly interjects.
Jasmine: Oh yeah, the gold! Yeah! The fuckin' gold belt that (points at the blonde) this bitch right here is wearin' around her fuckin' waist right now! Is that the gold you talkin' about, V??
Vince Jones: Yeah....that gold!
Jasmine: And why she wearin' your belt, V?? You mind explainin' to me how this random ass bitch got a hold of that shit and she just so happens to be sleepin' in bed in our fuckin' hotel room as we speak??
Vince Jones: Its...you askin' a bruh with a fuckin' hangova and shit how that bitch ended here? Maybe she broke in...
The blonde slowly rolls over and continues groaning softly to herself, totally oblivious to the commotion that's going on around her as the result of her hangover.
Blonde girl: Can you...keep it down. Ya too loud...
Jasmine: Now this triflin' ass ho gonna tell me I'm makin' too much noise in my own room now, V??
Jasmine continues shaking her head totally fuming at the sight and possibility of another woman being with her man.
Jasmine: So, I'm gonna ask you one more time, V! Who the fuck is she and where the fuck did you find this bitch?? You still haven't answered my question! I mean its simple...
Vince Jones: Whoa, whoa, whoooooa!! Hold the phone here! First of all, how 'bout you tone it done just a lil bit, Jasmine! Just tone down the noise just a lil! Aight?? V was obviously poppin' some bottles and this guy's head not feelin' right at the moment.
Jasmine walks up to Vince and slaps him square across the face. Vince winces a bit slightly rattled by a mix of the smack and his current hungover state of being.
Vince Jones: Yo! The head, baby! The head!!
Jasmine: Yeah! Ya damn right your head's not right!
Jasmine slaps Vince across the face yet again and Vince immediately snatches her by the wrists to restrain her from assaulting him even more.
Vince Jones: Chill it!!
Vince releases her and shoves her backwards.
Jasmine:Uh huh! Yeah! Poppin' bottles and a whole helluva lot more! Well, if you don't know who the fuck she is then maybe I'll ask her my damn self!
Vince Jones: (in confusion) What??
Jasmine marches back over the bed where the blonde is sleeping soundly and she begins tapping her on the cheek in order to wake her up.
Jasmine: C'mon, bitch! Wake the fuck up!
The blonde begins giggling to herself softly as Jasmine continues nudging her gently trying to wake her up. All of a sudden Jasmine pulls back and smacks the woman right across the face quickly waking her up as she sits up in bed in surprise.
Blonde girl: What the hell was that for?
She immediately turns in the direction of Jasmine and glances at her in confusion.
Blonde girl: Who the hell are you??
Jasmine folds her arms across her chest and cocks her head to the side.
Jasmine: Funny, I was about to ask you the same damn thing....
The blonde slowly grabs a hold of the belt, rolls out of bed, and stands to her feet.
Jasmine: So, who the fuck are you, huh?
The blonde turns towards Vince who is standing still merely observing the meeting between his girlfriend and this other woman. A bright smile slowly crosses her face as she struts across the room and puts her arms around Vince.
Blonde girl: Well, if you really have to know my name is Lena and this right here is my tall, dark, handsome, and jacked up Hershey chocolate bar.
Jasmine: Oh really??
The blonde nods her head in agreement as she looks up at Vince and smiles. Vince looks down at her a bit uneasily as he appears to still have no recollection of who she is whatsoever.
Lena: I mean there were a whole lotta of others here last night; but, he told me point blank that I'm (she points to the loose fitting UWA belt around her waist) his one and only champ!
Jasmine: Oh, so that's how you got that shiny belt you're wearing??
Jasmine turns her attention to Vince once again and gives him the look of death.
Lena: (giggling) You betcha! He told me to take it for a lil spin because he was gonna be stickin' that big....long...key of his in my ignition and takin' me for a lil test drive and all at some point.
Vince looks down at her a bit surprised at the bad timing of all the sudden revelations of truth coming out of Lena's mouth from the night before. Lena gently purrs and leans in closer to Vince. Vince shrugs his shoulders still somewhat confused as to all that went down the night before. Jasmine slowly makes her way over to the girl who just gazes back at her with a mocking grin.
Jasmine: I see....
Lena: Is that somewhat a problem for you? And who the hell are you anyways?
Jasmine: Who the hell am I?? Funny of you to ask...Lena, was it?
Lena nods her head.
Lena: Yeah. You got it right!
Jasmine nods and clicks her tongue softly as she shoots Lena a cold, hard stare.
Jasmine: Well Lena, my name is Jasmine Shelley, his REAL woman and if you don't take your hands off my man I'm gonna turn into your worst fuckin' nightmare REAL quick! You got that...bitch??
Vince remains silent with the feeling in the back of his mind that something is about to pop off real at any given moment. Meanwhile Lena gazes back at Jasmine and smiles back at her defiantly.
Lena: Well, maybe its just me; but, if "your man" really wanted me gone all he has to do right now is push me away.
Lena puts a finger up to her chin in a mocking fashion.
Lena: Hmmm...doesn't look like he's pushed me away so maybe its (she reaches out and taps Jasmine on the nose) you that needs to step off...
Jasmine turns to the side and begins muttering to herself under her breath.
Jasmine: (under her breath) Did this bitch just touch me?? Did she really just touch me? Ah fuck no! This bitch obviously don't know who the hell she dealin' with right now!
Vince Jones: Jasmine...
All of a sudden the scene switches to the hallway outside of the room where the door swings open and Jasmine and Lena go spilling out on the floor yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs at one another. Jasmine pounces ontop of her and begins wailing away like a mad dog as Lena tries her best to protect herself.
Jasmine: I don't eva (*punch*) ....eva (*punch*) wanna see you with your arms (*punch*) around my fuckin' man again!!! (*punch, punch*) You got that shit, bitch!!! (*punch*) I catch you anywhere near my man...
Vince immediately comes running out the door, snatches up Jasmine, yanks her off of the poor girl, and begins dragging her away kicking and screaming. Lena quickly rises to her feet and stumbles to she side against the wall with a loud thud and drops Vince's belt on the floor. She quickly regains her balance and goes scurrying off down the hall in retreat. Jasmine tries her best to break free from Vince's grasp, but its to no avail.
Lena: You crazy ass bitch!!!
Jasmine: I got yo crazy ass bitch right here!! Come see me (points at herself emphatically) !! Come see me again!!
All of a sudden a door from across the hallway opens up and an elderly man pokes his head out in confusion.
Old man: What's with all the commotion out here?? Is there something wrong??
Vince shakes his head and just glares at the old man.
Vince Jones: Everything's cool here...
Old man: I heard all the bumping and yelling of bloody murder out here and it got my wife and I bit worried...
Vince Jones: Look here, old man! Everything's cool now you can carry yo old wrinkled up ass back to yo bed, shut yo eyes, and shut yo damn mouth.
The elderly man slowly slips back in his room and closes the door behind him to stay out of harm's way.
The camera slowly fades to black. The camera fades back in and we see Vince Jones and Jasmine seated at a small table in the midst of a small partner restaurant affiliated with the hotel. The two of them are seated there in silence as they try their best not to look at one another. All of a sudden Reno Banks appears on the scene and makes his way to the table with a bright grin plastered across his face. He tips his hat to the both of them and greets them with a hearty welcome.
Reno Banks: Well good morning, champ! How does it feel? How does it feel to know that...
Reno finally catches sight of the sour looks on the faces of Vince and Jasmine and he slowly takes his seat at the table.
Reno Banks: Is it gonna be one of those mornings??
Vince and Jasmine remain silent as the two of them continue looking in opposite directions.
Reno Banks: We gonna talk here??
The silence continues. Reno rolls his eyes and just shakes his head in utter disappointment with the two of them.
Reno Banks: I'll have you both know that this is the morning afta the big victory at Searing Agony. Vince Jones is now the North American Champion of the UWA yet the tension at this table is thick and the two of you are sitting here as if...
Reno turns and looks at the both of them one after the other, rolls his eyes, and just looks upwards.
Reno Banks: Do I dare even ask?
Vince Jones: (points at Jasmine) This bitch...
Jasmine slowly turns around and glares in the direction of Vince.
Jasmine: Oh, this bitch? This bitch, huh?? Is that what you said?? Well, if you learned how to keep your dick in your pants and I didn't catch you with all these random ass hoes all the time maybe we wouldn't have any problems here, V! Why is it that you men always are so quick to label us women as bitches when we merely gettin' pissed off at the obvioius, huh?? Yet the second you even see me wave "hi" to anotha man you're ready to put a guy in the hospital? You don't think that's just a lil hypocritcal?
Vince turns and slowly leans forward as Reno rises to his feet and leaves the table.
Reno Banks: Wow! Really?? I don't have time to listen to anotha one of relationship squabbles right now. I'll be making a trip to the breakfast buffet. Please wrap up all this bullshit by the time I get back. Okay??
Vince Jones: What the fuck eva, Reno! Do what you gotta do!
Reno Banks: I'm serious!
Reno walks away and makes his way to the buffet as Vince and Jasmine continue to argue.
Vince Jones: V said it before and he'll say it again! Whateva happened last night happened! Jonesy was drunk and he don't rememba what went down! It is what it is! Now let's just get the fuck ova all this bullshit here!
Jasmine leans back in her chair and just shakes her head.
Jasmine: Just get ova it! That blonde bimbo tells me to my face that you're her fuckin' man and that she's your fuckin' "champ" and you just want me to drop the issue??
Vince Jones: Yeah...V was fuckin' drunk last night!
Jasmine: V you just don't...
All of a sudden the two of them catch sight of Reno Banks returning to the table with a plate piled high with scrambled eggs, sausage links, bacon, steaming homefried potatos, and buttered white toast. He plops himself down in his chair and looks at Vince and Jasmine one at a time again as he readies himself to eat.
Reno Banks: The two of you should really make your way over to that buffet. They've got a wonderful assortment of breakfast items. Definitely a good selection...
Vince and Jasmine remain silent. Reno just shakes his head.
Reno Banks: Well, I guess we'll try and get down to business....champ. First of all, how does it feel??
Vince cups his chin in thought.
Vince Jones: Feels pretty damn good, Reno. Feels good to wake up knowin' that you one of two of the most may-jah playas up in the UWA and cats have to get down with that fact because you now walkin' around with one of they straps around yo damn waist...
Jasmine leans to the side and softly laughs to herself.
Jasmine: (under her breath) Hmph! If only that was the only waist that was wearin' that damn belt of yours last night...
Vince barely catches wind of Jasmine's tongue in cheek remark only knowing that chances are she taking a jab at him.
Vince Jones: What you runnin' yo mouth about ova there, huh??
Jasmine: (under her breath) Now this guy gonna act like he don't know what the fuck I'm talkin' about now...
Reno quickly interjects.
Reno Banks: Anyways...Vince, I just wanted you to know that I'm proud of you and I always knew that it would be just a matta of time before this day would come. This only goes to show the rest of the UWA that Vince Jones is a force to be reckoned with. The man is risin'. The Vince Jones Express is off the ground and roarin'. In due time this plane gonna be soarin'...(in a high pitch voice) SKY HIGH!!!
Vince and Jasmine both glare back at Reno. Reno suddenly clears his throat.
Reno Banks: Anyways, the rest of my clients give their regards on a job well done out there last night.
Vince nods in a disinterested manner.
Vince Jones: Its whateva...
Reno Banks: So, with all that said I'm hoping that we can all move forward with business in a productive manner...
Jasmine: (rolls her eyes) Well, if moving forward with business means givin' the business to random ass bitches in your fuckin' hotel room then I think V is more than prepared to go all the way with that!
Vince slaps himself in the face and leans back ready to explode with fury over her cheap shot remark.
Vince Jones: Will you drop that shit??
Reno Banks quickly interjects in haste hoping to steer the conversation back on track.
Reno Banks: Monday Mayhem and Silva Baron...
Vince Jones: (in confusion) And what about that mahfucka, man?
Jasmine: What you suggesting an outlet for my man to get a hold of some more cheap ass sluts like the ones he was probably partying with last night?? I highly doubt he needs anymore help in that department...
Vince lunges forward and Reno immediately slides forward and tries to ease Vince back in his chair.
Vince Jones: You really lookin' to get lit the fuck up right now, Jasmine?? Is that what you lookin' for?
Jasmine leans forward and turns her cheek towards Vince in defiance.
Jasmine: Oh, I seriously wish you would, V! Go right on ahead! You saw what happened to Ray Rice! Take one good swing at me and I'll hit you up for every fuckin' dime your worth!
Reno motions for Jasmine to quiet up.
Reno Banks: That's enough! We're not here for domestic violence! We're here to plan, to prepare...
Vince glares across the table at Jasmine and she returns his gaze by blowing a kiss at him in mocking fashion as she mouths the words "Kiss my fuckin' ass you sorry ass son of a bitch".
Reno Banks: Once again we need to start plannin' for Mayhem in Tuscon. First of all, its about damn time that the UWA hears from the man that is now their reigning North American champ. Its time for "The One Man Dynasty", "The Career Killa"...
Vince Jones: The Violence...
Reno Banks pauses for a moment and just shakes his head.
Reno Banks: Do really have to get into that discussion again, Vinnie??
Vince shrugs his shoulders.
Vince Jones: Guess we gonna have to keep touchin' base on that shit until you get the pic-cha here! Jonesy been tellin' you for quite some time now that its time to drop all the bullshit and for the UWA to start gettin' to know who they dealin' with! Fuck all that otha noise, "The Violence" is the guy that walked outta Searin' Agony with the strap around his damn waist!
Reno Banks: Okay, okay....so you address the people. You make your statement and we set the tone for what is to be expected from here on out. The...
Vince Jones: Violence!!!
Reno Banks hesitates, takes a deep breath, and rolls his eyes as he replies.
Reno Banks: Yes..."The Violence" Vince Jones will make his presence felt. Then, we move onto Silva Baron...
Jasmine sighs and Vince immediately turns his attention towards Jasmine again in fury and points a finger.
Reno Banks: Turns out that your business with these Sin City Knights is far from ova with because you'll be facing Silva Baron in the ring that same night.
Vince leans back in his chair and scoffs at the idea.
Vince Jones: Anotha one of those fuckin' knights! What? Jonesy gonna have to go up against every fuckin' memba of their damn round table and shit?? First it was Skyla! Then, they dug up the kid, Craven, only for him to get his ass whupped! Then there was Freeman...
Reno Banks: Who like, Baron you shouldn't take lightly...
Vince Jones: Look, the first time against Freeman was a damn fluke! The man won! V gets that! Then, this guy answers with a three count last night ova the bitch! Its done! Its ova! He's dead! Cross him off the damn list, check mark that shit, whateva! Case closed! Fact is Silva Baron will be the next knight to get silenced! That's how it goes! So, his hos betta be ready to lick his fuckin' wounds clean!
A look of concern slowly crosses Reno's face as he slowly nods his head in agreement with Vince.
Reno Banks: I see...well, just make sure you've got your head on straight when the time comes...
Jasmine: Yeah...and not up in some bitch's twat!
Vince slowly leans forward and just shakes his head in disappointment with Reno and Jasmine.
Vince Jones: So what you sayin', huh?? What the two of you sayin' right now??
Reno leans forward and gently interlocks his fingers and looks at Vince out of the corner of his eyes.
Reno Banks: What I'm sayin' is that I don't want you to let that win last night go to your head. You walked away with the 'W' but its all eyes on Vinnie from this point on. This is the most opportune time for you to market the Vince Jones name as the next big thing, as a shoe in for World title consideration...
Vince Jones: (in a slow and deliberate tone) Just can the noise, Reno!
Reno Banks: Well, I was simply..
Vince Jones: Can the fuckin' noise! You don't even wanna be in some of the places V's minds been lately, man!
Reno Banks: (in confusion) I'm not followin' you...
Vince Jones: No one said there was anything to be followed! You do you! V'll take care of the rest!
Jasmine: Hmph! Prolly like you were takin' care of business with that blonde bitch last night, huh? Yeah, your fuckin' champ...
Vince slowly rises to his feet and glares down at Jasmine.
Vince Jones: Fuck you! The man gonna get his damn grub on now!
Vince turns and makes his way towards the buffett table. Jasmine turns in Vince's direction.
Jasmine: Love you too you, babe!
Vince flips her off as he continues on his way. Reno shrugs his shoulders and slowly turns his attention back to his plate of food that he had left untouched.
Reno Banks: (rolling his eyes) Oh, the fuckin' love is in the air this morning...
Jasmine: Wait'll you get a load of the hotel bill...
Reno Banks: (in confusion) Hotel bill?? What??
Jasmine: Oh, you'll see...the love will really be flowing then, Reno.
Reno looks on at her in curiosity at her last statement as the camera slowly fades to black.