Post by vincejones on Aug 20, 2014 19:56:40 GMT -6
The screen is black and all is silent. All of a sudden Vince Jones' gruff, battle-hardened voice parts the silence.
"What goes on in the mind of a champion? What really goes on up in there, huh??"
The camera fades in and catches sight of Vince Jones walking down the hallway of an arena with his UWA North American title draped over his shoulder. He is followed behind by Jasmine, Reno Banks ,and his brother Keshawn Jones. The four of them march down the hallway together as if they are a small army.
"Yo, it ain't all that you think. You did the job... "
The scene switches to the Searing Agony where Vince Jones can be seen getting his hand raised after coming away with the victory against Kyle Travis and Fraser Freeman.
"You got the strap..."
The UWA North American title belt is handed over to Vince Jones and he looks down at it with delighted eyes.
" You know you the guy to beat. And that's where it all starts..."
The scene switches to another hallway where Vince Jones passes some of the UWA developmental talent that eye the gold draped over Vince Jones' shoulder with hungry eyes. Vince Jones immediately stops in his tracks and shoots the two wrestlers a cold, hard stare. They both take a slight step back and Vince Jones begins marching on once again followed by his small entourage.
"...Because you know that each and every mahfucka that you come across has got they eyes on yo prize and they all just waitin' patiently for the opportunity to swipe that shit from ya..."
The scene switches to a locker room where a sweat drenched, Vince Jones is seen sitting on a bench staring down at his UWA North American title.
"Its fuckin' crazy how somethin' that you been bustin' yo ass to get yo hands on could be the one thing that could almost be considered a fuckin' curse to ya at the same damn time...Why??"
The sound of a crowd can be heard counting out...
1...
2...
3!!!
"Because no matta how confident you are in what you fuckin' do deep down inside you know that on any given night if you not on yo A-game, if you slip up that one time, if some mahfucka catches you sleepin' for that one moment...it could be yo last moment callin' yo self a damn champion."
A clip is shown of Vince Jones getting upset by Silver Baron in a match on Monday Night Mayhem. The sound of a crowd at ringside is heard counting once again...
1.....
2....
3!!!!
The clip suddenly switches to Vince Jones losing another upset against The Black Orchid on yet another Monday Night Mayhem. The ring bell can be heard sounding as Vince Jones just barely misses his opportunity to break free from the pinfall.
"At the same time that rush of not knowin' what's to come next gets yo blood pumpin'! It gets ya hyped! It makes you beg for the rolla coasta ride to neva end!
The clip switches to Vince Jones powerbombing Fraser Freeman off of a stage at a Monday Night Mayhem show. The clips switches to Fraser Freeman jumping off a barricade and flat-lining Vince Jones and a whole host of security guards. The clip then switches to Vince Jones and Freeman trading blow after blow after blow.
"So, with all that shit aside we got this cat named Fray-sha Freeman steppin' up to the plate lookin' to do the unthinkable, take V. Jones' UWA North American title strap Raising Hell! The date? August twenty-fourth. The place? Orleans Arena in mahfuckin' "Sin City" Las Vegas, Nevada in an Ambulance match!"
"No matta how twisted shit may get in this champ's head from time-to-time there's only one fact, one truth that keeps this man pointed in the right direction...at Raising Hell one man walkin' out the building with the gold the otha mahfuckin' gettin' stuffed in the back of a fuckin' Ambulance to be shipped off on down the road to ER! "The Violence" Vince mahfuckin' Jones is and will still be yo damn champ! Love that damn fact or leave it! See ya at Raising Hell! 'Nuff said!"
All of a sudden the video clip comes to an end and we appear to be in a small restaurant. Vince Jones sets his phone down on the table as Reno's voice can be heard on the line.
Reno Banks: So, what do ya think, V?? I hope you enjoyed that little vignette because I plan on running that all by the UWA and hoping that we can see some airtime for it. I mean this Freeman Jones match-up is gonna be huge and it needs to be properly marketed for it to reach its full potential! I mean this match has the potential to totally blow the roof of the show as a whole!
Vince stuffs a roll in his mouth and begins munching on it as he replies.
Vince Jones: Yeah...good stuff, man. Good stuff.
Reno Banks: Good stuff? Is that it??
All of a sudden Jasmine appears a bit irritated by Vince and begins snapping her fingers in his face trying to get his attention. Vince glances up and glares at her.
Vince Jones: Yo, just chill out for a sec! Aight??
All of a sudden Reno Banks can be heard yelling back from the phone.
Reno Banks: Chill out?? The nerve of ya, Vinnie J!!! The fuckin' nerve of ya, man!
Vince Jones rolls his eyes at Jasmine who is still trying to get his attention at the dinner table as Reno continues his ranting from the phone.
Reno Banks: I stick my neck out for ya constantly! I do all that I do for ya on a consistent basis and you want me to chill out??
Jasmine reaches over and exits Vince's phone conversation.
Jasmine: Really?? I mean we're at dinner. Hellooooo!! You and Reno can't save all that for lay-tah??
Vince snatches the phone back from Jasmine in fury.
Vince Jones: Damnit, Jasmine! Reno all butt hurt ova some shit and you end the fuckin' convo?? Great! Now he's gonna be callin' back in a sec gettin' even more pissy and shit than he was before!
All of a sudden the phone rings once again and Vince quickly answers.
Reno Banks: Wow! That's really noble of ya, V?? You're just gonna hang up on me??
Vince Jones: It was Jasmine. We at...
Reno Banks: Let me tell ya somethin', V! If you think I had fun this week getting attacked by The Protectah and gettin' tied to a chair all because I happen to be your supportah you've got something wrong! I'm an agent for cryin' outloud! I'm a business man, not a wrestler! I didn't deserve to be physically mishandled like I was at Mayhem; but, it happened!
Vince Jones nods his head and rolls eyes as he continues listening to Reno's absolute rant fest. Jasmine watches and folds her arms across her chest in fury with Vince's lack of attention to her.
Reno Banks: And another thing...you have no clue whatsoeva about what I go through for you. I handle the business side of things. I'm the guy that gets you hooked up with each and every gig that you've got. I'm the guy constantly negotiating with the UWA about your brother, Keshawn Jones! The least you could do right now is...
All of a sudden Jasmine snatches Vince's phone from out of his hand, cuts off the conversation, and tosses it in her purse. Vince just stares back at her in disbelief.
Vince Jones: And who the fuck do you think you are, huh??
Jasmine leans forward and glares back at Vince, unmoved by his fury.
Jasmine: I'm the woman that you should be paying more attention to right now! That's who (points at herself) I am!
Vince Jones: So, you just gonna snatch V's phone out his damn hand like that and shit?? You must be out yo damn mind!
Jasmine shrugs and scoffs at Vince's anger.
Jasmine: Well, maybe I am! Maybe I am out my mind right now! Sometimes that's what happens when you start feeling like you're just being shoved to the side!
Vince Jones leans back in his chair and cups his chin in thought.
Vince Jones: Shoved to the side?? And what the fuck gives you that idea, huh??
Jasmine: Oh, would you like me to run down the list??
Vince Jones: Spit it out!
Jasmine pauses as if in deep thought.
Jasmine: Hmmmm....let's see. How about the fact that ever since you and your brother, Keshawn, hooked back up again its been you and him, you and him all the damn time! You and Reno are constantly in talks about this, that, and whateva! I might be crazy; but, I swear that the two of them get most if not all of your time nowadays! You never come home! You and I barely eva talk anymore! And when you finally do show up you're obsessing ova that damn belt of yours!
Vince Jones: Well, what you expect? When you a champ the schedule gonna get a lil tighta than it was before! That's just how the biz works!
Jasmine: Oh, that's how the biz works! Well, the biz can work howeva it works! I'm just sayin' that I should be a little bit higher up on your priority list, not an afta thought!
Vince snarls in frustration with Jasmine's rant.
Vince Jones: Yo! We really gotta do this right now, Jasmine??
Jasmine: If this is gonna be the one time that I actually have your undivided attention than maybe so!
Vince Jones: Jasmine...
Jasmine gives Vince the hand and continues on with her rant.
Jasmine: I know you're a champ right now! I understand that shit! I'm just sayin' that I just wish you would take just a little more time out of your schedule to be appreciative of me, V! That's all I ask!
Vince Jones: Jasmine will ya...
Jasmine: No, I don't want all the bullshit from ya right now! I want you to stop for a second and commit to takin' care of business as a fuckin' boyfriend, not a fuckin' pro-wrestler for a change! Its all about the game with you! Its all about that damn belt of yours! Its all about...
Vince slams his fist on the table and roars with outrage.
Vince Jones: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN!!!
Jasmine as well as a few restaurant guests at surrounding tables become a bit unsettled and startled by Vince's sudden outburst. Vince slowly leans forward and stares Jasmine dead on in the eyes.
Vince Jones: You have no fuckin' clue right now, Jasmine! You have absolutely no fuckin' clue!
Jasmine: V, don't you..
Vince Jones: SHUT UP AND LISTEN!!
Jasmine goes silent and Vince tries to regain his composure despite the fact that he appears to still be ready to boil over with rage at any moment.
Vince Jones: You have no fuckin' clue the shit that's goin' through right now! You supposed to be V's down ass bitch, but you still totally out the fuckin' loop!
Jasmine: (in sarcasm) Oh, so you got a lot on your mind, huh??
Vince Jones: You damn right V gotta helluva a lot of shit on his head right now! The show's comin' up in just a few, short, fuckin' days! Shit's as heavy as its eva been right now and all you can dwell on is V bein' tight with you and shit?? Where the fuck were you at that last Monday Mayhem, huh?? Where the fuck were you when that bastard, Fray-sha Freeman, appearin' from out the fuckin' cut and turnin' the heat up anotha fuckin' notch past boiling, huh?? Jones and Freeman brawlin' for it all with security comin' out to break that shit up! Jonesy gets booked in an Ambulance match for his gold! Freeman's homeboy, The Protectah, pouncin' on Keshawn and Reno and tyin' them both up in the back! When he not doin' shit like that the bitch comin' out the shadows tryin' to get the drop on yo mans, Jonesy! You got Silva fuckin' Baron in the mix in all this shit too! V enters a fuckin' buildin' and he gotta keep an eye out at all times cuz there's no tellin' what could be goin' down at any given moment! All that shit's goin' down and your biggest worry has to do with our fuckin' relationship and shit??
Jasmine folds her arms across her chest and fall silent.
Vince Jones: Well, maybe you don't get it at all cuz V tries his fuckin' best to keep you away from it all, the damn heat! Why?? Cuz the heat is fuckin' scorchin' in the fuckin' kitchen right now, babe! Maybe you oblivious cuz V makes sure you pullin' up the rear so you don't have to deal with all the shit he dealin' with right now! Maybe its time for V to let you take that walk on the front line and see all the shit that V sees for a change, Jasmine!
Jasmine remains silent and Vince just shakes his head with an angry scowl plastered across his face.
Vince Jones: You can go ahead and be like that all you fuckin' want; but, you don't walk in these shoes, Jasmine! You may follow behind close; but, you don't walk in these fuckin' shoes! So, let V fill yo ass on a little somethin', somethin' here! V in the midst of a damn war! This war been fuckin' brewin' for months now! Jonesy willin' to do whateva, wheneva, and howeva to whoeva the the fuck he has to do it to from the bottom all the way up to the top of Freeman's chain! No one in his camp is fuckin' safe right now and he knows that shit! Its all about take no prisonahs! At the same fuckin' time the bitch willin' to go just as fuckin' far!
Jasmine: Oh, I'm sorry, V! I supposedly don't understand!
Vince slams his fist on the table intently and shakes his head.
Vince Jones: You don't fuckin' understand!
Jasmine: I understand a whole lot more than you're willing to give me credit for understanding...
Vince Jones: You don't know shit, Jasmine! This is not a fuckin' game here right now! Bullets are flyin' and afta Searing Agony and this fuckin' Ambulance Match only one man gonna be left standing! V plannin' on knockin' that bitch out, stuffin' his punk in the back of that damn ambulance, and shuttin' the fuckin' door on all this mess once and for all! Get it? Got it? Good!
Jasmine: Okay! I understand that; but...
Vince Jones: Its a fuckin' war, Jasmine! When you in a war its not about lookin' pretty! Its not about showin' off what you got! It's about seek and destroy! The women stay at home and ya fuckin' souljahs take care of the rest! Keshawn Jones, he a fuckin' souljah, babe! He EDW up and down, through and through to the fuckin' core! Jonesy and V been through thick and thin, been through it all! Toughen it out on the fuckin' streets and back! He the type of down ass mahfucka V wants watchin' his back in times like these! No doubt!
Jasmine leans back in her chair and shakes her head in disinterest with Vince's words.
Jasmine: (under her breath) What the fuck eva...
Vince continues on totally disregarding Jasmine's present demeanor.
Vince Jones: Reno Banks, he brings the brains! He brings the mastah plan! Jonesy shits on his name all the time; but, the man puts it all togetha! The man the fuckin' orchestrata! The man the fuckin' ghostwritin' general!
Jasmine immediately leans forward and slaps Vince Jones across the face totally catching him off guard.
Jasmine: I'm tired of hearing all this bullshit, V! I'm tired of it! I know what you're going through! I see what you see! I feel what you feel! When you're hurt I'm hurting too! You like to fill people in on shit like you're all-knowing! Well, how about you sit back, relax, and listen to me for a change while I fill your ass in on a few things that you may not realize!
An awkward silence passes over the two and Vince suddenly interrupts the silence.
Vince Jones: Well, you wanna cut V off with this prophetic shit you wanna spit....well, spit it out!
Jasmine: You're so wrapped up with Reno and Keshawn right now; but, at the end of the day I'm the one that's connected to you the most. Where the fuck has Keshawn been all these years since BWA, huh?? Well, where the fuck has he been?? He ran off on you once and left wrestling altogether! What makes you think he doesn't do that again! 360 and 360WE, it was you and me! Lights Out Wrestling, it was you and me! Core, it was you and me togetha! You and I have been up and down the road togetha for years and you claim that I don't know what's going on, that I can't hang in the kitchen?? At the end of the day you two are brothers...yes; but, he's got his own shit! He's got Layla! He's got his own life to deal with! And when its all said and done that's what his biggest concerns are!
Vince leans back in his chair, gazing back at Jasmine as her words slowly seep in through his every pore.
Jasmine: Oh, and let's talk about Reno, your so-called general! Now I'm not gonna deny that he's a smart man! He's a visionary! He's an architect; but, at the end of the day he's a business man and you're far from his only line of business! You talk as if you're the only guy he represents sometimes! I hate to break it to ya; but, Reno is the head honcho of a network of other clients! You've got his undivided attention one moment; but, there are a whole host of otha wrestlers that have his ear too! You think he'd blink a fuckin' eye if you were knocked out of wrestling for good one day?? Hell no! Reno's still gonna get paid! He has others! You're nothing more than a cash cow to him at the end of the day, V! As long as you're rakin' in the money for him he'll be trotting along behind you like a fuckin' puppy dog with his fake ass grin plastered across his face!
Vince Jones: Yeah. That may be true; but....
Jasmine reaches out and puts two fingers over Vince's lips.
Jasmine: You can downplay me and all that I do for you all you want; but, when its all said and done I'm there for you always. I may not be a fighter like your brother and I may not be a master architectural genius of plotting like Reno; but, my heart is with you all the time, V!
Vince slowly nods.
Jasmine: Remember all those times you would sneak ova to my house at night when you were gashed up and wounded afta your gangbangin' nights with your crew? It was me who was patchin' you up! It was me who was cleanin' ya up! It was me who was sittin' keeping you calm until you could finally fall asleep at night, V! And I hope you remember the name signed to each and every letter you received when you were locked up they always read...Jasmine Shelley with love and a kiss. Oh, don't think there weren't guys lining up at my doorstep telling me night and day that you were long gone and that I needed to move on! I heard it from them all; but, despite everything they were promising me to walk away from you I waited....I waited until the day that you finally showed up at my doorstep sayin' that "big daddy was back home". Oh, and remember when you were rushed to ER who was it that was there with you by your bedside? It was me. So, don't eva go there with me again about not knowing, not being able to handle the heat with you, V! You claim sometimes that you've been forged in the flames of life well I've been there along with you every step of the way!
Jasmine slowly slides her chair backwards and peers deep into Vince's eyes.
Jasmine: Now if you'll excuse me...I'll be heading to the ladies room. Let all that shit marinate on your mind for a moment while I'm gone...
She rises to her feet, turns, walks away, and leaves Vince at the table all alone in silence. Vince cups his chin in silent thought.
"Well, as much as V hates to admit it that's one ride or die bitch right there, man! That's fa sho! If she willin' ride hard like that then V willin' to roll the fuck all ova Freeman at Raising Hell and put an end to all this shit! Cuz if anyone's career's dyin' in Vegas its gonna be Freeman's so they can bury his bitch ass along with it down the way in his fuckin' Pleasure Dome where the mahfucka's carcass can rot in pieces courtesy of The Violence! Its goin' down, baby! Its goin' down..."
The camera slowly fades to black.
"What goes on in the mind of a champion? What really goes on up in there, huh??"
The camera fades in and catches sight of Vince Jones walking down the hallway of an arena with his UWA North American title draped over his shoulder. He is followed behind by Jasmine, Reno Banks ,and his brother Keshawn Jones. The four of them march down the hallway together as if they are a small army.
"Yo, it ain't all that you think. You did the job... "
The scene switches to the Searing Agony where Vince Jones can be seen getting his hand raised after coming away with the victory against Kyle Travis and Fraser Freeman.
"You got the strap..."
The UWA North American title belt is handed over to Vince Jones and he looks down at it with delighted eyes.
" You know you the guy to beat. And that's where it all starts..."
The scene switches to another hallway where Vince Jones passes some of the UWA developmental talent that eye the gold draped over Vince Jones' shoulder with hungry eyes. Vince Jones immediately stops in his tracks and shoots the two wrestlers a cold, hard stare. They both take a slight step back and Vince Jones begins marching on once again followed by his small entourage.
"...Because you know that each and every mahfucka that you come across has got they eyes on yo prize and they all just waitin' patiently for the opportunity to swipe that shit from ya..."
The scene switches to a locker room where a sweat drenched, Vince Jones is seen sitting on a bench staring down at his UWA North American title.
"Its fuckin' crazy how somethin' that you been bustin' yo ass to get yo hands on could be the one thing that could almost be considered a fuckin' curse to ya at the same damn time...Why??"
The sound of a crowd can be heard counting out...
1...
2...
3!!!
"Because no matta how confident you are in what you fuckin' do deep down inside you know that on any given night if you not on yo A-game, if you slip up that one time, if some mahfucka catches you sleepin' for that one moment...it could be yo last moment callin' yo self a damn champion."
A clip is shown of Vince Jones getting upset by Silver Baron in a match on Monday Night Mayhem. The sound of a crowd at ringside is heard counting once again...
1.....
2....
3!!!!
The clip suddenly switches to Vince Jones losing another upset against The Black Orchid on yet another Monday Night Mayhem. The ring bell can be heard sounding as Vince Jones just barely misses his opportunity to break free from the pinfall.
"At the same time that rush of not knowin' what's to come next gets yo blood pumpin'! It gets ya hyped! It makes you beg for the rolla coasta ride to neva end!
The clip switches to Vince Jones powerbombing Fraser Freeman off of a stage at a Monday Night Mayhem show. The clips switches to Fraser Freeman jumping off a barricade and flat-lining Vince Jones and a whole host of security guards. The clip then switches to Vince Jones and Freeman trading blow after blow after blow.
"So, with all that shit aside we got this cat named Fray-sha Freeman steppin' up to the plate lookin' to do the unthinkable, take V. Jones' UWA North American title strap Raising Hell! The date? August twenty-fourth. The place? Orleans Arena in mahfuckin' "Sin City" Las Vegas, Nevada in an Ambulance match!"
"No matta how twisted shit may get in this champ's head from time-to-time there's only one fact, one truth that keeps this man pointed in the right direction...at Raising Hell one man walkin' out the building with the gold the otha mahfuckin' gettin' stuffed in the back of a fuckin' Ambulance to be shipped off on down the road to ER! "The Violence" Vince mahfuckin' Jones is and will still be yo damn champ! Love that damn fact or leave it! See ya at Raising Hell! 'Nuff said!"
All of a sudden the video clip comes to an end and we appear to be in a small restaurant. Vince Jones sets his phone down on the table as Reno's voice can be heard on the line.
Reno Banks: So, what do ya think, V?? I hope you enjoyed that little vignette because I plan on running that all by the UWA and hoping that we can see some airtime for it. I mean this Freeman Jones match-up is gonna be huge and it needs to be properly marketed for it to reach its full potential! I mean this match has the potential to totally blow the roof of the show as a whole!
Vince stuffs a roll in his mouth and begins munching on it as he replies.
Vince Jones: Yeah...good stuff, man. Good stuff.
Reno Banks: Good stuff? Is that it??
All of a sudden Jasmine appears a bit irritated by Vince and begins snapping her fingers in his face trying to get his attention. Vince glances up and glares at her.
Vince Jones: Yo, just chill out for a sec! Aight??
All of a sudden Reno Banks can be heard yelling back from the phone.
Reno Banks: Chill out?? The nerve of ya, Vinnie J!!! The fuckin' nerve of ya, man!
Vince Jones rolls his eyes at Jasmine who is still trying to get his attention at the dinner table as Reno continues his ranting from the phone.
Reno Banks: I stick my neck out for ya constantly! I do all that I do for ya on a consistent basis and you want me to chill out??
Jasmine reaches over and exits Vince's phone conversation.
Jasmine: Really?? I mean we're at dinner. Hellooooo!! You and Reno can't save all that for lay-tah??
Vince snatches the phone back from Jasmine in fury.
Vince Jones: Damnit, Jasmine! Reno all butt hurt ova some shit and you end the fuckin' convo?? Great! Now he's gonna be callin' back in a sec gettin' even more pissy and shit than he was before!
All of a sudden the phone rings once again and Vince quickly answers.
Reno Banks: Wow! That's really noble of ya, V?? You're just gonna hang up on me??
Vince Jones: It was Jasmine. We at...
Reno Banks: Let me tell ya somethin', V! If you think I had fun this week getting attacked by The Protectah and gettin' tied to a chair all because I happen to be your supportah you've got something wrong! I'm an agent for cryin' outloud! I'm a business man, not a wrestler! I didn't deserve to be physically mishandled like I was at Mayhem; but, it happened!
Vince Jones nods his head and rolls eyes as he continues listening to Reno's absolute rant fest. Jasmine watches and folds her arms across her chest in fury with Vince's lack of attention to her.
Reno Banks: And another thing...you have no clue whatsoeva about what I go through for you. I handle the business side of things. I'm the guy that gets you hooked up with each and every gig that you've got. I'm the guy constantly negotiating with the UWA about your brother, Keshawn Jones! The least you could do right now is...
All of a sudden Jasmine snatches Vince's phone from out of his hand, cuts off the conversation, and tosses it in her purse. Vince just stares back at her in disbelief.
Vince Jones: And who the fuck do you think you are, huh??
Jasmine leans forward and glares back at Vince, unmoved by his fury.
Jasmine: I'm the woman that you should be paying more attention to right now! That's who (points at herself) I am!
Vince Jones: So, you just gonna snatch V's phone out his damn hand like that and shit?? You must be out yo damn mind!
Jasmine shrugs and scoffs at Vince's anger.
Jasmine: Well, maybe I am! Maybe I am out my mind right now! Sometimes that's what happens when you start feeling like you're just being shoved to the side!
Vince Jones leans back in his chair and cups his chin in thought.
Vince Jones: Shoved to the side?? And what the fuck gives you that idea, huh??
Jasmine: Oh, would you like me to run down the list??
Vince Jones: Spit it out!
Jasmine pauses as if in deep thought.
Jasmine: Hmmmm....let's see. How about the fact that ever since you and your brother, Keshawn, hooked back up again its been you and him, you and him all the damn time! You and Reno are constantly in talks about this, that, and whateva! I might be crazy; but, I swear that the two of them get most if not all of your time nowadays! You never come home! You and I barely eva talk anymore! And when you finally do show up you're obsessing ova that damn belt of yours!
Vince Jones: Well, what you expect? When you a champ the schedule gonna get a lil tighta than it was before! That's just how the biz works!
Jasmine: Oh, that's how the biz works! Well, the biz can work howeva it works! I'm just sayin' that I should be a little bit higher up on your priority list, not an afta thought!
Vince snarls in frustration with Jasmine's rant.
Vince Jones: Yo! We really gotta do this right now, Jasmine??
Jasmine: If this is gonna be the one time that I actually have your undivided attention than maybe so!
Vince Jones: Jasmine...
Jasmine gives Vince the hand and continues on with her rant.
Jasmine: I know you're a champ right now! I understand that shit! I'm just sayin' that I just wish you would take just a little more time out of your schedule to be appreciative of me, V! That's all I ask!
Vince Jones: Jasmine will ya...
Jasmine: No, I don't want all the bullshit from ya right now! I want you to stop for a second and commit to takin' care of business as a fuckin' boyfriend, not a fuckin' pro-wrestler for a change! Its all about the game with you! Its all about that damn belt of yours! Its all about...
Vince slams his fist on the table and roars with outrage.
Vince Jones: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN!!!
Jasmine as well as a few restaurant guests at surrounding tables become a bit unsettled and startled by Vince's sudden outburst. Vince slowly leans forward and stares Jasmine dead on in the eyes.
Vince Jones: You have no fuckin' clue right now, Jasmine! You have absolutely no fuckin' clue!
Jasmine: V, don't you..
Vince Jones: SHUT UP AND LISTEN!!
Jasmine goes silent and Vince tries to regain his composure despite the fact that he appears to still be ready to boil over with rage at any moment.
Vince Jones: You have no fuckin' clue the shit that's goin' through right now! You supposed to be V's down ass bitch, but you still totally out the fuckin' loop!
Jasmine: (in sarcasm) Oh, so you got a lot on your mind, huh??
Vince Jones: You damn right V gotta helluva a lot of shit on his head right now! The show's comin' up in just a few, short, fuckin' days! Shit's as heavy as its eva been right now and all you can dwell on is V bein' tight with you and shit?? Where the fuck were you at that last Monday Mayhem, huh?? Where the fuck were you when that bastard, Fray-sha Freeman, appearin' from out the fuckin' cut and turnin' the heat up anotha fuckin' notch past boiling, huh?? Jones and Freeman brawlin' for it all with security comin' out to break that shit up! Jonesy gets booked in an Ambulance match for his gold! Freeman's homeboy, The Protectah, pouncin' on Keshawn and Reno and tyin' them both up in the back! When he not doin' shit like that the bitch comin' out the shadows tryin' to get the drop on yo mans, Jonesy! You got Silva fuckin' Baron in the mix in all this shit too! V enters a fuckin' buildin' and he gotta keep an eye out at all times cuz there's no tellin' what could be goin' down at any given moment! All that shit's goin' down and your biggest worry has to do with our fuckin' relationship and shit??
Jasmine folds her arms across her chest and fall silent.
Vince Jones: Well, maybe you don't get it at all cuz V tries his fuckin' best to keep you away from it all, the damn heat! Why?? Cuz the heat is fuckin' scorchin' in the fuckin' kitchen right now, babe! Maybe you oblivious cuz V makes sure you pullin' up the rear so you don't have to deal with all the shit he dealin' with right now! Maybe its time for V to let you take that walk on the front line and see all the shit that V sees for a change, Jasmine!
Jasmine remains silent and Vince just shakes his head with an angry scowl plastered across his face.
Vince Jones: You can go ahead and be like that all you fuckin' want; but, you don't walk in these shoes, Jasmine! You may follow behind close; but, you don't walk in these fuckin' shoes! So, let V fill yo ass on a little somethin', somethin' here! V in the midst of a damn war! This war been fuckin' brewin' for months now! Jonesy willin' to do whateva, wheneva, and howeva to whoeva the the fuck he has to do it to from the bottom all the way up to the top of Freeman's chain! No one in his camp is fuckin' safe right now and he knows that shit! Its all about take no prisonahs! At the same fuckin' time the bitch willin' to go just as fuckin' far!
Jasmine: Oh, I'm sorry, V! I supposedly don't understand!
Vince slams his fist on the table intently and shakes his head.
Vince Jones: You don't fuckin' understand!
Jasmine: I understand a whole lot more than you're willing to give me credit for understanding...
Vince Jones: You don't know shit, Jasmine! This is not a fuckin' game here right now! Bullets are flyin' and afta Searing Agony and this fuckin' Ambulance Match only one man gonna be left standing! V plannin' on knockin' that bitch out, stuffin' his punk in the back of that damn ambulance, and shuttin' the fuckin' door on all this mess once and for all! Get it? Got it? Good!
Jasmine: Okay! I understand that; but...
Vince Jones: Its a fuckin' war, Jasmine! When you in a war its not about lookin' pretty! Its not about showin' off what you got! It's about seek and destroy! The women stay at home and ya fuckin' souljahs take care of the rest! Keshawn Jones, he a fuckin' souljah, babe! He EDW up and down, through and through to the fuckin' core! Jonesy and V been through thick and thin, been through it all! Toughen it out on the fuckin' streets and back! He the type of down ass mahfucka V wants watchin' his back in times like these! No doubt!
Jasmine leans back in her chair and shakes her head in disinterest with Vince's words.
Jasmine: (under her breath) What the fuck eva...
Vince continues on totally disregarding Jasmine's present demeanor.
Vince Jones: Reno Banks, he brings the brains! He brings the mastah plan! Jonesy shits on his name all the time; but, the man puts it all togetha! The man the fuckin' orchestrata! The man the fuckin' ghostwritin' general!
Jasmine immediately leans forward and slaps Vince Jones across the face totally catching him off guard.
Jasmine: I'm tired of hearing all this bullshit, V! I'm tired of it! I know what you're going through! I see what you see! I feel what you feel! When you're hurt I'm hurting too! You like to fill people in on shit like you're all-knowing! Well, how about you sit back, relax, and listen to me for a change while I fill your ass in on a few things that you may not realize!
An awkward silence passes over the two and Vince suddenly interrupts the silence.
Vince Jones: Well, you wanna cut V off with this prophetic shit you wanna spit....well, spit it out!
Jasmine: You're so wrapped up with Reno and Keshawn right now; but, at the end of the day I'm the one that's connected to you the most. Where the fuck has Keshawn been all these years since BWA, huh?? Well, where the fuck has he been?? He ran off on you once and left wrestling altogether! What makes you think he doesn't do that again! 360 and 360WE, it was you and me! Lights Out Wrestling, it was you and me! Core, it was you and me togetha! You and I have been up and down the road togetha for years and you claim that I don't know what's going on, that I can't hang in the kitchen?? At the end of the day you two are brothers...yes; but, he's got his own shit! He's got Layla! He's got his own life to deal with! And when its all said and done that's what his biggest concerns are!
Vince leans back in his chair, gazing back at Jasmine as her words slowly seep in through his every pore.
Jasmine: Oh, and let's talk about Reno, your so-called general! Now I'm not gonna deny that he's a smart man! He's a visionary! He's an architect; but, at the end of the day he's a business man and you're far from his only line of business! You talk as if you're the only guy he represents sometimes! I hate to break it to ya; but, Reno is the head honcho of a network of other clients! You've got his undivided attention one moment; but, there are a whole host of otha wrestlers that have his ear too! You think he'd blink a fuckin' eye if you were knocked out of wrestling for good one day?? Hell no! Reno's still gonna get paid! He has others! You're nothing more than a cash cow to him at the end of the day, V! As long as you're rakin' in the money for him he'll be trotting along behind you like a fuckin' puppy dog with his fake ass grin plastered across his face!
Vince Jones: Yeah. That may be true; but....
Jasmine reaches out and puts two fingers over Vince's lips.
Jasmine: You can downplay me and all that I do for you all you want; but, when its all said and done I'm there for you always. I may not be a fighter like your brother and I may not be a master architectural genius of plotting like Reno; but, my heart is with you all the time, V!
Vince slowly nods.
Jasmine: Remember all those times you would sneak ova to my house at night when you were gashed up and wounded afta your gangbangin' nights with your crew? It was me who was patchin' you up! It was me who was cleanin' ya up! It was me who was sittin' keeping you calm until you could finally fall asleep at night, V! And I hope you remember the name signed to each and every letter you received when you were locked up they always read...Jasmine Shelley with love and a kiss. Oh, don't think there weren't guys lining up at my doorstep telling me night and day that you were long gone and that I needed to move on! I heard it from them all; but, despite everything they were promising me to walk away from you I waited....I waited until the day that you finally showed up at my doorstep sayin' that "big daddy was back home". Oh, and remember when you were rushed to ER who was it that was there with you by your bedside? It was me. So, don't eva go there with me again about not knowing, not being able to handle the heat with you, V! You claim sometimes that you've been forged in the flames of life well I've been there along with you every step of the way!
Jasmine slowly slides her chair backwards and peers deep into Vince's eyes.
Jasmine: Now if you'll excuse me...I'll be heading to the ladies room. Let all that shit marinate on your mind for a moment while I'm gone...
She rises to her feet, turns, walks away, and leaves Vince at the table all alone in silence. Vince cups his chin in silent thought.
"Well, as much as V hates to admit it that's one ride or die bitch right there, man! That's fa sho! If she willin' ride hard like that then V willin' to roll the fuck all ova Freeman at Raising Hell and put an end to all this shit! Cuz if anyone's career's dyin' in Vegas its gonna be Freeman's so they can bury his bitch ass along with it down the way in his fuckin' Pleasure Dome where the mahfucka's carcass can rot in pieces courtesy of The Violence! Its goin' down, baby! Its goin' down..."
The camera slowly fades to black.