Post by vincejones on Aug 21, 2014 17:00:06 GMT -6
The screen is black. All is silent. The camera slowly fades in and our eyes are greeted by the solemn scene of a funeral in a small cemetary. It is a dreary, rainy day. Tears fill the eyes of everyone on hand dressed from head to toe in black attire. The soft sound of women and some men trying their very best to choke back their tears fills the air. The assembled crowd of people begin diminishing one by one, two by two, two by three, so and so forth until there is only one person left on the scene. The camera slowly zooms on the last individual on hand who turns out to be a younger, Vince Jones. He shakes his head in sorrow and disappointment. He slowly walks up to the grave stone and drops to his knees. He leans his head against the head stone as the tears pour down his cheeks. He grasps and clutches the headstone as if it is the one and only thing left in the world that can keep him somewhat grounded at this very moment. A delicate, caramel complexioned hand comes to rest on his shoulder.
A Female's Voice: Wow, V! I don't think I've ever seen you like this before! I almost didn't think it was possible. You almost never show any emotion like this...
Vince Jones turns around and catches sight of his girlfriend, Jasmine Shelley, who kneels down beside him and gently wipes away the tears from Vince's eyes. Vince tries to muster a few words in reply but he just chokes up with emotion. Jasmine puts a finger to her lips and graciously assures Vince that there is no need to respond.
Jasmine: Shhhhh....there's no need to answer me, V. I know. I know how you're feeling right now. He must've really meant a lot to you.
Vince shakes his head and shudders totally filled with sorrow.
Jasmine: She leans over and gives Vince a gentle kiss on the forehead in an effort to try her best to console him.
All of a sudden the scene switches to a jail cell where Vince Jones can be seen sitting silent and alone. He is currently reading over a letter that was sent to him. The camera pans in on the bottom of the letter which reads "Jasmine Shelley, with Love and a Kiss". A slight grin slowly crosses Vince Jones' face as he nods in approval.
The scene suddenly switches once again and we see a teenaged Vince Jones stumbling down a city block at night leaving a trail of dripping blood behind him. He stumbles over to a doorstep and tries to knock on the door; but, instead he collapses and falls forward just managing to open hand slap the front door. All of a sudden a light flashes on from inside the house and the sound of feet rushing down a stairway from inside can be heard. The front door swings open as Vince Jones rolls over onto his back. He clutches his side as he his greeted by a young, Jasmine Shelley, who looks down upon him in total absolute shock and horror.
Jasmine: Oh my god, V! What the fuck happened?? What did you do tonight??
Vince chuckles to himself.
Vince Jones: Me and the crew went out and did a little late night ride and shit!
Vince grimaces with pain.
Vince Jones: Didn't go so well...
Jasmine: Well, we need to get you inside...
She tries to lift him; but, ends up getting her hand covered in his blood. She immediately drops him back in his place on the stoop and looks at her blood soaked hand in horror.
Jasmine: V, you're bleeding, baby!
Vince Jones: Yeah...looks like it.
All of a Vince Jones snaps back to reality as he strolls up to a small poolside where Reno Banks is seen seated on a deck chair. Reno sits there quietly as he is joined by Vince Jones.
Vince Jones: Yo...
Reno slowly turns around and catches sight of Vince standing nearby. Reno signals for Vince to join him and Vince obliges him. He slowly strolls over and takes a seat next to Reno on the deck chair right next to him.
Reno Banks: So...I guess I can say that I'm glad to see ya, V.
Vince Jones nods.
Reno Banks: So, how ya feelin'?
Vince Jones: Got a helluva a lot of shit on the mind this week, Reno! Helluva a lotta shit, man.
Reno Banks nods.
Reno Banks: Yeah. I can imagine. We haven't had the smoothest of sailing these past few months. I mean we've had Fraser Freeman, The Protectah, Silver Baron, Sin City Knights, the losses...
Vince Jones throws up a hand and signals for Reno to be quiet.
Vince Jones: Ya know...that's enough.
Reno Banks is quiet and nods his head in agreement.
Reno Banks: Ya know. You're right. I'm sorry I even brought up all the trivial mess. We have Raising Hell coming up and we should be positive. We need to remain positive. As your agent its my job to keep things positive as much as possible.
Vince Jones: Yeah...
Reno Banks: Well, I guess I'll start things off and say that one of the reasons that I called you over here today is to discuss our business of course...but to also apologize. I was just a little wound up this week. That whole attack by The Protectah really caught me off guard. I'm not accustomed to happenings like that. I mean if we're gonna remain on the same page and all its only right that a man like me takes the initiative to clear the air if I get a little bit out of hand. So, with all that said I just want you to know from man-to-man that my behavior and my ranting and raving over the phone the other day was totally out of line.
Reno Banks extends a hand towards Vince Jones. Vince Jones accepts his handshake and Reno begins to smile slightly.
Reno Banks: I'm glad you can find it in your heart to give me that opportunity. So, what are you thinking right now, Vinnie J??
Vince Jones sits there in silence and Reno Banks stares back at him in disbelief of his rather uncharacteristic quiet demeanor at the moment.
Reno Banks: I'm an open book, Vinnie! Lay it on me!
Vince Jones slowly turns away from Reno leans forward and begins holding his head as if he is trying to clear his head of each and everything that is drifting in the fog at the moment.
Vince Jones: You can't even begin to understand all the shit that V's got on his mind right now, Reno.
Reno Banks: Try me...
Vince Jones: Shit from the present, man! Shit from the past! Shit for the future! Jonesy seein' the rain from that day, his fuckin' funeral and all that shit!
Reno Banks: (in confusion) Whose funeral??
Vince Jones puts his hands on his head as if he is battling an inner struggle of some sort.
Vince Jones: Ya know what?? It ain't even a thing, man! Fact is that V got shit that he needs to get done! V lookin' towards the top prize! We got Searing Agony comin' up soon and V not lookin' to backtrack. V lookin' to continue onward, man...
All of a sudden Reno's phone rings and he quickly answers.
Reno Banks: Yo, yoooo....Boom Crew! How ya doin'??
Vince Jones turns towards Reno as he continues on with his phone conversation. Vince just sits there in agitated silence. Reno turns towards Vince and motions for him to wait for a moment as he continues on.
Reno Banks: Yeah?? .....Uh-huh?.....Oh, riiiiiiight!!! Well, we talked before and I'm sure we can touch base some more on all of that at a laytah time, guys! I mean we're looking at a future match-up between you guys and Los Locos at the upcoming show. You guys take down that match and I'm sure the two of you will be surely on your way to tag team gold in due time. I mean its just that simple. Really...
Vince Jones leans back on the deck chair and folds his arms across his chest fuming silently as Reno continues on with his conversation.
Reno Banks: So, all I need from the two of you guys is to be locked, loaded, and ready to bring the goods like you guys are known for! I don't wanna see anything left outta the two of you guys....
Reno claps his hands together and points forward.
Reno Banks: Full steam ahead, baby! Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about! We about to go....SKY HIGH, BABY!!! SKY HIGH!!!
Reno begins laughing to himself and notices Vince simmering right next to him on his respective pool deck chair.
Reno Banks: Well, I guess we'll catch up at a later time and place. Laytah!
Reno quickly slips the phone back in his pocket.
Reno Banks: So, where were we??
Vince Jones: V lookin' to continue moving forward in the UWA! Jonesy sittin with the the UWA North American title; but, its startin' to get to the point where a man like V needs to start settin' his eye on the top gold, that damn strap that Aerynn Donnelly prancin' around the scene wearin' around her fuckin' waste and shit, man!
Reno Banks: (nodding) Exactly! And I agree! The time is really closin' in fast, Vinnie J!
Vince Jones sits up and nods as he continues thinking to himself.
Vince Jones: And that's why this whole fuckin' match against Freeman turnin' out to be a big fuckin' deal here! V been warrin' with that mahfucka for too damn long now! Its time V puts the nail in the coffin in all this shit! Jonesy takes him down and its onto the next one!
Reno Banks: I see! So its simple! You do what you do best! You crush him! You silence him! Then, you move onward just like you're tellin' me you plan on doing! So, with all that said! What's the big deal?? What's holding ya back??
Vince slowly shrugs his shoulders.
Vince Jones: There's just somethin' different about that this crazy ass mahfucka, man! The man just won't...
All of a sudden Reno's phone rings once again interrupting Vince Jones. Vince shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
Reno Banks: One moment, Vinnie! Gotta take this call real quick!
Vince Jones: Whateva...
Reno Banks: It'll be quick! It'll be a quick one...
Reno whips his phone out and begins smiling a rather cheesy smile.
Reno Banks: Yo? Carson, baby! How ya doin'?? ... Uh-huh?....So, what's the word?
Reno Banks sits there in silence listening to the voice on the other side.
Reno Banks: Well, that's all good; but, I still trying to work hard to get that clause negotiated in the contract for that match! So, don't worry! You'll get paid!
Reno Banks nods.
Reno Banks: Have I eva let you down before?? Okay....don't answer that one. How about this? Have I eva let you down within the past thirty days??
Vince reclines on the pool deck chair once again with his lips pursed and trying his absolute best not to blow up.
Reno Banks: Carson, baby....look I'm sure the two of us can sit down at a later time, a much better time, and really try to iron out all the details here. I mean the kinda things you're wanting to talk about right now can't be handled over a single phone conversation. A situation like this is absolutely delicate and being the Agent of the Stars that I am...
Reno turns towards Vince Jones and winks.
Reno Banks: ...I really need to have a sit down discussion with you. When we do I assure you that we will come to something that is perfectly agreeable. I'll hit ya up at a laytah time!
Reno hangs up the phone and shakes his head.
Reno Banks: What can I say, V?? Its a busy day in the life of Reno Banks right now...
Vince Jones takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly.
Vince Jones: So...V was sayin' that this Fray-sha Freeman a different fuckin' animal he dealin' with here! V nails the mahfucka with a car and thinks the guy's gone! He turns around and shows up lay-tah that same fuckin' night! V beats the mahfucka at Searing Agony and the bitch rises again! Things seem to be cool then the mahfuckin' bringin' his crew to get the drop on Jonesy! V brings in the mahfucka calvalry and shit! He powerbombs the mahfucka off a fuckin' stage! Most cats'd be gone and shit! Nah, son! This mahfucka rises again and he flyin' off barricades and shit gettin' the fuckin' drop on Jonesy once again! Its shit like that! Its shit like that that really starts gettin' V. Jones wondering! The road to that final stage and V's ascent and all runnin' through Fray-sha Freeman at Raising Hell and the bitch don't wanna die!
Reno Banks whips out his phone and glances at some text messages that he's received and nods in agreement.
Reno Banks: Ya know what?? That really is a problem. And I guess I have to say that I would be just as perplexed as you would be right now about the predicament. (under his breath) And I coulda swore I told those guys that my man would not be taking any challenges for his title belt this week.
Reno shakes his head and appears a bit exasperated by the sudden news from his text message as Vince Jones continues on.
Vince Jones: It makes V won-dah! To what extent is Jonesy gonna have to go to put the fool down?? Is V gonna have to snuff this fool out until he don't have a breath left in his lungs or somethin'? Cuz with some cats ya neva know...
Vince Jones suddenly pauses as he finally notices Reno checking his text messages out of the corner of his eye.
Reno Banks: (under his breath) Can you believe these guys? I mean c'mon! If they think my boy and I are gonna put up with that kinda treatment they've got anotha thing comin'! I can easily take his talents to the next federation that'll appreciate him more for the next big thing that he truly is...
Reno finally noticies Vince Jones looking square at him ready to just burst in outrage; but Vince somehow manages to hold it all in and begins nodding his head.
Vince Jones: Ya know somethin', Reno? You and V'll see each otha in Vegas, man....
Vince slowly rises to his feet and shakes his head in frustration with Reno's lack of attention to his ordeal at the moment.
Reno Banks: Uh...absolutely. Good talk, Vinnie!
Vince turns and walks off the scene in absolute silence as Reno quickly goes back to handling all the business matters of his clients. The camera slowly fades to black.
A Female's Voice: Wow, V! I don't think I've ever seen you like this before! I almost didn't think it was possible. You almost never show any emotion like this...
Vince Jones turns around and catches sight of his girlfriend, Jasmine Shelley, who kneels down beside him and gently wipes away the tears from Vince's eyes. Vince tries to muster a few words in reply but he just chokes up with emotion. Jasmine puts a finger to her lips and graciously assures Vince that there is no need to respond.
Jasmine: Shhhhh....there's no need to answer me, V. I know. I know how you're feeling right now. He must've really meant a lot to you.
Vince shakes his head and shudders totally filled with sorrow.
Jasmine: She leans over and gives Vince a gentle kiss on the forehead in an effort to try her best to console him.
All of a sudden the scene switches to a jail cell where Vince Jones can be seen sitting silent and alone. He is currently reading over a letter that was sent to him. The camera pans in on the bottom of the letter which reads "Jasmine Shelley, with Love and a Kiss". A slight grin slowly crosses Vince Jones' face as he nods in approval.
The scene suddenly switches once again and we see a teenaged Vince Jones stumbling down a city block at night leaving a trail of dripping blood behind him. He stumbles over to a doorstep and tries to knock on the door; but, instead he collapses and falls forward just managing to open hand slap the front door. All of a sudden a light flashes on from inside the house and the sound of feet rushing down a stairway from inside can be heard. The front door swings open as Vince Jones rolls over onto his back. He clutches his side as he his greeted by a young, Jasmine Shelley, who looks down upon him in total absolute shock and horror.
Jasmine: Oh my god, V! What the fuck happened?? What did you do tonight??
Vince chuckles to himself.
Vince Jones: Me and the crew went out and did a little late night ride and shit!
Vince grimaces with pain.
Vince Jones: Didn't go so well...
Jasmine: Well, we need to get you inside...
She tries to lift him; but, ends up getting her hand covered in his blood. She immediately drops him back in his place on the stoop and looks at her blood soaked hand in horror.
Jasmine: V, you're bleeding, baby!
Vince Jones: Yeah...looks like it.
All of a Vince Jones snaps back to reality as he strolls up to a small poolside where Reno Banks is seen seated on a deck chair. Reno sits there quietly as he is joined by Vince Jones.
Vince Jones: Yo...
Reno slowly turns around and catches sight of Vince standing nearby. Reno signals for Vince to join him and Vince obliges him. He slowly strolls over and takes a seat next to Reno on the deck chair right next to him.
Reno Banks: So...I guess I can say that I'm glad to see ya, V.
Vince Jones nods.
Reno Banks: So, how ya feelin'?
Vince Jones: Got a helluva a lot of shit on the mind this week, Reno! Helluva a lotta shit, man.
Reno Banks nods.
Reno Banks: Yeah. I can imagine. We haven't had the smoothest of sailing these past few months. I mean we've had Fraser Freeman, The Protectah, Silver Baron, Sin City Knights, the losses...
Vince Jones throws up a hand and signals for Reno to be quiet.
Vince Jones: Ya know...that's enough.
Reno Banks is quiet and nods his head in agreement.
Reno Banks: Ya know. You're right. I'm sorry I even brought up all the trivial mess. We have Raising Hell coming up and we should be positive. We need to remain positive. As your agent its my job to keep things positive as much as possible.
Vince Jones: Yeah...
Reno Banks: Well, I guess I'll start things off and say that one of the reasons that I called you over here today is to discuss our business of course...but to also apologize. I was just a little wound up this week. That whole attack by The Protectah really caught me off guard. I'm not accustomed to happenings like that. I mean if we're gonna remain on the same page and all its only right that a man like me takes the initiative to clear the air if I get a little bit out of hand. So, with all that said I just want you to know from man-to-man that my behavior and my ranting and raving over the phone the other day was totally out of line.
Reno Banks extends a hand towards Vince Jones. Vince Jones accepts his handshake and Reno begins to smile slightly.
Reno Banks: I'm glad you can find it in your heart to give me that opportunity. So, what are you thinking right now, Vinnie J??
Vince Jones sits there in silence and Reno Banks stares back at him in disbelief of his rather uncharacteristic quiet demeanor at the moment.
Reno Banks: I'm an open book, Vinnie! Lay it on me!
Vince Jones slowly turns away from Reno leans forward and begins holding his head as if he is trying to clear his head of each and everything that is drifting in the fog at the moment.
Vince Jones: You can't even begin to understand all the shit that V's got on his mind right now, Reno.
Reno Banks: Try me...
Vince Jones: Shit from the present, man! Shit from the past! Shit for the future! Jonesy seein' the rain from that day, his fuckin' funeral and all that shit!
Reno Banks: (in confusion) Whose funeral??
Vince Jones puts his hands on his head as if he is battling an inner struggle of some sort.
Vince Jones: Ya know what?? It ain't even a thing, man! Fact is that V got shit that he needs to get done! V lookin' towards the top prize! We got Searing Agony comin' up soon and V not lookin' to backtrack. V lookin' to continue onward, man...
All of a sudden Reno's phone rings and he quickly answers.
Reno Banks: Yo, yoooo....Boom Crew! How ya doin'??
Vince Jones turns towards Reno as he continues on with his phone conversation. Vince just sits there in agitated silence. Reno turns towards Vince and motions for him to wait for a moment as he continues on.
Reno Banks: Yeah?? .....Uh-huh?.....Oh, riiiiiiight!!! Well, we talked before and I'm sure we can touch base some more on all of that at a laytah time, guys! I mean we're looking at a future match-up between you guys and Los Locos at the upcoming show. You guys take down that match and I'm sure the two of you will be surely on your way to tag team gold in due time. I mean its just that simple. Really...
Vince Jones leans back on the deck chair and folds his arms across his chest fuming silently as Reno continues on with his conversation.
Reno Banks: So, all I need from the two of you guys is to be locked, loaded, and ready to bring the goods like you guys are known for! I don't wanna see anything left outta the two of you guys....
Reno claps his hands together and points forward.
Reno Banks: Full steam ahead, baby! Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about! We about to go....SKY HIGH, BABY!!! SKY HIGH!!!
Reno begins laughing to himself and notices Vince simmering right next to him on his respective pool deck chair.
Reno Banks: Well, I guess we'll catch up at a later time and place. Laytah!
Reno quickly slips the phone back in his pocket.
Reno Banks: So, where were we??
Vince Jones: V lookin' to continue moving forward in the UWA! Jonesy sittin with the the UWA North American title; but, its startin' to get to the point where a man like V needs to start settin' his eye on the top gold, that damn strap that Aerynn Donnelly prancin' around the scene wearin' around her fuckin' waste and shit, man!
Reno Banks: (nodding) Exactly! And I agree! The time is really closin' in fast, Vinnie J!
Vince Jones sits up and nods as he continues thinking to himself.
Vince Jones: And that's why this whole fuckin' match against Freeman turnin' out to be a big fuckin' deal here! V been warrin' with that mahfucka for too damn long now! Its time V puts the nail in the coffin in all this shit! Jonesy takes him down and its onto the next one!
Reno Banks: I see! So its simple! You do what you do best! You crush him! You silence him! Then, you move onward just like you're tellin' me you plan on doing! So, with all that said! What's the big deal?? What's holding ya back??
Vince slowly shrugs his shoulders.
Vince Jones: There's just somethin' different about that this crazy ass mahfucka, man! The man just won't...
All of a sudden Reno's phone rings once again interrupting Vince Jones. Vince shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
Reno Banks: One moment, Vinnie! Gotta take this call real quick!
Vince Jones: Whateva...
Reno Banks: It'll be quick! It'll be a quick one...
Reno whips his phone out and begins smiling a rather cheesy smile.
Reno Banks: Yo? Carson, baby! How ya doin'?? ... Uh-huh?....So, what's the word?
Reno Banks sits there in silence listening to the voice on the other side.
Reno Banks: Well, that's all good; but, I still trying to work hard to get that clause negotiated in the contract for that match! So, don't worry! You'll get paid!
Reno Banks nods.
Reno Banks: Have I eva let you down before?? Okay....don't answer that one. How about this? Have I eva let you down within the past thirty days??
Vince reclines on the pool deck chair once again with his lips pursed and trying his absolute best not to blow up.
Reno Banks: Carson, baby....look I'm sure the two of us can sit down at a later time, a much better time, and really try to iron out all the details here. I mean the kinda things you're wanting to talk about right now can't be handled over a single phone conversation. A situation like this is absolutely delicate and being the Agent of the Stars that I am...
Reno turns towards Vince Jones and winks.
Reno Banks: ...I really need to have a sit down discussion with you. When we do I assure you that we will come to something that is perfectly agreeable. I'll hit ya up at a laytah time!
Reno hangs up the phone and shakes his head.
Reno Banks: What can I say, V?? Its a busy day in the life of Reno Banks right now...
Vince Jones takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly.
Vince Jones: So...V was sayin' that this Fray-sha Freeman a different fuckin' animal he dealin' with here! V nails the mahfucka with a car and thinks the guy's gone! He turns around and shows up lay-tah that same fuckin' night! V beats the mahfucka at Searing Agony and the bitch rises again! Things seem to be cool then the mahfuckin' bringin' his crew to get the drop on Jonesy! V brings in the mahfucka calvalry and shit! He powerbombs the mahfucka off a fuckin' stage! Most cats'd be gone and shit! Nah, son! This mahfucka rises again and he flyin' off barricades and shit gettin' the fuckin' drop on Jonesy once again! Its shit like that! Its shit like that that really starts gettin' V. Jones wondering! The road to that final stage and V's ascent and all runnin' through Fray-sha Freeman at Raising Hell and the bitch don't wanna die!
Reno Banks whips out his phone and glances at some text messages that he's received and nods in agreement.
Reno Banks: Ya know what?? That really is a problem. And I guess I have to say that I would be just as perplexed as you would be right now about the predicament. (under his breath) And I coulda swore I told those guys that my man would not be taking any challenges for his title belt this week.
Reno shakes his head and appears a bit exasperated by the sudden news from his text message as Vince Jones continues on.
Vince Jones: It makes V won-dah! To what extent is Jonesy gonna have to go to put the fool down?? Is V gonna have to snuff this fool out until he don't have a breath left in his lungs or somethin'? Cuz with some cats ya neva know...
Vince Jones suddenly pauses as he finally notices Reno checking his text messages out of the corner of his eye.
Reno Banks: (under his breath) Can you believe these guys? I mean c'mon! If they think my boy and I are gonna put up with that kinda treatment they've got anotha thing comin'! I can easily take his talents to the next federation that'll appreciate him more for the next big thing that he truly is...
Reno finally noticies Vince Jones looking square at him ready to just burst in outrage; but Vince somehow manages to hold it all in and begins nodding his head.
Vince Jones: Ya know somethin', Reno? You and V'll see each otha in Vegas, man....
Vince slowly rises to his feet and shakes his head in frustration with Reno's lack of attention to his ordeal at the moment.
Reno Banks: Uh...absolutely. Good talk, Vinnie!
Vince turns and walks off the scene in absolute silence as Reno quickly goes back to handling all the business matters of his clients. The camera slowly fades to black.