Post by #theLIFE on Aug 4, 2018 19:21:56 GMT -5
The scene begins at Kua Bay during the afternoon, showing a middle aged, native man standing next to a surfboard rack. A navy surfboard in his hands. He waits as Tristàn Dominguez and Bentley arrive in swimwear, or swim briefs in Tristàn’s case.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I guess we are the only ones here, or we are early.
BENTLEY WÈS: I don’t think I’ll be good at this, but I’ll give anything a try, just hope a shark don’t try and eat this dark meat.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: So while we did go for a good cause, of course we couldn't spend this vacation not going to the beach. We went to...Kua Bay? Yeah, Kua Bay, and while we were there, Richie also set up some surfing lessons for us. I didn't want to do it at first, because I couldn't afford to mess up this body doing something like surfing, but I guess it was that or be bored all day.
Scene goes back to the beach, where Bentley and Tristàn introduce themselves to the instructor, who is named Leo.
LEO: Is it just you two?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: There should be more coming, but I am impatient, so I am ready to just go ahead and take the chance in learning this.
BENTLEY WÈS:This is about to be so dope.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I know right? I have never done this before.
The guys are interrupted promptly by the sound of Jaser and Riley arriving. The two Park their car and can be seen walking up when Jaser starts shouting from afar much to the sheepish look on Riley’s face.
JASER CRUZ: Ayye Bitches! Y’all can’t start without us!
Riley shoves Jaser down into the sand and laughs as he continues to walk up, stepping over Jaser whole making a kissy face at him. Riley stops looking at Bentley and Tristàn, giving them a head nod before continuing past them to get knee deep into the water. Tristàn strolls towards Jaser while Bentley still talks with the surfing instructor. The camera focuses first on Jaser and Tristàn.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Uh, are you okay?
JASER CRUZ: I’m peachy. A little lit but I’m Gucci.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Uh. Okay.
Tristàn lends Jaser a hand from the sand.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I’m Tristàn.
JASER CRUZ: Jaser, nice to meet you.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: So I’m guessing you are a part of this group of mess too?
JASER CRUZ: Yeah this train wreck, fun train wreck that is.
By that time, the camera shows Richie Rich also arriving but not alone, standing beside him was Yeshua Banner..
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
RICHIE RICH: Today I woke up to a surprise knock at my room door this morning, when I opened the door and saw Yeshua standing on the other side, I almost flipped my shit but in a good way. Even though we were leaving tomorrow night, he still flew out to surprise me and spend the remainder of the time here, I thought that was dope.
The scene cuts back to Richie and Yeshua on the beach, Yeshua smacks Richie Rich across the butt, he takes his shirt off and rushes towards the water to join the other guys. Richie Rich walks up to Tristàn and the two introduces themselves.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Hola! You must be Richie! I'm Tristàn!
RICHIE RICH: Tristàn it’s a pleasure to meet you, sorry we haven’t got the chance to really hang this trip but I hope this time now gives us a chance to get to know each other. Oh and the guy that was with me is a friend of mine, I hope you don’t mind that I brought him with me, he kind of surprised me this morning and I just didn’t want to leave him in the hotel alone or miss this chance to hang out with you guys.
Tristàn looks at Yeshua.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh him? Damn, he is fine!
RICHIE RICH: Thank you, ha! Don’t mind his shyness though, he’s like that with everyone and especially my group of my friends. But anyway how long have you been here?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I got here 15 minutes ago with Bentley. I wasn't going to do surfing lessons, but Samoan daddy has been convincing me.
RICHIE RICH: Oh wow is that our instructor?
JASER CRUZ: Yes, Daddy is giving me Jason Momoa and I am here for it.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
JASER CRUZ: I might just need to get a personal cpr class with this guy, cause goddamn this instructor is fine
Richie Rich eyes the instructor and playfully lick his lips, he looks over and notices Jaser and he waves at him, he turns and looks back at Tristàn.
RICHIE RICH: I just want to lay on the beach and tan, I so need it.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Aren't you the one who set the surfing lessons up? You better do this too.
RICHIE RICH: Yea I did but after all that hard work we put in, I just wanna relax so maybe I should just chill here.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Like hell you aren’t. Come on!
Tristàn motions Richie to follow him as he heads back to Bentley, Jaser, and Leo. Leo introducing himself to Richie.
LEO: Okay, good. How many already know how to surf?
Everyone looks at one another, resulting to giggles.
LEO: Ok, now how many know how to use a skateboard?
Jaser eagerly raises his hand looking at the other guys as Riley slowly raises his.
JASER CRUZ: We do! Well mostly me but he doesn’t fall on his ass as much as he use to.
LEO: Both skateboarding and surfing have similar stances, and priority on balance. For those that are unfamiliar with both surfing and skateboarding, this teaching could help with both. Now today, we are going to use soft longboards. Perfect for beginners. The softness comes from the foam tops, which adds more durability to the board, while longboards are recommended for beginners because they are easier to balance on. Now before we go to the waves, we are going to practice the basics here on the ground.
shortly after, President is shown walking toward the beach in pair of swim trunks and a towel thrown around his neck. He jumps in with the rest of the crew.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: What's good y'all. Sorry I'm late.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
PRESIDENT LAWSON: So everyone is supposed to be meeting at the beach today for surf lessons. I wasn't really planning on coming at first cuz I know my boys Brandon and London aren't gonna be here. But I didn't really wanna stay in the hotel. And I love surfing so I didn't wanna miss out on the fun. Plus a few new people from the ATL cast were supposed to be there. And It would be nice to meet them.
The scene returns to the beach.
LEO: It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’ve came just in time for the basics. Okay, now when you get on the board, attach the leash to your back foot. If you are right handed, that means your back foot will be your right foot. That will be your regular stance.
The camera then focuses less on the instructor and more on a new face walking across the beach in khaki colored Bermuda shorts. His upper body is completely covered in tattoos, and his beard is long, but neatly kempt. His dark brown, purposely messy hair flutters in the wind as he looks around the beach, squinting as the sun beats directly into his face. Blinded for a moment, he spots a few people and a smile comes across his face.
DAX BECKETT: No freakin’ way! I get it now.
Dax moves along the beach to find Tristan, Bentley, Richie, Jaser, Riley, President and Yeshua. They stare at him, almost unknowingly.
DAX BECKETT: I got a call to come out here and meet up with a few people for surf lessons, and I'm always down to try new things. What's good, bruh?
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
DAX BECKETT: I honestly don’t know what’s going on other than some surf, a chance to get to know a few of the LA guys, and get a feel for what I’m in for when I take ATL by storm. Tristan in that swimsuit though… Focus! So, I was asked to come by, show off my impressive bod, get my face out there for something more than just being a wrestler. A chance to build up my brand? Of course I’m not gonna turn that down. So here I am, ready to go.
We cut back to the beach and Dax looks around at the group, getting a few murmurs from them as Leo begins to instruct.
LEO: Thanks for joining us. Okay, everyone. Grab a board on the rack and put it down onto the sand to lay on.
The camera focuses on Tristàn who gives Dax a second look.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay, I didn't know who that man was, but he was definitely daddy material. Scruffy daddy material. I figured he was somebody that just happened to be vacationing there, so I assumed he had to have been rich.
PRODUCER: He's also a cast member.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh, I knew afterwards.
The scene cuts back to the beach as Tristàn tries to sneak his way next to Dax, after the other attendees place their boards onto the sand.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: *quietly* Hola.
Dax looks around for a second, seeing everyone else setting themselves on their boards. Dax raises an eyebrow as he looks over at Tristan, catching his identity as soon as the sun is blocked from his eyes. A sly smirk comes over his face as he nods his head.
DAX BECKETT: Muy atractivo, bruh. What’s good?
Dax lowers down to the board, looking around as he can’t help licking at his bottom lip a bit. He jerks his head to the side to motion for Tristan to join him on the ground. Tristàn following suit.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: What is your name, papi?
Dax turns over onto the board, lying flat on his stomach as Tristàn does the same. Dax sneaks a look at his ample backside, but plays it cool as he turns back to face Tristàn.
DAX BECKETT: I got a lot of names, bruh. Big Daddy. Poppa Pump. Tall Boy. Dax. You can call me any and all of the above.
Dax winks at Tristàn with a sly smirk. He traces his fingers through the sand as his hazel eyes wander toward the rest of the cast, making sure they aren’t paying any attention. They wander back, locking directly with Tristàn’s deep, dark brown eyes.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ooh, why those nicknames?
DAX BECKETT: I never understood them. They were always given to me by past fuck buds and exes. It’s not like I got any kids, and I’m clearly not a can of beer. It must be something else, but I can’t put my finger on it...
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Hmm...
Tristàn glances his eyes to Dax’s waist then back to his eyes.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: *fans self* Phew! Ah dios mio!
Scene goes back to Tristàn and Dax.
DAX BECKETT: Any idea why they call me that? Or why they might call me stuff like that?
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
DAX BECKETT: I feel kinda dumb, because I was sitting there, saying all this shit, and it never occurred to me that it meant… something else. Can I say “dick” on here? Are we censored? No? Okay, so apparently we sat there for ten minutes talking about my meat stick, and I had no fucking clue…
PRODUCER: You… didn’t know you were making advances to Tristàn? It seemed almost strategic.
DAX BECKETT: Seriously! I’m treating this like I treat a wrestling match. No thought. No strategy. Go in. Show off. Get sweaty. Rub up against some dudes. As much from behind as possible. Run outta breath. Feel their sweaty, sticky bodies slapping against mine as fast as possible. Throw them on their back for three. Get up. Leave.
The producer laughs as Dax keeps a straight face, a twinkle in his eye of clear misunderstanding. We fade back to the beach as Dax stares over at Leo the instructor, and yawns, rolling over on his back. He stares over at Tristan as he gives him the complete opposite view of his entire body.
DAX BECKETT: I’m just clueless…
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Hmm? What do you mean?
DAX BECKETT: I mean, about the nicknames. I guess there is something about me that screams “Big Daddy”.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Hmm? Now I’m curious to know. When do they say it?
DAX BECKETT: Sometimes I'm at the movies, or out to eat. Other times I'm just chilling at home, but it always ends up with them on their knees. Weird, right?
Dax shrugs his shoulders as he soaks in the sun. Tristàn nodding as he smiled with glee.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: So what exactly do you do? Modeling? Own your own business? Ya know. Rich stuff?
DAX BECKETT: I do a bit of modeling, film, TV, travel, wrestling, professional party boy. The dream, basically. Anything that's awesome, I get paid to do. I'm getting paid right now. Cool, huh?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: So you are like….a media mog-I mean media star, huh?
DAX BECKETT: I mean, call it whatever you want but I get paid to show off. And I'm damn good at it, bruh.
Dax looks around at the others practicing their paddling on their boards, and he sighs heavily.
DAX BECKETT: This shit is lame A.F. I thought we were gonna learn how to hang ten, no pretend play in the sand. You wanna get outta here and look for the real action, or nah?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Umm, unfortunately, I can’t right now, but I can meet you around 9:00. If that’s fine. Just give me the room number and I’ll come and drag you along. We can go out into the beach.
DEX BECKETT: Okay, sounds good to me.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Great.
The scene focuses back on the rest of the group.
LEO: Now once you hop up, make sure that your arms are loose, your knees are slightly bent, the bottom of your feet are planted on the board, and your torso is learned forward, and to keep your balance, you are going to move side-to-side. You got it? Okay, so before we go into the water, do you all have any questions?
Leo waits a second to see if anyone responds.
LEO: Okay, let’s get in.
The scene then shows a montage of the group swimming in the water while on top of their boards and the scene then shifts back to the beach, where Tristan, Jaser, and Richie can be seated as others are still in the water.
RICHIE RICH: I hope when I do get in, my pretty ass don’t get eaten by a shark.
Richie Rich laughs.
JASER CRUZ: I needed this. Clear my mind and shit. I couldn’t help but notice you flirting Tristán.
RICHIE RICH: So what about you and this new guy?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: New guy?
RICHIE RICH: I don’t know who he is, but I mean y’all were flirting, the guy with the black hair and beard.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I’m a flirt. I can admit that.
RICHIE RICH: I guess we're all guilty for that.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Mhm, *looks at Jaser* So Jaser right? I actually remember you before at a club that I danced at in Florida...like a long time ago.
JASER CRUZ: You remember me?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Si, it was at Club Boi. I don’t remember a lot of people coming in and out of that club, but I do remember you...and that hair, so where are you from?
JASER CRUZ: Ahh I’m from Atlanta.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: *gasps* Atlanta you say?
JASER CRUZ: Yeah that’s right.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: So what exactly do you do?
JASER CRUZ: I’m a Actor, I wrestle, I dance.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh so you do everything!
JASER CRUZ: I get down.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ah, so you are single right?
JASER CRUZ: Yeah?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay, so describe your type of preferences?
JASER CRUZ: I don’t really have any man. Haha what’s with the 21 questions?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Uh, it’s not for me. I know someone who lives in Atlanta right now that is also single. Really hot, young Chinese guy who is in need a dick in his mouth, or a date. Whichever order you want to do first. I’d be more than willing to give you his number if you want.
JASER CRUZ: Jesus. What’s his @?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh, he’s not like I am. Trust me. He’s one of those romantic types. He’s into having “relationships”. Ugh! So old fashioned. He will be in denial about it at first, but get to know him and he’ll open up to you. His at is @chassinmanni, or something like that. You know what? Why don’t I just give you his number, and let him know that you will be calling him soon?
JASER CRUZ: Well I’m intrigued so I’m down.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay, while Jaser was cute, Chase was always talking about wanting to be single and finding the right one, and I knew he was lying. He just needed someone to push a man his direction, and after thinking about it, Jaser was the perfect choice.
The scene goes back to the beach.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay. Gracias amigo. I’ll be sure to let him know once this is over.
The scene reopens to the hotel room where Tristàn Dominguez is seen hurrying to his hotel room to find his cellular phone, which was on the nightstand. Tristàn swipes the phone with his fingers before laying on the bed. He puts the phone on speaker before the ringing tone is heard. The receiver quickly answers the phone.
CHASE LUÌ: Bestfriend!
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Hola, puto!
CHASE LUÌ: Wash poppin boo? What are you doing?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Listen, I’m here in Hawaii! I honestly don’t know the name of the city, but I’m here.
CHASE LUÌ: I remember you telling me you were going to Hawaii, I wish I could have came.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: It is so nice out here! Even though I had to help clean up some neighborhood after a volcano messed it up, I’m still having a good time. Oh! I also took surfing lessons, bitch!
CHASE LUÌ: Damn I should have came.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Girl, it’s was an absolute mess! I was on my back more times than you can count falling in the water.
CHASE LUÌ: Sounds like your normal routine, ha! I’m just kidding. .
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh…...and I also found you a man.
CHASE LUÌ: Oh boy I’m afraid to even ask about “this man” bestfriend you know I’m not looking to date, I just moved to Atlanta so I’m trying to get situated here first and plus I haven’t dated in awhile, maybe I should just be single a bit and just mingle, maybe flirt like you.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I’m sorry, but you aren’t capable of living the life as a slut like I am, so I would rather you just go the regular route and find a date instead. His name is Jaser Cruz, he is an actor, he lives in Atlanta, and he is cute as fuck. That’s all you really need to know about him.
CHASE LUÌ: Name sounds familiar, I’ll google him.
Chase pulls out his iPad and google’s Jaser’s name.
CHASE LUÌ: He’s handsome, he looks short though like I would be taller than him.
Chase laughs.
CHASE LUÌ: But hey I’m not that shallow or picky.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay, don’t worry about all of that. I already gave him your number and he should be calling you soon, and if he doesn’t, I’ll just find him on Twitter and get on his nerves or something. Let’s be honest, Chase. You need some dick, but at least you can get some dick from someone that seems like he could actually care for you. I mean, he looks like the type.
CHASE LUÌ: Uhhhh, well who said I needed some dick? I might like a little ass too, if he not giving the cakes up then we can’t work.
Chase chuckles.
The two laugh, they continue talking as the scene fades and reopens outside of Levi’s hotel room. Standing alone on the balcony Levi is shown sipping on a corona. He looks down and notices Tristàn making his way towards Levi’s side of the hotel and Levi rolls his eyes.
••~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~••
LEVI BRYANT: I really didn’t like a Tristàn at all, he was a disgusting individual in my eyes. But I wanted to make sure this trip was calm and peaceful. And I didn’t want little miss Tristàn overstepping her boundaries because she feel like she on a trip with Carlos, her pretend boyfriend.
Levi shakes his head.
LEVI BRYANT: If I knew dating Carlos would be this hard and all his little hoes would start coming out the woodwork then I would have never dealt with him. But fuck it, we're here now and I needed to put Tristàn in his place.
The scene cuts back to Levi who is now standing inside of his room. Standing next to him is one of the producers of #theLIFE.
PRODUCER: It didn’t go well with you and London so please no fighting Levi.
LEVI BRYANT: I’m good, I don’t have any major issues with Tristàn, he’s just thirsty for my man and spotlight but I’m sure after we’re done filming his fifteen minutes will be up.
PRODUCER: Just please Levi.
LEVI BRYANT: Whatever.
PRODUCER: He’s walking up now.
The camera then focuses on to Tristàn in the distance, strutting down the hallway in red bikini underwear.
••~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~••
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: *imitating valley accent* Sooooo I got word that…Leeeeeviiiii wanted to talk to meee about a business opportunity, and liiiiike, I was shooketh. I couldn’t believe that the day would finally happen. I could finally get a promotion! I was like soooo excited! *squeals*
Tristàn tilts his head, grinning to the camera as he goes back to his regular dialect.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Come on now. Do they really think I'm stupid? He’s gonna just throw nothing, but shade in this conversation talking about how better and “richer” he is compared to me, and accusing me of “fucking” his boyfriend, but you know what? I was a little drunk, and when I get drunk, I love playing around and pushing buttons. That Strawberry Agua Fresca Carlos made. Ugh! It is like...that feeling you get after you shaved your ass! But yeah, anyways, let's have some fun!
The scene heads back to Tristàn heading to Levi’s door, rhythmically knocking. The producer walks over to the door and opens it letting Tristàn in. Tristàn walks toward Levi but heads for the chair on the opposite side, leaning back before crossing his legs.
LEVI BRYANT: So skip all the bullshit, are you fucking Carlos or not?
••~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~••
LEVI BRYANT: You know what I wasn’t here for the fake sit down let’s be friends bullshit, I was here to get answers and to check this hoe.
The scene cuts back to Tristàn and Levi. Tristàn scans the suite.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ooh, this is nice!
LEVI BRYANT: Hello? What’s up? I asked you a question.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh right, right. Am I fucking Carlos...blah blah blah. I mean, I get it. All the men that have been a passenger on Carlo’s big verga, I understand the...anger. The aggression. I can see it in your eyes, you are just ready to pounce.
LEVI BRYANT: Look I’m not here for shit.
Levi gets up from the couch rushing over towards Tristàn, but security rushes in forcing Levi to back.
PRODUCER: Levi please sit down.
LEVI BRYANT: Don’t act fucking funny right now, this is not a laughing matter. You think everything is a joke, but you messing with the wrong person.
Levi sits back down, looking towards Production, not making eye contact with Tristàn, who is seen smiling from ear to ear.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Seriously, it kinda is. It's hard to really take you seriously when you throw rocks and hide your hands on a constant basis, or better yet, throw shade at “your company” and its employees, and on Twitter no less. Let's get down to what's really going on with you? Why are you really mad? You feel a little insecure? You need some therapy? A facial? From the huge blemishes you have right now, it looks like a facial should be the first thing on your schedule tomorrow morning. You look stressed.
LEVI BRYANT: Listen here girl, you couldn’t match me on my worst day. I’m Saks fifth over here and your like a Ross so I wouldn’t even try to throw shade at my look. Those injections and steroids you pumping in your body is really fucking your head up.
Levi rolls his eyes, he chuckles to himself but in an annoyed manner.
LEVI BRYANT: It’s dudes like you that make successful gay men like me look bad. Everything about you is just wrong and take this as a warning, stay away from Carlos.
Levi turns and looks straight at Tristán.
LEVI BRYANT: You have been warned bitch.
••~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~••
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TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Yeah. Okay, puto.
(color=white]The scene goes back to the hotel room.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ha, it doesn't matter how threatening you want to be and threatened you really are, Zaddy still calls me after dealing with you and your boujie attitude! Point blank, sweaty!
LEVI BRYANT: Ok Producers you better get this queen out of my room, I will tear this bitch apart.
PRODUCER: Levi please-
LEVI BRYANT: Ain’t no please, y’all got five seconds or I’ll go through security.
While Levi is still yelling with the producer, Tristán stands up and starts applauding, walking towards the exit.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Speak on it, Levi! Speak on it! Yas, butch queen!
LEVI BRYANT: Look, get him the fuck out of here before he ends up in the hospital, I’m not playing.
Some of the producers and security grab ahold of Tristán and forces him outside the hotel room. Levi paces back and forth in the room trying to keep his composure.
••~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~••
LEVI BRYANT: Tristán is so thirsty it’s sad, he came in here being all sarcastic and funny and this wasn’t a joking matter. Be gone hoe, and leave me and my nigga alone.
The scene cuts back to Levi and the Producers inside the room.
LEVI BRYANT: I told y’all that this wasn’t going to work, y’all constantly trying to put us in these situations and then wonder why we react. Fuck Tristán!
PRODUCER: Calm down Levi, please calm down.
LEVI BRYANT: Turn the cameras off right now, I don’t want to be filmed.
PRODUCER: Shut it down. We’re done he-Hold on.
As Levi walks off towards the balcony leaving the producers and cameraman standing in the sitting area alone, they are interrupted by a knock on the door. With camera following, the producer answers the door, but the other person cannot be seen.
PRODUCER: What is it? We're about to head out and film another scene.
It is assumed to be an employee. A male employee from the deep tone in his voice.
EMPLOYEE: I know, but there is something important I need to show you.
PRODUCER: Yes? And?
EMPLOYEE: Have you been looking at TMZ?
PRODUCER: I don't look at that site.
EMPLOYEE: Well, today, is your lucky day. You know the allegations story in involving the politician from Alabama we heard about yesterday?
PRODUCER: Yes?
A small beam of light can be shown in front of the Producer's view, causing a moment of silence.
PRODUCER: Oh….Oh!
EMPLOYEE: We have to hurry up and tell him.
PRODUCER: Of course. Where is he?
EMPLOYEE: I don't know.
PRODUCER: Okay. We need to hurry up and find him. I'll check around the hotel, and you check his room. If you find him, call me. Alright, crew! Let's go!.
The producer leads the team outside of Levi’s room down the hallways of the hotel.
The crew finally reach Tristán Dominguez, who was dancing next to the bar with a red plastic cup half empty of an alcoholic drink. The producer walks up to him.
PRODUCER: Tristán? We need you to come with us?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ (nearly drunk): Oh hiii, papi! I’ve never seen you here before!
PRODUCER: This is serious. We’re going to bring you into the room.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Anyone that wants me to go into their room needs to pay me first!
PRODUCER: This is not the time, Tristán. Someone help him out.
A security officer tries to lead the way for him via hand gesture, but Tristán frowns.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Aye! No voy a ningún lugar! (I’m not going anywhere!)
The commotion from Tristán catches the attention of a few of the attendees, including other cast members, in the vicinity.
PRODUCER: Again, this is serious. This is something you need to see for yourself.
Tristán huffs and puffs loudly, blowing alcohol breath into the producer’s face.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Fine!
Tristán puts his drink down.
PRODUCER: Someone help him.
The security guard from before wraps Tristán’s arm around his shoulders as Tristán steadily, but stumbly follows the producer and crew into a room booked for the producer, who opens it with the key card.
PRODUCER: Sit him down here on the bed.
After the security officer places Tristán onto the bed, the camera, stationed only at the entrance, views the security guard’s back, subtitles support the voiceovers of the producer and Tristán.
PRODUCER: Alright. Let’s cut to the chase here.
A moment of silence.
PRODUCER: TMZ just leaked a sex tape of you and an Alabama politician. We did in fact view the tape, and yes, you were identified. Your name also being mentioned in the article, Mr. Ortega-Diaz. Now we do not know of your past, but since it is too late on keeping the news out, the best we can do is prepare you for this, because the press is going to be involved during our filming.
Tristán snickers in response.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ah, Coño. (Ah, fuck.)
PRODUCER: Now, we’ll need to take you to your room. Is that fine?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: My phone. My...phone. Where is my phone? Te-lé-fo-no! Te-lé-fo-no! Te-lé-fo-no!
PRODUCER: Someone give him his phone please.
The scene fades to the end of the hallway where London who is still EP of the show is shown talking with one of the other producers.
PRODUCER: How do you think we should handle the situation? Should we continue filming and have him address it.
LONDON CARTER•KING: That’s really up to him, today is the last day here in Hawaii but if this story is hitting airwaves then I’m sure he is going to want to stay on top of it and eventually address it in the press, I’ll see if I can talk to him real quick.
London walks off towards Tristán’s room, he walks up to the door and knocks, on the outside he can hear a commotion going on inside the room. London notices the door is cracked and he forces himself inside, Tristán is shown inside yelling at someone on the phone regarding the situation that’s happening now. London waits patiently to the side as Tristán finishes the call, hurling it across the room.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ugh! Pen-dejo!
Tristán goes to reach over the nightstand for another swig of the alcoholic drink in the plastic cup, until he notices London at the door, which changes his angry tone into intoxicated happiness.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh...uh...hola...uh Paris-
LONDON CARTER•KING: London!
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh, sorry. London.
LONDON CARTER•KING: It’s okay Tristàn, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Production came to me with some news and I just wanted to reach out to you and not do it in front of everyone else. I know we’re about to go out for this dinner, so I wanted to meet with you before that.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ugggh! Why is it spinning in here?
LONDON CARTER•KING: It might be because your a little drunk right now, maybe you should eat some bread or some water.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Water? Uhh...I guess so.
The scene opens up in the main banquet hall of the hotel, a huge table filled with flowers, champagne glasses, and plates is shown. Waiters and servers are shown at the door waiting for the guest arrive while a few security officers are shown on standby also. First London, President and Brandon are shown entering the room.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Oh this is nice.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Let's just hope it stays like this the whole night.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: I'm gonna need a strong ass drink for this definitely.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: I just hope the food is good.
The three take their seats at the end of the table, London orders a drink while both Brandon and President look at the menus.
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BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: This is about to be a shit show, I just know it. I don’t know why Richie Rich orchestrated this sit down because everyone here barely likes each other.
The scene cuts back to the dinner table, a few minutes go by and Levi, Carlos, and Bentley all make their way into the banquet hall. Brandon looks up and rolls his eyes as London turns and looks at President shaking his head. Levi and Carlos sit at the other end of the table while Bentley sits closest to the middle.
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BENTLEY WÈS: The tension in this room was thick, since I’ve been in Hawaii this is my first time seeing London and the rest of the guys so I was nervous to see how this night was going to go.
The scene cuts back to the dinner table, by this time Dae Suk and Micah has joined the table. The two sit down closest to Levi and Carlos.
MICAH GRAY: Damn, no one is really interacting.
DAE•SUK: cuz don't nobody like each other.
MICAH GRAY: I’m already uncomfortable.
The camera shifts back to London, President and Brandon.
LONDON CARTER•KING: I don’t even think I should drink a lot tonight, that liquid courage may have me feeling myself.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Fuck that, I’m having a drink.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: I'mma have a few
The scene shifts to the entrance, both Riley and Jaser are shown walking into the banquet hall. Jaser walks in and peeps Brandon, he rolls his eyes and walks passed them not speaking a word. Jaser sits down next to Bentley and Riley joins him.
RILEY: Ayo, who these random niggas?
Ry gives a head nod to Bentley.
JASER CRUZ: Oh hey
Yosef, Blake and Delonte are shown walking into the banquet hall also. Yosef walks over to the table and sits down, Blake joins him but still pissed from earlier, doesn’t really say much.
YOSEF MARLEY: Can we talk after this please?
BLAKE SHAW: what is there to talk about Yosef. You're grown.. You can do what you want.
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BLAKE SHAW: To be honest I'm not really mad at Yosef. We are both two single people. I just don't like how it was brought to me. I don't like mess. And this was just messy.
YOSEF MARLEY: I just want you to hear me out, that’s all.
BLAKE SHAW: Fine. We can talk after dinner. Hopefully there's no more surprises
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YOSEF MARLEY: I didn’t know how the rest of this trip was going to go, we’ve already been here a few days and Blake still isn’t fucking with me. And now we have to sit here in this room with Riley and my ex, so I’m sure this has to be uncomfortable for him.
The scene cuts back to the banquet, Richie Rich is shown finally making his entrance into the party. He notices the division between the group and he shakes his head in disgust. He waves at everyone before sitting down.
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RICHIE RICH: Let the madness begin.
The scene cuts back to the dinner.
RICHIE RICH: First off I want to thank everyone who came on this trip, it meant a lot to me that everyone was so involved with helping these people of Hawaii get back on they’re feet. And I know we all have our own separate issues at this table but I think it’s nice we were able to put that aside to come here and help these people.
Richie Rich pauses as he notices Tristán was missing.
RICHIE RICH: I was hoping everyone would be here that’s why I was fashionably late but I can see we’re still missing a few people.
LEVI BRYANT: If your talking about the bop, he’s probably in his hotel room because the truth about his hoe ass came out today.
RICHIE RICH: Huh? What do you mean?
LEVI BRYANT: Oh nothing; it’s none of my business, let the dancer handler this one or better yet just ask my man since they're both fucking.
The whole room sat quiet as Carlos sat there with a shocked expression on his face.
RICHIE RICH: Ummm, ok well that’s -
LONDON CARTER•KING: MESSY.
LEVI BRYANT: No what’s messy is the fact that you sit over there on your high horse thinking you all high and mighty but yet you're a bop just like Tristán.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Girl don’t start with me tonight.
Micah turns and whispers to Dae•Suk.
MICAH GRAY: Damn can we at least get the appetizers first?
DAE•SUK: I'm here for all of this. You should've known it was gonna be a whole mess
LEVI BRYANT: No you don’t want it with me tonight London, I’ve had enough of your bullshit anyway. What you need to worry about is why you over there smashing Bentley when you got a whole nigga at home.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Ah shit!
LONDON CARTER•KING: Ha, you know what I won’t even give you a reaction to that.
LEVI BRYANT: You just did hoe.
RICHIE RICH: Ok wait, this is not what I wanted.
CARLOS TORREZ: What did you expect was going to happen to? I see what you trying to do, but you already know we all don’t like each other.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: No it’s more like we all don’t like you.
CARLOS TORREZ: Listen here little boy, this ain’t a fight you want right now.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: I don’t know why y’all keep thinking I’m a pussy, like I don’t have hands. I’m not about the talking so if we going to fight, let’s fight.
MICAH GRAY: Nah yo, y’all don’t fight.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Nah Brandon chill, this is what they want.
London looks at Bentley.
LONDON CARTER•KING: The crazy thing is we were friends at one point, maybe what we did wasn’t right but for you to be dragged on this show just so you can spill the tea about what happened with us is beyond a bitch move.
BENTLEY WÈS: It wasn’t like that yo, I was just given an opportunity like you. I didn’t expect for this to go down it way it did.
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LONDON CARTER•KING: I call bullshit, Bentley has my number and could have reached out to me to let me know what was up, but he was promised hopes and dreams from Carlos and took the bait, now he swimming with nowhere to go.
The scene cuts back to the table.
LEVI BRYANT: Well now everyone knows that you and your dude swingers, who cares? We all knew how you got down London boo.
LONDON CARTER•KING: You don’t know shit about me except what you fantasize about at night. Your so infatuated with my life that you can’t even handle yours.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: No shade, didn’t you just say Tristán was fucking your man, so it’s obvious that London isn’t the only one stepping out in this circle.
CARLOS TORREZ: Brandon I suggest you tread softly my friend because I have info that would end you and yours.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Take your threats elsewhere.
RICHIE RICH: Can we just make it through dinner, sitting here throwing everyone’s business in their face isn’t going to solve anything, this trip is about coming together.
DELONTE FENDÌ: This is crazy, I’m just sitting here fucking lost.
One of the producers step in.
PRODUCER: Look guys, Tristán is joining us in a second and he’s already a little under the influence of alcohol so please just welcome him and can we please make it through dinner?
LONDON CARTER•KING: Tell them to stop trying to bring up shit about me, I’m fucking tired of it.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: I know yo, like just try and calm down.
LEVI BRYANT: Awe poor London, the EP doesn’t want to be talked about, then get off the fucking show.
PRODUCER: Guys can we get back on track please?
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Why are those two even here like for real? They’re not even on this show.
PRODUCER: Who?
Brandon points at Jaser and Riley.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Homeboy lucky security is in the building, it’s the power of God or some high being that’s keeping me from jumping over this table and choking the shit out of him.
JASER CRUZ: oh Lordy Jesus, he gone shake the table Tai!
RILEY: He gon try to jump over this table like he jumped for joy over that pity ring?
JASER CRUZ: Bitch! I’m screaming!
Jaser starts cackling as Riley rolls his eyes.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Yo chill.
By that time the camera shifts to the hallway, where Tristán is seen walking out of the hallway to the dinner table. His hair is in disarray. As he reaches the chair where London is sitting, he nearly stumbles to it, cackling hysterically as he tries to recover his balance. He finally reaches the chair across the room between Richie and Carlos, plumping onto his chair with a thud. He brushes his hair back before noticing everyone staring at him. Bewildered, he strikes a wide smile.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Um.. Hiyee!! Sorry I'm late.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Ummm are you okay?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Uh…..si. Si, I’m fine….I’m fine. *clears throat*
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Yeah this is awkward.
RICHIE RICH: Well thank you for joining us Tristán, we’ve already ordered drinks and food but if you want the waiter to bring a menu out for you then I can call for him.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Uh...maybe more liquor. Hey! Guy in the suit! May I have a bottle of tequiiiiila?
RICHIE RICH: Waiter, please get him a soft tequila and a water.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Ok so we’re all here, so what’s next?
RICHIE RICH: I was hoping this trip would bring us altogether, maybe find a resolution and finally become friends or at least be cordial in these group settings.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Now we both know there are real reasons as to why we all can’t be friends, come on now.
CARLOS TORREZ: Yes and one of those reasons is sitting right next to you.
Carlos points at London.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Fuck you Carlos.
CARLOS TORREZ: No fuck you bitch.
BENTLEY WÈS: If I can say something.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: I think you’ve said and done enough sir.
BENTLEY WÈS: You don’t know me bruh.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: And you don’t know me either, you found your way on this show because of those two bitter queens over there, and to do what? TRY AND TAKE LONDON DOWN. Y’all some bitch ass niggas!
BENTLEY WÈS: That’s funny! You sound stupid as fuck.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Bentley why you sitting over there lying? Yea you was hitting my phone trying to get on the show and I said “No”. You knew President nor Brandon would be on board, so you went to the next desperate person you could find and you got them.
CARLOS TORREZ: Get The fuck outta here, now your talking crazy.
BENTLEY WÈS: Nah I got this Carlos, yeah I might have enlisted help to get this gig but I came on here to promote me.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Take that shit somewhere else.
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RICHIE RICH: I swear this is not how I wanted this night to go, everyone was yelling and throwing shots at each other.
Richie Rich shrugs.
RICHIE RICH: No shade though, the waiter had brought our food and drinks out and while everyone was still arguing, shit I was stuffing my face.
The scene cuts back to the dinner table, the group is still going back and forth, yelling at each other. Richie Rich is shown eating pieces of his shrimp while sipping on his red wine, while Tristán is next to him nearly falling asleep. London is shown getting up from the table, grabbing his phone.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Look, I’m about to leave. I have an early flight in the morning and I’m not about to lose my cool on none of y’all hoes.
CARLOS TORREZ: Typical London always running away and shit.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Carlos, your pussy nigga. He playing for these cameras, look at security getting close to the table because they know we can turnt in this bitch.
LEVI BRYANT: I don’t know why London leaves all the time, he’s on this show just like us and needs to be treated the same as everyone else.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Levi you better get out my face.
Levi jumps up from his chair and makes his way over to London.
LEVI BRYANT: No bitch this would be IN YOUR FA-
Before Levi could finish, London drops his phone on the table and swings with his right hand knocking Levi in his jaw. Levi falls back almost hitting the ground, London rushes towards Levi pushing him down on the group and jumping on him. Carlos rushes over reaching for London grabbing London by his hair and pulling him off of Levi. At this time Levi jumps up and the two start jumping London off to the side..President sees Carlos grab London and jumps up, running over to him. He first tries to get carlos’s grip from London's hair. He then rushes at him, knocking him backwards.. The production team and security guards rush over to try and get a handle on things but struggled with Carlos and President, as they had a lot of tension built of over the years. Carlos swings a right hook at President, connecting with his chest. President returns with a left hook, connecting with his rib. The two go back and forth for a minute before security finally gets the two separated.
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PRESIDENT LAWSON: I knew some fuck shit was gonna go down man. Carlos walking round this bitch like he running shit. And you think I'm bout to let y'all jump my boy. Fuck nah. Niggas really on that rara shit tonight but I got time today.
The scene returns to the dinner. Security is still holding both President and Carlos apart.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: You fucking pussy! You ain't shit but drama. This what the fuck you wanted.?
CARLOS TORREZ: The fuck is wrong with you, I was trying to break the shit up.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: By pulling his fucking hair and tryna drag him? Fuck outta here bitch ass nigga.
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PRESIDENT LAWSON: then you wanna play innocent. Y'all was live jumping my dude. I definitely wasn't bout to let that go down
The scene returns to Carlos and President.
CARLOS TORREZ: You was trying to get a cheap shot, fuck outta here.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: Nah you definitely saw me coming.
PRODUCER: you guys we need Levi and London to leave right now, we have to bring order back to this room. SECURITY please escort London and Levi out the room.
The security grab both London and Levi and escort them out of the banquet hall. Leaving the remainder of the group there. President sits back down and grabs Brandon’s arm forcing him into the chair also. The commotion causes Tristán to wake up from his quick dozing off and start laughing hysterically.
CARLOS TORREZ: I don’t think this is funny right now yo, your drunk, everyone on edge.
RICHIE RICH: I can’t believe all this shit is going down.
YOSEF MARLEY: You should have known this was going to happen.
RICHIE RICH: I really wanted everyone to get along.
DELONTE FENDÌ: I’m sorry all that happened man.
CARLOS TORREZ: So you got a problem with me President? You sat back down and you can’t take your eyes off me so what’s good?
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Oh My God shut the fuck up Carlos, why you trying to start shit again.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: Nah fuck that pussy ass nigga. He know I got a fuckin problem. You wanna go again. I'm with the shits.
President stands up again.
CARLOS TORREZ: Why you so angry for someone who doesn’t have an issue with me. You mad at me because your boss don’t like me, that’s what the problem is.
Carlos laughs and takes another sip of his wine before tossing it towards President, President moves to the side missing the liquid by a pinch.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: You a bitch made nigga. I can't believe I ever wasted my time wit ya dumb ass.
CARLOS TORREZ: So wait this is over us not being in a relationship, that was what 4 years ago. Let it go my nigga, I got hundred times better now.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: Don't flatter yourself. Since you came back in the circle you been tryna fuck up everybody life. You in everybody relationship. Worried about what everybody doing.. that's what this is about. It's about you being a bitch made ass simp.
CARLOS TORREZ: If all you can do is call me names and not have a simple conversation then don’t waste your breath. You haven’t been around for years so everything going on now within this group shouldn’t concern you. Our issue is over with, so let someone else being your punching bag.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Fuck it, I’m gone.
Brandon jumps up from his seat causing the security to stir, he motions for them to calm down as he walks toward the exit with security following behind him.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: my nigga you was just in my face last week. Tryna buddy shit up. Thats ya problem. You always been fraudulent. Everybody know it but you.
CARLOS TORREZ: Then we shouldn’t be sitting here talking then, I’m done with you. Maybe you should go attend to your so called “friend” and make sure he’s good.
PRODUCER: I think we should take a break guys, this is way too intense right now.
PRESIDENT LAWSON:At least we finally on the same page.
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PRESIDENT LAWSON: And you can stay gone my dude! Like forreal. Get the fuck out my life forever..
Thes scene fades back to the group. President is shown walking off set. The cameras the shift to Micah, who looks extremely uncomfortable. Dae Suk puts his hand on his lap.
DAE•SUK: You good? Talk to me?
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DAE•SUK: I can already tell Micah is ready to be out of here.. here's not here for any of this.
The scene returns to the group.
MICAH GRAY: I mean everyone fighting and shit, this shit dumb.
Delonte laughs.
MICAH GRAY: Something funny nigga?
DELONTE FENDÌ: Yeah what’s funny is y’all two niggas sitting over there with y’alls fake relationship.
DAE•SUK: What's funnier is a broke down bum trying to call out fraud. Weren't you just Tommii Drekko’s bottom bitch a few months ago. Where is he now? Hmm?
DELONTE FENDÌ: Ha, mind ya fucking business.
Dae Suk looks around
DAE•SUK: I don't see him anywhere. Bitch.
MICAH GRAY: You already know I don’t get involved in this type of shit, I’m here because Dae•Suk and Richie Rich asked me too.
DELONTE FENDÌ: Then don’t get involved bruh, this was bound to happen anyway. Dae•Suk still hurt from the break up, so he’s trying to throw people I hang out with or friends with under the bus. Unlike you I chilled for a bit, I don’t jump from man to man. Me and you wasn’t even broken up and you was fucking this lame nigga over there.
MICAH GRAY: Who you calling lame my nigga? This not for play play bruh, I’ll fight you and these security niggas.
DELONTE FENDÌ: Dae, check ya dude.
DAE•SUK: Bitch check yaself. He jump. I jump. So what are you saying my dear.?
DELONTE FENDÌ: It’s so sad what you do for this TV fame, DAE we both know you not about that life, you can leave all that Ra-Ra talk for ya nigga.
MICAH GRAY: Yo Dae, we can get out of here because If I pop off in this bitch then these people probably call the police.
DELONTE FENDÌ: Yes save your man from embarrassment and y’all run along, we could do without the trash.
DAE•SUK: you're a bum dude. Get out of my asshole.! You're still mad. Either get up or shut the fuck up!
DELONTE FENDÌ: Dae we all know you pussy yo, you fronting in front of ya nigga. You doing more talking then he is so that tells me both of y’all all talk!
Delonte takes a sip of his drink, he gets up from the table with a smirk on his face.
MICAH GRAY: Yea walk away nigga.
DELONTE FENDÌ: Man whatever!
Delonte rolls his eyes and makes his way towards the exit, the scene cuts back to the dinner table where Tristán can be seen drinking his glass of soft Tequila before struggling to place it back onto the table, so Richie helps him.
RICHIE RICH: Maybe I should help you back to your room, it seems like this dinner is over with.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Aww, why? I haven’t gotten another drink yet!
Richie Rich continues to help Tristàn out of the chair.
RICHIE RICH: I’ll be back guys.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Bye Bye, bitches!!
Richie Rich helps Tristàn to the outside hallway.
RICHIE RICH: Look if you want to stay in my room tonight, you can. I don’t know what’s going on with everyone tonight but I needed to get out of there for a second.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay. Dónde está C-Carlos?
RICHIE RICH: Sorry boo, my Spanish is not so great. So can we stick to English please?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Caarr-los! Carlos!
RICHIE RICH: Okay, what about Carlos? I’m confused.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I….uh….where is your k-ey? I don’t..feel good.
RICHIE RICH: What about Carlos? What’s going on?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ughhh…..
RICHIE RICH: I can’t help you if you won’t answer any of my questions.
Tristán rushes to cover his mouth with a shocked expression in his eyes. Richie looking shocked as well before panickingly inserting his card onto the door. As vomit oozes out of Tristán’s mouth onto the floor, Richie unlocks and opens the door. Tristán staggering to the toilet as Richie helps direct him, avoiding tracks of vomit along the carpet and bathroom floor.
RICHIE RICH: I probably should get a towel or something.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: ¿Por qué….no me...quieres?
RICHIE RICH: Where the hell are all the towels at?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Isn't it..your room?
RICHIE RICH: No Tristàn, we are in your room.
Richie Rich shakes his head and the scene fades backstage where security still has Brandon by the arm.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: You can let me go, I’m good.
Brandon yanks his arm away from one of the guards, he leans against the wall in the hallway outside the banquet hall.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: I just want to go to my room, I need to go pack.
Brandon starts to walk off down the hallway leaving the security guards behind him. He notices Jaser walking out of the banquet hall on his phone.
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BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: I couldn’t help myself, I told that nigga it was on site.
The scene cuts back to the hallway, Brandon is shown sprinting towards the door, knocking the phone out of Jaser’s hand he goes for a punch but Jaser backs up causing Brandon to miss. Jaser kicks Brandon in his stomach and tackles him down to the ground, the two go back and forth both exchanging blows to the face.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: COME ON HOE!
Brandon is able to push Jaser off of him and the two stand face to face. The two exchange a couple more blows before security rushes up.
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JASER CRUZ: Why do niggas wait till you distracted to swing. I’ll never get the hype. You gonna fight square up. Don’t run up and sneak niggas. Pussy ass nigga moves. How you had that much leave way and miss your first strike? Like I said before make your first one count cause otherwise I’m in that ass.
The scene cuts back to the hallway where security is still trying to break up Jaser and Brandon. Jaser breaks free and charges at Brandon landing more punch’s right before security snatches him back up as Riley can be seen trying to break through security.
JASER CRUZ: You put them hands on me again you better hope that judge you fuckin’ can keep you outta jail! Crackhead ass nigga!
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Boy I am drunk as shit right now and loving every moment of this, you screaming out all those words, square the fuck back up.
Brandon laughs as he spits at Jaser, Jaser breaks from security again running towards Brandon. The two square up once more exchanging blows both connecting with each other. More security rush the hallway forcing the two off of each other.
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BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Jaser swear he got smoke, but he’s just another lame ass bum looking for a come up.
The scene cuts back to the hallway, Brandon is escorted towards the exit while Jaser is pushed against the wall still yelling at Brandon. The scene cuts back to the dinner table where Yosef and Blake are shown sitting. Riley is shown running outside to the hallway to check up on Jaser.
RILEY: YO JASER, YOU AIITE?
The scene cuts back to Yosef and Blake.
YOSEF MARLEY: All this is fucking crazy, like glasses are being thrown, niggas fighting in the hallway and shit.
BLAKE SHAW: It's an absolute shit show! But what was to be expected?
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BLAKE SHAW: Chile! A mess messy boots okay. And everybody is walking around wide jawed, as if they didn't know this was going to be the outcome.. All of these people came here wanting to settle scores. I don't think anybody had the intentions on coming to this dinner to kiss and make up. What delusional world I that?
He chuckles shaking his head as the scene returns to the dinner.
YOSEF MARLEY: We can go though.
Yosef reaches for Blake’s hand but Blake brushes it away still mad at what happened earlier, the two get up from the table and make their way towards the exit brushing passed security, the scene fades and reopens with London walking into his hotel room with Anthony behind him, London slams the door not allowing the cameraman’s inside the room, all you hear is voices coming from the inside and through the mics still attached to their bodies.
LONDON CARTER • KING: I’m done with this shit Anthony, fuck this show, this is chaotic, like these dudes want to purposely cause fucking issues!
ANTHONY KING: I told you that you should have been done with this shit.
LONDON CARTER • KING: Take ya mic off, I’m about to pack.
Next all you can hear is the mic shuffling and be removed from their clothing, the scene fades and reopens back in LA, Yuri Brandz a business run by Elijah Yurì is shown, The scene fades inside where Elijah himself is shown going over some pieces of an upcoming fashion show he’s putting together for a new designer in LA. Elijah smiles as he looks through a portfolio of models and some of the fashions the designer put together and he places them down on the table.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
ELIJAH YURÌ: I have been very busy and my days are getting even busier, I was bummed that I had to miss out on the Hawaii trip but I gave Richie Rich my blessings and told him if I could find in my schedule to make it then I would, if not then a donation of money would have been suitable because we all know everyone needs a coin.
Elijah smirks at the camera.
ELIJAH YURÌ: While working I did get some updates on the trip and I heard things did get a little messy, but what do you expect with this group, they’re all stuck on old issues that they won’t let go so they’ll forever be in their feelings, sad story.
The scene cuts back to Elijah who is now joined by one of his closest friends Amanda Dodge, the two share a glass of wine and enjoying each other’s company with some conversation.
ELIJAH YURÌ: This show is really going to put me on the map here in LA, soon enough I’ll be handling all the shows and runway events and people will be coming to me for ideas and marketing plans.
AMANDA DODGE: You said you were going to be a fashion kingpin, well a business kingpin and look at you now.
ELIJAH YURÌ: If I made it then we both made it, I’ve been looking into some other business ventures they I may want to partner with you on. That is if you are interested.
AMANDA DODGE: Of course, give me all the details and I’ll jump right in. So anyway, are you sad you couldn’t make the trip?
ELIJAH YURÌ: I was going to check the flights to see if anything was available later after I leave here but at the same time I would only get to spend half the day there unless I decide to extend my own personal days and do whatever. But honestly I’m not sad because I heard it was a shit show.
AMANDA DODGE: Oh no! Not a shit show during charity for people in that horrible situation, that’s petty.
ELIJAH YURÌ: That’s kind of why I don’t mingle or even attend events with that group, I have my own personal relationship with each individual, I’ve known them all for quite some time during my party promoter days but it’s like enough is enough, we’re all getting up there in age and y’all want to still have fights and petty battles, leave that over there with them and I’ll stay on my side, the growth side.
AMANDA DODGE: Facts.
ELIJAH YURÌ: All of them could probably take a page out of my book and learn something.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
ELIJAH YURÌ: All of them are my friends, I’ve partied with everyone last one of them and even booked a few of them on shows and club appearances but I just wasn’t feeling the vibe anymore, maybe in public or in passing we can speak but as for the personal relationships, I didn’t need them or want them.
Elijah shrugs.
ELIJAH YURÌ: The people sitting with me were the people I trusted the most, that’s just what it is.
The scene cuts back to Elijah and Amanda.
ELIJAH YURÌ: But let that be their issues while we focus on this money.
AMANDA DODGE: Cheers to that.
The two click glasses and chuckle and the scene fades to black.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I guess we are the only ones here, or we are early.
BENTLEY WÈS: I don’t think I’ll be good at this, but I’ll give anything a try, just hope a shark don’t try and eat this dark meat.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: So while we did go for a good cause, of course we couldn't spend this vacation not going to the beach. We went to...Kua Bay? Yeah, Kua Bay, and while we were there, Richie also set up some surfing lessons for us. I didn't want to do it at first, because I couldn't afford to mess up this body doing something like surfing, but I guess it was that or be bored all day.
Scene goes back to the beach, where Bentley and Tristàn introduce themselves to the instructor, who is named Leo.
LEO: Is it just you two?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: There should be more coming, but I am impatient, so I am ready to just go ahead and take the chance in learning this.
BENTLEY WÈS:This is about to be so dope.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I know right? I have never done this before.
The guys are interrupted promptly by the sound of Jaser and Riley arriving. The two Park their car and can be seen walking up when Jaser starts shouting from afar much to the sheepish look on Riley’s face.
JASER CRUZ: Ayye Bitches! Y’all can’t start without us!
Riley shoves Jaser down into the sand and laughs as he continues to walk up, stepping over Jaser whole making a kissy face at him. Riley stops looking at Bentley and Tristàn, giving them a head nod before continuing past them to get knee deep into the water. Tristàn strolls towards Jaser while Bentley still talks with the surfing instructor. The camera focuses first on Jaser and Tristàn.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Uh, are you okay?
JASER CRUZ: I’m peachy. A little lit but I’m Gucci.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Uh. Okay.
Tristàn lends Jaser a hand from the sand.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I’m Tristàn.
JASER CRUZ: Jaser, nice to meet you.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: So I’m guessing you are a part of this group of mess too?
JASER CRUZ: Yeah this train wreck, fun train wreck that is.
By that time, the camera shows Richie Rich also arriving but not alone, standing beside him was Yeshua Banner..
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
RICHIE RICH: Today I woke up to a surprise knock at my room door this morning, when I opened the door and saw Yeshua standing on the other side, I almost flipped my shit but in a good way. Even though we were leaving tomorrow night, he still flew out to surprise me and spend the remainder of the time here, I thought that was dope.
The scene cuts back to Richie and Yeshua on the beach, Yeshua smacks Richie Rich across the butt, he takes his shirt off and rushes towards the water to join the other guys. Richie Rich walks up to Tristàn and the two introduces themselves.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Hola! You must be Richie! I'm Tristàn!
RICHIE RICH: Tristàn it’s a pleasure to meet you, sorry we haven’t got the chance to really hang this trip but I hope this time now gives us a chance to get to know each other. Oh and the guy that was with me is a friend of mine, I hope you don’t mind that I brought him with me, he kind of surprised me this morning and I just didn’t want to leave him in the hotel alone or miss this chance to hang out with you guys.
Tristàn looks at Yeshua.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh him? Damn, he is fine!
RICHIE RICH: Thank you, ha! Don’t mind his shyness though, he’s like that with everyone and especially my group of my friends. But anyway how long have you been here?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I got here 15 minutes ago with Bentley. I wasn't going to do surfing lessons, but Samoan daddy has been convincing me.
RICHIE RICH: Oh wow is that our instructor?
JASER CRUZ: Yes, Daddy is giving me Jason Momoa and I am here for it.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
JASER CRUZ: I might just need to get a personal cpr class with this guy, cause goddamn this instructor is fine
Richie Rich eyes the instructor and playfully lick his lips, he looks over and notices Jaser and he waves at him, he turns and looks back at Tristàn.
RICHIE RICH: I just want to lay on the beach and tan, I so need it.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Aren't you the one who set the surfing lessons up? You better do this too.
RICHIE RICH: Yea I did but after all that hard work we put in, I just wanna relax so maybe I should just chill here.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Like hell you aren’t. Come on!
Tristàn motions Richie to follow him as he heads back to Bentley, Jaser, and Leo. Leo introducing himself to Richie.
LEO: Okay, good. How many already know how to surf?
Everyone looks at one another, resulting to giggles.
LEO: Ok, now how many know how to use a skateboard?
Jaser eagerly raises his hand looking at the other guys as Riley slowly raises his.
JASER CRUZ: We do! Well mostly me but he doesn’t fall on his ass as much as he use to.
LEO: Both skateboarding and surfing have similar stances, and priority on balance. For those that are unfamiliar with both surfing and skateboarding, this teaching could help with both. Now today, we are going to use soft longboards. Perfect for beginners. The softness comes from the foam tops, which adds more durability to the board, while longboards are recommended for beginners because they are easier to balance on. Now before we go to the waves, we are going to practice the basics here on the ground.
shortly after, President is shown walking toward the beach in pair of swim trunks and a towel thrown around his neck. He jumps in with the rest of the crew.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: What's good y'all. Sorry I'm late.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
PRESIDENT LAWSON: So everyone is supposed to be meeting at the beach today for surf lessons. I wasn't really planning on coming at first cuz I know my boys Brandon and London aren't gonna be here. But I didn't really wanna stay in the hotel. And I love surfing so I didn't wanna miss out on the fun. Plus a few new people from the ATL cast were supposed to be there. And It would be nice to meet them.
The scene returns to the beach.
LEO: It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’ve came just in time for the basics. Okay, now when you get on the board, attach the leash to your back foot. If you are right handed, that means your back foot will be your right foot. That will be your regular stance.
The camera then focuses less on the instructor and more on a new face walking across the beach in khaki colored Bermuda shorts. His upper body is completely covered in tattoos, and his beard is long, but neatly kempt. His dark brown, purposely messy hair flutters in the wind as he looks around the beach, squinting as the sun beats directly into his face. Blinded for a moment, he spots a few people and a smile comes across his face.
DAX BECKETT: No freakin’ way! I get it now.
Dax moves along the beach to find Tristan, Bentley, Richie, Jaser, Riley, President and Yeshua. They stare at him, almost unknowingly.
DAX BECKETT: I got a call to come out here and meet up with a few people for surf lessons, and I'm always down to try new things. What's good, bruh?
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
DAX BECKETT: I honestly don’t know what’s going on other than some surf, a chance to get to know a few of the LA guys, and get a feel for what I’m in for when I take ATL by storm. Tristan in that swimsuit though… Focus! So, I was asked to come by, show off my impressive bod, get my face out there for something more than just being a wrestler. A chance to build up my brand? Of course I’m not gonna turn that down. So here I am, ready to go.
We cut back to the beach and Dax looks around at the group, getting a few murmurs from them as Leo begins to instruct.
LEO: Thanks for joining us. Okay, everyone. Grab a board on the rack and put it down onto the sand to lay on.
The camera focuses on Tristàn who gives Dax a second look.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay, I didn't know who that man was, but he was definitely daddy material. Scruffy daddy material. I figured he was somebody that just happened to be vacationing there, so I assumed he had to have been rich.
PRODUCER: He's also a cast member.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh, I knew afterwards.
The scene cuts back to the beach as Tristàn tries to sneak his way next to Dax, after the other attendees place their boards onto the sand.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: *quietly* Hola.
Dax looks around for a second, seeing everyone else setting themselves on their boards. Dax raises an eyebrow as he looks over at Tristan, catching his identity as soon as the sun is blocked from his eyes. A sly smirk comes over his face as he nods his head.
DAX BECKETT: Muy atractivo, bruh. What’s good?
Dax lowers down to the board, looking around as he can’t help licking at his bottom lip a bit. He jerks his head to the side to motion for Tristan to join him on the ground. Tristàn following suit.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: What is your name, papi?
Dax turns over onto the board, lying flat on his stomach as Tristàn does the same. Dax sneaks a look at his ample backside, but plays it cool as he turns back to face Tristàn.
DAX BECKETT: I got a lot of names, bruh. Big Daddy. Poppa Pump. Tall Boy. Dax. You can call me any and all of the above.
Dax winks at Tristàn with a sly smirk. He traces his fingers through the sand as his hazel eyes wander toward the rest of the cast, making sure they aren’t paying any attention. They wander back, locking directly with Tristàn’s deep, dark brown eyes.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ooh, why those nicknames?
DAX BECKETT: I never understood them. They were always given to me by past fuck buds and exes. It’s not like I got any kids, and I’m clearly not a can of beer. It must be something else, but I can’t put my finger on it...
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Hmm...
Tristàn glances his eyes to Dax’s waist then back to his eyes.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: *fans self* Phew! Ah dios mio!
Scene goes back to Tristàn and Dax.
DAX BECKETT: Any idea why they call me that? Or why they might call me stuff like that?
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
DAX BECKETT: I feel kinda dumb, because I was sitting there, saying all this shit, and it never occurred to me that it meant… something else. Can I say “dick” on here? Are we censored? No? Okay, so apparently we sat there for ten minutes talking about my meat stick, and I had no fucking clue…
PRODUCER: You… didn’t know you were making advances to Tristàn? It seemed almost strategic.
DAX BECKETT: Seriously! I’m treating this like I treat a wrestling match. No thought. No strategy. Go in. Show off. Get sweaty. Rub up against some dudes. As much from behind as possible. Run outta breath. Feel their sweaty, sticky bodies slapping against mine as fast as possible. Throw them on their back for three. Get up. Leave.
The producer laughs as Dax keeps a straight face, a twinkle in his eye of clear misunderstanding. We fade back to the beach as Dax stares over at Leo the instructor, and yawns, rolling over on his back. He stares over at Tristan as he gives him the complete opposite view of his entire body.
DAX BECKETT: I’m just clueless…
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Hmm? What do you mean?
DAX BECKETT: I mean, about the nicknames. I guess there is something about me that screams “Big Daddy”.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Hmm? Now I’m curious to know. When do they say it?
DAX BECKETT: Sometimes I'm at the movies, or out to eat. Other times I'm just chilling at home, but it always ends up with them on their knees. Weird, right?
Dax shrugs his shoulders as he soaks in the sun. Tristàn nodding as he smiled with glee.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: So what exactly do you do? Modeling? Own your own business? Ya know. Rich stuff?
DAX BECKETT: I do a bit of modeling, film, TV, travel, wrestling, professional party boy. The dream, basically. Anything that's awesome, I get paid to do. I'm getting paid right now. Cool, huh?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: So you are like….a media mog-I mean media star, huh?
DAX BECKETT: I mean, call it whatever you want but I get paid to show off. And I'm damn good at it, bruh.
Dax looks around at the others practicing their paddling on their boards, and he sighs heavily.
DAX BECKETT: This shit is lame A.F. I thought we were gonna learn how to hang ten, no pretend play in the sand. You wanna get outta here and look for the real action, or nah?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Umm, unfortunately, I can’t right now, but I can meet you around 9:00. If that’s fine. Just give me the room number and I’ll come and drag you along. We can go out into the beach.
DEX BECKETT: Okay, sounds good to me.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Great.
The scene focuses back on the rest of the group.
LEO: Now once you hop up, make sure that your arms are loose, your knees are slightly bent, the bottom of your feet are planted on the board, and your torso is learned forward, and to keep your balance, you are going to move side-to-side. You got it? Okay, so before we go into the water, do you all have any questions?
Leo waits a second to see if anyone responds.
LEO: Okay, let’s get in.
The scene then shows a montage of the group swimming in the water while on top of their boards and the scene then shifts back to the beach, where Tristan, Jaser, and Richie can be seated as others are still in the water.
RICHIE RICH: I hope when I do get in, my pretty ass don’t get eaten by a shark.
Richie Rich laughs.
JASER CRUZ: I needed this. Clear my mind and shit. I couldn’t help but notice you flirting Tristán.
RICHIE RICH: So what about you and this new guy?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: New guy?
RICHIE RICH: I don’t know who he is, but I mean y’all were flirting, the guy with the black hair and beard.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I’m a flirt. I can admit that.
RICHIE RICH: I guess we're all guilty for that.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Mhm, *looks at Jaser* So Jaser right? I actually remember you before at a club that I danced at in Florida...like a long time ago.
JASER CRUZ: You remember me?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Si, it was at Club Boi. I don’t remember a lot of people coming in and out of that club, but I do remember you...and that hair, so where are you from?
JASER CRUZ: Ahh I’m from Atlanta.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: *gasps* Atlanta you say?
JASER CRUZ: Yeah that’s right.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: So what exactly do you do?
JASER CRUZ: I’m a Actor, I wrestle, I dance.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh so you do everything!
JASER CRUZ: I get down.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ah, so you are single right?
JASER CRUZ: Yeah?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay, so describe your type of preferences?
JASER CRUZ: I don’t really have any man. Haha what’s with the 21 questions?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Uh, it’s not for me. I know someone who lives in Atlanta right now that is also single. Really hot, young Chinese guy who is in need a dick in his mouth, or a date. Whichever order you want to do first. I’d be more than willing to give you his number if you want.
JASER CRUZ: Jesus. What’s his @?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh, he’s not like I am. Trust me. He’s one of those romantic types. He’s into having “relationships”. Ugh! So old fashioned. He will be in denial about it at first, but get to know him and he’ll open up to you. His at is @chassinmanni, or something like that. You know what? Why don’t I just give you his number, and let him know that you will be calling him soon?
JASER CRUZ: Well I’m intrigued so I’m down.
~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay, while Jaser was cute, Chase was always talking about wanting to be single and finding the right one, and I knew he was lying. He just needed someone to push a man his direction, and after thinking about it, Jaser was the perfect choice.
The scene goes back to the beach.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay. Gracias amigo. I’ll be sure to let him know once this is over.
The scene reopens to the hotel room where Tristàn Dominguez is seen hurrying to his hotel room to find his cellular phone, which was on the nightstand. Tristàn swipes the phone with his fingers before laying on the bed. He puts the phone on speaker before the ringing tone is heard. The receiver quickly answers the phone.
CHASE LUÌ: Bestfriend!
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Hola, puto!
CHASE LUÌ: Wash poppin boo? What are you doing?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Listen, I’m here in Hawaii! I honestly don’t know the name of the city, but I’m here.
CHASE LUÌ: I remember you telling me you were going to Hawaii, I wish I could have came.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: It is so nice out here! Even though I had to help clean up some neighborhood after a volcano messed it up, I’m still having a good time. Oh! I also took surfing lessons, bitch!
CHASE LUÌ: Damn I should have came.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Girl, it’s was an absolute mess! I was on my back more times than you can count falling in the water.
CHASE LUÌ: Sounds like your normal routine, ha! I’m just kidding. .
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh…...and I also found you a man.
CHASE LUÌ: Oh boy I’m afraid to even ask about “this man” bestfriend you know I’m not looking to date, I just moved to Atlanta so I’m trying to get situated here first and plus I haven’t dated in awhile, maybe I should just be single a bit and just mingle, maybe flirt like you.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I’m sorry, but you aren’t capable of living the life as a slut like I am, so I would rather you just go the regular route and find a date instead. His name is Jaser Cruz, he is an actor, he lives in Atlanta, and he is cute as fuck. That’s all you really need to know about him.
CHASE LUÌ: Name sounds familiar, I’ll google him.
Chase pulls out his iPad and google’s Jaser’s name.
CHASE LUÌ: He’s handsome, he looks short though like I would be taller than him.
Chase laughs.
CHASE LUÌ: But hey I’m not that shallow or picky.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay, don’t worry about all of that. I already gave him your number and he should be calling you soon, and if he doesn’t, I’ll just find him on Twitter and get on his nerves or something. Let’s be honest, Chase. You need some dick, but at least you can get some dick from someone that seems like he could actually care for you. I mean, he looks like the type.
CHASE LUÌ: Uhhhh, well who said I needed some dick? I might like a little ass too, if he not giving the cakes up then we can’t work.
Chase chuckles.
The two laugh, they continue talking as the scene fades and reopens outside of Levi’s hotel room. Standing alone on the balcony Levi is shown sipping on a corona. He looks down and notices Tristàn making his way towards Levi’s side of the hotel and Levi rolls his eyes.
••~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~••
LEVI BRYANT: I really didn’t like a Tristàn at all, he was a disgusting individual in my eyes. But I wanted to make sure this trip was calm and peaceful. And I didn’t want little miss Tristàn overstepping her boundaries because she feel like she on a trip with Carlos, her pretend boyfriend.
Levi shakes his head.
LEVI BRYANT: If I knew dating Carlos would be this hard and all his little hoes would start coming out the woodwork then I would have never dealt with him. But fuck it, we're here now and I needed to put Tristàn in his place.
The scene cuts back to Levi who is now standing inside of his room. Standing next to him is one of the producers of #theLIFE.
PRODUCER: It didn’t go well with you and London so please no fighting Levi.
LEVI BRYANT: I’m good, I don’t have any major issues with Tristàn, he’s just thirsty for my man and spotlight but I’m sure after we’re done filming his fifteen minutes will be up.
PRODUCER: Just please Levi.
LEVI BRYANT: Whatever.
PRODUCER: He’s walking up now.
The camera then focuses on to Tristàn in the distance, strutting down the hallway in red bikini underwear.
••~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~••
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: *imitating valley accent* Sooooo I got word that…Leeeeeviiiii wanted to talk to meee about a business opportunity, and liiiiike, I was shooketh. I couldn’t believe that the day would finally happen. I could finally get a promotion! I was like soooo excited! *squeals*
Tristàn tilts his head, grinning to the camera as he goes back to his regular dialect.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Come on now. Do they really think I'm stupid? He’s gonna just throw nothing, but shade in this conversation talking about how better and “richer” he is compared to me, and accusing me of “fucking” his boyfriend, but you know what? I was a little drunk, and when I get drunk, I love playing around and pushing buttons. That Strawberry Agua Fresca Carlos made. Ugh! It is like...that feeling you get after you shaved your ass! But yeah, anyways, let's have some fun!
The scene heads back to Tristàn heading to Levi’s door, rhythmically knocking. The producer walks over to the door and opens it letting Tristàn in. Tristàn walks toward Levi but heads for the chair on the opposite side, leaning back before crossing his legs.
LEVI BRYANT: So skip all the bullshit, are you fucking Carlos or not?
••~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~••
LEVI BRYANT: You know what I wasn’t here for the fake sit down let’s be friends bullshit, I was here to get answers and to check this hoe.
The scene cuts back to Tristàn and Levi. Tristàn scans the suite.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ooh, this is nice!
LEVI BRYANT: Hello? What’s up? I asked you a question.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh right, right. Am I fucking Carlos...blah blah blah. I mean, I get it. All the men that have been a passenger on Carlo’s big verga, I understand the...anger. The aggression. I can see it in your eyes, you are just ready to pounce.
LEVI BRYANT: Look I’m not here for shit.
Levi gets up from the couch rushing over towards Tristàn, but security rushes in forcing Levi to back.
PRODUCER: Levi please sit down.
LEVI BRYANT: Don’t act fucking funny right now, this is not a laughing matter. You think everything is a joke, but you messing with the wrong person.
Levi sits back down, looking towards Production, not making eye contact with Tristàn, who is seen smiling from ear to ear.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Seriously, it kinda is. It's hard to really take you seriously when you throw rocks and hide your hands on a constant basis, or better yet, throw shade at “your company” and its employees, and on Twitter no less. Let's get down to what's really going on with you? Why are you really mad? You feel a little insecure? You need some therapy? A facial? From the huge blemishes you have right now, it looks like a facial should be the first thing on your schedule tomorrow morning. You look stressed.
LEVI BRYANT: Listen here girl, you couldn’t match me on my worst day. I’m Saks fifth over here and your like a Ross so I wouldn’t even try to throw shade at my look. Those injections and steroids you pumping in your body is really fucking your head up.
Levi rolls his eyes, he chuckles to himself but in an annoyed manner.
LEVI BRYANT: It’s dudes like you that make successful gay men like me look bad. Everything about you is just wrong and take this as a warning, stay away from Carlos.
Levi turns and looks straight at Tristán.
LEVI BRYANT: You have been warned bitch.
••~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~••
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TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Yeah. Okay, puto.
(color=white]The scene goes back to the hotel room.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ha, it doesn't matter how threatening you want to be and threatened you really are, Zaddy still calls me after dealing with you and your boujie attitude! Point blank, sweaty!
LEVI BRYANT: Ok Producers you better get this queen out of my room, I will tear this bitch apart.
PRODUCER: Levi please-
LEVI BRYANT: Ain’t no please, y’all got five seconds or I’ll go through security.
While Levi is still yelling with the producer, Tristán stands up and starts applauding, walking towards the exit.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Speak on it, Levi! Speak on it! Yas, butch queen!
LEVI BRYANT: Look, get him the fuck out of here before he ends up in the hospital, I’m not playing.
Some of the producers and security grab ahold of Tristán and forces him outside the hotel room. Levi paces back and forth in the room trying to keep his composure.
••~ CONFESSIONAL CAM ~••
LEVI BRYANT: Tristán is so thirsty it’s sad, he came in here being all sarcastic and funny and this wasn’t a joking matter. Be gone hoe, and leave me and my nigga alone.
The scene cuts back to Levi and the Producers inside the room.
LEVI BRYANT: I told y’all that this wasn’t going to work, y’all constantly trying to put us in these situations and then wonder why we react. Fuck Tristán!
PRODUCER: Calm down Levi, please calm down.
LEVI BRYANT: Turn the cameras off right now, I don’t want to be filmed.
PRODUCER: Shut it down. We’re done he-Hold on.
As Levi walks off towards the balcony leaving the producers and cameraman standing in the sitting area alone, they are interrupted by a knock on the door. With camera following, the producer answers the door, but the other person cannot be seen.
PRODUCER: What is it? We're about to head out and film another scene.
It is assumed to be an employee. A male employee from the deep tone in his voice.
EMPLOYEE: I know, but there is something important I need to show you.
PRODUCER: Yes? And?
EMPLOYEE: Have you been looking at TMZ?
PRODUCER: I don't look at that site.
EMPLOYEE: Well, today, is your lucky day. You know the allegations story in involving the politician from Alabama we heard about yesterday?
PRODUCER: Yes?
A small beam of light can be shown in front of the Producer's view, causing a moment of silence.
PRODUCER: Oh….Oh!
EMPLOYEE: We have to hurry up and tell him.
PRODUCER: Of course. Where is he?
EMPLOYEE: I don't know.
PRODUCER: Okay. We need to hurry up and find him. I'll check around the hotel, and you check his room. If you find him, call me. Alright, crew! Let's go!.
The producer leads the team outside of Levi’s room down the hallways of the hotel.
The crew finally reach Tristán Dominguez, who was dancing next to the bar with a red plastic cup half empty of an alcoholic drink. The producer walks up to him.
PRODUCER: Tristán? We need you to come with us?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ (nearly drunk): Oh hiii, papi! I’ve never seen you here before!
PRODUCER: This is serious. We’re going to bring you into the room.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Anyone that wants me to go into their room needs to pay me first!
PRODUCER: This is not the time, Tristán. Someone help him out.
A security officer tries to lead the way for him via hand gesture, but Tristán frowns.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Aye! No voy a ningún lugar! (I’m not going anywhere!)
The commotion from Tristán catches the attention of a few of the attendees, including other cast members, in the vicinity.
PRODUCER: Again, this is serious. This is something you need to see for yourself.
Tristán huffs and puffs loudly, blowing alcohol breath into the producer’s face.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Fine!
Tristán puts his drink down.
PRODUCER: Someone help him.
The security guard from before wraps Tristán’s arm around his shoulders as Tristán steadily, but stumbly follows the producer and crew into a room booked for the producer, who opens it with the key card.
PRODUCER: Sit him down here on the bed.
After the security officer places Tristán onto the bed, the camera, stationed only at the entrance, views the security guard’s back, subtitles support the voiceovers of the producer and Tristán.
PRODUCER: Alright. Let’s cut to the chase here.
A moment of silence.
PRODUCER: TMZ just leaked a sex tape of you and an Alabama politician. We did in fact view the tape, and yes, you were identified. Your name also being mentioned in the article, Mr. Ortega-Diaz. Now we do not know of your past, but since it is too late on keeping the news out, the best we can do is prepare you for this, because the press is going to be involved during our filming.
Tristán snickers in response.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ah, Coño. (Ah, fuck.)
PRODUCER: Now, we’ll need to take you to your room. Is that fine?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: My phone. My...phone. Where is my phone? Te-lé-fo-no! Te-lé-fo-no! Te-lé-fo-no!
PRODUCER: Someone give him his phone please.
The scene fades to the end of the hallway where London who is still EP of the show is shown talking with one of the other producers.
PRODUCER: How do you think we should handle the situation? Should we continue filming and have him address it.
LONDON CARTER•KING: That’s really up to him, today is the last day here in Hawaii but if this story is hitting airwaves then I’m sure he is going to want to stay on top of it and eventually address it in the press, I’ll see if I can talk to him real quick.
London walks off towards Tristán’s room, he walks up to the door and knocks, on the outside he can hear a commotion going on inside the room. London notices the door is cracked and he forces himself inside, Tristán is shown inside yelling at someone on the phone regarding the situation that’s happening now. London waits patiently to the side as Tristán finishes the call, hurling it across the room.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ugh! Pen-dejo!
Tristán goes to reach over the nightstand for another swig of the alcoholic drink in the plastic cup, until he notices London at the door, which changes his angry tone into intoxicated happiness.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh...uh...hola...uh Paris-
LONDON CARTER•KING: London!
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Oh, sorry. London.
LONDON CARTER•KING: It’s okay Tristàn, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Production came to me with some news and I just wanted to reach out to you and not do it in front of everyone else. I know we’re about to go out for this dinner, so I wanted to meet with you before that.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ugggh! Why is it spinning in here?
LONDON CARTER•KING: It might be because your a little drunk right now, maybe you should eat some bread or some water.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Water? Uhh...I guess so.
The scene opens up in the main banquet hall of the hotel, a huge table filled with flowers, champagne glasses, and plates is shown. Waiters and servers are shown at the door waiting for the guest arrive while a few security officers are shown on standby also. First London, President and Brandon are shown entering the room.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Oh this is nice.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Let's just hope it stays like this the whole night.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: I'm gonna need a strong ass drink for this definitely.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: I just hope the food is good.
The three take their seats at the end of the table, London orders a drink while both Brandon and President look at the menus.
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BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: This is about to be a shit show, I just know it. I don’t know why Richie Rich orchestrated this sit down because everyone here barely likes each other.
The scene cuts back to the dinner table, a few minutes go by and Levi, Carlos, and Bentley all make their way into the banquet hall. Brandon looks up and rolls his eyes as London turns and looks at President shaking his head. Levi and Carlos sit at the other end of the table while Bentley sits closest to the middle.
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BENTLEY WÈS: The tension in this room was thick, since I’ve been in Hawaii this is my first time seeing London and the rest of the guys so I was nervous to see how this night was going to go.
The scene cuts back to the dinner table, by this time Dae Suk and Micah has joined the table. The two sit down closest to Levi and Carlos.
MICAH GRAY: Damn, no one is really interacting.
DAE•SUK: cuz don't nobody like each other.
MICAH GRAY: I’m already uncomfortable.
The camera shifts back to London, President and Brandon.
LONDON CARTER•KING: I don’t even think I should drink a lot tonight, that liquid courage may have me feeling myself.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Fuck that, I’m having a drink.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: I'mma have a few
The scene shifts to the entrance, both Riley and Jaser are shown walking into the banquet hall. Jaser walks in and peeps Brandon, he rolls his eyes and walks passed them not speaking a word. Jaser sits down next to Bentley and Riley joins him.
RILEY: Ayo, who these random niggas?
Ry gives a head nod to Bentley.
JASER CRUZ: Oh hey
Yosef, Blake and Delonte are shown walking into the banquet hall also. Yosef walks over to the table and sits down, Blake joins him but still pissed from earlier, doesn’t really say much.
YOSEF MARLEY: Can we talk after this please?
BLAKE SHAW: what is there to talk about Yosef. You're grown.. You can do what you want.
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BLAKE SHAW: To be honest I'm not really mad at Yosef. We are both two single people. I just don't like how it was brought to me. I don't like mess. And this was just messy.
YOSEF MARLEY: I just want you to hear me out, that’s all.
BLAKE SHAW: Fine. We can talk after dinner. Hopefully there's no more surprises
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YOSEF MARLEY: I didn’t know how the rest of this trip was going to go, we’ve already been here a few days and Blake still isn’t fucking with me. And now we have to sit here in this room with Riley and my ex, so I’m sure this has to be uncomfortable for him.
The scene cuts back to the banquet, Richie Rich is shown finally making his entrance into the party. He notices the division between the group and he shakes his head in disgust. He waves at everyone before sitting down.
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RICHIE RICH: Let the madness begin.
The scene cuts back to the dinner.
RICHIE RICH: First off I want to thank everyone who came on this trip, it meant a lot to me that everyone was so involved with helping these people of Hawaii get back on they’re feet. And I know we all have our own separate issues at this table but I think it’s nice we were able to put that aside to come here and help these people.
Richie Rich pauses as he notices Tristán was missing.
RICHIE RICH: I was hoping everyone would be here that’s why I was fashionably late but I can see we’re still missing a few people.
LEVI BRYANT: If your talking about the bop, he’s probably in his hotel room because the truth about his hoe ass came out today.
RICHIE RICH: Huh? What do you mean?
LEVI BRYANT: Oh nothing; it’s none of my business, let the dancer handler this one or better yet just ask my man since they're both fucking.
The whole room sat quiet as Carlos sat there with a shocked expression on his face.
RICHIE RICH: Ummm, ok well that’s -
LONDON CARTER•KING: MESSY.
LEVI BRYANT: No what’s messy is the fact that you sit over there on your high horse thinking you all high and mighty but yet you're a bop just like Tristán.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Girl don’t start with me tonight.
Micah turns and whispers to Dae•Suk.
MICAH GRAY: Damn can we at least get the appetizers first?
DAE•SUK: I'm here for all of this. You should've known it was gonna be a whole mess
LEVI BRYANT: No you don’t want it with me tonight London, I’ve had enough of your bullshit anyway. What you need to worry about is why you over there smashing Bentley when you got a whole nigga at home.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Ah shit!
LONDON CARTER•KING: Ha, you know what I won’t even give you a reaction to that.
LEVI BRYANT: You just did hoe.
RICHIE RICH: Ok wait, this is not what I wanted.
CARLOS TORREZ: What did you expect was going to happen to? I see what you trying to do, but you already know we all don’t like each other.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: No it’s more like we all don’t like you.
CARLOS TORREZ: Listen here little boy, this ain’t a fight you want right now.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: I don’t know why y’all keep thinking I’m a pussy, like I don’t have hands. I’m not about the talking so if we going to fight, let’s fight.
MICAH GRAY: Nah yo, y’all don’t fight.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Nah Brandon chill, this is what they want.
London looks at Bentley.
LONDON CARTER•KING: The crazy thing is we were friends at one point, maybe what we did wasn’t right but for you to be dragged on this show just so you can spill the tea about what happened with us is beyond a bitch move.
BENTLEY WÈS: It wasn’t like that yo, I was just given an opportunity like you. I didn’t expect for this to go down it way it did.
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LONDON CARTER•KING: I call bullshit, Bentley has my number and could have reached out to me to let me know what was up, but he was promised hopes and dreams from Carlos and took the bait, now he swimming with nowhere to go.
The scene cuts back to the table.
LEVI BRYANT: Well now everyone knows that you and your dude swingers, who cares? We all knew how you got down London boo.
LONDON CARTER•KING: You don’t know shit about me except what you fantasize about at night. Your so infatuated with my life that you can’t even handle yours.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: No shade, didn’t you just say Tristán was fucking your man, so it’s obvious that London isn’t the only one stepping out in this circle.
CARLOS TORREZ: Brandon I suggest you tread softly my friend because I have info that would end you and yours.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Take your threats elsewhere.
RICHIE RICH: Can we just make it through dinner, sitting here throwing everyone’s business in their face isn’t going to solve anything, this trip is about coming together.
DELONTE FENDÌ: This is crazy, I’m just sitting here fucking lost.
One of the producers step in.
PRODUCER: Look guys, Tristán is joining us in a second and he’s already a little under the influence of alcohol so please just welcome him and can we please make it through dinner?
LONDON CARTER•KING: Tell them to stop trying to bring up shit about me, I’m fucking tired of it.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: I know yo, like just try and calm down.
LEVI BRYANT: Awe poor London, the EP doesn’t want to be talked about, then get off the fucking show.
PRODUCER: Guys can we get back on track please?
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Why are those two even here like for real? They’re not even on this show.
PRODUCER: Who?
Brandon points at Jaser and Riley.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Homeboy lucky security is in the building, it’s the power of God or some high being that’s keeping me from jumping over this table and choking the shit out of him.
JASER CRUZ: oh Lordy Jesus, he gone shake the table Tai!
RILEY: He gon try to jump over this table like he jumped for joy over that pity ring?
JASER CRUZ: Bitch! I’m screaming!
Jaser starts cackling as Riley rolls his eyes.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Yo chill.
By that time the camera shifts to the hallway, where Tristán is seen walking out of the hallway to the dinner table. His hair is in disarray. As he reaches the chair where London is sitting, he nearly stumbles to it, cackling hysterically as he tries to recover his balance. He finally reaches the chair across the room between Richie and Carlos, plumping onto his chair with a thud. He brushes his hair back before noticing everyone staring at him. Bewildered, he strikes a wide smile.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Um.. Hiyee!! Sorry I'm late.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Ummm are you okay?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Uh…..si. Si, I’m fine….I’m fine. *clears throat*
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Yeah this is awkward.
RICHIE RICH: Well thank you for joining us Tristán, we’ve already ordered drinks and food but if you want the waiter to bring a menu out for you then I can call for him.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Uh...maybe more liquor. Hey! Guy in the suit! May I have a bottle of tequiiiiila?
RICHIE RICH: Waiter, please get him a soft tequila and a water.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Ok so we’re all here, so what’s next?
RICHIE RICH: I was hoping this trip would bring us altogether, maybe find a resolution and finally become friends or at least be cordial in these group settings.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Now we both know there are real reasons as to why we all can’t be friends, come on now.
CARLOS TORREZ: Yes and one of those reasons is sitting right next to you.
Carlos points at London.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Fuck you Carlos.
CARLOS TORREZ: No fuck you bitch.
BENTLEY WÈS: If I can say something.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: I think you’ve said and done enough sir.
BENTLEY WÈS: You don’t know me bruh.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: And you don’t know me either, you found your way on this show because of those two bitter queens over there, and to do what? TRY AND TAKE LONDON DOWN. Y’all some bitch ass niggas!
BENTLEY WÈS: That’s funny! You sound stupid as fuck.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Bentley why you sitting over there lying? Yea you was hitting my phone trying to get on the show and I said “No”. You knew President nor Brandon would be on board, so you went to the next desperate person you could find and you got them.
CARLOS TORREZ: Get The fuck outta here, now your talking crazy.
BENTLEY WÈS: Nah I got this Carlos, yeah I might have enlisted help to get this gig but I came on here to promote me.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Take that shit somewhere else.
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RICHIE RICH: I swear this is not how I wanted this night to go, everyone was yelling and throwing shots at each other.
Richie Rich shrugs.
RICHIE RICH: No shade though, the waiter had brought our food and drinks out and while everyone was still arguing, shit I was stuffing my face.
The scene cuts back to the dinner table, the group is still going back and forth, yelling at each other. Richie Rich is shown eating pieces of his shrimp while sipping on his red wine, while Tristán is next to him nearly falling asleep. London is shown getting up from the table, grabbing his phone.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Look, I’m about to leave. I have an early flight in the morning and I’m not about to lose my cool on none of y’all hoes.
CARLOS TORREZ: Typical London always running away and shit.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Carlos, your pussy nigga. He playing for these cameras, look at security getting close to the table because they know we can turnt in this bitch.
LEVI BRYANT: I don’t know why London leaves all the time, he’s on this show just like us and needs to be treated the same as everyone else.
LONDON CARTER•KING: Levi you better get out my face.
Levi jumps up from his chair and makes his way over to London.
LEVI BRYANT: No bitch this would be IN YOUR FA-
Before Levi could finish, London drops his phone on the table and swings with his right hand knocking Levi in his jaw. Levi falls back almost hitting the ground, London rushes towards Levi pushing him down on the group and jumping on him. Carlos rushes over reaching for London grabbing London by his hair and pulling him off of Levi. At this time Levi jumps up and the two start jumping London off to the side..President sees Carlos grab London and jumps up, running over to him. He first tries to get carlos’s grip from London's hair. He then rushes at him, knocking him backwards.. The production team and security guards rush over to try and get a handle on things but struggled with Carlos and President, as they had a lot of tension built of over the years. Carlos swings a right hook at President, connecting with his chest. President returns with a left hook, connecting with his rib. The two go back and forth for a minute before security finally gets the two separated.
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PRESIDENT LAWSON: I knew some fuck shit was gonna go down man. Carlos walking round this bitch like he running shit. And you think I'm bout to let y'all jump my boy. Fuck nah. Niggas really on that rara shit tonight but I got time today.
The scene returns to the dinner. Security is still holding both President and Carlos apart.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: You fucking pussy! You ain't shit but drama. This what the fuck you wanted.?
CARLOS TORREZ: The fuck is wrong with you, I was trying to break the shit up.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: By pulling his fucking hair and tryna drag him? Fuck outta here bitch ass nigga.
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PRESIDENT LAWSON: then you wanna play innocent. Y'all was live jumping my dude. I definitely wasn't bout to let that go down
The scene returns to Carlos and President.
CARLOS TORREZ: You was trying to get a cheap shot, fuck outta here.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: Nah you definitely saw me coming.
PRODUCER: you guys we need Levi and London to leave right now, we have to bring order back to this room. SECURITY please escort London and Levi out the room.
The security grab both London and Levi and escort them out of the banquet hall. Leaving the remainder of the group there. President sits back down and grabs Brandon’s arm forcing him into the chair also. The commotion causes Tristán to wake up from his quick dozing off and start laughing hysterically.
CARLOS TORREZ: I don’t think this is funny right now yo, your drunk, everyone on edge.
RICHIE RICH: I can’t believe all this shit is going down.
YOSEF MARLEY: You should have known this was going to happen.
RICHIE RICH: I really wanted everyone to get along.
DELONTE FENDÌ: I’m sorry all that happened man.
CARLOS TORREZ: So you got a problem with me President? You sat back down and you can’t take your eyes off me so what’s good?
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Oh My God shut the fuck up Carlos, why you trying to start shit again.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: Nah fuck that pussy ass nigga. He know I got a fuckin problem. You wanna go again. I'm with the shits.
President stands up again.
CARLOS TORREZ: Why you so angry for someone who doesn’t have an issue with me. You mad at me because your boss don’t like me, that’s what the problem is.
Carlos laughs and takes another sip of his wine before tossing it towards President, President moves to the side missing the liquid by a pinch.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: You a bitch made nigga. I can't believe I ever wasted my time wit ya dumb ass.
CARLOS TORREZ: So wait this is over us not being in a relationship, that was what 4 years ago. Let it go my nigga, I got hundred times better now.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: Don't flatter yourself. Since you came back in the circle you been tryna fuck up everybody life. You in everybody relationship. Worried about what everybody doing.. that's what this is about. It's about you being a bitch made ass simp.
CARLOS TORREZ: If all you can do is call me names and not have a simple conversation then don’t waste your breath. You haven’t been around for years so everything going on now within this group shouldn’t concern you. Our issue is over with, so let someone else being your punching bag.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Fuck it, I’m gone.
Brandon jumps up from his seat causing the security to stir, he motions for them to calm down as he walks toward the exit with security following behind him.
PRESIDENT LAWSON: my nigga you was just in my face last week. Tryna buddy shit up. Thats ya problem. You always been fraudulent. Everybody know it but you.
CARLOS TORREZ: Then we shouldn’t be sitting here talking then, I’m done with you. Maybe you should go attend to your so called “friend” and make sure he’s good.
PRODUCER: I think we should take a break guys, this is way too intense right now.
PRESIDENT LAWSON:At least we finally on the same page.
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PRESIDENT LAWSON: And you can stay gone my dude! Like forreal. Get the fuck out my life forever..
Thes scene fades back to the group. President is shown walking off set. The cameras the shift to Micah, who looks extremely uncomfortable. Dae Suk puts his hand on his lap.
DAE•SUK: You good? Talk to me?
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DAE•SUK: I can already tell Micah is ready to be out of here.. here's not here for any of this.
The scene returns to the group.
MICAH GRAY: I mean everyone fighting and shit, this shit dumb.
Delonte laughs.
MICAH GRAY: Something funny nigga?
DELONTE FENDÌ: Yeah what’s funny is y’all two niggas sitting over there with y’alls fake relationship.
DAE•SUK: What's funnier is a broke down bum trying to call out fraud. Weren't you just Tommii Drekko’s bottom bitch a few months ago. Where is he now? Hmm?
DELONTE FENDÌ: Ha, mind ya fucking business.
Dae Suk looks around
DAE•SUK: I don't see him anywhere. Bitch.
MICAH GRAY: You already know I don’t get involved in this type of shit, I’m here because Dae•Suk and Richie Rich asked me too.
DELONTE FENDÌ: Then don’t get involved bruh, this was bound to happen anyway. Dae•Suk still hurt from the break up, so he’s trying to throw people I hang out with or friends with under the bus. Unlike you I chilled for a bit, I don’t jump from man to man. Me and you wasn’t even broken up and you was fucking this lame nigga over there.
MICAH GRAY: Who you calling lame my nigga? This not for play play bruh, I’ll fight you and these security niggas.
DELONTE FENDÌ: Dae, check ya dude.
DAE•SUK: Bitch check yaself. He jump. I jump. So what are you saying my dear.?
DELONTE FENDÌ: It’s so sad what you do for this TV fame, DAE we both know you not about that life, you can leave all that Ra-Ra talk for ya nigga.
MICAH GRAY: Yo Dae, we can get out of here because If I pop off in this bitch then these people probably call the police.
DELONTE FENDÌ: Yes save your man from embarrassment and y’all run along, we could do without the trash.
DAE•SUK: you're a bum dude. Get out of my asshole.! You're still mad. Either get up or shut the fuck up!
DELONTE FENDÌ: Dae we all know you pussy yo, you fronting in front of ya nigga. You doing more talking then he is so that tells me both of y’all all talk!
Delonte takes a sip of his drink, he gets up from the table with a smirk on his face.
MICAH GRAY: Yea walk away nigga.
DELONTE FENDÌ: Man whatever!
Delonte rolls his eyes and makes his way towards the exit, the scene cuts back to the dinner table where Tristán can be seen drinking his glass of soft Tequila before struggling to place it back onto the table, so Richie helps him.
RICHIE RICH: Maybe I should help you back to your room, it seems like this dinner is over with.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Aww, why? I haven’t gotten another drink yet!
Richie Rich continues to help Tristàn out of the chair.
RICHIE RICH: I’ll be back guys.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Bye Bye, bitches!!
Richie Rich helps Tristàn to the outside hallway.
RICHIE RICH: Look if you want to stay in my room tonight, you can. I don’t know what’s going on with everyone tonight but I needed to get out of there for a second.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Okay. Dónde está C-Carlos?
RICHIE RICH: Sorry boo, my Spanish is not so great. So can we stick to English please?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Caarr-los! Carlos!
RICHIE RICH: Okay, what about Carlos? I’m confused.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: I….uh….where is your k-ey? I don’t..feel good.
RICHIE RICH: What about Carlos? What’s going on?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Ughhh…..
RICHIE RICH: I can’t help you if you won’t answer any of my questions.
Tristán rushes to cover his mouth with a shocked expression in his eyes. Richie looking shocked as well before panickingly inserting his card onto the door. As vomit oozes out of Tristán’s mouth onto the floor, Richie unlocks and opens the door. Tristán staggering to the toilet as Richie helps direct him, avoiding tracks of vomit along the carpet and bathroom floor.
RICHIE RICH: I probably should get a towel or something.
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: ¿Por qué….no me...quieres?
RICHIE RICH: Where the hell are all the towels at?
TRISTÀN DOMINGUEZ: Isn't it..your room?
RICHIE RICH: No Tristàn, we are in your room.
Richie Rich shakes his head and the scene fades backstage where security still has Brandon by the arm.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: You can let me go, I’m good.
Brandon yanks his arm away from one of the guards, he leans against the wall in the hallway outside the banquet hall.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: I just want to go to my room, I need to go pack.
Brandon starts to walk off down the hallway leaving the security guards behind him. He notices Jaser walking out of the banquet hall on his phone.
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BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: I couldn’t help myself, I told that nigga it was on site.
The scene cuts back to the hallway, Brandon is shown sprinting towards the door, knocking the phone out of Jaser’s hand he goes for a punch but Jaser backs up causing Brandon to miss. Jaser kicks Brandon in his stomach and tackles him down to the ground, the two go back and forth both exchanging blows to the face.
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: COME ON HOE!
Brandon is able to push Jaser off of him and the two stand face to face. The two exchange a couple more blows before security rushes up.
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JASER CRUZ: Why do niggas wait till you distracted to swing. I’ll never get the hype. You gonna fight square up. Don’t run up and sneak niggas. Pussy ass nigga moves. How you had that much leave way and miss your first strike? Like I said before make your first one count cause otherwise I’m in that ass.
The scene cuts back to the hallway where security is still trying to break up Jaser and Brandon. Jaser breaks free and charges at Brandon landing more punch’s right before security snatches him back up as Riley can be seen trying to break through security.
JASER CRUZ: You put them hands on me again you better hope that judge you fuckin’ can keep you outta jail! Crackhead ass nigga!
BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Boy I am drunk as shit right now and loving every moment of this, you screaming out all those words, square the fuck back up.
Brandon laughs as he spits at Jaser, Jaser breaks from security again running towards Brandon. The two square up once more exchanging blows both connecting with each other. More security rush the hallway forcing the two off of each other.
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BRANDON YOUNG•ANDREWS: Jaser swear he got smoke, but he’s just another lame ass bum looking for a come up.
The scene cuts back to the hallway, Brandon is escorted towards the exit while Jaser is pushed against the wall still yelling at Brandon. The scene cuts back to the dinner table where Yosef and Blake are shown sitting. Riley is shown running outside to the hallway to check up on Jaser.
RILEY: YO JASER, YOU AIITE?
The scene cuts back to Yosef and Blake.
YOSEF MARLEY: All this is fucking crazy, like glasses are being thrown, niggas fighting in the hallway and shit.
BLAKE SHAW: It's an absolute shit show! But what was to be expected?
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BLAKE SHAW: Chile! A mess messy boots okay. And everybody is walking around wide jawed, as if they didn't know this was going to be the outcome.. All of these people came here wanting to settle scores. I don't think anybody had the intentions on coming to this dinner to kiss and make up. What delusional world I that?
He chuckles shaking his head as the scene returns to the dinner.
YOSEF MARLEY: We can go though.
Yosef reaches for Blake’s hand but Blake brushes it away still mad at what happened earlier, the two get up from the table and make their way towards the exit brushing passed security, the scene fades and reopens with London walking into his hotel room with Anthony behind him, London slams the door not allowing the cameraman’s inside the room, all you hear is voices coming from the inside and through the mics still attached to their bodies.
LONDON CARTER • KING: I’m done with this shit Anthony, fuck this show, this is chaotic, like these dudes want to purposely cause fucking issues!
ANTHONY KING: I told you that you should have been done with this shit.
LONDON CARTER • KING: Take ya mic off, I’m about to pack.
Next all you can hear is the mic shuffling and be removed from their clothing, the scene fades and reopens back in LA, Yuri Brandz a business run by Elijah Yurì is shown, The scene fades inside where Elijah himself is shown going over some pieces of an upcoming fashion show he’s putting together for a new designer in LA. Elijah smiles as he looks through a portfolio of models and some of the fashions the designer put together and he places them down on the table.
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ELIJAH YURÌ: I have been very busy and my days are getting even busier, I was bummed that I had to miss out on the Hawaii trip but I gave Richie Rich my blessings and told him if I could find in my schedule to make it then I would, if not then a donation of money would have been suitable because we all know everyone needs a coin.
Elijah smirks at the camera.
ELIJAH YURÌ: While working I did get some updates on the trip and I heard things did get a little messy, but what do you expect with this group, they’re all stuck on old issues that they won’t let go so they’ll forever be in their feelings, sad story.
The scene cuts back to Elijah who is now joined by one of his closest friends Amanda Dodge, the two share a glass of wine and enjoying each other’s company with some conversation.
ELIJAH YURÌ: This show is really going to put me on the map here in LA, soon enough I’ll be handling all the shows and runway events and people will be coming to me for ideas and marketing plans.
AMANDA DODGE: You said you were going to be a fashion kingpin, well a business kingpin and look at you now.
ELIJAH YURÌ: If I made it then we both made it, I’ve been looking into some other business ventures they I may want to partner with you on. That is if you are interested.
AMANDA DODGE: Of course, give me all the details and I’ll jump right in. So anyway, are you sad you couldn’t make the trip?
ELIJAH YURÌ: I was going to check the flights to see if anything was available later after I leave here but at the same time I would only get to spend half the day there unless I decide to extend my own personal days and do whatever. But honestly I’m not sad because I heard it was a shit show.
AMANDA DODGE: Oh no! Not a shit show during charity for people in that horrible situation, that’s petty.
ELIJAH YURÌ: That’s kind of why I don’t mingle or even attend events with that group, I have my own personal relationship with each individual, I’ve known them all for quite some time during my party promoter days but it’s like enough is enough, we’re all getting up there in age and y’all want to still have fights and petty battles, leave that over there with them and I’ll stay on my side, the growth side.
AMANDA DODGE: Facts.
ELIJAH YURÌ: All of them could probably take a page out of my book and learn something.
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ELIJAH YURÌ: All of them are my friends, I’ve partied with everyone last one of them and even booked a few of them on shows and club appearances but I just wasn’t feeling the vibe anymore, maybe in public or in passing we can speak but as for the personal relationships, I didn’t need them or want them.
Elijah shrugs.
ELIJAH YURÌ: The people sitting with me were the people I trusted the most, that’s just what it is.
The scene cuts back to Elijah and Amanda.
ELIJAH YURÌ: But let that be their issues while we focus on this money.
AMANDA DODGE: Cheers to that.
The two click glasses and chuckle and the scene fades to black.