[The girls would be arriving back from a the club, Desiree would be in the phone room, calling her mother.]
Desiree: Mom.. i can't do this. Like, seriously. I'm about to go home.
Desiree's Mom: Why? Don-
[Jessica would burst into the phone room.]
Jessica: So what's the problem? What's the problem? You're mad about a fucking comment i made? Bitch, i ain't know it was your birthday!
[Desiree would be almost in tears from her anger, looking at the camera man.]
"Get her away from me, before i fucking slice her fucking throat."
Jessica's Interview: At this point, i'm confused to why Desiree is mad? Like.. bitch, i told you i didn't know it was your fucking birthday. All this ratchet shit and this beef shit is fucking annoying. I go and try to talk to her about it and she wants to get loud? Hell nah, bitch.
Jessica: Why are you getting mad? I don't have a fucking issue with you.
Desiree: But, i have an issue with you! It was brought to my attention that you and your little "Side kick/bitch/lapdog" decided to talk shit about me and say that i'm a whore and that i look like a man. BITCH, first of all.. why y'all so fucking scary? Y'all can't never say nothing to anyone's fucking face.
Desiree's Interview: What this 'lil bitch don't know is that, she got another thing coming.. i'm about to bash her into the ground.
[The girls would be looking at the altercation.]
Desiree: All i'm gonna say is, shut the fuck up and stop fucking talking about me. KEEP MY MOTHERFUCKING NAME, OUT OF YOUR MOUTH! DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING MAN NOW? *She'd end up losing her temper and punch Jessica in the face, sending the 2 on the ground. Desiree would have a closed fist on Jessica's hair.*
