Post by vincejones on Apr 8, 2015 22:44:51 GMT -6
The camera fades into a packed Yankees Stadium where the crowd on hand is absolutely buzzing in anticipation for Opening Day for the New York Yankees baseball season. Excitement totally fills the air as the camera zooms in on Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones who are accompanied right now by their respective girlfriends, Jasmine Shelley and Lela Rachon. The four of them are totally decked out in their New York Yankees gear as they slide their way over to their seats. Keshawn, Jasmine, and Lela take their respective seats as Vince Jones stands tall and takes a large whiff of the air and smiles.
Vince Jones: Ya smell that?
Jasmine turns and gives Vince Jones a sideways look.
Jasmine: Smell what?? I don't smell anything...
Vince Jones nods his head.
Vince Jones: Oh you smell that shit! You just don't recognize it, baby doll! That's that smell of a fuckin' ass whuppin' that's brewin' and shit right about now! Nahmean?? V talkin' 'bout that ass whuppin' that those Bronx Bombas 'bout to drop on those fuckin' Blue Jays today! Same ass whuppin' yo mans here gonna be slappin' the bitch he gonna be facin' at Mayhem around the ring with...ole Dickie Trammel.
Vince Jones pounds his chest and takes a swig of his beer.
Vince Jones: Cuz that's what we do, son! That's what we do! You best belieeeeve that shit!
Jasmine smirks at the thought and just shakes her head in disappointment with Vince's bravado at the moment.
Jasmine: Okay...whateva you say, baby. I mean I'm just here to enjoy the game, the nice weatha, and have a good time. That's all.
Vince slowly takes his respective seat and snarls back at Jasmine.
Vince Jones: Yo baby, why you gotta be like that right now, huh? Why you gotta be like that?
Jasmine looks at Vince in confusion.
Jasmine: I'm being like what??
Vince points a finger at Jasmine.
Vince Jones: You know...like that!
Jasmine turns and squares up with Vince as her anger slowly begins to heighten.
Jasmine: Oh really???
Lela turns towards Keshawn and nudges him to jump into action.
Keshawn Jones: (under his breath to Lela) And what the fuck you expect me to do? They been goin' at it back and forth like this for awhile.
Lela Rachon: Just do somethin'!
Keshawn shrugs and turns towards Vince and Jasmine who appear to be staring one another down at the moment. Keshawn chuckles to himself softly as he grabs a hold of Jasmine's arm and tugs her softly.
Keshawn Jones: Aight, killa. How about you just stand down for a second here. You should know damn well V gets pretty fired up when it comes to those Yanks and shit! The man a fanatic!
Vince glares at his brother, Keshawn.
Vince Jones: That's that love, son! That's that fuckin' love! Aight??
Keshawn quickly throws his hands up in surrender.
Keshawn Jones: Whoa, whooooooa! Easy there, man. I know how you feel about the Yanks. We don't have to take it there. We cool! We coooool! Save some of that shit for Dickie Trammel, man!
Lela leans forward towards them.
Lela Rachon: Look! Its not that often that all four of us get the chance to get togetha like this so how about we just chill the fuck out and get ready to enjoy the game today. Right?? Its opening day in Yankee Stadium.
Vince Jones slowly eases himself back in his chair and tries to regain his composure.
Vince Jones: Aight. We can do that...just as long as this one (points at Jasmine) right here don't be talkin' sideways about V's Yanks and shit then we cool.
Jasmine's eyes widen with rage and Keshawn immediately reaches over and tries to get her to calm down. She gives Keshawn the eye and Keshawn motions for her to just stay cool. She immediately folds her arms across her chest and sits back in her seat, totally fuming for the time being. An awkward silence begins to creep between the four of them and Lela turns towards Keshawn, Vince, and Jasmine in an effort to break it.
Lela Rachon: So....you were mentioning that match against Dickie Trammel, right?
Vince Jones: (nodding his head) Mmmm hmmm...
Lela Rachon: You all got everything taken care of? I mean you all are supposed to be leaving for the trip in just a few short days.
Vince shrugs his shoulders.
Vince Jones: Its whateva. Reno got everything taken care of and all out there. It is what it is. That's why V keeps the mahfucka around and shit. Cat got shit on lock and all...
All of a sudden Vince Jones goes silent and looks down at the field in anger. Lela looks over at Vince in confusion.
Lela Rachon: What's up? What's going on?
Keshawn Jones turns and catches sight of the same sight that Vince sees, Jose Reyes.
Keshawn Jones: Ohhh shit! Its about to go down now...
All of a sudden the crowd assembled in Yankees Stadium all begin booing in unison.
Vince Jones: Jose fuckin' Reyes...that New York Mets piece of shit!
Jasmine: But he's a Blue Jay now, V! I don't get it!
Vince raises his back hand to Jasmine.
Vince Jones: Just shut it up, Jasmine! You wouldn't fuckin' understand! Aight??
Jasmine: V, come on now!
Vince Jones: JASMINE!!! Just shut it up unless you want yo mans here to warm up his backhand across yo fuckin' face right here and right now in front of all these people out here! Jonesy only gonna have to use so much of that can against Dickie Trammel in a few days so there's plenty left for you! Aight??
Jasmine appears to be about ready to blow up in Vince's face; but, Keshawn once again tries to get her to calm down.
Jasmine immediately turns towards Keshawn and rants to him under her breath.
Jasmine: (under her breath to Keshawn) Oh you don't even know, Keshawn! You don't even fuckin' know right now!
Keshawn Jones: Jasmine, it goes like this...once a Met, always a Met. Now let the man have his time before we get our asses whupped today. Cuz its gonna be a long ass season for our boys this year.
Vince Jones: (nods his head in agreement) Exactly! Once a Met, always a fuckin' Met! C'mon now! We got the forma ball coach, Joe Torre, up in the house today to throw out the first fuckin' pitch and the man gotta be fuckin' disrespected with this mahfucka, Jose Reyes, bein' up in the same damn yard and shit? That's not even right, man! That's just like how its gonna be for yo mans here when he shows up at Monday Night Mayhem next week. With all the shit that Jonesy's done in the UWA so far ya boy gonna be disrespected by havin' some bitch ass like Dickie Trammel standin' across the fuckin' ring from him...
Vince pauses and fixes his sudden glare on his brother Keshawn.
Vince Jones: Whoa, whoa, whooooooa! Hold the phone here! What you say about our fuckin' team, KJ??
Keshawn rolls his eyes at his brother's demeanor at the moment and just shakes his head.
Keshawn Jones: Aight, bruh. I understand that you wanna be supportive and all; but, you takin this shit just a lil too far now. I mean I love you and all; but, you and I know damn well that our boys prolly not gonna be World Series bound this year.
Vince Jones: Don't you say that shit, KJ!!!
Keshawn Jones: We'd be lucky if we see our boys make it to the post-season this year. What? We had eighty-four wins last year?? We got old ass, A-Rod, without the fuckin' roids or whateva the fuck he was on! And the man wasn't barely doin' shit even when he was on all that! What's he supposed to do now? Oh, and there's Carlos Beltran...five or six years too damn late! Then we got Texieria! And when was the last time his ass was healthy enough to be worth a fuckin' damn! Mahfucka just collectin' that damn check and shit!
Vince Jones: Yo!
Keshawn Jones: Cashman need to start puttin' they asses on the choppin' block, bruh! I mean all our hopes went out the fuckin' window the second that Jeet-ah retired, man!
Vince Jones: Yo! Shut the fuck up the game's about to start!
Keshawn Jones: I'm just sayin' don't be surprised if you seein' our Yanks gettin' their asses handed to them today.
Vince shakes his head in defiance at Keshawn's comment.
Vince Jones: Fuck that shit! Its goin' down just like Jonesy gonna whup Dickie Trammel's ass at Monday Night Mayhem, son! Yeah! Its like that! Just wait and see!
The camera slowly fades to black.
HOURS LATER...
The camera slowly fades back in as Vince, Keshawn, Lela, and Jasmine are looking at the scoreboard which now reads 6-1 with the Blue Jays winning the game. Vince Jones has look of absolute rage plastered across his face.
Lela Rachon: (sheepishly) Well...I mean the weatha was nice. Right? They tried their best today.
Vince continues fuming over the loss as Jasmine just smirks.
Jasmine: Shit happens. Right??
Vince slowly turns in the direction of Jasmine and glares.
Vince Jones: Fuck that shit! Its still goin' down at Mayhem!
The camera slowly fades to black.
Vince Jones: Ya smell that?
Jasmine turns and gives Vince Jones a sideways look.
Jasmine: Smell what?? I don't smell anything...
Vince Jones nods his head.
Vince Jones: Oh you smell that shit! You just don't recognize it, baby doll! That's that smell of a fuckin' ass whuppin' that's brewin' and shit right about now! Nahmean?? V talkin' 'bout that ass whuppin' that those Bronx Bombas 'bout to drop on those fuckin' Blue Jays today! Same ass whuppin' yo mans here gonna be slappin' the bitch he gonna be facin' at Mayhem around the ring with...ole Dickie Trammel.
Vince Jones pounds his chest and takes a swig of his beer.
Vince Jones: Cuz that's what we do, son! That's what we do! You best belieeeeve that shit!
Jasmine smirks at the thought and just shakes her head in disappointment with Vince's bravado at the moment.
Jasmine: Okay...whateva you say, baby. I mean I'm just here to enjoy the game, the nice weatha, and have a good time. That's all.
Vince slowly takes his respective seat and snarls back at Jasmine.
Vince Jones: Yo baby, why you gotta be like that right now, huh? Why you gotta be like that?
Jasmine looks at Vince in confusion.
Jasmine: I'm being like what??
Vince points a finger at Jasmine.
Vince Jones: You know...like that!
Jasmine turns and squares up with Vince as her anger slowly begins to heighten.
Jasmine: Oh really???
Lela turns towards Keshawn and nudges him to jump into action.
Keshawn Jones: (under his breath to Lela) And what the fuck you expect me to do? They been goin' at it back and forth like this for awhile.
Lela Rachon: Just do somethin'!
Keshawn shrugs and turns towards Vince and Jasmine who appear to be staring one another down at the moment. Keshawn chuckles to himself softly as he grabs a hold of Jasmine's arm and tugs her softly.
Keshawn Jones: Aight, killa. How about you just stand down for a second here. You should know damn well V gets pretty fired up when it comes to those Yanks and shit! The man a fanatic!
Vince glares at his brother, Keshawn.
Vince Jones: That's that love, son! That's that fuckin' love! Aight??
Keshawn quickly throws his hands up in surrender.
Keshawn Jones: Whoa, whooooooa! Easy there, man. I know how you feel about the Yanks. We don't have to take it there. We cool! We coooool! Save some of that shit for Dickie Trammel, man!
Lela leans forward towards them.
Lela Rachon: Look! Its not that often that all four of us get the chance to get togetha like this so how about we just chill the fuck out and get ready to enjoy the game today. Right?? Its opening day in Yankee Stadium.
Vince Jones slowly eases himself back in his chair and tries to regain his composure.
Vince Jones: Aight. We can do that...just as long as this one (points at Jasmine) right here don't be talkin' sideways about V's Yanks and shit then we cool.
Jasmine's eyes widen with rage and Keshawn immediately reaches over and tries to get her to calm down. She gives Keshawn the eye and Keshawn motions for her to just stay cool. She immediately folds her arms across her chest and sits back in her seat, totally fuming for the time being. An awkward silence begins to creep between the four of them and Lela turns towards Keshawn, Vince, and Jasmine in an effort to break it.
Lela Rachon: So....you were mentioning that match against Dickie Trammel, right?
Vince Jones: (nodding his head) Mmmm hmmm...
Lela Rachon: You all got everything taken care of? I mean you all are supposed to be leaving for the trip in just a few short days.
Vince shrugs his shoulders.
Vince Jones: Its whateva. Reno got everything taken care of and all out there. It is what it is. That's why V keeps the mahfucka around and shit. Cat got shit on lock and all...
All of a sudden Vince Jones goes silent and looks down at the field in anger. Lela looks over at Vince in confusion.
Lela Rachon: What's up? What's going on?
Keshawn Jones turns and catches sight of the same sight that Vince sees, Jose Reyes.
Keshawn Jones: Ohhh shit! Its about to go down now...
All of a sudden the crowd assembled in Yankees Stadium all begin booing in unison.
Vince Jones: Jose fuckin' Reyes...that New York Mets piece of shit!
Jasmine: But he's a Blue Jay now, V! I don't get it!
Vince raises his back hand to Jasmine.
Vince Jones: Just shut it up, Jasmine! You wouldn't fuckin' understand! Aight??
Jasmine: V, come on now!
Vince Jones: JASMINE!!! Just shut it up unless you want yo mans here to warm up his backhand across yo fuckin' face right here and right now in front of all these people out here! Jonesy only gonna have to use so much of that can against Dickie Trammel in a few days so there's plenty left for you! Aight??
Jasmine appears to be about ready to blow up in Vince's face; but, Keshawn once again tries to get her to calm down.
Jasmine immediately turns towards Keshawn and rants to him under her breath.
Jasmine: (under her breath to Keshawn) Oh you don't even know, Keshawn! You don't even fuckin' know right now!
Keshawn Jones: Jasmine, it goes like this...once a Met, always a Met. Now let the man have his time before we get our asses whupped today. Cuz its gonna be a long ass season for our boys this year.
Vince Jones: (nods his head in agreement) Exactly! Once a Met, always a fuckin' Met! C'mon now! We got the forma ball coach, Joe Torre, up in the house today to throw out the first fuckin' pitch and the man gotta be fuckin' disrespected with this mahfucka, Jose Reyes, bein' up in the same damn yard and shit? That's not even right, man! That's just like how its gonna be for yo mans here when he shows up at Monday Night Mayhem next week. With all the shit that Jonesy's done in the UWA so far ya boy gonna be disrespected by havin' some bitch ass like Dickie Trammel standin' across the fuckin' ring from him...
Vince pauses and fixes his sudden glare on his brother Keshawn.
Vince Jones: Whoa, whoa, whooooooa! Hold the phone here! What you say about our fuckin' team, KJ??
Keshawn rolls his eyes at his brother's demeanor at the moment and just shakes his head.
Keshawn Jones: Aight, bruh. I understand that you wanna be supportive and all; but, you takin this shit just a lil too far now. I mean I love you and all; but, you and I know damn well that our boys prolly not gonna be World Series bound this year.
Vince Jones: Don't you say that shit, KJ!!!
Keshawn Jones: We'd be lucky if we see our boys make it to the post-season this year. What? We had eighty-four wins last year?? We got old ass, A-Rod, without the fuckin' roids or whateva the fuck he was on! And the man wasn't barely doin' shit even when he was on all that! What's he supposed to do now? Oh, and there's Carlos Beltran...five or six years too damn late! Then we got Texieria! And when was the last time his ass was healthy enough to be worth a fuckin' damn! Mahfucka just collectin' that damn check and shit!
Vince Jones: Yo!
Keshawn Jones: Cashman need to start puttin' they asses on the choppin' block, bruh! I mean all our hopes went out the fuckin' window the second that Jeet-ah retired, man!
Vince Jones: Yo! Shut the fuck up the game's about to start!
Keshawn Jones: I'm just sayin' don't be surprised if you seein' our Yanks gettin' their asses handed to them today.
Vince shakes his head in defiance at Keshawn's comment.
Vince Jones: Fuck that shit! Its goin' down just like Jonesy gonna whup Dickie Trammel's ass at Monday Night Mayhem, son! Yeah! Its like that! Just wait and see!
The camera slowly fades to black.
HOURS LATER...
The camera slowly fades back in as Vince, Keshawn, Lela, and Jasmine are looking at the scoreboard which now reads 6-1 with the Blue Jays winning the game. Vince Jones has look of absolute rage plastered across his face.
Lela Rachon: (sheepishly) Well...I mean the weatha was nice. Right? They tried their best today.
Vince continues fuming over the loss as Jasmine just smirks.
Jasmine: Shit happens. Right??
Vince slowly turns in the direction of Jasmine and glares.
Vince Jones: Fuck that shit! Its still goin' down at Mayhem!
The camera slowly fades to black.