Post by vincejones on May 1, 2015 21:44:44 GMT -6
The screen is black and all of a sudden the familiar voice of an older black man is heard parting the silence.
"So V...you mind telling us why we're here today?"
The low, gruff voice of Vince Jones is heard speaking in reply to the question.
"Nah...not really, Reno..."
"I see...Well, I hope you do realize that I'm posting quite a bit of money out of my own pocket right now to bail you and your boneheaded brother, Keshawn, out of here today. So...I suggest you start singing, Mr. Jones..."
"Man fuck that shit! V and KJ got nothing for you if that's the case! We not scared of sittin' behind bars! We've done it before and we'll do it again! Get it!? Got it!? Good!"
"Oh really?? Well, let me fill your ass in on a little somethin', somethin' that I know right about now, Vinnie J. These guys here don't plan on letting the two of you out for a few days and I really find it hard to believe that you and Keshawn are gonna be able to find your way across the country to Rio Rancho, New Mexico on such short notice so that you can make it out to your match against Ashley Kenyon at Monday Night Mayhem. Now am I the only one here that sees that as just a slight bit of a problem here?"
Vince Jones suddenly goes silent for a moment as Reno responds.
"Yeah. That's what I thought. So...you and or your brother start talking or Jasmine and I leave the two of you here and you end up dropping yet another match to Ashley Kenyon...this time by default. Now I know how absolutely thrilled you'd be to end up losing to Ash..."
"Aight! Aight! You wanna know what happened?"
"Hmph! Now we're making a little bit of progress here."
"It all started out like this...V and KJ got a lil drunk and fuckin' high, man. Then we decided that we wanted to go on a road trip to BMore to get in on that action and shit that's been goin' down..."
"Now why is it that everytime you and your brother end up pulling one of these stunts they always start off with you and him getting drunk, high, or all the above??"
"It just happens, man. It just happens..."
"Notice any strong correlations here?"
"Anyways..."
The camera fades in and we catch sight of Keshawn Jones driving as far as they can possibly go through the chaotic scene that is Baltimore, Maryland at the moment in the early morning hours still full of angry protesters, cops, and the occassional citizen looting. Vince and Keshawn reach a parking garage and pull in. They ride their way up to the second floor and step out of the vehicle. Vince Jones looks around with a rather glazed over look on his face from smoking all the way up the road with his brother. He begins nodding his head with a large grin across his face in anticipation for the action that he awaits.
Vince Jones: Yeah, son! We up in BMore now, baby! You ready to wreck some shit, KJ??
Vince stops and waits for a response. He turns and catches sight of his brother with his iPhone out about to take a selfie.
Vince Jones: KJ?? What the fuck you doin', son??
Keshawn Jones turns towards Vince and snaps back.
Keshawn Jones: What the fuck you think I'm doin'? Its selfie time, mahfucka!
Vince immediately snatches the iPhone out of his brother's hand and looks at him in disbelief.
Vince Jones: You serious?? A fuckin' selfie right now?? Yeah! That's a great idea, son! Let's take some fuckin' selfies and post that shit so Lela and Jasmine know where the fuck we ran off to. Great idea!
Keshawn Jones: Well, I...
The two of them stop their argument short as the two of them spot a group of gang members walking their way. Vince Jones looks over at his brother, Keshawn, and readies himself.
Vince Jones: Yo! Shit might be about to pop off a lil quicka than expected! You betta grab that bat, man!
Keshawn Jones: I'm on it, son!
Vince and Keshawn immediately retrieve their baseball bats from the car as the group of gang members continues to come closer and closer. As they approach it is now apparent that this group happens to be a united group of Bloods and Crips. All of a sudden Vince Jones points the baseball bat in their direction.
Vince Jones: Hey yo! We ain't lookin' for no trouble out you fools; but, if shit gone pop off...then let it be! We ready!
Keshawn Jones nods in agreement.
The apparent leader of the crip faction motions for the gang members to stop in their tracks. He turns towards Vince Jones and Keshawn.
Crips Gang Leader: Hey! Its not what you thinkin', bruh! We got the flags on and shit; but, we not here to fight. Our fight ain't with you. Our fight is out there, son!
The Crip member points out towards the city streets of Baltimore as Vince and Keshawn Jones look at them in confusion. The apparent leader of the Bloods steps forward alongside the Crips leader.
Bloods Gang Leader: Hey! We spotted you two and we were hoping that you all would be down for the cause and shit that we reppin' out here. Cuz we always lookin' for more soldiers out here on these streets.
Vince Jones: (in confusion) Down for the cause?? Down for what fuckin' cause??
Bloods Gang Leader: Freddie Gray, some cruel ass shit went down at the hands of some cops and we out here lookin' for justice for our fallen brotha, man. That's what we all about right now.
Keshawn Jones looks at them anxious for some action.
Keshawn Jones: So, we gonna fuck some mahfuckas up and shit? Is that what you sayin'??
The Bloods and Crips leaders look at one another and shake their heads in disappointment as they turn their attention back towards Vince and Keshawn.
Crips Gang Leader: Nah, son! Its not like that! That's what we tryin' to tell you two! We talkin' 'bout some serious business here! You two from out of town I'm guessin'? Well, the media got shit all twisted around here. I mean they seen my crew and his crew comin' together, shakin' hands, and they start goin on t.v and sayin' that we obviously comin' togetha to go cop killin or somethin'!
Vince Jones: Fuck the police!
Bloods Gang Leader rolls his eyes at Vince Jones but tries to remain composed as well as the rest of his crew.
Bloods Gang Leader: Look...are you down or not?
Vince Jones: Jonesy neva been down with the Bloods or the Crips. The two of us are EDW alumni, son! That's the clique we claimin' and reppin' to the grave.
Vince and Keshawn both simultaneously flash the hand sign of the EDW at the gang members.
The gang leader of the Crips faction slowly nods his head.
Crips Gang Leader: That's fine. That's okay. Cuz, right now we dealin' with somethin' bigga than red and blue and all that crew shit! We doin' all this in honor of anotha man's life that was prematurely taken away from and the shady ass shit that these crooked cops out here were doing to cova that shit up! Right now we not Bloods or Crips or even...EDW. We consider ourselves, Men United. So, what's up?
Vince Jones and Keshawn look at one another and then look at the gang members.
Keshawn Jones: And you sayin' we not bustin' skulls and shit out there?
All of the gang members shake their head 'no' in unison.
Vince Jones: Well fuck all this baby ass shit! We didn't drive all the way out here to fight the good fuckin' fight! We came down here from New Yawk thinkin' we were gonna get a piece of all that action and shit they were showin' on t.v! We talkin' about all that rioting, looting, and getting some free shit to take back home!
Keshawn Jones: Maybe some new tvs or somethin'. Nahmean??
The gang members all look at Vince and Keshawn in disappointment.
Bloods Gang Leader: And to think that we thought we could count on a mahfucka like big, Mr. Vince Jones the wrestla and shit! Mista big time up in the game! Guess we were wrong...
Vince Jones and Keshawn just shove their way past the group and snarl at the thought of their words.
Vince Jones: Yeah...whateva, son! We out this mahfucka! We lookin' for some of that real shit to get into!
Keshawn Jones: Damn straight!
As Vince and Keshawn walk away one of the gang members can be heard yelling at them as they leave.
Crips Gang Member: That's why yo bitch ass got beat the fuck down by that Ashley Kenyon, bitch! Yeah...I watch that UWA shit online, bruh! And she beat you punk ass good!
Vince Jones and Keshawn both whirl around and continue back tracking their way out of the parking garage as they yell back at the group of gang members.
Vince Jones: You cats gonna be about it then be about it, mahfuckas! Comin' out here talkin' about you bitches "Men United" when you punk asses supposed to be some fuckin' Bloods and Crips! You all wanna talk that shit about Jonesy?? Well, the only thing seperatin' you bitches from bein' like Ashley and the rest of those K.I.S.S bitches is the fact that they were wearin' some fuckin' bras and panties! Now we out!
The camera suddenly switches to the jail cell where Reno Banks and Jasmine can be seen standing side-by-side looking at Keshawn and Vince who are seated in the holding cell.
Reno Banks: So, you mean to tell me you two met up with some Bloods and Crips?
Vince Jones: If that's what you really wanna call they bitch asses! Shoulda got that warm-up on for the match on each and every last one of they punk asses that morning.
Keshawn Jones interjects.
Keshawn Jones: Yeah...but there's more....
The scene switches back to the early morning streets of Baltimore where Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones can now be seen walking the streets with a large group of protesters armed with megaphones and signs.
The Group: (in unison) NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!!! NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!!! WHY'D YOU TAKE FREDDIE GRAY's YOUNG LIFE AWAY??? NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!!! NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!!!
All of a sudden Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones stop in their tracks.
Vince Jones: HEY!!!
The group of protesters all stop in their tracks and the leader of the group who is decked out in a very nice looking white suit turns towards Vince Jones as well as all of the people assembled in the group.
Group Leader: What is it, my brotha??
Vince Jones: We been marchin' along all this damn time talkin' about this "No Justice, No Peace" shit! We been poppin' off at the mouths about this Freddie Gray losin' his life shit the whole time we been marchin'...
Group Leader: And...your point is??
Keshawn Jones: When we gonna get the smashin, son?? We been marchin' around with you people all this way cuz you all seemed like you all were pissed and shit!
Group Leader: That we are...
The Group: (in unison) YEAH!!!
Vince Jones: So....when's shit gonna pop off around here? Cuz if we not gonna get to bust some heads wide open or break some shit or steal somethin' then we feel like we wastin' our fuckin' time here! Jonesy got some real shit he need to be takin' care of in a few days in Rio Rancho gainst some lil party rockin' broad in the ring! Last thing he wants is to be wastin' his time and fuckin' energy with this stupid march!
Keshawn nods his head in agreement with Vince Jones as he takes a puff of his lit blunt.
Keshawn Jones: Yeah! We lookin' for shit to get real....real fast. Nahmean??
The Group Leader nods his head.
Group Leader: I see. Well brothas, I hate to burst your bubbles but we don't operate like that here. See, that's what they want from us. They want us to go out there in the streets and tear stuff up. They want that from us. They're expecting us to react that way; but, we're not giving in. This is a non-violent protest.
The Group: (in unison) YEAH!!
Group Leader: So, if you're looking for all that otha stuff I suggest that you and your brother carry your happy asses on down the block because you're...wasting our time right now. Ya dig?
Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones both nod their heads slowly.
Vince Jones: So, its like that? Its like that? Well, fuck you all too! We out!
Vince turns and marches off down the block. Keshawn turns and begins to follow along behind him.
Keshawn Jones: Yeah! I'm fuckin' high as shit right now and they gonna have a mahfucka marchin' around all ova the damn place and shit without gettin' us hooked up on that action trip! That not right!
The crowd watches Vince and Keshawn as the two of them go marching off down the block. Vince Jones reaches back and flips the crowd off.
Vince Jones: You best beliiiiiieeve that, bitches!!
The scene switches back to the jail where Jasmine hears the story and just shakes her head in disbelief.
Jasmine: I'm hearing all this and I'm thinking to myself...."What the fuck got into the both of you anyways?" Cuz that's some ignant ass shit if you ask me! That's all I'm sayin'!
Vince Jones looks up at Jasmine and rolls his eyes at her.
Vince Jones: And if you've been listenin' to the fuckin' story all this time you'd know by now that the two of us were fuckin' high! Aight??Shit kinda happens when you floatin' a lil! Anyways....
The scene now switches back to the streets of Baltimore where Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones can now be seen assembled with a large group of rowdy Baltimore teens, twenty-somethings, and a bunch of other ignorant people going crazy while looting, smashing in cars, burning trash cans, and doing just anything imaginable. Vince Jones and Keshawn can be seen tag teaming on a Cadillac CTS, bashing in its windows with smiles across their faces as the chaos ensues.
Vince Jones: Now we finally get to get down to that real shit, son! Makes a mahfucka feel good, real good! Got a mahfucka amped and shit for this fuckin' match against that Kenyon bitch now! Hmph! Its crazy how when you get a chance to smash some shit up you start feelin' like a new man!
Vince lights up a blunt and begins smoking. All of a sudden Keshawn and Vince Jones start raising their middle fingers in the air as they start singing in unison.
Keshawn and Vince Jones: (singing in unison) Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck! Fuck the police!!
While the two of them sing with joy all of the other people around them suddenly stop in their tracks and start take off running. Vince and Keshawn continue on with their singing. All of a sudden a large group of cops and members of the National Guard begin to ascend on the two of them who are totally oblivious to what's going on.
Cops: STOP WHERE YOU ARE!!!
All of a sudden Vince and Keshawn hear the cops and they suddenly realize what's going on. The two of them stumble over one another as the cops and the rest of the crew all chases them down and apprehend them. The scene quickly switches back to the jail cell where an officer can be seen unlocking the cell for Vince and Keshawn to be released.
Officer: (to Reno Banks) They're free to go, Mr. Banks.
Reno Banks: Thanks. You and your department will be taken care of by me for letting these two idiots go. That's a guarantee.
Jasmine: (to the officer) Officer, there's just one thing I have to do before you officially let them go.
Officer: Very well...
Jasmine marches into the jail cell right up to Vince and Keshawn. She begins slapping the shit out of Vince and Keshawn.
Jasmine: You two betta not pull this dumb ass shit again! Aight??
She turns and looks at Vince with a stern look.
Jasmine: And I swear you betta beat that bitch's ass on Monday, V!!!
Vince nods.
Vince Jones: Yeah. Its..
Jasmine immediately slaps him again and storms off.
Jasmine: Don't even talk to me right now about that shit!
The camera slowly fades to black as Reno shrugs his shoulders.
"So V...you mind telling us why we're here today?"
The low, gruff voice of Vince Jones is heard speaking in reply to the question.
"Nah...not really, Reno..."
"I see...Well, I hope you do realize that I'm posting quite a bit of money out of my own pocket right now to bail you and your boneheaded brother, Keshawn, out of here today. So...I suggest you start singing, Mr. Jones..."
"Man fuck that shit! V and KJ got nothing for you if that's the case! We not scared of sittin' behind bars! We've done it before and we'll do it again! Get it!? Got it!? Good!"
"Oh really?? Well, let me fill your ass in on a little somethin', somethin' that I know right about now, Vinnie J. These guys here don't plan on letting the two of you out for a few days and I really find it hard to believe that you and Keshawn are gonna be able to find your way across the country to Rio Rancho, New Mexico on such short notice so that you can make it out to your match against Ashley Kenyon at Monday Night Mayhem. Now am I the only one here that sees that as just a slight bit of a problem here?"
Vince Jones suddenly goes silent for a moment as Reno responds.
"Yeah. That's what I thought. So...you and or your brother start talking or Jasmine and I leave the two of you here and you end up dropping yet another match to Ashley Kenyon...this time by default. Now I know how absolutely thrilled you'd be to end up losing to Ash..."
"Aight! Aight! You wanna know what happened?"
"Hmph! Now we're making a little bit of progress here."
"It all started out like this...V and KJ got a lil drunk and fuckin' high, man. Then we decided that we wanted to go on a road trip to BMore to get in on that action and shit that's been goin' down..."
"Now why is it that everytime you and your brother end up pulling one of these stunts they always start off with you and him getting drunk, high, or all the above??"
"It just happens, man. It just happens..."
"Notice any strong correlations here?"
"Anyways..."
The camera fades in and we catch sight of Keshawn Jones driving as far as they can possibly go through the chaotic scene that is Baltimore, Maryland at the moment in the early morning hours still full of angry protesters, cops, and the occassional citizen looting. Vince and Keshawn reach a parking garage and pull in. They ride their way up to the second floor and step out of the vehicle. Vince Jones looks around with a rather glazed over look on his face from smoking all the way up the road with his brother. He begins nodding his head with a large grin across his face in anticipation for the action that he awaits.
Vince Jones: Yeah, son! We up in BMore now, baby! You ready to wreck some shit, KJ??
Vince stops and waits for a response. He turns and catches sight of his brother with his iPhone out about to take a selfie.
Vince Jones: KJ?? What the fuck you doin', son??
Keshawn Jones turns towards Vince and snaps back.
Keshawn Jones: What the fuck you think I'm doin'? Its selfie time, mahfucka!
Vince immediately snatches the iPhone out of his brother's hand and looks at him in disbelief.
Vince Jones: You serious?? A fuckin' selfie right now?? Yeah! That's a great idea, son! Let's take some fuckin' selfies and post that shit so Lela and Jasmine know where the fuck we ran off to. Great idea!
Keshawn Jones: Well, I...
The two of them stop their argument short as the two of them spot a group of gang members walking their way. Vince Jones looks over at his brother, Keshawn, and readies himself.
Vince Jones: Yo! Shit might be about to pop off a lil quicka than expected! You betta grab that bat, man!
Keshawn Jones: I'm on it, son!
Vince and Keshawn immediately retrieve their baseball bats from the car as the group of gang members continues to come closer and closer. As they approach it is now apparent that this group happens to be a united group of Bloods and Crips. All of a sudden Vince Jones points the baseball bat in their direction.
Vince Jones: Hey yo! We ain't lookin' for no trouble out you fools; but, if shit gone pop off...then let it be! We ready!
Keshawn Jones nods in agreement.
The apparent leader of the crip faction motions for the gang members to stop in their tracks. He turns towards Vince Jones and Keshawn.
Crips Gang Leader: Hey! Its not what you thinkin', bruh! We got the flags on and shit; but, we not here to fight. Our fight ain't with you. Our fight is out there, son!
The Crip member points out towards the city streets of Baltimore as Vince and Keshawn Jones look at them in confusion. The apparent leader of the Bloods steps forward alongside the Crips leader.
Bloods Gang Leader: Hey! We spotted you two and we were hoping that you all would be down for the cause and shit that we reppin' out here. Cuz we always lookin' for more soldiers out here on these streets.
Vince Jones: (in confusion) Down for the cause?? Down for what fuckin' cause??
Bloods Gang Leader: Freddie Gray, some cruel ass shit went down at the hands of some cops and we out here lookin' for justice for our fallen brotha, man. That's what we all about right now.
Keshawn Jones looks at them anxious for some action.
Keshawn Jones: So, we gonna fuck some mahfuckas up and shit? Is that what you sayin'??
The Bloods and Crips leaders look at one another and shake their heads in disappointment as they turn their attention back towards Vince and Keshawn.
Crips Gang Leader: Nah, son! Its not like that! That's what we tryin' to tell you two! We talkin' 'bout some serious business here! You two from out of town I'm guessin'? Well, the media got shit all twisted around here. I mean they seen my crew and his crew comin' together, shakin' hands, and they start goin on t.v and sayin' that we obviously comin' togetha to go cop killin or somethin'!
Vince Jones: Fuck the police!
Bloods Gang Leader rolls his eyes at Vince Jones but tries to remain composed as well as the rest of his crew.
Bloods Gang Leader: Look...are you down or not?
Vince Jones: Jonesy neva been down with the Bloods or the Crips. The two of us are EDW alumni, son! That's the clique we claimin' and reppin' to the grave.
Vince and Keshawn both simultaneously flash the hand sign of the EDW at the gang members.
The gang leader of the Crips faction slowly nods his head.
Crips Gang Leader: That's fine. That's okay. Cuz, right now we dealin' with somethin' bigga than red and blue and all that crew shit! We doin' all this in honor of anotha man's life that was prematurely taken away from and the shady ass shit that these crooked cops out here were doing to cova that shit up! Right now we not Bloods or Crips or even...EDW. We consider ourselves, Men United. So, what's up?
Vince Jones and Keshawn look at one another and then look at the gang members.
Keshawn Jones: And you sayin' we not bustin' skulls and shit out there?
All of the gang members shake their head 'no' in unison.
Vince Jones: Well fuck all this baby ass shit! We didn't drive all the way out here to fight the good fuckin' fight! We came down here from New Yawk thinkin' we were gonna get a piece of all that action and shit they were showin' on t.v! We talkin' about all that rioting, looting, and getting some free shit to take back home!
Keshawn Jones: Maybe some new tvs or somethin'. Nahmean??
The gang members all look at Vince and Keshawn in disappointment.
Bloods Gang Leader: And to think that we thought we could count on a mahfucka like big, Mr. Vince Jones the wrestla and shit! Mista big time up in the game! Guess we were wrong...
Vince Jones and Keshawn just shove their way past the group and snarl at the thought of their words.
Vince Jones: Yeah...whateva, son! We out this mahfucka! We lookin' for some of that real shit to get into!
Keshawn Jones: Damn straight!
As Vince and Keshawn walk away one of the gang members can be heard yelling at them as they leave.
Crips Gang Member: That's why yo bitch ass got beat the fuck down by that Ashley Kenyon, bitch! Yeah...I watch that UWA shit online, bruh! And she beat you punk ass good!
Vince Jones and Keshawn both whirl around and continue back tracking their way out of the parking garage as they yell back at the group of gang members.
Vince Jones: You cats gonna be about it then be about it, mahfuckas! Comin' out here talkin' about you bitches "Men United" when you punk asses supposed to be some fuckin' Bloods and Crips! You all wanna talk that shit about Jonesy?? Well, the only thing seperatin' you bitches from bein' like Ashley and the rest of those K.I.S.S bitches is the fact that they were wearin' some fuckin' bras and panties! Now we out!
The camera suddenly switches to the jail cell where Reno Banks and Jasmine can be seen standing side-by-side looking at Keshawn and Vince who are seated in the holding cell.
Reno Banks: So, you mean to tell me you two met up with some Bloods and Crips?
Vince Jones: If that's what you really wanna call they bitch asses! Shoulda got that warm-up on for the match on each and every last one of they punk asses that morning.
Keshawn Jones interjects.
Keshawn Jones: Yeah...but there's more....
The scene switches back to the early morning streets of Baltimore where Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones can now be seen walking the streets with a large group of protesters armed with megaphones and signs.
The Group: (in unison) NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!!! NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!!! WHY'D YOU TAKE FREDDIE GRAY's YOUNG LIFE AWAY??? NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!!! NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!!!
All of a sudden Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones stop in their tracks.
Vince Jones: HEY!!!
The group of protesters all stop in their tracks and the leader of the group who is decked out in a very nice looking white suit turns towards Vince Jones as well as all of the people assembled in the group.
Group Leader: What is it, my brotha??
Vince Jones: We been marchin' along all this damn time talkin' about this "No Justice, No Peace" shit! We been poppin' off at the mouths about this Freddie Gray losin' his life shit the whole time we been marchin'...
Group Leader: And...your point is??
Keshawn Jones: When we gonna get the smashin, son?? We been marchin' around with you people all this way cuz you all seemed like you all were pissed and shit!
Group Leader: That we are...
The Group: (in unison) YEAH!!!
Vince Jones: So....when's shit gonna pop off around here? Cuz if we not gonna get to bust some heads wide open or break some shit or steal somethin' then we feel like we wastin' our fuckin' time here! Jonesy got some real shit he need to be takin' care of in a few days in Rio Rancho gainst some lil party rockin' broad in the ring! Last thing he wants is to be wastin' his time and fuckin' energy with this stupid march!
Keshawn nods his head in agreement with Vince Jones as he takes a puff of his lit blunt.
Keshawn Jones: Yeah! We lookin' for shit to get real....real fast. Nahmean??
The Group Leader nods his head.
Group Leader: I see. Well brothas, I hate to burst your bubbles but we don't operate like that here. See, that's what they want from us. They want us to go out there in the streets and tear stuff up. They want that from us. They're expecting us to react that way; but, we're not giving in. This is a non-violent protest.
The Group: (in unison) YEAH!!
Group Leader: So, if you're looking for all that otha stuff I suggest that you and your brother carry your happy asses on down the block because you're...wasting our time right now. Ya dig?
Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones both nod their heads slowly.
Vince Jones: So, its like that? Its like that? Well, fuck you all too! We out!
Vince turns and marches off down the block. Keshawn turns and begins to follow along behind him.
Keshawn Jones: Yeah! I'm fuckin' high as shit right now and they gonna have a mahfucka marchin' around all ova the damn place and shit without gettin' us hooked up on that action trip! That not right!
The crowd watches Vince and Keshawn as the two of them go marching off down the block. Vince Jones reaches back and flips the crowd off.
Vince Jones: You best beliiiiiieeve that, bitches!!
The scene switches back to the jail where Jasmine hears the story and just shakes her head in disbelief.
Jasmine: I'm hearing all this and I'm thinking to myself...."What the fuck got into the both of you anyways?" Cuz that's some ignant ass shit if you ask me! That's all I'm sayin'!
Vince Jones looks up at Jasmine and rolls his eyes at her.
Vince Jones: And if you've been listenin' to the fuckin' story all this time you'd know by now that the two of us were fuckin' high! Aight??Shit kinda happens when you floatin' a lil! Anyways....
The scene now switches back to the streets of Baltimore where Vince Jones and Keshawn Jones can now be seen assembled with a large group of rowdy Baltimore teens, twenty-somethings, and a bunch of other ignorant people going crazy while looting, smashing in cars, burning trash cans, and doing just anything imaginable. Vince Jones and Keshawn can be seen tag teaming on a Cadillac CTS, bashing in its windows with smiles across their faces as the chaos ensues.
Vince Jones: Now we finally get to get down to that real shit, son! Makes a mahfucka feel good, real good! Got a mahfucka amped and shit for this fuckin' match against that Kenyon bitch now! Hmph! Its crazy how when you get a chance to smash some shit up you start feelin' like a new man!
Vince lights up a blunt and begins smoking. All of a sudden Keshawn and Vince Jones start raising their middle fingers in the air as they start singing in unison.
Keshawn and Vince Jones: (singing in unison) Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck! Fuck the police!!
While the two of them sing with joy all of the other people around them suddenly stop in their tracks and start take off running. Vince and Keshawn continue on with their singing. All of a sudden a large group of cops and members of the National Guard begin to ascend on the two of them who are totally oblivious to what's going on.
Cops: STOP WHERE YOU ARE!!!
All of a sudden Vince and Keshawn hear the cops and they suddenly realize what's going on. The two of them stumble over one another as the cops and the rest of the crew all chases them down and apprehend them. The scene quickly switches back to the jail cell where an officer can be seen unlocking the cell for Vince and Keshawn to be released.
Officer: (to Reno Banks) They're free to go, Mr. Banks.
Reno Banks: Thanks. You and your department will be taken care of by me for letting these two idiots go. That's a guarantee.
Jasmine: (to the officer) Officer, there's just one thing I have to do before you officially let them go.
Officer: Very well...
Jasmine marches into the jail cell right up to Vince and Keshawn. She begins slapping the shit out of Vince and Keshawn.
Jasmine: You two betta not pull this dumb ass shit again! Aight??
She turns and looks at Vince with a stern look.
Jasmine: And I swear you betta beat that bitch's ass on Monday, V!!!
Vince nods.
Vince Jones: Yeah. Its..
Jasmine immediately slaps him again and storms off.
Jasmine: Don't even talk to me right now about that shit!
The camera slowly fades to black as Reno shrugs his shoulders.