Post by vincejones on Jun 26, 2015 20:00:38 GMT -6
The camera fades into a Waffle House in Jackson, Mississippi. It is late night on a Monday and the scene appears to be calm at the moment with the exception of a few stragglers hanging around at the counter and occupying a few of the booths around the vicinity. All seems to be relatively calm at the moment until the front door swings open and in comes the overwhelming presence of UWA's Vince Jones, his brother Keshawn Jones, and the rather out of place Reno Banks who looks around the scene a bit taken back by the rather uneventful ambience of the whole establishment.
Reno Banks: Of all the places we could stop off at to grab a bite and talk a little bit of business around here did it really have to be a Waffle House??
Vince Jones snarls under his breath at the whining of his manager Reno while Keshawn quickly addresses the issue on his own as he turns and pats Reno heartily on the back.
Keshawn Jones: Reno, if you wanna hang with the Jones boys you gotta expand your horizons and shit a bit and get down with what the Jones Boys do, bruh! Me and my bruh here been hittin' up the Waffle House for years. You don't even know.
Reno continues looking around the vicinity of the restaurant a bit uneasy about the whole deal.
Reno Banks: I don't know. I've heard my share of bad reviews about these Waffle Houses over the years and I've always made an effort to steer clear of them at all costs.
Vince finally turns towards Reno.
Vince Jones: Yo! We in here! We gonna take a seat and enjoy some fuckin' waffles and eggs and shit now shut it up and deal with it! You'll learn to love the place!
Reno Banks: (in defeat) Very well...
The trio stroll across the floor and take their respective places at a booth in the back corner by a window where the immediately look down at the menus set on the table. Keshawn immediately glances over at Vince and chuckles to himself while Reno begins inspecting the contents of the unfamiliar menu's offerings.
Keshawn Jones: Really, V??
Vince glances up from his menu at Keshawn's words.
Vince Jones: What??
Keshawn Jones: You seriously lookin' at that damn menu like you actually plannin' on ordering something different here??
Vince slowly glances up at Keshawn and cocks his head to the side slightly.
Vince Jones: You got a fuckin' problem with yo mans checkin' this shit out??
Keshawn Jones: I'm just sayin' you wastin' yo damn time and shit, son! You know damn well you hittin' up about three orders of those Peanut Butter Waffles, a triple order of hashbrowns scattah'd, covah'd, and smothah'd, full-size T-bone steak, and some scrambled eggs with cheese...
Vince Jones sits up and folds his arms across his chest.
Vince Jones: So what you sayin', huh??
Keshawn shrugs his shoulders as he looks back at his brother.
Keshawn Jones: I mean you can take all that for whateva, V! I'm just sayin' why you lookin' at a damn menu when you already know what you orderin' and shit?
Vince Jones: And how you figga yo mans orderin' all that, huh?? What?? You sayin' ya bruh is predictable or somethin' now?? What? You think you can read yo mans here like a fuckin' book or somethin' now??
Keshawn just cocks his head to the side and just shakes his head in amusement with his older brother.
Keshawn Jones: Dawg...you ordah the same fuckin' meal just about every time we stop at fuckin' Waffle House. It is what it is.
All of a sudden a waiter who has his hair tied back in a ponytail comes strolling over and stops at their table with a rather solemn look on his heavily make-up painted face. He immediately addresses the three of them in a soft and friendly tone.
Waiter: Well hello, boys. My name is Samantha and I will be the one waiting on you all tonight. May I interest you all in some nice beverages to get you all started?
Vince turns and slightly cringes at the sight of "Samantha" standing next to him. Reno looks up at Samantha as well slightly confused by his or her presence while Keshawn breaks the awkward silence at the table.
Keshawn Jones: Well for start-ahs, you might as well bring (points across the table at Vince) this mahfucka one of those Alice's Tea-Monades with sweet tea in it and I'll take one as well.
Reno Banks: Yeah...And while you're at it, I guess I'll be having a cup of coffee.
Samantha: (nodding his head) Alright. So I have two tea-monades and a cup of coffee to start??
Vince immediately cuts in and throws his hands up.
Vince Jones: Don't listen to him. That mahfucka (points at Keshawn) thinks he knows (points at himself) this guy ova here and shit! (shaking his head) Nah! Jonesy havin' a Pibb tonight!
Keshawn Jones: (laughing outloud) A Pibb?? C'mon, dawg! Just get the Tea-monade! You don't have to prove anything to anyone....
Vince Jones: (to the waiter) A Pibb! Aight??
Samantha: (nodding) Okay. (points at Vince) So one Pibb, (points at Keshawn) one tea-monade, (points at Reno) and a cup of coffee?
Keshawn opens his mouth and is about to reply when Vince immediately cuts him off and interjects.
Vince Jones: Good to go!
Samantha: Very well. I'll be right back.
Keshawn just shakes his head and laughs as Samantha trots off behind the counter to make their drinks.
Keshawn Jones: You tryin' real hard here, V.
Vince Jones: Hey! Its whateva! Cats think they know yo mans here! They think they see what's comin'! Not even close, son! Jonesy bet Silva Baron didn't see his punk ass havin' to serve as V's bitch right now! And we all know how that shit's turned out...
Keshawn Jones: Speakin' of Baron...why didn't we call his punk ass up and bring him out to eat with us and shit?
Vince Jones: (in confusion) What the fuck for?? Jonesy not tryin' to hangout with him!
Keshawn Jones: Think about it, V! The man's yo bitch right now! He gotta do whateva the fuck you say for the time being! Man, we coulda brought his punk ass out here with us tonight and made him pay the fuckin' tab and shit! Think about it! What's betta than Waffle House waffles?
Free waffle house waffles!Ya dig??
Keshawn nods his head and shoots Vince a large toothy grin. Vince Jones cups his chin in thought and chuckles to himself.
Vince Jones: Good point...but you know the old rule. You neva bring yo bitch with you to the waffle house. Why the hell you think Jasmine sittin' her ass back in the hotel right now?
Keshawn Jones: True, but you (points to Vince) and I (points to himself) both know how shit'd go down if you brought her here...
Vince Jones: (nodding) Ooooh yeah! Eitha Jonesy'd have to slap the shit outta her while she still wildin' out about that damn song and that Lisa Gomes shit or V'd have to knock the fuck outta some otha mahfucka for bein' stupid and tryin' to holla at her or Jonesy'd have to possibly knock the shit outta her for whinin' about the fuckin' food here and wantin' to go somewhere else! One way or anotha yo mans here'd be gettin' his warm-up stretch on while havin' to put someone in they fuckin' place! Nahmean?
All of a sudden a voice can be heard from across the dining room at the counter from a slightly portly fellow decked out in some blue overalls and a t-shirt who is currently stuffing his chubby face and sitting at the bar alongside a slightly slimmer gentleman who is wearing a sweat-stained t-shirt and some blue jeans who is also chomping down on his breakfast.
Portly Gentleman: (in a thick country accent) Hey there, stranger! What's all this jibba jabba I hear about you wantin' to slap people around and put people in they places?
Vince and Keshawn immediately stop their light-hearted conversation and immediately turn their attention to the two gentlemen at the bar.
Vince Jones: And what's it to you...bruh?? Maybe Jonesy don't take to kindly to mahfuckas like you who don't know to mind they own fuckin' business and shit!
The portly gentleman notices the sound of defiance and hostility brewing in Vince's tone and he slowly sets his fork down and wipes away the remnants of egg that have accidentally drizzled down his lips and chin as he turns himself in Vince's direction.
Portly Gentleman: I'm just sayin' that we don't take too kindly to out-of-towners like yo self runnin' that mouth like you sir over there are doin' right about now. So, I suggest you oughta learn a respect and etiquette when you out in public...'specially when you not from 'round here!
Vince slowly nods his head and begins to rise to his feet.
Vince Jones: Oh this mahfucka!
Keshawn immediately lunges forward and tries to settle him down a bit. Keshawn Jones turns in the two men's direction.
Keshawn Jones: Yo! We chillin' here. Aight? We talkin' 'bout some otha shit ova here that don't concern you two.
The slimmer gentlemen puts an arm around his compadre in an attempt to calm him down as well.
Slimmer Gentleman: That's fine. You two boys over there continue with your ..."chillin'" just keep it a little quieter. Okay??
Vince Jones quickly looks at Keshawn Jones in astonishment with the two gentlemen's boldness.
Vince Jones: (under his breath) You hear this shit?? Yo! You hearin' this shit??
All of a sudden Reno finally looks up again from the menu and turns his attention to Vince sensing the rising tension.
Reno Banks: So...scattah'd, covah'd and smotha'd hashbrowns, eh?? Is that the way to go?
Vince and Keshawn both look at one another in amusement with Reno's naivety when it comes to the whole Waffle House experience.
Vince Jones: You gettin' this, KJ?? This mahfucka right here askin' a stupid question like that? C'mon, dawg! That's the only way to get down with those Waffle House browns, Reno! Its a given! Once you go that route you neva goin' back, playboy!
All of a sudden the waiter, "Samantha", shows up with their drinks and sets them down in front of them one by one.
Samantha: Alright. We have a tea-monade, a Pibb, and a cup of coffee. Now are you...big boys ready to order?
Samantha shoots a wink and a smile in Vince's direction and Vince lifts the sunglasses off of his eyes and shoots Samantha a heavy glare in return.
Vince Jones: Dawg, don't eva do that shit eva again! Aight? Jonesy here not a switch hitta!
"Samantha" gently rests a hand on Vince's shoulder and looks down at him in confusion.
Samantha: Do what, baby??
Vince shrugs "Samantha's" hand off his shoulder in disgust.
Vince Jones: Forget it! Just send out a Patty Melt with some fries and shit!
Keshawn hears this and looks at Vince in surprise.
Keshawn Jones: Really, V?? No waffles??
Vince Jones: Jonesy gettin' down with that patty melt and shit tonight, son!
Keshawn Jones: (nodding) Aight...well, how about two of those peanut butter waffles with a triple order of hashbrowns scatta'd smotha'd covah'd, and aT-bone on the medium side.
"Samantha" scribbles down their orders on the server pad while Reno finally chimes in.
Reno Banks: I guess I'll have a waffle with some country ham tonight.
Samantha: Alright. Sounds good! I'll have all of that out for you boys in a jiffy.
Reno takes a sip of his coffee and looks at Keshawn and Vince respectively.
Reno Banks: So, let's get down to business here. First of all, it turns out that you and Sang Real are teaming up against the Cornbread Mafia and Sentinel at this upcoming Monday Night Mayhem. I know you gotta be amped and ready for this one, baby!
Vince shrugs slightly and laughs to himself.
Vince Jones: C'mon now, Reno. You know Jonesy not the type that gets along with othas and shit too often; but, somethin' different about these Sang Real cats. Game recognize game and Sang Real two cats that Jonesy considahs the cornah stones of UWA's tag team division, man. Those mahfuckas real and keeps it real! Nahmean? So when you put the three of us on one side of the ring... shit goin' down fa sho!
Reno nods slowly.
Reno Banks: And what about Sentinel??
Vince throws his head back and laughs outloud in amusement at the thought.
Vince Jones: And what about a fuckin' Sentinel??
Keshawn interrupts the conversation with a wide grin on his face.
Keshawn Jones: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hol up! Hold the fuck up! Remembah the look he had on his stupid face and shit when V showed up at the ring and cost him that win??
Vince and Keshawn can hardly contain their selves as they burst outloud with laughter at the thought.
Vince Jones: As much as Jonesy hates seein' that Kenyon broad pullin' off that W it was truly, truly worth the price of fuckin' admission seein' Sentinel rolled up and pinned for the one, two, three, son!
Reno chuckles to himself softly while Keshawn chugs down some of his tea-monade and throws his head back again roaring with even more laughter.
Keshawn Jones: Yoooooooooooo! From the looks of things you really pokin' at that bear, bruh! Cat was starin' a hole through yo head lookin' like he was really ready to whup that ass, dawg!
Vince smirks at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: Hmph! Like V could give a FUUUUUUCK!!!!
Keshawn and Vince dap one another up real quick as the two gentlemen across the diner at the counter turn around again and look in Vince and Keshawn's direction in anger with all the uproar, but try there very best to keep their tempers under wraps.
Vince Jones: Mahfucka poppin' off at the mouth and shit like Jonesy supposed to be worried about him just cuz he got the damn strap draped ova his damn shouldah right now?? (shaking his head) Nah, son!! V not the one! V. Jones not the fuckin' one! Oh you best belieeeeeeve that! So V really hopes that bitch enjoyin' that newly discovah'd ability of his to talk cuz if he don't play his mahfuckin' cards right they might be carryin' his punk ass out the ring the way he joined the UWA...in silence!
Reno interrupts.
Reno Banks: Alright, Vinnie J...
Vince totally ignores him and continues on.
Vince Jones: But for real....whateva happened to the quiet version of that sorry ass bitch?? V liked him a whole lot betta that way! He didn't botha V! He was just there, silent and stupid lookin'! And that was it!
Keshawn Jones: Damn straight!
Reno Banks: Guys! Let's focus here for a moment! Vince I understand the confidence, but Sentinel's taken you down once before...
The look of amusement slowly drains away from Vince's face at the unfortunate truth.
Reno Banks: ...so don't go taking this guy lightly, V! If you eva wanna be serious about getting that gold...
Vince Jones: The gold's comin' home, Reno!
Vince motions towards his waist.
Reno Banks: Its not yours yet...
Vince Jones snarls back.
Vince Jones: In due time, bruh!
Reno Banks: Well, then you need to get down and get focused then because words aren't gonna cut it in the end.
Vince rolls his eyes and lowers his head slightly and puts his hand on his forehead as if he has a slight headache now at the thought.
Vince Jones: (in a deliberate tone) Yo! Just shut the fuck up! You killin' V's mood right now!
All of a sudden the two gentlemen from across the diner rise to their feet and peer in the direction of all the commotion coming from Vince's table.
Portly Gentleman: Will you two please shut the hell up?!?
Vince, Reno, and Keshawn all turn in the direction of the gentlemen in surprise as the both of them come strutting over towards their table. The portly gentleman points a finger at them all.
Portly Gentleman: You three black boys have been runnin' yo damn mouths all night and me and my friend here simply can't stand it no mo!
Vince Jones: And you think we give a damn about what the fuck you two mahfuckas can't stand??
Slim Gentleman: You betta start carin'...
Keshawn and Vince slowly rise to their feet and square up as Reno frantically tries to calm them down. Vince shoves Reno to the side.
Keshawn Jones: Keep on talkin' that shit and you two won't be standin' at all! That's how we do up north!
"Samantha" notices the commotion and quickly snatches up a phone and frantically calls 911 as the gentlemen reach Vince's table.
Portly Gentleman: Got some nerve! I think its about time we teach you boys some manners!
The portly gentleman and his friend begin cracking their knuckles readying for a fight.
"Samantha" immediately rushes from around the counter.
Samantha: The police are on their way! So I suggest you all quiet all that noise down or get out!
Vince glares at the two gentlemen eyeing them up and down in fury, but slowly tries to restrain himself at the thought of the cops coming.
Vince Jones: (pointing at the gentlemen) You mahfuckas lucky V not out to catch a fuckin' case tonight! He got more important shit to handle!
Keshawn Jones: Yeah, son!
The portly gentlemen slaps Vince's hand away as Reno, Keshawn, and Vince slowly make their way past the men and out the door as the slim gentleman bucks at Vince as the camera slowly fades to black.
Reno Banks: Of all the places we could stop off at to grab a bite and talk a little bit of business around here did it really have to be a Waffle House??
Vince Jones snarls under his breath at the whining of his manager Reno while Keshawn quickly addresses the issue on his own as he turns and pats Reno heartily on the back.
Keshawn Jones: Reno, if you wanna hang with the Jones boys you gotta expand your horizons and shit a bit and get down with what the Jones Boys do, bruh! Me and my bruh here been hittin' up the Waffle House for years. You don't even know.
Reno continues looking around the vicinity of the restaurant a bit uneasy about the whole deal.
Reno Banks: I don't know. I've heard my share of bad reviews about these Waffle Houses over the years and I've always made an effort to steer clear of them at all costs.
Vince finally turns towards Reno.
Vince Jones: Yo! We in here! We gonna take a seat and enjoy some fuckin' waffles and eggs and shit now shut it up and deal with it! You'll learn to love the place!
Reno Banks: (in defeat) Very well...
The trio stroll across the floor and take their respective places at a booth in the back corner by a window where the immediately look down at the menus set on the table. Keshawn immediately glances over at Vince and chuckles to himself while Reno begins inspecting the contents of the unfamiliar menu's offerings.
Keshawn Jones: Really, V??
Vince glances up from his menu at Keshawn's words.
Vince Jones: What??
Keshawn Jones: You seriously lookin' at that damn menu like you actually plannin' on ordering something different here??
Vince slowly glances up at Keshawn and cocks his head to the side slightly.
Vince Jones: You got a fuckin' problem with yo mans checkin' this shit out??
Keshawn Jones: I'm just sayin' you wastin' yo damn time and shit, son! You know damn well you hittin' up about three orders of those Peanut Butter Waffles, a triple order of hashbrowns scattah'd, covah'd, and smothah'd, full-size T-bone steak, and some scrambled eggs with cheese...
Vince Jones sits up and folds his arms across his chest.
Vince Jones: So what you sayin', huh??
Keshawn shrugs his shoulders as he looks back at his brother.
Keshawn Jones: I mean you can take all that for whateva, V! I'm just sayin' why you lookin' at a damn menu when you already know what you orderin' and shit?
Vince Jones: And how you figga yo mans orderin' all that, huh?? What?? You sayin' ya bruh is predictable or somethin' now?? What? You think you can read yo mans here like a fuckin' book or somethin' now??
Keshawn just cocks his head to the side and just shakes his head in amusement with his older brother.
Keshawn Jones: Dawg...you ordah the same fuckin' meal just about every time we stop at fuckin' Waffle House. It is what it is.
All of a sudden a waiter who has his hair tied back in a ponytail comes strolling over and stops at their table with a rather solemn look on his heavily make-up painted face. He immediately addresses the three of them in a soft and friendly tone.
Waiter: Well hello, boys. My name is Samantha and I will be the one waiting on you all tonight. May I interest you all in some nice beverages to get you all started?
Vince turns and slightly cringes at the sight of "Samantha" standing next to him. Reno looks up at Samantha as well slightly confused by his or her presence while Keshawn breaks the awkward silence at the table.
Keshawn Jones: Well for start-ahs, you might as well bring (points across the table at Vince) this mahfucka one of those Alice's Tea-Monades with sweet tea in it and I'll take one as well.
Reno Banks: Yeah...And while you're at it, I guess I'll be having a cup of coffee.
Samantha: (nodding his head) Alright. So I have two tea-monades and a cup of coffee to start??
Vince immediately cuts in and throws his hands up.
Vince Jones: Don't listen to him. That mahfucka (points at Keshawn) thinks he knows (points at himself) this guy ova here and shit! (shaking his head) Nah! Jonesy havin' a Pibb tonight!
Keshawn Jones: (laughing outloud) A Pibb?? C'mon, dawg! Just get the Tea-monade! You don't have to prove anything to anyone....
Vince Jones: (to the waiter) A Pibb! Aight??
Samantha: (nodding) Okay. (points at Vince) So one Pibb, (points at Keshawn) one tea-monade, (points at Reno) and a cup of coffee?
Keshawn opens his mouth and is about to reply when Vince immediately cuts him off and interjects.
Vince Jones: Good to go!
Samantha: Very well. I'll be right back.
Keshawn just shakes his head and laughs as Samantha trots off behind the counter to make their drinks.
Keshawn Jones: You tryin' real hard here, V.
Vince Jones: Hey! Its whateva! Cats think they know yo mans here! They think they see what's comin'! Not even close, son! Jonesy bet Silva Baron didn't see his punk ass havin' to serve as V's bitch right now! And we all know how that shit's turned out...
Keshawn Jones: Speakin' of Baron...why didn't we call his punk ass up and bring him out to eat with us and shit?
Vince Jones: (in confusion) What the fuck for?? Jonesy not tryin' to hangout with him!
Keshawn Jones: Think about it, V! The man's yo bitch right now! He gotta do whateva the fuck you say for the time being! Man, we coulda brought his punk ass out here with us tonight and made him pay the fuckin' tab and shit! Think about it! What's betta than Waffle House waffles?
Free waffle house waffles!Ya dig??
Keshawn nods his head and shoots Vince a large toothy grin. Vince Jones cups his chin in thought and chuckles to himself.
Vince Jones: Good point...but you know the old rule. You neva bring yo bitch with you to the waffle house. Why the hell you think Jasmine sittin' her ass back in the hotel right now?
Keshawn Jones: True, but you (points to Vince) and I (points to himself) both know how shit'd go down if you brought her here...
Vince Jones: (nodding) Ooooh yeah! Eitha Jonesy'd have to slap the shit outta her while she still wildin' out about that damn song and that Lisa Gomes shit or V'd have to knock the fuck outta some otha mahfucka for bein' stupid and tryin' to holla at her or Jonesy'd have to possibly knock the shit outta her for whinin' about the fuckin' food here and wantin' to go somewhere else! One way or anotha yo mans here'd be gettin' his warm-up stretch on while havin' to put someone in they fuckin' place! Nahmean?
All of a sudden a voice can be heard from across the dining room at the counter from a slightly portly fellow decked out in some blue overalls and a t-shirt who is currently stuffing his chubby face and sitting at the bar alongside a slightly slimmer gentleman who is wearing a sweat-stained t-shirt and some blue jeans who is also chomping down on his breakfast.
Portly Gentleman: (in a thick country accent) Hey there, stranger! What's all this jibba jabba I hear about you wantin' to slap people around and put people in they places?
Vince and Keshawn immediately stop their light-hearted conversation and immediately turn their attention to the two gentlemen at the bar.
Vince Jones: And what's it to you...bruh?? Maybe Jonesy don't take to kindly to mahfuckas like you who don't know to mind they own fuckin' business and shit!
The portly gentleman notices the sound of defiance and hostility brewing in Vince's tone and he slowly sets his fork down and wipes away the remnants of egg that have accidentally drizzled down his lips and chin as he turns himself in Vince's direction.
Portly Gentleman: I'm just sayin' that we don't take too kindly to out-of-towners like yo self runnin' that mouth like you sir over there are doin' right about now. So, I suggest you oughta learn a respect and etiquette when you out in public...'specially when you not from 'round here!
Vince slowly nods his head and begins to rise to his feet.
Vince Jones: Oh this mahfucka!
Keshawn immediately lunges forward and tries to settle him down a bit. Keshawn Jones turns in the two men's direction.
Keshawn Jones: Yo! We chillin' here. Aight? We talkin' 'bout some otha shit ova here that don't concern you two.
The slimmer gentlemen puts an arm around his compadre in an attempt to calm him down as well.
Slimmer Gentleman: That's fine. You two boys over there continue with your ..."chillin'" just keep it a little quieter. Okay??
Vince Jones quickly looks at Keshawn Jones in astonishment with the two gentlemen's boldness.
Vince Jones: (under his breath) You hear this shit?? Yo! You hearin' this shit??
All of a sudden Reno finally looks up again from the menu and turns his attention to Vince sensing the rising tension.
Reno Banks: So...scattah'd, covah'd and smotha'd hashbrowns, eh?? Is that the way to go?
Vince and Keshawn both look at one another in amusement with Reno's naivety when it comes to the whole Waffle House experience.
Vince Jones: You gettin' this, KJ?? This mahfucka right here askin' a stupid question like that? C'mon, dawg! That's the only way to get down with those Waffle House browns, Reno! Its a given! Once you go that route you neva goin' back, playboy!
All of a sudden the waiter, "Samantha", shows up with their drinks and sets them down in front of them one by one.
Samantha: Alright. We have a tea-monade, a Pibb, and a cup of coffee. Now are you...big boys ready to order?
Samantha shoots a wink and a smile in Vince's direction and Vince lifts the sunglasses off of his eyes and shoots Samantha a heavy glare in return.
Vince Jones: Dawg, don't eva do that shit eva again! Aight? Jonesy here not a switch hitta!
"Samantha" gently rests a hand on Vince's shoulder and looks down at him in confusion.
Samantha: Do what, baby??
Vince shrugs "Samantha's" hand off his shoulder in disgust.
Vince Jones: Forget it! Just send out a Patty Melt with some fries and shit!
Keshawn hears this and looks at Vince in surprise.
Keshawn Jones: Really, V?? No waffles??
Vince Jones: Jonesy gettin' down with that patty melt and shit tonight, son!
Keshawn Jones: (nodding) Aight...well, how about two of those peanut butter waffles with a triple order of hashbrowns scatta'd smotha'd covah'd, and aT-bone on the medium side.
"Samantha" scribbles down their orders on the server pad while Reno finally chimes in.
Reno Banks: I guess I'll have a waffle with some country ham tonight.
Samantha: Alright. Sounds good! I'll have all of that out for you boys in a jiffy.
Reno takes a sip of his coffee and looks at Keshawn and Vince respectively.
Reno Banks: So, let's get down to business here. First of all, it turns out that you and Sang Real are teaming up against the Cornbread Mafia and Sentinel at this upcoming Monday Night Mayhem. I know you gotta be amped and ready for this one, baby!
Vince shrugs slightly and laughs to himself.
Vince Jones: C'mon now, Reno. You know Jonesy not the type that gets along with othas and shit too often; but, somethin' different about these Sang Real cats. Game recognize game and Sang Real two cats that Jonesy considahs the cornah stones of UWA's tag team division, man. Those mahfuckas real and keeps it real! Nahmean? So when you put the three of us on one side of the ring... shit goin' down fa sho!
Reno nods slowly.
Reno Banks: And what about Sentinel??
Vince throws his head back and laughs outloud in amusement at the thought.
Vince Jones: And what about a fuckin' Sentinel??
Keshawn interrupts the conversation with a wide grin on his face.
Keshawn Jones: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hol up! Hold the fuck up! Remembah the look he had on his stupid face and shit when V showed up at the ring and cost him that win??
Vince and Keshawn can hardly contain their selves as they burst outloud with laughter at the thought.
Vince Jones: As much as Jonesy hates seein' that Kenyon broad pullin' off that W it was truly, truly worth the price of fuckin' admission seein' Sentinel rolled up and pinned for the one, two, three, son!
Reno chuckles to himself softly while Keshawn chugs down some of his tea-monade and throws his head back again roaring with even more laughter.
Keshawn Jones: Yoooooooooooo! From the looks of things you really pokin' at that bear, bruh! Cat was starin' a hole through yo head lookin' like he was really ready to whup that ass, dawg!
Vince smirks at the thought of it.
Vince Jones: Hmph! Like V could give a FUUUUUUCK!!!!
Keshawn and Vince dap one another up real quick as the two gentlemen across the diner at the counter turn around again and look in Vince and Keshawn's direction in anger with all the uproar, but try there very best to keep their tempers under wraps.
Vince Jones: Mahfucka poppin' off at the mouth and shit like Jonesy supposed to be worried about him just cuz he got the damn strap draped ova his damn shouldah right now?? (shaking his head) Nah, son!! V not the one! V. Jones not the fuckin' one! Oh you best belieeeeeeve that! So V really hopes that bitch enjoyin' that newly discovah'd ability of his to talk cuz if he don't play his mahfuckin' cards right they might be carryin' his punk ass out the ring the way he joined the UWA...in silence!
Reno interrupts.
Reno Banks: Alright, Vinnie J...
Vince totally ignores him and continues on.
Vince Jones: But for real....whateva happened to the quiet version of that sorry ass bitch?? V liked him a whole lot betta that way! He didn't botha V! He was just there, silent and stupid lookin'! And that was it!
Keshawn Jones: Damn straight!
Reno Banks: Guys! Let's focus here for a moment! Vince I understand the confidence, but Sentinel's taken you down once before...
The look of amusement slowly drains away from Vince's face at the unfortunate truth.
Reno Banks: ...so don't go taking this guy lightly, V! If you eva wanna be serious about getting that gold...
Vince Jones: The gold's comin' home, Reno!
Vince motions towards his waist.
Reno Banks: Its not yours yet...
Vince Jones snarls back.
Vince Jones: In due time, bruh!
Reno Banks: Well, then you need to get down and get focused then because words aren't gonna cut it in the end.
Vince rolls his eyes and lowers his head slightly and puts his hand on his forehead as if he has a slight headache now at the thought.
Vince Jones: (in a deliberate tone) Yo! Just shut the fuck up! You killin' V's mood right now!
All of a sudden the two gentlemen from across the diner rise to their feet and peer in the direction of all the commotion coming from Vince's table.
Portly Gentleman: Will you two please shut the hell up?!?
Vince, Reno, and Keshawn all turn in the direction of the gentlemen in surprise as the both of them come strutting over towards their table. The portly gentleman points a finger at them all.
Portly Gentleman: You three black boys have been runnin' yo damn mouths all night and me and my friend here simply can't stand it no mo!
Vince Jones: And you think we give a damn about what the fuck you two mahfuckas can't stand??
Slim Gentleman: You betta start carin'...
Keshawn and Vince slowly rise to their feet and square up as Reno frantically tries to calm them down. Vince shoves Reno to the side.
Keshawn Jones: Keep on talkin' that shit and you two won't be standin' at all! That's how we do up north!
"Samantha" notices the commotion and quickly snatches up a phone and frantically calls 911 as the gentlemen reach Vince's table.
Portly Gentleman: Got some nerve! I think its about time we teach you boys some manners!
The portly gentleman and his friend begin cracking their knuckles readying for a fight.
"Samantha" immediately rushes from around the counter.
Samantha: The police are on their way! So I suggest you all quiet all that noise down or get out!
Vince glares at the two gentlemen eyeing them up and down in fury, but slowly tries to restrain himself at the thought of the cops coming.
Vince Jones: (pointing at the gentlemen) You mahfuckas lucky V not out to catch a fuckin' case tonight! He got more important shit to handle!
Keshawn Jones: Yeah, son!
The portly gentlemen slaps Vince's hand away as Reno, Keshawn, and Vince slowly make their way past the men and out the door as the slim gentleman bucks at Vince as the camera slowly fades to black.