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[ Roleplay Number: 32] [ W/L/D Record: 5 - 3 - 1] [ People Used: The Cartel ]
[ People Mentioned: Maurice Bad, Natedawg, Xtina, Titan ]

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"Great spirits have always encountered opposition from mediocre minds.
The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man
who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices
and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly."

-Albert Einstein

Ya damn right, it's goin' down.. Droppin' Affirmative Action to tha ground..

Listen to me carefully, slut..

|| April 16th, 2007, 8:42pm. Newark, New Jersey. ||

[Scene fades inside the Predential Center, minutes before Monday Night Brawl goes on the air. The last dark match has ended, and the wrestlers have moved backstage. As usual the New Jersey crowd is abit restless, awaiting the show. When the lights dim to a strobe light, flashing the entire arena, JaeVeli's theme music, 'It's goin' down' by Yung Joc, starts to play over the sound system. When JaeVeli creeps out onto the ramp, by himself, wearing a Vince Carter jersey, from the New Jersey Nets basketball team. He gets a pop from the crowd, for the jersey he's wearing, as he stops in the middle of the stage, with the Hardcore title around his waist, and the World Tag Team title gripped in his left hand. JaeVeli stands directly in the middle of the stage, arrogantly, and awaits for the chorus of his theme music too start. As soon as the chorus starts, the lights fade back on, as Jae figuratively brushes his shoes off, and starts to Crip Walk to the beat of his theme music. He glides around the stage, crip walking to the beat. Performing all variations of the artform known as Crip Walkin'. Jae finishes off his routine, and walks down the ramp, toward the ring, occasionally C-Walking. He slides into the ring, under the bottom rope, and walks to the side of the ring, closes to the announce table, and ask for a microphone. JaeVeli gets what he asked for, as he lays his half of the World Tag Team titles, on a random top turnbuckle. He then begins to pace, back and fourth, slowly, in the middle of the ring.]

JaeVeli: Cut the music, wanksta.

[The music stops, the crowd is restless, and JaeVeli is calm, cool, and collective, standing in the middle of the ring..]

JaeVeli: I'm here for one reason, and one reason only..

Survey says!?

Too get rich..

Filthy rich..

Can't you see? ..I'm more than happy, to show you, how I beat 'em down. Show you, who I am, where I from, and what's comin' up next..

Conceited?

No..

Confident..

Yes..

Even when I look you in the eye, and ask you, what the fuck are you lookin' at?

..Confident..

When I'm backstage, I see 'em glarin' at me, starin' at me.. You know who you are..

And by know, you should know, we run this shit..

Doubt me?

Pssh..

From the A-T-L to the Jersey.. I ride or fuckin' die, for my principals..

And we can't possibly fuck this up..

It's the year of The Cartel..

Hate it; or love it.. You'll deal with it..

'Cause we don't care about cha..

It's harsh.. But atleast I'm not lyin' to you.. I'm just being real..

[JaeVeli winks at the camera, then grabs the SiW World Tag Team title off the turnbuckle, and throws it over his shoulder, as he finds the camera, once again..]

Jaeveli: Dopeboi freessh.. Rated R, TrapStar.. Chyea..

A.A.. Affirmative Action.. Maurice Bad, and Natedaaaaawg..

Dawg? ..Bad? A.A.? ..Sounds more like Anal Action, than Affirmative Action.. Get it? ..I didn't think so. But hey, I'm just makin' an assumption. I'm sure you ladies have heard that one before. Haven't you, Nate? ..Maurice? ..We know how homophobic Nate is, so he must be suckin' alot dick..

Burn, bitch, burn..

Nate likes to question my thug-status.. But Nate is also about as dumb, as a box of rocks. Aren't you Nate? ..Spitting image, of a black Metalgod..

Soft ass nikka..

I heard you back in the day, talkin' shit about JaeVeli, the double champion.. But I didn't have time for some bottom of the barrel bitch. Get it?

..Good.

But now they just wanna hand you, and your boi, Bad, a tag team title shot? ..But it's kewl.. C-Mac and myself, have been killin' the tag team division. Check our stats.. And I don't see any signs of us slowing down. Do you?

Do you.. even understand the words coming out of my mouth? ..I know one half of A.A. is slow, at times..

Without Bad, A.A. is garbage..

Plan A: Simply divide, and conquer.. Like takin' candy from a fat baby..

Or..

Plan B: Hand out a Kiss of Death Dominator, with a Reality Check for desert..

You sluts are screwed.. Either way.. No pun intended.. The Cartel works to hard, to let some bitch, and a questionable champ, waltz in and take what we rightfully defend, damn near every week. Google that shit, son..

We're the World Tag Team Champions for a reason.. Can't you see that?

On a level you just can't comprehend..

You boi's, you hoez, that like to talk down? ..We call you haterz..

Fuck 'em..

Maurice Bad? ..SiW Heavyweight Champion? Not a hater. He does what he has to do. I'll give props where props is due.. But my boi, C-Mac, did take you down, pretty easy last week. Why? ..You don't have the desire to win, quite like The Cartel.. You bring your "A Game" one week, then the next week, you're just not there. No desire.. And you're the Heaveyweight Champion? Tanking your match, every other week? Like the Boston Celtics? Your reign will end, soon enough..

You are a mark.. And you and your girlfriend will be served, tonight, in the main event..

Affirmative Action verse The Cartel..

For the SiW World Tag Team Titles..

Be ready for a war, or be ready to get carried away, a loser..

Anal Action?

Maurice Bad?

Natedawg?

Reality Check..

Served..

[JaeVeli smirks at the camera, as the scene fades black.. To Be Continued...]