[ People Mentioned: Forbidden Xtreme, Mysery, Miller ] 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 Can't get any betta'. Here I go, Reality Check.. You know, what it is.. You know, it's nuttin' but the bizz.. Hot damn, I do this shit BIG.. Do it big. Rep that 'A'.. Ha.. In ya' dreams. Fuck that shit.. I'm up in this hoe.. DopeBoii, TrapStar.. Compared to me? Nope boii, you're sub-par.. These hataz wanna be me. Ah, shit, I keep it stack. Snap yo' fingerz, and lean back.. My shit's hot, yo' shit's not.. I stay steady with persistence.. Whether it's my ryhmes, or in tha ring.. Every week, any week. Whenever I fuckin' feel like it, ya' geek.. I'm so hott, I burns my gangsta ass trot.. Micheal Miller? Mysery? ..I WILL stomp 'em out, like a kitten.. No, it's not past-tense, but I'm fittin'.. Mr. Confident? Silly bitch, missed the QUE.. Go 'head and pray like Mysery, and the jew.. I'm supaman, with a bottle of Zephryhills.. Techno, Trance, and I keep's it real.. YUUUUUUGGGHH!!! You, him, or the NEXT muthafucker.. Step to this? In your dress? Leave ya' face down, like the rest.. Test the Champ. Let me serve dat' Reality Check Stamp.. The price is free, tramp.. I'ma G, tramp. The truth hurts. Both you bitches? JaeVeli MERK'Z.. Hit that fade-a-way on you, like Dirk.. And cash my CHECK.. With a sadistic smirk.. You can't stop me.. You can ONLY jock me.. A wanna be CARTEL.. It ain't hard TO TELL.. Stupid wanna be, bitches.. Wipe you out, like some snitches.. You're all goin' down, like bitches..
-JaeVeli tha TrapStar
[Scene opens outside of a gas station, where a black 69' Chevy Cutlass, sitting on 22' inch chrome wheels, pulls up, and stops at a gas pump. Seconds later, JaeVeli steps out from the driver side of the vehicle. And walks toward the gas station establishment. As Jae is walking in, a young male is walking out.] Young Male: Jaeeeee! Whaddup nigga?! [Jae looks at him, breifly, trying to recognize him. Finally he does..] JaeVeli: What it do, Reggie? I barely recognized you, without ya' dreds.. [They exchange daps, as Reggie replies.] Reggie: Yeah, man.. I had to go to court for some bullshit charge, a couple weeks ago. So, I had to chop the dreds off, man. I didn't want the judge to send my ass through the ringer, ya' feel me? JaeVeli: True dat.. I don't blame ya.. Reggie: Aight, playa.. I gotta get back on that grind. Holla at cha' boii.. JaeVeli: Iight.. Hey, if you got time, we got a block party off of Bankhead highway.. Reggie: True, true.. I gotcha'.. [They exchange daps again, as they part ways. Jae walks straight to the counter, where an overweight black female stands behind the counter, watching a small TV, as she smacks her gums, on some bubble gum.] JaeVeli: Excuse me? [She continues to smack as she replies..] Woman: Yeah, baby? [Jae hesitates momentarily, then responds..] JaeVeli: Let me get a pack of Newport shorts, and twenty on Pump 4.. Woman: Anything else? JaeVeli: Yeah. Let me get two of them Purple Haze blunt wraps, I guess. Woman: Hmm.. that kinda party, huh? [Jae really doesn't pay attention to her, he just nods to shrug her off. She hands him his cigarettes and blunt wraps, as he pays with his debit card.] Woman: You have a safe evening, sweety.. JaeVeli: ..You too. 13 Minutes later.. [Scene cuts back in, this time inside of JaeVeli's vehicle, as he drives slowly, with one hand on the steering wheel..] JaeVeli: Sit back, relax, grab a pin, and take notes.. Watch how JaeVeli does it.. Out in da' A-T-L.. This tha city where I live, this tha city where I ride, this tha city where I was born.. And this tha city where I'll DIE.. Nobody can stop me.. And I'm knockin' at ya' door.. Reppin' the 4-0-4.. Wavin' muh four-four. It's been a LONG TIME coming.. But I MADE it. You can't stop me.. I got NOTHING to prove. I got NOTHING to lose.. What? Here I come.. There I go.. Like I said, you.. CAN'T.. stop.. me.. [He stops at a red light, as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. The light then turns green, and he slowly pulls off, creeping in his 69' Cutlass on 22's.] JaeVeli: All year long? I've been stomping the shit out of my competition. And every last one of them came out, and told me just how bad they're gonna beat me down and win, against me. And all has failed, miserably. I don't know, maybe, they're just complete lairs, or just completely misconstrued. Who knows? But I know who's next.. And it's not Mr. Miller. He's already a victim of the Reality Check.. Let's talk about the BOY wearing make-up. The next victim to the Reality Check. And obviously he needs it. He's a grown fucking man wearing MAKE-UP! Sad. Really, it is.. Whatcha' got behind that make-up, Mysery? What are you hiding? Are you ugly? Do you have a crater face? What's really going? "Does Mysery still have it or not?" Have what? I mean, what have you done in the SIW? Other than up and leave the SIW, 'cause you couldn't hang with the big dogs? The only thing I see in you, at first glance? Is homosexuality with all that make-up. Who do you think you're scaring? Other than some little boy afraid that you're gonna touch him in his special spot? You ain't shit, Mysery. JaeVeli will run right through you, to the next challenger.. "Is Mysery past his prime?" I'm sorry. When was you even in your 'prime'? I'd be surprised if you could even spell 'prime'. Much less, be in it.. And no, Mys.. I don't claim to be the best. I AM the BEST, bitch. Your SIW Heavyweight Champion. And I took down Matt Uzi to have gain that title. Have you beaten Matt Uzi? Honestly, have you? I didn't think so.. You think you're demented? You think you're a sick fuck? Pssh.. Okay. Right. Just because you can talk about blood flowing from the walls? Makes you demented? Bitch, please. You talk about demented. While JaeVeli proves demented with ACTIONS.. Everyone knows my name. And they either HATE me, or LOVE me. Can you say that? I watched your excuse you called a promo. Talking about how we're talking about you? [JaeVeli laughs out loud..] JaeVeli: Who the fuck is talking about you? Nobody of importance. Other than me, but that is NOW, and not THEN. So live in your lil' fantasy world. While JaeVeli runs through your bitch ass.. Talking about how you said, you didn't want the title put on the line between us, on Brawl? And again, you're in your lil' fantasy world. You don't make choices around, boy. You're nothing. And I'm something. I chose this match. Not you. You fucking liar.. You think I'm hanging on C-Mac's nuts? And I'm nothing but a jobber without him? Please. C-Mac has been mid-carding the past TWO months, and he's been out of action most of it. I've carried the Cartel. By MY fucking self. I'm sick and tired of you fucks coming in the SIW for the first time, or in your case, coming back after a year.. And thinking you know what the fuck you're talking about.. EH-UH.. Wrong.. I've carried Brawl, I've carried the Cartel for awhile now. I put the SIW Championship, Monday Night Brawl, and the Cartel on my back, and ran with that shit. So step back and know your role, boy.. And NO, you've NEVER beaten JaeVeli. You might have pinned some fucking chump named Craig. But you have NEVER pinned JaeVeli. And you will NEVER. Get it? And it's pathetic.. That's about all you can say to me? That you won a match that so happen to have a VERY YOUNG JaeVeli in it? And you still couldn't beat me?? So you think you can now? Keep dreamin', hoe. I'm nothing like the JaeVeli you seen ALMOST a year ago. Stupid. But it's a nice try, really it is.. But, you still.. FAIL.. So you claim to have grabbed a few belts in 10 months. But where's your proof? I already know you're a fucking lair. So, I'm gonna need some proof, bitch. But you explained everything when you said.. "Just not the World title". The main one. And no you couldn't get the job done. Imagine that.. JaeVeli did. And it was my FIRST 10 MONTHS. Not just some random 10 months. So don't compare yourself to me. Because you are BELOW me. Got it? Deal with it.. I'm just holding your title? [Jae laughs even harder out loud..] JaeVeli: Come back to Reality, fairy. That make-up is deluting your train of thought.. This will never be your title. NEVER. You'll quit before you even get a chance. Because you are a quitter.. Once a quitter? Always a quitter.. It's only a matter of time, before you tuck your tail between your legs and run away.. Because that's what boys do, that wear there mother's make-up.. Queer.. And by the way.. Fuck you and Outlaw Inc.. Bunch of mid-carders thrown together, to create a circle jerk.. I mean who are you copying? Damage Inc.? Or Deadman Inc.? Bunch of fuckin' wanna-be's plain and simple.. Pop you all like a pimple.. And let's get one thing straight, stupid. You've never beaten JaeVeli. Get it? N-E-V-E-R. NEVER. But you can keep claiming that. Because it's all you got. Fucking lies. And when Monday Night rolls around. So is your Reality Check. Best believe. JaeVeli doesn't play. JaeVeli doesn't lie. You will get served a Reality Check. And by the looks of your last promo? You need one. So pucker up, bitch. Daddy's coming to tear your walls down around you, and your facade of bullshit.. [He shakes his head in a 'no' motion..] JaeVeli: I must say.. Beating the fuck outta you, is gon' be pleasurable. And yes, I will rub that shit in your face. I can't wait.. [He shows no emotion, as the scene fades black..]
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