[Scene fades inside of Sik-Wit-It Studio's control room, where JaeVeli sits in a computer chair, in front of the Audio Control Panel. As he splits open a cigar blunt, he begins to speak.]

JaeVeli: What's up SIW. Ya' boy, JaeVeli is checkin' in. Why? Well, let me tell you.. I'm sick and fuckin' tired of these chumps, fakes, and bitches, questioning my thug status..

What makes me a thug?

I just don't give a fuck. I don't give fuck what this man says, or the next man says. I smoke blunts, not joints. I drank Hennessey, not Bud Light. I was raised in the ghetto, around pimps, original gangstaz, and skeezers. I used to sell dope, when I didn't have a career. I had the dime sack, the quarter sack, or even an 8-ball of ya-yo. Whatever you needed? I could get. And I could SELL it. Like candy in the candy store. And I didn't give a fuck. And I still don't. This is what makes me a thug. It's all I knew growing up. It's all I lived. Until I was incarcerated for three years. I decided to get an education. And I did. So, now? I'm an educated thug. Kinda dangerous, huh?

[Jae slides broken up marijuana into his split open blunt. He begins to roll it, as he continues..]

JaeVeli: I've seen people get shot. I've watched friends die right in front of me. Shit, I've been shot, myself. Once. Only in the leg. But it's still an attemped murder on me, by a dumbass nigga. And it probably is the most pain I've ever came across. Physically. It burns a million burns. And trust me, you don't wanna feel it. No matter where it lands. It will cause great pain..

I've seen shit, done shit, you CAN'T even begin to imagine. And 'they' wanna question my thug status?

Let 'em..

I got nothing to prove. I got nothing to lose. I know where I come from. And I'll never forget it. Or be ashamed of it. I'll wear it on my 'sleeve' until the day I DIE..

[Jae finishes rolling the blunt, and dries it with a flame from a lighter. As he dried it, he's ready to smoke it. He takes one good look at it, with a smile, as he then lights it up. Inhaling slowly, but deeply. He attempts to hold it in as long as possible, then exhales through his nose.]

JaeVeli: Now.. that's the fuckin' spot. Pssh.. 'Bout to be high as fuck..

Now, where was I? ..Oh, yeah. Thug Status.. Yes, Mysery, just so you know.. JaeVeli is bilingual..

Do you know what that means?

Let me clearify it for you, since you come off a lil' bit, how can I say it? ..Slow?!

Yeah, slow.. That pretty much sums it up, huh? Anyway, today's word is 'Bilingual'. Meaning, I can speak more than one language. You with me so far? Shall I slooooooow down for you?

In a nutshell.. I can speak with 'Ebonics' or I can properly speak the english language, obviously better than you. Just so you can COMPLETELY get a GRASP on what the fuck I'm telling you.

Get it?

Okay..

I see I'm gonna' have to spell shit out for you, from now on. And frankly, you're not gonna' like it..

But you'll have to get over it. Or cry me a river, bitch..

I'm the most REALEST, thuggish mothafucka TO EVER step foot into the SIW. I'm a fucking trend-setta'. Natedawg thinks he can do it like me, with his MMA bullshit mixed in. Looks like a bunch fags grasping on one another to me. It doesn't grab my interest..

Although you, Dr. Frank-N-Furter wanna be.. Might swing that way. I really don't a give shit.

Natedawg wishes he could bring it, the way I bring it. Shit, YOU wish ya' could do it like me..

[Jae takes a pull from his blunt, laughing slightly. Then exhales slowly through his nose..]

JaeVeli: Now? We got a couple of dumb bitches, in Krazy J(HENCE J? Funny.), and T-Murder? They both wanna go by basically one letter for their name, J and T. Riiiight. What's my name again?

JaeVeli?

What do I get called more than anything?

JAE? Imagine that? One letter, basically. Who's been here longer? Who?

Go ahead, say it.. I'm waiting..

[Jae smirks as he takes another drag from his blunt.]

JaeVeli: Bunch of fuckin' fakes. I'll beat the shit out of ALL THREE, at the same time, by my fucking self. And you too, Mysery. I'll slap the make-up right off your face, faggot.

[Jae creeps with an evil laugh, as hits the blunt, again.]

JaeVeli: I do this shit right. And I make it look good, while I'm doing it.. Hate me, bitches.. HATE ME..

[Jae laughs out loud..]

JaeVeli: I don't give a good goddamn..

[He winks at the camera.]

JaeVeli: Make me more famous than I already AM.. Stupid..

I can drop a flow right here in the middle of my promo, just burning all you fuckin' homos. That's how good I am..

Kinda like Uncle Sam.. Thank you, maam..
I'm so hott with it..
Cream of the crop, I'm sick wit' it..
Straight thug, I show no love..

To fakes, and wanna be's..

I keepz it real for tha O.G'z..
Beat me again? Ha.. Bitch PLEASE!
Get on yo' fuckin' knees..
JaeVeli will rob you, and never JOB you..

When I go straight through you..
And your whole CREW? Pssh.. FUCK YOU..
You don't scare me..
Can't you see? I don't care, B..

B for 'bitch'..

Merkin' you, the snitch..

Backstab -- don't you know who you're dissin'?!

Side Swipe -- I know the ASS you're kissin'!

Think about it..

Do you get it? ..Hopefully, I don't have to spell that one out for you..

[Jae kicks back in his chair, and props his legs up on the table, with the blunt in hand.]

JaeVeli: Don't go anywhere. I just got started. Sit back down, boy. Listen to your superior. Your fucking Role-Model..

I can sit here, and call you this and call you that. Label you this, label you that. But I'm not. I don't need too. I mean.. look at it. You should know by now, huh? But, one thing you're FAILING to realize? The one thing that's gonna' make your walls come crashing down on you?

You think, you're better than me. And you're not. I'm glad to tell ya'. Don't get me wrong. I really am. But, it will be your downfall. One of perhaps?

No?

And say whatever you want about me. You STILL don't know a goddamn thing about me. You think I got this far? On accident? You're stupid, if you do. Shit, you're stupid period. The end. It's not my fault. And you shouldn't hate me for letting you know. You should be thankin' me..

Why?

I'm making you a better person in the long run. You won't come out, a winner, Mys. You WON'T. But, you will come out, a stronger man. Or woman. Whatever you prefer. Who knows with you, huh?

[Jae laughs at his own joke again.(Pathetic)]

JaeVeli: On a roll.. I just can't stop. I can't. Please, somebody STOP ME. I'm blowin' the fuck up. As if I was on some Ecstacy. M.D.M.A. all night; all DAY.. Trust me, when I say, it makes you say YAY!

[He sits up in his chair, hitting the blunt one last time, as he puts it out in an ashtray.]

JaeVeli: Let me stop talkin' about X.. Just say no, kids. Just say no..

Let be get back the situation, at hand..

Mys wants to question me and my BLACKNESS? Pssh.. What the fuck does this skinny whiteboy know about BLACK people? No fucking room to talk. He's runnin' off at the mouth, 'cause this lil' bitch wants my spot, MY strap. Nigga, I done WORKED to goddamn hard to get where I am, to let some skinny fuckin' whiteboy wearing more make-up than a 15 year old fat girl with some bad complexion, take what I EARNED. Best believe, boy. Daddy don't play. Unless he's in tha A. Smokin' hay. And drankin' that Grey..

[As he finished his sentence, Alizé opens the door, and walks inside the control room. Jae looks over and smiles.]

JaeVeli: Sup shawty?

Alizé: Hey baby..

[She gives him a peck on his lips, as she flops in a computer chair, next to him. She looks around, briefly, smelling the room. She shakes her head 'no' as she says..]

Alizé Gettin' high -- are we?

JaeVeli: ..So? You know how I do it. Nothing new.

Alizé: Yeah, yeah. Doesn't the SIW drug test?

Jaeveli: Yeah. But I don't smoke marijuani..

[Alizé smacks her gums as she looks at the ashtray, then back at Jae.]

Alizé: What's that in the ashtray?

JaeVeli: A cigar. Perfectly legal. Anymore questions?

Alizé: Yeah, it is a cigar. But what's in it?

JaeVeli: Listen.. If you're gonna come in here like the urban Nancy Drew, and cockblock me -- you can scurry along, Sherlock..

Alizé: Fine.

[She goes to get up, but he stops her.]

JaeVeli: Where are you going?

Alizé: You told me to 'scurry along'. So.. I'm gonna scurry along..

JaeVeli: Calm down, killah. Why you bein' so sensitive?

Alizé: I'm not.

JaeVeli: Okaaaay. Whatever. I'm gonna need you next Monday. Need you to drop some skeezer, while I put Mys through a Reality Check..

Alizé: Who?

JaeVeli: I don't know her name. Pam, or Spam, who cares? She can't dance, so she can't move, and she doesn't seem to bright..

Alizé: Riiight..

JaeVeli: Yeah. She seems to think you're a hoe..

Alizé: A hoe!?

JaeVeli: But, don't worry. Any girl talkin' like she does, has to come from a crackwhore momma'. She's got no couth. She probably can't even give you the defintion of -- or spell couth..

[Alizé repeats herself.]

Alizé: A hoe?

JaeVeli: Basically.

Alizé: No she didn't..

JaeVeli: She did..

Alizé: I heard you the first time..

[She kicks him in the shin, softly.]

Alizé: You don't worry, at all. I'll take care of the nasty bitch. When I rip her hair out.

JaeVeli: I don't need you to rip her hair out. Just occupy tha skank..

Alizé: SIR! Yes sir!

JaeVeli: I'm bein' serious. Stop that shit..

Alizé: Aww.. boo-boo. You want momma to give you a back rub?

JaeVeli: No. But you can give me some slow motion.

[This time she kicks him harder, in the shin.]

JaeVeli: Damn. I just want some slow head. What's so bad about that?

Alizé: That's not how you get it. But you already know this.

JaeVeli: So.. can I get that slow motion, or what?

Alizé: You're an asshole. I'm leaving.

JaeVeli: Bye! Don't let the door hit ya' -- where the good Lord split ya'.

[She gives him a dirty look, as she flips him the middle finger, and stomps out of the room.]

JaeVeli: EVITA! ..EVITA! ..Dat'z okay! ..Anotha' pain pill? She'll love me in da' mornin'..

[He laughs as he suddenly switches his attention to the camera.]

JaeVeli: Mysery.. and SPam.. Monday night.. Tweedle dee -- tweedle DUMB.. Dr. Frank-N-Furter -- Riff Raff.. Let me be honest. Let me be serious. You're really startin' to piss me off, Mys. And you are nothing what you, say you are. And nowhere near as good as you claim to be. You're in a fuckin' fantasy world. You and your dwerfs. J.D. poses more of a threat, than you do. And you're fuckin' oblivious to it -- to everything. And that pisses me off..

I can't stand stupid people..

Ask anyone -- ask how RUTHLESS I can be when pissed off. If I don't like you, trust me, you'll know it. And I don't like you. But you should know this already. I don't like you. And I damn sure DON'T respect you. You're a piece of shit -- to me. You are. I was here when you just gave up and walked to another fed. Because YOU COULDN'T simply do what it takes in this fed. And now, all of a sudden -- you think you're the greatest thing walking in the SIW. Because you got a bunch of fuckin' nobody's behind you..

And I'll be the first to tell you..

None of you measure up. And YOU ARE -- what you surround yourself with. And shut your mouth for a minute, Mys. Look around you. Just take one GOOD look at what's around you. A couple of newbies. And a guy that's been here since the beginning, and he still CAN'T make it in the Main Event. Except for a gmme' -- here and there.

Hate me.. because I speak the truth. Then ask me how much I give a fuck?

I'm just being real..

You don't like it? You can blow me..

In other words? Go fuck yourself. I'll spit in your face.

You got me pissed off, Mys. You're a bitch talking shit. Nothing more. J.D. pissed me off. Then I beat him back to back. And come Red Alert? Your TRUE Reality Check will set in. I will rub it in your face. Simply because you're a bitch. That simple. You're a bitch. And I'm about to beat the breaks off your painted face. This ain't Halloween, bitch. This ain't 1990. Come to reality. So you can watch, when I wear you the fuck out. And see the truth. Something you don't seem to get a concept of -- it's sad. You're sad. Your whole goddamn crew is sad and pathetic. And you lead the losers, because you are a loser. And this is your Reality Check. Bitch.

[Jae kicks back in his chair again, propping his legs on the table.]

JaeVeli: But, first, comes Monday Night Brawl. You and some ugly bitch, against Ali and myself. I will keep her at bay. And whoop both of you, by myself. I'm done playin' with you. It's time to put you in your place. You're done. I'll slap the shit out of that skeezer, and spit in your face. And don't think I won't slap a bitch. Ask Angelica Hunt. When I coal cock'd that bitch, right in front of Titan. Then beat Titan. 1, 2, 3.. In the middle of the ring..

Can you say that?

No, you can't. Why? 'Cause you're a loser, Mys. No, wait. Let me be BLUNT about it..

You're a fucking COWARD. And you've never won the 'big one' -- the one that matters. And I'm not about to let it start here and now. Against me. Fuck that. Screw you. I will BURY your ass. When you're supposed to be wicked, one would assume. You know nothing about WICKED. You only know about losing and heartache. And running like a coward. JaeVeli is wicked. He's Thug Wick'd. He will rip out your eyeballs, and skull fuck you. It's not my gimmick, and I can do it better than you. And you know this. So, you wanna try and turn it around -- and be gangsta like me? Bitch please. You'll never be on my level, hoe. NEVER. Nobody can be as versatile, as me. It's my gift. God gave it to me. And I'm gonna tare you apart with it. With GREAT fucking pleasure..

Bitch.

This is it, lil' man. You're about to get the real course of a JaeVeli Reality Check. I thought J.D. needed it bad. But, you? You put the icing on the cake. And I'm about to blow your candles out. Take your dreams away. Call me Freddie, bitch. All in your head. It's OVER. Ya' got nightmares of JaeVeli murdering you. 'Cause I got it like that. Yeen' know? ..Now, you do. You, and your whole crew?

FUCK you..

I'm 'bout to muthafuck your life. Get on your knees and say your prays, bitch..

[JaeVeli pushes the camera away -- static.]

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