[Scene fades inside a huge Allstate Arena locker room. Where JaeVeli, Maurice Bad, and a few SIW crew members, all stand around each other playing a game of craps.]

JaeVeli: Here it goes. 7, 11, baby. 7, 11..

[JaeVeli slings the dice against the wall, they roll around briefly, one landing on two, the other landing on five. The SIW crew members scream slightly in mental pain, Jae and Maurice laugh. JaeVeli responds about the dice landing on two and five.]

JaeVeli: Two pimps! Five hoes! Gimme' my money, bitches..

SIW Crew Member: Damn!

[Jae snatches up the stack of one dollar bills.]

JaeVeli: Hold it down, Mau. I gotta take a piss.

SIW Crew Member #2: *Mumbles* Take your time.

[Jae laughs, as he walks away. The camera follows him to the bathroom. As it stays to his back, when he steps to a stall. The sound of urine falls, as Jae speaks.]

JaeVeli: Awwwww.. That's like gold. Even looks like gold. But it smells like Mysery..

[Moments pass, as Jae finishes, he shakes, zips, flushes and walks to the counter. He washes his hands, dries them, and leans on the counter.]

JaeVeli: Over and over, Mysery. I think you actually get more stupid by the day. Are you Metalgod's brother? Are the two of you related in some way? I mean, really? I tried to watch that shit, you call a promo. I could barely understand you. I didn't know if you was talking jibberish -- or if you had brain damage. I'm leaning toward brain damage? And you continued to go about my 'carrer'? What is that? If you're talking about my 'CAREER'? It's pronounced 'CAREER', genius. You can't even say the word correctly. Much less, threaten it. So, like I've said already -- you are nothing. And I'm about to pwn your stupid ass, with pleasure..

Then you go on to say you're tired of seeing me with the belt. That's to fuckin' bad, boy. And you can't do anything about it. 'Cause you're garbage. And I believe, I said I was 'tired' of you period, in my last promo. Now, you're tired?

[Jae laughs out loud.]

JaeVeli: What do you wanna copy next? Huh? Copy all you want, bitch. You can't be me, you can't do it like me -- you'll never be the wrestler, I am. You won't. You got to much make-up seeping into your skin, distorting your already retarded train of thought -- state of mind. It's pathetic. You're pathetic..

And you're tired of me ranting on about my thug life? Pssh.. Really, are you stupid? You question my 'blackness' and my thug status -- so I was simply correcting your dumbass. Get it? You're about as stupid Nate. Fuckin' idiots. Don't question my thuggish ways, and I won't shove it in your face. And you won't take MY title. You're a dumbfuck, if you actually think you can. And the only thing coming from your mouth?

Is GARBAGE.

And obviously your memory is just as bad as your stupidity. C-Mac hit me with a bat, not a chair. Maybe somebody hit you with a chair -- one too many times. Stupid. Talking about 'butt tickled' in your promo? Sorry, bruh.. I'm not with that gay shit. And this cage match? You didn't beat me. You beat Craig. I was only in this fed, in this business -- two months. I was a rookie. You're a vet. And you still can't get ahold of MY title. You're garbage..

[Jae laughs again, slapping his hands on the counter.]

JaeVeli: Fuckin' idiot. Your day isn't coming. EVER. You're a no talent, make-up painting, slandering homo. You got nothing. You are nothing..

And the only thing you're taking at Red Alert, that is yours? Is this fucking Reality Check. And you can only wish your feeble little stable could AMOUNT to what the Cartel has done over and over..

Bunch of losers, forming a circle, and jerking each other. You have no fans. You make no sense. You'll be forgotten in a month. Maybe sooner. And the day you beat me fair and square? Well, that day will never happen, period. You're too STUPID. I'm too strong, too smart, too fast, too black, too thuggish, too wicked. You can't hang with me, boy. You can't even HOLD my jock strap, bitch. And I can't wait to run through you -- and send you back to the bottom, where you belong. I need a real challenge. Someone like Scott Chambers, C-Mac, or even J.D. Xtreme. You beat me once -- IT WAS A FLUKE. Thanks to C-Mac's meddlesome ass. Do you know what a FLUKE is? It's kinda like a 'one hit wonder'. And you don't even have a one hit wonder. You barely have a fluke. Boy. I'm gonna beat your ass tonight -- then I'm gonna waltz in Red Alert and rip you apart. Shatter your pathetic ego. Shatter your shitty CAREER. Yes, that's CAREER. Not 'carrer'. Your over -- before you even began. Now, bow down to something greater than you. And take this Reality Check..

[Jae smirks as the scene fades black.]

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