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Roleplay Number:
34] [
W/L/D Record:
5 - 3 - 1] [ People Used:
The Cartel ] [ People Mentioned: Maurice Bad, Natedawg ]
"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
No ryhmes.. this time. Just what I need to stress and put to rest..
Love and Pain; are exactly the same..
Listen to what I say, watch what I do..
I'm coming for you..
|| April 20, 2007, 11:43pm. Atlanta, Georgia, House Party. ||
[Scene fades into an old fashion, Dirty South, JaeVeli invading somebody's home and making it a House Party.. There's about 50 to 75 people enjoying themselves, at this random House Party. JaeVeli and his click, Trey & YoungCash are seen on a huge backporch, turned into a dance floor, with half the people from the party formed in a circle, on the dance floor. 'Wipe Me Down' by Lil' Boosie is playing on the sound system, as JaeVeli waltz into the middle of the circle, of people, and starts to Crip Walk to the music, with a blunt burning and hanging from the left side of his mouth. And of course, a Corona in his left hand. As this happens, YoungCash slides in, to battle JaeVeli in c-walking. JaeVeli backs off, and gives YoungCash his room to c-walk, out of respect. YoungCash does his walk, and moves toward Jae, taking the blunt from Jae's mouth, and smokes it, as he c-walks back into the middle of the circle. Jae shakes his head "no", then cocks his Atlanta Brave fitted hat to the side, over his Gucci Shades, and proceeds to c-walk, once again into the circle, not backing down. YoungCash steps back, near Trey, giving Jae his space, and passing the blunt to Trey. Just so Jae won't take it from him. Obviously Jae c-walks toward Trey & YoungCash. And takes the blunt from Trey, and throws it in the middle of the circle, of people, on the ground. He starts to crip walk back toward the blunt, and shuffles right on top of it, smashing it into the concrete. JaeVeli turns around, looking at Trey & Cash, and still c-walking, with a grin, he takes a sip from his Corona. And knowing he just expressed who owns the blunt, and where it came from. YoungCash laughs and says "This muthafucka", while looking at Trey, then looking back at Jae, as the scene fades black..]
|| April 21, 2007, 1:34am. Atlanta, Georgia, House Party. ||
[Scene fades back in, this time, in the drive-way of the same house party. JaeVeli is seen leaning his back on some random vehicle, in the drive-way, Alizé stands directly across from him. She doesn't seem to happy, as Jae seems slightly drunk.]
Alizé: What's wrong with you?
JaeVeli: Nuttin's wrong with me, I'm Supaman, baaby..
[JaeVeli said with a smirk, making Alizé sigh..]Alizé: You are just unbelievable, sometimes. I just..
JaeVeli: Just what? ..Say it..
[JaeVeli stands straight up, towering Ali. But she doesn't budge, as she stands her ground..]Alizé: What are you gonna do, Jae?! You gonna hit me, now? Huh?
[Alizé said, as she gets right in his face, looking up at him. JaeVeli smirks, and doesn't back down, and stares her right in her eyes. As he attempts to take her, seriously.]
JaeVeli: Whatcha' gon' do, bad ass? Huh?
Alizé: I won't do nothing. I'll just walk away, Jae. I'll walk away..
JaeVeli: Then fuckin' walk away! ..I'm tellin' ya..
[Alizé glares at him, in his eyes..]
Alizé: You're an asshole..
[Alizé said, as she walked away. JaeVeli was in the prime of his partying, he didn't care, that she was walking away. She walks to the front door of the house, as a intoxicated young male, opens the door from the inside. He looks at Alizé, and falls in love, quickly. The music from inside the house is playing outside, with the front door open. The intoxicated male steps out and tries to dance with Alizé, as he says "Let's dance, mami..". He starts grabbing on her booty, as Jae notices what's occuring, he's right beside them, in a matter of seconds. Jae grabs the guy, by the back of his neck, and slams him onto the front-lawn. The guy's to drunk, he doesn't even know what just hit him. Mind you, Jae may be just as drunk, to be fair. Alizé sticks her head inside the front door and screams for Trey. As him and Cash weren't to far away, they got there quickly. Jae was in attack mode already, and smothers the guy in one-two boxing punches. Trey & YoungCash rush Jae, to hold him back..]Alizé: Stop it, Jae!
[Trey & Cash finally hold him back, as he just calms down. The intoxicated male rolls around slowly in pain. When Jae says "I'm cool" and pushes Trey & Cash off of him, with an attitude. He walks away, toward his 69' Chevy Cutlass sitting on 22' inch rims.]
Alizé: Jae! ..Where are you goin'?
[He doesn't respond, he doesn't even turn around. Ali looks at Trey & Cash.]
Alizé: Do somethin'!
YoungCash: Come on Ali, this is Jae, we're talkin' about..
Alizé: ..Whatever.
[She said, with an attitude. Trey & Cash just walk away. As Jae starts the engine. Alizé just stares at Jae, with a blank expression. When he turns his sound system up, vibrating the ground, and hits the gas, while the car is still in park. He starts to squeel his tires, as he throws it in drive, and whips the vehicle around, making a u-turn, and speeding down the road, with a loud engine, loud sound system, and setting off a few car alarms, in the process. The camera zooms back in on Alizé. She goes striaght for her cellphone and tries to call Jae, on his cellphone. The camera switches over to Jae, whom now is driving safely through the neighborhood, with his sound system still up. He stops at a red light, and notices his cellphone lit up, as it lays on the passenger seat. He picks it up, look's at his caller-id, and throws it back on the seat. The light turns green, as Jae begins to drive forward, he notices a Police Squad Car, coming from the other direction. He turns his system down low, and coast down to the speed limit. When he passes by the police squad car, without even looking in that direction. The police officer inside the squad car, does the opposite, and stares Jae's vehicle down, assuming the worst, of course. But this time the police officer just continues to travel his way, as Jae gets on the ramp to I-95 Highway, turning his system right back to where he had it before. As he punches the gas, reaching about 65mph, just as he gets completely on I-95. He reaches close to 82mph and rides it out, when a suped up '07 Eclipse gets in the next lane to where Jae is. The Eclipse taps the gas, making the front-end of the car, be ahead of Jae's vehicle. For a moment, then slows back down to Jae's pace. Jae looks over and smiles, with his system vibrating the entire car. He looks back at the road ahead of him, not speeding up. Then he waits for it, and waits for it.. Then he punches the gas-pedal, once again, leaving the Eclipse behind. He's now traveling around 95mph, when the Eclipse is out of sight, he slows down to 85mph, and turns his system down, listening to his engine, with his window down. The camera zooms in on Jae from the right-side of the backseat. As he begins to speak..]
JaeVeli: Maurice Bad, I'm tellin' ya.. You don't know, who you're callin' a young punk. Young punk? How ya figure? ..We're the same age. Oh.. you must mean, I act like a young punk?
Fuck you, Maurice..
How you like them apples?
That punk enough for you? Huh? Baddest Man on the Planet? ..You can't see me. My intimidation runs through you, too deep..
You know, I can take you down. I know, I can take you down. Bad-Lock? ..Sad-Lock..
[JaeVeli swerves into the left lane, and passes a van. Then he swerves back into the right lane, and cruises..]
JaeVeli: Why are you hiding Maurice? You got another tank-job, up ahead?
Why are you hiding like the masked man, who decided to assault me from the back, last week. Like a goddamn bitch..
Pussy tactics..
And don't worry, masked fatboy.. I know who you are.. But I'll play along with your game.. But remember, you're not fooling me, son. And I know you want my Hardcore strap. But you better give some blood, sweat, and tears, for this business, before you even image a title shot. Get it?
Good..
Speak when spoken too..
Now you're allowed to speak..
JaeVeli just spoke to you..
Quit hiding, pussy..
Take your first SiW beatdown, boi..
Reality Check.. Served..
On top of my game, I am, son.. And about to be on top of the SiW, along with the rest of The Cartel.. We run this.. We control this.. Because, we are the push; that makes you move..
Maurice, I told you, what was gonna happen last Monday.. And look at you, now! Mr. 0-2 comeback record for Brawl.. I told you.. You fuck.. I told you..
Look past me, again.. Lose to me, again.. Son..
Face it.. You're an undercover hater..
And I'm just a ghetto nigga.. I know nothing else.. And won't forget where I come from..
Tha Realest of the Realest..
From the gutter.. Can't you tell?
I feel no shame..
Steady ridin', gainin' fame..
Maurice Bad.. every Joe-Blow, and the entire SiW, as a group, won't forget the name.. JaeVeli..
Embedded in your brain.. Forevermore..
My ego's ridin' pretty high, right now, huh? Bad? ..You gonna bring it down, like you said you was gonna do, last week? ..When you..
Failed..
Again?
Facing me? ..And this will be the pattern, for you..
No?
Try me..
I dare you to give me a title shot.. Put something on the line, so I can see the real Maurice Bad..
But it won't happen. SiW doesn't wanna see a real G, like me, holding the main gold. Too many haters.. Everywhere I go.. I see you hatin'.. Contemplatin' on how to take me down..
I could give a fuck, I'm ballin' right now.. Like Lil' Scrappy.. I got money in tha bank, bitch..
Maurice Bad.. I dare you to respond to my promo. I dare you, you match tankin' son-bitch.. Tell me how you're gonna tear me down, so I can rip you apart.. verbally, then physically..
The chain of reaction..
World Champion? ..With all due respect, I'll demolish this claimed "World Champion"..
Oh yea.. I talk the talk, slut..
But don't get it twisted..
I walk the walk..
Check my stats, G..
Hate me for it? So be it..
I'm all about it..
And I'm not goin' anywhere.. You'll just have to get over it.. One way, or another..
[JaeVeli glances back at the camera and winks, then looks back at the road..]
JaeVeli: How did I tell Craig? ..Oh yea.. Build a bridge; get the fuck over it..
Maurice, Maurice, Maurice.. Bad, Bad, Bad.. JaeVeli's still in your face, and you're looking like a bitch..
Yeah, I said it..
What?
Get on my level, Bad.. Meet me in the middle of ring.. Fight me like a man.. Show your face.. Already..
Another main event match, and against the so-called World Champion? ..You know I'm gonna raise the stakes.. And continue the melee..
And C-Mac is the special ref? You know all about C-Mac, Maurice.. That guy whom has walked away from nine of your Bad-Locks? Nine? ..What's wrong, Bad? You better hit the weights, before Full Force comes staring you in the face, before you know it..
Full Force? Ha.. tha powers to be, wanna throw me in a match verse three other unknown opponents, for the Cartel's World Tag Team titles..
What's wrong with this picture?
For one it's a handicap match for the World Tag Team straps.. Get it?
This is just Small Ballz, hatin' on me, as usual.. Tryin' to make me fall.. He's been at it for awhile..
I'd say.. he's gettin' pretty desperate now..
But it doesn't matter.. He can throw anyone in the SiW, at me..
Set 'em up, Titan.. And I'll continue to knock 'em down..
Best believe.. Like I said before.. I don't deceive..
Hence tha Reality Check.. Served..
Reality? ..I got three bitches, hiding behind a mask, sniffin' my ass.. And I won't address you, until you face me like a man. Get it? Homos? Try and plot, but The Cartel's right here, waitin'.. Make your move bitches.. Get beatdown Cartel style, and run back to the rock, you came from under..
You cockroaches..
I'll work you, just like I'm gonna work the Champ, this Monday.. I'm tha Busdriver..
I'm takin' all you sluts, to school..
You should know, damn well.. Not to get me all crunked up.. I won't shut up..
As I pin you.. 1, 2, 3..
Chyea..
Half of you, wanna be me, the other half wanna be with me..
King to be.. Legend in the fuckin' making..
Before your very eyes.. Brace yourself.. Perfection has arrived.. Maurice Bad.. be ready to be made an example of JaeVeli's path to the top.. Cream of the crop.. Makin' you drop..
World Champ?
Come see me.. I'll show you a TRUE Champ.. Double Champ, could be Triple Champ..
Yes.. Triple Champ..
You don't want know of this, boy.. Big PimPin' will run through you and over you..
Open your eyes.. Watch me..
I'm drinkin' all that Hennessey, down heeeere..
You tired of hearin' me talk, Bad?
Then get off your ass, and do something about it..
I'm in your face, talkin' and walkin'.. what I speak.. What I'm about to do.. Go right through you.. Like a chump..
Far from a champ..
Chump..
You won't show it, Bad.. But I know, you despise me.. You can't hide it.. I can read you like a book, boy..
Right about now? You're realizing I'm on your level.. but higher..
Whatcha' gonna do about it? Continue to hide? Tank another match? Save your body for the beating of your life, at Full Force? Verse C-Mac?
I know you're a pretty smart guy, Bad. And you can pull your own weight.. I won't deny that.. You earned that gold around your waist.. Against a weak Carnage brand..
But you're still champ..
And I did respect you, for that.. But you refuse to acknowledge the beast in your face.. And when you disrespect me.. I will disrespect you..
Got it?
When I see you in that ring, Bad, one on one, for the first time? I'm gonna bitch-slap you, that simple.. And let you have a reaction..
Just to see it..
So bet your bottom dollar, I will do another promo, and bury your ass, bitch..
