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Roleplay Number:
40] [
2007 W/L/D Record:
16 - 2 - 0] [ People Used: X-PliCit ConTenT] [ People Mentioned: Titan, Maestro, Maurice Bad ]
"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
|| May 13th, 2006, 8:13pm. Atlanta, Fulton County Jail ||
[Scene fades in a corridor, inside the Fulton County Jail, a corridor that leads to the D-Block, 4th floor. The camera catches a slightly younger JaeVeli, standing in front of the door that leads to the D-Block. As he's wearing the orange Fulton County Jail jumpsuit, handcuffs chained from his wrist to his ankles, a Correctional Officer stands next to him..]Correctional Officer: Open up, D-Block!
[The steel bar door slides open, making a loud thump. JaeVeli and the C.O. step through the door..]Correctional Officer: Close D-Block!
[The door slides shut, making another loud thump. Jae and the middle-aged C.O., walk down the long aisle, of cellblocks. The chains wrap around Jae, rattle as he walks, he shows no expression, keeping his head up, high..]Correctional Officer: You enjoy your 48 hours, in the hole, son?
[Jae doesn't respond, he barely looks at him, giving him a gangsta glare, from the corner of his eye. As the C.O. just shrugs it off.]Correctional Officer: I guess not..
[They finally reach a certain cellblock, and stop walking. As the camera focuses on the letter "H" above the cell block.]Correctional Officer: Open cell block H!
[The cell door slides open, making a loud thud. The C.O. takes the chains off of Jae, as he then walks inside the cellblock.]
Correctional Officer: Close block H!
[The cell block door slides shut, making another loud thud.]Correctional Officer: And you have sweetdreams, cupcake. Don't let the bed bugs bite..
[The C.O. winks at Jae and walks off, while Jae just ignores him, and sits down on the edge of his cott. He relaxes his elbows on his thighs, as his head starts to drop. Keeping his elbows relaxed on his thighs, he raises his hands over his head, to hold them there. Looking at the ground, he slowly closes his eyes. Moments pass, he starts to speak.]JaeVeli: Dear Lord, I pray that you will bless me, indeed.. Do something, so big in my life that it is obviously from you.. Increase my influence and opportunities, for you. And give me a sense of your continual presence and direction.. Protect me and keep me out of Satan's traps. I pray you'll be my eyes, and watch me, where I journey. And help me to be wise, in times when I don't know. Let this be my prayer, when I lose my way.
Lead me to a place, a place where I'll be safe.. Guide me with your grace.. Amen..
[One single tear drops down, from Jae's left cheek. As the scene fades black..]
|| May 14th, 2007, 7:34pm. Midland, Texas, Grande Communications Arena. ||
[Scene opens in a meeting room, inside the Grande Communications, home of Monday Night Brawl, May 14th. Jack Kent is seen sitting at a huge table, with empty chairs around him. The camera pans to the other side of the table, to see JaeVeli, with Trey & Cash. Trey being on Jae's right, and YoungCash sitting on the left. They both sit back in their respected black leather computer chairs, as Jae sits up, resting his arms on the table. He has his cellphone laying on the table, directly in front of him. The camera pans out, getting a shot of everyone, as Jack Kent begins to speak..]Jack Kent: Good evening, guys.. Everyone feeling alright?
JaeVeli: Sup Jack..
YoungCash: Feelin' euphoric, Jack..
Trey: ..Jack, this nikka, can't even spell euphoric.
YoungCash: E-U-P-H-O-R-I-C.. Euphoric, f***boi. You better let him know, Jack..
Trey: Jack can't help you.. Now spell.. hermaphrodite, 'cause that's you..
JaeVeli: You're both hermaphrodites.. Jack, just move on with the interview.. These two will go all night..
Jack Kent: Okaaay.. JaeVeli, you are one of the hottest wrestlers in the SIW, currently. People are putting you and Chris Mac, as number one and number two on the Brawl Brand, respectedly. Who can you thank for this success? ..Mr. Double Champion?
[JaeVeli smirks toward Jack's question, then takes the question serious..]JaeVeli: Myself, Jack.. Myself.. And all these haters comin' out the woodwork.. They drive me toward success; holdin' my head high..
Nothing against C-Mac.. He's one of the greatest to grace the SiW ring. Ya feel me? ..Nothing against the Cartel.. With, or without them.. JaeVeli was gonna shine in this business. It's my destiny.. I'm just that much more brighter, under the Cartel's wing.. And I got love for the Cartel, I am part of the Cartel, very much.. They go to war; I go to war.. They fall; I fall.. They ball; I ball..
YoungCash: Chyea!
Jack Kent: Alright.. Tonight, yourself, Trey & Cash, face Maestro, Maurice Bad, and Titan, in a triple tag match.. Are the three of you, prepared mentally, and physically for this match? Titan is a very large man, and Maurice Bad is a former Champion, a very skilled wrestler, a very dangerous man..
JaeVeli: Jack, you think I got to this point in my career, by underestimating my opponents? Come on, Jack. This is JaeVeli, you're talkin' too..
Jack Kent: Good point, Jae.. But what about Trey & Cash? This is their first 'real' match, here in the SiW..
JaeVeli: That's true.. But I've been to the depths of hell, with these two. They can pull their own weight, while Tha Boss serves Reality Checks..
Maurice is the only one, worth anything, on that team.. Compared too..
Maestro? ..Who? The guy that Titan threw too the wolves? ..Whom now is running scared?
Riiight..
Speaking of Small Balls.. Titan, you're all over JaeVeli's back, week in; week out.. Why? You want to shut me up? Is that it? I speak too confident, for you? Too conceited? Too full of myself? Huh?
Maybe it's because I don't smile in your face, and talk shit behind your back?
You know me, Tiny.. I'll tell it, like it is, as I'm smiling in your face.. Over and over again.. You don't like that?
B-O-O
H-O-O..
You've done thrown the worst SiW has to offer, at me; to the best Brawl can offer, outside of the Cartel..
Trey: Oh, it's true..
YoungCash: So true..
Jack Kent: Can't argue with that.. But Titan is the General Manager of Brawl.. He can continue to be a thorn in your side, for sometime. If he chooses..
YoungCash: Head nigga, in charge..
[JaeVeli glances over at YoungCash, slightly raising his left eyebrow, toward his comment. Jae turns his attention back to Jack..]
JaeVeli: Anyway.. That works both ways.. I can be a degenerate, among others, with me.. and drive Titan to the nuthouse. He's a big man, and big men, have big tempers.. It will get the best of him, eventually. It's gotta be hard enough, just walking around with those grapefruits between his legs..
[Jack looks at Jae, slightly confused..]
Jack Kent: Grapefruit? Between his legs?
YoungCash: His f*****' ball sack, Jack! ..Damn.
Jack Kent: Well, I wouldn't know..
Trey: You wouldn't?
Jack Kent: *Confused* ..No.
JaeVeli: Leave Jack alone, Trey. He's pretty fly, for a white guy..
[Trey & Cash both look at Jae, at the same time, in confusion..]JaeVeli: What?
Jack Kent: So Jae.. Do you have any final thoughts, for the end of this short interview?
JaeVeli: Does a fat baby burp, Jack?
Jack Kent: Yes..
JaeVeli: Rhetorical, Jack.. That was rhetorical..
Jack Kent: My apologies..
[Jae ignores Jack Kent and turns his atttention toward the camera..]
JaeVeli: Final thoughts? Maestro? You're nothing, I'm already lookin' past you..
Titan.. You're fat, out of shape, and your belly has swallowed your dick. We'll be glad to take this time, to take out the General Manager's knees.. 'Cause what's a big man, without knees?
YoungCash: Jobba the Hut?
JaeVeli: Perhaps.. But all my attention, will be occupied by the former Heavyweight Champion, Maurice Bad..
The match hasn't even started, the show hasn't even started.. And he's callin' a 'mystery' man on the phone.. Who could it be, Maurice? That piece of shit, Nate? ..It's all about Affirmative Action! We are the best tag team ever! And blah fucking blah.. The best tag team, with a 9 match losing streak? And no gold, whatsoever?
Don't get me wrong, I know how good you are, Maurice.. I don't deny it.. You're a great talent; one of the best in this buisness..
And you can call Jesus himself, Bad.. I really don't care. But whoever you call? ..The Cartel will run through them, and you.. As many times, it takes..
But that's all down the road. When it comes, it comes.. But for tonight? Umm, yea.. I got really drunk last night. Three sheets to tha wind, actually.. So I'm a lil' under the weather, tonight.. But I'm not backing out, or down, as you can see..
I'm right here. And we'll see you Three Stooges in the ring, tonight.. Don't be late, ladies..
[JaeVeli winks at the camera, as the scene fades black..]
