[ People Mentioned: Titan, Maestro, Jason Young ]
 MySpace Music Player"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
I do it for the moment; I do it for the natural high.. I am one; I am all.. I'm above, and beyond.. You bitches ain't shit..
YoungCash: Who are you talkin' too, like that? ..I'm tha blunt rollin' king, son. And you knoooooooow this, maaaaaaan.. Trey: Whatever nikka, spark it, already.. Alizé: Ya'll can't wait until we get to the hotel, to smoke that crap? ..I don't wanna smell like it. YoungCash: Come on, Ali.. We'll have the windows down, while we smoke it to tha head. It'll be okay.. Alizé: Whatever.. I don't care.. [She said, as she continues her convo, on her cellphone. JaeVeli, to her right, still hasn't made a sound, as he's watching the city fly by him. The current time of 4:20, comes around, as YoungCash lights up the blunt..]YoungCash: Right on time, as usual.. [YoungCash hits the blunt a few times, then he hits it again, a few times. Trey, whom is waiting patiently, looks at YoungCash, confused..] Trey: Hey, Cheif Bogart, you wanna pass that shit? YoungCash: You wanna wait your turn? ..I just sparked it, princess.. Trey: You liar.. I'm not your princess. Puff, puff, pass.. Muthafuc.. YoungCash: Put the gun down, killah.. [YoungCash passes the blunt to Trey..] Trey: Finally.. Shit.. YoungCash: Cry baby ass.. [Trey ignores him and smokes on the blunt, as the scene fades black..]
[Scene fades in on a huge Marriot Hotel balcony, JaeVeli is seen sitting back in a balcony lounge chair, smoking a cigarette, and sipping on a glass of Crunk Juice(RedBull & Hennessey). As the sun is starting to fall, Jae is relaxed in the lounge chair, wearing white slippers, over his feet, loose Ralph Lauren blue jeans, a white wife-beater, and his Gucci shades, covering his eyes. He takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly though his nose, he looks at the camera's direction..] JaeVeli: Well, it's about that time. That time of the week, when the Cartel takes over Brawl, and covers Tiny in gasoline, too only be saved by Heaven Lee? You're lucky she has a heart, fatboy. Real lucky. But it was fun, watching the fear in your eye.. Scared the shit out of you, huh? One spark? And you could have been one toasted fat ass.. [JaeVeli smirks has he takes a sip of his Crunk Juice..] JaeVeli: We would have never set you on fire, literally, that is. We're too smart, for that.. But I'm sure we set you on fire, in other ways, huh? It is, what it is.. You mess with the bulls? You get the horns.. Oh, it's true.. The Cartel will defy you, 'til the end.. So you wanna throw some rookies to the wolves? Some inmate and a maestro? The match is already over with. The winner is already decided. I've already given Meastro a Reality Check. I guess this "inmate" Jason Young? Is next.. Inmate? Eww.. I'm scared.. I better not drop the soap, huh? This guy's too pussy, to even show his face, much less, step inside the same ring, as me.. C-Mac & Jae got this on lock.. We'll walk that aisle, with the gold, held close, and the beautiful women, by our side.. Put on a show, for the average joe. And waltz away, still remaining World Tag Team Champions. 'Cause that's how we do it.. We do it big. We do it fresh.. We're simply the best.. It is; what it is.. Maestro? Jason Young? Pssh.. Reality Check.. served.. [JaeVeli winks at the camera, taking a sip from his Crunk Juice, as the scene fades black..]
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