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Roleplay Number:
41] [
2007 W/L/D Record:
16 - 2 - 0] [ People Used: X-PliCit ConTenT] [ People Mentioned: NuTz, Maurice Bad, Titan ]
"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
How it be? Lights, camera, action.. It's just all eyez on me.. Bipolar gun tottin' 'G'.. Don't forget, KusH tokin'? That's me.. Hotdamn.. Just flossin', like dem' ShopBoyz.. Straight bossin'..
When I start crip walkin'; shit talkin'.. Whatcha' gon' do? I'll flick you off my balls.. Stand tall, then watch you fall.. With a Version 1 Reality Check install.. Doubt it? Watch me shout it..
Words flow from my tongue, with ease.. This is tha Reality Check, say cheese.. For this steel-toe boot.. Chyea, this is what gets me tha loot.. When I buck, buck, shoot..
With the left and right hooks.. Stompin' you out.. Makin' 'em look like rooks.. This ain't a flow, fuckboi, this ain't a rap.. Put it on tap.. I'm just talkin', and it's flowing.. My ego just showing; my future just glowing..
This might be weak, but I bet, I beat that ass every other week.. You can't supress God's Given Gift.. Too powerful; it will rise and lift.. And this is no myth.. When I knock back that fifth..
-JaeVeli
|| Saturday, May 26th, 2007, 11:16pm. Club 112(Night Club), Atlanta, Georgia. ||
[Scene fades inside Club 112, a popular night club in downtown Atlanta, Georgia. 'Flossin' by ShopBoyz is being played by the club DJ, as the camera pans over the huge, crowded dance floor, over to one of the many bars around the club. The camera zooms in on JaeVeli, standing at the bar, around strangers, as he waits for the pretty little bartender, wearing a very short skirt, to notice him. Jae watches her every move, patiently waiting, of course. She finally shows Jae attention and says..]
Bartender: What can I get you, baby?
[JaeVeli cracks a smile at her, and replies..]
JaeVeli: Mmm.. Ya number..
Bartender: Haha..
JaeVeli: Nah.. I'm just messin', beautiful.. Let me get two 'Crunk Juices', two shots of Patron chilled, and an Apple Martini, pretty please..
[Jae gives her a friendly smile, as she replies..]
Bartender: Apple Martini?
JaeVeli: Ha.. It's for a friend..
Bartender: I hope your friend is over 21..
[She said, as she slightly smiled at Jae. He smirks and responds..]
JaeVeli: I hope she is too. Ha.. I'm kidding, she is..
[She smirks at Jae, then responds..]
Bartender: Okay..
[The bartender begins to concoct the drinks Jae asked for, as he turns around to see the whole club, and get an observation of his surroundings. He slightly bounces to the beat of the song, being played by the club DJ, as Trey & Cash walk up to him, out of nowhere. YoungCash starts crip walking to the song, and rapping to the lyrics of the song..]
YoungCash: "They gon' hate it.. When we come through Flossin'.."
Trey: Drunk nikka, already.. Jaeeee.. We're headin' to the limo, to smoke an L.. You 'bout it?
JaeVeli: Nah.. I'm straight.. But watch out for tha pigz, huh.. I'm tryin' to get some pussy tonight. So keep this drunk crip walkin' nikka, in line..
Trey: Chyea..
[Trey & Cash walk off, as Jae turns back around to check on the bartender and his drinks. He can't help, but to look her up and down, a few times. As Alizé sneaks up behind him, she notices him looking at the bartender..]
Alizé: You like what you see?
[JaeVeli knows that voice, and turns around quickly. Almost looking guilty, as he turns this situation around, with a smile..]
JaeVeli: Yes, I do..
[He looks at Alizé, up and down, in awe..]
JaeVeli: Do you have a boyfriend, sexy mami?
Alizé: Mmm.. Hmm.. I caught you just glarin'.. like a pervert..
JaeVeli: Whatever.. Don't try that shit with me..
[The bartender finally finishes making the drinks, and Jae slides them closer to him. Two Crunk Juices, two shots of Patron, and a Apple Martini. He slides the Martini over to Alizé, along with a shot of Patron..]
JaeVeli: You ready for this shot of Patron?
Alizé: ..No. I need a chaser..
Jaeveli: Chaser? ..It's chilled Patron.. It will go down smooth, trust me..
Alizé: Fine..
[They tap their shot glasses, knock back the Patron, then slam their shot glasses on the bar. Alizé's facial expression is bitter, for a moment. Making Jae laugh slightly..]
JaeVeli: That's what I'm talkin' about..
[Jae notices the next song being played by the DJ, 'Get it shawty' by Lloyd.]
JaeVeli: You hear what song that is? Time to hit tha dance floor, baby..
[Alizé grabs her Martini, and follows Jae to the dance floor. On the crowded dance floor, she starts grinding on Jae, as the scene fades black..]
|| May 28th, 2007, 6:25pm. Qwest Center, Omaha, Nebraska ||
[Scene fades into a dark room, where one dim light hangs from the ceiling. A dark figure sits under the light, but out of sight. A cloud of cigarette smoke, suddenly consumes the camera screen, as JaeVeli sits up into the dim light, clearing the smoke..]
JaeVeli: Boo..
[The camera notices Jae sitting in a backwards chair, as he takes another drag from his cigarette, exhaling through his nose..]
JaeVeli: I'm dressed in all black, with an 'A' on my hat.. Chris Macavedi has to take a sudden leave.. I guess, I gotta start strong-armin' niggas.. Knockin' heads off. Tha janitor of janitors.. Moping these niggas all over the mat..
I come from the depths of hell.. And it's time to shine. Hold down the Cartel, during Chris' absent. And I'm gonna call this coming out party.. 'Grind 2 Shine'. 'Cause it's what I do, daily.. Grind, grind, grind.. Now it's time to shine, shine, shine.. I'm gonna throw Monday Night Brawl over my shoulder, and run with it.. Hotdamnit.. I'm on that 'come-up'. And strong as ever..
Maurice Bad? ..In my way..
NuTz? ..In my way..
That's Bad for your health.. You think, I care about your well-being? ..Shit. Not when it comes to dem' dolla billz..
Dem' Dead White Presidentz..
It's not personal; strickly business..
I got mad love for my nikka, C-Mac.. But that Heavyweight Gold is just hangin' and waitin' for someone to just grab it..
Who can't resist?
But that's neither here, nor there.. Right now, it's about World Tag Team gold..
Rightfully Cartel's Tag Team Gold..
And if you think for one moment, that just because C-Mac is gone, that JaeVeli won't fight you til' tha death, for our gold.. You're dead wrong..
Here I am.. Ready to flick Mohammed and his dog of my balls, with my paws.. Then proceed to run through the former Heavyweight Champ, and the current Euro Champ..
[JaeVeli winks at the camera, taking a drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly..]
JaeVeli: It is; what it is.. I'll do, what I have to do.. Too get the job down..
I don't think any team in the SiW, has never defended their championship, as much as the Cartel seems too.. But that stems back to the Brawl GM, Tiny. That fat bastard can't stand me. Constantly singling me out.. But I'm not cryin', I think it's funny. Funny how he has to basically steal the Hardcore title from me. But I'm not cryin', he can have that piece of shit title. Now he has something to wipe his big ass with..
Titan, you've done nothing short of throw the book at JaeVeli.. And I'm still standing.. Still defeating whatever chump you toss my way.. Hell, this stems back to when I first came to Brawl, and pinned you, 1, 2, 3..
So easy..
Showed the world your infamous T.C.I. cover.. You lil' dick, muthafu..
Nevermind.. I'm here to stay, Tiny.. As you can see, I'm making myself at home.. Why don't you make me some breakfast, bitch..
[JaeVeli smirks at the camera, taking another drag from his cigarette..]
JaeVeli: It's gonna be a long ride, Kevin.. Let's see how much stamina your rolly-polly ass has..
[JaeVeli said as he exhaled smoke..]
JaeVeli: You're the least of my problems, right now.. I got Maurice, and NuTz breathing down my neck.. And it's time to show 'em, who's boss..
Maurice is gonna slip some promo in, behind my back.. He wouldn't dare want me to have a chance to react, to the words he says to me.. Oh fuck no.. But it's cool.. Be a chump, daddy doesn't care..
You tried to ignore me once.. And I beat you.. And now.. You have no choice, but to accept me.. You see me STANDING tall.. Trust me, Bad.. I won't fall..
Call your boyz, call the police.. I don't give a shit..
I'm gonna whoop some fuckin' ass..
This is only part 1, Bad.. Whatcha' got to say? ..Huh?
None of you boys, are droppin' promos.. The fuck is goin' on? Where you at, NuTz? ..You're the only one, on the Brawl roster, that I haven't beaten.. Though, I've never had the chance too..
Until now.. And you're a big man, on that fuckin' 'juice'.. I got respect for ya.. And I won't let you wrap your hands around me, I know it's over with, after that.. I'm gonna bob & weeve on your swollen ass.. Take your knees out, and serve a Reality Check..
Chyea.. Swerve on 'em..
You ladies better be prepare for a dog fight. JaeVeli doesn't play that shit.. If you come? You better come right.. Or JaeVeli will slip away with the gold, in-hand..
Like Shop Boyz.. Ya'll boyz are gonna hate it; when I come through Flossin'..
And as for later tonight.. In the triple threat tag team match, for the gold? I'll be there, willing and ready.. Don't be late, ladies.. It's Memorial Day.. I got some partying to do, and some girlz to screw..
[JaeVeli takes one last drag from his cigarette, and flicks it at the camera, as the scene fades black..]
