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Roleplay Number:
44] [
2007 W/L/D Record:
16 - 2 - 0] [ People Used: X-PliCit ConTenT] [ People Mentioned: Matt Uzi, NuTz, 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
Big shit poppin', and lil' shit stoppin'.. Do it to the maximum..
This is it, I'm so sick with it, I hafta' hit a lick with it.. Fed up, I'm 'bout to wet 'em up.. With my left boot, Reality Checks, bitch-slaps, and steel chairs.. I got a defense like the 85' Chicago Bears..
So Uzi slithered, SUCKED his way out of Desperate Measures?
Fuck that!
Wipin' my black ass, with your 'legacy'? My fuckin' pleasure..
Suck that!
No, I didn't win, but I'm still here, bringin' it back.. Standing my ground, shootin' my roundz.. So too speak.. Smokin' dis' KusH? By the poundz.. Blunt, bong, joint.. I KEEPS this shit on point.. Ya, I said keeps.. But I won't disappoint..
What's that? ..No respect? Fuck that.. Take this Reality Check.. You did what to Enigma? You'll know I'm real, when I break your neck.. I'm not goin' anywhere, Uzi.. I won't disconnect..
I'm this, I'm that.. But not one can question my heart.. You commence to speak Uzi, but all I can hear is a pussy fart.. Ambigous? ..Just think about it.. JaeVeli is always 'bout it..
Uzi, I'm something you'll never forget.. Rest a sure.. It's the floor you hit.. Welcome to Jae's Blog.. You can't see me, through tha 'fog'.. When I lurk.. When I perp.. These niggaz start to churp..
Ha.. my poem to you? Don't flatter yourself..
Fuck you.. I will own you..
-JaeVeli
|| Sunday, June 24th, 2007, 11:24pm. General Motors Place, Vancouver, British Columbia. ||
[Scene fades in minutes after Desperate Measures has ended. Backstage, in the hallways of the General Motors Place. The camera catchs JaeVeli from his backside, walking through the hallway, to a particular door. He reaches the door, and without notice or any sign.. He kicks the door open, slinging the door off the hinges. JaeVeli walks into the room, grabbing a computer chair, nearby, and throws it across the room, smashing a mirror on the wall. The mirror shadders into a thousand pieces, as Jae doesn't pay the shaddered mirror any attention..]
JaeVeli: Muthafucka!!
[Suddenly Jae seems to become dizzy, he wobbles slightly, as he grabs his head, with both hands. He sits down on a couch, from behind him. Leaning over, resting his elbows on his thighs, as he tries to gather his composure..]
JaeVeli: I don't give a fuck..
I'ma still stomp a hole in your face..
[JaeVeli looks at the coffee table, in front of him, and tosses it to the ceiling, making a loud crash. The scene fades black..]
|| July 2nd, 2007, 8:42pm. Glendale Arena, Glendale, Arizona. ||
[Scene fades in during Monday Night Brawl 'dark matches', as a match has just ended. The start of Brawl is minutes away, as the camera pans the arena, showing a packed house. The crowd is restless, awaiting Monday Night Brawl, as JaeVeli's new intro music, 'Wipe Me Down' by Lil' Boosie begins to play over the speaker system. As the first verse of the song begins to start, JaeVeli c-walks onto the Monday Night Brawl stage. Getting a mixed reaction from the crowd, Jae stops at the beginning of the ramp, connected to the stage. He slightly bounces his shoulders to the beat of his intro music, while standing his ground, on the edge of the stage. He soaks in the atmosphere of the arena, then works his way down the ramp, and toward ringside. He jumps up on the right side ring apron, once again, absorbing the atmosphere of the arena. Letting his music play, as long as possible, he steps inside the ring, and requests for a microphone. Without waiting, he gets a mic, and slowly paces around the ring, gathering his thoughts..]
JaeVeli: Cut the f***in' music..
[In that very moment, the music stops, as another mixed reaction is given toward JaeVeli..]
JaeVeli: Wipe me down..
[Jae stands directly in the middle of the ring, with no more pacing, as he brushes his left shoulder off. And begins his rant..]
JaeVeli: I ain't gonna lie.. I just had two shots of Patron. Before I stumbled out here.. So bare with me, Glendaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaale!
[Jae gets a small pop from the crowd, but he quickly interupts them..]
JaeVeli: Shut the f..
[Jae stops himself from saying anything inappropriate..]
JaeVeli: Who cares about Glendale? It's like 109 degrees, in this mutha****a..
[Glendale natives give a chorus of 'boos' toward Jae. He doesn't care, as he proceeds..]
JaeVeli: I can't stop cussing. The f*** is goin' on? ..Pssh, f*** it..
Wipe me down!
[Jae slightly laughs at himself, but then realizes that about 12,000 people are watching him. He cracks a smile, then proceeds..]
JaeVeli: Matt Uzi.. The new SIW Champion.. Congr.. No.. Keep dreamin' b****..
Wait..
Take Trev's genitals outcha' mouth, and listen to a nigga, you're gonna LOVE to HATE..
You keep that belt warm for the Cartel.. 'Cause if it's not me? Then I KNOW C-Mac will reign supreme..
Come on.. Maurice is in la-la land..
Then who's left? ..NuTz?
[Jae stops briefly, as he cracks a smirk..]
JaeVeli: NuTz seems to think I'm the fastest rising, and recently, the fastest declining superstar?
What?!
..Must be the roidz talkin'. And they're gonna get you f***ed up..
I'll admit, I was coastin' for a few weeks.. But that's none of your business. Why is my name even in your mouth? Shouldn't you be worried about that jobber, that you gotta defend your Euro strap against? Sounds like a real tough match. You might wanna prepare yourself, huh? ..Then talk to me, when you get back to back main event matches on this very show, son..
I know, I know, slow your roll, cupcake.. I'm only talking about 2007..
Better yet.. Put your money, where your mouth is.. Give me a title shot.. I dare you..
[Jae finds the closest camera, and winks once. As the crowd disagrees with the way, Jae just spoke about the SiW European Champion NuTz..]
JaeVeli: I'm just bein' real.. I'm not gonna lie to you.. I'm not.
Mr. Maurice Bad.. The Baddest Man on the Planet.. One tough son-bitch.. And I'm facing him, in a Submission Match? Tonight?
McColl!
You put down one hater.. And another one pops up.. Like a f***in' Drug Lord.. Like a f***in' cockroach..
But it is, what it is.. And I'm glad this is a submission match.. I've been working on a new submission hold. That I've coined the 'Gangsta Grip'. And as soon as you turn your back on me, Bad.. Nothing but Gangsta Grip..
Think about it.. You're standing there, slightly groggy.. JaeVeli's coming from your blindside, and puts a relentless half-nelson chokehold on you? Then slips it into a half-nelson chokehold in the camel clutch position? What are you gonna do? When I throw my 256 pounds on your back? With my guns holding you in a chokehold? What is Maurice Bad gonna do? Hit me with a leg-lock? I mean Bad-Lock? Pssh.. Desperation will make me overcome that.. You corner a man with two free arms, you're playing with the devil..
It becomes a sequence of events..
But don't misunderstand me, Bad.. Anytime I step inside the ring, with you? I take it very serious. You're a very dangerous man. And I will proceed with precaution.. And god damnit, I hate losing. So when you see me, Bad, you see all of me. And you know this.. You know, you're gonna hafta bust your ass, work hard, to make me tap.. And if you don't believe that.. Then you already lost..
I know you don't respect me, and that's cool. I'm not asking for it. I just wanna make you tap to the Gangsta Grip.. If I lock it in? With my strength? Divine Intervention is the only thing saving you.. Or some chump in the back, who can't mind his f***ing business..
July 2nd, 2007.. Marks the birth of the Gangsta Grip.. Version 1: Gangsta Grip Bad.
Oh, it's true..
JaeVeli is coming full-circle.. I can hit you with speed, power.. I can hit you with those unforgiven steel steps.. I'm that 5-tool player in the MLB..
A legend in the making.. You better believe it..
[The crowd doesn't agree, as they give a chorus of boos..]
JaeVeli: Shut up.. Save your breath.. You can't deny skillz.. You can't deny the truth..
You can look away.. But it's still there, in your face..
Maurice Bad will tap to JaeVeli, tonight.. Among other things..
[JaeVeli smirks as he drops the mic. His music starts to play again, as the scene fades black..]
