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Roleplay Number:
43] [
2007 W/L/D Record:
16 - 2 - 0] [ People Used: X-PliCit ConTenT] [ People Mentioned: Matt Uzi, NuTz, Maurice Bad, Jason Young ]
"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
Back up in tha spot.. JaeVeli 'Tha Don', gettin' so hott.. I play it smart.. Now I'm solo.. These niggaz wanna start.. Natedawg, Impulse, Maurice Bad?
So sad..
I hafta go Tupac on these niggaz.. Ha, so had..
Watch me gangsta walk on, not one, not two.. But three skeezers.. I'm runnin' through.. Take it to tha bank, place your bets.. Hotdamnit.. This is as hot, as it gets.. Can you feel me?
Since day one? ..I'm still me.. Droppin' this jobber, and workin' tha mic like no one else can.. I'm that nigga with tha Master Plan.. Who talks like me? Who walks like me? What I bring? ..You can't see; you can't be.. Silly muthafucka, you think I'm tryin' to rap.. Shit, I'm just talkin', and puttin' JaeVeli on tha map..
Fuck rap; fuck you.. Get it straight, this is all about me.. not you.. SiW Heavyweight Championship? Pssh.. I'm about to heavyweight camp with this..
So fuckin' fresh and clean.. Naw meen'?
-JaeVeli
|| Friday, June 15th, 2007, 5:16pm. Atlanta, Georgia. ||
[Camera fades in on a street sign, that displays "Bankhead Ave.". Children can be heard screaming and playing in the background, along with loud music vibrating the ground, and the camera. The camera pans out, showing a classic 69' Chevy Cutlass, sitting on 22' inch high-polished chrome wheels. Also the source of where the music is coming from. The camera zooms inside the classic chevy, to see JaeVeli in the driver seat, waiting on the green light. His windows are halfway down, as a cloud of smoke spills outside the driver side window. The camera switches inside the vehicle, showing JaeVeli puffing on a blunt, with the music from his Cutlass still vibrating the camera, slightly. JaeVeli looks to his right, noticing a group of kids on the corner, crip-walking to the music, he's playing. Jae slightly smirks, as the red light turns green. Without hesitation, he creeps off slowly, as the bright sun reflects off of his chrome wheels. Blinding you, if you even glance in that direction. JaeVeli, now with the blunt hanging from his mouth, is driving the vehicle with his left hand. He takes his right hand and changes the song on his touch-screen cd player. Changing the song to 'Get High To This' by Lil' Wyte. He changes to the outside lane, of a two-way four lane road. That's two lanes for each direction, just incase..? He pulls up on another red light, and stops, as he glances in his side mirror, noticing a car with atleast two young females, pulling up next to him. He turns his music down halfway, as they pull up next to him, and stop. Already, they're checking out his chrome wheels, that automatically reflect brightly off of they're car. JaeVeli glances over to them, with his Gucci shades covering his eyes, they glance as well, shyly, maybe even slightly frightened. JaeVeli cracks a smirk, taking a drag from his blunt. His cell phone starts to ring, he grabs it from the center console, and looks at the caller id. It displays the name "G.A.". Before Jae can answer it, the light turns green. He drives through the light, then answers his cell..]
JaeVeli: Speak..
[Jae puts his cell on speakerphone, so he can drive and smoke..]
G.A.: What it do.. Niggaaa?
JaeVeli: Did you handle it?
[Jae gets no responce..]
JaeVeli: Hey bitch!
G.A.: Damn, what nigga?!
JaeVeli: The fuck.. Am I speaking spanish? Did.. You.. Handle.. It..?
G.A.: ..Not yet, but I will..
JaeVeli: You procrastinatin' hoodrat slut..
G.A.: Aye.. Woah.. Procrast-a-what?
JaeVeli: Dumbass nig..
[Jae notices another call coming in, the caller id displays "Alizé" on the screen.]
JaeVeli: Hold on..
G.A.: Yeah..
[Jae places the blunt in the ashtray, as he hits a random button on his cellphone, and proceeding to drive..]
JaeVeli: 'Sup, baby?
[As Jae awaits a responce, he drives by a local church, with a billboard in front, with a Jesus Christ quote, that reads "What shall it profit a man, if he gains the whole world, but loses his soul..". Jae doesn't really pay any attention to the quote, as Alizé speaks..]
Alizé: Hey.. What are you doing?
JaeVeli: Driving.. What are you doin'?
Alizé: Shopping..
Jaeveli: Figures..
Alizé: Whatever.. Are you sober?
JaeVeli: No.. I took two percocets, 'bout an hour ago.. Why?
Alizé: Figures..
JaeVeli: *Sarcasm* Cute..
Alizé: Yes, I am, very.. That's why you love me..
JaeVeli: Riiight, right.. You ready for that Diva Water Fight, next Monday? ..I know, I am.. Ya know, other than seeing Jill wet.. Ugh..
[Jae cringes sarcastically..]
Alizé: That's mean..
JaeVeli: It is; what it is..
Alizé: Mmm.. Hmm.. Well Heaven's in the water fight, so I feel pretty comfortable..
JaeVeli: True.. I'll be close by too..
Alizé: I'm sure you will..
[Alizé said, as a police car speeds by Jae, with his police sirens on..]
Alizé: Where are you?
JaeVeli: Zone 3..
Alizé: Ugh.. Nothing but trouble.. *pause* Baby, let me call you back. My mom is calling me, again..
JaeVeli: Aiight..
[Jae presses the 'end button' on his cellphone, and turns his sound system up, half-way..]
JaeVeli: Matt Uzi will fear JaeVeli..
[Jae said, as the scene faded black..]
|| June 17th, 2007, 11:34pm. Harbor Docks, Seattle, Washington ||
[Scene fades in on the Seattle, Washington, on the local harbor docks. The moonlight shines down, on a misty Seattle night. As the camera pans around to see a dark figure, standing near a railing, on the deck. The camera zooms in closer, to see JaeVeli leaning on the rail of the dock, smoking a cigarette. He exhales smoke rings, before speaking..]
JaeVeli: What? You're name-calling me? Like it's 7th grade?
No?
..I make you laugh? And make you sick at the sametime?
[Jae takes a pull from his cigarette, and exhales slowly..]
JaeVeli: Should I pat myself on the back? Huh? ..Uzi?
Big mouth?
Yeah, maybe.. What the fuck are you gonna do about it? ..Cry? Huh, cupcake? ..On your lil' blog, squaking about sitting at home.. Yeah, your first mistake..
You're sitting on your ass.. JaeVeli's puttin' in work, boy..
You think, I'm a punk.. But I bet, I put you back in your fuckin' place..
When I slap the taste.. oucha' mouth..
You can't even beat Doogan on Carnage..
And you think, you can beat me?
[Jae smirks, as he takes another drag from his cigarette. Exhaling as he begins to speak, again..]
JaeVeli: Maybe you can, maybe you can't..
I know you're a legend in this business. Silly rabbit.. I've been asking for a chance to face you, all year.. Look it up..
As Desperate Measures marks the death of 'Uzimania'..
You can't handle JaeVeli, Matt.. You're past your prime, and I'm just that much better than you.. No?
Let's see.. Duane Doogan exploited you..
And JaeVeli's gonna kill you..
Take it to the bank.. bitch..
With all due respect..
[JaeVeli winks at the camera, taking another drag from his cigarette..]
JaeVeli: See Matt.. Somewhere along the line.. You lost that killer-instinct. Yes, it's true..
And when I lean back, as I kick your jaw, into the back of your neck.. You will KNOW what killer-instinct feels like..
What you've done before.. Means nothing now.. That's the past. And this is the present..
And if I was C-Mac's bitch? Wouldn't I NOT try to win the Heavyweight Championship? No?
Get it straight.. C-Mac didn't carry me, and I didn't carry him.. Check the stats, FLUzi..
As a matter of fact.. I think, I'm gonna make you my lil' bitch, until D.M. passes..
Matt Uzi.. JaeVeli's lil' bitch..
Go make me a turkey sandwich, bitch.. Hold the lettuce.
NuTz, Maurice Bad.. Bad-NuTz.. Yeah, how 'bout No NuTz? ..Nah, I'm kidding. Calm down NuTzo.. Drop the roids; step away from the juice!
Somebody give this Gorilla in tha Mist, a fucking drug test..
He's got veins popping out of his ear lobe.. For fuck's sake. But hey.. Kick him in the NuTz, no pun intended, then knock his jaw back.. And he's goin' down, quicker than Xtina and Jill, at a lesbian parade..
Oh, it's true..
They dive on the muff..
Maurice Bad? Mr. Split Personality.. Not bad.. One minute, you wanna be the Good Bad Guy. Next minute.. You just wanna be the Bad Guy? One match, you're great inside the ring.. Next match? You're lazy.. Who's gonna show up at D.M.?
Shut up, I don't care.. It doesn't matter.. You'll still fall to the Cartel.. Fall to JaeVeli..
You've done it before. Why stop now?
[JaeVeli looks into the camera, from the corner of his eye..]
JaeVeli: Won't stop.. Can't stop..
This shit is so serious.. You boys better be prepared to expect the dirtiest moves from me.. This is my lively-hood, this match.. And I'll kill for less.. So put two and two together..
NuTz, Bad, Uzi..
I'll smoke a blunt, get drunk.. Send NuTz to the Euro-division. Put Maurice back in the trunk.. And watch Uzi get carried away, battered and bruised.. Ego and all..
These boys aren't ready.. So you know this inmate Jason Young, isn't ready..
The Inmate? I'm scared.. So scared.. Beat you a couple weeks ago, and I'm gonna stomp your ass again, tomorrow night.. That's right, you shut your mouth, when you talk to me, Jason..
I gotta beat the clock, against a guy who's to afraid, to even step inside the same ring as me? Two seconds.. Fight over..
But! Uzi is involved.. And he's probably already workin' Trev's family jewels, as I speak.. So this little stip? And beat the clock? I'm not even paying attention too..
All I can see? June 24th.. Vancouver, British Columbia.. Desperate Measures.. Fatal Four Way Match for the SiW Heavyweight Championship..
It really doesn't get any better than that.. Heavyweight Gold? Mmmmmmmmmmmm..
My dick is hard, just thinkin' about it..
But let it be known.. I respect everyone in this Fatal Four-Way.. I do, really.. Yes, I talk shit, but I back that shit up, playa.. Check my stats.. Uzi..
I'm in your head, before you know it. And I'll rip you apart, as you realize it..
The Greatest One? You are? Really? I respect anyone who can think of themsleves, so highly..
That's sarcasm?
Pssh.. I piss greatness..
Too easy..
But here I am.. Posting up. I dare you to hit me.. Hands behind my back.. I fucking dare you, to hit me..
This is my time, my reign.. Get over it..
It's overdue.. Like it or not.. JaeVeli's here to stay.. I WILL beat the clock, Monday Night, and run through this Inmate.. Then I'll hand Uzi the rights to naming the stips.. Because it doesn't matter to me. I reign victory, either way..
Yeah, Matt.. JaeVeli's that great..
But hey, didn't you predict JaeVeli holding the Heavyweight Championship in the future? Sometime in 06'? Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about..
Good call-out bro.. What can I say? Talent knows talent.. =)
[JaeVeli winks at the camera..]
JaeVeli: Balls in your court, fellas.. Make a move, try to hit me.. I dare you..
I can dish it out, and I can take it..
Welcome to JaeVeli's Blog, boy..
[JaeVeli takes one last drag, and flicks his cigarette at the camera, as the scene fades black..]
