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Roleplay Number:
49] [
2007 W/L/D Record:
24 - 5 - 0] [ People Used: The Cartel] [ People Mentioned: J.D. Xtreme ]
"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
..SiW Heavyweight Championship? ... SummerSonic? ... Bet ya bottom dolla, I'm on it..
This is SummerSonic.. And I'm slammin' you like Onyx.. With my ebonics.. J.D.'s hooked on phonics.. Well, he needs to be.. Huh? Mr. Xtreme, meet Mr. Bad Azz G.. Yeah, muhfucka, that's me.. You ready? Over there reppin' tha D? Tha three one three? Shit, nikka, that doesn't scare me..
I'm from Zooooooooone 3!
A-T-L.. Tha 404! Where we ride on chevy's wit' 24's.. Slappin' bitches, and rapin' whores.. Yeen' know? This flow's for you, hoe.. I'ma big NiGGa.. Young-Jitta, I don't play.. When I say, I smoke tha PurP, all damn day..
Ya think, you can get down like me? ..Impressive, you might be.. But this is where the big boy's lay it down.. Yeah, I'ma say it now.. Like Joc, got PurP, by tha pound.. You ain't ready to go round, and round..
Wit' me.. Tha BiG BaD G..
That's right, you can't see me.. Just call me King Jae.. Ya heard me? ..I Sling that YaY.. Already told you, I don't fuckin' play.. Cartel runs Brawl, all day.. Straight up out the gutta.. Son.. Don't s-st-st-stutta..
When I get in your face..
More than likely, I'ma hafta put you back in your place.. Huh? Don't worry J.D... Just save face.. Before I slap tha taste outcha' mouth.. Show you how we do, in tha south..
No?
Honky, please.. This is my show.. Know your role, slow your roll.. Back tha fuck up, when you get smacked tha fuck up.. So listen up, son.. you lucked up.. Now you're gettin fucked up.. It's plain and SIMPLE.. You won't GAIN, when I pop you like a pimple..
I'm no Maestro.. But I'll pull off the heist, yo.. Did I mention, this is my show? Mock this person, mock that person, J.D., so funny.. Now, watch me wipe my ass with you, like a bear does a bunny..
You know, you're sweet like honey..
Soft like toothpaste.. Merkin' you, what a waste.. You think this is a game? You'll never be the same.. Nothin' but FAME.. When I rip ya ego apart, and tare out ya heart.. From the very start.. Makin' your ex-wife pussy fart..
Yeen' know?
I got her face down, ass up.. Ludacris told me, that's how she likes to FUCK.. A-T-L!! ..What!? I'm about to wax it up.. And when I'm done, Trey & Cash can have that slut..
You will hold JaeVeli in esteem, so-called J.D. Xtreme.. Nah' mean? Don't make me get mean.. 'Cause what you see now, from Jae, is clean.. I'ma phene.. for serving Reality Checks
And breaking rookie's NECKS..
And if you don't like one fuckin' thing that I said.. Then go ahead.. Leap bitch.. I've already accepted DEATH.. I won't hesitate to TAKE yo last breath..
-JaeVeli
|| July 25th, 2007, 11:38pm. Las Vegas, Nevada. ||
[Scene fades in to a parking lot, of a infamous Las Vegas strip club. The camera pans around the parking lot, and stops at a 69' Chevy Cutlass, sitting on 24' inch chrome wheels. The camera zooms in closer, to see JaeVeli leaning on the front of the hood, smoking a blunt. JaeVeli looks at the camera, with his Gucci shades covering his eyes. Shades at night? Yes, we are big pimpin' like that.. Jae slides his shades down, just enough where the camera can see his blood-shoot eyes, he starts to slightly grin, as he speaks..]
JaeVeli: Woo.. I got two triple shots of Patron, in me.. And I'm workin' on this 'L', all by myself.. I'm about to be fuuucked up.. Drunker than Cooter Brown, three sheets to da' wind! ..God ... DAMN ...
[Jae slides his shades back on, as he takes a hit from the blunt. He hits it twice, holds it in, briefly, until he can't anymore. And exhales slowly, trying not to cough..]
JaeVeli: This PurP is no fuckin' joke.. Shiiit! I gotta back up off it..!
[As he said that, his cell started to ring. He pulls his phone out of his back pocket and flips it open..]
JaeVeli: Yoooooooo?! 'Sup? ... Nah, nigga ... I'm cool, I just needed some fresh air, I'll be back in there, in a minute.. *Pause* ..Aight.
[Jae closes his phone, and puts it away. Moments pass, and then he continues..]
JaeVeli: My mom used to tell me, I would never change, and I'm just like my dad.. Pssh.. Guess she was right.. My dad believes any lost he had to take, would have to be substantial.. I feel the same way. It's Do oR DiE, on these streets. Dog eat dog world..
[Jae butts the blunt, he was smoking. And throws it in his cigarette pack, as he pulls out a cigarette, and lights it. Putting everything back in his pockets, he takes a pull from the cigarette, and exhaling through his nose, as he continues, with a slight smirk..]
JaeVeli: Everybody knows me.. And some of you, you owe me.. But it's all good, in tha hood.. Las Vegas? Now, that's just where SummerSonic needs to be.. Nothing but strip clubs, honeyz, chickenheadz, has-been singers, no pun intended Uzi, and gambling..
Strip club? Or Gambling? Spend money? Or make money? I know, it's a tough decision. Think I'ma go wit' both. Yeah. Gimme' both!
[Jae takes another drag from his cigarette, while he contemplates. And exhales through his nose, as he continues..]
JaeVeli: ... J.D. Xtreme ... SiW Rookie. Number One Contender for the SiW Heavyweight Championship. Already. He doesn't look bad in the ring. Rough around the edges, with raw talent. He could become something. He could become nothing. Too early, to tell. But it did give him a number one contender spot. Although, let's be real. A lil' luck never hurt, huh? I could probably say the same for myself. For anyone.
Congratz Rookie. Great job..
BUT!
The train stops here, son. Ya feel me? You can't honestly sit there, and say luck had nothing to do with the spot you're in. Come on, dude. You're a rookie. I'm a TOP dawg. You're a pup. No offense. I'm not tryin' to belittle your manhood. Wait, yes I am. I've seen your promos. I watch everyone. You like to be a smartass. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hatin' on you. That would make me a hypocrite. So you wanna shoot off at the mouth, and basically show a HINT of no respect. Yes. I can see it. That's bad news for you, J.
When my mind is set on something, I go at it 100%. And I get the job done. Ask Titan. Ask Matt Uzi. Ask Maurice Bad. Ask NuTz. Ask Maestro. I put Titan on the cover of 'Tiny Cock Illustrated'. And pinned him, a week later, 1, 2, 3. A slap in the fuckin' face. I had fun. And I was a rookie, like you.
I held Matt Uzi down, while my nikka, C-Mac broke his fucking arm. And PRACTICALLY stole his Heavyweight strap. But don't get it twisted. Matt was beaten, either way. I fuckin' know it! Matt knows it. I dare him to say otherwise. JaeVeli OWNED him. And again, I DARE him to say otherwise. He's a SiW legend, J.D.. Exploited has-been. Courtesy of yours truely.
[Jae smirks as he takes a drag from his cigarette. And proceeding..]
JaeVeli: Let me tell you something about me, J. I know, I have talent. I know, I have the ability to survive. But I'm not 'there' yet. In other words. I have so much room for improvement. And I'm already on top. That's dangerous. I can't wait to truely ascend. I've been in the SiW one year, exactly. One time SiW Hardcore Champ. Two time European Champ. Three time SiW World Tag Team Champ. Triple Crown Champ. Current SiW Heavyweight Champ, obviously. All in a year. And if you think, you're gonna come in here, and rain on my parade? Some rookie from Detroit? Just like that!? Right, like Glenn Kirby would say, the JOKE'S on you.
[Jae stands straight up, and walks to the trunk of the car. He hits a button on his key-chain, and the trunk pops open. The camera pans to the trunk, to see four 12' inch sub-woofers in a speakerbox, and a black luggage bag next to it. Jae opens it, and pulls out the SiW Heavyweight Championship. As he closes the trunk, the street light glares off the SiW gold, that now lays over his left shoulder. Jae leans up on the trunk, and proceeds.]
JaeVeli: This is what you want, J.D.. Everyone does. But let me tell you. This strap is the ROOT of all evil. It's like holding a million dollars. You want it. But you can't have it. Not now, playa. This is MY time. I'll let midgets come out of my ass, like Maestro. Before I let this go. Do you understand? Do you understand me? Am I being clear enough, for you? Say what you want. Do what you want. I don't give a FUCK. You WILL NOT beat me. I'll cut a promo from here til' fuckin' Sunday, just to REMIND you. This is MY time.
Fuckin' try me..
Your well-being won't, DOESN'T concern me. I will KILL you. Just like that. Cruelty to Humanity. Cry me a river.
Get it?
Got it?
Good..
I heard you say that in a promo. But I bet you MY career, I can go back to atleast five of my promos, and show you, where I said that. Nice try. Been there. Done that.
But you still believe you can shock the world, huh? Shock the SiW? Well, that's a good attitude. I don't blame you. I commend you. But I'm standing here, now, to let you know. JaeVeli will shadder your dreams. Crush your momentum. Sorry, grass-hopper. It's just the wave of the ocean. Something you just can't stop. You can get up and ride it. But it's either gonna push you back to where you came from, or take you UNDER.
Undertow.
You better wear a life-jacket, J.D.. This match is no joke. Nor is this belt over my shoulder. I take this to heart. So just live up your introduction into SiW. Enjoy SummerSonic. And prepare for your Reality Check, son..
