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Roleplay Number:
50] [
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
..I am, whatever you say, I am.. If I wasn't, why would I say, I am..?
Once and awhile, I just wanna call it quits.. When I feel surrounded by a wall of bricks.. Haterz comin' out the wood-works, actin' like some impatent dicks.. But they can't get into this.. Hoppin' around like some ugly chicks..
Fuck that. Mad, 'cause they got hit wit' tha Ugly Stick..
Boo-Hoo bitch.. Just get over it.. Before you get hit by a Range Rover, snitch.. Oh, fuck. Writer's block? That's a not.. I'm too fuckin' hot. Planning my next PLOT..
Think not? Think again..
I'm gonna POP, wink, and begin.. Yeah, that's tha spot. I win. Again.. Goddamn. Somebody stop me, cop me.. I'm to hot, G.. You'll NEVER STOP ME..
I'm about to KILL it.. I can FEEL it..
Peel it. Peel what? Peel your cap back, slut.. Droppin' ya ass BACK. Go 'head, ask that. What? I'ma tell you, who I fuckin' be.. Make you hate me.. 'Casue you ain't me. And you's fake, see?
Close-minded FUCKS. I see you tuckin' ya dicks, when you CLUCK..
Fuckin' homo's, gettin' low like hoez.. Disgrace. What a slap in the face.. Repugnent. Complete fuckin' distaste.. And an utter waste. If I offend? That's my place..
Who's outta their mind, as me? This can't be..
J.D. Xtreme.. Tryin' to take something from me.. Ha! This WON'T be. It won't, Mr. D.. Mr. Three One Three. You don't know me.. But, I know you. And I'm gonna pwn you..
Like ya ex-wife.. disown you..
Like Eminem, "I sit back, with this pack of Zig-Zags.. And this bag of this weed, that gives me.. The shit needed to be the most meanest.. MC on this - on this earth.. 'Cause since BIRTH.. I've been cursed with this curse to just curse.."
Goddamn. "I am, whatever you say I am.."
That whiteboy knows how to rap, I admire.. Credit where credits due.. He sets shit on fire.. I'm not jockin' Em's lyrics. I'm reppin' the real. Do you hear this? Anybody can ryhme.. So fear this..
Show me them tears, bitch..
It's gettin' heavy, the tension.. J.D. you better pay attention.. I'm not flinchin' I get stronger, as the day dies, and as the night flies.. This show, that show.. I continue to GROW..
You can't fuckin' stop this, nor TOP this..
You can't stop JaeVeli.. Wit' these 1, 2 combos, all in ya belly.. J-a-e-V-e-l-i.. And this is why, you can't say my name right? Get yo game tight.. son. It's J-A-E.. And I'm done..
-JaeVeli
|| July 26th, 2007, 10:38am. Las Vegas, Nevada. ||
[Scene opens inside a five-star Las Vegas hotel room, not a sound is heard, other than a shower running in the bathroom. As the camera pans the room, to see JaeVeli, laying in the hotel bed, sound a sleep. When his cellphone, that lays on a end table, next to the bed, begins to ring. It goes off for a minute, then silence is heard. Jae is dead asleep, not hearing the phone. As it begins to ring again, this time waking Jae. He doesn't even look at it, he just hits the silent button, and goes back to bed. Moments pass, it begins to ring, once again. Waking Jae for the second time, he scratches his balls through the sheet, and growls, as he answers it..]
JaeVeli: What?!?! ... *Pause* Huh..?
[Jae rubs his eyes again, trying to wake up. He sits up, in bed, and continues..]
JaeVeli: Get the fuck outta here. Stop playin'. That shit isn't funny. *Pause* Are you FUCKING serious? ..When? Where? How?!
[Jae listens to the other end of his cellphone. He looks confused, angry, and depressed, all at the same time, as he says..]
JaeVeli: I can't believe it..
[As Jae said that, Alizé comes walking out of the bathroom, with nothing but a towel wrapped around her naked body. She looks at Jae with concern..]
Alizé: What's wrong, baby?
[Jae looks at her with one single tear rolling down his cheek..]
JaeVeli: ... Cash is dead ...
Alizé: What!?
JaeVeli: Hold on..
[Jae shifts his attention back to his cellphone..]
JaeVeli: Okay. *Pause* No.. I'll be back in Atlanta, tonight. I'm getting on the next flight home. *Pause* I love you, too..
[Jae closes his cellphone and throws it on the bed. As Alizé sits down on the bed, in front of Jae..]
Alizé: What happen, baby? ..What happen?
[He doesn't respond, as he keeps his head hung low, trapping his feelings inside. Alizé gets closer..]
Alizé: Talk to me, baby..
[Jae's fist are balled up, as he clinches his jaw. Finally, he looks up at Alizé with watery eyes..]
JaeVeli: ... ...
[Jae attempts to take a few deep breathes, to get ahold of himself..]
JaeVeli: ... Somebody shot and killed him, last night. ... I guess, that's why he didn't answer my phone call, huh..?
[Jae can't help but to breakdown in tears, after he said that. Alizé starts to cry for Jae, as she puts her arms around him, instantly..]
Alizé: I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry..
[Moments pass, as they're clinched together in tears.]
JaeVeli: *Mumbles* What the fuck ... I can't believe it..
[The scene fades black, as they hold each other..]
|| July 27th, 2007, 11:38pm. Atlanta, Georgia. ||
[Scene fades in on a rooftop, on the westside of Atlanta, Zone 3. Police sirens can be heard briefly, as the camera pans around to see JaeVeli standing near the edge of the roof. The camera zooms closer, showing Jae smoking on a cigarette, like it's his last. He exhales through his nose, slowly. As he starts to speak..]
JaeVeli: My first day ... Without you, in my life.. I gotta say, things are strange. And you just NEVER know what's gonna happen next..
I'm standing here.. Searching for the courage, to move on.. And that's real. You know NOTHING about pain.. Until you lose somebody that's close too you. Somebody that's been there with you, right by your side, thick and thin. From day fucking one.. You just don't know..
I'm so fucking unstable, right now. I can go into RAGE, or shed TEARS, on the drop of a DIME..
My fuse is short. And it's LIT. FUCK everybody. And when I find the coward, that gunned my nigga down? I'm gonna fuckin' kill him..
[Jae takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly..]
JaeVeli: Shit.. I just gotta keep my mind occupied. And if there's anything I know how to do? It's handle heartache.. How? One word..
Distraction.
And that's where J.D. Xtreme and SummerSonic come into play..
Yes.
[Jae glances at the camera, then takes another drag from his cigarette..]
JaeVeli: My distraction..? Waltzing down that aisle, with the greatest prize, over my left shoulder. Stepping inside the ring. Looking you directly in your eyes, and ripping your wrestling style apart. Showing you, just how I start.
I've already given you a history lesson on JaeVeli. And I see you've taken it upon yourself, to "study" me? Yeah. You fuckin' better. I already told you, I was watching you. Before you even were announced in the battle royal. And I told you this, a day ago. Now, you're studying me? ... Ha ... I'm one step ahead of you, J. Now. And at SummerSonic. What? You fucking heard me. You won't DETER me..
I make this shit look good, while I dominate.
Ayyyyyyyyye..
In the 'A'? We send these pussy niggaz on the stairway to HEAVEN..
What makes you different? J.D.?
You're trying to find the best possible way to BEAT me? ..Pssh. You can't beat me, J.. Told you once. Tell you twice.. I'ma step ahead of you. It sucks. I know. But you're right about one thing. JaeVeli is one talented individual.
You wanna give me some credit, where non has been given? I don't need your fucking CREDIT. Nobody's credit. SiW World Champion is MY credit. What's your credit? Where's it at?
I am King. And you're NOT 'cutting in on that table'. This is Cartel's table. We fucking made it. We invite whom we want around it. And you're not INVITED. But go 'head, step up, and take what's coming for you. You got it coming. And you know what it is. I don't need to tell you..
And whatever you've done, BEFORE the SiW? Means shit. Son. And trust me, I've got my share of demons. And I don't question yours.
But you wanna bring up my attempted murder charge? ..You DON'T know me. Fuckin' blow me..
I'm about to get another Attempted Murder charge, if you keep talking. You DON'T know who, you are dealing with. I'm not a nice guy, J.D.. I don't give a fuck about you. All I care about is the Heavyweight Championship. And you wanna think, and try to just come in here, and take it from me? Are you stupid? Look at me! I'm BIG ballin', lil' man..
Oh, and yeah.. You're future? ..Ask me if I care.
[Jae hits his cigarette again, with a smirk. He exhales through his nose, as he proceeds..]
JaeVeli: So, I got lucky when I won the title? Muthafucker, you DON'T know JaeVeli.. I've been giving my blood, sweat, and tears, for this business, since DAY ONE. Luck had nothing to do with it. It was only a MATTER of time. Slow your roll, fuckboy. Watch what you say about me. And keep Cartel outta your mouth. You've got me to worry about. And that's enough on your plate. Best believe.
You keep saying 'Jea'. And you're starting to piss me off. You're either retarded, or just a fuckin' smartass. Let me spell it OUT for you.. J - A - E ... Jae.
Get it?
Got it?
Good..
Desire? Stupidity? Little bit of both..
You think, I don't realize what you want? What you're "coming for"? Come on. Use your brain. Talking about being in the likes of me or C-Mac?
Are you SMOKING crack?
You haven't done an ounce of what WE have. Get it? You're talking about dedication. What the Cartel does week in, week out? That's DEDICATION. Come talk to me when you've been here a year straight, without leaving, without SLACKING. And THEN we can talk about your dedication. Got it?
Ha.. You think you can get respect from me? Like that? Sitting on your fucking ass, telling me that I WILL respect you?
FUCK you..
FUCK respect..
I'm over here toying with you. Come on, J.D. Whatcha' got? Show me something. Because I don't see nothing. Nothing but a poor excuse for a father. A loser. Step the fuck up. Show me something. Give me a RUN for my money, son. I'm gettin' bored over here..
One of my childhood friend's was just shot and MURDERED. Cold-blooded. And I'm on the fucking edge. To say the least. I dare you to come fuck with me. Bring it, bitch..
Your role-model will be walking in SummerSonic, as SiW Heavyweight Champion. And leaving SummerSonic, as SiW Championship..
Reality Check.. served.
[Jae flicks his cigarette at the camera, as the scene fades black.]
