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[ Roleplay Number: 51] [ 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





You little bitch. It ain't on like Donkey Kong. Ya girl's jumpin' on my Donkey Dong..

Yeah, I got ya bitch jumping on my Donkey Dong..
Stupid fuck, think's it's on like Donkey Kong?
You're NOTHING.. But a honkey, with no song..
Piece of shit, I'm about to hit a lick..

You ain't on my level, bitch..

Face down, send you back to ya ditch..
Your trailer park.. You's a fuckin' mark..
You hear that? You fuckin' better fear that..
Crack your knuckles.. You're still gonna BUCKLE..

Bitch..

-JaeVeli



|| July 27th, 2007, 1:32am. Atlanta, Georgia. ||

[Scene fades inside a dark room, with one dim light swinging back and fourth, slowly. The camera focuses as JaeVeli is seen sitting in a chair backwards. He's resting his arms over the back of the chair. As he looks at the camera with a smirk..]

JaeVeli: I got me a lil' bitch ass nigga to rip apart, huh? Xtreme? You thought I was ruthless, before? You haven't seen shit, boy. Who the fuck do I think, I am? ..I'm your fucking role-model, faggot. I don't think nothing. I know all. Bitch. Get it? What did you say? "Blue Hell"? The fuck is that? Just shut your goddamn mouth. Talkin' about me gettin' off on myself? The fuck is supposed to mean? I don't speak retard. You can't attack me. You're too fucking stupid. You don't know your ass from a hole in the ground..

Come to Atlanta, and slap the taste out of my mouth? WHAT!? Now, you're stealing my quote, that I've already told you this week? And you wanna talk about Maestro copying you? You lil' fuck. Now, you're copying me. Because YOU GOT NOTHING. You ARE nothing. Got it?

Awwww.. you don't care about my friend being killed? Well someone seems a lil' mad. I'm not worried about what your faggot ass, has to say about my family, my friends.. I'm to smart for it. Now, put your hands on them? That's another story. You wanna diss my DEAD friend. Because I got SO FAR under your skin, it's driving you crazy. And I love it!

You wanna tell me people die everyday? No fucking shit. Tell me to just get over it? I'll feed your daughter to my pitbulls, and fuck your ex-wife, in her ass, with no goddamn lube. You like that? You stupid fuckin' bitch. I'll throw her in a paper-bag, tape it up and send her fucking ass down the river.

Fuck with me, boy..

I'll rape ya mother, and make you watch. You fuck.

And hardcore never came out of my mouth. But I'm glad you think I'm hardcore. BUT I'm much more.. I haven't said shit to you about who the fuck I roll with, bitch. Why the fuck are you bringing it up? You scared?

You should be.

The more you spew? The more ammo, you give me. Ignorant fuck. And don't lie. I got under your skin. It's written all over your face. Keep talking, boy. And I'm gonna keep burying you. And you need to LEARN how to LISTEN. You're the one talking about studying someone, not me. In your last promo, dumbfuck. When I use quotation marks, that means I didn't say it, someone else did. Do I look, or act like I would say some gay ass shit like that? I wasn't just watching you, don't flatter yourself. I watch any and everyone on Brawl. And NO. J.D.. I haven't seen shit from you. Your lips are flapping, but you're making no sense at all. And I could give a fuck, what you're about. Trying to bully you? Where the fuck have you been? I bully anyone, I want. I was bullying before you got here. And I'll be bullying when you leave here, son. I'm tellin' ya now.. You ain't shit. You can't even carry a conversation with me through a fucking promo. How the fuck you gonna out do me? You can't.

Can't get the job done? Yeah, for the last time. You don't fuckin' know me. I've held every single title on Brawl in a span of 10 MONTHS. And I can't get the job done? Against some punk ass bitch, with a loud mouth? And I don't need the Cartel to take you out. I'll do it by my damn self. Trust me.

I can't beat you, one on one? Are you fucking serious? I can beat your ass with a blindfold on.

You say.. "undeserving title you drape over your title. "

First it's "title you drape over your SHOULDER". Learn how to speak. Then talk to me, bitch. If there is anything not deserving? It's you, in this match.

Then you say.. "when was your first title shot? Huh? Answer that for me my little friend."

Ha.. I'm not your fucking friend. And let me answer that, with a question.. I WON in my FIRST title match.. How about you? Exactly. Shut the fuck up. You're lucking I don't snap your pensil neck, boy. And end your PATHETIC life..

Scared? Do I sound scared to you? You're worthless. Trying to call me soft? After I've already called you that TWICE in my ryhmes.. AGAIN, you're copying me. Because you can't hang with me. You can't think for yourself. I know it, you know it. Talkin' about exposing me. What did you do? Watch my promo for Matt Uzi? You fucking FRAUD. Go fuck your mother. And yeah, dumbass, it takes TWO to have tag titles. What's your point? C-Mac left, and I didn't care about them. It's not my title. It's OUR title. If he's not here, I could give a fuck about them belts. You been talkin' to NuTz? Huh? You can tell that faggot, to eat fat dick, just like you. I'll OWN both you bitches. At the SAME time. I'm not shit without Chris? Ha.. You're not shit PERIOD.

I don't need Chris. I don't need the Cartel. I'm with who I'm with. Because I MAKE my own decisions. Cry me a river.

And again you just DON'T listen, nor PAY attention.

You go on to say.. "about this table that you are at. The Cartel Table as I believe that you have put it. Just what the hell does that mean?"

You fuckin' idiot. You BROUGHT up the table. IN YOUR LAST PROMO. I was replying to your gay ass comment. Pay attention, boy. This is the BEATING of your life. That's what that means..

A little slow, are we?

But yeah.. we are seperated from the rest..

Because WE ARE THE BEST..

And now, you know.

Talkin' about us getting out of our "wannabe world"? Do you have any gold, bitch? There's nothing wannabe about us. The only thing WANNABE? Is you wanted to be ME. You fuck.

I swear to God. You won't take this title from me. You WON'T beat me, you lil' bitch. Get to me all you want. You won't win. Get all the help you need backstage, from these FUCKING COWARDS. I'll still beat the BREAKS off you. And them. That's why they wanna help. Because they ain't shit neither. Just like you.

The only thing extreme about you, is your breath. I'll own you, and anyone giving you useless propoganda.

*Mocking Xtreme* I AM NOT TO BE TAKIN LIGHTLY!!!! Blah fucking blah. Shut the fuck up. You're weak. And again, you copy me. With my Reality Check. Bitch please. Callin' me lil' man. Been there; done that. You're a FAKE. Faggot. You wanna cry about Maestro copying you. And you turn around and copy me. Go fuck yourself. You'll NEVER get respect from me. Piece of shit..

And no, you didn't get to me, until now. You're stupid. I could carry a conversation with this wall, and get more of a valid responce from it. You're irratating me, with your stupidity. Over there just making shit up, about resentment? Bitch please. You fuckin' wish. There isn't an ounce of fear in me. I never brought Cartel in this, you did. You're an idiot.

And if anyone sounds like a broken record? It's you, as you copy me, bitch. I can do this shit, all day. And I FINISH everything.

What's that? You say.. "Even if you do retain your title at Summersonic"

What? Sounds like fear to me, faggot. Ewww.. Yeah, I said it. F-a-g-g-o-t.

[Jae smirks, then proceeds..]

JaeVeli: You're not going anywhere? Oh, no.. I'm so fucking scared. What shall I ever do? Huh? You can't even see it. I control this. If I raise the heat, then you ATTEMPT to do the same.. To no AVAIL.

I control this. You can't step it up. Unless I question your poor excuse you call fatherhood. She left you for a reason. You can't cut it. You can't make her CUM. You CAN'T satisfy her. Because you're garbage. How do you look at yourself in the mirror? In the morning? Without puking? Without COMPLETE self-pity. You piece of shit. I know I'm pissing you off. Rather you wanna show it, or not. And it feels good, let me tell you. Yeah, you pissed me off, SLIGHTLY. But that's just from YOUR stupidity. I'm pissing you off, with the TRUTH. Face it. Reality Check, served.. Muthafucker..

[JaeVeli smiles without any control.]

JaeVeli: I got you, RIGHT where I WANT you. I control you. Because, I'm SIMPLY smarter than you. GREATER than you..

That's why I HOLD the GOLD. I know how to pick away at my opponents. And I gotta say.. I haven't had so much FUN, in awhile, that I'm having with you. Keep talking, and I'm gonna keep throwing it back at you, bitch. I'm tha best you'll ever see, and you know this..

I'ma lean, mean, ass-whooping machine..

Two percent body fat, and agility like a cat. Maybe because I'm black. Straight HooD NiGGa.. On top of the world. On top of you.

Get on your knees, slut. And take this beatdown. Like yo fat ass wife. And your A.D.H.D. lil' shit, you call daughter.

Ewwwww.. That one got to you, huh? Low fucking blow. What? I'm right here, not goin' anywhere. Come do something about. I want you to release another promo. And I'm gonna spit in your face, until you do. I'm enjoying every minute. Why? This shit GETS ME OFF. My dick's hard. I'm hard. And keep your faggot comments to yourself. I get my woman off. I make her CUM. I can CUT it. Unlike you. Lil' dick bitch. Keep fuckin' with me, with all your lies, and copying me. You're just adding fuel to the FIRE.

So until the next episode.. Suck my fucking dick, you fucking faggot.

[Jae spits on the camera, as the scene fades black.]





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