[ People Mentioned: Bozzman, Xtina, C-Mac, Scott Chambers, Heaven Lee ] 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 If I'm not here? Then I'm lost. Spit on me? You pay the cost. Too Mr. JaeVeli - Mr. Big Boss. All day, everyday - the King, the Champ. When I walk the ramp.. To the ring, I'ma make it sting. In my 'Dopeboii' stance.. No, nigga.. this ain't a prance. Cock back, blastin' hollow rounds.. Bozzman? Fan Favorite? Yup, yup.. fuck the Cartel.. Don't need 'em. Hit 'em up, and weed 'em. All about rap, drugs, and dirty sex.. In tha club, gettin' high, baby, I'ma thug. NO? Pssh, you can suck my.. #@$%!
-JaeVeli tha TrapStar
[Scene opens with the remix of 'Get it shawty' by Lloyd, playing cleary in the background. As the camera catches a frame shot directly on someone's t-shirt - showing..]  [Appropriate for the setting, the camera slowly zooms out from the t-shirt, and shows..]
 [A high-class Long Island strip club. Following that, the camera turns around, where JaeVeli and long time friend Trey are sitting on a huge couch next to the stage. Lounging like it was a 'living room'. The DJ is heard calling out special drinks for the night, over the PA system, when he calls the next dancer to the stage.] Strip Club DJ: Aight, you horny bastards.. The night is young - pull out.. No, not that. Pull out your dollar bills! Earn your keep and enjoy the lovely, but deadly - Electra! [The music gets louder as a young sexy stripper struts onto the stage and instantly grabs the pole, centered on the stage..]
 [She begins her strip routine, as Jae throws a couple of one dollar bills on the stage.] JaeVeli: Get it shawty! Drop it. Trey: She hasn't even started, and you're already throwing dollars on the stage.. JaeVeli: Huh?! You lookin' at what I'm lookin' at? ..She don't even gotta' dance. She can just stand there and move up and down - and I'm chuckin' dead presidents at her, bruh. [Trey chuckles at Jae.] Trey: Like a fat kid in a candy store.. JaeVeli: Haha.. Ain't that the muhfuckin' truth!? [Jae throws a few more dollar bills onto the stage, as the stripper looks at him with a evil but sexy smile.] JaeVeli: You know how this works, man. When that song is done? She'll be over here like a puppy dog begging for food. Willing to do whatever. Shiiiit, that's what I'm talkin' about. Get it shawty.. Trey: You crazy. What about Alizé? She know you here? JaeVeli: What about her? Yeah, she does. Trey: What?! Bruh, we're in a strip club. If my girl found out where I was right now, she'd cut my dick off. JaeVeli: Pssh.. That's 'cause you can't keep yo' dick in yo' pants. My girl trust me. She knows what's up. Trey: Riiight. JaeVeli: Right. [Jae lights up a cigarette, then looks over at Trey.] JaeVeli: Look man.. go over there, to the end of the stage, she will rub them titties all over you. Trey: Nigga? You act like I ain't ever been to a strip club. JaeVeli: Hey, I'm the one throwing dollars on stage. You sittin' there like a whore in a church. Questioning my motives. Trey: Shut tha fuck up, nigga. JaeVeli: I'm just sayin'- Trey: Shut up. I'm going. JaeVeli: Okay. Don't touch. Trey: Shut up! [Jae laughs out loud from messing with him, as Trey walks up to the stage. Jae takes a drag from his cigarette. When he looks up at the current 'dancer' on stage, as she bends over..]
 JaeVeli: Goddamn! Baby.. That should be illegal! [A beautiful server walks up to Jae, and looks at his drink next to him.] Server: Another one, sweetie? JaeVeli: Yeah, baby. Make it a double. Server: Sure. Whatcha' drinking? JaeVeli: Henn and Redbull. Easy on the ice. Server: And your friend? JaeVeli: Samething. But, you can give his soft ass an umbrella in his. A nice colorful one. It's his request. [As she walks away, she replies..] Server: Okay, babe. [Jae slightly grins as a new stripper has already came onto the stage, and dancing. She drops to her knees right in front of Jae.]
 [Jae takes a very human look at what has changed, as he throws a few dollar bills at her and sings..] JaeVeli: G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S.. [As Trey walks up and looks at Jae, squinting at him.] Trey: What the fuck is you singin'?! JaeVeli: Fergie! Nigga! [Trey shakes his head in disgust.] Trey: Man, you done had too much alcohol. Slow down, bruh. JaeVeli: No, young grasshopper.. The bitches love that shit. The panties just drop! Trey: Yeah, the only thing dropping is.. [Trey is interrupted by the server, whom hands them their drinks.] JaeVeli: Thanks, baby. [Trey grabs his drink and notices the umbrella in his drink.] Trey: Woah. What is this?! [He points at the umbrella.] Server: The umbrella you requested, sir. JaeVeli: Talking about what I sing. And you got a damn umbrella in ya' drink, man. Trey: Shut tha fuck up. Sweetheart, I didn't request any umbrella. Server: Well, you're- [Jae interrupts her and hands her a ten dollar bill for a tip.] JaeVeli: Thanks, baby. Don't mind him. [The server smiles as she walks away. Trey throws the umbrella on the floor.] Trey: You ain't slick, bitch. I know you told her that shit. JaeVeli: *Smirking* I wouldn't do such a thing. But, you're welcome for the drink. Trey: Whatever. [Jae laughs, as he looks for his cellphone, but to no avail, he can't find it.] JaeVeli: Damn, I left my cell in the car. I'll be right back. [Trey nods at him, as he takes a seat. Jae walks outside, after getting a stamp on his hand from the bouncer - showing that he's paid to get in the club already. The camera switches outside, showing Jae closing a car door, as he leans on the vehicle. He flips his phone open and looks at his missed calls.] JaeVeli: Nope, not talkin' to you. Or you. And definitely not you.. [He closes his phone and slips it into his pocket. As he continues to lean on the vehicle.] JaeVeli: A promo from the Heavyweight Champ? Himself? It's been awhile, huh? Yup. I've been in the cut, just watching everyone, binding my time. Watching rookies like Chambers, ripping up the squared circle. Doing pretty good for himself. Now, he's got Heaven Lee in his corner. Doing better than I was, when I came up. I mean, I did align myself with Xtina. 4-time Women's Champ? But, that was just a stepping-stone. I was just some no-name rookie. I needed something to get me rolling in this fed. So, I went for one of - if not, the best SIW female wrestler of all-time, Xtina. I needed the advertising. She was perfect, at the time. I took it. Created X-PliCit ContenT, and rolled with it. I'm a businessman. I got the job done. Then I went on to pin the giant of a man, Kevin 'Titan' McColl. 1, 2, 3! No easy feat, neither. Then Xtina decided that one day, that I would eventually back-stab her. So, she went ahead and did it, before I could 'supposedly' do it to her. Childish? No. Smart? Perhaps. She's not stupid. I mean, she doesn't have the best morals that a human carries. But, she isn't stupid, by any means. So, she turned her back on me. Ending X-C. Forever. I was pissed at first. I won't lie. I really didn't plain on turning on her. Maybe, I just wasn't good enough for her, back then? Either way, she left, I was bitter and maybe a week later - I'm holding Euro gold. An SIW Champion for the first time. So, that whole episode pretty much rolled off my back. Although, I will NEVER forget when someone stabs me in the back. I may forgive. But I'll NEVER forget. Never.. Fool me once? Shame on you. Fool me twice? Shame on me.. So, I went on about my business. Battled some good wrestlers. Held the Euro gold, the Hardcore gold. But, it just wasn't ENOUGH. I needed more. I was officially addicted. It's like a drug. It really is.. So, I noticed Chris Macavedi, at the time - SIW Champion. I realized he was the best SIW had at the time. And who you surround yourself with? You become. And what better than a 3-time SIW World Champion? We pretty much seen each other walking through the hall of a Monday Night Brawl show, and met formally. And the rest is history. Forming the Cartel completely in the SIW. Both being double champs for most of our time together. We dominated. Never lost together. We were the best thing in the SIW. We ran this place. People noticed, and stables starting forming like pimples on a 14 year old boy. Everyone wanted to taste the dominance that the Cartel held. Even on that other show. And to this day!! People are attempting what we made look so easy. One hot rookie, one SIW Legend, and the greatest manager of all time, Heaven Lee. But, nothing can surpass what we created. It's often imitated, but never duplicated. And even though there is bad blood between us the former Cartel? It's all good. It was bliss while it lasted. Stupid decisions ruined it, and it's over.. But, the memories remain forever. And I thank you both, Chris, and Heaven.. And by the way.. During that time.. C-Mac had to go on leave. Due to jail time. As he was the SIW Heavyweight Champion. The belt he vacated. And yet again I seen my third significant opportunity. And of course, I jumped on it! And got the job done. By beating one of the best to ever walk into the SIW, "The Greatest One" Matt Uzi. I wasn't fair about it. But, I didn't care. I seen what I wanted, and I took it like it was mine from the beginning. And yeah, there's bad blood between us. Uzi and myself. It's understandable. I don't blame him. But, it is - what it is. He knows where to find me.. Which brings me to Micheal Myers himself. This guy stalked me and cost me a match. Something I've done on just one hand, all year, and that's lose.. Yes.. Bozzman.. For such a good guy? He came right up my backside. Like a snake. A snake in the grass. Come on, Bozz, you can do better than that. Hell, you've even got a win over me. But, you hide from me? Hide your identity? Hit me from behind and cost me a match? For what? Shock value? Great job. But, I hate to burst your bubble, I knew it was you, the entire time. I am the SIW. I know everything. I know how you handed C-Mac his ass on a silver platter last year, to take his Championship. I was watching as a ego-maniac rookie. I was watching. Watching the best. C-Mac and Bozzman. Dreaming about being in your spot. So bad, that I made it come true. You left, I was nothing. You came back? I was everything on this bramd. And I still am. Much to everyone's disbelief. Everyone thinks you're just gonna walk over me and take what I've WORKED SO HARD FOR. It's funny. Even you do. I can see it in your promos. And honestly I don't appreciate it. Not one bit. But, if you feel you need to boost your confidence? Then so be it. BUT! Let me make it very fucking clear. JaeVeli will NOT go down without making you, Bozzman, work HARDER than you've ever worked before. I promise you.. It's ironic that you want an 'I Quit' match at U.D. I requested that match against Mysery, just last month. But, Trev wouldn't give it to me. Looks like I get it now, huh? 'Cause when I beat down Darksyde, the village idiot? And just so happen win 'beat the clock', which I've done before against Uzi, I believe? I will make it an 'I Quit' match, as well. BUT! Not just any ol' 'I Quit' match. No, no. I will throw a twist in it. And the twist? Well, that's for a later date. No need for that, now. I'm not gonna give you my entire playbook, like you've done for me.. I know you Bozzman. I know you, better than you know me. And to be honest, last year, I couldn't stand you. You made me sick to my stomach. Maybe it was because I couldn't beat you? Who knows? But, what I know now? I can beat you.. I can do it. And I just might. Or just might not, going by how you feel.. I know you wanna take my title from me, just so you can stand back, and say.. "look at me, a man that's held both top Championships in the SIW. I am a legend.". And that's all fine and wonderful. Everyone has goals, everyone has dreams. But you better be more worried about whom you are facing, than what you are facing IF you win. Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself? I mean, I'm a cool guy, Bozz. We could probably hit up a strip club together and get shit-faced. But, when you start talking about my lively hood - like it's your goal, or something you want to put an end too? You better be prepared to face the devil, son. This is life and death, we're talking about. I will break both your legs if I have too. When the bell rings, so does my lively-hood. And I wanna LIVE, Bozz. I'm not ready to die. And I'm not gonna let you just come in here, push your weight around and take something I hold close to my heart. Are you fucking joking me? Have some respect. Have some couth. For other people's shit. Don't get me wrong. I know you're a great wrestler. And you can beat me on any given day. But that stuff works both ways. I'm not that rookie you demolished last year. I'm far from it. I have EVOLVED. And I continue to evolve. Through you, past you. And while you was off soul-searching or whatever you needed to do? I was here! Day in - day out! Whooping ass, and taking names. I didn't go anywhere. I stayed true to this company. I stayed true to MYSELF.. And you WILL NOT take the SIW Heavyweight gold from around my waist.. I WILL NOT say 'I Quit'.. You will have to kill me, Bozz. Take a knife and give me a smiley face, to take my baby from me. But, like I said, don't get me wrong. You may be a SIW Legend one day. And you will be by FAR the hardest opponent, I've went up against, with so much on the line. I know this. But, it doesn't scare me. It inspires me. It makes me take that bar and raise it higher than it already sits. This is what I live for. This is why I chose this business. For what I'm doing this very moment. On the grand stage. So, you're not the first to attempt to take my gold. Though, you are the best to attempt. And I'm very much prepared for you. And with that said? I can, I will take you down. Chop you at the knee, and serve your Reality Check. It has been written. You've drawn the line. And I'm NOT backing down. Not now, not EVER.. I'm the Champion, and I'm the underdog in this match? That doesn't make sense. But it is, what it is. I've been the underdog before, and came out ON TOP. Alot of people in the SIW just don't like me, and are dying to see someone take what I hold dear to me, away from me. Simply because they CAN'T do it. And most peeps don't like me, simply because I don't bite my tongue for anyone. I tell it, like I see it. I don't hold back. I'm never fake about it. I speak the truth. And some people just can't fathom the BLATANT truth. But, that's not my problem. I can be a huge asshole. But, at the sametime, I have a HUGE heart, that alot of peeps just don't or can't see. This is a wrestling business. Not a daycare. We are grown ass men. I'm not sugar-coating anything. Not for you, not for anyone. And you my friend, are about to embark on a first-class Reality Check, courtesy of your Heavyweight Champion, JaeVeli, tha TrapStar.. And all you're going to do? Is bring the best outta' me, Bozz.. Thank you. And I'll see you, Monday Night.. Be ready to fight.. [Jae winks at the camera as the scene fades black.]
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