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Roleplay Number:
44] [
2007 W/L/D Record:
16 - 2 - 0] [ People Used: X-PliCit ConTenT] [ People Mentioned: Matt Uzi, NuTz, Maurice Bad ]
"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
In my Dopeboii Stance.. I'm home; I'm G.. And you getz none of me, no chance..
Once a week, maybe twice, I bring it, just to entice.. Matt Uzi, Maurice Bad, NuTz.. The entire Brawl roster, doesn't matter, squash 'em like mice.. These nursery ryhmes might be weak, but I whoop that ass, every week.. Set it off.. You bitches are too soft.. I stay steady and constant.. As you skate by? Listen to my rant..
Speak when spoken too.. I could give a shit, fuck you.. Wednesday War? No DQ? Matt Uzi? Isn't he GQ? Powers too be, don't wanna see me.. Walk that aisle with the gold.. Wait my turn, and just hold? Pssh.. I'll run through Uzi THREE fuckin' fold..
J-a-e-V-e-l-i.. And I'm steady gettin' high.. Suburban Gangsta? ..You wish, you pray.. Sad to say.. Don't be gay.. Westside of Atlanta, Georgia.. Zone 3.. You don't know a god damn thing about me..
Bitch.. =)
I'll leave you, your family, face down in a ditch.. Sad but true.. Try me muthafucka, I'm the southern tucka.. Tuckin' you to sleep.. Go to sleep, you's a sucka.. Oh, it's true.. I'm pissin' on your 'legacy'.. And you'll never get the best of me..
We all know, you'll leave War the champion, as you slither, and that's great.. But you don't intimidate, as you hate.. I know my fate.. And you will discombobulate.. Win or lose, you're still gettin' beat down.. Kick your muthafuckin' face into the ground..
Yeah, it's a lil' childish, maybe harsh.. But you started this march.. March to the Gangsta Grip.. And away? You won't slip.. Take this shit.. Like a man.. Raise your hand.. in that quicksand..
Because on this land, I will continue to do this shit for spite.. Watch me, on that number one gold flight..
[Scene fades on the strip club parking lot, where JaeVeli and Trey are seen walking toward the front door, of the establishment. The camera gets closer..]
JaeVeli: Yes, the strip club.. The only thing entertaining, in Arizona..
Trey: She holla fo' dolla!
JaeVeli: Bet' not be any fat hoez in this bitch.. I can't do it, yo..
Trey: Shit, nigga.. Fat gurlz need lovin' too..
JaeVeli: I knew, you would say some shit like that..
Trey: Whatever, son.. I know, you and about four Crunk Juices? ..You're fuckin' anything that walks.. With a full set of teeth..
JaeVeli: Just 'cause you twirk that way, don't mean I twirk that way..
Trey: Shut the fuck up..
[Finally, they reach the front door, open it, and walk inside. As 'Bartender' by T-Pain is heard from the club DJ. A huge bald-headed bouncer is right there, watching the door..]
Bouncer: I.D. fellaz..
[They both look at the bouncer, and his hugeness..]
Trey: Goddamn! Did you eat midgets for breakfast?
JaeVeli: This guy's a lil' tipsy, from the Yac, don't mind him, Mr. Clean..
Bouncer: So the comic relief has arrived.. Great.. Let me see some I.D., dumb and dumber, or you're not taking another step inside..
JaeVeli: Dumb and dumber? Pssh.. Mister Fee-Fi-Foe..
Trey: Hang us niggaz, by our toe?
JaeVeli: No!
Trey: Come on, you know this guy's thought about it, look at him..
[JaeVeli looks at the bouncer..]
JaeVeli: Have you?
Bouncer: I.D. Please.. That's the last time, I ask.. Next time, you're both leaving..
JaeVeli: Okay, okay.. Calm down..
Trey: Cupcake..
[JaeVeli smirks, as they both show the bouncer, their I.D.]
Bouncer: Alright.. Ten dollars a head..
Trey: Ten Dollars?! To get in this, hole in the fuckin' wall?
JaeVeli: What? Does that come with a free lap dance? ..A reach-around? Somethin'?
Bouncer: Hey.. Nice guys get five bucks a head. But smartasses, hence the two of you, get upcharged.. Love it, or leave it..
Trey: Muthafucka..
JaeVeli: You run a tough bargin, fatboy. But just beacuse I don't have a fuckin' thing to do in this town, and I'd rather stare at a set breast, than your bald head, you win..
[JaeVeli throws a twenty dollar bill on the counter next to them. As they walk by the bouncer..]
Trey: Keep the change, Slim..
[The bouncer gives them a glare, as they walk away, entering the strip club. When 'Tat It Up' by D4L begins to play, making Jae C-Walk towards the bar, with Trey trailing behind, he grabs Jae's attention..]
Trey: Jae, I gotta hit the bathroom up..
JaeVeli: The fuck you tellin' me for?
Trey: Get me a triple shot of Patron, with a lime..
JaeVeli: Pssh.. I'm not yo bitch, bitch..
Trey: Fuck ya, bitch..
[Trey walks off, toward the Men's Room. Jae smirks, as he turns around to the bar, noticing a scantly Clad female bartender making a drink.]
JaeVeli: Whassup baby?
Bartender: Hey, honey.. Whatcha' need?
JaeVeli: Let me get a Crunk Juice, and a triple shot of Patron, with a lime..
Bartender: Crunk Juice?
JaeVeli: Chyea.. Crunk Juice.. baby. RedBull and Hennessey?
Bartender: Oh, okay..
[The bartender walks away, to make the drinks. As Jae pulls out his cellphone, that is ringer. The camera catches a glimpse of the caller id, that displays 'My Baby'.]
JaeVeli: Sup baby? ..Huh!? *Pause* Oh.. I'm at the strip-club, with Trey.. *Pause* Nooo, Ali.. *Pause* Stop it.. You know, you make me better.. *Pause* I'm not bein' a smartass..
[The bartender slides Jae's drinks to him..]
JaeVeli: Put it on a tab, sweetie..
Bartender: Okay, baby..
[She walks away, as Jae continues to talk on his cell..]
JaeVeli: Ali.. *Pause* Okay, I'll call you later..
[Trey walks up, as Jae's putting his cellphone away.]
Trey: Who was that?
JaeVeli: Bra, I've already told you once tonight.. I'm not yo bitch.. Don't worry 'bout who the fuck I be speakin' too..
Trey: I be?
JaeVeli: I be..
Trey: Whateva..
[Trey notices the triple shot of Patron on the bar, behind Jae.]
Trey: That's a good lil' bitch.. Thanks, bra..
JaeVeli: Fuck you, that's my triple shot of Patron.. Back up, partna..
Trey: You green, dawg..
JaeVeli: Don't start cryin'..
[Trey ignores him, as he approaches the bar. He begins to converse with the bartender, as Jae looks around the club. First, he notices some fat guy getting a lap dance, a few feet away, making him smirk. Then he glances at the dancer on stage, whom is sliding down the pole, now making him smile. As a young 'dancer' walks right by him. Jae taps on Trey's shoulder, getting his attention.]
JaeVeli: Damn, son.. Look at the SHITTA on that CRITTA!
[Trey laughs at Jae, as he responds..]
Trey: I think she heard you..
JaeVeli: Fuck that hoe.. If she wants to act like a hoe? Then by all means.. I'ma treat her like a fuckin' hoe.. Ya' heard me?
Trey: Amen, nikka.. Fuck that triflin' hoe!
JaeVeli: Triflin'! Skeeza.. *Pause* ..Let's go holla at her..
[They both laugh, as they begin to walk toward her. The scene fades black..]
|| July 11th, 2007, 7:32pm. Coleman Coliseum, Tuscaloosa, Alabama. ||
[Scene fades in an empty hallway, the camera pans to a door, that says 'Cartel' in huge letters. The door mysteriously opens slowly. The camera shifts inside to a huge room, with a wet bar, huge flat-screen tv on the wall, two black leather couches, basically a pimped out locker room. =) The camera pans around, noticing JaeVeli sitting on the rug, doing 'sit-ups'. Wearing Adidas wind-breakers, and no shirt. The camera pans to his feet, looking up at him, everytime he sits up, he's looking directly into the camera. When he lays down, you only see the room. JaeVeli continues to do 'sit-ups' briefly, then stops, as he's sitting up. He looks into the camera with a slight smirk, as he begins to speak..]
JaeVeli: Suburban Gangsta? That's really cute coming from a has-been, looking for one last ride..
Fuck, I'd be a suburb gangsta, before a has-been, any day of the week..
Shit, I get a new tat, every week. Plenty of pussy, in my D-Boi Stance.. Cashin' checks with five zero's on the end of it.. Smokin' the finest KusH, drinkin' the most expensive alcohol. Ridin' on chrome wheels bigger than your four year old daughter.. And I still just don't give a fuck, and I do what I want, when I want, how I want, to whom I want.. Thug Life 101..
The Greatest Bitch.. Matt Uzi.. Doesn't put one ounce of fright in me. I hear the name Uzi? I think about smashing faces into concrete walls..
Matt Uzi is MY bitch..
Yeah, you're champion.. And you'll be champion after tonight.. But, you will respect me. Rather you show it or NOT. When you hear the name JaeVeli? You will only think about pulling out all stops, to get past him..
Oh, it's true..
I'm deep in the game, Uzi.. You can't stop me. You can't destroy me.. You can only BARELY skim by me, like a snake.. You may have been the greatest one, at one time. But things change. Look at me, Matt.. I'm nothing but great.. With the body of a NFL Linebacker, and the swiftness of a smooth criminal.. Coming from a Thug Life. All I can say is..
God Damn!
[JaeVeli does a few more sit-ups, then stops, looking into the camera, with slight confusion..]
JaeVeli: So not are you just a has-been, Matt.. You're meddlesome? Ha, you ol' fuckin' battle axe. Grandma' Uzi..
Who are you to get involved in JaeVeli's main event? Shouldn't you have your lips wrapped around Trev's cock? With Titan standing in-line? And not in MY fuckin' business..
When you were sitting on your ass, at your house, this past year? I've been right here, holding my ground, representin' like Pastor Troy. Giving my blood, sweat, and tears..
And I still keep this crunk..
The only thing suburban about me, is when I used to roll through, and sell the white folks ya-yo.. And fuck their daughters in the ass, 'cause they made me mad..
[Jae smirks, as he continues..]
JaeVeli: All you know, is what I SOLD you.. And I'm the realest opponent, you'll ever meet. Muthafuck you..
It is; what it is.. When I decide to take a piss on your 'legacy', Matt. Take it like a man, or cry like a bitch, bitch..
Whatcha' gon' do? When I put the Gangsta Grip on you?
Don't worry Uzi.. the entire roster feels the same way you do. You're not alone.. I smell the fear.. I see you hiding.. Fuck you..
And you gotta face me, in a NO DQ? Pssh.. That's JaeVeli Stompin' Grounds.. Yes, I requested this match. But I didn't ask for the title shot. And that's the honest truth..
I just wanted to be inside the same ring as Uzi, so I could rip his fuckin' head off, and hand it to him. Then tell him, "I told you so, and it was a true honor facing a former champion.."
But I won't bow to your 'legacy'. That would be like, you telling me, that I can beat you with ease..
Get it?
I don't need championships to solidify my GREATNESS..
Makin' you my personal bitch, does it..
I'm from the westside of the A-T-L.. It hasn't been suburbs since the 70's.. Look it up, faggot.. My grandfather was a Black Panther, and died for his beliefs..
So will I..
A Black Panther in the late 60's, early 70's, was my grandfather. Living in Oakland, California.. And I've been all around Oakland, Cali.. And suburbs are like plasma flat-screen tv's in Baghdad.. Non-existent..
My grandfather was murdered, and my grandma' moved to Atlanta, Georgia, with her son, my father.
Moral of the story? ..My family tree came through the ghetto, just like me..
History repeats itself, over and over..
But honestly.. I could give a shit about what you think, about me.. I'm your number one THREAT.. I guess you gotta try somethin' to slow me down, huh? We'll see when I wrap my gunz around your neck. Yes..
[JaeVeli does ten more sit-ups, then stops again..]
JaeVeli: Wednesday War.. And my nigga C-Mac, is BACK. Cartel will be running FULL-FORCE tonight, finally..
Chris Macavedi, JaeVeli, Heaven Lee, Alizé, Trey, and CasH..
The greatest stable to EVER grace the SiW ring.. We've never been beaten, when together. Everyone pulls their own weight, when puttin' in work. That makes us great. That also makes me gangsta, Matt.. Suburb or not, huh?
[Jae laughs out loud, as he proceeds..]
JaeVeli: There's no chance of me taking that title from you, tonight, Matt. We both know, shit the entire SiW roster knows..
But goddamnit, I WILL take your fuckin' pride, faggot. You will get the shit beat out of you, tonight, win or lose..
You're in for the whoopin' of your life.. Your career..
And don't forget.. You started talkin' shit to me, before I started with you..
But, obviously I've done more of the shit talkin', lately. But when I do something, anything.. I do it to the fullest, 110%..
If there is anything I do.. It's working hard and finishing.. Look at my stats..
[Jae winks at the camera, then does another ten sit-ups. After number ten, he sits up, keeping eye-contact with the camera..]
JaeVeli: All bullshit aside, Uzi.. I'm honored to be inside the ring against you, a SiW Has-Been, Legend, whatever.. I'm honored. I probably wouldn't be here, right now, if it wasn't for you. And I do respect that, and know that..
Much to your disbelief? =)
But facts are facts, that's the past, you're the past. I'm the future.. And I will take the ball, and run with it. Though, I don't need the SiW Heavyweight Championship to do that.. I can just use your proverbial head..
So good luck tonight, bro. Hopefully you come out in one piece.. But there are no guarantees, eh?
Let the War commence.. Hence, at War..
It's on like Donkey Kong, Matt.. Watch your back, with that Suburban Gangsta Attack, bitch..
Reality Check.. served..
[Jae shows no emotion, as he pushes the camera away. The scene fades to black..]
