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Check It Before I Wreck It [Rap Battle, Totally Open]
The beautiful thing about the Sensoriums is that you can be anyone you think you are in your addled little head. For Punchy, that tends to be a superhero, a playboy billionaire, and a hardcore gangsta. Today, he is also a beloved rapper with mad flow and about eight hundred shawties surrounding the stage, hollering 'whoo!' every time he so much as exhales.
The room is set up to look like the inside of a swanky club, with two stages facing each other and a bar at the back. The lights are stark, shining on the mics up at the edge of the stage. Hologram audience members mill around between the two barricades, many carrying signs declaring that they want to jump Punchy's bones.
He steps up to the mic and taps it. It's on and loud.
"Testing, testing…"
Wild applause. In the audience, a pretty young blonde screams "he looked at meeeeee!" and faints.
"I don't see any challengers!" Punchy yells at the crowd, to apoplectic cheering. He clears his throat and continues, letting the Sensoriums provide some dope beats.
"I look for opponents but where might they be?
It seems like they be proponents of fighting to flee
They don't wanna admit they're all biting off me
If you think I'm wrong, step to the mic and see."
[OOC: Feel free to jump on in and gawk, battle, mock, dance or do whatever! Multi-person threading is also cool!]
The room is set up to look like the inside of a swanky club, with two stages facing each other and a bar at the back. The lights are stark, shining on the mics up at the edge of the stage. Hologram audience members mill around between the two barricades, many carrying signs declaring that they want to jump Punchy's bones.
He steps up to the mic and taps it. It's on and loud.
"Testing, testing…"
Wild applause. In the audience, a pretty young blonde screams "he looked at meeeeee!" and faints.
"I don't see any challengers!" Punchy yells at the crowd, to apoplectic cheering. He clears his throat and continues, letting the Sensoriums provide some dope beats.
"I look for opponents but where might they be?
It seems like they be proponents of fighting to flee
They don't wanna admit they're all biting off me
If you think I'm wrong, step to the mic and see."
[OOC: Feel free to jump on in and gawk, battle, mock, dance or do whatever! Multi-person threading is also cool!]
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"This is a rap battle, yo. Bring the pain or bounce."
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"Got ourselves a clash here - hero versus hero
The crowd called for it, so who was I to say no?
But I bet you didn't know I'm also a Kamen Singer,
Best watch yourself, I'll put you through the wringer!"
I'm not very good at resisting temptation
Staring.
That's it.
Ankh is not entirely sure how he got here, but he's just. Going to stand in the doorway and stare. What in the world did he just walk in on.
Yessssssss. /grabbyhands
"You say you gonna wring it, but I have yet to see you bring it
Those shawties calling out my name, but I'ma make you sing it
My skill's so far out your satellites can't even ping it
And this flow's so hard and tight your assaults can't even ding it"
Punchy points over to Ankh, giving Shou a questioning look.
"This your boy? You can't even take me solo
Bringing in your friends 'cuz I got you strung up like a bolo
You about to get burned because I'm hotter than a Ho-Oh
I'll get some tissues for your fans 'cuz they'll all be crying 'oh, no'."
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"While it's true that I'm one half of Double,
I don't need any help to cause you some trouble,
Gonna fly solo here, gonna burst your little bubble,
'Cause like dynamite, I'm gonna turn you into rubble!"
'Sup, Ankh?
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"What the hell are you two doing...?!"
And why do the two of you look so ridiculous seriously what is going on here
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I'ma pack it up and bring it just like dopeness' got a handle
And standing there you're about as professional as sandals
You best walk now before this turns into a scandal"
He leans away from the mic to inform Ankh, "it's a rap battle, duh."
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"You're tellin' me to go away far,
But it's too soon after the start,
Gonna stay and steal your fans' hearts,
'Cause you weren't expecting this wild card!"
Shoutarou spins, then steps up the pace.
"Gonna burn you like a smoker,
Gonna make your account broker,
Gonna put you in the choker,
'Cause your stuff's mediocre,
Like a frog you'll be a croaker,
At this point you'd best move over,
'Cause if you've ever played poker,
You should know, don't mess with a Joker!"
Another spin, then Shou holds his arms wide as the crowd goes nuts.
Sorry Ankh, Shou's kinda really getting into this, or else he'd explain too.
1/2 because I'm OVERDRAMATIC
Ankh was ready to just leave. And when Shoutarou was finishing his last spin, he would've; if the crowd wasn't in his way at least. He attempted to swipe some of them out of the way with his Greeed arm--"Hey!"-- though that didn't really work out. And before he knew it the crowd had somehow nudged him onto the stage, upon which he stumbled and glared at them, ticking his tongue in annoyance.
OK now he was pissed. He glared at Shoutarou and Punchy because this was obviously their fault, but first turned his attention to the silly masked detective.
"Look, no one gives a damn about a clown
or a wild card,
so why don't you back down?
Because it must be hard
to act like you're impressive
and pretend you're cool,
when you're really just excessive
at seeming like a fool. "
2/2
"And as for you-- get a clue,
and listen up:
For someone bragging so much,
you sound more like a hiccup
You're idiotic and your clothes could use a retouch
You look ridiculous;
Maybe you'd improve if you were voiceless."
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"You want me voiceless? Now I'ma get boisterous
And I'ma bring the noise like two monkeys during coitus
It's a bummer, you're a newcomer, so I'll let you off easy
But you got brains like a drummer, and like indoors you just ain't breezy
I'm hot like the heat in summer,
And you're about as warm as freezing
In the coldest month of the coldest season
Don't you think that I'm just teasing
I don't lay smackdowns sans a reason."
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"Gonna take a moment, gonna step back
See what kind of damage you two can stack
Don't you two falter, don't you let me down,
I'll be back just in time to take the crown!"
I have no hopes of beating the "coitus" line
"Letting me off easy is your first mistake,
All of your idiotic talking'll just give us all an earache.
If you're too cold for the winter I guess you're just a flake,
but with all that hot air in your head I'm surprised your neck doesn't break."
Hold it there Shou, don't think you're getting off that easy.
"Oh, running away? I guess you can't take the play.
But you can't claim to be a king when your 'skills' decay."
Re: I have no hopes of beating the "coitus" line
Because I'ma set you alight like you're dripping in parafin
And I'm more fly than a nine-winged seraphim
And if you think this is a schoolyard taunt then I should warn you it's a battle hymn."
He whirls on Shou.
"And as for you, why don't you show a little culture?
You gotta play the game instead of hovering like a vulture
I'm come back for you when I'm done laying this boy in his sepulchre
So if your boys were betting on you they might want to call their brokers."
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"Alright, okay, let's see who's better liked,
Gonna string you fools up and gut you like a shrike,
'Cause when I'm done, the bird'll be piked,
And you better get a driver, 'cause this Punch is gettin' spiked!"
As that last bit is delivered, Shoutarou makes a downward-swinging motion in Punchy's direction, though the pike comment is directed toward Ankh.