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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!]
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.