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Act III
Front Lines Battle Club
It was almost midnight now, the club system was pumping outside of Front Lines...... all 2 lousy speakers. The same five people that were waiting outside earlier were still there. Serb Jones had gone home for some mouldy cheeseburgers, Marvin had gone off twitching somewhere. Joe Kronix had stayed though to take the lunch money of all those at the door, and he was now stalking MC System on the inside. The limousines had dispersed taking all those who came in them along for the ride. Austin Cheese pulled up in his Custom Nissan Skyline GTR with personalised cheese sandwich vinyls on each side.
AUSTIN CHEESE: (getting out of the car) Where is that fucking cracker ass motherfucker Solo gotten to?
SOLO III: (from around the corner) ROYALTY MOTHERFUCKER!! THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE TALKING TO!! GET BACK HERE!!
Some random kid comes jogging around the corner laughing as King Solo III.. and a bit, rolls around after him in his throne converted cripple scooter yelling and swinging his royal cane. The random kid is not worried, but from out of nowhere comes a FAX MACHINE... and clobbers him on the head.
AUSTIN CHEESE: You just got faxed the fuck out!
SOLO III: GOD DAMN YOU AUSTIN!! I almost had him.
AUSTIN CHEESE: I know, but we have more important matters to deal with. What took you so long to get here?
SOLO III: Fool, this thing only goes 5mph.
AUSTIN CHEESE: We'll have to take it to El Rey Rey's Custom Workshop some time and get it fixed up to be a fucking nitrous powered cheese sandwich.
Just then, some gay ass cracker rap comes playing from down the street and Governor Strobe comes riding up in his rusted out lowrider bouncing up and down like a crazy kid on a trampoline with a sugar rush. The car comes hurtling towards Front Lines, and with Strobe's lack of working brakes in the piece of shit, goes hood first into a lamppost that is already riddled with dents from previous crashes.
GOV. STROBE: What bitches!! (fiddles with a lever) EJECTO SEATO MU'FUCKAZ!! Another one of my crazy ass ideas to grace RapVerse County bitches.
Governor Strobe fiddles with the lever and his seat jerks but nothing happens. He yells and hits the lever hard sending it forwards. His seat flies up into the air reaching a peak of about 30ft and Strobe still in his seat comes rocketing down and crashes face first into the concrete. He gets up after a few seconds bleeding from the mouth with two teeth missing and unstraps himself.
GOV. STROBE: What the fuck are you all staring at? Lets get this party started bitches!!
SOLO III: What party?? Nobody told me about no fucking party!! I'm the King around these parts you fucking gay faggots!! You're supposed to tell me everything!! FUCK, DOES NOBODY RECOGNISE THAT I AM ROYALTY!! You fucking people have no respect.
AUSTIN CHEESE: There is no party dude. Strobe and I are going to battle it out for control over RapVerse County.
GOV. STROBE: So let's do it faggot.
Inside Front Lines Battle Club
Austin Cheese is stood on the stage, a big ass piece of wood supported by empty milk crates basically. Governor Strobe is on the opposite side looking like a raging bull on crack, ready to go. The five people outside have been let in to view the battle, Nicolas Solo is behind Austin supporting him. And in the middle of it all is that pussy ass MC System looking all around nervously and slightly cowering.
MC SYSTEM: Right dudes, I want a decent battle. Now, have you both shown up?
AUSTIN CHEESE: Fucking retard, we're both stood right in front of you.
MC SYSTEM: DON'T FUCKING INSULT ME!! I'M ONLY DOING MY FUCKING JOB!! GOD DAMN IT!! EVERYONE IS ALWAYS BULLYING ME!!
GOV. STROBE: We're both here, and before you ask the next question. I am going to go first because I am the runner of these streets and Austin, you can kiss my furry ass if you don't like it.
AUSTIN CHEESE: No problem dude. Go ahead. I'll just have me a cheese sandwich whilst you drop your bullshit.
GOV. STROBE: Shut the fuck up. I'm about to clown you. System, kick me up a beat.
MC SYSTEM: This is Front Lines boss, not the Audio Centre... we don't have any beats.
GOV. STROBE: Fucking hell. I'll just freestyle off of nothing then shall I.
MC SYSTEM: Get it done boss.
GOV. STROBE: Aight look, I'm the Governor of these streets // and I'll merk your ass even without beats // i own this town, i own your clout // don't like it, i'll kick you the fuck out // i'm unbeaten, untouchable, and all round a beast // and here is my dick, find it and have a feast // i'm ill, my style is not repeated // and i'll have you dq'ed just so i won't be defeated // BITCHEZ!!!
(there is a long pause)
AUSTIN CHEESE: (a little preoccupied with his sandwich) Oh shit... is that it??
GOV. STROBE: What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I OWN YOU FAGHOLE!!
AUSTIN CHEESE: Whatever, listen.. I'll own you bitch, no doubt I'll leave you dead // coz the fax are.. all the ones I'll be droppin' on your head // Broke ass faggot, I got cuts to leave you bleedin red // and when it comes to money I pack more cheese than you in between my bread // I'm dope its been said, this Governor's been put to bed // and I wanna see progress, so let me battle his ass instead // But wait, I'll clown him to if I'm honest // but i'm told his weak ass already got power-slapped by Joe Kronix // Yo, I ain't even trying, and your ass can't manage // so fuck this, I win... now gimme a cheese sammidge!!
The crowd... of five people, WOW... instantly burst out in laughter and started cheering. Even MC System was sniggering quietly to himself. Strobe was left speechless, but then an angry look came upon his face.
GOV. STROBE: Fuck you faggot. You're disqualified. I WIN!!
MC SYSTEM: Ladies and gentlemen, you're winner... GOVERNOR STROBE.
AUSTIN CHEESE: What the fuck! I fucking owned you bitch! Stop being gay!
GOV. STROBE: I run these streets, its my town, my rules... YOU LOSE, I WIN!!
AUSTIN CHEESE: Oh its on now motherfucker!!
GOV. STROBE: Help!! System, PROTECT ME!!
Austin Cheese stepped forward with a fax machine at the ready. MC System reluctantly stepped forward ready to defend his boss, Governor Strobe. Just then those familiar foreboding tremors reverberated throughout what was left of Front Lines. MC System went pale and bolted for the exit.
MC SYSTEM: Fuck this shit man!! Facing Austin is one thing, but that hairy english gorilla is another thing. You're on your own boss. I'M GONE FUCKAZ!!! AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!
GOV. STROBE: I don't give a fuck! I still win! You ain't doing shit with this town.
And then, a tall looming presence became known behind Governor Strobe. The eclipsing shadow of the beast that was Joe Kronix stretched over Strobe completely. Strobe trembled as he turned around and came face to face with the monster himself. And...... BOYAH!!! The power slap drilled Strobe into the ground almost annihilating his spine. Needless to say his crippled ass will be taking a trip to his hospital to be a permanent resident most likely.
AUSTIN CHEESE: Yeah, that'll do. The town is ours. Its time to rebuild. To the batcave... ummm, fucking hell man... we seriously need a batcave.
But then......
Some crazy ass hyper Mexican gringo music was heard from the outside. And gunshots were being fired as a beast of an engine inside some vehicle came roaring down the streets. Other cars followed and crazy ass mexican cries could be heard along with some hyped up ghetto talk... this was mixed in with angry shouts and even more gunfire. Then the front of Front Lines Battle Club was completely obliterated as the baddest motherfucking Low-Rider came storming through with a mean looking crazy Mexican dude driving whilst smoking a fat cuban joint, and he was joined by one of the most ghetto looking motherfuckers in the passenger seat.
The vehicle skidded to a halt and the ghetto dude flew out the car and performed countless somersaults and flips before landing on the ground looking hard and holding.... HUH!! A FUCKING SUPERSOAKER!! Yes... a supersoaker... filled with a strange creamy looking substance.
UNKNOWN GHETTO DUDE: (holding supersoaker ready to do damage) BREAK YO'SELF NIGGAZ!!
TO BE CONTINUED.
Next time on RapVerse: The Series...
What plans do Austin, Nos and the others have for RapVerse?
Will we see more of Wordz, Serb and Marvin?
Who will be the next to feel the force of Joe Kronix and his power-slap?
Will Joe Kronix ever catch a hold of MC System?
What is the status of Governor Strobe?
Who is the Mexican dude and his ghetto sidekick?
What are they doing in RapVerse?
Who is after them?
Will King Nicolas Solo III.. and a bit, finally convince someone of his royalty?
So many questions...
Find out the answers when RapVerse: The Series returns.
And that will be in a couple of weeks, if I feel like you deserve it.
Till then... enjoy the LBL... FAGGOTS!  |