Mile 8 Rap Battle Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I guess so." Miles nodded, his gaze turning serious for the first time. "Alright. Ryker, it's almost time." Then, he disappeared into the crowd. I turned to Ryker, catching the sudden change in his face. “Time for what?” He glanced at me, then looked away. “Ring fight with Grant Miller.”

Miles said as he balled up his fist in preparation and rolled his shoulder back. He'd give Blake a good punch in the gut in honor of his best friend. Blake began to laugh, almost cackling as he looked at Miles. "Do you really think I'll go down without a fight?" He asked, also getting up and entering into the middle of the circle. "Let's do this fair and square." "Wait a second I didn't sign up for this!" Miles exclaimed. If Blake fights back then he might as well be doomed. Blake was stronger than him, anyone could tell just by looking at the guy.

He was waiting for me, his son and prized competitor, to emerge after my 20-minute break and win the game, bringing him pride once again. Unfortunately, I didn't think victory would be possible tonight. Not when my arch-nemesis, Damario Bloodworth, the prince of the East and my opponent, was waiting for me in that room, holding the weight of my deepest secret in his hands. "Gods, this is a mistake. Turn around and walk away, Zayn. Act like it never happened. If you don't acknowledge it, it never existed." My subconscious mind screamed at me, frantically urging me not to enter that room.

He staggered, spit red, but his answer wasn’t retreat. It was a hook. Sloppy, but real. It caught me across the cheek. I laughed, blood on my teeth. “There it is. Your first bite.” His grin was half-feral. “Then keep feeding me.” The night it happened, the pit was overflowing. Word had spread — Rival fights till death. Rival can’t be killed. Rival is the pit. The rails bent under the weight of bodies pressing close, cash flying, chants deafening.

I mutter, and Theo and Mark step back, just a little bit, as the rest of Xander’s crew rise to their feet and step forward, flanking him once more. “You want to fight?” Xander spits, shrugging his jacket off and letting it fall to the cold ground. “Then let’s fight.” I glance over my shoulder at Theo and Mark as the bass of the hip-hop beat thrums through my body. My eyes scan the lot as I face the opposing team once more, taking in our opponents, all skilled dancers with fierce expressions on their faces. As the beat picks up, I feel my adrenaline spike, and I begin to move, my body responding to the rhythm as I let the music guide me into the chaos of this battle. My arms fly up, my legs k

321 was the man I saw earlier. Hmm, 808 was obviously the one who will win. 321 had no match for him. The audience counted to three and then the gong thundered. 808 immediately attacked 321 but he escaped. 321 tried to kick 808 in the stomach but he failed because 808 forthwith grabbed 321's leg, and then he threw him away. That . . . was painful for sure.

They'll definitely be even stronger this year! [Wow, they're top students from an elite high school! They carry themselves so differently!] When Connor and I entered, the camera swung toward us. The livestream exploded, and the comments went wild. [What the hell?! Why are they here?!] [AHHHHHHHHHH! It's Anita Rivers and Connor Thompson! The joint champions from two competitions ago!] [Excuse me, but who are they?] [You must be new. Two competitions ago, these two destroyed the leaderboard! They took joint first by a huge margin and finished hundreds of points above the second runner-up!]

I wanted it to be believable if I wound up having to tell Mila that Luke and I planned this and that Nina had nothing to do with it. “Let the battle begin!” Mila’s amplified voice shrieked out, wild and thirsty for gore. She raised her arms, and the pounding of the drums increased. It was time. I let loose a bone-chilling snarl and launched myself across the arena toward Luke, kicking up sand in my wake. He swept his sparking hand in an arc, prepared for our ‘battle’. I nimbly dodged the sizzling bolt, using my momentum to shoulder-slam him. He went sprawling with a grunt but rolled swiftly back to his feet, his eyes meeting mine again.

He asked " And what's your problem?" Miles said smartly " Shut up, follow me, both of you." He seethed from his gritted teeth " No, we are not going anywhere." I protested He called his friends and they were huge, they took hold of us, we tried to fight but they were many and strong, the people there noticed the fight and they started screaming, " Fight, Fight." While dancing under the music, they were like zombies! Luke appeared and started beating them, we helped him

said Wasit Zein. The faces of all the other fighters who were meditating were quietly waiting for their turn. "Well, our audience will witness the second battle, which is the fight in Group B between Viki and Milka" said Host Karpenko. "A little information from viewers that Milka is one of Victor's friends who has won 2nd place in the Northern Zeon Continent last year, okay don't have to wait any longer, we can just watch the fighters between Viki and Milka" Said Host Karpenko.