Rap Battle Roasts Novels & Stories

Rowan snapped, shoving me back. I laughed bitterly, even as pain shot through my ribs. “For someone whose mouth is filled with blood, you have a lot to say.” “Then maybe you are not doing a good job with your fist,” he shot back. “That's rage-bait,” I warned. “That's motivation,” he spat, blood slipping out of his mouth. I lunged at him again, grabbing his shirt and pulling him forward before driving my fist into his stomach. He gasped but recovered fast. His elbow slammed into my side, and I hissed in pain.

"I feel kinda dumb about it. I mean, Jane had the guts to go home and try to face the guy that raped her. How can I not be able to face a couple of agents and managers? They're only human. Barely human, maybe, but human nonetheless." Inside, her friends felt a flicker of hope. It seemed that they might have caught another break. ------------ ------------ In Mexico . . . ------------ ------------ Robbie was druuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunk. He hadn't been drunk in a long time, and he couldn't remember being that drunk ever. The Raptors had been surprisingly enthusiastic about helping, particularly when they heard there might be a fight involved. Robbie then remembered that, according Michael, war was th

And she was obviously jealous. "Next time, don't put too much hot sauce," Rustov reminded. I ate quietly. I thought of Kiara's reaction. Were they supposed to be together tonight? But if that's the case, why doesn't Rustov seem to care about him? After dinner we mingled with the people. I forced myself to insert because I wanted to go ahead. Rustov grabbed me by the elbow and shielded those who would collide with me. "Wow! The from their stunts! "I said while looking at the group of boys performing. Hiphop is the dance and the speed with which they move.

“I can take them all.” “I’d like to see you try, Kitty Cat,” Katie retorted, to which he frowned. “Chief Bess, we’ll take on the Storm Brothers,” Raja said. “Miranda, Foxfires, get him!” With a bolt of our feet, we went to our opponents. Masaru beat his drums, and thunder tore our eardrums apart. Clang!

“What do you mean, ‘sabong’?” The young man scratched the back of his neck this time. Yrah was tempted to ask him if he was allergic to something or needed flea powder. “You know, like a cockfight. Two roosters tearing away at each other until the other one can’t fight anymore. People bet on which rooster wins. A cockfight, doktora. This was just a circuit fight, not a big night. You’d know if it were a big night. So try not to worry, doktora.” He looked very ill at ease. “You might have nightmares.”

Raid intervened with fists and he said some words. “Storm Magic: Lightning Barrage!” There was a strong vibration on the ground due to the collision of Raid’s and Deborah’s attacks. Deborah’s fist rocks turned to powders and they blew into the air. Dust covers the whole place. Raid calmly landed in front of us. He was strong. Awesome. Their fight was amazing, but, dangerous for me. I thought I was a dead meat there.

There was a small platform at one side, and the emcee sounded like he was rapping and was barely comprehensible. I was perched at one corner by the windows, eating a hotdog sandwich. At the stroke of midnight, the emcee started to announce the fight—calling it the most awaited. He then introduced a burly-looking man with a half-rounded stomach called Rhino. Rhino entered the open space, his hands pumped in the air. His arrogance could be smelled from a mile away. “On the blue side, with no records of a loss, and his fists are guaranteed to connect with your face because he. is. theeee. Missing… LINC!”

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.

The MC lifted the scroll in his hand, his expression firm. The crowd howled in response, stamping feet against the stone stands. My chest tightened. “First!” the MC shouted. “Rogan, son of Dre, from the shield unitl!” A massive warrior leapt into the sandpit. His arrival was greeted by roars of approval. His arms raised, his body gleaming with battle oil. The chants of his name echoed like drumbeats. “Second! Velric, of the sword units hounds!” Another fighter emerged, snarling as he slammed his fists together, a long sword hanging at his back. The crowd responded with the same energy, their bloodlust visible in the air.

Jaxon’s Verse: ♪ I was shadow, I was smoke, yeah Lost in the dark, couldn’t find my road (Ah) Crown felt wrong, mirror showed a lie Thought I was king till the silence made me cry Two lives, two faces, split until I broke Problem child? Nah, that’s the fire I provoke Now I’m done running—watch me take control Born to rise, born to shine, claiming every soul ♪ Kai’s rap flowed fast and cocky: ♪ Bottom to the top, we carved our name Voices like thunder, setting fire to the game Up, up, up—no limits in our sight Golden forever, owning every night ♪ Ryu’s deep, powerful voice cut through clean: ♪ We stand as one, no force can divide