Rap Battle Roasts Novels & Stories

It is said that the drink will make you feel high, and the pleasure is immeasurable. Not only that, but it is only one shot and only given to one person. And to get that drink, people should have a power battle. And the power battle is nothing but a shot put. Each picks up the largest rock they can within their power and throw them as far as they can. The distance and the weight are also measured. And the one who wins will have an arm wrestling match next. Only 2 will be going into the finals. And Lastly, the final round is a battle. A real battle. The one who will be standing at the last will get the rog shot.

Raff collapsed to the ground, gasping for air and clutching his painful stomach. Rolf dashed towards Raff, where he collapsed down on the ground and extended a helping hand. "I hope you're doing well?" Well......."It's okay to lose sometimes, Raff," he replied gently. Raff, unable to swallow his pride and intoxicated by the taste of loss, took Rolf by the neck and threw him to the ground. Raff straddled Rolf, pouring down a succession of devastating blows, eliciting a scream from the audience. Rolf strained hopelessly against the attack, attempting to defend himself.

"Sorry, Mr. Sinclair said he doesn't want to see you. What are you all waiting for? Go give our superstar the attention he deserves!" The men grinned at me with leering eyes. This time, I had no strength left to resist. … From start to finish, Irwin never stopped laughing. He used his phone to record every humiliation I suffered. He said Hadrian wanted to watch it and reminded me that I should perform well. In the end, my body couldn't take it anymore, and I passed out. When I woke again, night had fallen. The room was empty. I was filthy, and my body ached as if I'd been run over by a truck.

DJ placed his left palm on the left disc, and a familiar beat screeched for about two seconds and then played. The crowd jubilated, bringing out their phones to record and their wallets to place their bets on who they believe will win. 🎶 Like holding papers and pencils, the battle line has been drawn // Give Lloyd bloody murder buh he ain't my son // Fuckah u can never rap (wrap) tight even if you gat hundred wax on Ya waist // ima take you outter the game in no haste, // talk is cheap (chip) like plantain, newbie like u wanna run Ya mouth like marathon // I ain't nice, I keep pushing you to the wall(Paragon) // I ain't carrying "weight" but I give you "heavy punch" // Food is ready, now I'

Jake appeared in front again and said, "A brilliant performance from Unique identity which sends Fleabag back and out of the tournament, now I would like to request to miss rosy again to please take the names out and let us know the next fight." Rosy removed the names and Jake announced the next fight, "Fight no 6 will be against Nestfree vs Rooster". Nestfree was a druid and rooster was a swordsman, the fight was again one-sided, and the winner was declared soon and as everyone expected it was rooster.

After ten minutes first fighter did his appearance in ring flashing his toothy smile especially at girls and threw some punches in the air bouncing on his toes. "Woah he is trying to attract girls ", Kiya whispered in my ear and I nodded in approval. Dub Dub My heart beat picked up suddenly ! "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE MOMENT IS HERE FOR THE MAN YOU ALL ARE HERE TO SEE.... " "THE FEARLESS , LIMITLESS ..THE MAN WHO IS HERE NOT TO TAKE PART BUT TO TAKE OVER..THE ONE AND ONLY CHAMPION 'RAZE' ", The MC yelled through the microphone. The next second roars and whistles filled in the warehouse to no end.

Roy sighed like a man preparing for battle, knowing that in the end he will, of course, win. He cracked his knuckles, jumped up and down to loosen up, and began with a sarcastic two-step. They stood in front of the TV, pressed two-player mode, and started the game. 3. 2. 1. GO! Kieran countered Roy with a body roll so outrageous it could’ve been considered a war crime in some countries. Roy understood that he had to get serious. The living room turned into a war zone, a battlefield. Roy was sharp and deliberate, slashing the air with crisp movements like each beat owed him money. He slid across the wooden floor in his socks, shirt untucked and with a serious dance face.

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!]

"How revolting. I can't believe such a despicable man actually exists." "He started getting physical just because he failed to steal Isaac's girlfriend. He's the scum of the earth!" They then grabbed the slices of cake and glasses of champagne that were on a nearby table and began hurling them at me. It didn't take long before I was covered in cake and champagne, making me look utterly pathetic. I stood rooted to the spot, glaring at Isaac loathingly. I was going to make him pay for his transgressions against me. However, before I could make my move, a masculine voice resounded across the room.

Fighting. Everyone wearing ash uniforms, their faces expressionless... almost like... I push the thought out of my head. A battalion of army controlled by Ragnar? I watch the men tear themselves apart. No teams, no order, men swinging weapons with the intention to kill. Unhinged. Fangs bared, wolves colliding with fists and blades. Dust kicks up around them, and blood stains the snow in pure chaos. A battle for the last man standing. Nothing like the organized fights I'm used to in the rings.