Days slipped past, charged with electric anticipation. Word of Hex's humiliation spread like wildfire, whispers growing louder, each retelling adding new layers of tension and drama. The underground buzzed with speculation, the streets waiting anxiously for the inevitable retaliation. Malachi had delivered a deep blow, and everyone knew Hex would strike back viciously.
Malachi sat alone in the dimly lit gym, beats pulsing softly through worn-out headphones, his notebook filled with fiery verses. Each line sharpened, refined like weapons. Coach M entered quietly, watching silently before stepping forward.
"You've stirred the beast, Malachi. You ready for what's coming next?" Marcus asked, voice serious.
Malachi glanced up, meeting Marcus's hardened gaze with steely determination. "I'm ready for whatever that punk throws at me."
Marcus nodded slowly, approval tempered with caution. "Good. Because Hex won't be playing fair. Expect dirty tricks. Watch your back."
Malachi closed his notebook sharply, eyes narrowing. "I got it. I won't let him catch me slipping."
Marcus sighed deeply, placing a firm hand on Malachi's shoulder. "Be careful, kid. Pride is powerful—but don't let it blind you."
Malachi nodded once, understanding clearly.
That night, the underground scene swarmed into "The Pit," an infamous abandoned warehouse converted into the ultimate battleground. Malachi stepped inside confidently, Taz at his side. The air thickened with hostility as eyes bore into him, a palpable tension rippling through the crowded room.
Hex waited at the center, his presence suffocatingly intense. His cold stare sliced through Malachi, venomous and dangerous.
"You wanted war, motherfucker? You got it," Hex spat viciously. "Tonight, I bury your ass for good."
Malachi stepped forward fearlessly, unblinking. "Then stop talking shit and show me what you got, bitch."
Hex's smirk vanished instantly, replaced by pure hatred. He attacked brutally:
"Malachi, little clown, thinking he slick,
Tonight your luck ends, punk, choke on this dick.
You acting tough but you softer than silk,
Weak-ass rhymes, bitch, your flow spoiled milk.
You talk family, acting all bold and brave,
But I'll piss on your grave, motherfucker, behave.
Sister shaking, knowing your end's drawing near,
Tonight I'll rip your soul, motherfucker, taste fear.
I'll expose your secrets, drag your dirt out clean,
Tonight the world sees your bitch-ass routine."
The crowd erupted wildly, the energy fierce and savage.
Malachi, icy calm, retaliated with razor precision:
"You sounding desperate, Hex, grip slipping fast,
Bitch, your throne shaky, built on glass.
Your threats empty bullshit, bitch, try again,
I'm the grim reaper, motherfucker, let's begin.
Your crew whispering doubts, loyalty eroding,
Every verse I spit got your confidence exploding.
You talk about secrets? Let's start with your crew,
Snakes in your circle, bitch, all betraying you.
Acting king? Bitch, you faker than fiction,
I'll burn your empire down, motherfucker, conviction."
Hex snarled furiously, anger boiling over as he lunged forward:
"You little bitch, thinking you run this town,
Tonight I'll end your life, bury you underground.
Talking betrayal? You better check your bitch,
Taz in my DM's, begging for dick.
Your sister weak, begging me to stop,
I'll drag your family name through the motherfucking slop.
You ain't shit, Malachi, just a puppet on strings,
I'll clip your fucking wings, end your foolish dreams."
The crowd exploded, shocked gasps mixing with shouts of excitement.
Malachi felt cold fury crystallize within him. He stepped forward, lethal and composed:
"You spitting lies now, desperate to survive,
Bitch, you drowning quick, struggling to stay alive.
Taz loyal, your lies obvious bullshit,
Your insecurity showing, motherfucker, admit it.
You attacking my family? Coward-ass bitch,
Your momma begging favors, pops getting stitches.
Hex, you fading quick, your power illusion,
Tonight I'll bury your career, no confusion.
Your threats pathetic, desperation clear,
Tonight you face your nightmare, motherfucker, fear."
Silence blanketed the room, charged and tense. Hex's confidence visibly shattered, his breathing ragged with barely contained fury.
"You'll regret this shit," Hex hissed, voice trembling with anger.
Malachi stepped forward boldly, staring him down. "You keep talking, Hex. But I see through you. You're finished."
Hex, humiliated and enraged, stepped back slowly, glaring venomously at Malachi before turning abruptly and stalking away.
The crowd erupted again, cheering wildly as Malachi stood victorious yet wary. Taz approached, concern lining her face.
"Malachi, you just pissed him off worse. He's dangerous now," she warned quietly.
He nodded grimly, eyes hardening with resolve. "I know. But he knows now—I ain't backing down."
Marcus approached, clapping Malachi firmly on the shoulder. "You took a big risk tonight, kid. But you hit him deep. Hex is dangerous, unpredictable now."
"I understand," Malachi replied firmly, eyes blazing. "But this ain't just about beating him. It's about survival. Hex crossed lines tonight. He's desperate, and desperate men do desperate shit."
Marcus nodded gravely, understanding fully. "Then prepare yourself, Malachi. The real battle has just begun."
Malachi clenched his fists, heart pounding with determination. "I'm ready for whatever comes next. Hex fucked with the wrong one this time."