The following days passed in a blur of heightened vigilance and relentless preparation. Malachi moved cautiously, aware of every shadow, every face in the crowd. His victory over Reaper had sent shockwaves through the underground, and Hex's silence only intensified the mounting tension.
Marcus kept Malachi focused, drilling him relentlessly in strategy and mental toughness. Taz provided intel from the streets, warning Malachi of whispers that Hex planned something major—something designed not just to humiliate, but to crush.
One evening, Taz burst into the gym, urgency burning in her eyes. "Malachi, Hex is calling you out publicly. Tonight at the Warehouse—no rules, no holding back."
Malachi stood abruptly, his heart hammering. This was it—the battle everyone had been waiting for. The decisive showdown.
Marcus locked eyes with him, grave yet resolute. "Hex is cornered, desperate. He'll come harder than ever."
"Then I'll hit back twice as hard," Malachi said fiercely, grabbing his notebook, its pages filled with razor-sharp rhymes.
Marcus nodded solemnly. "This ain't just about skill now. It's about heart. Show him no mercy."
Night fell, draping the city in shadows, and Malachi arrived at the Warehouse, its dark exterior illuminated by scattered floodlights. Inside, an immense crowd surged, buzzing with savage excitement. Hex stood center stage, confidence etched into every arrogant line of his posture.
Malachi stepped into the harsh spotlight, confronting his enemy directly. The crowd silenced instantly, the tension palpable, electric.
Hex smirked coldly. "You made it far, Malachi. Shame it ends tonight, motherfucker."
Malachi returned the stare unflinchingly. "You talk too much, Hex. Time to shut your fake-ass mouth."
Hex lunged forward fiercely, voice dripping venom:
"You cocky-ass punk, thinking you're a king,
Tonight I'll clip your wings, end your stupid dream.
Motherfucker, your ego inflated, time to pop it,
Your sister begging mercy, your crew about to drop it.
Your mentor scared, knowing your end draws near,
I'll slice your throat slow, bitch, watch you disappear.
Thinking you tough? Bitch, you're barely a threat,
Tonight marks your end, no regrets."
The crowd roared, savage excitement fueling their bloodlust. Malachi remained composed, each word delivered with lethal precision:
"Hex, you shaking, bitch, your grip is gone,
Tonight your empire burns, bitch, it's my dawn.
You talk about fear? Your crew whispers dissent,
Motherfucker, your reign now clearly spent.
Your momma ashamed, daddy rotting in a cell,
Tonight I bury your ass, motherfucker, farewell.
Thinking you king? You ain't shit but a fraud,
I'll slaughter your rep, bitch, applause."
The crowd surged, energy exploding. Hex, visibly rattled, retaliated furiously:
"You delusional punk, your dreams unrealistic,
I'll snap your spine, bitch, pain sadistic.
Your half-breed identity crisis pathetic,
Tonight I'll end your career, leave you regretful.
Sister crying, watching your funeral unfold,
I'll bury your name, motherfucker, stories untold.
Tonight your defeat public, motherfucker, tragic,
Malachi Rivers, bitch, disappearing like magic."
Malachi, icy and calm, stepped forward, words cutting deep:
"You desperate now, Hex, your throne collapsing,
Your rhymes outdated, motherfucker, relapsing.
My identity strong, bitch, proud and fierce,
Tonight your fake-ass pride, motherfucker, I pierce.
You attacking family? Your momma tricking nightly,
Your pops serving life, motherfucker, precisely.
Tonight I end your reign, bitch, publicly slain,
You're a coward-ass fraud, hiding in shame."
The room fell into stunned silence, eyes wide as Hex staggered visibly, his facade shattering. Rage distorted his face as he snarled violently:
"You little bitch, you'll regret your disrespect,
I'll end your life tonight, motherfucker, expect.
You're playing dangerous, stepping into my lair,
I'll leave your corpse rotting, bitch, nobody care."
Malachi stood unwavering, his response swift and merciless:
"Hex, your threats empty, desperation revealed,
Tonight I rip your mask off, motherfucker, unsealed.
You exposed, vulnerable, bitch-ass clown,
Tonight your empire burns, motherfucker, bow down.
Your crew abandoning ship, loyalty lost,
Motherfucker, your life tonight, ultimate cost.
You're a ghost, Hex, fading from view,
Motherfucker, tonight, the world sees through you."
The warehouse erupted in deafening cheers. Hex, broken and humiliated, retreated slowly, defeat etched into every movement. Malachi stood victorious yet cautious, fully aware of the dangerous beast he had wounded.
Marcus and Taz approached swiftly, pride evident yet wary.
"You did it," Marcus praised, voice low with cautious optimism. "But be ready—Hex won't let this humiliation slide."
Malachi nodded grimly. "I know."
Taz looked at him seriously. "He'll strike back harder, Malachi. Stay alert."
He clenched his fists, determination unwavering. "Let him try. I'm ready for whatever he brings."
Marcus laid a firm hand on his shoulder, eyes burning with intensity. "Then brace yourself, Malachi. This fight's far from over."
Malachi met his mentor's gaze, resolve blazing fiercely. "Let the storm come. I ain't backing down."