Rules:
Everyone should know the basic rules. No bitching or fighting in the threads. Or shit talking. 1st offense results in 1 docked vote, 2nd offense results in dq. Everyone must vote on atleast 2 other topicals or you will be docked a vote.
How to win:
If your opponent no shows, or 3-0 Ko or a 4-1 ko or a first to 5. If a vote is placed as a tie each will get 1 vote a piece. And if it goes to 5-5 I will be the deciding vote or xkwisite. If you have a problem with a vote pm me and I will discuss it with xkwisite.
Length: 30-50 lines

Have fun and enjoy.

Topic: You ar the boss of a major comapny and you are a prick and walk all over everyone there. So one day after work you are walking to your car and are abducted by 4 masked guys into a van. They take you to a warehouse and sit you in a chair. They beat on you a little bit and give you a gun with 1 bullet to play Russian Roullette for 3 rounds to give you a lesson in life. If you live you are let go. Explain the series of events that occur and the outcome.

**Note you can add a hook if you want and dialogue, this will not count against your line limit**

Deadline: Check in by Saturday May 7th 11:59pm EST
Verses due Sunday Sunday May 8th 11:59pm EST
Only have 12 hours leway time (docked 1 vote) Anything over you lose. (This only applies for when verses are due not check in.)
Will be strictly enforced this time.

Check'd Up...Good Luck Ike...

Check in, good luck to you to, pz.

I stray away from the store to get away from these ignorant employees
Heading to my car finally in attempt to get away from manging controllably
Fiddeling with my keys I finally hit the lock, but notice a sound come from the side
In my surprise I see a man with a black mask, stained trench coat next to my ride
“YO MAN” Yelling to my face, stubbornly I look up “WHAT!” my voice angered
As I see 3 more men walk from behind the lot, as all 4 men rush me quickly & hankered
Before I know it, I’m thrown onto the top of my car, face smashed into the hood
Tied by the hands and feet, as they yank me up and drag me as far as they could
Cascaded into the van, and blindfolded with force..as they drive off with no remorse
My voice all hoarse, from screamin for help…Ducktaped my mouth shut of course
My soul still screams because my vocals are shot, Why me? As I hear a gun cock
Tears run from the blindfold as they yell “Pussy make the crying STOP!” My brain freezes in total shock
The Van comes to a hault, I’m drug again across the pavement and stony driveway
I hear a door slam as my body is thrown onto concrete flooring sideways
Blindfold snatched from my face and the rope is untwined from my arms and legs
The men begin to torment my soul with verbal assault as my mind is plagued
Mental infliction is then forwarded to physical abuse, as they bash my face in
Taking knives out their sheathes, they begin to cut incisions in my body as if I was their patient
Heart pacin, as my face is now beaten into a pulp and my body looks like a operation gone Askew
In fact, bloods leaking.. And my vision is becoming blurry..As they rip into my tendons and tissue
I limp up and try to stand on my own two feet, but stumble continuously “Go Over There!!”
They push me and make me crawl to this room, with a stench so horribly “Now Sit In This Chair!!”
Once again I’m hog tied by the ankles, but this time my hands are free of danger
But to my astonishment im handed a loaded pistol with just one bullet in the chamber
As I sit with the pistol all I hear in the background is System Of A Down - Roulette
I knew exactly what it meant at that very moment “If Your Such A hardass.. Prove It!!”
My eyes pan the 4 men standing around me… Each one of them now standing with arms crossed
“Cmon Boss”… My mind draws a blank…. I have nothing left, I never knew what being such an ass would cost
I lift the pistol up , My hand shaking frantically as I try to move it towards my head
Without even pulling the trigger I can feel the bullets impact, but I concentrate on the task instead
My hand sweating and fingers weak I go to pull the trigger……….


-CLICK-…….


Sweat dripping down my forehead with a sigh of relief, I drew a blank..but it aint over that quick
All I hear in the background is laughter and amusement…I’m these guy’s entertainment.. how sick
Still trying to figure out Why I’m Here?…What have I done to deserve this?… and then the masks are unveiled
It’s them….. It’s my employees……..The people I have bossed around daily and made their lives living hell
Well… I guess this is what karma is, I guess this is what you get for pushing people around
I go to pick up the pistol again, as I move it up and place my finger on the trigger…waiting for the sound




BLAP………..




Damn, I didn’t really think I’d go out like this… I mean damn was this my destiny?
Guess this is what happens when you treat people the way I did and it got the best of me

Just so you know, I'm not getting home til 10 oclock tonight which I think is 11 EST. So my verse will either be cutting it tight or over the deadline and I'll take the dock of a vote. But yeh.... don't worry, I'll have it in.

"Your FIRED!" (What) "Don't talk back, or I fire you again",
"But I have two kids, and one slept in!"
"I don't give fuck, you're so damn worthless,
You ain't worth a dime, and wife should birth less."
"You'll pay for this! I'll have my revenge."
"Good. Heard it that before, now get out and God AMEN!"

See, at that point… I was still young. I had the rush of power. I had money, which meant, I didn't need friends, or people to like me. People only need friends when they don't have the luxuries that I have. But, I guess I should've seen it coming anyway. People are jealous.

8 in evening, another long day, so I'm eager to be sleeping,
Slowly walking to my car, pacing myself by the sounds of the evening,
I turn around and spit, stare at the corporation,
God, it's good to be rich, no care for other's situation,
The thrill of getting fucked, cause my dick's too rich for masturbation
Life just isn't fair, so I'm not fair through demonstration,

I admit it,
I walked on people! Like Jesus walked on water,
Everyone was under me, hell I was Satan's father,
I came from Hell, and brought the lessons with me,
And if you don't like it, you can quit, or be chained to my desk quickly.

But I forgot to mention, the second I turned back,
Envisioning three men, with negative intention dressed in black,
"This is your redemption", screamed one as he made contact,
"This was your invention" as another took my middle finger and made it crack,
Pain was my only reply, as I was blindfolded, and shoved into the van,
My nails dug against the ropes, but too dull, for once regretting I was dubbed a man,
And by the time I got out, I recognized the sounds of Lakeland Shore,
A place I often came to break in new employees, my own personal office whores,
And they pushed me into the warehouse, quickly, I staggered stepped,
I kicked and I scrambled, refusing to be plastered yet,
Then one smacked my head against the pole, asking if he remembered when we met,
Then another interrupted and declared "Time for Russian Roulette".

"Mr. Lawndale. You have 3 chances to make it out alive. If you refuse to participate… then each of us have guns fully loaded. So, I suggest you make the best of it."


I regret it,
I walked on people! Like Jesus walked on water,
Everyone was under me, hell I was Satan's father,
I came from Hell, and brought the lessons with me,
And if you don't like it, you can quit, or be chained to my desk quickly.


So I stared at the revolver, and looked up at the black masks,
This was horrid, unmerciful, and everything past that,
But the gun, I grasped at, pissing my pants, under my ass crack,
As they laughed at hysterically, I closed in, collecting fear like packrats
So, the gun, held at my head, nervously while one made Jeopardy sounds,
And the others wanted me dead growling hungrily like festively hounds,
Reluctantly, I pulled the trigger, and blinked at the sound of the weak click,
And just when I think I pissed myself empty, I smelled the reek of fresh piss,
In relief, I let the gun rest, only to pick it up soaked in fear,
The sweat, the piss, the ingredients to broken humanity that makes you hear,
And I held the barrel, imprinting, pressed against my head,
CLICK, okay, no bang, which means not yet in my death bed,
One more shot, and no confidence against the incompetent,
Gotta get out here, to find my own providence,
My palms sweaty, slipping gingerly around the trigger,
If I'm paying back for my sins, why not money? Go figure,
But my eyes blur and clenching my hand nervously,
CLICK, no bang, good, everything works perfectly


I walked on people! Like Jesus walked on water,
Everyone was under me, hell I was Satan's father,
I came from Hell, and brought the lessons with me,
And if you don't like it, you can quit, or be chained to my desk quickly.

Then the man, of four, the leader I presume,
See's the smirk on my face, and wipes it away so soon,
Holding the gun at my head, he clicks it, and CLICK,
And I smile at the bitch, til he says "That's it -
The chamber was always empty, but we love to see you piss,
So to end your embarrassment, Johnny throw me real gun will silver bullet tips"
And with a new gun, I see this unhesitant vengeful finger pull,
I can hear the bullet echo as it smashes my mouth of bloody drool,



And that's it. That's my epitaph.

Quite a nice battle from the both of you, they were kind of similar to a certain extent.

Padrino: Straight to the point which was nice, lines i felt were too long and could of been shorterned, it was mostly inner ryhming that i saw and not really any multies. The content was quite decent, though i couldn't figure why u would do russian roulette immediantly without the hestitation of arguing etc.

Ike: Looks like you put a lot into your verse, i actually really enjoyed reading it, your vocab didn't seem as complex as padrino but you still explained it well, also you was straight to the point, i liked how u brought the ending together, the flow was real nice to with good multies. A nice verse from you.

Overall: Ike

I think I must agree with Krypton in this one. I read both participants three times. I thoroughly enjoyed this battle. I agree that the line lengths in IL Padrino's verse seemed overly-long. I dont have any bad comments to say about the story expressed in either participant's writing, but I was held by Ike-One's more so that IL's.

Furthermore, I like honest lyrics that don't seem forced and that is what is most reflective in Ike-One's writing in this attempt.

I vote IKE-ONE

Much respect to you both for witing on this topic -- you deserve it.

WUNZUNO
THE TRUTH

ps. my vote would be reversed if Ike has exceeded the line-limit. I didn't count, as it is not my job to do so.

Well let me start off by saying that this was a great battle. Both came hard and both had a rather good story telling presence. I was feelin both drops and re read them twice. Just to make sure "I" feel I'm giving a correct and proper vote. In the end tho what swayed me from Il's drop was the line lengths. I just felt that his lines were too stretched out.

iL_PadrinoYou got to the point quick and made sure that you addressed it. Like I said I really felt that your lines coulda been shorter. Your content was straight so theres no complaining about that area. Like Krypton said, there was a shit load of inner rhyming but not much multis. I woulda enjoyed to see some multis in there but thats just my opinion. The Russian Roulette was a great idea but again I agree with Krypton that you shoulda argued and maybe give more of an insight before just rushing into the Roulette part.

Ike-One From the beginning I could tell you put a good amount of effort in your verse. Nice read all the way through. The flow was straight and you had some nice multis. You also explained your topic rather well. Vocab was straight but didnt seem as strong as Padrinos. You did bring the ending together very well. Overall what won it in my eyes was Ikes content and ending.

Good battle regardless...
Vote: Ike-One