Tournament of Souls

by RiftedEnergy Sat Aug 27, 2016 12:35 pm

As Hannibal and Parker are sniffing around back stage as per their usual character, a slithery snake seems to be creeping on them from afar.

Hannibal motions for Parker to move along without him as he hangs back.

The Masta Fujin himself emerges with his hands up in a 'hold on, hear me out' fashion.

"Hannibal.... It's almost time again..."

Hannibal shakes his head 'no'

"Hannibal, we have no choice, we must return soon..."

Hannibal shakes his head once more, looking a little anguished. He looks down the hall to Parker.

"You have time to say 'Goodbye,' Hannibal... We must depart at Exodus..."

Hannibal recognizes every word and comprehends the wordplay involved. Yet, he still wants to stay.

"What, because you won the Slick B Memorial Battle Royal? What did that get you, Hannibal? What did that teach you?"

Hannibal takes off his mask, clears his throat, and spits fire like only The Dragon, Hannibal King could,

"Sneaky Snake Lord, lookin at me like all I can say is 'Dur'
You have better luck with Mike Grizzly tryna fight him, bite him, in a contest for his fur
You'll get caught up, like walkin through woods with a burr
And all these words passin by like a blur
And I just heard they criticize me for being a nerd but my head butt is here to crush that like a curd."

Parker is seen in the background with THAT look on his face as the flames get higher.

"Break down, shake around, pound for pound we're the heaviest around. Doom beats sound like a beatin fleet, or hail like comets hittin during a sleet.
So come box beats and lyrically compete
I'll be running over you like a com-plete fleet of ath-letes Feets with Cleats
Dreams seep through yo brain when you sleep
I learned from you how to sneak when I creep,
but the floor creaks when I sink, my teeth into you I hit you like a jeep when I speak
I'll surprise you and all you can say is 'Bleeeeeeeep....'"
Hannibal figuratively drops the mic as Masta Fujin yells " #%$!!!!!!!!!!!!"