Hwoarang gasped for air as the tightened cord cut off his respitory system. More blood, from his busted bottom lip, oozed down his chin. Ice Man let out a sadistic laugh.
"Looks like this is a wrap," Ice Man continued to chuckle.
A bouncer finally ran on to the stage and grabbed Ice Man, pulling him away from Hwoarang who exhaled with a sigh of relief. Hwoarang slowly got up and turned to Ice Man, who was held in check by a bouncer. Picking up his mic, he turned to the crowd.
"Let him go." Hwoarang motioned to the bouncer.
"Let that fool go," Hwoarang followed.
The bouncer pushed Ice Man forward, who surprisingly just stood there. Hwoarang turned to the crowd.
"Is it just me, or does this crowd want to see a battle?"
Random replies of yes, yeah, and oh yeah insued. Future appeared from the shadows with a coin, ready for flipping. Future walked in between the fighters and the crowd grew silent.
Future turned to E Money. "Heads or Tails?"
"Tails," E Money replied.
Future flipped the coin. Catching it and placing it on his wrist.
"It's heads." Future acknowledged.
"Ice Man, who would you like to go first?"
"I'm curious how a ***** emcee flows, let him go first," Ice Man fronted.
Future stepped back as the DJ dropped the instrumental, "Mobb Deep - Survival of the Fittest"
E Money turned to Ice Man and shook his head. Then turned to the crowd.
Blood pouring from my lip as I flow, he's trying to take shots-at-me
This wannabe thug must have just tripped and won the ghetto lot-er-ry
But you spent your money on the wrong numbers
You can't stop the invincible, your just another hypocritical succession of lyrical hypoc-ra-cy
All the times you saw Eminem flow and all the time you thought he was something you could be
But it takes natural skills to box with someone as potentialy and physically irregardless as me
Take your fake gang signs and get off the street
You know deep down you got nothing to beef
Using heated arguments aka circus side shows for your music career's finanical relief
We're reminded every time we listen to the constant lines of deceit
Wonder why you even got the mind to speak
Ice Man was gritting his teeth, on the verge of an aggrivated explosion. He began to spin the mic, using the cord to increase speed and control it's direction. He suddenly dropped it. kicked it with the side of his right foot, and applied a soft enough grip that it spiraled at Hwoarang.
Future screamed. "Look out!"
Hwoarang turned to his right and saw the mic heading straight for his face, unhesitantly he leaned out of harms way. But his balance had been sacrificed and he fell off the stage. Staying calm, he landed on his hands and launched off the ground below. The crowd scattered as he finally planted his two feet, standing twenty five feet from the stage. The crowd stared silenty at Hwoarang, then turned to Ice Man, waiting for him to react. Ice Man punched his right fist into the palm of his left hand and bursted foward. The crowd was thrown aside like cattle in a tornado, victims in Ice Man's destructive charge towards Hwoarang. The Tae Kwon Do artist dropped into his stance as "Mobb Deep - Survival of the Fittest" still blared in his surroundings. Hwoarang began to run forward, throwing his right shoulder back, preparing to closeline Ice Man.
Ice Man pushed aside two people and only watched as Hwoarang's fist closed in on his nose, knocking him off his feet. His head spun and his back took in the smack of the concrete. Hwoarang began to cycle through his denominative styles, waiting for Ice Man to stand up. Iceman rolled onto his stomach, and used his knees and arms to push off of the ground, slowly rising to his feet as his head rang from the contact. He shook his head, his eyes immediately focusing on Hwoarang.
"Lucky shot," Ice man acquitted.
Hwoarang slid forward off his left foot and switched to his right, swinging the heel of his left foot into the side of Ice Man's mouth. Practicly blindsided, Ice Man had to catch his balance. Hwoarang ran forward, hoping to take advantage of his position. Ice Man suddenly woke and got up, throwing his shoulder into Hwoarang's stomach. He wrapped his arms around Hwoarang tight, and slammed him to the ground. The nasty cut on Hwoarang's lip, poored blood and was followed by Hwoarang couging up more. Rolling to his side, Hwoarang gritted with pain.
"Learning quick, I see," Ice Man bursted.
Hwoarang's arm shook as he pushed to his feet, wiping the blood from his chin. Yet the presence of blood still trickled down his chin.
"You seem to be leaking," Ice Man further remarked.
The crowd had formed a thick circle around the two of them, chanting their perceptions and opinions on the fight. Suddenly the doors opened and police sirens could be heard. The main entrance doors open and the reflection of squad car lights could be seen. Ice Man looked at Hwoarang and then looked at the red and blue lights. He turned and ran away, finding his way through the crowd and out the opposite doors. Hwoarang watched him exit and then decided to chase him down. Busting through the doors he saw as Ice Man disappeared around a corner.
"I'll cut him off," Hwoarang predicted.
Hwoarang ran toward the street corner, but turned down a dark alleyway, disappearing in the darkness.