Mack Is Wack!!

Have you ever wanted to do something so bad that you'd do ANYTHING to be able to? If so, you can relate to Mack. Mack's a young, misled, wannabe emcee, thus deemed a "rapper" by default. In a scene full of relentless veterans and unforgiving fans, Mack finds himself out of place and is all but literally dying to be recognized as a true emcee.

The area of expertise he hopes to become proficient in is freestyle battling; one of the more prestigious niches of the hip-hop culture overall, undoubtedly. In a typical freestyle battle, the two ideal combatants are sharp-witted, well-polished wizards of the literary variety, able to spontaneously formulate lyrics which make one another look plain foolish in front of the crowd.

Mack watches in awe as one of his heroes, Chino, destroys another defenseless opponent. "Wow, if only I could do that like he just did," Mack reluctantly ponders. This is the first organized battle Mack's had the guts to actually enter, and the pressure is beginning to tangle his stomach into pretzels. There's $200 to be won and, more importantly, respect to be earned.

"Mack vs. Chino!," the host exclaims on the microphone as Mack turns pale with fear, pulling his faded black baseball cap just low enough to cover his eyes.

As one of his "friends" pushes him from behind forcing him toward the front of the crowd, Mack trips over the front speaker monitor onto the stage, to everyone's hysterical surprise. The unruly pack of rowdy battle enthusiasts chants "Mack is wack! ...Mack is wack," as huge beads of sweat begin to saturate the pitiful boy's entire face, which now is redder than the last cranberry vodka that cheap bartender served him.

Chino spits his verse and is somewhat sub-par by his standards… The crowd loves it nonetheless.

Mack's turn, "oohhh boy," he thinks, realizing that he's about to be made fun of even more than he already has. 3...2...1... in a split second decision, Mack opts to recite a verse he wrote the other day instead of freestyling like everybody else does.

"Yeeaahhhh!!!" The crowd LOVED it in the midst of their drunken stupor, and Mack won the battle, the $200 prize, and the resp-....

Instantly, out of nowhere, one of Chino's friends flies across the arena with the stealth of a ninja and the force of a linebacker SMACKING Mack down with an overhand left to the center of his right eye.
Snatching the money out of his hand, the huge goon scolds, "aint no writtens here, punk!"

Mack was left crying on the floor of the venue and never returned. It just goes to show you, cheater's get knocked out.

-Sahtyre