Chapter 20: Wild Energy
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The set of Wild 'n Out was electric.
Music blasting. Crowd yelling. Lights flashing.
“SKYE! SKYE! SKYE!”
Skye laughed, feeding off the energy as she stepped forward, mic in hand.
Across from her, Nick Cannon grinned like he had something dangerous planned.
“Oh, we’re not letting you leave without a challenge,” Nick said.
Skye raised a brow. “What kind of challenge?”
Nick turned to the crowd.
“RAP BATTLE!”
The audience exploded.
Skye blinked. “Wait—I didn’t prepare for this—”
Nick cut her off, smirking. “Good. Makes it better.”
A pause.
“And your opponent?”
The beat dropped.
The crowd held its breath.
“None other than…”
A familiar figure walked out.
Hood up. Calm. Legendary presence.
Eminem.
The place went absolutely insane.
Skye’s jaw dropped. “Oh my God…”
Eminem stepped forward, mic in hand, a slight smirk forming.
“I’m about to take you down, Skye.”
She grinned, stepping up to him. “Not if I take you down first.”
“OHHHHHH!” the crowd roared.
Nick clapped once. “Alright—we starting with INSULT RAPS!”
—
🎤 Round 1: Insults
The beat kicked in.
Eminem went first.
🎤 Eminem:
Look at you, big star, think you run the show,
Got the crowd hyped but you still moving slow,
Grammy in your hand but you ain’t earned your throne,
I built this game—you just rented the zone.
You talk big now ‘cause the lights on bright,
But take ‘em away, you ain’t built for the fight,
I’ve been killing mics before you learned to write,
Step to me wrong, it’s a long goodnight.
“OOOOHHHH!” the crowd screamed.
Nick jumped. “SPICY!”
Skye smirked, rolling her shoulders.
“Alright…”
She stepped forward.
🎤 Skye:
You a legend, yeah I said it, but you stuck in the past,
I’m the future, I’m the now, yeah I’m built to outlast,
You paved roads, I respect it, but I’m taking it fast,
While you looking in the mirror, I’m already past.
You say I ain’t earned it? Boy, I earned every scar,
Turned pain into power, now I’m raising the bar,
You taught me the game—now I’m changing the art,
Student beat the teacher, now I’m playing it smart.
“OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!”
Nick ran across the stage. “SHE CAME FOR YOU!”
Eminem just nodded slightly… impressed.
—
🎤 Round 2: Speed
Nick raised both hands.
“Alright—SPEED ROUND!”
The crowd went wild again.
“Let’s see who really got it!”
Eminem stepped forward first.
The beat changed.
Faster.
Sharper.
He leaned into the mic—
🎤 Eminem (fast flow):
Rapid with the rhythm, never slipping, I be flipping every syllable I spit,
Hit ‘em with the venom, got ‘em running when I’m coming with the fire I ignite,
Lyrical assassin, I be stacking every bar like a weapon I commit,
Tryna keep up with the pace but you break when I accelerate the mic—
The crowd LOST IT.
“AHHHHH!”
Nick grabbed his head. “HE’S GOING CRAZY!”
Eminem stepped back, calm again.
“Your turn.”
—
Skye took a breath.
Closed her eyes for just a second.
Then—
She snapped forward.
🎤 Skye (faster):
Leveling the tempo, I’m ahead of every second, I’m a menace when I enter, never lagging on the beat,
Running every lane, I’m insane, I’m a flame, I’m the pressure, I’m the storm when I’m stepping on the heat,
You can try to match the pace but I erase every trace, leave you chasing every word I let release,
I’m the future and the present, I’m a lesson and a weapon—every bar I drop is victory complete—
The crowd ERUPTED.
People were on their feet.
Screaming.
Jumping.
“NO WAY!”
“SHE WON!”
“THAT WAS CRAZY!”
Nick ran center stage.
“I’VE SEEN A LOT—BUT THAT?!”
He pointed at Skye.
“WINNER!”
—
The crowd chanted her name.
“SKYE! SKYE! SKYE!”
Skye laughed, slightly out of breath, adrenaline rushing.
Eminem stepped forward.
Gave her a small nod.
Then pulled her into a light hug.
“You outran me, kid,” he said.
She smiled. “You’re the legend… but I had to beat the legend.”
He smirked. “Respect.”
—
The music blasted.
The crowd kept roaring.
And for a moment—
Everything felt unstoppable again.
—
But somewhere…
Behind a screen…
Watching.
Always watching.
His smile widened.
“Look at you…” he whispered.
“Perfect.”
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