50 Shades of Meet-Cute

Smackdown City {Shade 27}

Christina Milian -- Kid Sundae
Eliza Dushku -- Phoenix

Favorite hip-hop radio station blasting through the speakers, she carefully measured each leg of the coffee table she had been working on for the last few days. Content they were even, she grabbed the nearby sandpaper for further smoothing when a sharp whistle drew her attention toward the entrance to the basement where she spent the last few years building her custom furniture business. A grin splitting her lips and showcasing a pair of deep dimples, she happily greeted the unexpected visitor while swallowing the distance between them for a hearty hug.

"What're you doing here, player?" His name was actually Tevin but long ago she nicknamed him player because she claimed he went through girls faster than rolls of toilet paper. "Some woman finally pin you down and you want me to attend the wedding?" Grinning, she pointed toward various pieces of furniture. "Maybe build y'all a marital bed?"

Eyes widening, Tevin couldn't shake his head fast enough. "Hell no! I refuse to settle until I'm at least fifty. Mrs. Player of course will be no older than twenty-five." As his friend laughed he pulled his phone from his back pocket. "I actually came with a message." Fast thumbs began to sweep across the small screen. "You're being called out to Smackdown City for a battle this Saturday."

Although surprised since no one had requested a battle from her in years she couldn't decline fast enough. "Tell whoever it is thanks but no thanks. I retired from freestyle when I turned thirty and not looking to come out of that retirement."

Tevin figured she would say no, but that didn't prevent him from offering her the phone. When she shoved her hands into her jeans instead of taking it he laughed. "Come on, Nix. Just watch her invitation. She put it on YouTube a couple days ago and it already has a crazy amount of hits. One of the top comments says you probably won't show up as you're probably ancient by now." There it was. Tevin inwardly beamed. There was that fire she used to possess before she chose to step away from freestyle rapping in order to fully focus on building her furniture business, claiming she was getting 'too old' to be spitting rhymes. Phoenix didn't mind referencing her age, but she couldn't stand for anyone else to bring it up in a negative way.

She snatched the phone from him. "Who is this she?"

"Kid Sundae. Some say she's about to take your spot as one of the best female freestyle rappers around here." Bouncing from one foot to the other Tevin rubbed his palms together while watching her. "You gonna let that happen without a fight, Nix?" Not responding she stared toward the yet to be played video. "Go ahead. Watch it."

Curiosity getting the best of her, Phoenix tapped the arrow button pointing toward the right. Although he had watched it several times, Tevin moved to stand next to his petite friend as an even more petite young woman wearing a Kangol cap sent the camera a brilliant smile and waved.

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Yo, yo, yo
Hello, Phoenix
How you doin', baby?
Was wondering if you cared to battle maybe?

You see, I'm the baddest chick in this city
My rhymes are slick, my rhymes are gritty
Hear back in the day you were all that
But compared to me?
You're a mouse, I'm the cat

You can't beat me
You can't defeat me
Matter of fact, don't even know why
I'm inviting you to Smackdown City

You can't trump this
Used to be all that
Now I bet you ain't nothin' but an old bat

I'm the new kid in town
I'm Kid Sundae
You're my lil' mouse and Imma eat my prey
That's if your ass shows up
Probably at home you'll stay