Still standing there making wicked rap beatz as Dick Tickler escorts what's left of Tommy Wish to the back, "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane continues with some sick flow of his own.

"I see this punk ass nigga named Gator,

Gonne take his shiny belt and tell him 'smell you later!'

'Cuz I ain't eaten' yet today so I'm feelin' kinda ornery,

Bitch ass Gator need to do his laundry.

'Cuz his mask be soaked with weeks worth of spit,

And rank ass breath be smellin' like shit.

Me and that belt are like my favorite letters:

LMNOP 'cuz they just belong together.

My lady's fly while yours about to die

and her fat ass thighs gave me pink eye.

I be rollin' MC's while you readin' DC

and tryin' to get McD's to accept EBT.

Just give it all up, cuz you ain't the top gun

Get on your back Gator, cuz you gettin' pinned, son!


Loverboy unfolds a cardboard box, does some 80's style breakdancing, then pins Gator.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing? Yeah, the rap battle was fun when it lasted but it's over now man. You killed the joke, well done. Why the hell are you even rapping? Guys like you are meant to get Run DMC to do that shit for you. But anyway, just go away. Seriously man, I had to deal with Wish's shit for with what felt like an eternity. I just want a goddamn nap, but, you had to challenge me. How fucking dare."

"I thought we were friends, and this is the second time you've tried to take a belt from me. And this time is going to be exactly the same as the last, me holding gold and you holding your groin in pain, apart from this time I might actually cut your dick off, because I'm all annoyed and angry from having to defend this fucking belt. I could give it to you if you want, but you'd just hold it for a few months and do nothing with it until you ultimately lose it to someone better than you, you know, like last time you held a belt. It's just too much hassle you know, and I'm thinking of you man. I don't want you to get upset again because you lost another belt. Remember last time? You were almost in tears talking to me about it."

"But, hey I'm trying to be civil here. At least you know for sure that when I knock you out you won't end up with a sex tape and a bastard son. At least when I knock you out, it won't matter as much due to this being a none sanctioned match. It will still be pretty humiliating for you, but at least you can worm your way out of it. Maybe you can make up a new conspiracy story, like Dick is actually a Sasha Grey alien who was sent from his home planet to personally fuck you over/ So, pack your shit up and pretty please get the fuck out of my face with that weak ass rap that makes Wish look like Wu Tang."

*Gator kicks out and does a standard hip toss on Lane*

I just wanted to rap!

A hiptoss???

That'sjust disrespectful, dude...

Loverboy shuffles off and abandons his pin attempt.