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Jeffrye421 · **08-14-2026, 06:44 AM**

Standing on what’s left of the sidewalk in the Streets of the Edgecrusher is MC EC, dressed in his usual street-certified attire. Beside him is the kindly old man from previously, Mr. Miller. He leans on his cane, staring blankly into the distance.

MC EC: All right, Mr. Miller, here’s the plan, dawg. This mo’fo’ thinks she can come into our hood, tear it down, and just walk away without facing street justice? HELL NAW! We gonna wait for her to arrive. Right when she gets out of her car, I’ll hit her with a surprise attack. Once she’s weakened, I’ll hit that bitch with a small package. That’s a wrestling move, not an actual delivery. When I get them shoulders down, you count three. Then we get outta there with Korvayne’s bling. You got all that?

Mr. Miller slowly turns his head toward MC EC.

Mr. Miller: What?

The Edgecrusher nods to himself.

MC EC: Right... forgot about the hearing-aid battery thing.

He takes a big breath, cups both hands around his mouth, and leans directly into the old man’s ear.

MC EC: ALL RIGHT, MR. MILLER, HERE’S THE PLAN, DAWG. THIS MO’FO’ THINKS SHE CAN COME INTO OUR HOOD, TEAR IT DOWN, AND JUST WALK AWAY WITHOUT FACING STREET JUSTICE? HELL NAW! WE GONNA WAIT FOR HER TO ARRIVE. RIGHT WHEN SHE GETS OUT OF HER CAR, I’LL HIT HER WITH A SURPRISE ATTACK. ONCE SHE’S WEAKENED, I’LL HIT THAT BITCH WITH A SMALL PACKAGE. THAT’S A WRESTLING MOVE, NOT AN ACTUAL DELIVERY. WHEN I GET THEM SHOULDERS DOWN, YOU COUNT THREE. THEN WE GET OUTTA THERE WITH KORVAYNE’S BLING. YOU GOT ALL THAT?

The neighborhood falls dead silent. Mr. Miller scratches his cheek.

Mr. Miller: What?

The Edgecrusher stares at him in disbelief.

MC EC: How the hell did none of that get through?

Mr. Miller: Who are you?

MC EC gives up on verbal communication and points toward the ground. He slaps the sidewalk three times, then raises three fingers.

MC EC: COUNT! ONE! TWO! THREE!

Mr. Miller: OH! A three-count! Why didn’t ya say so?

MC EC: Let’s roll.

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Sometime much later, a sleek chauffeured car pulls into the parking lot outside the arena. The Edgecrusher makes a half-assed attempt to crouch behind a decorative shrub near the building’s entrance. Unfortunately, the shrub only reaches his waist, leaving most of him visible. His fake jewelry jingles loudly with every breath he takes. Mr. Miller stands beside him, completely in the open.

MC EC: Yo, dawg, get some cover.

Mr. Miller: What?

The Edgecrusher rubs his chin in deep thought.

MC EC: Yeah, my knees are shit too.

He stands back up the entire inch he had crouched down and grabs the old man’s sleeve. The driver gets out and hurries around to open the rear door. EC narrows his eyes as Korvayne steps out. He explodes from behind the bush, dragging Mr. Miller several feet before losing his grip on the old man’s sleeve.

MC EC: WORD LIFE!

Korvayne looks up from her phone as EC charges toward her. His rolled-up pant leg immediately slips down around his ankle. He stumbles, regains his balance, and awkwardly collides with Korvayne. He grabs one of her legs and attempts to twist himself around her and pull her down into a small package. His oversized clothes make the move considerably more difficult than normal. MC EC hooks the wrong leg, turns in the wrong direction, and somehow folds his own body backward. His shoulders hit the pavement, with Korvayne locked in his octopus-like grip and inadvertently pinning him down. Mr. Miller finally reaches them and carefully lowers himself to the ground. He casually checks and, sure enough, sees a pair of shoulders pinned firmly against the pavement: the Edgecrusher’s shoulders.

He counts the three...

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