On the streets of The Edgecrusher…

Charlie pins Korvayne AGAIN! 

MC Edgecrusher is there to count the fall!

Korvayne cries while kicking out, but does indeed kick out. She immediately runs away, scolding her SIMP for taking a wrong turn somewhere and making her wind up on the Streets of the Edgecrusher.

She doesn't stop there. Kor goes right to the politicians in charge of the area/district where the Streets of the Edgecrusher are, and she pays them loads of money under the table to have the Streets of the Edgecrusher shut down, dead-ended, demolished, and removed off the face of the earth just like the Romans did to Carthage.

The camera opens up on what used to be the streets of the Edgecrusher. MC EC stands behind a chain-link fence staring at a giant dirt lot. A ROAD CLOSED sign lies nearby. Somewhere off in the distance, heavy machinery backs up. The Edgecrusher just stares in utter disbelief. 

MC EC: Yo...

He looks left, then right.

MC EC: Where the fuck my hood at, dawg?


The camera pans across the former coffee shop, now a pile of rubble and dirt.

MC EC: Korvayne really went to the government, slid some fuckers a few stacks, and had the streets wiped off the goddamn map.

The Edgecrusher pauses.

MC EC: I aint even mad, dawg.

He appears to be genuinely confused by this.

MC EC: I didn't even know you could... you could just do that!

The Edgecrusher turns todays the cameraman.

MC EC: Did you know you could do that?

Silence in response. 

MC EC: I've had problems with the streets my entire ass life. Never once did it occur to me, I could just pay somebody to get rid of my Opps.

He turns back to the destruction.

MC EC: That's some gangsta ass shit. Fucker aint have to destroy the whole damn neighborhood just cause they almost got pinned. There were innocent people living here.

He pauses to reflect.

MC EC: Probably. 

Some more time to think.

MC EC: There was for sure a coffee shop.

The Edgecrusher solemnly removes his backwards hat, another bandana is underneath it and holds it to his chest.

MC EC: Pour one out for the homies.

He pulls a bottle of water out from his hoodie pocket and pours it into the dirt. 

MC EC: Word life.

He begins to walk away, only making it a few feet before stopping.

MC EC: Seriously though, who the fuck do I talk to about getting my street back?

The scene fades out.