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50 Cent & Wiz Khalifa, Chief Keef - "Hate Being Sober (Dotcom's Festival Trap Remix)"
Haunted: Collapse into Caliginosity
Chapter 23:
Making It Rain
Linus finally got our team video finished. I was on the brink of sleep last night when he called me. He was all excited and wanted me to come over to see it. Since he was focusing on my part of the video the most, I knew he just wanted to show me how much money we were going to earn soon from sponsors. My looks and display on the screen was the main focal point.
My car beeped after I locked it and walked away. Conjoined white apartment buildings lined up in front of me. I headed for one I've visited many times before. When I climbed three flights of outdoor stairs, I made my way to Linus's apartment. He quickly answered the door after I knocked.
"Mac-Attack!" he greeted. "Get in here. You're going to love this." He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. The first thing I noticed was his open laptop on the brown leather couch, but I also noticed how quiet it was.
"Trent's not here yet?"
"Nah, I didn't call him to come over. I just wanted you to see it for now." He got the laptop and sat back down on the couch. I put my gym bag on a table and sat next to him.
"Are you sure this'll top last year's video?" I asked, pressing my cheek against his shoulder.
"Positive," he confirmed. "Trust me on this."
On the laptop, he pulled up a video that had a dark screen to begin with. There was a deep dubstep beat that I created a few weeks ago. Suddenly, as the bass dropped, Linus was sitting in my famous golden throne, its detailed engravings towering above him. He didn't say a word. All he did was stare into the camera with a grimace as the beat seemed to zone out.
The screen flashed.
With the return of the beat, there were different angles of Linus shown. His muscles were very noticeable and his face showed no fear. Every angle presented what a true leader should look like.
Flash.
Then he was standing up with the camera revolving around him. Beside him, his anatomy made its appearance. Height: six feet, four inches. Weight: one hundred-sixty-four pounds.
One last glare into the camera. "Linus" formed above his head. Then he was gone.
The dubstep pulsated, creating a vibe of suspense.
Trent was sitting in the throne now, his face not giving a hint of friendliness like I was used to. The mysterious glint in his blue eyes made me shutter. He was nothing but menacing.
Pulsate.
Trent's body was full of muscle. It made him look big and powerful. The lit cigarette in his mouth made him seem so different than how I knew him.
Pulsate.
He stood up with the camera doing what it did with Linus. Height: six feet, eight inches. Weight: one hundred-eighty-three pounds.
He scowled into the camera. "Trent" formed above his head. Then he was gone.
The dubstep stopped. The screen went black again. I thought something was wrong, until I heard the gun reload.
The bass dropped.
I covered the whole screen as the vibrations could make me tremble. There I was, on my throne, lifting my head to stare into the camera. My fitted hat shaded my face. My eyes unblinkingly gleamed with pure hazel. All I did was sit there, unmoving, so that the audience could absorb what they were looking at.
I couldn't believe how fierce I looked, how scary I looked. Seeing myself reminded me of why all of Ninjago loved me: I was indomitable. I was strong, bold, and fearless, like a predator. Linus and Trent were right. I am the reason Poison Posse is famous. I can blow away teams just because I'm their competitor. I'm the alpha female of Ninjago.
The bass dropped.
I stood with the camera revolving around me. Height: five-foot two-inches. Weight: one hundred-seventeen pounds.
I blinked my eyes open to the camera, sending out a scary expression. "Macca Soxx" formed above my head. Then I remained where I was standing.
The camera zoomed out, revealing Linus, Trent, and I standing in a triangle. At first we just stood there as the dubstep changed. When we danced, it was basic tricks and combos. They got more difficult as the video progressed.
After twists and flips and powerful moves, the video switched to our workout routine at a hardcore gym. Linus rolled up onto his shoulder blades, quickly hopped up to his feet, got down to do a push-up, and then jumped and grabbed a bar to do a pull-up. Trent strapped a heavy weight around his waist and then lifted his body up and down while gripped parallel bars. I gripped a thick steel bar, which could hold up to half a ton, backwards with the front of the body facing the ground, my arms stretched out all the way so I could work my core. More clips from the gym played, including some of the three of us doing workouts together without hesitating to stop.
Footage of Poison Posse from earlier battles in the tournament gave the audience a preview of what they were about to witness.
The last shot was of us staring into the camera together. Not a single word was spoken. "Pick Your Poison" melted into place above our heads. And then it was all over.
I could already feel the money pour in from all kinds of companies so that they could sponsor our battles. Millions and millions of dollars…right in the palms of our hands.
You'll see this again in the future of this story :P It was pretty fun writing about it. And nobody reviewed yet! :( That's okay, though. I saw how many silent readers were checking things out since the last update ;)