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A custom fabricated Dodge Viper rolled up to the club and stopped. Immediately paparazzi stormed the vehicle. The door opened in a reverse Lambo style, and a man stepped out, tan Lugz was the first out of the car. Next was baggy black jeans with red stitches. He got out of the vehicle and paparazzi moved back to give the hardened artist room to prevent his anger to flare. He wore a red Toronto Raptors jersey with a red bandana and black flat-brim hat on his head. He smirked as he made his way to the club, ignoring the questions the reporter fools had. He stepped up to the bouncer and stared him in the eyes before the large barral chested man stepped aside.

Markus, was his name, and hip hop was his game. The moment he stepped into the club, a smirk formed over his handsome face. It wasn't the music, the alcohol or the girls that had his attention. No, it was the rivalry, his enemies that would be here, too afraid to back up their words spoken. And if they did try to cap him off, he had a forty five caliber handgun in the trunk of his pants, concealed by his jersey.

The man noticed a drunken idiot had forced himself upon a girl and he walked up to him and his posse. Without warning the rapper had grabbed his head and smashed it into the table. As the bouncer escorted the woman away from the group of boys, the man's friends closest to the edge of the seats immediately jumped to their feet only to recieve a quick right hook to their jaws. Two punches and two laid out men had the others looking in awe at how hard and fast of a punch the aggressive man possessed. He grabbed the one who made his move on the drunken girl by the hair and made him glance him in the eyes.

"I suggest you leave the club with your friends if you wish to ever taste pussy with that tongue of yours." He let go of the hair and simply stepped back, allowing the group to escort their unconcious friends away.

A bouncer walked up to the rapper and shook his head. "You didn't have to do that, you know... he did nothing wrong."

"Did nothing wrong? Bitch, are you fuckin' blind? He's lucky all I did was break his nose!" spoke Markus. "Now get the fuck outta my face before I beat your ass."