Katrina VS Aya! The most grimiest prelude!

Ah, life was good...

With both her debut and sophmore albums, "Who Da Baddest" Pt1 and Pt2 going platinum within the first 15 minutes of thier official release, Katrina should be swimming in cash by now, right?
Well of course!
Katrina had been 100% positive that she was getting paid some serious dough ever since she had signed her recording contract, which clearly stated:

Katrina...you're not getting nothing but 0/100th of one cent per album sold.

With that said, It'll be only a matter of time before she becomes even more rich!

After celebrating alone in her shower, Katrina can now be seen roaming the halls with a white towel draped over her unrealistically large bust and field goal wide hips. Our wrestlerette/emcee figured that she'd keep herself busy by wandering the halls aimlessly while reciting her favorite lines off of her most recent hit records.

"Katrina be the baddest bitch they evuh wuz/
Believe dat dis hoe be da one to fuck yo cuz/
all in his azz, then I whip out my---huh?/"

Katrina stops herself mid-line when she notices a short looking blonde standing idly by just a few feet from where she was, though it seemed as if this girl has yet to notice her presence.

"Ayo! You there! Git out mah way!"

Katrina would snarl at her. One hand snapping her fingers while the other holds onto the edges of her bathing towel.

Aya had walked into the locker room earlier, having entered from the shower room. She had just dried off and finished putting out her baby blue lingerie that she held dear to her. She was about to do some stretches when she heard someone singing.. horrible lyrics.

She winced, about to plug her fingers in her ears until she saw the woman that was singing. She blinked up at her when she told her to get out of the way.

"Ayo? My name's Aya, not Ayo. How did you even guess though? Are you psychic??? " She asked. Her tone sounded dead serious as she looked up at the curvaceous woman.

Katrina's eyebrow cocked up, her lips snarled, and the tip of her nose twitched. Yes, Katrina is confused, but not because of what Aya just said. Actually, from the way the dark-skinned beauty was looking down at Aya, there was only one thing on her mind.

"Dayum! Never knew this place allowed little ass kids aroun' here!"

Katrina quickly glances left and right, hoping that weren't any more little ones who could see her naked. Besides, indecent exposure like this was bad for her publicity and can potentially damage her already tained, foul image. Before Katrina was to think of anything else, another idea slithered into her mind.

This girl who was standing before her obviously must be a child...and adding onto the fact that looks white, then that means, she must be one of her many fans! Suddenly, Katrina's face light up with delight.

"Awwww! You widdle widdle kid! You widdle ass kid, you came here fo' mah autograph, did ya?"

Katrina asks Aya, one of her hands petting the smaller girl's blonde locked head with tenderness.

Aya tilted her head at the girl's response. "Kid? But you're smaller than me!" She said, scritching the back of her head for a moment, seeming confused.

When Katrina continued to call her a kid, she started to get slightly annoyed. "I'm not a kid, I'm 19 years old! I'm not- autograph?" She asked, tilting her head again, her annoyed expression replaced by another confused expression.

"What are you famous for? Stop that!" She frowns, pushing her hand away. True, she did act like a little kid a lot and enjoyed it while doing it, but when someone called her out on it like this, it was making her deny what she liked to be.

(LOLOL soo funny)


Katrina continues to pet Aya on the head until one of her questions managed to break through to the female emcee.

"Huh? What am I famous fo'?"

With her hands thrown on her hips, Katrina nearly forgot about her white towel, now slowly sinking and threatening to hit the ground, exposing her dripping wet, too-perfect-to-be-real body.

"What am I famous fo'!!??"

Katrina repeats herself. Her face twisted in confusion even more. Once her lips curve into a sudden smile, Katrina reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a microphone.

"Aight, little ho! Since you dunno who I am, I'm gonna show ya!"

Katrina clears her throat, performs some warm up exercises, then some breathing excersises, clears her throat once more, and then when she FINALLY finishes, she begins to rap:

Yo, listen I be the baddes hoe!/
Straight from da city wit ma cash like 'woah'/
For real mama, I carry so much dough/
All my people call me Fidel Cashflow!/

Aya just stared as the woman yelled at her, and watched as her towel slid down her body. Even more peculiar to her was the fact she was hiding a microphone in her cleavage.

She tilted her head curiously after she insulted her. "What's a ho?" She asked, then blinked curiously as she started to rap.

"Oh! You like poetry! Cool! I like poetry too! I don't recognize yours though... Are you reading a new poet's material or something? Expanding your horizons is always a good thing..."

Katrina just looks at Aya funny. Strange....Aya doesn't seem impressed with her superior rapping ability. That was pretty unusual, since all the other white girls(her main fanbase) loved her, hence why she sold so many copies of her albums.

"Aight, so you like poetry, eh?"

Katrina stops rapping and looks at her in a challenging sort of way. If she didn't know better, Katrina would think that Aya was trying to make fun of her. As if she doesn't realize that Katrina is the World's Best Selling Rapper of All Time!

"Here, take ma mic and bust a rap, then!"

The rap diva rolls her eyes and shoves the mic into Aya's chest, offering the light skin girl a chance to prove herself.

"Go 'head an' rap! Since you love poetry so damn much!"

Aya blinks as she's given the microphone. She wasn't really sure what Katrina meant by rap, but she would recite a piece she remembers. She had to think for a second, and then remembered one that her friend recited before.

"My memory's a little rusty so bare with me... ...Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling. By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven-"

Katrina blinked once.

"Da fuck is all THAT about?"

The big words, oh gawd the big words....Katrina's brain had definately fried itself into a pulp just from trying to keep up with Aya's poetry. Her brain hurt so much that a small part of her wished that she finished High School. However, the bigger part of her just wanted to kick Aya's little, poem reciting ass.

With her eyes twiching in anger, Katrina stomps the ground and snatches her mic back from Aya. It was now time for this girl to witness Katrina's pent up, Hood Rat Rage Episode:

"You know wut hoe!? Now, I'm mad as hell! You and me! We gon' have ourselves a match!"

Katrina's demands, her temper having the better control of her judgment.

"So how about it?"

Aya blinked in confusion, stopping her piece short when the woman stomped down into the ground. "Ah?" She stared as the microphone was snatched from her.

She looked at the woman, confused as to why she was mad. "Hoe? Err, it was Poe. Edgar Allen Poe? All I was doing was sharing a piece that I knew.. why do you want to fight me over that?" She asked.