WTC: Week 1

[Black Book]

Weekly Topical Contest

The Weekly Topical Contest is a competition each week where 5-10 competitors will sign-up on a first come, first served basis. These competitors will go head to head with each other to see who can make the best topical verse on the assigned the topic. The topic will be a picture, title, or short video clip. Each competitor will take their interpretation of the topic and make a topical for it by editing their check in post by putting their bars in it. They may use 64 forum lines at most. If you go over, you're disqualified. NO EXCEPTIONS. I will impartially and fairly judge all the winners and decide who wins. The winner of each week will receive an emcee item. Once someone wins a week, they can not sign-up for another week because the winner of each week will be put into an 8 man tournament (this being after 8 weeks of WTC of course) for the first WTC Champion who will win emcee items and either a title belt for their sig OR POSSIBLY a transferable blue title like the LBT. For anyone who no-shows a week that they sign-up, they will not be allowed to sign-up for another week until two more weeks have occurred. So if you didn't show up for week one, you can't sign-up again until week four.

CURRENT WEEK: ONE

This Week's Competitors

1. @Dave
2. @Mind Fuck
3. @Disposition
4. @No Name Needed
5. @SluggoVonPunch
6. @Fayz
7. @Black Moses
8. @Enfinite

This Week's Topic

VERSES ARE DUE FRIDAY 11:59 P.M. Eastern Time for United States, so I can have all Saturday to decide the winner and get sign-ups ready for Sunday.

All competitors please make ONLY one post saying you're checking in. It'll serve a purpose later. If you have any questions, PLEASE PM me.

[Black Book]

Weekly Topical Contest

The Weekly Topical Contest is a competition each week where 5-10 competitors will sign-up on a first come, first served basis. These competitors will go head to head with each other to see who can make the best topical verse on the assigned the topic. The topic will be a picture, title, or short video clip. Each competitor will take their interpretation of the topic and make a topical for it by editing their check in post by putting their bars in it. They may use 64 forum lines at most. If you go over, you're disqualified. NO EXCEPTIONS. I will impartially and fairly judge all the winners and decide who wins. The winner of each week will receive an emcee item. Once someone wins a week, they can not sign-up for another week because the winner of each week will be put into an 8 man tournament (this being after 8 weeks of WTC of course) for the first WTC Champion who will win emcee items and either a title belt for their sig OR POSSIBLY a transferable blue title like the LBT. For anyone who no-shows a week that they sign-up, they will not be allowed to sign-up for another week until two more weeks have occurred. So if you didn't show up for week one, you can't sign-up again until week four.

CURRENT WEEK: ONE

This Week's Competitors

1. @Dave
2. @Mind Fuck
3. @Disposition
4. @No Name Needed
5. @SluggoVonPunch
6. @Fayz
7. @Black Moses
8. @Enfinite

This Week's Topic

VERSES ARE DUE FRIDAY 11:59 P.M. Eastern Time for United States, so I can have all Saturday to decide the winner and get sign-ups ready for Sunday.

All competitors please make ONLY one post saying you're checking in. It'll serve a purpose later. If you have any questions, PLEASE PM me.

"Facade"
Scandalous, weary, easily to collapse under pressure,
Fabulous, cheery, seemingly relaxed under pressure.
One minute they're cool with you, slapping skin and such,
but on the inside it's spite, just masking it with love.
No need asking em for trust, it's casually passed at the touch.
But when you're gone, it's you they're laughing at so much.
Kids will be kids right? They shit rumors and piss lies,
Hop from crew to crew, dissolve groups until cliques die.
The next day things ight, yesterday is severed fragments,
At one you're best friends, by two that friendship never happened.
They weave a mask of smoke, made up of seven fabrics,
Being real is a travesty, some are even convinced it's magic.
Fabulous, cheery, seemingly relaxed under pressure,
Scandalous, weary, easily to collapse under pressure.

Procrastinated again So I keyed something in, I'll get it though next week.

"Facade"
Scandalous, weary, easily to collapse under pressure,
Fabulous, cheery, seemingly relaxed under pressure.
One minute they're cool with you, slapping skin and such,
but on the inside it's spite, just masking it with love.
No need asking em for trust, it's casually passed at the touch.
But when you're gone, it's you they're laughing at so much.
Kids will be kids right? They shit rumors and piss lies,
Hop from crew to crew, dissolve groups until cliques die.
The next day things ight, yesterday is severed fragments,
At one you're best friends, by two that friendship never happened.
They weave a mask of smoke, made up of seven fabrics,
Being real is a travesty, some are even convinced it's magic.
Fabulous, cheery, seemingly relaxed under pressure,
Scandalous, weary, easily to collapse under pressure.

Procrastinated again So I keyed something in, I'll get it though next week.

The torrent at last
had the fortune to pass
a formidable task
when adorned with the past
and the horrible fact
that the torturous act
had occurred at the age
of just four and a half
with the shortness of breath
that is sure to be had
from the core
when you learn the word "whore" from your dad.

It's a deplorable task
but important to add
as the story unfolds
In the morning of last,
she was sure of a man
to the pores in his hands
that this sort of attack
wouldn't court them again
and the warmth in the fact,
what was forged and intact
wasn't forced or exact
but adored and relaxed,
and a hint of a smile
a sure one at that
and ever so faintly
a sort of a crack
formed on the face of the girl
in the porcelain mask.

The torrent at last
had the fortune to pass
a formidable task
when adorned with the past
and the horrible fact
that the torturous act
had occurred at the age
of just four and a half
with the shortness of breath
that is sure to be had
from the core
when you learn the word "whore" from your dad.

It's a deplorable task
but important to add
as the story unfolds
In the morning of last,
she was sure of a man
to the pores in his hands
that this sort of attack
wouldn't court them again
and the warmth in the fact,
what was forged and intact
wasn't forced or exact
but adored and relaxed,
and a hint of a smile
a sure one at that
and ever so faintly
a sort of a crack
formed on the face of the girl
in the porcelain mask.

[Dysfunctional]

@The Black Book
This fake personality
Keeps making em mad at me
I where this to take on what battles me
And to escape from reality
This mask show the positives
And make people like me
Believe me its not a trick
But they continue to spite me
But on the inside
Its been time
For me to quit this crime
To show people what I keep hidden
I express myself with schemes and writtens
But to be in this position
It makes me sickened
I was beaten by my father when i was younger
My mother?
Somebody hung her
Met him on the street
Let him in her house
Later she was beat
Cuz she wouldn't let him be her spouse
He said you look beautiful today
How is it any different
Believe me I've been with many women
None of them would let me sit in
Believe me next its your chest im rippin'
And thats why I never show my emotions within
Bible in my right hand bottle in my left
Pray to the lord while I drown my sins to death
Feels like hits direct
To my ribs and chest
I have no emotions maybe depression at best
Before I was top notch
Must watch
Couldn't time me with a stopwatch
Now I'm on cocaine
Got no game
And Low fame
Put my family to shame
The truth is I am afraid
Now I feel super like getting hit with gamma rays
Now it's time to pull the mask away
My life is a longed game of hide and go seek
Like a prolonged movie why don't you go see!
The truth is this ain't even half of it you don't know me.
If only
This unmasking will make me less lonely!
THE END

[Dysfunctional]

@The Black Book
This fake personality
Keeps making em mad at me
I where this to take on what battles me
And to escape from reality
This mask show the positives
And make people like me
Believe me its not a trick
But they continue to spite me
But on the inside
Its been time
For me to quit this crime
To show people what I keep hidden
I express myself with schemes and writtens
But to be in this position
It makes me sickened
I was beaten by my father when i was younger
My mother?
Somebody hung her
Met him on the street
Let him in her house
Later she was beat
Cuz she wouldn't let him be her spouse
He said you look beautiful today
How is it any different
Believe me I've been with many women
None of them would let me sit in
Believe me next its your chest im rippin'
And thats why I never show my emotions within
Bible in my right hand bottle in my left
Pray to the lord while I drown my sins to death
Feels like hits direct
To my ribs and chest
I have no emotions maybe depression at best
Before I was top notch
Must watch
Couldn't time me with a stopwatch
Now I'm on cocaine
Got no game
And Low fame
Put my family to shame
The truth is I am afraid
Now I feel super like getting hit with gamma rays
Now it's time to pull the mask away
My life is a longed game of hide and go seek
Like a prolonged movie why don't you go see!
The truth is this ain't even half of it you don't know me.
If only
This unmasking will make me less lonely!
THE END

[Rounin]

@The Black Book

Our country's created monsters just FIGHTING FOR ATTENTION, When these character assassins are just HIDING THEIR INTENTIONS, LYING THROUGH DECEPTION and they keep SHYING FROM THE QUESTION, and I'm just sittin in front of the mirror HIDING MY REFLECTION, But it's people like me just anaLYZING IMPERFECTIONS, Cuz we're acquainted with insecurity still recogNIZING MISCONCEPTIONS, but it's the mind of the artist that's constantly STRIVING FOR PERFECTION, So we expose external flaws just by TYING THE CONNECTIONS, We then realize our mistakes and keep TRYING FOR REDEMPTION, But they talk of lives-that-never-happened, crimes become attraction it's about as realistic as DYING FROM POSSESSION, You thought you mapped this shit out? Try FINDING THE DIMENSIONS, Man RHYMING IS INFECTIOUS it's like WRITING DOWN DIRECTIONS, Cuz in a world with this turmoil it's like surVIVING ARMAGEDDON, Society's as safe as sex cuz they're LYING 'BOUT PROTECTION, The way our flag waivers is symboLIZING OUR DEJECTION, Our iron will has rusted we're just PRIMING FOR INFECTION, Whatever happened to DENYING THE INCENTIVES, To CLIMBING FOR PROGRESSION and FLYING FOR ASCENSION, I was told its ok to show tears but its different if you're just CRYING FOR AFFECTION, You understand me? Or now you LYING BOUT CONCEPTIONS, We've spent too much time just EYING OUR SELECTIONS, But life keeps on moving and starts TIMING OUR DIGRESSION, And we're sittin here paradoxically IDLING WITH AGGRESSION, We need to get our act together there's no FIRING AT ATTENTION, So no pickin apart no deCIDING FOR DISSECTION, But the the way that we look at it is deRIVING FROM PERCEPTION, So in this war HOLDIN A TECH is when we NEED A TOOL's HELP, To fix problems cuz at the MOMENT OF DEATH is when WE SEE OUR TRUE SELVES

[Rounin]

@The Black Book

Our country's created monsters just FIGHTING FOR ATTENTION, When these character assassins are just HIDING THEIR INTENTIONS, LYING THROUGH DECEPTION and they keep SHYING FROM THE QUESTION, and I'm just sittin in front of the mirror HIDING MY REFLECTION, But it's people like me just anaLYZING IMPERFECTIONS, Cuz we're acquainted with insecurity still recogNIZING MISCONCEPTIONS, but it's the mind of the artist that's constantly STRIVING FOR PERFECTION, So we expose external flaws just by TYING THE CONNECTIONS, We then realize our mistakes and keep TRYING FOR REDEMPTION, But they talk of lives-that-never-happened, crimes become attraction it's about as realistic as DYING FROM POSSESSION, You thought you mapped this shit out? Try FINDING THE DIMENSIONS, Man RHYMING IS INFECTIOUS it's like WRITING DOWN DIRECTIONS, Cuz in a world with this turmoil it's like surVIVING ARMAGEDDON, Society's as safe as sex cuz they're LYING 'BOUT PROTECTION, The way our flag waivers is symboLIZING OUR DEJECTION, Our iron will has rusted we're just PRIMING FOR INFECTION, Whatever happened to DENYING THE INCENTIVES, To CLIMBING FOR PROGRESSION and FLYING FOR ASCENSION, I was told its ok to show tears but its different if you're just CRYING FOR AFFECTION, You understand me? Or now you LYING BOUT CONCEPTIONS, We've spent too much time just EYING OUR SELECTIONS, But life keeps on moving and starts TIMING OUR DIGRESSION, And we're sittin here paradoxically IDLING WITH AGGRESSION, We need to get our act together there's no FIRING AT ATTENTION, So no pickin apart no deCIDING FOR DISSECTION, But the the way that we look at it is deRIVING FROM PERCEPTION, So in this war HOLDIN A TECH is when we NEED A TOOL's HELP, To fix problems cuz at the MOMENT OF DEATH is when WE SEE OUR TRUE SELVES

Magnifico

I walk to the ring to mariachi music,
But as the rudo comes out, there's a mass of booing,
Two luchadors, set for action tonight,
Wrestling this match with the spirit that it's the last of my life,
It's a fight for the title, and the win is pivitol,
The signs are held up, reading my name; Magnifico,
The crowd collaborates as they stand in love,
With every slam or punch and every Camel Clutch,
Each cheer an addiction and I am a user,
Constantly high with each flying maneuver,
Physical artistry, pictures painted in fights,
Moonsaulting my way past every care in my life,
Put my all in the match against this villainous foe,
And with the people behind me, I land the finishing blow,
The fans begin sensing the impending ending; the tension rests on our shoulders,
A count of three is administered, they ring the bell and it's over,
An audience full of applause, awe and admiration,
A masked sensation staring out to mass of ecstatic faces,
We stand ovated, I slap their hands as I'm walking through,
With my arm raised high all the way to the locker room,
Sloping down on the bench, my head pools in my hands,
One knot at a time, I start removing the mask,
With each untied, I'm transforming back,
From an icon of immortal stance to a normal man,
Magnifico stands tall for heart and prestige,
But his fans know not of the card up his sleeve,
An image so strong, not tainted by weakness,
But as an actual being, whiskey stains on my deep breath,
Their views of this figure, full of knowledge and wisdom,
Would be dashed if they found the alcohol in his system,
Magnifico, a defender of justice, one that's shouting the truth,
Me? A former frequent offender of constant spousal abuse,
The mask sports a red leather pattern with blue trim,
The type of colours that mimic burst noses and bruised ribs,
Inside, a sweaty shield which keeps reality back farther,
With my ex-partners name enscripted in black marker,
It's beginning to fade, right along with it's sentiment,
I'm holding a mere prop, and I actually envy it,
He has a legion behind him, that will never be burned out,
While I sit in a cramped room, alone on a burst couch,
He lives in paradise, I live in regret,
While the mariachi music still rings in my head,
Magnifico, to me, is a kind of escape,
Cause while I'm wearing the mask, I'm just hiding my face.

Magnifico

I walk to the ring to mariachi music,
But as the rudo comes out, there's a mass of booing,
Two luchadors, set for action tonight,
Wrestling this match with the spirit that it's the last of my life,
It's a fight for the title, and the win is pivitol,
The signs are held up, reading my name; Magnifico,
The crowd collaborates as they stand in love,
With every slam or punch and every Camel Clutch,
Each cheer an addiction and I am a user,
Constantly high with each flying maneuver,
Physical artistry, pictures painted in fights,
Moonsaulting my way past every care in my life,
Put my all in the match against this villainous foe,
And with the people behind me, I land the finishing blow,
The fans begin sensing the impending ending; the tension rests on our shoulders,
A count of three is administered, they ring the bell and it's over,
An audience full of applause, awe and admiration,
A masked sensation staring out to mass of ecstatic faces,
We stand ovated, I slap their hands as I'm walking through,
With my arm raised high all the way to the locker room,
Sloping down on the bench, my head pools in my hands,
One knot at a time, I start removing the mask,
With each untied, I'm transforming back,
From an icon of immortal stance to a normal man,
Magnifico stands tall for heart and prestige,
But his fans know not of the card up his sleeve,
An image so strong, not tainted by weakness,
But as an actual being, whiskey stains on my deep breath,
Their views of this figure, full of knowledge and wisdom,
Would be dashed if they found the alcohol in his system,
Magnifico, a defender of justice, one that's shouting the truth,
Me? A former frequent offender of constant spousal abuse,
The mask sports a red leather pattern with blue trim,
The type of colours that mimic burst noses and bruised ribs,
Inside, a sweaty shield which keeps reality back farther,
With my ex-partners name enscripted in black marker,
It's beginning to fade, right along with it's sentiment,
I'm holding a mere prop, and I actually envy it,
He has a legion behind him, that will never be burned out,
While I sit in a cramped room, alone on a burst couch,
He lives in paradise, I live in regret,
While the mariachi music still rings in my head,
Magnifico, to me, is a kind of escape,
Cause while I'm wearing the mask, I'm just hiding my face.

[Dysfunctional]

sign me up for next week im down

[Dysfunctional]

sign me up for next week im down

[Black Book]

You'll have to pop in the thread tomorrow, @Disposition. I'm not taking advanced sign-ups. It's first come, first served every Sunday.

[Black Book]

You'll have to pop in the thread tomorrow, @Disposition. I'm not taking advanced sign-ups. It's first come, first served every Sunday.

[Rounin]

@The Black Book Thanks for the feedback. However I for understand how topicals are structured like how does it go? I wasn't aware that it was supposed to be a story.

[Rounin]

@The Black Book Thanks for the feedback. However I for understand how topicals are structured like how does it go? I wasn't aware that it was supposed to be a story.

[Black Book]

Yeah. Look at Dave's piece. That's how topicals are designed. @Fayz

[Black Book]

Yeah. Look at Dave's piece. That's how topicals are designed. @Fayz