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We Still Here

Release Type: Single

Distributed To: iTunes, Spotify, Amazon Music, Pandora, Deezer, iHeartRadio, Napster, Tencent, Snapchat / 7digital, BOOM, NetEase, Gaana, Joox, TIM, Wynk/Hungama, Qobuz, Peloton, Douyin Streaming/Qishui Yinyue, MediaNet, TouchTunes/PlayNetwork, VerveLife, Tidal, Gracenote, YouSee Musik / Telmore Musik, KKBox, Music Island, Anghami, Yandex, ClaroMusica, Zvooq, JioSaavn, Kuack, Boomplay Music

Social Platforms: YouTube Music, TikTok/TikTok Music/Resso, Facebook / Instagram / Reels, YouTube Content ID / YouTube Shorts, CapCut

Artist(s): Keys and Breeze

Release Date: February 13, 2024

Label Name: rapblayz blacklotus records

Country Restrictions: None

Recording Location: al morocco

Blackcell6
WRITTEN BY: VICTOR ROYCE DUKETT





PUBLISHER: D-PRODUCTIONS / RAPBLAYZ E-ZINE

COPYWRITE 1997 – 2011



SHOW OPEN

[NAR: THE YEAR…2006 11:00 P.M.SPRING SEASON…

RAP ARTIST D-BOY IS RAPPING HIS HIT SONG, “MID WEST” AT A LATINO CLUB. THE CROWD CHEER AND DANCE THROUGH HIS SHOW. AT THE END OF HIS NUMBER, HE PULLS OUT A SHEET OF PAPER WITH WORDS SCRIBED ON IT. THE CROWD BECOMES SILENT TO SEE WHAT D-BOY IS GOING TO DO NEXT. HE WALKS FRONT AND CENTER ON STAGE AND READS OUT LOUD A POEM TO THE CROWD HE HAS WROTE RECENTLY.]

PART 1 ACT 1 SCENE 1

OPENING SCENE: ARTIST PERFORMING ON STAGE AT SHOW IN CLUB THURSDAY NIGHT / YEAR 2006 :

PEOPLE WE STILL DIE THAT’S WHAT THE GOVERNMENT THEY WANT US TO DO. FOOLISH WE BELIEVE LIES. POLITICAL VENOM THEY FEED ME AND YOU. KILL AND DIE FOR YOUR COUNTRY, AND THEY GIVING YOUR FAMILY MONEY. IT’S JUST PENNIES ON THE SOUL WORTH MORE TO THEM THAN GOLD. OLD NEWS , WE’RE JUST NUMBERED AS CONSUMERS NO RUMORS. WE ARE ALL WORSE OFF THAN THE AGE OF THE BABY BOOMERS. MY ROCK YOUR BLOCK IF YOU A CLUCK COME TO ME TO SHOP. SENSE I NEED CHICKEN FEED FOR MY SEED, I PUT YOUR KIDS ON LOCK. DON’T HATE CUS I GOTTA LIVE SO I SLANG NARCOTTA. I GOT SOME FROM U.S. MARSHALS AFTER WORK LAST NIGHT. I GOT 2 JOBS STILL I GOTTA PORT CONTRABAND WHEN I CREEP ITE. I’M MR. ROGERS BY DAY, AND D-BOY BY NIGHT. MAN I GOTTA LIVE THE ANARCHIST LIFE. THE WHOLE WORLDS A GHETTO AND THE COUNTRIES ARE MOB TERRITORIES. NATO’S THE GODFATHER’S AND THE REST WE DUB RENEGADES. MILITARIES ARE HIT MEN MERCENARIES SHEDDING BLOOD FOR THE PAY. GUESS WHO’S GUNNING FOR IT ALL THE 2ND BEAST THUGGED UP U.S. OF A. I’M TIRED OF BEING BROKE NO MATTER HOW HARD I WORK. WHILE THE DON ELITE LOOKS DOWN ON US AND SMIRKS. HE’S JUST A PUPPET OF THE DEVIL. SN**CH HIM OF HIS THRONE AND PUT’EM ON THE BLOCK TO WORK LIKE US. HE SENDS US OUT TO DIE FOR LIES AND OIL JUST CALL IT WORK. ITS LIKE ONE BIG COVER UP. THAT’S ALL THE BEAST BABYLON IS. LIKE THE FEDERAL I.D. CHIP MADE TO TRACK YOU AND ME. WATCH OUT LATER IT GOES FROM CARD TO CHIP THAT THE F.D.A SAYS ITS SAFE TO IMPLANT IN ALL OF US SEE. 666 IS THE FEAST OF THE UPON THE WORLD WILL SOON BE RELEASED. GOD’S COMMAND BEST RESIST EXCEPTING THE MARKED CHIP THOUGH YOU’LL BE CALLED A TERRORIST. I RATHER DIE FOR MY WHITE ROBE MARTYRED I WILL BE AND SOON YOU WILL SEE THIS WORLD IS THE BLACK CELL. IF YOU FOLLOW A LIE, YOU ARE DESTINED FOR HELL. THAT MEANS THERE’S A SERIOUS SPIRIT CHANGE NEEDED IN ALL OF US TO BREAK OUT OF THE DEVIL’S CELL.

[END SCENE]

PART 1 ACT 1 SCENE 2

[ MEANWHILE ]

ASTAROTH IS WATCHING D-BOY’S SHOW ENLIGHTEN THE CHEERING CROWD SUBLIMINALLY WITH LYRICAL POETRY AND TRANS LIKE MUSIC. EVEN THOUGH THE SHOW IS SOLD OUT, ASTAROTH IS ANGERED AT D-BOY MIXING HIS POINT OF VIEW OF THE WORLD EVENTS AND ISSUES WHICH ARE THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF THE LABEL HE IS SIGNED TO.

ASTAROTH: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! =BEATS HIS DESK HE SITS AT WITH HIS FIST.=

: PHONE RINGS:

:ASTAROTH ANSWERS WHILE KEEPING HIS COOL.= BLACK CELL 6 ENTERTAINMENT. ASTAROTH SPEAKING.

ANGRY VOICE: DO YOU OBSERVE YOUR WONDERFUL D-BOY SHOW?

ASTAROTH: YES SIR. =A GRIM GROWL COMES FROM HIM.=

ANGRY VOICE: STOP HIM AFTER THE SHOW. GIVE HIM THE CHOICE TO COOPERATE OR HAVE HIS CONTRACT TERMINATED. IF HE TERMINATES THE CONTRACT, TERMINATE HIM AND PUT ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR ARTIST IN HIS PLACE. SALE WHAT HE GOT LEFT ON THE SHELF, AND LET THE ISSUES OF HIS DEATH DIE LIKE MAKAVELI DID.

ASTAROTH: YES SIR.

ANGRY VOICE: FAILURE TO FOLLOW THROUGH YOUR ORDERS WILL RESULT IN YOUR TERMINATION.

ASTAROTH: I UNDERSTAND SIR.

ASTAROTH: = PRESSES A BUTTON ON HIS COMPUTER. = SECURITY TO MY OFFICE NOW.

CHIEF SECURITY: YES SIR.

[END SCENE ]

PART 1 ACT 1 SCENE 3

CHIEF SECURITY: D-BOY!

D-BOY: =TURNS AROUND= WHAT DOSE THE MIGHTY THOR REQUEST OF ME THIS TIME?

BOOKING MANAGER: = STEPS TO FRONT AND CENTER WITH A CONTRACT IN HIS HAND AND HOLDS IT INCHES AWAY FRONT OF D-BOY’S FACE = ASTAROTH HAS ISSUED YOU AN ORDER TO SIGN THIS CONTRACT STATING THAT YOU THE ARTIST D-BOY WILL ABIDE COMPANY REGULATIONS AND END YOUR PERSONAL ACTIVISM USING BLACK CELL

ENTERTAINMENT AS A MEANS TO RELAY YOUR UNPATRIOTIC TEACHINGS. WITH THE SIGNING OF THIS CONTRACT, IT’S EX*****ON WILL BEGIN INSTANTLY.

D-BOY: SO PATRIOTIC IS GLORIFYING KILLING, RA**NG, STEALING, LYING, AMONG OTHER THINGS TO ANY RACE YOU TELL ME TO FLOW TO IN MY MUSIC RIGHT? DON’T GET ME WRONG DOE. IT IS ENTERTAINING TO SPIT OUT HOLOGRAMS, BUT SENSE THE SONG, “MY PEOPLE” MY FANS HAVE BEEN THIRSTY FOR MORE. NOW THEY BEG ME TO BRING MORE TRUTH AND LIGHT TO THEM. THEY WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE WORLD AROUND THEM. THE REAL WORLD. NOT SOME MOVIE HOODTASTIC FLICK ALL THE TIME. SO I MIX IT UP FOR THEM. IF THIS IS WHAT THEY WANT, THEN THIS IS WHAT THEY GET. FEEL IT, KNOW IT, BREATH IT, AND IF YOU DON’T FEEL ME… CHOKE ON IT BRO. N-E-WAYZ MY LIT-SPITS IS WHAT KEEPS ALL OF YOU PAID. I AIN’T SIGNING NO CONTRACT. I GOTTA BANG OUT FOR ONE OF YOU DO SOMETHING STUCK ON STUPID STYLE. I GOT OTHER THINS TO DO.

SECURITY OFFICER: =REACHING OUT FOR D-BOY’S SHOULDER TO PULL HIM BACK= YOU ARE GOING TO SIGN THE CONTRACT!

D-BOY: = GRABS THE SECURITY GUARDS LIMB BACK AND PUTS HIM INTO A LOCKED POSITION.= NO SIGN, NO PLAY.

BOOKING MANAGER: ASTAROTHS ORDERS ARE, NO SIGN, YOU ARE TERMINATED.

D-BOY: = DROPPING THE SECURITY ONTO THE GROUND= DAT’S COOL. MY FANS KNOW ABOUT MY LABEL, “BLACKLOTUS RECORDS.” IT WAS MINE BEFORE MY SIGN ON WITH BLACK CELL AND THEY WILL FOLLOW ME BACK TO IT. IF HE WANTS THINGS LIKE THAT, I HAVE NO HURT ABOUT GOING BACK TO MY LABEL. DON’T THINK I WILL HURT BEING BACK IN THE UNDERGROUND SCENE. THE UNDERGROUND IS WHAT MADE ME AND I’VE ONLY BEEN GONE FROM IT FOR A YEAR AND A HALF. I AIN’T HURTING. IF I’M TERMINATED THEN THAT MEANS I CAN MAKE MORE CHEESE ANYWAYZ. YA’LL BEEN KEEPING ME ON BROKE WITH YOUR HIDDEN EXPENSES ACCOUNTING. YOU ACTUALLY HELPED ME. THANK YOU FOR TERMINATING MY CONTRACT. I’M OUTTRO.

CHIEF SECURITY GUARD: = SOON AS D-BOY TURNS AROUND TO LEAVE THE SCENE, THE GUARD ATTACKS HIM= YOU’RE STOMPED!

+++FIGHT SCENE+++

[END OF SCENE]

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Blackcell6 to be continued.... 7

As D-BOY faced the onslaught of the three guards, he remained calm and composed, his Wing Chun training guiding his every move.

Guard 1 lunged forward with a wild haymaker punch, but D-BOY smoothly sidestepped the attack, executing a Pak Sao (Slapping Hand) to redirect the force of the blow. With lightning speed, he followed up with a simultaneous Tan Sao (Palm-Up Hand) to deflect Guard 2's jab aimed at his ribs.

Seizing the opportunity, D-BOY pivoted on his heel, delivering a devastating F**k Sao (Subduing Hand) to Guard 3's throat, causing him to gasp for air and stumble backward.

Before the other guards could react, D-BOY flowed seamlessly into a series of strikes, his hands moving like a blur as he unleashed a barrage of strikes. A swift B**g Sao (Wing Arm) deflected a punch from Guard 1, while a rapid chain of punches and kicks targeted vital pressure points, rendering Guard 2 momentarily incapacitated.

With precision timing, D-BOY executed a powerful Biu Sao (Thrusting Fingers) strike, aiming for Guard 3's sternum. The force of the blow sent him crashing to the ground, dazed and disoriented.

As the dust settled, D-BOY stood victorious, his opponents defeated but not seriously harmed. With a sense of satisfaction, he turned away from the chaos, his focus now on the simple pleasure of rolling a blunt of Zah and leaving the confrontation behind him.

PART 1 ACT 1 SCENE 3

CHIEF SECURITY: D-BOY!

D-BOY: =TURNS AROUND= WHAT DOSE THE MIGHTY THOR REQUEST OF ME THIS TIME?

BOOKING MANAGER: = STEPS TO FRONT AND CENTER WITH A CONTRACT IN HIS HAND AND HOLDS IT INCHES AWAY FRONT OF D-BOY’S FACE = ASTAROTH HAS ISSUED YOU AN ORDER TO SIGN THIS CONTRACT STATING THAT YOU THE ARTIST D-BOY WILL ABIDE COMPANY REGULATIONS AND END YOUR PERSONAL ACTIVISM USING BLACK CELL

ENTERTAINMENT AS A MEANS TO RELAY YOUR UNPATRIOTIC TEACHINGS. WITH THE SIGNING OF THIS CONTRACT, IT’S EX*****ON WILL BEGIN INSTANTLY.

D-BOY: SO PATRIOTIC IS GLORIFYING KILLING, RA**NG, STEALING, LYING, AMONG OTHER THINGS TO ANY RACE YOU TELL ME TO FLOW TO IN MY MUSIC RIGHT? DON’T GET ME WRONG DOE. IT IS ENTERTAINING TO SPIT OUT HOLOGRAMS, BUT SENSE THE SONG, “MY PEOPLE” MY FANS HAVE BEEN THIRSTY FOR MORE. NOW THEY BEG ME TO BRING MORE TRUTH AND LIGHT TO THEM. THEY WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE WORLD AROUND THEM. THE REAL WORLD. NOT SOME MOVIE HOODTASTIC FLICK ALL THE TIME. SO I MIX IT UP FOR THEM. IF THIS IS WHAT THEY WANT, THEN THIS IS WHAT THEY GET. FEEL IT, KNOW IT, BREATH IT, AND IF YOU DON’T FEEL ME… CHOKE ON IT BRO. N-E-WAYZ MY LIT-SPITS IS WHAT KEEPS ALL OF YOU PAID. I AIN’T SIGNING NO CONTRACT. I GOTTA BANG OUT FOR ONE OF YOU DO SOMETHING STUCK ON STUPID STYLE. I GOT OTHER THINS TO DO.

SECURITY OFFICER: =REACHING OUT FOR D-BOY’S SHOULDER TO PULL HIM BACK= YOU ARE GOING TO SIGN THE CONTRACT!

D-BOY: = GRABS THE SECURITY GUARDS LIMB BACK AND PUTS HIM INTO A LOCKED POSITION.= NO SIGN, NO PLAY.

BOOKING MANAGER: ASTAROTHS ORDERS ARE, NO SIGN, YOU ARE TERMINATED.

D-BOY: = DROPPING THE SECURITY ONTO THE GROUND= DAT’S COOL. MY FANS KNOW ABOUT MY LABEL, “BLACKLOTUS RECORDS.” IT WAS MINE BEFORE MY SIGN ON WITH BLACK CELL AND THEY WILL FOLLOW ME BACK TO IT. IF HE WANTS THINGS LIKE THAT, I HAVE NO HURT ABOUT GOING BACK TO MY LABEL. DON’T THINK I WILL HURT BEING BACK IN THE UNDERGROUND SCENE. THE UNDERGROUND IS WHAT MADE ME AND I’VE ONLY BEEN GONE FROM IT FOR A YEAR AND A HALF. I AIN’T HURTING. IF I’M TERMINATED THEN THAT MEANS I CAN MAKE MORE CHEESE ANYWAYZ. YA’LL BEEN KEEPING ME ON BROKE WITH YOUR HIDDEN EXPENSES ACCOUNTING. YOU ACTUALLY HELPED ME. THANK YOU FOR TERMINATING MY CONTRACT. I’M OUTTRO.

CHIEF SECURITY GUARD: = SOON AS D-BOY TURNS AROUND TO LEAVE THE SCENE, THE GUARD ATTACKS HIM= YOU’RE STOMPED!

+++FIGHT SCENE+++

[END OF SCENE]

PART 1 ACT 1 SCENE 2

[ MEANWHILE ]

ASTAROTH IS WATCHING D-BOY’S SHOW ENLIGHTEN THE CHEERING CROWD SUBLIMINALLY WITH LYRICAL POETRY AND TRANS LIKE MUSIC. EVEN THOUGH THE SHOW IS SOLD OUT, ASTAROTH IS ANGERED AT D-BOY MIXING HIS POINT OF VIEW OF THE WORLD EVENTS AND ISSUES WHICH ARE THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF THE LABEL HE IS SIGNED TO.

ASTAROTH: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! =BEATS HIS DESK HE SITS AT WITH HIS FIST.=

: PHONE RINGS:

:ASTAROTH ANSWERS WHILE KEEPING HIS COOL.= BLACK CELL 6 ENTERTAINMENT. ASTAROTH SPEAKING.

ANGRY VOICE: DO YOU OBSERVE YOUR WONDERFUL D-BOY SHOW?

ASTAROTH: YES SIR. =A GRIM GROWL COMES FROM HIM.=

ANGRY VOICE: STOP HIM AFTER THE SHOW. GIVE HIM THE CHOICE TO COOPERATE OR HAVE HIS CONTRACT TERMINATED. IF HE TERMINATES THE CONTRACT, TERMINATE HIM AND PUT ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR ARTIST IN HIS PLACE. SALE WHAT HE GOT LEFT ON THE SHELF, AND LET THE ISSUES OF HIS DEATH DIE LIKE MAKAVELI DID.

ASTAROTH: YES SIR.

ANGRY VOICE: FAILURE TO FOLLOW THROUGH YOUR ORDERS WILL RESULT IN YOUR TERMINATION.

ASTAROTH: I UNDERSTAND SIR.

ASTAROTH: = PRESSES A BUTTON ON HIS COMPUTER. = SECURITY TO MY OFFICE NOW.

CHIEF SECURITY: YES SIR.

[END SCENE ]

Blackcell6
WRITTEN BY: VICTOR ROYCE DUKETT





PUBLISHER: D-PRODUCTIONS / RAPBLAYZ E-ZINE

COPYWRITE 1997 – 2011



SHOW OPEN

[NAR: THE YEAR…2006 11:00 P.M.SPRING SEASON…

RAP ARTIST D-BOY IS RAPPING HIS HIT SONG, “MID WEST” AT A LATINO CLUB. THE CROWD CHEER AND DANCE THROUGH HIS SHOW. AT THE END OF HIS NUMBER, HE PULLS OUT A SHEET OF PAPER WITH WORDS SCRIBED ON IT. THE CROWD BECOMES SILENT TO SEE WHAT D-BOY IS GOING TO DO NEXT. HE WALKS FRONT AND CENTER ON STAGE AND READS OUT LOUD A POEM TO THE CROWD HE HAS WROTE RECENTLY.]

PART 1 ACT 1 SCENE 1

OPENING SCENE: ARTIST PERFORMING ON STAGE AT SHOW IN CLUB THURSDAY NIGHT / YEAR 2006 :

PEOPLE WE STILL DIE THAT’S WHAT THE GOVERNMENT THEY WANT US TO DO. FOOLISH WE BELIEVE LIES. POLITICAL VENOM THEY FEED ME AND YOU. KILL AND DIE FOR YOUR COUNTRY, AND THEY GIVING YOUR FAMILY MONEY. IT’S JUST PENNIES ON THE SOUL WORTH MORE TO THEM THAN GOLD. OLD NEWS , WE’RE JUST NUMBERED AS CONSUMERS NO RUMORS. WE ARE ALL WORSE OFF THAN THE AGE OF THE BABY BOOMERS. MY ROCK YOUR BLOCK IF YOU A CLUCK COME TO ME TO SHOP. SENSE I NEED CHICKEN FEED FOR MY SEED, I PUT YOUR KIDS ON LOCK. DON’T HATE CUS I GOTTA LIVE SO I SLANG NARCOTTA. I GOT SOME FROM U.S. MARSHALS AFTER WORK LAST NIGHT. I GOT 2 JOBS STILL I GOTTA PORT CONTRABAND WHEN I CREEP ITE. I’M MR. ROGERS BY DAY, AND D-BOY BY NIGHT. MAN I GOTTA LIVE THE ANARCHIST LIFE. THE WHOLE WORLDS A GHETTO AND THE COUNTRIES ARE MOB TERRITORIES. NATO’S THE GODFATHER’S AND THE REST WE DUB RENEGADES. MILITARIES ARE HIT MEN MERCENARIES SHEDDING BLOOD FOR THE PAY. GUESS WHO’S GUNNING FOR IT ALL THE 2ND BEAST THUGGED UP U.S. OF A. I’M TIRED OF BEING BROKE NO MATTER HOW HARD I WORK. WHILE THE DON ELITE LOOKS DOWN ON US AND SMIRKS. HE’S JUST A PUPPET OF THE DEVIL. SN**CH HIM OF HIS THRONE AND PUT’EM ON THE BLOCK TO WORK LIKE US. HE SENDS US OUT TO DIE FOR LIES AND OIL JUST CALL IT WORK. ITS LIKE ONE BIG COVER UP. THAT’S ALL THE BEAST BABYLON IS. LIKE THE FEDERAL I.D. CHIP MADE TO TRACK YOU AND ME. WATCH OUT LATER IT GOES FROM CARD TO CHIP THAT THE F.D.A SAYS ITS SAFE TO IMPLANT IN ALL OF US SEE. 666 IS THE FEAST OF THE UPON THE WORLD WILL SOON BE RELEASED. GOD’S COMMAND BEST RESIST EXCEPTING THE MARKED CHIP THOUGH YOU’LL BE CALLED A TERRORIST. I RATHER DIE FOR MY WHITE ROBE MARTYRED I WILL BE AND SOON YOU WILL SEE THIS WORLD IS THE BLACK CELL. IF YOU FOLLOW A LIE, YOU ARE DESTINED FOR HELL. THAT MEANS THERE’S A SERIOUS SPIRIT CHANGE NEEDED IN ALL OF US TO BREAK OUT OF THE DEVIL’S CELL.

[END SCENE]

Gasping for air, D-BOY jolted upright in bed, his heart pounding against his chest like a drum. Sweat glistened on his brow as the remnants of the nightmare clung to his mind like cobwebs. The image of Astoroth's illusions attacking his third and fourth eyes lingered, sending shivers down his spine.

With a shaky hand, D-BOY reached for his tablet, the shrill sound of the alarm cutting through the silence of the room. Thirty-three minutes until showtime. He had to shake off the lingering effects of the dream and focus on the task at hand.

A quick glance out the window revealed the sleek black limo waiting for him outside, a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed his mind just moments before. Gathering his thoughts, D-BOY forced himself to push aside the lingering unease and focus on the night ahead.

With a deep breath, he rose from the bed, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As he made his way to the waiting limo, the weight of his dreams still heavy on his mind, D-BOY couldn't shake the feeling that the battle with Astoroth was far from over.

But for now, he had a show to do. And nothing was going to stand in his way.

To be continued...

As D-Boy stood amidst the wreckage of their battle, a sense of peace washed over him like a gentle tide. In the illusion crafted by Astoroth's psionic powers, he found himself surrounded by the warmth of his wife's embrace, his children laughing and playing at his feet.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine affection as he gazed into his wife's eyes. In that moment, everything felt perfect, as if the turmoil and chaos of the world outside had ceased to exist.

But deep within the recesses of his mind, a small voice whispered a warning, a nagging sense of doubt that refused to be silenced. Something was off, not quite right about this idyllic scene, but D-Boy couldn't quite put his finger on it.

As the illusion continued to unravel around him, D-Boy's perception began to shift, the edges of reality blurring and distorting as Astoroth's influence tightened its grip. He tried to fight against it, to break free from the suffocating embrace of the psionic illusion, but it was like trying to swim against a raging current.

With each passing moment, the illusion grew stronger, threatening to consume him entirely. And as D-Boy struggled to maintain his grip on reality, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.

Little did he know, he was caught in Astoroth's web of deception, a pawn in a deadly game of cat and mouse where the stakes were higher than he could ever imagine.

To be continued...

As D-Boy's eyes fluttered open, he found himself engulfed in a whirlwind of chaos. Astoroth's psionic attacks bombarded his senses, distorting his perception of reality and clouding his mind with confusion. But even as he struggled to regain his bearings, D-Boy could feel the reassuring presence of his ancestors, their ancient wisdom guiding him through the darkness.

Drawing upon the additional chi bestowed upon him by his ancestors, D-Boy centered himself, channeling the energy into his body like a raging river coursing through his veins. With each breath, he felt the power of the universe flowing through him, filling him with a renewed sense of purpose and determination.

As Astoroth launched his assault, D-Boy's instincts kicked into overdrive, his movements fluid and precise as he unleashed the ancient techniques of Wing Chun Phoenix Eye. With each strike, he targeted Astoroth's pressure points with pinpoint accuracy, disrupting the flow of chi within his opponent's body and leaving him vulnerable to attack.

But Astoroth was relentless, his onslaught unyielding as he pressed forward with unmatched ferocity. With each blow, D-Boy felt the force of Astoroth's psionic attacks bearing down on him, threatening to overwhelm his defenses and crush him beneath their weight.

But D-Boy refused to back down, drawing upon the inner reserves of strength and courage that lay within him. With a fierce battle cry, he unleashed a flurry of strikes, each one imbued with the power of his ancestors and the wisdom of generations past.

As the two warriors clashed in a spectacular display of martial prowess, the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble beneath their feet. And as the dust settled and the echoes of their battle faded into the night, one thing was clear:

The fight was far from over.

To be continued...

As D-Boy walked away from the battlefield, his senses still heightened from the intensity of the battle, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at the edges of his consciousness. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw Astoroth slowly rising to his feet, a determined glint in his eyes.

With a sinking heart, D-Boy realized that his victory had been temporary, for Astoroth possessed a power beyond mere mortal limits. As he watched, Astoroth's wounds began to heal, his body pulsating with an otherworldly energy that seemed to defy the laws of nature.

D-Boy's mind raced as he contemplated his next move. He knew that he couldn't defeat Astoroth through conventional means alone. His adversary was too powerful, too relentless to be taken down by brute force alone.

Turning to face Astoroth once more, D-Boy braced himself for the inevitable rematch. He knew that this time, he would have to rely on more than just his physical prowess. He would need to tap into the ancient wisdom of his ancestors, drawing strength from the spiritual connection that bound him to his people's heritage.

With a silent prayer to the spirits of his forefathers, D-Boy steadied himself for the coming storm. He knew that the battle ahead would test him in ways he had never imagined, but he was determined to emerge victorious, not just for himself, but for all those who had come before him.

As Astoroth charged forward once more, his eyes ablaze with fury, D-Boy met him head-on, his spirit unyielding in the face of adversity. And as their epic struggle raged on, D-Boy drew upon the ancient teachings of his people, channeling their wisdom and strength to overcome the seemingly insurmountable odds.

In the end, it was not just D-Boy's physical prowess that carried him to victory, but his indomitable spirit and unwavering belief in the power of his heritage. As he stood triumphant over his fallen foe, he knew that his journey was far from over, but he also knew that he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, fortified by the knowledge that he was never truly alone.