John America stood tall, his red, white, and blue cape billowing in the wind. “Drizzy, you’re a good kid, but freedom always wins,” he declared, drawing his golden revolver. Drizzy, hands in his pockets, gave a relaxed smile. “Man, I just came to chill, but if you wanna do this, okay.”
The battle began with John unleashing a barrage of fireworks from his concealed wrist launchers, lighting up the sky in dazzling colors. Drizzy casually sidestepped the explosions, yawning as he strolled toward his opponent. “Is this a fight or the Fourth of July?” he quipped. The crowd roared, half cheering for John’s spectacle and half laughing at Drizzy’s calm indifference. John America jumped at Drizzy, grabbing him by the jacket, but drizzy punched him in the jaw to escape. They started throwing haymakers, attempting to one-up eachother. John America delivered a mighty kick, knocking drizzy to the ground. Drizzy smirked as John America pulls out his AK-47, ready to blast. "Any last words?" he declares. Drizzy shrugs, as John America goes to pull the trigger, Drizzy grabs his ankles, tripping him to the ground and pinning him down. "Time to get diddled!" Drizzy declares, ready to touch the american hero in inappropriate ways.
John America gasps as drizzy violates him, touching him in unimaginable ways, but John America doesn't back down, as drizzy diddles him, he slides multiple detonators into drizzy's jacket. He grabs drizzy and shouts "Enough diddling, son!" throwing him off. Drizzy stands up and dusts himself off, not really giving a s**t and smirking at John America. "Had enough?" he states, John America replies "No, but you have!" He presses the button on his remote and the detonators go off, blowing drizzy up into a million pieces.
John America falls to his knees as the crowd roars in excitement. The man may have lost his innocence, but he'll never lose the hearts of the American people.
