Rags, Riches and Ringtails/Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang

The first chapter to the thrilling tale of Rags, Riches and Ringtails!
Warning! Some of the language used in this fanfic may be explicit in terms of swearing! They have been censored and nothing is excessive. This also includes some of the songs in the soundtrack.
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==Chapter Zero: Shaolin vs Wu-Tang==
It was at this moment that Cassidy Ramone knew....he f**ked up.
When he pushed open the wooden door, there were at least four things that already told him that he had really fallen into it deep. The first thing that immediately struck him was that the large room was filled with various swords scattered all over the place. It was more or less a forest of blades; with most of them stuck deep into the floor with the odd few stuck to the grey wall. The second thing he noticed was one sword in particular that stood out from all of the rest. This sword had a golden hilt and an electric blue coloured blade. The thing that drew the young raccoon's eyes was the glowing blue burst of fiery aura around the blade. Why would someone just leave it stuck there?
Then again I wouldn't touch that either, the orange raccoon thought to himself.
The third thing that irked him was the old man standing in front of him from across the room with his eyes closed. The man was human, he wore a white Gi (the type someone who practices Kung Fu would wear) and also black Gi pants. He looked like the typical Kung-Fu master. Long grey moustache and all! Which lead to the fourth and final thing. The man was standing completely still; balancing on the top of the handle of one of the swords that was stuck in the ground. "I'm screwed" was the only two words that Cassidy could use to describe the situation. He had no guns - since he was told to leave them outside - and no experience in using a sword. That last one was his fault though. 
I knew I should've taken those classes, he thought to himself again.
"Why are you here?" The Old Man uttered suddenly, making Cassidy jump a bit. "I warned your boss that if he didn't come here himself it would be a declaration of war!"
"Big Lu had other things to take care of," Cassidy replied as he folded his arms.
A lie, Cassidy's boss specifically told the raccoon to come here and do it because he had indirectly started it. But if you had asked Cassidy at the time, he would've blamed it on Big Lu in a heartbeat. Boss or no boss.
"He knows that he is genuinely putting his honor at stake yes?" The Old Man questioned, The man opened his eyes and raised his left brow.
"My honest answer is...I have no idea," Cassidy replied whilst folding his arms.
"Of course he does," The Old man responded as he began to balance on top of the sword with one foot instead. "By sending you to do his dirty work he is indirectly showing his underlings his weakness. Sure, he'll use excuses like 'It's your mess, you clean it up!' But truly he knows he's outclassed."
The man jumped into the air and landed on the same sword, this time doing a one-handed handstand. "Sending someone like you will have it's repurcussions, especially if by some miracle you win. But in my opinion it is a Catch 22.......That means that it is a lose-lose situation."
"I know," Cassidy replied. "I'm not stupid y'know."
"Oops, sorry." The Old Man said sarcastically. "I just assumed so because you'd have to be really stupid to try and fight me.
"As I was saying," The Old Man continued, "If you somehow beat me, your boss loses. If I beat you, your boss loses more."
The Old Man pushed off of the sword again, landing on it's handle with two feet. "If I beat you, then it's the same old story. I beat the henchman, we go to war. People die, profits drop and I'll probably win. If you beat me. Then your boss looks weak and you become a target for.......lawnmowing as I like to call it. When some of the grass grows taller than the rest of the lawn, it makes the whole garden looks bad. So the tall grass that stands out usually gets clipped. If you know what I mean."
Cassidy could already feel the implications and part of him actually believed the old timer. However, he had faith in his boss, plus it feels like this man would say anything to get under Cassidy's skin.
"Don't believe me if you want to, but something already tells me that you know I'm right," The Old Man prognosticated with a grin. "But then again, what use is this information if you won't be alive to see it fulfilled."
Cassidy knew that the battle between the two would start soon. He quickly took off his black jacket and tossed it into a corner. He now only wore a grey tank top and black trousers with black shoes to match.
"I refuse to fight and unarmed man. Human or not. So I suggest you pick up one of the many swords scattered throughout the room," The Old Man said as he gestured towards the various swords scattered throughout the place.
Cassidy's eyes slowly scanned the room for a suitable sword. He'd never really used one before so he couldn't decide which one would work best for him. As the raccoon's eyes fell upon the glowing sword in the corner, The Old Man spoke.
"I don't recommend picking up that oddly glowing sword over there. The sword belonged to an assassin who dubbed himself the 'Soul Snatcher'. He couldn't beat me and paid for it with his life. Just before he died he uttered some words in a language I'd never heard before. Probably a curse or something. Either way I wouldn't touch it."
All of the fantasies that involved defeating The Old Man with the coolest looking sword in the room combusted into whatever dreams were made of. Seems like I'm stuck with the basic swords, Cassidy thought to himself.
Cassidy eventually decided to just reach for the katana embedded in the ground next to him. He slowly began to reach for the sword, his hand shaking ever so slightly. As soon as he felt his fingers grip the cold, metallic hilt. He pulled his hand back to his chest as a sword sailed though the air, slicing past where his arm had just been milliseconds ago.
The raccoon looked at the man with eyes big enough to make every anime character bow their head in shame. The Old Man had actually back flipped off of the sword his was balancing on and gave it a sharp kick as it landed, sending it flying through the air, hoping to take off Cassidy's arm.
"Sorry," The Old Man said, almost looking geniunely embarrassed. "I'm used to most of my opponents picking up a sword and running at me as fast as they can....Not that those kinds of plans work anyway."
He chuckled slightly after the sentence and that's when Cassidy's impression of the man was solidified. The Old Man literally thinks that this is playtime. He underestimates me so much that he's acting like a child who's playing his friend in a game of Sonic the Fighters, knowing damn well his friend has never played, Cassidy thought to himself.
Ok, maybe that comparison was a little too much to the left. But the message was clear. The Old Man thought he completely outclassed him!
"Ok," Cassidy said whilst raising his hands. "If i'm gonna die here in a fight against you, I have one request."
The Old Man raised an eyebrow. "Go on...."
"Do you have a stereo or something that I can play music from?" Cassidy said with a sheepish grin.
The Old Man smiled briefly and it quickly metamorphed into a laughter. "Some music for your execution? Why not?" The Old Man said as he strolled out of the room. He quickly returned later with a purple Boombox and placed it in front of the raccoon's feet.
"Be careful with it," The Old Man said as Cassidy picked up the Boombox. "It's my daughter's"
Cassidy walked over to a side of the room and placed the boombox on the floor. He then pulled out his phone and, with a few taps and scrolls, picked the song he wanted and placed his phone on top of the boombox.
"Alright then, let's begin,,," Cassidy annnounced.
The classic martial arts sample Raekwon's Guillotine (Swordz) sailed through the air as Cassidy picked up the katana from before. Cassidy had never used a sword before, but he sure darn well wasn't going to let that stop him from winning. 
Allow me to demonstrate
The skill of Shaolin
The special Technique of Shadow Boxing
There was a electric atmosphere in the room despite the lack of physical activity. The young raccoon and the experienced gang boss stared each other down, watching each other for any sudden movement. Cassidy gripped the katana with two hands, holding it out in front of him just like what he'd seen in a movie. The Old Man on the other hand hadn't even drawn his katana from his side.
This is my chance! Cassidy thought to himself.
Poisonous
The young raccoon dashed forward as fast as he could.
Poisonous Paragraphs
Smash your phonographs in half
It be the Inspectah Deck on the Warpath
As he closed in he took a wide swing towards The Old Man, his first mistake. The Old Man responded with in a flash, drawing his sword within milliseconds and parrying Cassidy's strike.
      First Class          
       Leaving mics with a cast      
      Causing ruckus like the Aftermath  
When Guns Blast
What!? the raccoon screamed in his thoughts.
"My turn!" The Old Man said as launched a kick at Cassidy's chest, sending the latter flying backwards and landing on the floor.
Run fast 
Here comes the verbal assaulter
Rhymes running wild like a child in a walker
Cassidy rolled desperately to the side as The Old Man jumped into the air and stomped on where Cassidy was lying seconds ago.
I scored
From the inner slums abroad 
And my thoughts are razor sharp
I sliced the mic from the cord
The raccoon scrambled upon his feet and then took a stab. This time The Old Man side-stepped , dodging the stab entirely.
First they criticize
Then they become mentally paralyzed
                  With the hits that I devised             
What am I supposed to do! Cassidy mentally screamed again as he took another stab that met with the same result.
Now I testfy
The rest is I
Rebel INS, Ya Highness
Blessed to Electrify
The Old Man tisked as he spun around and launched a roundhouse kick that Cassidy ducked under.
With voltage of an eel
Truth that I reveal'll
Crush the amateurs
Who screamed they keep it real
Cassidy rose back up with an upward sword slice. The Old Man leaned backwards and countered with a successful backflip kick.
Caesar black down 
Hoodied up with fatigues
Part time minor leagues
Recieve third degrees
The raccoon was lifted into the air slightly and landed on his back. The Old Man jumped backwards a bit, giving the raccoon some space.
Attack like a wolf pack
Once I pull back
The God-U
And bust through like a fullback
Cassidy slowly got up onto his butt, rubbing his jaw and moving it around. The Old Man began to chuckled a bit as he twirled his sword stylishly.
Yo, you fourteen carat gold 
Slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein
Causes blizzards
"Maybe I overestimated your abilities!" The Old Man said confidently as he charged at Cassidy again.
The wildlife that kills for ice trife
Like by the digits
Gorillas 
Injected with the strength of 80 midgets
Cassidy sprawled onto his feet and jumped over the Old Man's head with a front flip as the latter dashed towards him.
The Earth spins whirlwinds
Rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in
N***as gasping swallowing aspirins
Cassidy landed on the ground with a roll and kept running. The Old Man was in hot pursuit.
With a dosage
You overdosed in rap
High explosives
My posters hypnotize with hypnosis
Cassidy stopped in front of a row of outgrowing swords and turned back to see The Old Man closing in on him.
The whole clan is on the run
Like natural born killers
Record breaking the album, Thriller
The raccoon jumped to the side, dodging the sideways sword slash and breathing a sigh of relief.
Got access to tear gas
Bombs and rocket launchers
Flow like dough
Killa Beez is what I sponser
Your Entrepreneur
Pens in gear like Shakespeare
When I f**k I grab hair
Collect drawers as souvenirs
Cassidy then sucked back in his sigh of relief as he saw the hilt's of the swords he was near fall to the floor. His strikes were powerful enough to slice through other swords!?
How sharp is that sword in his hand? Cassiy thought to himself. There's no way he was gonna win unless he didn't hold back.
F**k yeah!
My crew down german beers
My careers based on guns
Thowing cats in wheelchairs
The Old Man swung his sword down on Cassidy and the latter blocked it, causing the pair to lock swords.
Ecetera
Damage any lame ass competitor
Who try to front
Get broken in fast like leathers
The Old Man grinned as he slowly forced Cassidy backwards. However, Cassidy to smile back and he re-curled his fingers around his katana.
Whatever hot hardheads
Get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter yout goose
Shatter your feathers
Suddenly, the strength ratio seemed to shift. Cassidy was the one pushing The Old Man back!
Say never poetry chumps
Deal with graphic
Flew my family overseas
I'm maxing
The Old Man was shocked when Cassidy pushed him back and let loose a powerful slash. The Old Man jumped back, but felt a searing pain as the sword tip scratched his stomach.
If rap was crack
Fully packed I be tall cats
Taxing kingpin of the rap
Drug Trafficking
Village N****s get slapped
In Manhattan for rapping
Big Ghost stepps of laughing
Ha!
The Old Man looked down at his stomach to see that he was bleeding only slightly. It still infuriated him none the less. This small animal was able to harm him? It must've been a fluke!
"How?" The Old Man said as he looked Cassidy dead in the eye.
"I forgot that I could pull off an old trick," Cassidy replied as he placed his swordless hand on the ground. 
Were you just using
The Wu-Tang school method against me?
I've learned so many styles
Forgive me
Suddenly seven swords that were planted around the general area began to float into the air. They then floated behind Cassidy's back and spun behind him in a windmill formation.
"Now it truly begins...." Cassidy said with a grin.
Sit back relax.....
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