Kill the lights

When I finally regained consciousness, I found I had been thrown into the pool behind the club. Bubbles floated above my head  and I saw a trail of a colt's night black tail.

Brass Boom's.

I tried opening my eyes. Though my vision was blurry, I could see nothing but red water surrounding me. Just to make sure, I let my tongue creep out and take a gulp of the liquid.

Sure enough, it had that distinctive metallic taste to it. I attempted to float to the surface and perhaps take a breath of air, but I had no such luck.

Brass Boom was clever.

He knew I would wake up and try to swim to the top.

So of course, He tied me up and weighted me down.

Luckily, He isn't the best knot tier.

In fact, he barely can tie a bow. I had to cut him some slack.

...

Actually, No I don't.

Something deep inside me stirred and angered me beyond belief.

It was a wave of fury and rage that started in my horn, raced down and made my eyes burn, tensed up my chest, tied my stomach in a knot, and made my thighs ache like I had waked a mile through the desert with no water.

I was disgusted.

I was feeling such agitation that transcended definition and put all war-anger to rest.

I was furious.

Enraged.

Sick with anger.

I gritted my teeth and tried to kick the cinder block so it would snap the rope.

The force was more than enough to break the rope and send the stone flying towards the bottom of the pool. As I burst fromt he surface of the luke-warm swimming pool, I could hear a thousand distant yet cheerful shouts and the distinctive 'Wub Wub' of a few of my best tracks.

But wait...?

I had kept them under serious lockdown.

Only Octavia and I knew the code. And you can't get anything out of the regal mare without a dozen or so shots of the hardest cider.

Buck.

I knew it! I should have kept that in the safe too.

Stupid, Stupid, STUPID!

Now, Now, Vinyl. Now's not the time to be fussing over your...

Hoofpressed.

Special Order.

Extremely Knock-Your-Horseshoes off cider.

Buck. Buck, Buck, Buckedy Buck.

All I knew after that were a few distraught grunts, wild splashing, and the squeaking of clammy hooves against gravel.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! Right up the latter to the roof.

I saw Brass Boom with my signature glasses, my favorite headphones, and most importantly, MY records beneath HIS hooves spinning on MY turntables.

I cut through the crowd like a dagger through a piece of cake, ears twitching wildly with indignation.

"BRASS BOOM!" I spat, the mass of ponies instantly gasping and jumping back. Some idiot thought it was a good idea to shine the floodlights on me, drawing all attention to none other than the almost drowned, almost dead, almost victorious at a rap battle, Vinyl BUCKING Scratch.

Before you coud say 'Princess Celestia Sits on her Sister', I was nothing but a white and blue blur racing through a thousand surprised ponies.

I kicked over both speakers and threw the turn table off the building. "BRASS BOOOOOM!!"

"Vinyl Scraaaatch!!" The red stallion said in a wheedling voice. "Come to finish what you've started?"

"Aw, Hey Vinly!! Ish been so long since I've seen ya! Wait... Woah... You have like," A highly drunken Octavia slurred, stumbling over to me. "Three headsh! Ish crashy!" And with that, she fell onto the ground.

With a deep growl, I leapt up to Brass Boom and beat a hoof against his chest. He flew backwards, almost falling off the roof. I caught him by his collar just before he plummeted below. I could see his quick, short breathing as I teetered on the edge of the roof.

"You knocked me out, threw me in the pool, almost bucking DROWNED me, inebriated my marefriend, ransacked my safe," I got louder with each statement. "stole my records, used my turntables, wore my headphones, and most importantly, BURGLARIZED MY GLASSES!! And you know what?" A devious smile curled across my muzzle.

"I BUCKING LOVE IT." With that, I shoved my hooves off of the gutter and pulled him in for a kiss.We fell, gaining speed, our lips still locked.