Dillon Daniels vs Skrabz

Location: Skrabals flat, Stratford, London, England.
Date: 17/5/2019
Time: 8.35am

Skrabal is sitting on his sofa writing in his rhyme book.

Man said a big opportunity
and this is what they do to me?

They gonna throw me trash?
like all they have is scraps for Skrabz?

Ya-nah this man is not a match for me
I hack and slash spectacularly

I got a Waco siege mentality
for his lil cult of personality

He spins the pen between his fingers for a few seconds then throws it down with a "Fuck it" and pick up his phone, he sets it to record a video then props it on the table so its lens is facing him.

"Ya-nah man was gonna do this ting properly and wait until I was on American soil before saying anything else but then I laid my blurry eyes on next weeks card and man a felt he had to speak on it real quick."

"Now all I can say is that whoever it is out there in charge of the shit obviously got they ears full of rocks coz they aint hearing man. I mean what the fuck I gotta do put it in subtitles for you? Do you need annotations fam? Is that it? Man is above this ting ya-nah."

"But still... Dillon Daniels...lets speak on him real quick"

"Come on fam, allow it. You didn't really think you were gonna get Monster Man on your little shoulders did you? Are you dizzy blud?.. Shit, you do that fam and you make Atlas look weak, ya get me?"

"Hear me though, if you really wanted to put that man to sleep you shoulda just spoke to him bruv. I mean your speech last week had man nodding out like he snorted a pill ya see me?"

"Get this though, check the ting... Dillon said his heart his bigger than Issa Combs.... Bruv I aint no doctor but that sound like a medical issue fam, my man should go get that checked out... maybe that's why you looking so tired out there fam... panting on your back looking up at the lights.. that big ol' heart of yours just cant pump blood round your body quick enough."

"So now you known as the man that choked in the first main event match in Mile High Wrestling. You in the history books for the wrong reason fam."

"How that feel blad?"

"But dont get too down on it coz shit it had to be somebody and honestly I can't figure man more fitting than you fam, trust."

"Coz ya-nah I seen my man said that everyone who seen him fight calls him the real deal...well I seen my man fight now and he look to me like some kinda cut price cunt, ya get me?... I mean man looks good throwing hands at a bag in a gym far away from danger but it dont translate to the ring fam and you already done proved that."

"And word of warning for you famalam, you throw them hands at me and I'm a throw a fucking bus back and I'm from London cuz so you know I'm on that double decker shit"

"But ya-nah on a seriousness tip ya would think with it being mans first match in America that I be the one with suthin to prove... you would think dat... but you would wrong bredda, trust. The pressure is on you fam coz you already done blown one opportunity. You got thrust in to the spotlight based on name value but it turn out your name dont hold weight so now Big Man Issac goes on to chase gold while you float and flutter down the card."

"And you meet me on your way down just as mans beginning his rise to the top. So you're going to have two big places in history fam... the first man to choke in the main event in MHW and the first name crossed off my list"

"But dont get it twisted coz you are just the first in a long line, mans list got a lot of names on it fam... and mans pen got a lot of ink in it, ya feel me?"

He picks his phone up and taps on the screen, ending the recording.