Location: Talking Stick Resort Arena, Phoenix, Arizona
Date: October 13th 2019
Time: During MHW ThrowDown Ep. 24
As the bell rang in the arena Skrabal flopped down on to the faux leather sofa in his dressing room with a bottle of beer in his right hand and a PAX 3 dry herb vaporizer in his left. His eyes were glued to the wall hung LED TV screen as he slouched back to watch Zombie, Solomon Cain, Jansen Myrrh and Tyke index take each other apart in a four way match that would decide the next challenger for his Mile High Wrestling Ultimate Championship.
Skrabal watched the match intently, his eyes rarely drifting from the screen, as momentum continued to switch between each competitor. The wrestling fan within him was gripped as he watched Zombie take Cain out with a Zombiesteiner only for her to immediately be met by Tyke Index as he took his opportunity to land his second Coke Mountain of the match.
"Oh shit! They Candi Brattoned 'em." Skrabal said to himself as he glanced towards his dressing room door with memories of Candi Bratton doing the same thing to him flashing through his mind.
Skrabal continued watching the match and the chaos surrounding it as The Shieldmaidens, Reaper and Ricky Stanton all made an appearance in one way or another. When the dust had settled and the bell was rung it was Tyke Index who was declared the winner and the number one contender to Skrabal's Mile High Wrestling Ultimate Championship.
With the announcement of Tyke Index's victory still echoing through the building Skrabal watched as Reaper pulled Tyke from the ring and The Shieldmaidens entered it with malice in mind. As Solomon Cain came too in the ring and saw himself surrounded by Shielmaidens, Skrabal reached for the TV remote and pressed the power button, turning the screen black.
"The more tings change the more they stay the same innit" Skrabal said, once again talking to himself as he rose from the sofa and walked towards the private shower located within his dressing room.
Location: Skrabal's Motel Room, Phoenix ArizonaDate: October 14th 2019
Time: 2.10 AM
Skrabal pushed the door of his motel room open and ushered the petite blonde woman accompanying him inside then walked in behind her and pushed the door closed behind him.
"Do you have any wine?" She asked in a sickeningly sweet tone as she looked at him with a lost expression.
"Nah. The fuck you think this is?" Skrabal replied, unimpressed by her act as he sat down on the mustard yellow sofa and reached for a cardboard box situated on the table in front of him. He pulled out two bottles of beer and twisted the tops off both then handed one to her.
"It's warm?" She told him with an infuriating rising inflection that made the statement sound like a question.
"Yeah." Skrabal responded with a 'no shit' tone as he took a pre rolled joint from the glass coffee table..
"Why don't you keep it in the fridge?"
"I ain't sit near the fridge."
"It's not that far... and it's always better served chil.."
"Stop talkin' fam." Skrabal told her coldly as he placed the joint between his lips and set it ablaze.
"Well that's rude." She replied as she took a seat next to him.
Skrabal ignored her words as well as her right hand creeping up his left leg and continued smoking his joint. Reaching into his hoody pocket he pulled out his phone and tossed it on to the glass coffee table in front of him, as soon as it landed he spotted the notification light shining. He leaned forward instantly and retrieved his phone as the petite blonde stood up and begun seductively removing her clothes. Skrabal glanced up her for a second then looked back at his phone and swiped through the notifications until a tweet caught his attention.
Skrabal took a few seconds to take the tweet in then shook his head and tossed his phone back on to the glass coffee table.
"Wow, these are pretty heavy" The petite blonde said.
Skrabal looked in her direction to see her stripped naked with both his MHW Ultimate and Phoenix titles hung over her shoulders, their straps conveniently covering her breasts.
"The fuck are you doin'? Put 'em down fam."
"Don't think I don't know what you wrestlers get up to. I saw those Paige leaks a couple of years ago."
"Oh shit, you did?"
"Yeah, every single one." She told him as an alluring smile flashed across her face.
Skrabal laughed and shook his head then watched her walk back and fourth across the small, dimly lit room like she was on a catwalk. She turned and walked towards him and leaned in close then whispered in his ear.
"I've got a proposition for you."
"Lemme here it." Skrabal says as leans back on the sofa and takes a deep draw on his joint.
"If I make you tap out I get to keep one of these." She said
"Shit I ain't tap out yet, in the ring or bedroom."
"There's a first time for everything." She said as she let both MHW title belts drop to the floor.
"That's disrespectful ya nah."
Skrabal looked her up and down, taking in her slender body and subtle curves and when she bit her lip he broke.
"Fuck it, get on the bed innit."
She glanced towards the bed and then towards the fridge.
"But the bed's further than the fridge." She said as climbed on to the sofa and straddled him.
Location: Skrabal's Motel Room, Phoenix Arizona
Date: October 14th 2019
Time: 11.35 AM
Skrabal awoke with a jolt on the mustard yellow sofa, the vibrating of his phone on the glass coffee table having disturbed his less than comfortable sleep, but as reached out for it the vibrating stopped. His outstretched arm instantly diverted towards the half drunk bottle of beer stood just next to his phone. He brought it to his mouth and downed it's contents in seconds. He picked up his phone and lowered the screens brightness before checking his notifications. He saw several missed calls from his friend and fellow Toll Gang member Ty. Skrabal sighed as he continued looking through his phone and then, just as had happened in early hours of the morning, a tweet caught his attention.
"Nah, no way!" Skrabal said out loud to himself, seemingly amused by the tweet.
"The fuckin' lightweight." He continued before shaking his head as a slight chuckle escaped his lips.
His phone vibrated in his hand signifying that a message had been received.
Without hesitation Skrabal tapped and swiped at the screen and within seconds the video call as connecting. Ty answered immediately, looking less than happy.
"Yo, Nash there or what?" Skrabal asked, hoping to see his friend and fellow Toll Gang member Nash for the first time in months.
"FUCK NASH!" Ty snapped back at him.
"What you mean fuck Nash? The fuck I do?" Nash called from somewhere out of view.
"The fuck he do?" Skrabal asked sincerely.
"He ain't do a nothin', YOU DID!" Ty told Skrabal, with veins in his neck bulging and anger in his voice
"The fuck I do?"
"Don't play that dumb shit. You nah exactly what ya did." Nash called out again, still out of view.
"Oi tell him if he wanna talk to me he can come get in on the call innit." Skrabal replied nonchalantly.
"I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN!" Ty shouted, sending saliva hurtling towards his phone.
"Fam what are you talkin' about? Come on clue me in, lemme know I beg you."
"ROBERT MACK!!"
"What about him bredrin"?
"I told ya, you keep runnin' ya mouth then he gonna have a problem and what happened?"
"Fam I dunno. Tell me!"
"Now he got a problem witchu!"
"He do?"
"Brudda I swear to God... I nah ya done seen the tweet. He called you out..."
"PUBLICLY!" Nash interrupted, still out of view.
"Fam you bein' silly. It ain't a ting."
"AIN'T A TING? Wake the fuck up my G, ya done said too much and now not only did he call you out he set you against the only person who beat ya convincingly."
"He did?"
"BRUDDA WHY DON'T YOU KNOW THIS? THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOIN'?"
Skrabal tapped his phone and turned on it's rear camera. He held his phone out and pointed it in the direction of the petite blonde who was fast asleep on his bed. He switched back to the front facing camera and answered Ty's question."
"That, I been doin' that."
"For fucks sake, Nash come talk some sense into this yout'"
"Allow it will ya. He ain't call me out, I called him out only that shit gonna be a month ago by the time he finally find the balls to talk to man. And he set me up with Azzy again, that's a favour you ask me."
"Will you ju..." Ty trails off as Skrabal interrupted him.
"I appreciate the concern fam but it ain't a ting. I got it covered."
The petite blonde woke up and rolled over to look in Skrabal's direction.
"You gonna fuck this all..." Ty trailed off once more as Skrabal interrupted him again.
"I ain't gonna fuck nuttin' up, trust. I'm a roll up to ThrowDown and listen to whatever he gotta say to me, and I'm a keep one eye on my back the entire time coz you ask me there be suttin' real fishin' with this delayed response bullshit."
"You just don't list..."
"Yeah you right, I don't. I'm the one livin' the shit blad, it's me out here... Now ya gonna have to excuse me coz my breakfast jus' woke up. And watch how you speakin' to me nex' time, Ty. Coz it ain't nuttin' to catch a flight back to yard and we can talk in person, ya get me?"
"Are you for real right now?"
"Yeah. I'm a speak to you later innit. Toll."
Ty didn't reply, he just shook his head as Skrabal tapped at his phone and ended the call while at the same time rising to his feet and walking in the direction of his bed.
Location: Skrabal's Motel Room, San Antonio, Texas.
Date: October 25th 2019
Time: 4:40AM
The video opens with Skrabal sitting on the edge of the cherry red sofa in his San Antonio motel room with a bottle of beer in his right hand. He holds the bottle out slightly in front of him and tilts it towards his phones camera.
"To Solomon Cain innit."
He bring the bottle to his mouth and drinks half of it's contents.
"But shit, the bredda better not have a sip."
He lifts the bottle back to his mouth and finishes what's left of the liquid contained within.
"Yeah, coz I heard he got some real bad substance abuse issue right now".
He leans forward and picks up a bottle of vodka and a pre-rolled joint from the floor in front of him. He takes a long drink directly from the clear glass bottle then places it back on the floor before putting the joint in his mouth and lighting it.
"Sucks to be Cain, right?"
He laughs hard, expelling smoke from his mouth and nose as he does so.
"Sucks... shit man has been Sateside for too long. It be fuckin' my whole vocab up."
He takes another puff on his joint and as the cogs start to turn inside his head his jovial mood vanishes
"Ya nah Azzy man would like to say this ain't personal, only problem wit' that is he be lyin' if he did. Coz this been personal fam. It ain't the loss though, I mean shit that stung don't get me wrong but it's what ya did after it that really get to man. Coz you had that hype, and this ain't the first time ya had it either but you gone done the same ting as last time. Thrown it all away, but I guess you already knew ya couldn't live up to it anyway. Based pon the way ya so happily agreed when the shit was called a miracle. You ain't feel offended by that nah? Ya shoulda done, coz by callin' the ting a miracle they done ya dirty for real, gone put the credit for it in the hands a whatever God they believe in, and you agreed wit' em too..."
He shakes his head and retrieves the bottle of vodka from the floor then takes another swig before putting the bottle back down.
"Ya should be embarrassed as well ya nah, I mean the fuck was that shit before the last show? All that uninspired nonsense and foolishness ya be spoutin' before ya ting wit Mosh. For real man had to roll his eyes a couple a times or more when listenin' to ya talk. I mean how the fuck ya gonna tell people to go watch a commercial instead? You dizzy fam, straight up. Mosh a joke for real though, but you ask me you ain't in a position to be so dismissive. I nah what ya thinkin' though, what they all thinkin'.
He pauses and takes a deep slow pull on his joint.
"Ya thinkin... but Skrabz you do that shit all the time."
He leans forward and retrieves something from the floor in front of him.
"You right, kinda. But despite what I might say I already done proved time and again that once that bell ring I'm a fight like my life depend on it. Plus I got suttin' Azzy and the rest of 'em ain't got, one or two real good reasons to justify that shit when it come outta my mouth."
He lifts the MHW Ultimate and Phoenix Championship belts up and moves them towards the camera, filling the screen with glistening gold, before placing both of them on the sofa next to him.
"And to think this could a been you blad. I mean that's what the word was. Yeah, they said Azzy was gonna twerk and twirl into the five way and jive out wit' the gold. Shit... I guess whatever God they believe in only had one miracle to spare for ya coz ain't no divine intervention that night, nah."
He laughs slightly and shakes his head before continuing.
"Ain't gonna be none come October twenty seventh either. Coz this ain't a wrestlin' ting, this ain't a fight for honor or pride or whatever shit they be on 'round here, this be man like Skrabz settin' out to prove a point, coz you the only person I ain't beat one on one and on the level that shit make me sick. I mean, you? What really fam? And I actually liked you at one time bald, put my rep on the line to tell you as much too. I mean do ya nah the damage that could a done to man? Coz that was before I saw ya for who you are. You a poser, yeah I said it. Coz you weren't happy wit' the Throwdown strap back when ya had it, nah! You had ya eyes set on a bigger prize and I can't blame ya but once ya chance came around... What you do fam? You give ya all and put it ya body on the line? Did ya leave it all in the ring and try wit' e'ryting ya had? Nah, ya left it in the back and came out to the ring half hearted. You ask me you ain't want the big strap in the first place, not really."
He pauses and takes another deep pull on his joint.
"Ain't only me that sees it though fam... I mean you the type to give a shit if the people in the seats cheer for ya only last time out they ain't seem to pleased witchu. That's coz they see it too blad, and if they turn on ya completely then you ain't got a ting left. I mean who the fuck else gonna buy those aprons or whatever shit they be sellin wit' ya name on these days. So ya gonna have to dig deep down inside come episode twenty five coz if you wanna keep 'em onside coz I ain't Chris Mosh fam, nah. I'm the big strap packer, the Mi' High Wrestlin' Ultimate Champion, and I ain't gonna give you another chance to make yaself off a my name. So you gonna need to pull a Lance Mikes and go get yaself a doctors note or by the end a the night ya gonna need one for real, trust!"
He pauses focuses his start directly on the camera.
"And bossman..."
He laughs arrogantly and shakes his head.
"I'm a see you too."
He leans forward and taps at his phone, ending the recording.