A video plays displaying the final moments of Skrabal's last video from December third, twenty nineteen.
The video cuts to highlights of the closing moments of MHW ThrowDown Twenty Seven, immediately following Jansen Myrrh's controversial victory over Bullet.
The video cuts back again to Skrabal's December Third video.
Another rapid cut back to MHW ThrowDown Episode Twenty Seven.
The video now cuts to a quick edited montage featuring rapid cut highlights of MHW ThrowDown Episode Twenty Sevem coupled with audio from Skrabal's December third video.
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Ask if I'm great boy I laugh in ya face
Point out ya trippin' followin' the path that I laid
I set trends for peers wit' blue prints that I made
E'ryting I did lit sit and bask in the flames
I been the goat since a kid when I was little big
And hit my goals consistent as Ibrahimovic
I'm jus' a ticket from switchin' from box office to top shotter
You suck forever like ya copped Wonkas gobstoper
The dogs bollocks! The mutts nuts, the bees knees
You want prollems? You fucked up, believe me!
The dead a risen, the Day Walker on a mission...
Blade touch each side a ya neck; it's not an honour system
Stop and listen, it's slack slang an' proper diction
Praise me baby I plainly got a props addiction
Starrin' in the mirror dropped a written composition
Upon reflection I am my only competition
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Location: Skrabal's Motel Room, Chicago, Illinois
Date: January 1st 2020
Time: 2.10PM
The video begins with a shot of the reigning MHW Ultimate and Phoenix Champion sitting on brown leather sofa in his rented, Chicago based room, with his MHW Ultimate and Phoenix titles perched atop the sofas backrest behind him.. The sound of females laughing is heard in the background as Skrabal places a joint in his mouth and removes the hood of his Toll Gang hoody from his head, revealing his tired and bloodshot eyes. The end of his joint joint glows brightly in the dimly lit room as he pulls air through it, drawing smoke deep into his lungs.
"Ya gonna have to excuse me ya nah, man be a lil more waved than usual. New year's vibe innit, man a be out here lowkey partyin like it's twenty ninety nine."
He takes another long draw on his joint as a slender caramel toned arm leans into the frame holding an open bottle of beer. Skrab
“What I tell ya fam?”
He a long drink from the bottle.
“I told ya that if I had to go through each an e'ryone of 'em then that's exactly what I was gonna do and if ya were watchin' episode twenty seven then ya would a already saw that's exactly what I done did. Ya see I was sat in the back watchin' Jansen catch that Bullet dub, ya nah they call in controversial from shit Jansen from mo to you if they call anythin' ya doin' controversial than you doin' suttin' right. But I was sat there in the back, feet up relaxin' after catchin' that Muriko maintenance dose earlier in the night and I seen the perfect opportunity to do what I told 'em I would.”
He takes another drink from the bottle, finishing the beer, then takes a few quick tokes on his joint.
“See e'ryone else wanna run up from the back, they wanna have they friends or they relatives playin' distraction tactics while they snake suttin' up for they advantage. Man like Skrabz do it dif'rent. Man like Skrabz say it ain't matter who ya are or how many there be I'm a confront ya head on and when I seen Jansen walkin' to the back, Coven all 'round her with those Maidens lookin' on wit' envy I ain't see nuttin' but the perfect time to strike. Coz I told those Maidens I was gonna do what they couldn't and then I went and gave 'em a front row seat while I did it.”
He whistles and holds the empty beer bottle out to the side and almost immediately a slender white arm reaches in to replace the empty bottle with a fresh beer.
“I walked out from the back wit' one ting in mind and that ting be that nonsense and foolishness the lot of 'em pulled at Black Magic after I got done kickin' Tyke Index off his peak and right on outta the company... I walked out from the back thinkin' a the beat down they done thrown my way, that post Candi Bratton distraction bullshit, that mob up and jump me from the back trash e'ryone else seem to be on lately.... I walked out from the back, man deep on a solo vibe and took on the so called baddest group Mi' High ever done seen.”
He takes quick drink from the bottle then looks in to the camera.
“How'd it go fam?”
He laughs arrogantly and shakes his head then finishes his second beer.
“Ya nah I said the shit sound like a fair fight and to be real witchu I feel to go 'head and recant that right now coz I ain't nah if ya were watchin' that there in the Cajundome but it be anything but fair. That shit be a massacre ya nah, one eight seven on six a those seven for real.”
He takes another deep toke on his joint.
“It's Big Skrabz the champ ya nah that I ain't fuck about
Turned Lafayette to Salem wit' the way I took The Coven out”
He pauses for another few quick tokes, his MHW Ultimate and Phoenix titles glistening behind him.
“Yeah, ya done know... But shit fam, that's another year done ya nah. It be real crazy innit, some real blink and ya miss it shit. Man has seen those end a year awards too... Well now ya got the popularity contests outta the way I'm a go right on and remind ya that man like Skrabz got the only awards worth havin' right here sat pretty behind me and he ain't got 'em from a vote, nah. I got both of 'en through nuttin' but hard work and a determination and ain't none a ya bitter sideways bitchin' and complainin' gonna change it.”
A slender white arm enters the frame again, along with a brief glimpse of female owners toned backside, as she reliefs Skrabal of the empty beer bottle he's been clutching. As soon as she leaves the shot a slender caramel toned arm leans in handing Skrabal a third bottle of beer.
“But it be a new year still and certain tings a change regardless.... One a those changes be suttin that be a hundred and eight days in the makin'."
He glances over his left shoulder towards his MHW Phoenix title.
"That be a pretty long time innit, not as long as five hundred thirty nine days...”
He glances over his right shoulder towards his the MHW Ultimate Title.
“But it be a long time still... After one hudnred and eight days man like Skrabz finally gonna defend the side piece, ya seen the bossman done brought that Phoenix title outta retirement and if ya ask me if be about time too... I mean do ya have any idea what it's like blad? Any idea at all? A hundred an eight days fam, one oh eight count 'em I beg you. For one hundred and eight days I been carryin' that strap around and all that time I been itchin' to defend it. All that time they been lookin' at me askin' the question, what's the question? The question be 'why the fuck man like Skrabz carryin' 'round a retired title?'...”
He takes a final few tokes on his joint thens tubs it out in an ash tray out of view.
“You ask that and I'm a ask ya right back, what the fuck does it matter? I mean man a pose a lil hypothetical for ya right now, say I done put the ting on the line e'ry time I stepped in the ring since I ripped it outta Tyke's hands quicker than he tear open a baggy, jus' play pretend I put it pon the line against Space Lord back on October thirteenth. Or imagine I done did the same against Azzy or Reaper or Muriko... I mean what the fuck does it even change blad? For real what di'frence does it make? I beg ya tell me fam coz from where man be peepin' the ting I gotsta tell ya it look like it ain't change a ting coz way I see it...
He reach behind and to the leff and takes the MHW Phoenix title from the sofas back rest and places it across his lap on full display.
"The way I see it is I could a put this Phoenix strap pon the line in e'ry match I had and the shit'd still be here in my hands today coz strap on the line or not I ain't catch nuttin' but dubs and wit' the shit retried or not, since September fifteenth twenty nineteen until this day man like Skrabz been the Mi' High Wrestlin' Phoenix Champion.”
Smoke drifts in from out of frame, quickly followed by long, slim caramel flingers clutching a freshly rolled and lit joint. Skrabal takes it places it in his mouth, inhaling deeply, then exhales a cloud of smoke towards the camera.
“But who first in line to try pry it from man's grasp. Gyal like bandit. Ya nah I'm a guess there be some of 'em out here doubtin' the choice, sayin' she lackin' that solo tip experience but shit man a be lyin' if I say it ain't make sense to me...”
He looks in to the camera sarcastically as he smokes his joint then laughs slightly.
“Nah for real, I ain't even playin' witchu... I mean cast ya mind back to the five way ting, September twenty ninth, episode twenty three and if ya remember right Bandit be the last one I ran through on my way to the biggest does a dub I ever I been hit wit'. Outta four others she be the final one left scrappin' and clawin' to get her hands on the big strap. Now all this time later she get her reward innit... Perfect sense... but man a be fool if her ignore her tag success... Coz Bandit been cruisin' down that tag team highway for time, windows down and pedal to the metal innit, ting is she got some extra weight right there along wit' her, ain't no run away bride though nah.... What ya think I'm a say now though? Ya think man a say this ya chance to ditch Sam Hamilton, shift gears and leave her in ya dust? Nah fam, you think that and I'm a tell y right now you 'bout as wrong as ya could be. I'm a tell ya to strap her in tight, keep her right there along for the ride coz lil back road short cut ya done found ain't lead to nuttin' but a road block and you 'bout to be diverted back on that tag tea path with more than police escort, coz man a be that stop, turn on a dime and head right on back the way ya came wit' a quickness shit. So you gonna Sam innit, for as much as she need you fam you need her, you nuttin' wit' out each other, not here blad.”
He laughs and takes a few quick puffs on his joint.
“But shit now I guess man be at a real disadvantage innit, least that's why some of ya think. I mean here I be stuck between both Coven and the Maidens, how many that even be? Shit there be about thirty Maidens, or suttin', I ain't nah but to be real withcu I only see a few of 'em anyway. Point is though the numbers ain't matter coz I ain't ever seen this shit as anythin' but me against 'em all anyway. So come episode twenty eight, first show a twenty twenty, I'm a continue as I been doin' and start as I mean to go on all in one night, catch that very first side strap defence dub then either leave wit' both straps held high, or shit maybe I'm a have fight both the Coven and the Maidens..."
He looks in to the camera confidently.
“Ya never nah though blad, if I do that...”
He takes a long, slow draw on his joint then exhales smoke directly at the camera.
“Maybe then it a be fair fight.”
He laughs arrogantly and shakes his head as the video ends.