Post by Jansen Myrrh on Jan 22, 2020 10:07:04 GMT -6
*This RP includes excerpts from the upcoming Splat! Sports special “Riding Shotgun with Jansen Myrrh on the Road to the MHW Ultimate Championship”
January 20, 2020
Jansen woke up the day after Episode 29 of Throwdown and she was a little perturbed at the loss Coven went through last night. She was more upset that she allowed herself to lose focus and got pinned by Sam Hamilton. She normally took Monday’s off training, but she was frustrated. Fucking Skrabz got the win again. She was asked the other day how confident she was going into this match with Skrabz. To answer that question, you’d have to go back a couple of weeks.
January 6, 2020
“What the fuck do you want now?” Anyone would have easily recognized the voice of the former “Tattle Tail” Candi Bratton as Jansen walked into her bar in rural Idaho. Walking into the bar, Jansen wasn’t sure she should just drop in, but she figured there’d be a lot less chance to be turned away in person than over the phone.
“I need your help.”
“I’m fighting Skrabz. For the title.” Jansen says as she walks up to the bar and takes a seat.
Candi reached behind her and pulled out a bottle with something clear in it and poured a couple of shots and slid one over. “Well, fuck me. I wondered if you were ever gonna get your shot. I know that’s been your dream. So, what’s your plan?”
Jansen takes the shot and holds it for a moment before shooting it down and setting the shot glass back on the counter. Candi follows suit. Jansen allows the liquid to settle before she finally answers. “I’m hoping it’ll be the Confessional.”
Candi sets her shot glass on the counter just long enough to refill them both as she makes eye contact with Jansen. “You’re serious?”
Nodding her head, Jansen takes the second shot glass of the day. “I need something more. The Myrrh-driver works, the spike works too. But, I need something new. Something that will shock and surprise everyone, including Skrabz.”
Candi is quiet for a long moment as she considers Jansen’s idea. “Why the Confessional?”
“Because it works. Because those at MHW will always remember the Confessional. They’ll always attribute it to you. They know we have history and for me to bust out that move and perhaps even use it to beat Skrabz at the PPV… wouldn’t that be a little poetic for you?”
Candi lifts her shot glass and downs it quickly and sets hers in the sink. “You ain’t gotta shrink me, kid. I’ve been playing mind games since I was a teenager. But I do like the way you think. I’ll teach you the Confessional. I heard through the grapevine, you’ve been training like a madwoman. Because of this title shot?”
“Yes,” Jansen responds before finally lifting that glass up and taking in the contents. “I can’t let this opportunity pass. It’s all I ever dreamed of. I want to do it for Uncle Dandy.”
Candi nods as she glances over to where a picture of her and Dandy Myrrh are together. Jansen follows her gaze and slides out of her seat and walks over and pulls the picture off the wall. “You guys look real happy in this.”
“Well, then I guess I gotta win that title for the both of you.”
Candi shakes her head as she walks around the counter. “Well, let’s not get all sappy and shit. We got some training to do.” She walks over and flips the OPEN signed to CLOSED and as she opens the door, Jansen has placed the picture back on the wall and they head out together. As the door closes and she turns the key in the lock, Candi’s voice is heard, “You’re driving.”
Producer: Let’s talk about Skrabz.
Jansen: What’s there to say about Skrabz? That dude brings it. Every time. Look, he hasn’t been the Champion for six hundred days for nothing. The best have tried. Each and every time he’s put them down. No shit. So, I’m not going to take away any of that from him. He’s deserved every accolade he’s received as champ. But, this may be my last chance.
Producer: Why do you say that?
Jansen: Just heard word that MHW is closing its doors. This may be my last chance to become the champ before that happens. Not only do I have a legacy I need to fulfill. But to go out as Ultimate Champ when the place shuts its doors, no one will ever be able to take that away from me. I will forever be the Ultimate Champ, unless Rob decided to bring it back one day, but that doesn’t seem likely this time.
Producer: We’ve been following you around for weeks. We have seen the training you’ve put yourself through anticipating this match. You met with Candi Bratton and she taught you the Confessional. We saw you use that Confessional on Throwdown to make Skrabz tap out.
Jansen: For the first time in his career, he tapped to me. Not to a Shieldmaiden, or Tyke Index, or Reaper, or Vebbins. Skrabz tapped out to the Confessional.
Producer: It must make you confident going into this match.
Jansen: It makes me more confident. Skrabz has a way of pulling out these wins. You think he’s down and he gets back up. I have watched every single Skrabz match since day one. Episode 2 versus Dillon Daniels, win. Episode 3 versus Forge and Deuce, triple threat. Win. Episode 6 versus Hamilton. Win. Episode 7, versus Forge, First Blood. Win. Episode 8 versus Anya. Win. See the pattern here? The Rise in Phoenix. Ultimate Championship versus Candi Bratton. Win. I can keep going. I’ve seen them all. Episode 10, eight person tag. His team lost, but he didn’t take the fall. Episode 11, pinfall loss to Bullet. His first real loss in MHW. What did he do when they rematched and the title was on the line? He won. I could go through his match history and show that you every time he lost, and it wasn’t often, he won the rematch. Loss to Azurine Vebbins, won the rematch. So, you ask me if I’m confident. I’m prepared. That’s what I am. I’m prepared for this fight. Win, lose or draw. If I fail to win the championship, that’s on me. I have trained these last few months harder than I have ever trained for anything in my life.
Producer: At Beach Squires.
Jansen: At Beach Squires. I didn’t want them holding back on me. They trained me like I was a rookie. They put me through cardio drills, wrestling drills. I learned new moves that I will use in my match with Skrabz.
Producer: Including the Confessional.
Jansen: I’d be an idiot not to use the Confessional if the opportunity presents itself. You saw him tap out. The whole world saw Skrabz tap out to the Confessional. I ain’t no hero, but these fans of MHW want something new. Granted, if I win it’ll only last a short time, but they want to see someone beat Skrabz. It’s fucking time. It’s god damned fucking time. I’m in the right place and I believe it’s the right time and I’m definitely the right person to put him down.
Producer: It sounds like you are confident.
Jansen: Are you not listening? It’s not confidence. I’d be a fucking fool to sit here and tell you that I’m going to beat Skrabz. I’m prepared, yes. My plan is to go in and beat Skrabz. Yes. But the list of people he has beat is right here. What I feel is that I’m at the right place and the right time to be the one to put an end to his title reign. I’ve learned new moves and I’ve learned the Confessional. I’m not promising a victory because to do that would be foolish. The number of people who have come in here and promised victory only to be defeated is near endless. There is a MHW magazine out right now with me on the cover asking if I’m the hardest working wrestler in MHW. The answer to that question is that for the last three months, I can promise you that I am the hardest working wrestler in MHW. No one is training harder than me. No one is taking this match as seriously as I am. Tyke Index wants to run around playing jokes to prepare for his title match. The moment the wind mentioned that I might get a title shot, I was seeking out the best training facility this business has to offer. If anyone is going to beat Skrabz, it’s going to be me. These people have gotten behind me in this quest and they have turned on Skrabz. I told them I was going to bring them change and I’ll do the best I can to do that.
Producer: What’s left for you after MHW?
Jansen: No fucking clue. Hopefully, I’ll be the Ultimate Champ. I will have to get with Coven and see if there’s someplace for us to go.
JANUARY 13th, 2020
Jansen had just changed into her gym clothes. Jamison is waiting for her in the ring as she climbs inside.
“I went to visit Candi Bratton.”
There’s a look that crosses Jamison’s face at that news. “That Candi Bratton? Your aunt Candi Bratton,” he asks.
“Well, she’s not technically my aunt, since they didn’t get married but yeah, that Candi Bratton. I asked her to teach me the Confessional.” Jansen grins, “I needed something new in my arsenal.”
“She taught me the Confessional. Let’s get some training in. I’ve spent all last week learning that move so other than some early morning running, I haven’t done much about anything else.”
January 19, 2020
The match was over. Skrabz had once again gotten his hand raised. Jansen slams her hand on the floor as she leans against the guardrail on the outside. She had earlier been eliminated from Sam Hamilton and her blood was already boiling. She looked in the ring at the back of Skrabz as he held that championship and she just snapped.
She could hear the cheering of the fans as she rolled into the ring and got to her feet. She walked up behind Skrabz and grabbed him around the neck with one arm and his arm with her other and she fell backwards on the mat and just pulled for all she was worth. The crowd is rabid at this point and she could hear them and it drove her to pull back as hard as she possibly could. She could see the black and white of the officials as they swarmed the ring, but then she felt it.
He tapped to the Confessional.
“Come on, Jansen. Let him go!” “Jansen, let him go!”
Finally she released the move and leaped up to her feet as the crowd was starting to cheer her again. “Jansen! Jansen!” The cameramen were already heading towards the back. She had only hoped she got that all on film as she watched them roll Skrabz from the ring. The members of Coven swarmed the ring. High fives and fist bumps all around.
It was the first moment when she first thought she could do this. She could actually beat Skrabz for the Ultimate Championship.
When Jansen Myrrh finally released Skrabz he instinctively rolled out of the ring where he was immediate swarmed by officials and security guards. As he regained his composure and tried to shake off the effects The Confessional he watched as The Coven swarmed the ring and celebrated with fist bumps all around. Skrabz tried to enter the ring, ignoring the pain, but was held back and bundled away from the ringside area clutching his Ultimate and Phoenix title belts, and more than a little worse for wear.
Entering the backstage area he was met with shocked faces and a charged, jubilant atmosphere that gave him the distinct feeling that everyone within view had been celebrating just seconds earlier. As he walked, he tried to distance himself from the flock of officials pursuing him, but they were hot on his tail.
"We need to get you checked over right now." Referee Jack Glasscock told him, grabbing him by the shoulder.
"Nah, I'm good. Get the fuck off me." Skrabal snapped, shrugging him off and wincing slightly in pain.
"You've got no say in it. Company policy." Jack informed him, hoping he would see sense.
"Fuck the policy fam I said I'm good." Skrabal said, the crowd slowing their pace leaving Jack Glasscock alone in his pursuit.
"You're hurt. Can we have a medic here, now!?"
"I ain't a need a fuckin' medic fam." Skrabal snapped again, his frustration growing as rapidly as the pain.
"Skrabz, wait..." Jack pleaded, halting his stride and watching as Skrabz walked away, his body slightly hunched over.
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These are the tales of a bard spinnin' tales in is psalms And failin' to bail from a faidin' mirage The jaded and harsh lookin' sadist at heart Cravin' the pain to put the flames in his bars
I ain't takin' part less I'm makin' it hard Find me handcuffed tryin' play a game a charades What a farce... Do it for the sake a the craft Get what ya put in - that's the state a this art
This be ages a graft, never strayed from the path. This is patience and painstakin' placement a bars This is pacin' my yard, frustrations and pars. This is constantly doubtin' ya brain and ya heart This is chasin' the stars... Landin' straight on ya arse gettin' back up and aimin' for Mars This is pain from the past... Laid on to page after page in the dark so ya can save ya remarks
Lil' snakes in the grass couldn't walk in my steps but still talk my name wit'out enormous respect
I'm a storm ya address like uniformed feds but ya leavin' in a bag fuck a lawful arrest
Walkin' thesaurus, jaw a cement, callin' my name be a source a regret
Don't act surprised fam it's cause and effect, talk a this author you order ya death!
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Location: BWR Studio, Stratford, London.
Date: 29th January 2020
Skrabal sits at the broadcast table in the BRW studio, opposite BRW founder, podcast host and long time associate, Chris Grant. On the table in front of him, carefully position in full view of the single static camera sits Skrabal's MHW Ultimate and Phoenix Championship titles, shining brightly despite the cheap studio lighting. Skrabal twists the top off a bottle of beer and drops on in to a bin next to and Chris takes a sup of water from a glass as a female assistant begins to count down.
Skrabal finishes downs his beer and places the bottle in the bin.
Chris places his glass of water down on the table in front of him.
LIVE FROM THE BRW STUDIO
"Chris Grant with you again here wishing a good evening to everyone tuning in, welcome and thank you for staying up so late to join us tonight. My guest is a long time friend of the show, having made his first appearance all the way back in February of twenty twelve when he was just 18 years old. He is the Mile High Wrestling Ultimate and Phoenix Champions. He needs no introduction. He is... Skrabal Stanzas. Skrabz, welcome to the show."
"Big up yaself bredrin', thank you for havin' me back again it's a real pleasure to be here as always ya nah."
Skrabal says, nodding his head and reaching across the table for a fist bump.
"It's a pleasure to have you, thank you for coming."
Chris says, leaning over with his arm extended and bumping fists with Skrabz. Sitting back down, Chris continues
"So, lots to talk about today and with the news that Mile High Wrestling will soon cease operations I thought we'd take a quick look back over your time with the company, but before we do that, lets address the elephant in the room shall we?"
Chris asks, a look of tepid apprehension on his face.
"Oi fam that's unnecessary ya nah."
Skrabal replies, his eyebrows raised and a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"With all due respect... The people want to hear it discussed."
Chris tells him sincerely, urging him to engage.
Skrabal asks, shaking his head.
"Fam you jus' keep bein' disrespectful innit. Look we can talk about anythin' ya wanna talk about bredrin, ain't nuttin off limits... I jus' ain't think it's right you be callin' Jansen an elephant coz..."
"Sorry. Skrabz, It's an idiom..."
Chris tells him, confused.
"No shit brudda"
"I'm jus' fcukin' witchu."
Chris smiles politely and continues.
"So, dramatic scenes at the end of ThrowDown. After emerging victorious from a hard fought tag team elimination match you appeared to have all the momentum heading into Myrrder She Wrote, until Jansen Myrrh herself locked you in The Confessional and as the show went off the air we saw you tapping out for the first time in your Mile High career. What can you tell me about that decision?"
Chris picks up his glass of water and leans back in his seat.
Skrabal asks firmly but without giving Chris time to respond.
"What you expect me to say? I mean the company closin' it's doors and we got jus' two shows left so what you expectin' me to talk about bookin' and favours and puttin' people over? Talk about playin' a character pon the screen?... Like some of 'em do?"
He kisses his teeth and shakes his head.
"Nah fam, never that. This is e'ryday fam, one hundred... You wanna nah why man like Skrabz tapped his hand pon that canvas?... Coz that shit hurt blad, this ain't some kiddy shit ya nah? When someone grabs ya head and twist it one way then wrench ya arm and twist it another the shit hurt for real. I mean fam, she call it the confessional but does you have any idea the history a that shit?"
Skrabal pauses and looks Chris in eyes as he waits for him to answer. Chris leans forward, placing his glass of water back on the table.
"I believe Jansen was taught the move by her aunt, Candi Bratton?"
Chris answers, the rising inflection in his voice giving away his lack of confidence in his response. Skrabal shakes his head.
"Yeah, nah. I mean, she's not her Aunt fam... But I'm talkin' the real history here bredda, The move got some pedigree behind it, used by some a the best the past had to offer and that shit be facts for a reason. Coz it work, it hurt and..."
Skrabal trails off as Chris interrupts, surprised by Skrabal's candidness.
"That said Skrabz, you didn't tap out at The Rise Phoenix, all the way back in twenty eighteen, when Candi Bratton had the Confessional locked in tight."
"True say fam..."
Skrabal replies proudly.
"What your point be though?"
Skrabal continues as he leans down side of his chair and picks yp a bottle of beer, he offers it to Chris who shakes his head and gestures towards his glass of water.
"Well, what was the difference between then and now."
Chris asks, probing Skrabal on why he feels he still has the edge over Jansen Myrrh. Skrabal twists the top off his beer and drops it in the bin next to him.
"Seen, seen. I'm glad ya brought it up fam.... Ya seen Jansen's been trainin' innit?"
He takes a quick drink from bottle.
"Yes, indeed. Full credit it too her, she's taking this match very seriously."
Chris replies enthusiastically.
"You think I ain't blad?"
Skrabal keeps his eyes locked on Chris as he takes another drink of beer.
"Ya seen trainin' goes wit' the work, it be part a job description ya nah we all do it pon the daily jus' most us ain't see fit to announce it e'ry time we step a foot inside a gym. But that's what the dif'rence be for real, trainin'. Ya seen back then man like Skrabz had Candy sussed innit, I knew she was comin' in wit' that confessional so I had the shit scouted well and we all nah how that ended, like ya said she done had it locked in and I fought my way outta the ting e'rytime. So you ask me and I'm a tell ya that's where Jansen done fucked up. She should a kept that shit firmly tucked up her sleeve till it mattered but nah, she played her cards early and in doin' so she played herself and come February second she gonna fold like e'ryone that came before her."
Skrabal finishes his beer and drops the bottle in the bin next to him.
"You're saying Jansen won't be able to make you tap out again this Sunday in the O2 Arena?"
Chris asks excitedly.
"Too fuckin' right that's what I'm sayin' fam."
Skrabal replies with confidence.
"That was her one shot blad, all she had goin' for her was the element a surprise and she done gave it up already. I'm a be there prepped and ready wit' a white collar on but since man like Skrabz ain't follow religion I'm a break that confessional seal and expose Jansen Myrrh's sins for the world to see, standard!"
He continues, his confidence rising the longer he speaks.
"While we're on the subject of Jansen Myrrh, she recently travelled to London and held a rally of sorts outside the O2 Arena... "
Chris trails off as Skrabal interrupts.
"Nah, she didn't. Not in man's city, no way."
Skrabal laughs and shakes his head.
"Why you lyin' fam?"
"She gathered a small crowd and had them chanting fuck Skrabz. I can pull the footage up now..."
Chris says defensively, feeling that his integrity has been called in to question.
"Nah, I'm a do it myself blad, later thought innit I ain't wanna waste ya time."
Skrabal tells him sincerely.
"For sure... Now, obviously that attack came after a hard fought victory over Jansen Myrrh and her Coven, and in that match you teamed with a group who you've hand your share of conflict with in the past in The Sheildmaidens. What can you tell me about that experience?"
Chris asks as he picks up his glass of water from the table.
"Fam you saw the ting ya self, Sam Hamilton only one out there holdin' her own and if you ask me that exactly how it been since she started ridin' wit' the rest a those Maidens."
Mid sip, Chris pulls the glass of water away from his lips in surprise.
"Do you think The Sheildmaidens have held Samantha Hamilton back in Mile High Wrestling?"
"I ain't sayin' that fam nah"
Skrabal answers, shrugging his shoulders.
"I'm jus' sayin' she had to walk her bike backwards to fall in formation and she stay in place ever since."
"But as you say she held her own out there, contributing two eliminations for your team before being eliminated herself by Gabriel Ohio and leaving you handle business on your own."
"Ya done know, standard!"
"And of course that brings us back full circle to where we started off with Jansen Myrrh locking you in the confessional. So... let's take a quick look back now over your time in Mile High Wrestling, starting with your first match which was of course against The Real Dillon Daniels, what can you remember about that match?"
Skrabal pauses for thought as he leans down for another bottle off beer.
"I was offended' fam, yeah I remember lookin' at the shit thinkin' what that's it? That's all they got? Coz there was talk about big meals and they done served me up a snack..."
He twists the lid off his thrid bottle of beer and drops it in the bin besides him.
"But it ain't take long for the banquet to get spread out on an all ya can eat tip, and man like Skrabz been feastin' at the head a the table ever since."
"After that match with Dillon Daniels your careers in Mile High Wrestling took vastly different paths, with his ending on episode twenty nine of Throwdown in a retirement match against Tyler Ransom. A match that was a rather disappointing end Dillon career, wouldn't you say?"
Chris asks sympathetically.
"Nah, that shit be too funny..."
"I mean fuck Tyler Ransom for real but it's jus', shit I ain't nah... fuck Dillon Daniels too innit."
"Okay... Moving on... It didn't take you long after joining the company to state your intentions and your desire to win what was at the time known as The Mile High Championship. Why were you so confident, considering you had only just got your foot in the door of the business, so to speak." "Blad you nah how it went, before Mi' High I was grindin' away right here in this city, up and down the country workin' tiny buildin's for nuttin' but rep and travel money and when I asked for a lil' suttin' more I was told to be grateful for the opportunity... I took a step back and I looked at the ting and I had to ask myself a question... What wa..."
Skrabal trails of as Chris interrupts.
"What was the question..."
Chris says, finishing Skrabal's hypothetical question. Skrabal looks him in the eyes, straigh faced,
"Dont do that again fam..."
Skrabal shakes his head and kisses his teeth.
"What was the question...? The question was, what fuckin' opportunity?... Then I took another step back and looked around some more and I saw nuttin' but a bunch a snakes and fakes, a grinnin' gaggle a happy to be here fans and Stans doin' nuttin' but eatin' shit and askin' for more jus' hopin' to get a head. And I knew there and then ain't a man or woman in this bidness deserve to share a ring wit' man like Skrabz. So I boarded that plane and headed out to Denver back in those twenty eighteen times wit' a chip on my shoulder and a point to prove and ever since then I been firmly on the grind workin' that chip on my shoulder to a sharp point and I been straight up impaled the whole company pon the tip."
"The list of superstars you've faced and defeated during your time in MHW reads like a who's who of professional wrestling. Tell me, who's been your favourite opponent?"
"Not a single one of 'em fam. I be my own favourite innit."
Skrabal answers smugly.
"You must have a favourite match that you've been involved in?"
Chris continues, probing for a real answer.
"Nah fam not really. I mean there be dubs that hit harder than others but s'far as the matches go they all carry the same level a importance to man like Skrabz."
"And do you think it's that mindset, that brash 'fuck you, you can't beat me' attitude that drove you on to defeat the likes of Forge, Candi Bratton, Solomon Cain, Bullet, Samantha Hamilton and Tyke Index?"
"It's prolly helped fam but shit, the attitude a only get you so far and if you can't back it up once the bell rings you gonna hit ya ceiling real fast. Man like Skrabz done proved each and e'ry time that he do what he say and he say what he do and ain't no one here been loud nor proud enough to stop me."
"I mentioned Tyke Index there and I just wanted to say, I saw him informing you of his admiration for your Ultimate Title reign, any thoughts on that?"
"Tyke Index can admire these nuts fam, trust."
Skrabal answers coldly.
"Do you have anything to say regarding Tyke Index returning at Myrrhder She Wrote to take on Snakebite?"
"Nah, fam. Nuttin' at all"
Skrabal tells him nonchalantly as his gaze drifts around the studio.
"Any chance of seeing you in Heart Sweats Creations once Mile High closes it's doors?"
"The fuck do you think?"
Skrabal snaps before shaking his head.
"So what does the future hold in store for you, Skrabz"
"What you mean after Mi' High?"
Skrabal answers candidly.
"Are you saying you'll retire when Mile High closes it's doors?"
"Nah, I mean... Shit who knows fam..."
"Wow, you heard it here first folks, live on the BRW podcast." "Nah they ain't... We done?"
"No, I ju..."
Chris replies with urgency.
"Yeah, we done fam."
Skrabal tells him as he stands up and takes his MHW Ultimate and Phoenix Championship belts from the table.
"Of course, thank you for coming."
Chris says sounding defeated.
"Any time bredda."
Skrabal tells him as he walks out of the studio carrying both of his sparkling MHW gold title belts over his shoulders, and a bottle of beer in his hand.
"You can watch Skrabal defend his MHW Ultimate Championship against Jansen Myrrh, live from the O2 Arena. Only on the SE Network this Sunday, February second... Coming up now, brand new music from UK Hip Hop legend Ramson Badbonez, representing High Focus, this is Sarcophagus."
As Skrabal leaves the studio the video stream fades out to the BRW logo and the song begins to play.
Post by Jansen Myrrh on Feb 1, 2020 17:00:19 GMT -6
Jansen Myrrh - Age 5
“Where’s my birthday girl?”
Dandy Myrrh walked into home with a bag and set it down on the floor as little Jansen runs up to him and he picks her up into a big hug then gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Where’s your championship?”
Dandy laughs, “It’s in my bag.” He sets her down and she immediately goes to the bag to open it and pulls out the title which lays on top. “You’re the best, Uncle Dandy. Always a champion,” she says as she parades the title around trying to keep it on her shoulder, since it’s far too big to go around her waist.
He hadn’t the heart to tell her that he’d actually lost the championship a few months prior and that belt was just a token.
As he walks towards the back of the house to greet Jansen’s parents, Jansen sits on the couch with the championship in her lap and just runs her hands over it. There’s some talking going on in the back and soon Dandy comes back into the living room and takes a seat on the couch. He lifts her up and puts her on his lap as she holds onto the championship.
“I wanna watch the movie!”
Most five year olds want to watch something with a Disney princess but Jansen had her own hero as he reached for the remote control and turned on the TV and VCR. The tape inside rarely left the VCR as he hit the play button as the match came on the screen of him winning the World Championship. She watches it nearly every day and each time it’s like she’s watching it for the first time. As she clutched that belt to her lap, her eyes clutched the action on the screen as she held a bit smile on her face.
When the match is over and her wide eyes take in the referee handing him the championship belt, similar to the one she holds in her lape, she finally looks up to him and says, “I’ll be champion one day with a belt like this.”
He gives her a warm smile, “I bet you will. I bet one day, you will be.”
Jansen Myrrh - Age 8
At eight, Jansen’s parents didn’t allow her to go on the Internet. She had a computer, but it was mostly for school.
So when the news broke of the death of Dandy Myrrh, she wouldn’t have seen it online even though the news went rampant online. She got home from school and set her bag down on the couch and went into the kitchen for a snack, her parents were sitting at the table and they looked worse for wear.
“What’s wrong with you guys?” she asks as she opens the fridge door. “Why are you home from work?”
Finally, her father spoke, “Come sit down. We have something we need to tell you.”
It wasn’t necessarily the words, but the tone that caused a cold shiver to run down her spine as Jansen closed the door to the fridge and walked over and took a seat at the table. Her mother chimed in, “We have some news and it’s not… pleasant news.”
“What are you talking about?” she asks as she looks from one parent to the other.
“It’s your uncle Dandy,” her father says. “There was an accident and…” he pauses as he looks away from his daughter for a moment. Jansen looked at her father than her mother then back to her father and he finally finishes the sentence, “He passed.”
Jansen shakes her head, “What do you mean by that?”
“Your uncle Dandy has died, Jansen,” her mother finally says and it was like being hit with a sledgehammer. Suddenly, Jansen couldn’t breathe.
“You’re lying. You are lying! Why would you like about this?” she looks from one parent to the other as tears well up in her eyes as each phrase is louder than the one before until she is screaming. “Where is he really!?”
It’s her dad who finally speaks up, “It’s true, Jan. Your uncle was driving and he swerved off the road and hit a tree. He died.”
Jansen shot up in her chair, her voice louder than it’s ever been in her life as tears well up in her eyes and threaten to spill down her cheeks as her face turns red with anger. “Why are you saying this to me? Don’t you dare say that again!” she pushes her chair over and stormed out of the room. The sounds of her feet as they ran up the stairs was heard, followed by the slamming of her bedroom door that shook the home. The sounds of inconsolable bawling was heard shortly after.
Her parents would go check on her shortly after, but she wouldn’t open the door. After a few hours of on and off crying, it finally grew quiet behind the door as she had emotionally exhausted herself and fell asleep.
The following day, the family had another conversation in which Jansen apologized for her behavior. A week later, they flew to Idaho to attend the funeral. She saw a strange lady there with four teenagers, maybe even adults, much older than Jansen who were sitting in the front. Jansen had never met them before.
It was a few days later during the reading of the will, where she saw that same family, but Jansen paid them no mind as she really didn’t understand what was going on. There was an older guy reading a letter from her uncle Dandy when she heard him say her name. “Is Jansen Meir here?”
Her attention drawn by the speaking of her name, she slowly raised her hand as everyone turned to look at her. “Me. That’s me.” The older man stood up and picked up a small case and walked towards her and held it out for her.
Jansen looked at it for a moment before finally reaching for it and placing it in her lap. All eyes were on her at this moment and it made her uncomfortable as she tried to shrink against her father who had his arm around her.
The older man went back to his seat and read, “And to my niece, Jansen Meir. I bequeath this Championship belt. I know one day she will earn her own, but until then she should have this as a reminder of her dreams.”
Jansen was surprised as she moved around to the latches on the case and started to open it, but her father placed his hand on hers and gave a small shake of his head, letting her know this wasn’t the time or the place, so she placed her hands back over the case and waited for it all to be finished.
When she arrived home, she carried the case to her room and she set it on her desk. She shook as she ran her hand over the top of the case before she finally unlatched it. The latches snapped open quickly, causing her to jump and her heart to race. Her breath came fast as she slowly opened the top and inside was her uncle’s World Championship belt.
Something caught her attention and she leaned in close and realized it was the smell. She could smell her uncle inside the case. It was odd. She never realized it before that there was a scent that she would forever associate with him, but here it is.
She gently pulled the belt from the case and hugged it to her chest as tears began to spill down her face once again.
Jansen Myrrh - Age 14
That championship belt remained on display in Jansen’s room as a constant reminder of her goals. One day, she would be a wrestler and be a world champion. Every weekend, she would care for it. Clean and polish it. Her uncle would have wanted it that way. Every night when she went to sleep, she would talk to him, looking at that belt as if it were he.
She was in eighth grade. She did sports. Volleyball and basketball. It was all they offered girls. She was decent at both, but by no means outstanding even though she tried hard, but she wasn’t horrible either.
She hadn’t had a boyfriend either, until Todd approached her one day and asked her. He had grabbed her hand and pulled her away from her friends and around the corner where no one was and he asked her. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
It was sudden. And awkward. So, she shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Do you like me?”
“I guess so.”
“So, I’ll be your boyfriend.” Todd was a stellar basketball player. Every girl wanted him to be their boyfriend for sure, but Jansen knew that he could be kind of a jerk too. She’d seen him pick on some of the other students.
“I’ll think about it, okay?”
Apparently that didn’t appease his ego as he shook it head, “What’s there to think about?”
To try and get this over with, she finally answered him, “Fine. I’ll be your girlfriend,” though she had no idea why he was interested in her. He just grinned at her answer and took her hand and from there they walked hand in hand, as everyone looked at them. The girls were giving her mean looks, while the other boys just smirked.
The next few weeks were uneventful. They would walk to school together holding hands. They would eat lunch together and walk home after practice together. He even asked her to the post-basketball season dance. She was starting to feel happy.
She got all dressed up and his parents drove him to pick her up and then dropped them off at the dance. They danced. They had punch. They chatted with their friends.
It was getting later in the evening and Todd took Jansen’s hand and he pulled her out of the gym and into the hallway and then down the hall to a dark room. “What are you doing?” she asked as she reached for the light, but he pulled her hand away.
“C’mon, we’ve been dating for weeks. It’s dance night. No one is around.” Then he kissed her. Not like they had normally been kissing, but rougher. Harder. She could feel him reaching behind her and tugging at the zipper to the back of her dress and she shoved him. Hard.
He staggered back a few steps, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m going back into the dance.”
As she turned to leave, he grabbed her arm hard and what happened next was reactionary for her. She drove her knee right up into his groin. Then she drove her fist right at his face and his nose exploded everywhere as he fell backwards on his ass. She leaned over him, “I told you no. It means fucking no. If you ever come near me again, I’ll do far worse.”
Jansen walked out of the room and down the hall away from the dance and into the girl’s restroom and it was then she realized she was shaking. She looked down at her hand coated with his blood and she turned on the hot water and rinsed it off and then used soap to get clean.
She pulled out several paper towels to dry her hands before tossing them away and she turned around and walked into the nearest stall and closed the door behind her and all of a sudden the dam burst and she started crying.
After a few moments, the door opened and three girls she knew came in. She lifted her feet so she wouldn’t be seen as she also reached for some tissue to wipe her eyes.
“Did you hear what happened to Todd?”
“I saw him leaving with a bloody nose.”
“I heard that Jansen hit him.”
“Oh my god! Are you serious?”
“Punched him right in the face.”
“I guess they’ve broken up then. Good. He was too good for her anyway. She’s not at our level for sure.”
What made her do what she did next, she would have no idea. She set her feet down on the ground and stood up and opened the stall door as all three girls turned to look at her, mouths open as if getting caught. She just stared at them. She walked towards them and they all took a few steps back to let her by and as she got to the door. She turned around, making a fist.
“You’ve got it backwards. You’re not at my level. Just try and fuck with me and you’ll get the same as Todd.” All three girls’ eyes got wide and Jansen took a step towards them and they immediately took a step back.
Jansen smirked, “That’s what I thought.”
Then she turned around and went back to the dance. No one ever messed with her during the rest of her time in high school. Of course, no boy ever asked her out again after that either.
Jansen Myrrh - Age 18
It was a big day. Graduation day. While during her high school times, there were no further incidents such as what happened with Todd, the legend of the broken nose that she gave him seemed to grow each year. In fact, Todd never lived down the fact that Jansen beat his ass and didn’t return to that particular school for his Senior year which only made the legend grow. The last story she heard was that she threatened to beat his ass every day if he ever came back to that school. Needless to say, she was given a wide berth from nearly everyone except her two closest friends who knew the actual story.
Jansen has already packed her car. A graduation gift from her parents and no, it wasn’t new. Many years old, in fact, but it ran and she was told that it was a very reliable car. Her parents wanted her to go to college, but she had put them off at every turn. She knew what she wanted to do and she was going to do it.
She had made all the preparations and been in contact with the school and as soon as she got her diploma, she would say goodbye to her parents and get on the road.
So, as she sat in the sea of bodies waiting to graduate, she looked around at all the faces. Some she knew were going to very well to do schools, some would go to community college or a trade school. She knew a few who had enlisted and would be heading out to boot camp soon. There were plenty who still had no idea what they wanted to do with her life.
Jansen didn’t have that problem. She knew from the very first day she could recall what she wanted to do. It caused everyone to give her a funny look, or question her dream or even tell her flat out she was being stupid.
She didn’t give a fuck.
She heard the name, the cue for her row to stand and everyone got to their feet and shuffled out of the end of the aisle and headed towards the podium. Name after name was read, someone would get onto the stage and the line would move forward until it was her at the steps.
“Jansen Rachel Meir.”
She took each step and walked onto the stage as she heard the clapping from the audience. She grasps the diploma, took the principal’s hand and posed for a picture and then walked off the stage and went back to her seat.
Being an “M” name didn’t help her much. Whether they went alphabetically forwards or back, she was pretty much in the middle so she had to wait while the others did the same as she, her foot tapping nervously on the grass.
It was another forty minutes before the ceremony was over and as she started to throw her cap up in the air, she decided against it and just held it tight as she followed everyone out of the aisle and found her parents.
They each hugged her and told her how proud they were of her. She never told them what happened a few years earlier with Todd. A couple of close friends bounded by and grabbed on to her, telling her they’d see her later and then disappeared.
“So, you’re all packed?” her mom asked.
Jansen nodded. “All packed. I.. I know you aren’t for this, but it’s something I need to do. Thank you for understanding me all these years.”
Her father reached for her hand, “We don’t really understand, but we also know that you have to follow your own dreams now.” Unfortunately, that opinion wouldn’t last as she had a hard falling out with her parents a year later that remains to this day, so much so that they don’t even speak.
They walked her to her car where she slipped out of her graduation robe and placed it and her cap in the back. She gave her parents one last hug before getting into the car. Her father walked around the driver’s side and she rolled down the window and he handed her an envelope. “We love you, Jansen.” She placed it in the passenger seat, “Love you guys, too.” she responded as she started the car. She gave one final wave before driving away from the school.
She had promised to be at Biff Franklin’s wrestling school by Monday.
January 31, 2020
As she entered the Westfield mall in London, she climbed the stairs above the Vogue Cafe logo. She had already tweeted out her appearance and as she appeared behind the glass barricade that overlooked the first floor of the mall, she tapped the cordless microphone she was given.
“First of all, I want to thank all of my followers for coming out today. I know you are all excited to see Jansen Myrrh defeat Skrabz for the Ultimate Championship on Sunday. But, let’s talk about signs. Let’s talk about foreshadowing. Rob Mack has already foreshadowed the outcome of this match by simply naming the event after me. While he publicly supports his so-called champion in interviews and on his stupid podcast, he subconsciously wants Jansen Myrrh to rip that title from Skrabz’ bloody hands. But Skrabz, in his drug induced fantasies believes that he’s going to beat Jansen Myrrh this weekend. That it will just be another day at the office. He doesn’t see that I’ve lured him to his doom. I’ve painted the fake tunnel on the brick wall and he’s going to run right into it like the idiot he is.”
“Let’s go back to 2018. Candi Bratton versus Skrabz. The day he won that title. She was hell bent on getting her rematch which she was about to get when yours truly stepped in and put a stop to that nonsense. If I hadn’t stepped in, Skrabz title reign would have ended just as abruptly as it began.”
“But then the parade of failed challengers to your throne. Shall we list them all? Rub salt into the wounds of those who tried to beat you and failed? I think not. Because they do not matter! They had their chance and they squandered it. Some even twice. Fucking miserable failures. Even those who beat you in non-title matches, failed to beat you when the title was on the line. Was it because they choked? Spoiler, yes, of course. Or was it because you only care about title matches?”
“What was it you have said? Something something fam. Something something blud. Something something innit? Who the fuck cares? You have a way with words, Skrabz. But the real word play here is who are you going to be, Skrabz, when you are no longer the Ultimate Champion? Go ahead, say it. Phoenix Champion. That’s who you’ll be. The 2nd place prize. You’ll be second best. But hold that title proudly, fucker. Because when that bell rings at the end of our match, that is all you’ll be. Second fucking best. I’ll be fighting Reaper or Bullet and you’ll be fighting Chris Mosh or Dillon Daniels or god forbid, Ripley. You’ll no longer be the Man like Skrabz. You’ll be the man who got his ass handed to him by Jansen Myrrh. The respect that used to be on your name will have fallen off. In fact, it has already started.”
“Had a little meet and greet with Candi Bratton a couple weeks ago and guess what she showed me? You know full well. You felt it up close and personal. I clamped on the Confessional and you tapped out like weak little bitch. The first time ever. No one has ever tapped out Skrabz before. How did it feel, blud? Your neck going one way and your arm going another? Feel like I was ripping your pathetic excuse of a body apart from the inside out? What do you have? Mic check? What do you think I’ve been doing the past six weeks? Training at Beach Squires taking mic check after mic check.”
“Wrestling is in my bloodline and I’m this close to bringing the Myrrh name back into the championship spotlight and I’m not going to let a weak-minded, utterly useless, incompetent fool such as yourself stop me from achieving my destiny. As my uncle before me, I am literally groomed to be the Ultimate Champion. I will not let his legacy down. I will not let him down. I will not let myself down and I will not let these fucking fans down!”
Suddenly there’s a shout from the crowd, “Skrabz is going to kick your ass!” A small congregation of Skrabz supporters cheered and chanted, “Skrabz is gonna kill you.”
“You know, Skrabz may very well beat me,” Jansen responded as the majority of the crowd who came to see her jeered that statement. “And I realize where I am and the fact that he may have more support in the O2 than I will. But, by the time the night is through, you doubters will be believers as well. I promise you that.”
The mall erupts in cheers as a “Jansen! Jansen!” chant becomes deafening. Jansen grins as she waits for it to die down somewhat before she continues.
“Skrabz, don’t get me wrong. If you think for one minute I am underestimating you, then you haven’t been paying attention. I’ve trained harder for this match than I have for any other match in my life. Vebbins. Zombie. Bullet. I’ve put everything I have into this one match because I know it’s not going to be easy. I know there’s a chance that you could beat me.”
“Tyke Index wants the world to believe that he laid down for Skrabz, not once but twice. He wants us to believe that nothing you see in MHW is real but an orchestrated television drama for everyone’s amusement. I say this. Tyke Index is full of shit. Tyke Index got beat twice. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he can go fuck himself because I’m going to do what he didn’t have the balls to do. I’m going to beat Skrabz. Then maybe, just maybe, I’ll walk into his little wrestling company, Heart Sweats and beat his ass too. Whatever respect I had for Tyke Index is gone. But back to your boy, Skrabz, make no mistake, you rap peddling turd, I hope the last couple of weeks were a wake up call for you, Skrabz. Jansen Myrrh is knocking on your goddamned door and she’s going to knock it right off the fucking hinges.”
OFF CAMERA - LATER THAT EVENING
Jansen is alone in her hotel room. She is lying on her bed, unable to sleep. She is wired for Sunday. She knows she needs to rest if she’s going to be a hundred percent but something is nagging at her. She reaches over and turns on the light and walks to the closet and slides open the door.
She reaches in and pulls out a case and walks over and sets it on the desk and pops the latches open. As she lifts the lid, the familiar gold is seen. Something she’s looked at every day since she was eight years old.
Reaching down as if she were pulling a baby from a crib, she brings the World Championship out of the case and stares at it for a long moment. She rubs a smudge off of it before gently placing it back into the case.
As she lowers the lid and secures the latches, she whispers, “I got this, Uncle Dandy.” It was then and only then, that she was able to lie down and fall soundly asleep.
The video begins with the shot focused on some cheap laminated wood flooring. We slowly drift across the floor of the smokey room, the sound of high heels on the floor accompanying us, and upon reaching a table leg the shot pulls back and opens up to show the Mile High Wrestling Ultimate and Phoenix Champion, Skrabal Stanzas, sitting on the black leather sofa in his London flat on his own. His two MHW belts are draped over the backrest, hanging down either side of him on a full display. He gestures with his right hand towards the table in front of him and whoever is holding the camera places it down on it's surface. The sound of high heels is once again heard, just a few steps, before Skrabal interrupts.
"Oi take those fuckin' shoes off, they be too noisy for real."
He looks out over the top of the camera, watching his guest take of her shoes for a couple of seconds before pulling the hood of his Toll Gang hoody up slightly to reveal his face. He looks in to the camera and leans forward towards the table in front of him for his bottle of beer and takes a quick drink.
"I can't lie it be real good to be home, I mean shit it been a long time since I slept in my own bed ya nah? All that travellin' from state to state got me feelin' kinda tired, I ain't cut out for that road life. Ain't the only ting I be tired of either. Nah, not by a long shot."
He takes another drink of beer, finishing the bottle. He whistles sharply and looks off to the side, gesturing towards his empty bottle.
“Ya nah the way some a ya talk a give Jim Cornett a stroke... For real ya have him goin' on some ten minute rant 'bout exposin' the bidness but you ask me you only exposin' ya selves for the bitches you be. Who I be talkin' about though?
A female leans in to the fram just slightly, her outstretched arm holding a freshly popped bottle of beer and red glass doob tube. Skrabal takes the doob tube and points to the table, where she places the bottle of beer before leaving the shot.
"Shit if you been payin' attention you already nah the answer. There be a few of 'em innit but I ain't 'bout to say names though coz if I mention they names then they stock rise, yeah it do 'em all good for man like Skrabz to talk that shit on 'em and that's why they all go outta they way to provoke me. I mean check the history blad, go look at it. How many new man come in through the door and first ting outta they mouth be my name?”
He pops the top on the doob tube and sniffs the air that escapes, then tips it ipside down, catching the joint in his right hand.
“It's a lot, for real... So yeah, man ain't 'bout to name ya but if you think I be talkin' 'bout you then I prolly am coz you heard the sayin' innit, if the shoe fits then man like Skrabz a be there to ram it straight up ya backside on a Chinese meat market tip. What that mean though? It mean it a get real raw dawg and no amount a snappin' and yappin' gonna stop it from happenin'.“
He tilts his head arrogantly as he places the joint in his mouth and lights it.
“Yeah, coz the way some a ya talk be straight up embarrassin', I mean for real I ain't nah how you listen back to ya selves with out cringin' but then ya go one step further and actually put that shit out for people to watch, almost like ya proud a ya bitch ways but truth is ya bullshit be tailored for the kinda fans you be. Coz we be the new generation innit, we out here replacin' those ol' timers only prollem wit' that be ninety percent a the people workin' today grew up watchin' those same washed up broke ol' timers givin' interviews to anyone who got some paper money and video camera. Time was when that shit got no respect but now ya all seem to thrive off it and to be real witchu it make me sick. But ya love the drama and bullshit, the subtle nods to the five percent a the people in the seats who give a shit about any a that crap. Shit if that be ya target market it ain't no surprise to me that nobody else buy in to ya... All a that be kinda like the people I be talkin' bout though, irrelevant to the matter at hand. What be the matter at hand though?”
He leans forward for his bottle of beer and lifts it to his mouth, greedily drinking it down, before placing the bottle on the arm of the sofa and taking a few more puffs on his joint.
“Come on fam don't play dumb ya nah what it be... Jansen Myrrh, yeah she been runnin' round for months now shoutin' fuck Skrabz at anyone who a listen to her but if you ask me I'm a tell ya that ain't nuttin' but a Freudian slip from this fraudulent bitch. But she must a gone got it twisted coz I like 'em with some daddy issue not Dandy issues. So I'm a tell ya right now Jansen if that's what ya been wantin' we can make it happen, for real you ain't be my type but that ain't nuttin' my imagination can't fix. Ya needsta understand though that it ain't matter if it's the ring or the bed you gettin' dominated either way, standard!
He laughs loudly and as arrogantly as ever and as his laugh quickly fades out he shakes his head.
“Nah I'm jus' fuckin' witchu, it be what I do. I can't help it. I jus' look down pon these neeks wit they schemes and I can't help but laugh at 'em. On the level though I nah that ain't what ya want, ya want this pretty shit I been carryin' round since July twenty eighteen and I can't blame ya coz I want it too.”
He reaches his left hand over his right shoulder and takes his Mile High Wrestling Ultimate Championship belt from it's place draped over the backrest and hold it out towards the camera.
“I mean look at it, all shiny and shit. It look so good."
He folds the belt and places it on the sofa next to him, it's MHW logo and the words "Ultimate Champion" on full display.
"I ain't get sick a seein' it yet and I had a long time to look at it. So long... Some of ya sayin' too long and you might be right but it ain't my fault blad. Some of ya wanna blame the bossman but it ain't his fault neither, nah. Who's fault is it then? I'm a tell ya, one time, on the level.... Man like Skrabz bein' champ for this long be Solomon Cain's fault. It be Bullet's fault. It be Tyke's fault too. Shit add in Samantha Hamilton, Bandit, Azzy and Chris Mosh as well coz it be all a they fault. Each and e'ry one a them had an opportunity or two to take the shit off a me and ain't a single one been able to do it. You wanna nah who's fault it be? It be your fault, e'ry single one of ya. Coz you all talk, no action.”
He pauses and takes a few slow, deep draws on his joint, exhaling smoke in a cloud that briefly conceals the cameras view.
“Ya nah if f I was anyone else, if I was one a you failures out there I'd be shoutin' fuck Skrabz too, I can't lie. But I ain't anybody else is it? Nah, I be man like Skrabz... E'ry day, from the skin to the bone marrow fam the shit runs deep.... So for all I care each and e'ry one of em can join Jansen in shoutin' fuck Skrabz coz I been screamin' fuck all of 'em since I walked on through the door and I'm a stay screamin' it till those doors close in jus' over a couple a weeks time. And for real it ain't an act, ain't nobody feedin' me scripts blad nah, I hate you wrestlers and that's facts. I ain't like you, as in we not the same and I can't stand to be around you either.”
He looks in to the camera, his expression deadpan and his eyes unmoving for a few seconds. He breaks his stare on the camera as he leans forward for his bottle of beer.
“But for real if you gonna say fuck Skrabz then put some bass in it, stop the mealy mouth bullshit and say it like ya mean it. Speak from ya soul fam not ya chest. But not many of 'em do that, Jansen do it though I gotta give her credit coz she been lettin' me nah personally but the rest of 'em on that pussy shit. Yeah it's all tweets and no at's but I see them still, it's hidden in the dee ems, it's all backstage whispers in they lil' clique corners.”
He pauses for a second, shaking his head slightly.
“Coz my name said wit' baited breath like 'There go Mister Stay The Best' This tailor made machismo cut you quicker than a Razor's Edge”
He takes a quick drink of beer.
“Yeah, ya done know! S'got all a you bleedin' out, ya get me? Nah prolly not. But Those scars a never fade fam, trust... I can hear ya all now, oh there go Skrabz runnin' his mouth again. Yeah, you too right. But I done backed it up suttin' like eighty six percent a the time, to be witchu real I lost track, nah I ain't ever keep track in the first place and plus I ain't never been too good wit' percentages anyway. I mean shit, I only learned fractions coz a weed. But the dubs stay comin' and the percentage stay risin' wit' e'ry so called challenge the bossman throw my way... I'm a offend those ol' heads right now but on the real if you ask me Tupac overrated coz he died early but he was right about one ting, ain't no changes fam.”
He finishes his beer and leans forward, placing the bottle on the table
“Oh but the saviour comin' innit, the wanna be Wiccan now be walkin' round like she the second coming addressin' her congregation' outside all the way out here in man's city when she should a been back State side doin' some a that trainin' she been talkin' bout. But nah, she flew half way 'round the world on some misguided mission and as a result she done embarrassed herself back there in that tag ting in the ring where it matters most. Coz while you out there flirtin' wit' the public you failin' to get the job done between those ropes and ya should a learned from ya boy Cain that havin' the people in those seats on ya side ain't make a dif'rence... Coz he tried that same shit too and ya remember how it went right?... Soothsayer?... True playa?... Drop wannabe heroes like the Blue Blazer?...”
He pauses with his eyes again locked on the camera, that same old smug expression on his face, as he puffs on his joint some more.
“I hope ya noticed, coz I be so dope that I quote my own shit and I'm sure that drive ya all up the wall like e'ry other ting I done and do but fact is it got a meanin'. That meanin' be this, ya can beg and plead wit' those people in the seats as much as ya want, you can tell 'em you be they saviour or they knight in shinin' armour or any other ting ya wanna be and they might lift you up to ceilin' but once that bell ring you a plummet straight back down to earth. Yeah it's disrespectful innit, but man like Skrabz be suttin' like a donor card only he ain't wait for natural causes, nah! I'm take ya life you owe an heart... Yeah, the disrespect gets worse but like I done said it's been fuck 'em all from the beginin'”
He pauses and takes another couple of puffs on his joint.
“I gotta ask you though fam, really I does. What the fuck happened to ya? Where that Jansen go that took out Candi Bratton? I ain't seen her in a hot minute, nah she cooled off long ago and if ya ask me this shot ain't for you. It ain't for nobody but it gotta be somebody and some a say there be others here more desrvin' a the honour, shit they might even say there be one or two in Coven that be more deservin' and ya nah it's true, that's why ya pulled 'em in close and kept 'em in line, on some keep ya friends close, keep the competition closer nonsense. And they ain't see it? Shit I guess they deserve what they got then.”
He takes a final toke on his and drops the roach into the empty beer bottle.
“If ya ask me biggest mistake ya made was ditchin' Paul Banter, yeah his weight kept ya feet on the floor but since he been gone ya head filled wit' hot air and it got ya floatin' in the clouds, above ya station higher than you ever been and somehow ya done got 'em convinced you reached my height, or maybe not. Maybe ya jus' been beggin' and pleadin' wit' the bossman for so long that he done got sick a keepin' you safe, figured he'd give ya what ya want if it a shut you up and believe me it will blad, I silenced 'em all one way or another and the ting I learned along the way is the louder they are the softer they come and the bigger the tantrum they throw once they been dealt wit', and you been about the loudest of 'em all. What ya been sayin' though? Same shit they all said, jus' a lil' louder. Ya say man like Skrabz an unworthy champion or suttin', talkin' about my borin'… hideous… lackadaisical… uneventful title reign... them be your words fam, verbatim, from back there in Chicago... I ain' talk like that. Coz It ain't a title it's a strap, it ain't a reign it's a monsoon and it jus' about drowned e'rybody who got caught up in it."
He whistles again and seconds later a slender arm leans in to the shot and places a fresh bottle of beer on the table and then hands a lit joint to him.
"But on the real all this pretence jus' expose you all. Coz all I heard from day one is man like Skrabz this and man like Skrabz that, nuttin' but excuses. All this shit about me bein' the bossmans boy... nonsense and foolishness. Ya should be ashamed a yaselves for real, coz what ya should a done is rise to challenge, any of ya, but none a ya did. I been here since May twenty eighteen showin' you exactly how it's done, the bossman points 'em out and I take 'em down.”"
He pauses for a second, shaking his head slightly.
“Coz it's big Skrabz see me lie back and live the dream My steps lit the path like Mic Jack in Billy Jean”
He leans forward and takes the fresh bottle of beer from the table.
“But ain't nobody follow it, nah, ya look for shortcuts to the top like dykes at barbers and it get ya nowhere but right back where ya started, goin' round in circles chasin' ya tail like the small pups you be and that's why ain't any of ya hang wit' this alpha wolf. But Jansen got a pack wit' her only she say she ain't need 'em. I'm a tell ya right now it's good job ya don't coz I already showed ya you can't rely on 'em back there in Lafayette.”
He takes a good long drink from the bottle.
"But for real I be kinda confused, coz you built ya hype on being the hero, on bein' the savoir but now we see those doubts comin' in,we see the real Jansen. You ask me and I'm a tell ya that leakin' that Ridin' Shotgun shit a poor look, and ya did it yaself too. Fam you played yaself, coz you been tellin' 'em for months you the one but wit' just week or so to go till ya big opportunity you turn 'round tell 'em you ain't a hero... them was your words fam, said right there in front a the camera... I ain't a hero. So what all this nonsense and foolishness been about? All that gas ya been chattin about bein' exactly that... I mean for fucks sake blud you called yourself the saviour, ain't nobody else say the shit, ain't nobody else believe the shit either and now we see you ain't even believe it yaself. So let me tell ya how I know it's gonna go down, let me tell ya how you know it's gonna go down too. We gonna walk out in to that arena, ya can have ya lil' special entrance with ya lil' live music performance coz that gonna be all you get.That's ya moment. It's all I'm a let ya have. So before that bell ring I suggest ya beg and plead for an extended set wit' an encore, coz you gonna wanna drag it out as long as ya can. Coz when the music stops and the bell rings there's only two things gonna happen... I'm a catch the dub and raise the strap."
He takes another long drink from the bottle, finishing his beer, then places the empty bottle on the table and locks his gaze on the camera.
"And you nah can't stop me."
He keeps his eyes locked on the camera as he takes a long, deep draw on his joint. He exhales a cloud of smoke that fills the screen and as the smoke quickly clears we see Skrabal still looking intently in to the camera ad the video ends.
"Ain't never been anybody here that could."
He places the joint back in his mouth, maintaining eye contact with the camera as the video ends.
Deleted: Hey I read the rules and all that but is maybe someone up to guide me a bit throughout the start of my adventure here? much appriciated
Nov 18, 2019 16:44:14 GMT -6
Bruiser: We have two shows every other week in Ammo and ThrowDown as well as PPV's. The championship system works through a win/loss percentage and you have to have at least 5 matches to go for a title and 10 to go for the top title.
Nov 18, 2019 17:07:22 GMT -6
Bruiser: If there's anything else you need to know, contact Admin
Nov 18, 2019 17:07:52 GMT -6
Admin: I sent you a message
Nov 18, 2019 21:46:04 GMT -6
theefedpodcast: I was bored at work, reading through some fed news, Clicked on the latest Mile High Wrestling Show.... and saw an ad for MY PODCAST!? I LOVE YOU PEOPLE!
Nov 19, 2019 11:17:42 GMT -6
Admin: 💪💯💯 We love the podcast, brudda.
Nov 19, 2019 11:27:00 GMT -6
Nov 26, 2019 15:32:31 GMT -6
Deleted: If I have a secondary character that isn't really going to compete often shall I put them with my main or create a separate profile?
Nov 26, 2019 15:33:18 GMT -6
Jansen Myrrh: If they are going to accompany you to the ring, you can write them in as a manager. If not, you don't really need to list them.
Nov 26, 2019 15:47:03 GMT -6
Deleted: okay. thanks.
Nov 26, 2019 15:56:41 GMT -6
Deleted: Big fan of the results. I've started reading from the first posted show and plan on finishing them all by the weekend. This is some damn good shit.
Dec 23, 2019 10:09:28 GMT -6
Admin: Appreciate that 💪💯💯
Dec 23, 2019 10:45:55 GMT -6
Deleted: Props to the writing crew. These results are blowing me away. Great action, awesome promos, this is the kind of fed everyone should join. #KEGApproved (not like that means anything)
Dec 23, 2019 15:19:50 GMT -6
Deleted: Congrats to the MHW 2019 Award Winners!
Dec 30, 2019 11:17:47 GMT -6
Deleted: HAPPY NEW YEAR, AMIGOS!
Jan 2, 2020 11:29:05 GMT -6
Admin: Happy New Year, brudda 💪💯💯
Jan 2, 2020 11:31:08 GMT -6
theefedpodcast: Hey guys! Stevie and I are excited to play the game with everyone here!
Jan 9, 2020 7:12:24 GMT -6
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: My Twitter is locked for some reason. So if I'm not active, that's why.
Jan 13, 2020 12:50:08 GMT -6