Location: Fifth Third Arena, Cincinnati, Ohio
Date: January 19th, 2020
LIVE on The SE Network
“Come on, Jansen. Let him go!”
“Jansen, let him go!”
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.
"Fuck off!"
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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
Time:1AM
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.
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Skrabal finishes downs his beer and places the bottle in the bin.
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Chris places his glass of water down on the table in front of him.
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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.
""It?..."
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"
Skrabal laughs.
"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.
"That decision?..."
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..."
Skrabal laughs.
"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?"
"Yeah..."
"Nuttin'..."
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.
