Location: Skrabal's Motel Room, Denver, Colorado
Date: February 10th 2020
Time: 2.10AM
The scene opens to a shot of Skrabal sitting with his hood covered head down and propped up on his right right hand, which also clasps a lit joint between it's fingers. A steady stream of smoke twirls and swirls through the air, drifting ever further away from it's amber glowing source. In one swift but casual movement Skrabal slides the hood from his head and leans back slightly in his chair, lifting his gaze to meet the cameras lens. With his eyes locked on the camera he takes a slow pull on his joint. With his change in position allowing for a wider shot his MHW Ultimate and Phoenix titles are now visible perched on the sofas backrest behind him.
“This is it then fam, maybe....”
He shakes his head somewhat solemnly and takes another deep draw on his joint.
“Coz while the rest a you no doubt move on to pastures new like the sheep you be, walkin' where ever the grass a feed ya just lookin' for ya moment to break from the flock man like Skrabz be outie after episode thirty. Yeah I be goin' back to yard for a minute or two at least coz I came in for jus' two reasons, to pack the strap and prove a point. You all nah full well I done kept the strap packed like a bug out bag and if you ask me I'm a tell ya I proved e'ryting I had to prove and then some. From day dot I had my eyes set for the top and I ain't glanced down for a second yet and I was all set to keep on risin' too, but the bossman said nah that's it, we done now pack it up...
He leans down the side of the sofa and picks up a bottle of beer.
"Take ya balls it be time to go home."
He shakes his head, a look of disgust flashes over his face as he twist the top from the bottle.
"Like we a bunch a Tykes out here."
He throws the bottle top across the room and makes eye contact with the camera again.
“Fam I was jus' at home ya nah..."
He takes a long drink from the bottle before continuing.
"But you saw that innit, yeah. They all did. Sat in the back wit' they eyes fixed to the screens gettin' they hopes shattered again coz more than a few back there really thought they were 'bout to see Jansen walk out wit' the gold, fam I'm only speakin' frank an' sense when I tell ya she ain't stand a chance in the first place. So all they saw was this wise man carry Myrrh to his birthplace, ya get me?... Coz it was live from my city, out there in London the home a man like Skrabz, up there in that Oh Two arena live on Ricky Stanton's ungrateful piece a shit network where the big strap packer did what he known to do. Walked right on down to that ring and shut the mouth a Mi' Highs self appointed Saviour and crushed her dreams in the process. That's her life's work shit on fam and the bossman a tell ya she the hardest worker here so ya done know that's a big ol' pile a shit I dropped on top it."
He takes another long drink from the bottle, finishing his beer.
"Hardest worker here... Well that's all fine and Dandy fam, I guess before she cry herself to sleep at night she can look up to the sky and tell her uncle she tried, tell him she worked real hard and it weren't enough."
He drops the empty beer bottle on the floor and relights his joint, inhaling it's potent smoke deep in to his lungs.
"Speakin' a weren't enough, sup Bullet?"
He smiles smugly then takes few shallow, rapid tokes on his joint before continuing.
"Where you been blad, I missed you ya nah."
His smug smiles returns then quickly breaks in to arrogant laughter. He takes a final toke on his joint then stubs it out in an ash tray out of shot.
"It's been too long since I seen you innit. I mean I seen you around down there, I been peepin' down atchu but you ain't been seen close to my altitude since Rise Again, yeah I nah you remember that innit so I ain't need to remind ya. If anyone had asked me back then I'd a told 'em me and you a prolly be seein' each other again pretty soon, coz despite all ya poutin' and posin' leadin' in to the ting and despite ya snakey nature when that bell rang back there in the Magness Arena, the same arena we be steppin' in to on episode thirty... Shit when it was time to go you came out swingin' for real, no hippie vibe, you swelled my head up wit' that Dios Un Ebola whatever the fuck, that elbow a yours, and shit I still got the scar to prove it. But when the bell rang to end the match it was man like Skrabz walkin' out wit' the strap and you got shook and fell off, suttin' like a lepers hand, ya feel me?”
He pauses and leans down the side of the sofa for another bottle of beer. Before continuing he reaches over his left shoulder and takes hold of his Phoenix title then places it in his lap, it's bright Phoenix logo and the word CHAMPION prominently displayed.
"Yeah your bike stay stallin' since too... Don't get it twisted fam you get it revvin' occasionally but e'ry time you get up to cruisin' speed that engine start coughin' and splutterin,' coz ya tank empty. You run outta gas back in July and been runnin' on fumes ever since. Let me put it in facts for ya though, on a in ring vibe innit coz despite my opinion of ya your name held a lil' weight here in Mi High, once upon a time anyway, yeah you had a buzz the rest of 'em a fiend for till I silenced it and then it was all down hill for ya, you ain't been the same since...“
He twists the top from the bottle and again throws it across the room before taking a long drink.
“Could say I left Bullet bent outta shape like Kevlar vest, ya get me?”
He takes another long drink and finishes his second beer.
“I mean check the ting, first Tyke gotchu in a match wit' this pretty lil ting on the line..."
He pauses and glances down a his Phoenix Title sitting in his lap.
"That was back on episode twenty... How the fuck that happen anyway, I mean how you go from losin' one title match right on in to another one?"
"And they say I be the chosen one..."
He shakes his head and kisses his teeth then drops the empty bottle on the floor.
"And how you let Tyke beat you again too? Wit' the way his fragile nature been on display lately that shit must make ya feel real embarrassed. I mean lemme ask ya suttin' blad, when ya lay ya greasy biker hair on ya pillow at night does it keep you awake thinkin' 'bout how the so called King a Coke Mountain, Mister Cry For Two Months Straight, got the better of ya one on one on two separate occasions?..."
He laughs arrogantly and shakes his head.
"And that weren't all, nex' show you and those Tag Champs, Titaness and Bandit, your wackness musta rubbed off on 'em coz the three of ya came up short against the biggest jokes wit'out a punchline I ever seen in Terry Marshall and Spacelord. It was that War Queen who done caught the dub on ya gyal Jackie Layton while you jus' stood there pon the apron and watched it happen. Ain't you s'posed to be they leader or suttin'?... A while after that you started opening the throttle a lil', overtook both Solomon Cain and continued ya momentum against Emily Falls... shit you even kinda, sorta, maybe clawed back a lil' shred a dignity by catchin' a dub over Tyke in a tag match. I mean Zombie did the work butchu were there right? So it kinda counts... And I was lookin' down atchu wit' growin' interest by this point I won't lie, I thought shit this gyal clawin' her way back up one way or another and then you had it fam, ya golden opportunity. The Rise Of The Phoenix tournament, winner gets a shot at any title they want... And the ting came your way at jus' the right time for ya to capitalise on ya momentum but ya engine coughed and spluttered and ya ran outta steam before ya even got goin', got washed and rinsed out by that War Queen and kissed goodbye to any chance you had at ever gettin' another shot at the big strap, or so it seemed anyway, coz nex' time out it was you and Jansen Myrrh, the number one contender to man like Skrabz Ultimate Title..."
He leans forward and retrieves pre-rolled joint from an unseen surface in front of him.
"And by this point I'm gettin' suspicious bredrin', I'm thinkin' blad this gyal jus' keeps gettin' shit handed to her, coz if you'd beat Jansen ya really could a made a statement, shit you prolly would a had a argument to make that Myrrder She Wrote main event a triple threat match... But you ain't do that, nah. You stall out again, there be a pattern to it if they payin' attention. But jus' when I'm thinkin' you truly done they tell me you shocked the world when ya knocked Dana Ellis out in a second flat, proved the Woke Warrior's hype worth 'bout as lil' as her movement was. Then you kept it pushin' passed Azzy too, went and got yaself gifted another opportunity, you against Reaper wit' a shot at the big strap on the line. There was a lil' buzz about ya still but man like Skrabz and anyone else wit a workin' brain already knew how the shit was gonna end, coz like man already said there be a pattern to it. But then I heard a lil' suttin' that made me wonder... Reaper's lawyer puppet lettin' the world nah that Reaper's heart weren't in it, like he gone soft or suttin'..."
He places the unlit joint in his mouth and speaks, the joint bobbing up and down with each word uttered.
“Butchu still you couldn't do it could do you fam? Nah, the pressure too much, ya engine got too lil' left to give... Fam I has to ask you innit, how the fuck your name Bullet yet you stay missin' targets on the regs?"
He lights the joint and closes his eyes as he takes a deep toke. He exhales a greyish white cloud as his eyes snap open.
"But what happen nex' though?... It's like none a that shit matter coz the bossman jus' give you another title match, Bullet against man like Skrabz, Phoenix strap up for grabs... Just like that."
He shakes his head, his expression a mixture of disgust and anger as he caresses his Phoenix title.
"But don't get it twisted this time Bullet coz you ain't do shit to earn it so this match ain't nuttin' but ya reward for time served. It's one last big pay day before the doors close. Not the biggest one but shit it still be bigger than ya deserve coz you had opportunity after opportunity handed your way ever since Mi' High opened it's doors to ya and yet here we be wit' jus' days left to go and you still empty handed, got nuttin' to show for all that faith the bossman done put in you. Plus all these opportunities he stay passin' your way got me wonderin' if faith be the only ting the bossman been puttin' in you all this time, ya get me?"
He pauses and takes several rapid tokes on his joint.
“Oh but they say you be the best Phoenix Champion Mi' High ever had...”
He pauses again and this time takes a long, deep toke, right to the depths of his lungs.
“Shit they may be right too... But I be the only champ Mi' High ever had that mattered so it must really piss you off to see me carryin' the Phoenix ting around like it ain't matter, coz I nah it matter you Bullet. I mean you and Sam went to war over it way back when, first pay per view, ladder match ting yeah I nah ya remember it. So ya prolly been askin' yaself how I had the ting this long and only done defended it one time. Well you ain't alone fam I been askin' the same ting myself. Don't blame me for it though blad blame the bossman, or shit blame Tyke fam coz he had it before me. I jus' turned up and did what I do bredrin, I can't help it if gold be attracted to me... The fuck was I s'posed to do anyway, jus' give it back or suttin'?”
He looks in to the camera sarcastically, his head turned slight to the side as if listening for an answer. After a few seconds he cups his right ear with his right hand.
“Ya nah i think I can hear Ricky Stanton's shoutin' yes on a Daniel Bryan vibe, or shit maybe it's a lil more like When Harry Met Sally 'cept ain't nobody want what she's havin', ya get me?.”
He laughs and moves his hand from his ear to his mouth, placing the joint between his lips again and inhaling deeply once more.
“For real though I'm jus' glad my left shoulder had suttin' to hold all this time, balanced tings out a lil ya nah? Coz after havin' the big strap on my right shoulder for so long man was startin' to walk with a limp.”
He looks in to the camera, his face a picture of arrogance as he puffs on his joint.
“Nah I'm jus' fuckin' witchu innit, kinda. Coz on the level only tings I ever cared about been the dub and the straps and that's why I stay steady getting' 'em. But for real I prolly could a defended the Phoenix ting more often, I can't lie... But what if I did? I mean ain't nobody caught a dub on me since I had it anyway and that ain't 'bout to change.”
He shakes his head as he silently and arrogantly mouths the word "Nah".
“Coz this ain't the part where Bullet opens up that throttle one final time, this ain't the part where her engine roars back to life for one last sprint to the finish. Nah! Bun that right off!... This the part where her engine stutters and splutters to a stop, this the part where man like Skrabz reaches over and snatches those keys outta the ignition and slaps her right in the face wit' 'em and if ya wanna know why it's coz I ain't Reaper fam, my heart in this from the start till the end and since the big masked muppet gotta a soft spot for her I hope he right there in the back watchin' coz before I pin her for that three count I'm a pick her right back up and hit her wit' one more Mic Check jus' for him.”
He places the joint in his mouth and leans down the side of the sofa for another bottle of beer. Sitting back up he takes a deep toke on his joint then removes it from his mouth as he exhales a cloud of smoke.
“Truth say I'm a walk back in to that Magness arena for the last time, dodge Bullet and catch that penultimate dub then raise the Phoenix strap to the sky.”
He twists the lid from the bottle and drops it on the floor.
“And after that there be jus' one more lil' prollem to deal wit'.”
He lifts the bottle to his mouth and drinks as the video ends.