Thursday, June 3, 2021 11:20 PM Robert Mack's Living Room Denver, Colorado
"The unfortunate thing about it is that there is no turning back now."
A black screen slowly becomes an image of Robert Mack sitting on a sofa hunched forward, looking down with his elbows rested on his upper legs.
"I put myself here and I have to face the consequences innit?"
He slowly looks up with a smirk on his face, mocking his opponent for the next episode of MHW ThrowDown.
"And now that you're here, I understand. Your name was the one name in everyone's mouth. We heard other superstars mentioned, but your name was the one name in everybody's mouth."
Robert slowly nods, knowing what he is saying is reality.
"Every wrestler backstage. Every fan all around the world."
He looks around, above, and side to side with a snarl on his face.
He says it slowly, now looking directly into the camera.
"But now... it's the principle."
Robert sits up and gently shrugs his shoulders.
"I said I didn't want you back. But my wife didn't listen to me. My wife went into business for herself."
He looks off to the right a little, not looking pleased with his wife's decisions. Then he snaps his head back, eyes locked on the camera, before looking completely disgusted.
"And the other thing that bothers me about it.... is why in the fuck did you come back anyways?"
Robert looks confused.
"You knew I didn't want you back. Yet you signed a contract anyways? The fuck is wrong witchu?"
He shakes his head still looking very disgusted in his biggest star.
"It's the principle, Skrabz."
Robert drops his head, losing eye contact with the camera.
"I am intelligent enough to know that having you here is the right business choice. You make everyone money. You get people talking. You stand above them all. And you do all that better than anyone else."
Robert runs his fingers through his hair, head still down, maybe looking a little stressed.
"But it's the principle..."
He looks back up directly into the camera, before looking off to the right again, thinking.
"I said you weren't coming back, but you came back anyways."
He shakes his head, still looking off to the right. A few second pause takes place before he looks back into the camera, noticeably frustrated.
"You know who bothers me more than you?"
He raises an eyebrow, giving the viewer a chance to guess.
"Everyone else in the MHW locker room."
Robert points off into the distance off to the side.
"I put a million dollars on your head, Skrabz. A million. A real million! Not some Chris Mosh stack of twenties."
Another look of disgust.
Robert bites his bottom lip, frustrated.
"And not one person stepped forward. Not even an attack from behind after your first match back."
He shakes his head.
He drops his head.
"But man.... was everyone talking about how they would whoop your ass if you were here, when you weren't here."
Robert let's out a soft ha, slowly bringing his eyes back up.
"But once Splat! streamed you signing that MHW contract? Ah man, shit got awkward."
Another soft ha.
"The locker room went from "I'd kick Skrabz ass" to "naw fam" quicker than an episode of 'Skraby Doo! Where Are You?'"
A smirk forms on the boss man's face.
"There I was with a million dollars to give out to anyone who took you out, and on God not one person hit me up."
Robert shrugs his shoulders, disappointed in his roster of superstars.
"Back in my day, when I was wrestling in that ring, even long before those days I was battling Lance Mikes for the HcW Championship, back when Tyke Index was normal... we weren't like the chicken shits in that locker room today."
He shakes his head slowly.
"These days, I get on EFedder and see Azurine Vebbins asking about the AMMO Championship. Azurine Vebbins; one of only two superstars to beat you one on one, and she's asking about the AMMO Championship."
Robert breaks eye contact, looking confused.
"Azurine Vebbins; a potentially top notch superstar who main evented the first ThrowDown back, who had the chance to be in the Ultimate Championship Match at Rise. For fuck sakes, the Mile High Club voted for her to win that belt!"
Robert's frustration grows.
"Yeah, that Azurine Vebbins. She's on EFedder asking about the AMMO Championship while the Mile High Club believes she should be Ultimate Champion."
Robert drops his head again, hunching back over, elbows on his upper legs.
"That's the wrestling locker room today though."
He pauses staying in the same position.
He shakes his head once more.
"That's why no one stepped up for a million dollars. Because they want to take the easiest route they can take. They fear a real challenge. Before you came, they claimed they could beat you. But once you showed up they kept their distance like you had the coronavirus."
Elbows still on his upper legs, he lifts his head looking up at the camera.
"They call out commentators. They want to fight commentators."
A look of disgust is back on his face, as he gently shakes his head.
"Almost every challenger that stepped up to you when you had that belt had a chance to take it from you."
Robert's eyes seem to say he means what he says.
"But when it was showtime? They fumbled. Then they'd get on Twitter and whine, complain, and make excuses."
Robert closes his eyes, looking sick.
"Because that's the wrestling locker room today."
Eyes still closed, Robert breathes in slowly and let's out a deep breath. Then he opens his eyes, as if he realizes something.
"And I guess that's why you never hung out with everyone else. I guess that's why you never played around on Twitter all day. I guess that's why you.... stayed on top and made it look so easy."
Robert smirks and shakes his head.
"Because you aren't a part of that wrestling locker room."
He shrugs looking away for a moment, before fixing his eyes back on the camera.
"So how can I admit that, but want to beat the shit out of you? How can I admit that, but still want you to just leave?"
Robert shrugs, curious with the viewer.
"Because it's the principle."
Another smirk forms on Robert Mack's face.
"I'm not an idiot. I remember all the things I said about you before. I remember how I was always the one standing up for you when everyone else was whining about you always standing tall at the end of every match."
Another shrug from Robert Mack.
"I never even needed to stand up for you. Your belts, your wins, all that spoke for itself. But I stood up for you anyways. I was your biggest fan."
Robert slightly rolls his eyes.
"So I can imagine how much of hypocrite I look like now. I can understand why people think this shit is all way too fishy."
Robert throws his arms up slightly like he doesn't know.
"I get it."
Robert puts his head back down for a moment, before bringing it right back up.
"I still think highly of you. I can't go out there and start saying you suck. I can't say you dont deserve to be in a wrestling ring. And shit, after your match at Rise, I damn sure can't say you no longer have it, or that you're washed up."
He shakes his head.
"So why? Why did I want someone to take you out? Why am I fighting you at Episode Thirty-Three?"
Robert waits for an answer that he's not going to get from anyone else, as he sits in the room alone with his camera.
A slow smirk forms on Robert Mack's face.
"...it's the principle."
Robert just stares deep into the camera, almost as if he zones out for a moment.
"I didn't want to say anything before the match at Rise because I didn't want to kill any chance of her taking you out. But the reality of it is that I lost faith in Eavan Maloney the minute she said she didn't have to beat you."
He shakes his head.
"The same girl I watched lead the rest of the MHW roster into Episode 31, that lit the main event of that night on fire, had folded before she even stepped into the ring with you."
He drops his head again.
"The same girl who was the first to call you out when you weren't around changed her tune as soon as "Skrabz vs Eavan Maloney" hit the internet."
He slowly brings his head up.
"I was let down."
A snarl forms on his face.
"No one else was stepping up, and it almost seemed like no one was promising enough anyways."
Robert slowly looks around.
"At this point, the only person I have any faith in is the woman who is holding your belt."
Robert thinks about something for a second, then nods his head and looks back into the camera.
"But the problem with that is..."
A slight shrug.
"...Katrina may have let you sign that MHW contract, but I'm still the boss."
He looks serious.
"And you will never get that belt back, Skrabal."
He gently shakes his head, staying serious.
"That's why you're facing me instead of fighting in that Battle Royal."
He nods gently.
"And what's Skrabal Stanzas without the MHW Ultimate Championship?"
He waits for the viewer to answer again.
He says it real slow, so it's understood.
"You can stay, Skrabz. I'll book you every other week. I'll even watch you win every other week."
"But then what?"
"What will it all matter if you never get that Championship back?"
He waits again.
"It won't matter..."
And another snarl covers his face, his jaw tightening.
"The legend of Skrabz will fade to black."
Robert slowly closes his eyes.
"But why Skrabz? Why would I do that?"
Robert slowly opens his eyes back up, looking deep into the camera.
Robert stands up slowly. He reaches out and moves the camera up to his face, smirking.
Sunday, May 30, 2021 Magness Arena Denver, Colorado
The fans are booing at the slow count from Robert Mack. Skrabz gets up and grabs Robert Mack by the collar, lifting him up and questioning his authority. Some cheers are leaking out of the Mile High Club.Robert Mack is threatening to disqualify Skrabz if he doesn't let him go. Skrabz pushes Robert away, letting go, as Mack lands on his ass, looking mad.
Skrabz turns around into Eavan flying at him off a springboard move, but catches her right into a picture perfect Mic Check!!!
Skrabz gives Robert Mack a dirty look and then pins his opponent again. Robert looks frustrated and takes a moment to even start the pinfall count.
Skrabz yells at Mack, who is hesitating the three.
Dillon Daniels: That's right! Do your fucking job, Robert!
The Toll Gang remix of Datkid's "Honey I'm Home" begins playing throughout the arena.
Dillon Daniels: Skrabz is back, and I don't believe he had any ring rust tonight, folks. No offense to Eavan Maloney, but I do believe if we had a fair referee, that match wouldn't even have lasted as long as it did.
Skrabz stands up and smirks, looking around the Magness Arena.
Kimberly Brooks: And the winner of this match... Skrabz!!!
Skrabz turns around and drops Robert Mack with a Mic Check!!!
Dillon Daniels: I don't care if that's my boss, that's what he gets!!! Hell yeah!!!
The music has stopped and Skrabz is standing, looking down at his boss, gritting his teeth.
Dillon Daniels: Even with an explanation, I just don't understand why Robert Mack is against Skrabz so hard. It just doesn't make sense. Hate him or love him, this guy makes MHW the most money. As the owner of this company, you should want this man around for sure.
There's a mixed reaction from the crowd again. It's like they want to cheer Robert getting what he deserved, but at the same time they want to keep hating Skrabz. Skrabz flips his boss off with a cold stare, before his music comes back on and he looks around the arena once more.
Dillon Daniels: When will Skrabz get his rightful chance at the MHW Ultimate Championship? It seems like Robert Mack isn't going to put him back in that picture. And after this....?
Skrabz exits the ring and walks up the ramp, a smirk back on his face.
The crowd remained split in their reaction as Skrabz made his way to the back. Some fans leaned over the railing, extending their arms out hoping for a fist bump or a high five, others flipped Skrabz off as he walked by. A few called his name, desperate for him to notice them while others expressed opinions in line with Robert Mack's, telling Skrabz in no uncertain terms that they didn't want him back either.
Skrabz glanced around as he walked passed them and it didn't matter if they were for or against him, he looked at them all the same. With contempt.
He walked through the curtain into the backstage area and grabbed a bottle of water from a nearby table. As he twisted the top of off he was quickly approached by former MHW wrestler and current interviewer Abi Rose.
"Skrabz, congratulations on your win. How does it feel to be back?"
"It's comfy fam."
"What do you think of Robert Mack's officiating during your match with Eavan Maloney?"
"That shit be embarrassin', for real."
"And what are you plans going forward during the third season of Mile High Wrestling?"
"Catch the dub and raise the strap."
"Robert Mack might have something to say about that."
"Yeah prolly, anyway I'mma go grab a shower and watch this main event, see who walkin' out wit' the big strap. Ya can join me if you want."
"I'm sorry, what? Join you for a shower?"
"Nah, I mean yeah if that be whatchu want but man was talkin' about watchin' that Bullet Leah ting."
"Oh err... No, I'm good."
"No worries fam, man'll see you around innit."
Abi stood and watched as Skrabal turned and walked away, drinking from his bottle of water as he headed towards his room.
The greedy ogre, eatin' the mediocre
Feastin' on a scene teemin' wit' neeks an' posers Raw speech wrote on a four leaf clover Wit' venom like the fore-teeth a fourteen cobras
War composer, owner of a shattered mind Piece to gather shrapnel that do damage to the asinine This a battle cry ballad for they flaccid minds A lone wolf to a pack a lies, the passionless get pacified
Skrabal's Motel Room
June 10th 2021
Skrabal sits on the brown sofa in his cheap motel room with a bottle of beer in his right hand. He sits on the edge of his seat, his head held low and his gaze set on the floor in front of him.
"Before man say anythin’ else I feel I should apologize on behalf a the Bossman… "
He shuffles slightly in his seat.
"I told him ya nah. I said to him, play ya position fam, count the three and don’t ya do nuttin’ else but he ain’t listen. You know how he be lately , all emotional an’ shit."
He takes a quick drink of his beer, followed by a deep breath.
"So Eavan... I apologize, on his behalf. "
His gaze remains set on the floor as he continues.
"I’m sorry he done made you look like such a mook through his actions."
Suddenly he snaps his head up, locking his eyes on the camera.
"Coz that was my job!"
He says with venom before laughing arrogantly. A slender, tattoo covered arm reaches into the shot, passing Skrabal a freshly rolled joint. He lights it and take a deep toke.
"I was asked a question innit. What was the question though?"
He sighs before continuing.
“Who you gonna be, Skrabz, when you no longer the Ultimate Champion?”
He shakes his head.
"You know who said that shit?"
He shakes his head again as he takes a toke on his joint.
"Those words done come outta Jansen Myrrhs mouth. Yeah, she posed the question way back when, over a year ago, stood outside that Oh Two Arena in man’s city. At the time I took the shit as an empty threat, waved it off wit’ an eye roll but then then news break that Mi’ High shuttin’ the doors and suddenly man like Skrabz not packin' the strap become a reality.
He finishes his beer and drops the empty bottle on the floor, almost instantly the same slender, tattooed arm reaches into the shot, passing him another beer.
"So what am wit'out it? How does I feel?... Well shit I still catch dubs like me, I still look like me, I still sound like me..."
he pauses and sniffs the air in dramatic fashion, turning his head from left to right and taking deep breaths.
"Shit, I still smell like me too."
He laughs again, smugly, before taking a few rapid tokes on his joint.
"Coz ain’t nuttin’ changed fam, nah. Man like Skrabz talk the talk an’ walk the walk still. Yeah he take part for the long haul and break hearts like long falls, ya feel me?"
He pauses again, letting his previous statement hang in the air for a few seconds before continuing.
"True say e’ry single of ‘em got it wrong… All this time they out there thinkin’ if they can jus’ get they hands pon the big strap, if they can jus’ get to where man was then maybe people might start lookin’ at ‘em the same way they stay lookin’ at me. Maybe they might say they name the same way they say mine, wit’ the fear attached. Butchu got it twisted, each an’ e’ry one of ya, even the Bossman himself. Coz all this time they been thinkin’ the strap make the man but fact is the man make the strap. I told ‘em all before, way back, if it ain’t Skrabz it ain’t matter and right now it ain’t Skrabz… And the Bossman say it never will be."
He shakes his head slowly, his gaze drifting from the camera then snapping back to it as he continues.
"it ain't matter fam, not at all. Coz the truth is... strap or no strap, youtube exclusive or main eventin’ live on Splat, shit we can fight in the back or scrap in the street an’ man like Skrabz stay the man to beat... And you know that shit true."
He lifts the bottle of beer to his mouth and drinks greedily, consuming half the bottle in a couple of gulps.
"Now the Bossman wanna try his luck, one on one wit' man like Skrabz… So I guess it ain’t jus’ be bidness then. Nah, he got a personal issue an’ if you ask me I’mma tell you it be fuckin’ up his mental state. He remind me of ol what’s his name… shit I still ain’t remember. They cut from the same cloth though, got that Haitch Cee Dub runnin’ deep within’ ‘em and it shows."
He finishes his second beer and drops the empty bottle on the floor.
"You wanna know why I came back?... Lemme flip it back and ask you why we even here. It ain’t spiritual ting nah, I ain’t askin’ you the meanin’a life or nuttin’ I’m talkin ‘bout Mi’ High. Why it even exist?... Why you here?... Why any of us here fam?... Truth is we only here coz tings ain’t go your way back in those Haitch Cee Dub days, Bossman couldn’t get the job done… we here coz you ain't beat Lance Mikes."
He shakes his head then takes a deep toke on his joint.
"But what be the Bossmans prollem wit' me though? You ask me I'm a tell you this... one time, one the level... I ain't got a fuckin' clue fam, not this time. Man be stumped for real. Coz when you think about the ting he be contradictin' himself wit' e'ry other word that come outta his mouth. I mean he mad at 'em for the shots he gave 'em, out here callin' the lockeroom soft an' I ain't about to disagree wit' that, but that be your locker room fam, so what the fuck kinda example you been settin' for 'em? Not a good one, coz back in those ol' Haitch Cee Dub days you be on that same shit. Cryin' an' whinin' because ya weren't good enough, so I ain't know why the fuck you been surprised that you signed nuttin' but a bunch a lil Rob Macks."
The slender, tattooed arm reaches back into the shot passing Skrabal another bottle of beer.
"But there be someone else you signed too, plucked him from obscurity an' give him a platform to do what he always knew he could."
He takes a quick drink from the bottle.
"Who that be though?"
He looks at the camera, eyebrows raised as if waiting for an answer.
"Me innit, man like Skrabz... You done gimme two chances fam, jus' two, but that's all I needed. First you sign me, then you give me a tile shot. I ain't fumble, I ain't drop the ball, nah I caught wit' both hands held it close and set off runnin' at speed and I ain't slowed my pace yet. I done did what you expected outta e'ryone else, shit I be the only one to do it... But now you mad at me? I be the one you ain't want back?... I be the one you say you ain't wanna see wit' the strap?"
He shakes his head, a look of disbelief flashes across his face momentarily before quickly being replaced with a look of determination.
"Well ain't nuttin' on this Earth can stop me, I ain't even a posse
Had a milli on my name stayed laughin' like I'm DiBase"
He stares into the camera for a second before continuing.
"Lets picture it dif'rent for a second fam, say that bounty been on someone else head, who you think gonna step up and snatch it wit'out hestiation? Me innit, man like Skrabz... And that be jus' one ting that set me apart from the rest of 'em. You put it on my head, ain't nobody want it. Like ya said they'd rather fight commentators..."
He pauses for another quick drink of beer.
"And you know why that be too. I know you remember how it went, you has to, ya memory can't be that short, nah. You remember e'ry hoop ya done hung up for me to jump through in the past blad I know you do, jus' like you remember e'ry fence you built for man to hop on over and e'ry wall ya constructed that I done charged right on through leavin' nuttin' but a big man like Skrabz shaped hole behind me. You ain't forget that fam, shit you still be eatin' off the ting I bet, shit the millyun you put on my name been earned off my name in the first place. So I know you know that despite what ya mouth say ya brain understand that it ain't matter how many you set up I'm a keep knockin' 'em down till ain't nobody left but who ever got the strap...You know it blad... And e'ry out here know it too. From the tweeters in the back to the neeks in the seats to e'ryone watchin' at home live on Splat."
He pauses briefly then continues.
"It's not jus' hype I got my stripes, you name the place I show on time
I'm John Cena, Johnny Five - I been alive since a Prototype"
He finishes his third beer and takes a long, deep toke on his joint.
"So why did man come back? Coz I worked too hard for too long to let you start again wit'out me. Mi' High your company, you own the shit but you ain't build it, nah. You got the plannin' permit, sorted the paperwork, bought the materials and laid the foundation then man like Skrabz showed up to work and laid e'ry brick in the buildin'. And I ain't about to let it crumble wit' some ol' couldn't get it done never was from the past or some new man on top, nah. That's my spot!... "
He looks into the camera, a look disgust set deep on his face.
"Butchu got an issue with me and I got one witchu too, and it ain't jus' coz you ain't want me here, nah!... I told you before Rise that ya best play ya position and count those three lil’ numbers when the time come. That shit ain’t jus’ a threat fam it be advice too, you ain’t take it though. I mean why would you? You the Bossman right? It’s what they say innit. I think they lyin’. Coz a boss remain logical innit, rationality rules an’ you runnin’ off emotion right now, all up in ya feelin’s. So I told ya play position and count those numbers and yeah you count ‘em eventually, coz I ain’t really give you a choice fam. But when man said play position he ain’t jus’ be talkin’ ‘bout you playin’ ref, nah it run deeper than that. You too shallow to see it though. But ya position ain’t in the ring dressed in those stripes, nah, your position be in the back, your position be in the office, your position’ be in the meetin’ rooms touchin’ elbows an’ kissin’ backsides an’ when man said play ya position that’s the shit I been talkin’ bout... Ya see you can run ya fingers pon the socials and talk all the shit ya want in ya lil office but when that bell ring the shit stop bein’ about you. Or it should anyway, coz what happen when it don’t fam?
He pauses as if waiting for a response, anger and disgust etched across his face.
"You embarrass yaself and anyone who ever done a days work for ya."
He sneers and shakes his head.
"So we gonna roll into that Denver arena, man like Skrabz against the Bossman, Skrabal Stanzas against Robert Mack... Coz he ain't Snakebite no more is he? Nah! He done shown recently that there ain't no bite left in him. All that remain is the snake... Well man like Skrabz bout to get on that Simpsons vibe, yeah it's whackin' day for real fam and ain't no way you slitherin' out under your own power... By the time they scrapped you off the mat I'mma be in the back, feet up, bottle popped wit' my eyes glued to the screen for that lil five way ting ya done set up. Coz if you ask me, I'mma tell you whoever walk outta that wit the dub gonna be the nex' Ultimate Champion, coz that War Queen be a lot tings fam but she ain't me and she ain't do like me."
He looks at the camera intently.
"But shit... nobody does."
He raises his joint to his mouth and takes another deep toke then exhales a cloud smoke just before the video ends.
Admin: Where do yall hist photos? I'm thinking about switching sites, because I'm paying a monthly subscription for Photobucket and they got watermarks back on my images. I'm guessing it's a glitch or something, but it's already been two days.
Aug 7, 2021 6:56:18 GMT -6
The Purge: I use Imgur - and I've never paid a cent for their services, and no water marks
Aug 7, 2021 8:48:13 GMT -6
Deleted: o.o Lord, Rob! Get away from Photobucket ASAP! I’m with Haircin — use Imgur. It’s way better and costs nothing.
Aug 8, 2021 16:28:35 GMT -6
Admin: I appreciate yall! ✊💯💯 Ima look into it this week. Apologies to everyone if some of the images for the show tonight have that Photobucket watermark. I didn't have the time today obviously to make any switches. But I will make time this week. 💯💯
Aug 8, 2021 17:43:04 GMT -6
Admin: Katrina will probably be happy too as she was just telling me I was crazy for paying monthly for a photo host. Lol.
Aug 8, 2021 17:44:00 GMT -6
Admin: ***NOTE*** I moved the deadline up 12 hours to give the judges an extra day to read over the rps.
Aug 10, 2021 15:29:37 GMT -6
Admin: Started messing with Imgur today and confirmed to myself that Imgur was the original photo host I was using for Season One and the beginning of Season Two of MHW. Something made me mad and thats when I switched to Photobucket. I don't remember what though.
Aug 12, 2021 16:08:47 GMT -6
Admin: Ima still switch back to it though, because the Photobucker watermarks are still showing up on some images.
Aug 12, 2021 16:09:19 GMT -6
Admin: ***Just A Reminder*** The new deadline is less than 24 hours away. 💪💯💯
Aug 20, 2021 9:45:58 GMT -6
cmosh: Marisol Vilaró is Spanish, she is from Spain
Sept 14, 2021 22:50:17 GMT -6
Admin: Noted 💪💯💯 So I can get Rrina to teach me how to pronounce her name.
Sept 15, 2021 15:35:32 GMT -6
cmosh: Don't worry I don't know how to pronounce it either. She is actually played by someone else, so it is sometimes hard to do RP's with them due to our work schelduce but I am alound to use the character over here
Sept 15, 2021 19:28:12 GMT -6
Admin: Trying something different with the match writing, based off of research and just to try something new. It's a hit or miss concept, so feedback would be appreciated. ThrowDown will also debut the new layout concept. AMMO will start with that new layout...
Sept 18, 2021 8:35:55 GMT -6
Admin: ...on the following AMMO. This AMMO will just have the new match writing idea.
Sept 18, 2021 8:36:32 GMT -6
cmosh: I want to apologize to everyone for not doing a rp this week. Just been a tough week at work and other things got in the way as well, again I'm really sorry for not rping this week
Sept 18, 2021 21:07:43 GMT -6
Admin: It happens, brudda!
Sept 19, 2021 19:49:09 GMT -6