Skrabal pushes a raven haired women's head from his lap as he leans forward and picks up his vibrating phone from the worn surface of the table in front of him. Looking at the screen he sees a message from his friend and fellow Toll Gang member, Ty.
U good bredda?
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| Yes fam, u?
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💯
Chris want you to do BRW again.
U down?
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| Always
Tell him I'll come through
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| He wanna do it online |
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| Tell him I'll come through
Sort the plane
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Aight
I'mma pay the smoking fine upfront |
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| Seen
Tell em no Sofia this time |
Aight
See you soon
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Skrabal puts his phone down and picks up a joint from the table. He puts it in his mouth and litghts it.
"'Ight then carry on" He says as the raven haired woman moves back into her previous position.
BRW Studio
Stratford, London
July 17th 12:00AM GMT
The second hour of the BRW podcast begins, streaming live from the BRW studio in Stratford, London, as Chris Grant welcomes his guest special guest.
"It's midnight, so it's that time of the night where we introduce our guest and as you all know we've got a long time friend of the show with us tonight. He's the reason most of you are listening live instead of on catch up, he's a an underground legend in the UK scene, a Mile High Wrestling Hall Of Famer, a former Mile High Wrestling Ultimate and Phoenix Champion, representing Toll Gang, Skrabal Stanzas!"
"Sup fam, it's good to be back."
"It's good to have you."
"I swear down the introduction get better e'ry time. Ya think I need it?"
"You earned it."
"Aight that's enough now fam."
Chris hesitates before continuing and sips his water.
"So, lots to talk about but first off, I take it you watched the final?"
"Yeah, I seen bits of it. I kinda had my own three girls one European Cup situation, ya feel me? But that shit too funny."
"Funny?..."
"Yeah, funny... Ya nah they shoulda put me on. I woulda scored all five a them there penalties, standard!"
"You can't..."
"I can brudda, I woulda saved all five too, ya done know!"
Chris laughs before taking another sip of his water.
"The last time we had you on the show was all the way back in January last year. At that time you were the undisputed top dog in Mile High, having lengthy reigns with the Ultimate and Phoenix titles and seeing off anyone that came your way with. A lot has changed since then..."
"Not really fam. Only ting changed is I ain't got the strap."
"Indeed, tell me Skrabz, how does it feel knowing that Leah Aguero is holding a title that you never lost?"
"Feels like a fuckery to be real witchu but the bidness been built on 'em."
"And of course, "The War Queen" will defend her title, for the first time, against someone you've already crossed paths with on more than one occasion in Eavan Maloney. It must be frustrating to see people you have already dispatched receiving opportunities that surely should be coming to you."
"More fuckeries innit, like I said the bidness been built on 'em and tickets been sold on 'em but I'm glad ya brought Lil Miss Parody up. I was waitin' for her to make me look a milyun bucks fam but I guess she ain't chose to do it. Instead she look like a pilion duck, coz she do all that quackin' from the back seat while Bullet handle the ride, ya get me?"
"You're talking about the tag match that saw you team up with Leah Aguero to take on Eavan Maloney and Bullet, correct?"
"Ya done know."
"And of course that match ended with you taking Eavan out with a Mic Check and Leah Aguro snatching the pin..."
"Another fuckery innit, you see what I mean fam? The bidness built on 'em. They ain't end there either."
"I was just about to say, immediately after that match you were attacked and, dare I say, dominated, by Gabriel Ohio."
"Fuckery."
"But you'll get a chance to gain a measure of revenge when you take him on in a No Hold Barred Match at Mile High Spectacular Three. On that same show, Eavan Maloney has her shot at Leah Aguero's Ultimate Title. Tell me Skrabz, who do you see walkin' out of that match as champion?"
"Neither of 'em, coz I ain't see a champion walkin' into it. One of 'em walkin' in wit the big strap and one of 'em gonna walk out wit it' but that be all there is to the shit."
"Okay, so lets roll it back a bit now and talk about season three of Mile High Wrestling. We've seen some familiar faces return but also the arrival and emergence of some new stars. Tell me Skrabz, which of them stands out the most to you."
"El Diablo innit."
"Yes, his rise to fan favourite was instantaneous and truly something to watch."
"Nah fam, I be talkin' 'bout that phoenix ting he carryin' around. He stand out to me coz he another poser walkin' around carryin' a strap that I ain't lose. To be real witchu he make me sick and I'm a tell ya one ting fam, anybody who that positive jus' ain't to be trusted. He prolly into some real sick shit too, I mean he wear a mask e'ry he go so what that tell you?"
"For the last year and more we all do.."
"Fam shut up that shit, I already done told you."
"Skrabz, he's the leader of the Diablo Nation, a role model to children everywhere and a product of his own drive and determination. I would have thought you could respect that?"
"Oh you see the grind in him? Is that it?."
"I just thought, given that he pulled himself up from the backyards and you dragged yourself up from the street that you cou..."
"Fam he was a grown man wrestlin' in a garden. A fuckin' garden. At that point you jus' playin' pretend on a homemade cosplay vibe."
"None the less, he is the Phoenix Champion and will defend his title against Bullet at Mile high Spectacular three. Who do you see walking out of that match with the gold."
"Fam if Bullet ain't walk out wit' the strap after all these chances she had..."
"You feel it's make or break time for her?"
"Fam that gyals shit already been broke, this her final chance to start fixin' if you ask me."
"I'm sure many would disagree with you on that. Bullet has proved herself and her worth many times before. However it's time for a track now that you selected, it's Blak Twang with 'So Rotton', why did you pick this one?"
"I jus' like the song fam, it's nuttin' deep. Man's a legend though, big up Tony Rotton."
"Indeed. An' when we come back we'll be talkin' about your connection to the UK hip hop, who you're currently feeling in the scene, and hopefully we'll touch on that project that you were working on early last that never saw the light of day."
"Nah, we won't be doin' that fam."
Skrabal and Chris laugh as "So Rotton" by Blak Twang starts to play.
Skrabal's Motel Room
Denver, Colorado
July 25th 2021
2:45AM
Skrabal relaxes on the brown sofa in his motel room. Smoke drifts from a joint held between his lips as he leans back with his hands clasped behind his head and his gaze set on the ceiling.
"Ya know, I be gettin' real tireda this disrespect."
He unclasps his hands and takes the joint from his mouth.
"From the Bossman sayin' he ain't want me back to e'ryone else talkin' about what they'd do to me if I came back... Nuttin' but disrespect... It ain't start there though, nah, it been a constant ting since Ricky Stanton popped off at the finger tips about me an' the big strap. Ever since then, nuttin' but disrespect. It continue still, look at Stephanie Sullivan... First of all she ain't got no respect for the grind, nah, she'd rather open her legs then use 'em to climb herself up and second of all, an' this might make ya sick, but she ain't even have the respect to take man like Skrabz seriously. She walked in wit' no prep thinkin' she got what it takes to do what only two other people done before... It ain't work out too well for her though, nah."
He takes a deep, slow draw on his joint, his gaze still on the ceiling.
"But hold up, lemme me skip back in time a while to June Thirteenth, man like Skrabz, The Big Dondada went one on wit' the Bossman right there in that Magness arena... And soon as I got done whoppin' his backside all over Denver what steps its way into the ring other than another big ol' pile a disrespect... Gabriel Ohio...Don't get it twisted fam, I ain't complainin' about it, coz shit I ain't ever had respect for a single one of 'em. Plus I got my own respect an' that's all that count anyway. But they out here givin' each other props for playin' they role despite the fact that man like Skrabz'll steal any scene he enter, but then I ain't an actor fam so I ain't really need the props anyway. I jus' question they logic an' they upringin', coz I was taught give respect when an' where it's due an' they ain't earned none, so they ain't get none. Man like Skrabz be a lil' dif'rent though, ya feel me? He be respect earned personified, live in the flesh. If ya can't respect that grind then you raised wrong fam. But shit, it already be clear ain't none of 'em got respect for the work so ain't no surprise they ain't got respect for someone who work his way to the top."
He moves to the edge of his seat and takes a bottle of beer from the table in front of him.
"Ya nah, besides the disrespect there be another ting that be gettin' real tiresome"
He takes a drink from the bottle.
"You wanna know what it is?"
He takes another drink from the bottle.
"I'm a tell ya, one time, on the level."
He finishes his beer and drops the empty bottle on the floor.
"I be sick to fuckin' death a these ol' washed up, worn out Haitch Cee Dub nobodies comin' to Mi High actin' like they got what it take to step to man like Skrabz... Who it gonna be nex'? Wouldn't surprise me if Bossman hittin' Taurus up as I speak... For real they shoulda done learned by the example Sam Hamilton set for 'em, coz she had roots there too, but nah they ain't learn from that. Had to come find out by they own selves... First it was ol' what's his name, shit I really shoulda remembered by now fam, it's been months... But he came in way back wit' his lil runnin' buddy Lance Mikes and soon found out that his days spent workin' for Greeney ain't worth shit when he ain't workin' for Greeney no more. He came in an' found out wit' the quickness that tings done dif'rent round here. Lance Mikes found out too, only he a lil dif'rent than the rest, he still got at least half the brain he been born wit coz he seen his name next to mine and he go missin', ain't been seen since."
He laughs arrogantly and shakes his head.
"An' that bring us to Gabriel Ohio innit, coz his name might mean Trauma to the rest of ya but to man like Skrabz he jus' another one a these Haitch Cee Dub wasteman that ain't amount to his old hype once he step foot in Denver. Oh he came in wit' a rep, then had to try rebuild it once Psycho kicked the shit to dust. You gonna say he did that, right? He rebuilt his rep an' he a man to be feared, right? You gonna say he got acid thrown in his face and he still came back, right?"
He shakes his head again.
"Fam how the fuck do you get acid thrown in ya face in the first place?"
He pauses as if waiting for an answer then puffs on his joint.
"But true say he had a chance to prove himself before innit, back when had himself the right to a shot at any strap he wanted... I had two for him to chose from and he ain't pick one of 'em, coz he knew then jus' like he know now that despite his size advantage his name an' frame ain't hold weight nex' to mine. True say I set my level high above 'em all from the day I walked in the door, an' he set his at small strap levels. I told 'em all before to play position they position an' stay in they lane but to be real witchu when they do it it kinda make me sick. Fam I can barely look myself in the mirror coz I ain't have the strap an' that shit was took from me, I can't imagine how it feel to see yaself e'ry day an' know you never took ya shot when you had it..."
He laughs slightly, arrogantly, then looks directly at the camera and shakes his head.
"But still word is he the Devil in the flesh, they say he 'bout to to be my biggest test, coz it be no holds barred an' man like Skrabz ain't been known to get down in that situation. Ohio famous for it though, chairs, tables, acid... hooks... Yeah hooks fam, fuckin' hooks an' acid blad can ya believe it? That's his forte right? That's what they said fam, that or his foreplay I ain't quite listen to 'em to be real witchu but either way he enjoy the shit. I ain't even opposed to violence fam, shit you can't be where I come from, for real. I jus' wonder what the fuck ever happen to standing in front of a man an' punchin' him in the face... Coz if man like Skrabz got a prollem witchu I'mma stand in that ring an' call you out an' you know that shit true. You already done seen an' heard me do it..."
He looks directly at the camera, a smug confidence radiating from him.
"I guess that jus' be the dif'rence between official art an' the artificial, ya get me? "
An arrogant laugh passes his lips.
"Coz you ain't do that, nah, big bad man like you on that attack a man post match vibe like ol' what's is name, must be the Haitch Cee Dub in ya, you all the same fam I already done said it... Oh but they say that ain't whatchu did the first time, they tell me I struck first wit that Mic Check so I brought all this pon myself. Well I'mma tell ya one time an' one time only, it ain't matter if it's post match, pre match or while they puttin the ting together, if you step in that ring while I'm in it I'mma take it as you spittin in my face..."
He sets his eyes on the camera.
"An' I ain't like it when people spit in my face fam."
He averts his gaze and takes another toke on his joint.
"But shit, no holds barred... I guess I be outta my element innit, yeah the cards be stacked against me for real... Nah, bun that!... It ain't a ting fam. From day one I told it 'em it ain't matter if it's in the ring, in the back or in the street... If you want that heat come see this vet coz I'm wit all the smoke like a weed connec', plus I got that sea cadet vibe, I be trained for any wave, ya feel me? "
He leans forwards and takes another bottle of beer from the table and twists the top off.
"Point is I ain't ever outta my element an' if you got a prollem we can solve it any time ya want. Name the time an' place an' man like Skrabz'll show up a day early jus' to wait for ya. Don't matter who you are who where ya from fam for real. I ain't backed down from man or woman yet coz I sooner die fightin' than run from a threat... But fam that drive take a lot of feedin' an' I be real hungry. I be wastin' away out here, famished innit. Coz these clowns on a Ronald McDonald vibe, ain't feedin' me nutiin' but junk food since I come back... Worst ting is ain't been a happy meal among 'em, no prize in the box yet jus' a whole heapa jacks jumpin' out so soft ya'd think they spring broke."
He takes a drink of beer followed by a few deep tokes on his joint.
"Oh but Ohio dif'rent right? He put me through a table innit, laid me out like never before... Is that supposed to mean suttin'? Don't get it wrong I felt the shit, but so what fam? Jansen Myrrh hurt me too, she had me tappin' the mat like an epileptic but when that bell rung shit went real dif'rent. An' when the bell rings in that Ball Arena tings gonna go real dif'rent once again, or they gonna go the same fam I guess it depend on how you look at the shit. Coz I told 'em an' showed 'em all time an' again that the top spot got my name on it."
He pauses and takes another draw on his joint.
"Yeah, an' once I get done wit' Ohio I got my eyes fixed firmly on who ever walkin' out wit the big strap. No more bullshit or distractions, I'm dead set an' ready to take back what's mine an' ain't nuttin' or nobody here to stop me."
His confident glare settles on the camera.
"It's big Skrabz fam ya better pray for help...
So dope I broke the mould when I made myself""
He laughs loud, arrogantly, then leans forward and swipes at his phone, ending the video.
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