Skrabz vs Gabriel Ohio

Disclaimer & OOC:
I would just like to say that there maybe scenes in this RP that some may find offensive. Also This was not the piece I intended to post and cooked this up in a few hours as I was hacked and lost a lot of content and efedder accounts etc. I hope it is coherent enough.
In regards to the potentially offensive scene, in character, Ohio would have left without ever doing anything but is more planting the seed into Skrabz's head if, in character he wanted to do any checks etc. purely speculative, but just in case.

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~:.. Prologue: Penny For Your Thoughts…:~

What is wrong with me?
Why? Why was it so...different?
When that hand counted three, that is when it caused these…thoughts.
Whereas before, I was powerful, I craved anarchy and I thrived on it.
How can this be?
Wait...could it be?
Nah he is well and truly locked away, he wanted me back.
Maybe it was not enough...not strong enough yet...maybe I need...more.
Last Man Standing...that should help alleviate the issue....


~:..The Remedy...:~

Darkness.
Just the sound of breathing.
Oh so very close.
Unsettling without sight and the sense of hearing sharpens to compensate.
Just makes it worse.
Many thoughts. Many questions.
No answers...until...
A voice shatters the silence.

“Is it not amazing how much we take the gift of sight for granted? Such a simple thing yet its marvel is so easily forgotten. Yet so easy to take away. So fragile.
Darkness is so cruel. It shields the wicked and exposes the weak. So cruel but easily utilised as a weapon. Oh I love that!
Is there anything more satisfying than watching the unsuspecting wither and cower.
Is that voice in front...to the side...is it moving...is there more than one here with me?
It is enough to send the other senses into overdrive trying to figure that out and to have certain bodily fluids stain the cloth of undergarments in that sickly yellow.
Auditory.
Olfactory.
Gustatory.
Tactile.
Vestibular.
Proprioception.
Yes. We will work on each one in due course. One by one.
Currently you have no idea where you are, you have no sight. This is merely a small sample of what is to come.
Allow me to relieve you from your plight or shall we say, illuminate you?”

There is a flash of a freshly lit flame, a Zippo lighter illuminates a face up close. The not so freshly bandaged face of Gabriel Ohio.
Trauma Gabriel Ohio to be precise.
The bandages are crimson red, there is an odour of infection that caused the nasal hairs to stand erect. A few seconds pass and the zippo is flipped closed.
Darkness returns along with the blindness and Ohio continues to speak.

“Mile High was certainly an eye opener. I have spent so long in the darkness my eyes failed to adjust to the light, therefore I failed to realise that something was missing at Game Over. History will show that I, Trauma, require Trauma, that is my drug, that is my fuel and that is my vice. I am Gabriel Ohio and I am an addict.
Do you see it yet?
When I was first released, it required the kiss of a Psycho. That came in the form of a facial of acid. Can you possibly fathom the intimacy of all the nerve endings firing all at once, all those neurons, in perfect unison?
It was exhilarating!
I want more. I need more! It will be mine.
By... any...
Means.
NECESSARY!”

There is clearly a tone of anger in his voice. A moment of silence is disconcerting before a tone of calm and somewhat childish glee occasionally mixed in between words.

“Low and behold! A beacon of light in my world of darkness! The powers that be have blessed us all with the carnage of a Last Man Standing Match and their chosen tormentor, Skrabal Stanzas.
We will meet again.”

A childish giggle. There is an audible banging. Clapping of hands possibly… maybe? The happy tone continues.

“Yes, you will be my champion. You will be the one to deliver the final poison to THAT Ohio. You see, you are motivated. You have been served with a couple of carrots on sticks and like the good little donkey you are chasing without hesitation.
You seek the glory and are willing to climb any mountain top to get it. You want the Mile High Wrestling Ultimate Championship belt, you also wish to slay the entire monarchy that currently wears that which you never lost.
Like a Knight that seeks the Holy Grail.
Or a moth to the flame. Like I said before in the past, you are predictable, if you are predictable that makes you weak.
Yes, you lunge for that carrot little donkey but it will not shift the biggest weight that you carry.
Here is a hint, it is not the virgin Mary or the title trinket that you long to embrace again.”

His voice is silent for a moment. The tone resets to a more monotone with a hint of taunt.

“Yes, Skrabal. It is me.
You know in your heart and your very core that this is the truth.”

There is a static shortly followed by black and white, grainy footage.


***DISTORTION***


***DISTORTION***

...Three!!!

***BLIP***

...THREE!!!

***BLIP***

THREE!!!!

***PAUSE***

The image stops on a fallen and broken Skrabz being looked at by Ohio with that evil laugh, frozen.
Immortalized.
The darkness returns as the footage fizzles away.
Trauma’s voice is still monotone and slow and condescending.

“...and the winner of that bout, Gabriel Ohio.
You never saw that coming, did you? None of you did, especially you Skrabal and that haunts you when you sleep at night.
Every single night!
It is not the wet dream of getting some gold again little magpie, it is the wet dream of you pissing the bed little boy as that monster in your head scares you, why do you not go and cry in your mother’s arms? I am sure she will comfort you...oh wait...maybe not, not with your history. Perhaps your sister will comfort you? Hmm...unlikely.
I dare you to call me a liar.
Does my face haunt your dreams?
Will you scream for me?
One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material places.
Will you SCREAM for me?
Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?
Skrabal Stanzas, I am in your head, I am in your face and most importantly, I am in your way and if you fail to exorcise me then it will forever be your burden to bare, everywhere you go, friend or foe, I will be there to tear away everything you hold dear and then when I am satisfied that your mind and body are broken, I will then break your heart, then, maybe, just maybe, I will give you my permission to die.”

Ohio lets out a quick throaty chuckle.

“Do you see yet? Skrabal? Do you truly see? I see you but you do not see me. I am the biggest threat to you and you walk around with your various narcotics and mind rot poison and you abuse your body, here is the rub, your body is just a rental and there are penalties to be paid to the reaper for your abuse.
Danger be everywhere Skrabal, but let us be clear, danger doesn’t lurk at every corner. It’s just hanging out, waiting for fear and horror to show up.
Now here I amand this wolf has selected the delicate lamb.
I am going to show you the way. I will show you the boundaries between pleasure and pain and believe me when I say that we will explore just where your thresholds lies.
A cut here, and gash there, then we will explore the realms of the flesh and the true qualities it has. Is it not fascinating that a body when it falls from a great height that there is very little damage to the flesh, it is the bones and internals that suffer but the skin, if not for the shards of bone would remain intact.
If you thought falling a few feet off the top of a vehicle was rough, then I have so much more sights...or should I say, heights to show you!”

There is an indication in his voice of being lost in thought.

“You know, Icarus was warned to never let his wings made of wax get too close to the sun. But pride can make even the most noble men do such foolish things. And as Icarus neared the sun, his wings began to melt away. Icarus fell into the ocean and was never heard from again. You would do well to heed this warning Skrabal. You have been flying high for a very long time. You have surveyed lands and conquered many dominions but the thing is about flying so high, it makes the fall that much harder as you never expect it and you become nothing more than collateral damage.
You remember what it was like though don’t you?
You can taste it. Built on the boo’s of despair and the blood of the fallen, by your hand.
You remember when your fallen foes were the foundation from which your castle once stood. Your hopes and dreams, your own personal cloud nine.
Currently there are squatters inhabiting your home, claiming to be a queen.
Unfortunately for you, there comes a time in every person’s life when you must become Atlas yourself and hold up other people’s paradise.
Now you will be the foundation of my paradise. Your own personal hell and I will introduce you to all the locals, they are simply dying to meet you.”

There is the sound of something creaking. Off to the left somewhat. The noise is repeated, in reverse order. Ohio is now silent. There is a thud. Someone is walking around. The noises stop briefly then there is the sound of….hissing…?
You can sense the evil smile in the tone of Ohio’s voice.

“Aaaah. It is time.”

A door opens. Light shines and aches the eyes as Ohio steps through. We are revealed to be in some form of bedroom. On the floor is a bag and purse on a three legged table. It becomes very apparent that the hissing is from the bathroom suite, the shower?
The door to the bathroom is closed. On the bedside table there is a very expensive looking watch.

“Do you remember what it was like to walk through Mile High’s doors? That first match. You fought The Real Deal Dillon Daniels. A fairly simple victory. Do you remember how you wondered if he had a bad heart? I am sure you do.
By the way, does this place look remotely familiar to you? It should. Perhaps that watch over there? Does it feel like you have seen it somewhere before?
That is the watch you stole and sold for just over £600. Such a thing of beauty too.
You see, I know everything about you Skrabal.
From your journey to the top, your next match was against Deuce Holmes and Forge. I know all the names you have put down and your accolades shine like the northern star in the night sky.
Of all the drugs and poisons you have sampled, that is your biggest high. Pride. You are not humble. You do not care who you hurt, man, woman or child.
I like that about you.
You make this place, the walls of Mile High, interesting.
But.
Underneath all this provado, ‘ nothing phases the man like Skrabz’ is all just a bubble that I am going to burst.
The dynamics of a Last Man Standing.
To be knocked down for a ten count.
Anything goes.
I want you to bring everything, every gun, every bat, every dirty trick you have and I want to sample them all. For if you do not, there are typically 206 human bones in an adult, approximately 600 muscles and roughly 4000 tendons. My favourite part? There are over 7 trillion nerve endings! Each one is like the string of a harp. Pluck at this one there will have a oh so different note than that one there.
Get the picture?
I will enjoy using you as my own personal orchestra, I will use your body like a percussion instrument and your agony and regret will be the true symphony of despair, my personal masterpiece!”

Gabriel’s laugh is very child-like. He pulls out a mobile phone from his pocket.
He smiles.

“Isn’t technology such a wonderful thing! The luxury is simply lost on the world. Can you imagine these days, saying to a child go and play outside and the look on their face when they are not allowed to be on a tablet, pc, console and whatever else they're addicted to?
The world is full of villains and tyrants, child molesters and false prophets.
The irony?
All this tech has just opened the door oh so much wider to exploitation. Men posing as boys to seduce minors, oh do not make the mistake of thinking it is only men! Also, conmen stealing bank details and these are just the basics, we have not explored the dark web.
You commented on how I have a presence on social media. This amused you Skrabal.
It opens so many windows for me and all the doors become that much easier to access. We live in a world where tech rules and psycho’s have more tools in their arsenal.
Would a farmer turn down a free tool that reaps what he sows with minimal effort?
No. Same scenario. It is not a difficult thing to master. I have become quite...skilled.
There is this, for example.”

He shows us the phone screen.
There is a list of phone contacts and most of the owner’s phone number is available to see when Ohio presses a few options but he hides a couple of numbers, doubtfully out of respect.

“Yes, Skrabal. You mocked me for having a social media presence but it is an open book and resource to access the minds, thoughts and opinions of those who I will dismantle. I notice you are barely active on social media. Smart.
However, I assume you have noticed that this phone number belongs to you?”

Ohio smirks and exposes Skrabal’s number.

“I know I know this is not exactly an ‘Ohio’ thing to do. Or is it?
You see, I have all your contacts too.
Plus your number?
How did I do that?
I cloned your sim card.
So simple. Like I said and I have showcased before, I am resourceful, there is nothing, NOTHING I will not exploit as I see fit to truly see what makes a man tick.
You see, I know simply threatening your well being will probably only motivate you to start busting a rhyme, you do not fear a fist or kick but I have listened to all of your calls for weeks. I have your messages. This room looks familiar because you stay here a lot, in Denver.
And I may have had a text conversation, pretending to be you with a certain...somebody…and I made sure they did not reply back as per my instructions.”

Ohio has a ‘sorry not sorry’ grin on his face. He showcases the messages, inviting a certain female company around to the room…

“Don’t worry, she cannot hear me from in there, the shower is drowning us out.. She is really good at following instructions. I told her not to reply to the messages otherwise you would have got them too.
Such a good girl...then again…is she?”

Ohio reaches down and picks up what we can only assume is her panties. He smiles, licking his lips.

“Still warm to the touch, a little...moist too. Guess she was looking forward to you being here. Do you think she will be surprised if she opens the door and I am standing there instead of you?
Do you finally see the big picture?
Oh I ordered some room service at your expense. I am sure you can figure out how.”

Ohio tosses the panties onto the bed. He looks deadly serious now.

“You are in my world now boy. There are consequences for your actions and there is no get out of jail free card.
You can make words rhyme all you like and use words that would score many points on a scrabble board and having a witty way of spelling scrabble for your name has a sense of irony but doesn’t score good in real life does it.
But here is the real threat: my threat to you..
Skrabal, I am coming for you. I have told you what you need to do to stop me, you really need to put me down, otherwise if I walk out of Madison Square Garden before you then I promise that certain parts of your life are going to disappear.
Jansen Myrrh said that no one is ready to challenge the Warqueen. That it would be a joke to even try.
Think of the consequences of losing to me, that puts me right on the same level as you. If you cannot beat me one on one, then that will give me an opportunity to take away your golden trinket and take it far from your grasp.
The broken bones, the severed tendons, the tormented nerves, the torn muscles, your broken body, your favourite play things **Gestures to the bathroom** and the title you never lost. All will forever be out of your reach.
Then your spirit and heart dies.
Just like I told you.

The sense of vision.
Gone as your limelight will no longer show the way. A blessing as you will not want to see what happens next.
Auditory senses.
Your failures will ring in your ears for many a year as that is something you are just not used to.
Olfactory.
You will smell the odour of fire, rot and decay as the very foundations you built your reputation on will all burn. Everything burns. No exceptions.
Gustatory.
That irony taste of blood in your mouth that was once the blood the fallen, by your hand, now the taste will be your own and that will haunt you as will the bitter taste of defeat...again.
Tactile.
Aaah….touch...I may save this sense for another….you know who.
Vestibular.
With each movement of your body there will be pain. Injuries never fully heal and scar tissue ready to tear again. This will be your future. You like to pill pop, I am sure you can find a pain killer to add to the list of addictions.
Proprioception.
The seriousness of your injuries will cause mobility issues, balance issues, sitting issues and many more. This is my promise to you. You are welcome.
These are my gifts to you.
You know what you have to do, Skrabal. Your fate is in your hands.
Her fate is in your hands.
Congratulations Skrabal.
I have given you the chance to be the hero.
And I know how much you will hate that.
Like I said, I am in your head and there are many buttons to press.
How many I press is up to you.
Either way, regardless, I get what I want.
The Trauma I crave or the pleasure of watching your torment grow.”

Gabriel smiles. He walks backwards, arrives at the bathroom door and slides his hand down to the handle and opens it. The door slowly opens and we can see the silhouette of a lady showering, the condensation hides her delicates but occasionally her behind catches the glass. It is humid and Ohio walks over and places his hand on the glass next to the female’s rear and licks up the glass.
He turns and looks into the camera with that...grin...it's cringe!

“The choice is yours.
Either way.
I win.”

Gabriel smiles.

Fade to black