Post by Gabriel Ohio on Sept 18, 2021 1:43:34 GMT -6
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.
~:.. 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....
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.
Ohio and Skrabz brawl outside into the parking lot, setting off car alarms and everything, slamming each other onto cars and shit. Ohio even sends Skrabz head first through a car window. This busts Skrabz's head open, causing blood to pour down his face.
With both superstars a bloody mess, they stand on top of a 2004 Honda Odyssey, exchanging slow rights back and forth, looking worn out and bloody.
And then Ohio sends a knee into Skrabz' stomach. As Ohio grabs Skrabz head, Skrabz goes for a Mic Check out of nowhere!!!
But Ohio pushes him off, almost causing Skrabz to fall off the minivan, slipping down on the roof. Skrabz grabs Ohio's leg and tries to pull himself up without sliding off the van, and Ohio just pulls him the rest of the way up and jumps off the roof of the vehicle with the Fall From Grace!!!
We don't see them land because the camera was on the opposite side of the Odyssey. The cameras switch to the inside of the Ball Arena, watching on the titantron. The fans are looking shocked as hell. A "Holy Fuck!" chant breaks out.
On the titantron, the cameraman makes his way around the van and we see Ohio crawl slowly over Skrabz, laughing maniacally.
One! …. The cameras switch back out to the parking lot. …. Two! ..... Three!!!
Two! ..... Three!!!
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 scene opens on what seems to be a smoke filled abyss. Slowly the smoke disperses, a seated figure becomes clear, broad shoulders, head held high, a silhouette of pure pride encased in a shroud of milky white. The smoke clears further, bloodshot eyes, a smug smile of self satisfaction. The Number One Contender to the Mile High Wrestling Ultimate Championship, Skrabal Stanzas, stares deep into the camera.
He lifts a joint to his mouth and inhales deeply. He exhales loudly, the smoke expanding from his lungs and spreading out, adding to the haze already present in the cramped room.
"When it came to the trends... They played by the book, I smashed the system!
When it came to the pen... I stayed off the hook, they lacked conviction!"
He lets his words hang as he slowly continues smoking his joint.
"Ya nah... Ya nah I was sittin' in back a that Tee Mobile arena, feet up, sweat on my brow an' blood on my lip, bottle in hand.... An' I had my eyes fixed to the screen for that main event ting, Leah Aguero, El Dablo Blanco, Mi' High Ultimate title pon the line... El Diablo Blanco fightin' against doctors advice for the biggest prize in the game. That be some fairytale shit fam for real, imagine the feal good factor if he'd caught the dub too, yeah it be real good to think about... That be all it is though, suttin' to think about. Coz his hopes an' dreams come crashin' down like Jansen Myrrh done give 'em a shove..."
He shakes his head and rapidly exhales a small amount of air from his nose, like the beginnings of a laugh, as if this is funny to him.
"For real that be a poor look fam... Yeah I be talkin to you innit, Leah. I left you nuttin' but scraps, nuttin' but bones to make stock wit' an' some how you done made the shit into a three course meal. If the tenderisin' I done give him weren't enough your lil' Punch an' Judy there done thrown him down a set a steps. The man weren't fit to compete, if you ask me I'mma tell you he ain't ever been fit to compete since they dug him up outta those back yards but I digress innit... Still he done dragged himself out there, against medical advice... Shit, I can't even fault the hustle in him... He walked out wit' a brace on his neck an' a limp in his step an' you...
He looks at the camera, his face expressionless.
"Fam you still couldn't get the shit done on your ones... "
He shakes his head.
"Are you for real blad?... It get worse though, coz you couldn't even get the shit done wit' ya lil' puppets there given you a helpin' hand. Like, come on fam... is you serious?"
He pauses, his eyes locked on the camera as his briefly considers the question.
"Nah, you can't be serious."
A flash of incredulity crosses his face, quickly replaced by disgust.
"I ain't ever been one for given' 'em warnin's, man like Skrabz say what he got to say however he feel to say it an' he ain't give a fuck for your feelin's. On the real though, I can't say what I be about to say wit'out given you time to mute the shit if you got a weak stomach, coz I be about to say some sickenin' shit...."
He pauses, the look of disgust returns to his face.
"El Diablo Blanco had the big strap won..."
His face screws up instinctively, as if the words themselves taste bad.
"I swear to god fam, a fouler sentence ain't ever passed these lips but the shit be true. The ting was his for the takin', it was goin' out around his wai... over his shoulder, or maybe around that neck a his, tucked right up there under that double chin... But then up pops Jensen Myrrh, I guess the ol' wannabe saviour a Mi' High done finally found her place as the saviour a The Queendom... How the mighty done fallen fam, shake my head."
He actually said that, and then shook his head.
"After all that talk over all those years I be offended that this be the kinda bullshit that follow me... Man was out here pullin' double duty, duel wieldin', fightin' on two fronts wit' my back to the wall an' still I come out swingin' e'ry time. I talked the talk, walked the walk an' run the game while you talk game then run go hide behind somebody else... If you ask me anyone out here wit' a shred a respect for the grind should be beggin' me to take that strap back."
He pauses momentarily, his face a mask of determination.
"Well they ain't gotta beg fam... An' you can run go hide behind anybody you want coz come Black Magic I'mma find you, straight an' simple!"
His brow narrows as his sets his gaze on the camera.
"Coz you know who I be, right?"
"Man Like Skrabz."
"An' you know what I be, right?"
"Number One Contender."
"Yeah.. the ting they feared the most"
He pauses and takes another deep toke on his joint.
"It be a few years since ya heard those words said together innit. Last time ya heard 'em the Bossman jus' done pointed his finger at me an' hoped man'd prove his worth... I ain't have to remind you how that turned out. Still that shit always been a prollem for 'em though, wit' they constant gassin' an' chattin' about chosen one this an' that... It's what they said fam, they were right too jus' not in the way they thought it. Truth is I still be the chosen one, coz I chose myself from the start. But shit somebody had too, coz half of 'em out here can't vouch for they own selves let alone someone else..."
"An' All I got in life is my name an' a rep
So I'mma rep my name to the death"
"That's way I told 'em all from way back, twenty eighteen days, man like Skrabz ain't here for nuttin' but the big strap. I came in sayin' it loud an' clear an' I stay sayin' it till this day coz the way I look it... If you ain't think you the shit then ya prolly ain't shit..." "You ain't aimin' for the top? Won't get off the floor! You ain't aimin' for the top? Fam I think that's a flaw!"
"So I done made my intentions clear from the start an' strived e'ry day to make 'em reality. Ting is it ain't matter how long I held down it or how many times I done raised it up to the sky they still kept on wit' that same shit... Coz the Bossman gimme one shot, one time... They forget that e'ryting that happen after that been up to me... But shit, that was a long time ago, an' tings be dif'rent this time around. This time around ain't no been Bossman givin' man a shot, nah. This time around man like Skrabz had to earn it in what some of 'em a tell ya was the toughest number one contenders match in the history a Mi' High... I mean shit, of course it was fam, man like Skrabz ain't been in the others."
He laughs arrogantly before continuing.
"Nah, I'm jus' fuckin' witchu. For real that be the hardest nights work I ever done..."
He sets his confident stare directly on the camera.
"Until the nex' one."
He laughs again, more arrogant than before.
"Nah, but for real though... I stood there, ten toes down pon the canvas when the bell rung to start the ting an' I was layin' right there breathin' heavy when the bell rung to end it. One by one man like Skabz watched 'em enter the ring an' one by one I watched 'em all walk to the back wit' they heads down. Weren't no early release either, nah fam I served my time, any longer an' it may as well be a death row ting coz for twenty seven minutes I fought like my life was pon the line an' if you ask my I'mma tell you it was... Coz if I ain't walk outta that match wit' the dub, if I ain't walk outta that match as the number one contender for the Mi' High Ultimate Championship then you may as well a shot me dead. Coz while some of 'em live for the spot light man like Skrabz ain't live for nuttin' but the big strap, if you ask me I'mma tell you there ain't nuttin' more important in the world. On Skrabzlows hierarchy a needs I put the ting right up there above beer, pussy an' weed, ya feel me?... So I did what I had to do, to get where I need to be, to get the ting I need the most..."
He leans down the side of the sofa for a bottle of beer from his ever present box of beer.
"So what they gonna say come Black Magic when man like Skrabz stands right there in that ring and raises the strap higher than he ever raised it before? What gonna be they excuse then?"
He twists the lid off the bottle and throws it on the floor.
"Shit, I can't wait to hear it fam so I'mma be listenin', but then I always been listenin' anyway."
He takes a good long drink of beer.
"Ting is when you listen a lot you bound to hear suttin' you ain't like eventually. You be bound to hear a ting or two that get you feelin' suttin', usually ain't nuttin' good either. Shit, not too long ago man like Skrabz done heard himself a ting or two that made him feel suttin, weren't nuttin good either."
He takes another long drink from the bottle.
"What I heard though?"
He shakes his head.
"The bossman, live pon the Ammo ting, sittin' at the table talkin' like they known to do when they sittin' at the table."
He finsihes his beer.
"What he say though?"
He shakes his head and drops the empty bottle on the floor.
"This an' that, chattin' gas on how Ohio was about to be the one to survive the pen followed up wit' some nonsense about him destroyin' man like Skrabz along wit' some foolishness about Ohio's time spent elsewhere, how he used it to train for Mi' High an' blah blah blah... Yeah that's right fam, he put in work while I didn't. When man like Skrabz was back there in London, layin' low, man like Ohio was out there in XWD or PCT or EC whatever the fuck, shit a lot of 'em were. But bossman you said it yourself fam, man like Skrabz be the goat a Mi' High, so whatchu want me go be the goat a somewhere else or suttin?... Coz the shit can be arranged fam. I mean look it, you already issued the challenge a while back an' ain't nobody come so I'mma tell you what, you point 'em out, you tell me where you want me to go... You name 'em an' shame 'em, an' man like Skrabz'll go right on over an' maim 'em, coz I does this fam! Whenever an' wherever, an' you should count yaself lucky I done chose to do it here, standard!"
He laughs arrogantly.
"Nah, I'm just fuckin' witchu, kinda..."
He laughs again, slightly, then lifts his joint back to his mouth and relights it. He sits for a few moments smoking his joint, then a few more, the time continues passing and before long he's lighting a fresh joint. After a deep, deep toke, he finally continues.
"But shit, Madison Square Garden... That be an arena wit' history in this bidness, some a the greats done worked their trade in that buildin'. The place been host to some a the biggest moments in wrestlin' history. The kinda shit that give 'em goosebumps, the kinda shit get 'em all up in their nostalgia, the kinda shit that man like Skrabz couldn't give a shit about. It jus' a buildin' innit, but when Throwdown come we gonna see the current biggest question in Mi' High answered right there, in that there Madison Square Garden. It be a question that e'ry neek in the seats been askin', it been on the typin' fingers a e'ry lil twitter nerd out there... But what's the question..."
He looks at the camera, his face straight, his expression giving nothing way.
"The question is can he do it...
He pauses, a glimpse of... nervousness flashes across his face.
"Can he overcome the odds.."
He looks left to right, appearing to be on edge. The look of nervousness returns intensified.
"Can he rise to the challenge."
He scans the room, the look of nervousness ramped up to ridiculous levels. He sets his eyes on the camera. The nervousness vanishes.
"Can Gabriel Ohio beat man like Skrabz again..."
A bold look smugness descends over his face. He laughs, louder and even more arrogantly than earlier. He takes a few deep tokes on his joint before continuing.
"It's a fucked up question, innit? Furthermore the fan survey vibe says nah, you can't do it... It's a fucked up answer innit. Coz you the big bad Gabriel Ohio, an' lets be real fam ya done tings to me that ain't nobody done before but still it ain't instil no confidence in 'em, they havin' doubts aboutchu an' I can't blame 'em, not after you let that Trauma out last time an' I ain't talkin' about the physical scars you opened up, nah lets talk about the mental ones, coz on the real I jus' ain't gettin' it... "
He shakes his head, takes a toke on his joint, and then shakes his head some more.
"Believe me fam I tried picture the scene, tried puttin' myself in your shoes an' I just ain't seein' myself makin' the same choices. Look it, you off out there doin' whatever you do on your day off, hangin' around in graveyards playin' piano or chillin' out on a park bench blood lettin' or suttin', an' you get the news that it's you an' five others. You find out about the Penitentiary ting, shot at the big strap pon the line.. Now it be real clear when I got the news I did what I do, put my head down an' got to work butchu did suttin' dif'rent. You got the news an' you thought to yourself that it be the perfect time to tell e'rybody about the abuse ya suffered an how ya ma an' ya sister been killed an' fam... What the fuck?... An' what the fuck is it witchu oversharers anyway?.. Go get yaself a therapist or some drugs or suttin'... I dunno, jus' keep that shit the fuck away from work an' maybe your work a start payin' off for ya...
He takes a few rapid tokes on his joint then reaches for another bottle of beer.
"But shit, you got some real abandonment issues innit, seems you even feel a lil suttin' coz man like Skrabz ain't come runnin' back to you after the last time. Fam, I had bigger tings to do innit, I had to go get my tings in order before I could come back to fuck yours up. Don't worry though blad, big daddy Skrabz is back now an' he got a real treat for ya."
He laughs again then takes another drink from the bottle.
"Oh but I shouldn't say it right, not wit the jest at least. Coz you the man that shushed my hype, right? Nah, sound like it still buzzin' to me fam, the knob been turned down pon yours though an' I'm about to silence it for it good."
He places the joint in his mouth then mimes turning down a dial as he inhales.
"I has too fam... I has too. Yeah it be all fun an' games when I sit here an mock 'em but I has to beat you fam. So when that bell rings you better let out a lil' more a that trauma you got bottled up inside an' fight me like I'm ya daddy coz I'mma fuck you up like he did ya family unit. Coz it be anyting goes, last man standin' an' they gonna say it go in your favour but I'mma keep knockin' you down' till you can't get up an' ain't nuttin' you can do to stop me. You already half beat... Yeah, it be a real shame you ain't been able to keep a lid pon your emotional state. Honestly the shit couldn't a come at a worst time for ya. I mean there you were fam, right on the edge, ready set to be the nex' one up after you caught me lackin' back at Spectacular Three but nah, I guess the stress done gotchu already. Yeah it ain't easy fam, coz when they start lookin atchu, when they start talkin' aboutchu, the pressure start moutin' wit' a quickness. You ain't even get to the start hatin' on you stage an' you already cracked. Well don't worry fam, I'mma take it from here."
He locks his eyes on the camera, determination and confidence mingling on his face.
"But shit, they prolly gonna tell me I be over confident. I'mma tell 'em nah, I be over confidence. Man like Skrabz operatin' on a whole 'nother level a surety."
He takes a slow toke on his joint, his arrogant stare no moving from the cameras lens.
"Coz see I be the number one contender... An' I be the number one contender..."
He nods his head slowly, his eyes still maintaining contact with the camera.
"An' those be two dif'rent statements for real."
He leans back on the sofa. The sound of high heels on cheep flooring echoes through the background, approaching the camera from out of shot. Skrabal exhales a cloud of smoke towards to the camera and half a second later the video ends.
Admin: Note that the deadlines have changed. I made the change for the convenience of the other judges.
May 17, 2021 15:21:30 GMT -6
Admin: Hope everyone is enjoying their 4th of July weekend/week/day! 💪💯💯
Jul 4, 2021 14:22:58 GMT -6
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