Skrabal's Motel Room
Orlando, Florida
October 16th 2021
3:05AM
Skrabal looks into the camera as the video begins. He takes a breath and goes to speak but holds his tongue, choosing instead to take a deep toke on the joint burning in his hand.
"Ya nah I ain't ever been prone to hallucinations... but for real I thought I was trippin' for a second back in that McCamish Pavillion, out there in Atlanta... shit I like Atlanta, Atlanta the kinda place I could stay at home in."
He smiles subtly, knowingly, remembering his time in Atlanta.
"But yeah I ain't ever imagined tings before, man has never seen nor heard tings."
He takes another toke on his joint, his eyes darting around the room but coming back to settle on the camera as he speaks.
"But still I couldn't believe my eyes an' ears fam, straight up, had myself feelin' to go get one a those psychological evaluations. Coz I was sittin' back, these big feeta mine up, relaxed, eyes dead set watchin' that big El Dee-Bullet ting an' towards the end there man thought he was losin' it for real. But nah, it weren't no hallucination fam, it weren't no figment of man's imagination. The shit was real life, kinda. Jansen Myrrh done shown her face, kinda. She pon the screen innit, not in the buildin' but still it half count. She run her mouth as usual, chattin' that gas, but she say one ting that ring true."
He reaches for a bottle of beer from the box beside the plum coloured sofa on which he sits.
"What she say though?"
He twists the lid of the bottle.
"Nuttin' new fam, she said the shit before."
He takes a quick drink from the bottle.
"She say fuck that guy."
He looks at the camera, his eyebrows raised.
"Ya know who she talkin' about, right?"
He continues looking at the camera with his eyebrows raised.
"Me innit, man like Skrabz."
He smiles smugly then takes another drink of beer.
"So how she right?"
He finishes his beer and drops the bottle on the floor.
"It be real simple innit. Man like Skrabz still be an' always has been That Guy so it be real good to hear her addressin' me wit' the respect I deserve."
He laughs slightly, arrogantly.
"Nah, on the level though, ya done know it's fuck you too innit. Always will be... An' if you know what's good for ya, you'll hit ya lil one an' done then run back to En Ef Dub, keep playin' the star you claim to be but most important of all you'll keep mans name outcha mouth from here on out. Coz if not, fam you might not make it back, shit you carry on wit' that nonsense an' foolishness an' come Black Magic you might not even make it out the buildin'."
He keeps his cold eyes set on the camera as he takes another deep toke on his joint. He exhales a cloud of smoke and continues.
"But it do be true though, that ting you said... I do be that guy."
Arrogance oozes from his every pore as his stare lingers on the camera. He smiles smugly before continuing on.
"Ya nah I can say it all day long too, shit I been sayin' it for years... We all say it though, we s'posed to anyway, it come wit' the job description. Dif'rence is I been provin' it too. I nah what they gonna say though, same shit they stay sayin' from here on out, they gonna say yeah but Ohio..."
He shakes his head. His voice takes on a whiny, high pitched tone as he continues mockingly.
"B-b-but Ohio..."
He looks into the camera, his face a portrait of apathy.
"You gettin' it all twisted fam, coz seen when you mention the times I held the L all you really do is highlight how often I caught the dub coz you can name my losses fam, individually, shit you can count the people who caught the dub on me, one on one, on one hand an' still have two fingers spare to stick straight up ya backside...But when it come to the rest of 'em."
He hold he hands in front of him, one by one he extends each finger rapidly, as if counting on them. He does this twice, reaching a total of twenty but strongly implying many more.
"Shit if I'ma start countin' 'em I'ma be here all night."
He leans down the side of the sofa for another bottle of beer and twists the lid off then takes a good, long drink before continuing.
"But man like Skrabz do be That Guy. Yeah he be that guy who dealt wit' Azzy in less than a minute but shit that ain't sayin' much these days, Wavy had the shit summed up correc' when he called her food coz she ain't nuttin' but a light snack. But I do be That Guy, yeah I be that guy that dropped Ohio, the ghostly white hope, right on his pencil neck outta nowhere, like BAM!. I be that guy that had the War Queen backin' down, optin' for peace, until she had her boy there Coffey by her side. But even then I be that guy who took out The Queendom on his ones... and fam that was all jus' one night at work. It go back a lot further than that. I be that guy that was here from the start. I be that guy that saw 'em comin' an' watched 'em leave. I be that guy that ran Lance Mikes outta the bidiness outta fear alone wit'out so much as a bell ringin'. I be that guy who clawed his way up from the grease an' the grime to the heat an' the shine an' then went straight back to the crud when he was done. I be that guy that had vet'rans breakin' frame pon the socials, throwin' away they legacy beggin' 'em to take the strap off me, an' why? Coz I be that guy who held the game captive for two years straight. I be that guy they expect to beat 'em! I be that guy..."
"Watch the scene through a sniper scope
My sight locked steady pon they vital zones
...Cause 'em all types a cope
So dope I be givin' all they idols hope!"
"Yeah I be ya favourites rapper's favourite rapper, ya favourite fighter's favourite fighter, shit I ain't even got a car an' I prolly be ya favourite driver's favourite driver!"
He laughs again, as arrogant as ever, before greedily drinking the rest of his second beer and dropping the empty bottle on the floor.
"But shit, despite how it might feel, look, sound an' seem man like Skrabz ain't perfect. Man has done made a mistake or two in his time. To be real witchu I made one in recent memory, jus' a couple weeks back, out there in Atlanta. I know ya seen it, I was about half an' inch away from kissin' her boot an' then BAM! The War Queen was out. Next ting it was Diaz gettin' caught up in that Snare Clap an' then I did it blad, then I fucked up... I been sayin' that one day I'ma reach out and snatch the strap an' there it was, right there pon the mat... It was instinctive fam, that shit mine, it be the only ting I care about an' when I seen it lying pon the floor I picked the shit up."
He shakes his head, a hint of regret present in his body language.
"I made a mistake."
He sits silently, smoking his joint until it's gone. He throws the roach on the floor and immediately reaches for another joint from somewhere just out of the shot.
"I'ma be real witchu... I shouldn'ta touched. I shoulda left it been... Coz the shit gettin' me all kindsa fucked up. I can't think about nuttin' else. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I ain't washed these hands yet. That's disgustin' innit... But I can still smell it on 'em. I can still see the shine in my eyes. I can feel the gold pon my finger tips. That shit feel good to the touch, fam it even feel good when that War Queen done rattled my skull wit' it'. That be jus' what I needed, one shot straight to the dome to remind me what I been missin'... Then I held it tight in these slime flingin' fingers an' the euphoria hit. Time slowed down an' man was caught in the moment, the shit felt like an eternity but that's when I noticed it. The dirty undertone, tainted, like the shit been stepped on an' cut wit' suttin' synthetic. It was missin' suttin', not much, jus' a few lil words a pureness."
He pauses and lights his joint, inhaling deeply.
"What those words be though?"
He pauses again, his eyes cocky stare locked on the camera as he takes another long toke on his joint.
"Shit, you already know."
He smiles confidently.
"Winner an' NEW Mi' High Wrestlin' Ultimate Ch... Coz jus' holdin it ain't enough blad, I needsta hear those words along wit' it an' I ain't have long to wait coz it be jus' a matter a time until those words ring out."
He reaches down the side of plum sofa for another bottle of beer, his third, and twists the top off before continuing.
"But there still be some time to go, an' there still somebody else in my way before we get to the big strap. Who it be though?... Jed Coffey, Mighty J himself. He one half a the tag team champions, one third a The Queendom an' on his best day he about one quarter a man like Skrabz. But shit I'd be frontin' if I ain't say he played a lil part in switchin' up the tag shit, got dragged right on into Bandit's playground an' took the shit over wit' that there Layla. She kinda fine fam I ain't gonna lie. Now I ain't know if you gettin yaself some a that or not but if you ain't I jus' about lost the lil bitta repect I had left for ya, an' it weren't a lot to begin wit' plus it been in decline ever since that tiktok clout you been chasin' a while back, wit' ya milkcrate challenge bullshit. Fam I got a challenge for ya, how about you try for one night not to be the biggest bitch in a clique that's two thirds chicks? For real, I ain't know how you walk out here surrounded by pussy an' still manage to be the most effeminate one in the bunch. It gotta be that hair you rockin'... Well I guess it be kinda fittin' that you nex' in line to catch the fade."
He pauses, confidence radiating from his core and filling the room as he drinks from his bottle of beer.
"Out here talkin' about mans diet... Fam I eat wrestlers, straight up. Men like me eat men like you on they way to meal an' I stay secure enough to say shit wit' no pause.... We dif'rent breeds an' this ain't no tag team shit fam, ain't no Layla pon the apron to tag you out an' back you up when it get tough, an' true say the shit gonna start tough from the second the bell ring. That's how I does it, shit there ain't even have to be a bell. I let it be known from the off that if man like Skrabz in the buildin' ain't a single one of 'em safe. I ain't give a shit if I have to hit 'em from the front, back or side, from up above or down below, I'ma do to it to 'em before they do it to me.... An' it ain't just talk fam, it ain't jus' words. It's straight facts, true stories. Jed, ya done found that out a time or two more already an' you about to find out again come Throwdown. Coz you the last stop on man's road back to the top an' I ain't about to ease off or slow down yet. If what Ohio done did ain't stop me then you dizzy as fuck if ya think you about to. Coz fuck dif'rent breeds fam, me an' you dif'rent species, we spawned from dif'rent eras. Man like Skrabz got that old school work ethic, he got that get it no matter how long it takes an' fuck how they feel about it mindset. You on that get it quick shit an' hope they like ya for it. That be why you out there chasin' views pon the socials, hoppin' on the nex' craze an' I ain't do nuttin' but show up to work. Well shit, you wanna go viral so bad how about nex' time I show up to work you pull out ya lil phone there an' we can live stream you gettin' your backside whooped pon any social network you choose."
He finishes his third beer and again drops the empty bottle on the floor.
"But for real you make me sick. I be embarrassed to do the same job as ya. You the kinda man to sell his soul for his fifteen minutes where man like Skrabz work e'ry day to save his. I ain't have to turn it on, I wake up up ready an' when I walk through the door at whatever grubby grease drippin' place I call home for the night I know I spent the day doin' me. When you walk through the door after a long day pretendin' to be somebody you ain't, you spend your night worryin' about who you expected to be tomorrow."
He looks into the camera with contempt on his face.
"Well come Throwdown you expected you to be a body."
He pauses. His stare still locked firmly onto the camera.
"An' a body be exactly what I'ma make ya. "
He takes another deep toke on his joint, still maintaining eye contact with the camera, and as he exhales a cloud of smoke the video cuts ends.
