“Mad Dog, Mad Dog, Mad Dog.” The crowd was chanting along as Mad Dog Mark Wright reigned in lefts and rights on the former Ultimate Champion, Skrabal Stanzas. Backstage, however, The War Queen Leah Aguero is seen standing in the gorilla position watching the Game Over Penitentiary Match on the monitors. She seems focused as her gaze does not detract from the screen the entire time with her arms folded in front of her. Jed Coffey comes up from behind her and taps her on the shoulder.
Jed Coffey: Hey, L. You’re almost up. We should probably get some last minute stretching in before you go out there with the masked Schmuck.
The War Queen doesn’t respond, or even break her stare, outside of a single finger signifying for Jed Coffey to wait a moment. On the screen, Mad Dog Mark Wright is still giving it to Skrabz to the delight of the crowd. Out of nowhere, Skrabz grabs Mad Dog around the neck and drops him with the Mic Check. The cheers for Mad Dog are soon replaced by boos as it is almost academic. Neisha Whitehead counts the fall 1...2...3. The bell is rung and Kimberly Brooks is quick to make the final announcement.
Kimberly Brooks: And the winner of this match and NEW Number One Contender to the MHW Ultimate Championship… Skrabz!!!
Jed Coffey’s mouth has dropped wide open as he puts his hands on his head and pulls his hair back in shock that Skrabal Stanzas will get his shot at the War Queen Leah Aguero’s MHW Ultimate Title. Leah, however, shows a faint smirk before turning and walking away to get ready for her defense against El Diablo Blanco.
Throwdown Episode 38
September 19th, 2021
Inside the ring, Gabriel Ohio has the Soul Reaper locked in tight. Skrabz body, after enduring twenty-five minutes of a Last Match Standing Match final goes limp. Regina Ball has no choice but to make her count. 1...2...3… The fans in attendance seem to be a bit split at this point. While many Mile High fans are not fans of Skrabal Stanzas, they aren’t Gabriel Ohio fans either. 4...5...6… A sinister sneer comes across the face of Gabriel Ohio as he sees Skrabz isn’t moving. 7...8...9...10. The crowd falls silent as they cannot believe what they just saw. While rare that Skrabal Stanzas ever loses in Mile High Wrestling, he’s never lost twice to the same individual. Ohio is given no time to take in his victory as a chorus of boos erupt. The Queendom have entered the ring and The War Queen Leah Aguero stands tall over the fall Skrabal Stanzas. Both Jed Coffey and Layla Diaz are also in the ring, flanking either side of their Queen. Leah removes the MHW Ultimate Title from around her waist and raises high in the air. The boos reign in even stronger only, this time, something is different. Even the War Queen takes notice. There are some members of the audience cheering and applauding the War Queen. As she gazes out into the crowd, there are pockets of fans taking knees and bowing before their Queen. A puzzled look on Leah’s face quickly turns to a smirk before she squats down closer to Skrabz’s body.
Leah Aguero: They tell me you’re the GOAT. I’m not so sure.
The War Queen shoves the belt right into the face of Skrabal Stanzas and rubs it in for good measure. Leah rises back to her feet and holds the belt up high again with an evil smirk. Coffey and Diaz open the ropes and allow for Leah to exit the ring. Taken aback by the response the Queendom is receiving, they head back up the ramp. A few fans are even reaching over to try and high five their Queen. None obliged except for Jed Coffey who likes the admiration.
At the top of the ramp, The Queendom meets Gabriel Ohio. After a quick glance, the unit walks right on by.
Throwdown Episode 39
October 3rd, 2021
The War Queen Leah Aguero passes through the curtains, visibly angered by what transpired in the ring moments ago when Skrabz came out to the ring after her tag team match with Gabriel Ohio against Chris Mosh and Anastasia Baudelaire. Taking a momentary pause to regain her composure she pushes forward.
Charly Santos: How could you let him punk you like that out there?
Again, The War Queen stops in her tracks. A slight scowl comes across her face as she turns to see Charly Santos, the fan that won the right to spend the day with the Queendom.
Leah Aguero: What did you say?
Charly Santos: My Queen. He was right there where you wanted him. You had the opening. You could have just clobbered him. Instead, you just grabbed your belt and walked away. That’s not the Queen I’ve seen on television.
The War Queen approaches Charly Santos and gets so close that Santos is pressed up against the concrete wall. Leah stares down at the barely five foot even Santos.
Leah Aguero: You know not of which you speak, peasant. In war you mustn't be reactionary. It’s cold. It’s calculated. You strike when the moment is right; not by going half cocked at every beat like that man, Skrabal Stanzas. He shall get what’s coming to him when the time is right. For now, however, he shall have his false sense of security. Do you understand me?
Sheepishly, Charly Santos barely lets out a response.
Charly Santos: yes.
Leah Aguero: I can’t hear you? DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
Charly Santos: YES, my Queen. I understand you.
Leah Aguero: Good. Now let’s go.
The War Queen walks off as the rest of the Queendom, Jed Coffey and Layla Diaz, collect Charly Santos and walk off.
Later that evening
The War Queen is crouched down in a dark corner halfway up the aisle way as she watches on as Skrabz gains yet another victory; this time against Azurine Vebbins. Skrabz stands over Vebbins in disappointment over her showing tonight when The War Queen motions for the troops to attack. Jed Coffey and Layla Diaz storm the ring and go straight for the number one contender but he’s ready and waiting. Skrabal Stanzas drops Coffey with the Mic Check causing Coffey to roll out of the way. Before Skrabz can react, Diaz hops up onto his shoulder and wraps her arms around his neck in a choke hold. Flailing around, trying to get Diaz off his shoulders, Skrabz finally flips her over onto the ground. Using the distraction, however, The War Queen slides in under the bottom rope and smashes the MHW Ultimate Title straight into Skrabz’s face; laying him out cold. Leah rises to her feet with a smile on her face. Looking around at the audience, there’s a mixture of cheers and boos. The War Queen’s gaze goes down to Skrabz’s body and that smile turns to disgust. Leah motions for Diaz to get Coffey as she stands closer to Skrabz, resting the foot of her boot against his head. The War Queen looks out at her subjects in the crowd.
Leah Aguero: SKRABAL STANZAS WILL KNEEL BEFORE THEE LIKE THE PEASANT HE IS!!!
Diaz lifts Skrabz’s head up off the mat to position it so that he can kiss the War Queen’s boot. The fans are getting louder, still separated by a series of cheers and boos. Charly Santos has even made her way ringside to watch on but not getting in the ring. Like the true Queen that Leah Aguero is, she looks on at her Queendom and waves to the crowd just as Diaz moves Skrabz’s head closer to the boot. Skrabz pushes Diaz off of him and quickly drops The War Queen with a Mic Check. Diaz, not expecting this, stutter steps for just a second before charging Skrabz. Skrabz grabs Diaz and plants her with the Snare Clap. A section of the crowd erupts at the number one contender fighting back against the Queendom. Charly Santos is on the outside of the ring debating where or not she should get inside the ring and defend her Queendom despite not being a trained wrestler. Inside the ring, Skrabal Stanzas has grabbed the MHW Ultimate Title off the ground for the first time in a very long time. He just stares at it before dropping it next to the champion, Leah Aguero. Skrabz leaves the ring and finally Charly Santos slides in to check on her Queen.
Throwdown Episode 40
October 17th, 2021
Skrabal Stanzas stands in the ring with Mighty J Jed Coffey lined up in his sights. He blasts the big man with a Dome Adjustment. Still reeling from the hit, Coffey staggers into his second Mic Check in as many weeks. This time, however, Skrabz lays atop Coffey and collects his 1...2...3. Elated to get one over the Queendom, Skrabz celebrates his victory in the ring. It is not long lasting, however, as The War Queen Leah Aguero is in the ring. She rushes the number one contender with the MHW Ultimate Championship, trying to hit him in the face just like two weeks ago. This time, Skrabz sidesteps the rush. Leah flies past him but Skrabz doesn’t realize Layla Diaz is right behind him. Diaz drops down to one knee and low blows Skrabz with ferocity. Skrabz drops down to his knees, clutching at his nether regions. Taking advantage of the situation, both Diaz and Leah start stomping away at Skrabz.
Leah Aguero: Diaz, get a chair and let's end this piece of shit.
A smile comes across the face of Diaz as she rolls out of the ring to grab a chair. Unseen on the footage, though, is Queendom Super Fan, Charly Santos, is in the arena and handing Diaz a chair. Meanwhile, in the ring, Leah is mounted atop Skrabal Stanzas and just raining forearms into his skull. The War Queen sees Diaz getting back in the ring and stops the attack long enough to grab the chair. The boos in the crowd are drowning out any Queendom fans in attendance tonight. Skrabz is trying to get himself back up to his feet but The War Queen is standing over him with the chair. She swings it almost like a baseball bat right into Skrabz’s face. Not content, The War Queen repeatedly hits Skrabz over and over again all over his body with the chair. Charly Santos is on the outside pounding on the mat with each hit cheering on her Queen just happy that she was involved in the attack by providing the chair. Finally, Leah lands one last hit from the chair and drops it to the mat. Perhaps satisfied with her actions, perhaps exhausted from the abuse she was delving out. The War Queen, heavily breathing, stares down at Skrabal Stanzas’s broken body with an intensity like no other. Diaz is on hand to give Leah her MHW Ultimate Championship. The War Queen mounts Skrabz once more and shoves the belt into his face, just grinding it into his forehead and temple as she yells at him.
Leah Aguero: You think you’re hot shit, huh? How do you feel now? You will not take this belt from me Skrabz. My time is now. The Queendom’s time is now. You’re old news. Your time has come and gone. This ain’t 2020 no more, Skrabz. You will kneel before your Queen!
The War Queen inches in even closer, squishing Skrabz’s face with the belt even harder.
Leah Aguero: You lousy piece of shit. Go back to being a feature on someone else’s shit. Go back to your trailer and smoke yourself stupid because you will not beat the real mother fucking G.O.A.T. I’m the War Queen and at Black Magic you will kiss my boot.
Diaz is motioning to Leah that enough is enough for now. She’s proved her point. Coffey, still a little dazed, joins the rest of the Queendom as they pose over Skrabal Stanzas’s body. As they exit the ring and head towards the back, Charly Santos follows them despite the Queendom not knowing why she’s even here.
October 29th, 2021
Inside the Queendom Residence, there was an eerie calm. Stowed away in the basement, a location we have come to know quite well, we see Jed Coffey and Layla Diaz having a verbal altercation about an unwanted guest that won’t seem to go away. As the cameras push past them, we see our MHW Ultimate Champion The War Queen Leah Aguero, as always, perched atop her homemade throne. Clad in knee high black boots, a black skirt with shorts underneath and a dark plaid halter top. She has a remote in one hand as she is clicking through her very own DVD available at MHWshopzone.com; War Queen Leah Aguero: Becoming the Queen of MHW. The index menu currently on the television screen across the room features matches ranging from her debut match against Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton all the way up to her MHW Ultimate Title defense against Eavan “Krigare” Maloney. As she thumbs through, the unwanted guest arrives once more.
Charly Santos: My Queen. Your crown is ready.
Charly Santos is on one knee before the War Queen with a crown held up in the air. The War Queen reaches out and grabs the crown to inspect.
Leah Aguero: Not shiny enough.
The War Queen throws the crown off camera landing with a clunking sound.
Charly Santos: My apologies, My Queen. I will do a better job.
The War Queen rolls her eyes as she dismisses the super fan. A disgusted scoff comes from the Queen’s mouth before readjusting herself on the throne and focusing in on the camera before her.
Leah Aguero: I know what you all are thinking. You think I’m delusional, that I’m filled with wishful thinking, living some fantasy life that I’ve built up inside my own head. You think I’ve taken a one way trip to cloud-cuckoo-land and lost my ticket back. The reality of the situation is I am finally right where I belong as the leader of the pack. I have spent years working my way up from the bottom in order to take my seat on the throne. Am I a little crazy for making the proverbial throne into an actual physical manifestation of that idea? Perhaps, but then again, it’s my world and you all are just living in it. I am your Queen and you are all my subjects. And yet there’s still one out there that seems fit to cause unruly chaos in my Queendom in an ill fated attempt to take the throne back from me. You see, a long time ago, like a really long time ago, there lived a tyrannical King that believed himself to be God’s gift to wrestling. He “ruled” the MHW Kingdom with an iron fist and did nothing to benefit anyone other than himself. This Mad King was so drunk with power that he conducted himself in a manner that would leave him beheaded in my Queendom. Many tried, many failed. There were some that found a way to win a battle against the Mad King but never the war. When the key to the Kingdom was on the line, all fell at his feet. It took a reset of sorts to upend the Mad King and take away his precious crown as MHW Ultimate Champion. Since that day, he has stopped at nothing in an attempt to lay claim to the MHW Ultimate Title crown; a crown your benevolent Queen has held throughout this latest incarnation of Mile High Wrestling. And that brings us to this Sunday’s Black Magic pay per view in which the fallen King of MHW takes on the current Queen of MHW. It’s a story longer than anything J.R.R. Tolkien could have ever written. The Mad King believes he is already the uncrowned Ultimate Champion but your Queen would beg to differ for, you see, The Mad King has never faced your Queen in a one on one match before.
The War Queen crosses her legs at the knee and clasps her hands together in front of her with her elbows resting on the arms of the throne.
Leah Aguero: Mile High Wrestling believes it captured my ascension to becoming the Queen of MHW. They believe they witnessed the rise of a spry young talent that threw up her War Queen Ws into the face of MHW that you see today. Over the course of my time here in Mile High Wrestling, I’ve sprinkled tidbits of my past, from timid child to violent twenty-something, but none of you know the true War Queen. This Sunday at Black Magic, I have the biggest match of my entire career. Make no bones about it, I am taking my match with Skrabal Stanzas very seriously. Skrabz is both my greatest threat and shall also be my greatest victory. It shall be the culmination of an entire career validated in one evening.
Hands still clasped, The War Queen uncrosses her legs and leans in closer to the camera.
Leah Aguero: Through the sprinkling of knowledge I bestowed upon all of you through the years, you are already aware that I was not born this way. Introverted and shy, my childhood consisted of me cowering away from threats. For so long, I had never known why. My parents always taught me to turn the other cheek and control myself. Control myself? Control myself from what? What did they fear? What did they see that I did not? Striving to be their perfect daughter I abided and did as they told me. Still, something always felt amiss. There was a hunger inside of me; something I wasn’t ready to embrace. At least, until it couldn’t be controlled any longer. I’ve spoken before about that fateful night in a fraternity house where someone didn’t quite understand that when my friend said “no” it meant “NO”. He spent six months drinking through a straw. On some level I should have felt bad for the extent in which I went but I didn’t. For the first time ever, I felt alive. I wanted to feel that feeling of adrenaline coursing through my veins every second of every day. That’s how I ended up under the employment of a low level mob boss known only as Paul. When people didn’t pay their dues, he sent me. It was the greatest job of my life and it’s there that he gave me the moniker, War Queen. Unfortunately, just like my parents, he wanted to contain me. He said I was getting too violent. He said I used excessive force. He said I raised too many eyebrows, drew too much attention. The man that took me in like a daughter let me go and sent me off to some “trainer” named Clarence Darby to teach me how to “channel” my rage. Well, fuck all of them. They weren’t trying to help me. They were trying to control me. They were trying to contain me.
The War Queen leans back into her throne before continuing.
Leah Aguero: I played along, though. I was a “good” little girl and I listened to what they had to say. It didn’t take long for me to learn the game of manipulation. They thought they were controlling what was inside me but the whole time I was learning how to hide in plain sight. Years went by, no “outbursts” as they would call them; at least none that they knew about. I found a great man in Jay. I rekindled a relationship with my sister, Q. I found professional wrestling; an outlet to “channel” my rage. Try as he might, Jay tried everything he could to train me in a technical style but I just wanted to brawl. I wanted to use my body as a weapon. But, again, I stifled that urge I had inside me. I played second fiddle and encouraged my husband every step of the way. I watched on as he flourished. I even watched on as Q began to find her own footing. Me? I was relegated to tag team competition; never able to step out on my own. It didn’t matter where we went: UWF, APW, Elysium, even OATH. Champions everywhere we went as long as I was teaming with someone else. Again, playing second fiddle.
With lips pursed, The War Queen just shakes her head disapprovingly.
Leah Aguero: Then I came to Mile High Wrestling. No Jay. No Q. Just me. Robert Mack gave me a shot as a singles competitor when no one else would all because he saw spunk and he liked the idea of me throwing my hands up in a W. To be quite honest he was probably just looking for a different type of ass that wasn’t just all these blonde haired bimbos running around his roster. I took the offer, though. I thought I would finally get to be me. No more second fiddle. No more containing myself. Lo and behold, Jansen Myrrh came knocking. There was a caveat though. I still didn’t get to be me. I had to lay low until the time was right. I was furious. Who was this woman that thought she could control me? But I was intrigued. When the time was right, I struck and I struck hard. Everyone in Mile High Wrestling had no choice but to take notice of the War Queen; except the fact that I was again playing second fiddle to Jansen Myrrh. Why? I was the first person to bring gold into the Coven. Gabriel Ohio didn’t win gold until much later. Jansen came up short in her shot at the Ultimate Title. But I’m second fiddle? Jansen, I love you girl, but I’m second fiddle to no one. Mile High Wrestling closed its doors. It came and went and all that was left behind was a legacy created by… Jansen Myrrh.
The War Queen’s head drops slightly as she clicks her tongue.
Leah Aguero: I’m second fiddle to no one any more. I’m finally the person I was always meant to be. That hunger, that emptiness, that desire to lead has been satiated by the return of Mile High Wrestling. Forging my own legacy in the start of Season three, I took matters into my own hands. I finally became the War Queen that I was always meant to be. No more being held back. No more “containment”. No more being the “good girl” all because that’s what someone else wanted. And where did that get me?
A smirk comes across the face of the War Queen as she looks over at the MHW Ultimate Title prominently displayed on a pedestal next to her.
Leah Aguero: When I was finally able to just be me, that happened. All you naysayers out there clamoring about how I’ve lived off of the successes of others never paid attention to a damn thing. MHW Ultimate Title. MHW Hardcore Title. OATH Tabula Rasa Title. When I was finally able to be me, it didn’t matter that I didn’t have a partner. I did it all on my own. I was the one no longer saddled with a tag team partner to get the gold. I was in control. If I wanted to win tag team gold, I would lead the team just like I did in NFW. I made my own Queendom and I’ve left a path of bodies in my way. Azurine Vebbins, Eavan “Krigare” Maloney, “Simply Scandalous” Stephanie Sullivan, El Diablo Blanco, Alejandra “Bullet” Carbajal, Wendy “Zombie” Pelligrini, Chris Mosh, Anastasia Baudelaire. Each and every one of those peasants stepped up to the War Queen and they all tasted my boot. I have carried MHW on my shoulders and I must say, I do like it.
The War Queen pauses, knocking some “dirt” off her shoulder before firing off a smirk.
Leah Aguero: But then there’s you, Skrabz. You were the golden child of Mile High Wrestling. You were granted the keys to the kingdom but what did you do with it? You were arrogant. You were disrespectful. You were ill mannered, insolent and discourteous. You thought only of yourself and it led to the Mile High Club turning their collective backs on you. It led to Robert Mack wanting nothing to do with you. The only reason you’re even still in Mile High Wrestling is because Katrina Mack felt the need to be petty to her husband and sign you back on. I’ve got a newsflash for you, Skrabz, your time is over with. You “led” Mile High Wrestling as the Ultimate Champion but let's be real. It wasn’t until I came along that things truly started to change. It wasn’t until the Coven revealed itself that Mile High Wrestling ventured outside the confines of Denver, Colorado beyond a random spot show. You held the top prize but Mile High Wrestling didn’t become MHW on YOUR shoulders. It took people like me breaking down the status quo around these parts. All that ego going straight to your head but it’s all inflated nothingness. You didn’t take MHW National, we did. And yet you’re still reaping the benefits aren’t you?
The War Queen is starting to shift in her throne, growing more irritated.
Leah Aguero: Mile High Spectacular III was MY night. Your Queen was the main event. Your Queen was the Ultimate Champion. Your Queen retired Eavan “Krigare” Maloney. Meanwhile, you had your ass handed to you by Gabriel Ohio. You see where I’m going with this? The payouts were announced publicly and lo and behold, shocker, Skrabal Stanzas is the highest paid athlete of the night. Are you fucking kidding me? Here you have a man living off his former glory just trying to stay relevant while your Queen rids MHW of false prophets and leaves Mile High Wrestling a better place but for pennies on the dollar. You bet your ass that chaps my hide. Fuck the money. Where’s the respect? Where’s the respect that I deserve carrying this fucking company?
The War Queen stops herself from going further. She places her hands out and takes a deep breath to recompose herself.
Leah Aguero: This Sunday at Black Magic, it’s the culmination of two seasons. When I came into MHW, you were hot shit. I didn’t see it but I at least put some respect on your name. I knew I had a goal. It wasn’t just about getting to the mountain top. It was about slaying the beast when I reached that summit. I dug my hands in and I got dirty. I worked my way up from the very bottom. I didn’t cherry pick opponents. I asked for the best and I got the best that Mile High Wrestling had to offer. You were supposedly the very best around these parts. People put you on a pedestal so I knew what level I needed to get to. I slayed damn near every opponent I ever came across to work my way up to you. Did I ever get that chance? Fuck no. Time and time again I sat by as Tyke Index got shot after shot. As Bullet got a shot. I bit my tongue as I watched a woman that is almost like a sister to me, Jansen Myrrh, got a shot.
The War Queen tosses her arms up and mouths sorry to the Jansen Myrrh statement.
Leah Aguero: This Sunday, I get my shot at you. I get my shot at proving to all of Mile High Wrestling and all the world that the legend of Skrabz is just that, a legend. This Sunday, the War Queen defends her empire against a former tyrant that is a shell of his former self. Only, this time, I have the power. This ain’t some throwaway ten man tag team match in which you’re teaming up with some Shieldmaidens. This is you and me, one on one. I’ve got the power. I’ve got the MHW Ultimate Title. You’re the one that has to prove something to me. Look all around you, Skrabz. Take a moment and look around the landscape. This isn’t 2020. The keys to the Kingdom are in my hands. The people, the Mile High Club, don’t want you. They would even choose me, ME, over the likes of you. I’m the one that destroyed their pathetic backyard hero. I’m the one that snipped the hair and retired one of their precious Shieldmaidens. I’m the one that caved in the face of their beloved Zombie. Skrabz, you’ve faced many people in your time here in MHW, but you’ve never had me mano y mano.
The War Queen cracks her knuckles by putting a fist into her open palm before continuing.
Leah Aguero: The Era of the War Queen will not end on October 31st. It shall continue and the Queendom will reign supreme. I have one mission at Black Magic and that is to expose you just like I’ve exposed each and every obstacle that has come in my path. Skrabal Stanzas, your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper. The truth is you’ve never been more than just a feature on someone else’s track. Your cult-like following doesn’t expand past an underground UK scene that’s been dead for the past eight years. You’re still living in 2013 but the times have changed. The only feature you’re getting is by doing a duet on TikTok singing “I’m an Island Boy”.
Jed Coffey: Cause I’m an Island Boy and I’ve been trying to make…
An interruption from Jed Coffey off camera infuriates The War Queen. With a piercing stare off camera we can hear Jed apologize.
Leah Aguero: Skrabal Stanzas, favorite fighter’s favorite fighter. I know you think you got this. You think I’m just like any other opponent that has come before me. Take the same shots. Underestimate you. Name your losses. The truth is you’ve amassed a pretty impressive win loss record but like I said before, you ain’t gone against the War Queen solo before. We can sit here all day long and focus on the fact that Gabriel Ohio has taken you to task not once but twice this season. Instead, let’s name my losses here in season three; the season of the War Queen.
The War Queen raises a fist in the air.
Leah Aguero: Count ‘em. That was quick wasn’t it. No one, NO ONE, has been able to topple the Queen throughout season three here in Mile High Wrestling and yet you think you’re the one that’s going to do it? Obsessed with the MHW Ultimate Title, that is the only thing on your mind. Reclaiming a glory that was “taken” from you. Well, the closest you’re getting to this MHW Ultimate Title, MY Ultimate Title, is when I cracked it over your skull. The closest you’re getting to tasting this glory is when I raked this best against your face; when a mixture of your own blood and sweat dripped down into that gullet of yours. You want this title back so bad? Come and get it because this match isn’t just about the MHW Ultimate Title. You want the belt back but you’re looking right through me to get to it. I’m staring you straight in the eyes. The Era of the War Queen will continue and that pinnacle moment when I’m standing at the mountain top and I defeat “MHW’s Greatest” there will be nothing else for you to do but bend thy knee and kiss my boot. You spend all this time talking about a Man Like Skrabz but that’s just because you haven’t met a Woman Like Leah. I get the job done BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY! Are you willing to go that extra mile all in the name of the MHW Ultimate Title? I am and I’m willing to do whatever is necessary to slay the beast and be recognized as the Queen of MHW. I will take my seat at the throne and continue to rule over my Queendom. They are already turning. Each week, more and more of the masses are accepting their fate, taking a knee and bowing before their Queen. Accept your fate, Skrabz. Do it, just like the jester, just like the false prophet, just like each and every peasant has done before and will continue to do after you. KNEEL BEFORE ME AND KISS THEY BOOT!
Riled up, The War Queen is half out of her seat as she screams towards the camera. Heavy breathed, Leah sits back down at her seat and slows her breathing. Charly Santos reenters the view with a spotless crown. She kneels before her Queen with a bowed head. Leah reaches down and grabs the crown out of Charly’s hands and places it atop her head. Charly rises to her feet but with head still bowed.
Leah Aguero: You wish to consider yourself a member of the Queendom?
Charly Santos: Yes, my Queen. It’s the only thing in the world I want at this moment.
Leah Aguero: At Black Magic this Sunday, you prove yourself worthy to be a member of the Queendom? Do you understand me?
Charly Santos: Yes, my Queen.
Leah Aguero: By any means necessary.
Charly Santos: Of course, my Queen.
Leah Aguero: You are dismissed.
Charly Santos quickly exits the shot as The War Queen adjusts the crown and looks over at the MHW Ultimate Title. She then turns her attention back to the camera.
Leah Aguero: Greatest threat but also the greatest victory. This is the moment I have been training for all my life. This is the moment all restraint, all control, all reserve goes out the window and every bit of rage, fury and rampage is channeled in one direction. It is you, Skrabal Stanzas. The false prophet has been defeated. The jester has fallen. Now, the beast will be slayed. The reign shall continue for I am not a Mad King such as yourself but rather a War Queen. Good day, peasant.
The cameras continue to zoom in on a very focused War Queen Leah Aguero before fading to black.
Skrabz celebrates his victory in the ring after defeating Jed Coffey.
Out of nowhere, Leah comes flying at Skrabz' face with the MHW Ultimate Championship, but he side steps.
The music cuts off and Layla Diaz is behind Skrabz with a low blow! The fans are booing mostly.
Skrabz has dropped to his knees, and to the mat face first. Leah is back to her feet and joins Layla Diaz in stomping away at Skrabz.
Wavy Crockett: This is what Skrabz needs to expect. Leah Aguero is a real Champion. She will win at all costs. He's gotta be better prepared.
Leah tells Layla something and Layla quickly rolls out of the ring, while Leah rolls Skrabz over to his back, mounts him, and starts laying into him with hard forearms.
Ray Hudson: The Champ is really getting the best of Skrabz here, for sure.
Layla rolls back into the ring with a steel chair and Leah gets off of Skrabz, looking around the arena at the sea of booing fans.
Layla hands the steel chair off to the War Queen and she smirks, looking down at Skrabz, who is trying to get up.
Leah swings the chair almost like a baseball bat into the face of Skrabz, who was sitting up. And then she starts smashing the chair over Skrabz' body over and over and over and over as the boos get louder and louder.
Finally Leah drops the chair off to the side, breathing heavily with intensity in her eyes. Layla hands Leah her Ultimate Champipnship.
Ray Hudson: Well she definitely looks ready for Black Magic. I'll give her that. I just don't like the way she's showcasing it.
Wavy Crockett: She don't care about your feelings, Ray. Kneel before her and shut the fuck up.
Leah mounts Skrabz again, holding the belt in front of his face and yelling that he will not take the belt from her in two weeks. She yells at him that he needs to understand his time has passed and that his time on top ended in 2020.
Leah pushes the belt into Skrabz' face hard, cussing at him some more, before getting back to her feet and holding her Championship high in the air for everyone to see.
Skrabal's Motel Room
Orlando, Florida October 18th 2021 1.25AM
Skrabal swayed and stumbled on his feet as he walked slowly across the parking lot, it's lose gravel surface crunching beneath the soles of his black and red Jordan 4's as he limped towards his room. He swiped his entry card one, two, three times before it finally worked and the door clicked open. He made his way inside slowly, using the wall for support, partly due to his inebriation and partly as a consequence of the viscous beating handed to him by Leah Aguero. Skabal removed his hoody, followed by his black Toll Gang T-Shirt, as he made his way towards the bathroom, stopping to pic up a bottle of beer from his box of beers along the way. Inside the bathroom he twisted the lid off the beer and took a long drink before turning to the sink. He placed his beer on the shelf, next to his toothbrush, then placed his hands on the sink.
There he stood, hunched over, his head down, breathing heavily.
Layla Diaz is behind Skrabz with a low blow!
After a few moments he raised his head and made eye contact with himself in the mirror in-front of him. He raised his right hand to his brow.
Leah swings the chair almost like a baseball bat into the face of Skrabz, who was sitting up. "Leah Aguero is a real Champion... real Champion. She will win at all costs... all Costs"
He traced his fingertips along the line of stitches in his eyebrow. His fingers continued on, tracing the dried blood as it contoured around his cheekbone and down to his jaw line. He placed his hand back on the sink, bracing his weight on it, as his eyes continued scanning his body and the many bruises covering his ribs, chest and abdomen.
Leah starts smashing the chair over Skrabz' body over and over and over and over "The Champ is really getting the best of Skrabz here getting the best of Skrabz here"
He lifts his head up and stares deep into his own eyes, anger burning in the depths of his core.
Leah mounts Skrabz again, holding the belt in front of his face and yelling that he will not take the belt from her in two weeks. "She don't care about your feelings. 'Bout your feelings."
His heart rate rises and his chest heaves with each breathe.
Leah pushes the belt into Skrabz' face hard, cussing at him some more, before getting back to her feet and holding her Championship high in the air for everyone to see. "Kneel before her and shut the fuck up. Shut the Fuck up. The Fuck up...."
He looked away from the mirror, setting his gaze towards the cracked tiled flooring. His heart rate slowed and after a few moments he grabbed his beer from the shelf and stumbled back into the wall behind him. He slid down the wall into a seated position on the bathroom floor. He stared into the space in front of him, his glassy eyes set on nothing in particular.
July 11, 2018 Candi comes behind Skrabz again, trying to get him in The Confessional once more, but Skrabz drops her with another Mic Check, and quickly slides over her, into pinning position. One Two Three!
Skrabal lifted his beer to his mouth and took a drink, his mind racing.
August 30, 2018 Skrabz dropped to one knee, as Solomon stumbled back to his feet, breathing hard. Solomon grabbed Skrabz by the back of the head, and Skrabz jumped up and dropped The Lost Child with his second Mic Check!!!!! One. Two. Three!
Skrabal held the beer bottle in his right hand, spinning it slowly, the bottom of the bottle scraping on the cracked titled flooring as he reminisced.
June 9, 2019 Skrabz went for the Mic Check again, but Solomon pushed Skrabz away. Solomon ran at him with another flying knee attack, but Skrabz sidestepped. They turned into each other and Skrabz caught Solomon Cain in the Snare Clap!!! One. Two. Three!
He lifted the bottle to his mouth for another drink as the memories flashed by.
July 21, 2019 Skrabz crawls over to the ropes, using them for leverage as he gets to his feet. He staggers over and reaches for Bullet and pulls her up and drops her a third time with the Mic Check before rolling her over and covering her. One. Two. Three!
September 15, 2019 Skrabz just looks down at Tyke in disgust before placing his hand on Tyke's head and shoving him off. Skrabz backs up to the corner like he's about to steal Coke Mountain again, but instead brings out the Death Penalty Kick!!! One. Two. Three!
November 24, 2019 (46:02) Skrabz gets to the corner before running at Tyke with his DPK!!! He hooks the leg. One. Two. Three! (43:49) Eventually Tyke starts moving and slowly tries to get to his feet. As Tyke gets to one knee, Skrabz grows impatient and goes to pull him all the way up but Tyke hits him with a rolling German. And another. And another! And then Skrabz hits him with a Mic Check before he can hit any more! One. Two. Three!!!
Skrabal rubbed his shoulder as he remembered the pain of being locked in the Tyke's Crippler Cross Face at the end of their Iron Man match.
February 2, 2020 Jansen is already up and on her knees and starting to get to her feet as Skrabz finally flips her off and drops her with a third Mic Check One. Two. Three!
A smile rose at the edges of his lips as thought of his victory over Jansen Myrrh in the city he grew up in. He took a sip of his beer, toasting the memory.
February 16, 2020 Forge has the upper hand for the remainder of the match until Skrabz hits him with Two Quick Left Jabs, followed by a Mic Check!!!!! One. Two. Three! Forge exits the ring and the ref hands Skrabz both of his belts and he ends the show celebrating as fireworks go off.
Skrabal stood up from the cold bathroom floor, his brightest memories fading in his minds eye. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, dried blood still highlighting his facial structure, bruises and welts covering his torso. He shook his head and looked away, anger rising in him once more, he kicked the empty beer bottle at the wall then left the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
Skrabal's Motel Room
Little Rock, Arkansas
24th October 2021
An irate Skrabal slams the door closed behind him and storms into his rented accommodation. He throws his gym bag across the room, into a wall, hard. He takes a joint from his box of joints and lights it then begins pacing the room as he smokes. His phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out, the screen reads "Video Call from Ty". Skrabal swipes at the screen answering the call.
"My G!" Ty exclaims, a smile beaming on his face that quickly rescinds as he becomes aware of Skrabl's current mood.
"Bredda, the fuck gotten into you? Where you at?!"
"Shit, it can't be that bad!." Ty quips, attempting to lighten the mood.
"Nah? Tell me whatchu heard about Arkansas, in detail..."
"Exactly!" Skrabal snaps again, this time with an undertone of humour.
"I hear you. Still I ain't think that's what wrong widya."
"It's bullshit fam! I nah you seen how man's been treated lately."
"I seen it, I seen it.."
"That ain't all fam, nah! Jus' as I be about take back the strap they say, nah, get it done an' go home, come back next year'. Bullshit!"
"I getchu, I done heard it was an early finish now. Still, ya nah I always appreciate ya confidence but that War Queen no joke..."
"Fam this entire ting been a joke since May."
"Naw you ain't mean that, you gettin' worked up and carried away widya self."
Skrabal doesn't reply.
"Any way, look bredda you jus' gotta do whatcha do, focus on the night at work not the day after it. And when it come time to go to work you gotta keep ya head on ya shoulders my G, you know she prob'ly ain't gonna be alone out there. What''s his name? He sit at the table, fought Chris Mosh a few years back..."
"Wavy Crockett innit."
"Yeah that him, he had it right you know. You shoulda been prepared for that shit but since you weren't you got all kindsa fucked up. I see those stitches. So hope you learned somthin' coz that's the shit you needs to be focussin' on."
Again Skrabal doesn't reply.
"Plus you lookin' at it backwards anyway. You go out there, do whatchu do, and you comin' back to London wid that strap on your shoulder."
"I hear that."
"I knew you would. So what whatchu doin' then?"
"Catchin' the dub, raisin' the strap, an' jumpin' straight pon a plane back to yard." A hint of self doubt edges his words but goes unnoticed by Ty.
"That sound like a plan bredda. I'mma see ya soon. Toll"
Skrabal swipes at the phone, ending the call, and continues smoking his joint and pacing the room.
I don't get mad, I get productive These fuckwits already know I'm nuttin to fuck wit' I been up top where the Gods sit Did it through my own work fam never sucked dick Listen!.. I ain't bitchin' about the game I'm jus' sayin I'm doin' me don't be strayin' into my lane Ain't say it loud; their frame afraid a the weight These bitches talk in whispers it's poor an' they ain't ashamed
You might not wanna co-sign it, but shit If I ain't top five all time; you takin' the piss! Pick a fighter you think liver than this that guy a myth Grind for my pride in the ring this shit be why I exist! They ain't wanna put BIG SKRABZ on they list That be fine I ain't pissed... Jus' don't be actin' like this Mi' High shit ain't been mine when it is!
Skrabal's Motel Room
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Skrabal sits on the black sofa in his New Orleans motel room, his right eye crowned by a row of stitches weaved through his brow. He slouches in his chair but keep his head up, his confident stare set firmly on his phones camera. He lifts a joint to his mouth and inhales deeply, an exhale follows, carrying with it a cloud of pungent smoke.
He speaks slowly, calmly.
"These words spell the belt is mine now at Black Magic"
He laughs smugly and shakes his head.
"Nah, I said... These words? SPELLS! The belt is MINE! Now that's BLACK MAGIC!
He laughs arrogantly then takes another toke on his joint. He reaches for a bottle of beer from his ever present box of beers.
"Not long left now fam."
He twists the lid off the bottle.
"Black Magic soon come."
He takes a quick drink.
"Biggest main event in Mi' High history"
He takes another quick drink.
"Man like Skrabz, Leah Aguero, one on one for first the first time ever. Big strap on the line."
He finishes his beer and drops the bottle on the floor.
"It be bitter-sweet though... nah it be more like bitter-fuck you coz this how they gonna do me?"
He stares into the camera, disgust, anger and contempt mingling on his face,
"After five months on the grind, jus' as I be about to stomp my way right back to the tippy top they closin' the doors. Well shit, London be along way from Denver or wherever the fuck they plan on pitchin' back on up in, an' when I take that big strap back to yard wit' me I might not feel to make the journey back here come January. I might jus' take that shit home an' put it pon my wall, permanently.... Or maybe not, shit I guess you gonna have to wait an' see innit."
His arrogant stare lingers on the camera for several seconds before he takes another toke on his joint, followed by another one, and another one.
"But it finally happenin'... Man like Skrabz an' the War Queen, one on one, big strap on the line."
He reaches for another beer and twists the lid off before continuing.
"Leah I don't blame you fam. Shit, in your position many woulda done the same ting. I get it, shit I be the only one here that does. The pressure, the stress. Shit it be a hard time there at the top. All those eyes on ya, the paranoia getchu in a second. You had it a lil harder than me too coz lets be real... I jus' set the standard, you the one been havin' to try live up to it."
With arrogance radiating from his core he smirks at the camera before taking a long drink of beer.
"How she been doin' then?"
He finishes his second beer and drops the bottle on the floor.
"Shit I can't lie fam. You stared out strong, you earned your shit wit' that big four way ting pon the first show back then caught a big dub from Bullet to take the strap. True say when ya first got your hands on the shit ya coulda said you earned it... Prollem for you is it ain't never been yours to earn in the first place. Coz e'rybody know I ain't ever lose the ting, it be well documented, I ain't have to tell ya. But fam I ain't ever lose the ting! So that mean for the past five months you been walkin' 'round wit my property..."
He re-lights his joint and takes a couple of rapid tokes and then stubs it out.
"But they say you a real champion... I think they lyin'! Coz you ain't even have the pedigree to respect the legacy I done built wit' it. I respect ya drive to keep the shit, kinda, but ya methods offend me, for real. Coz man like Skrabz repped the ting true, on his ones, time in - time out, gettin' the job done! You?..."
He leans forwards and locks his eyes on the camera.
He laughs and shakes his head then leans back again.
"Well you caught dub after dub after I can't lie but shit, if it ain't Diaz or Coffey backin' you up, you got Jansen Myrrh handlin' tings for ya. An' they call you a real champion too. Coz you do it by any means necessary... Fam when you got three other heads fightin' ya corner the only ting it means is you ain't necessary.... But still you started so strong... on your ones, like a champion innit. Turned up after winnin' the strap an' whooped El D all over that there Magness Arena bu...."
He stops himself, uncharacteristically biting his tongue.
"You took yourself a lil trophy witchu too then made it a habit. Yeah you walked 'round like the big dick for a minute or two, ignorin' the doubts. Then it happened though..."
He reaches for another bottle of beer.
He twists the lid off the bottle and throws it across the room.
"Man Like Skrabz an' that War Queen, tag team ting, against lil Miss Maloney an' Bullet. That be when ya saw it up close innit, that's when ya caught sight a the steeze, that's when ya caught a whiff a the greaze an' that be the doubts started gettin' to ya, coz that's when ya saw man like Skrabz in the flesh an' realised that as long as he here you ain't ever a real champion."
He takes a quick drink of beer.
"So what happen nex' fam?.. Two weeks later you out there wit' Diaz and Coffey by ya side an' you been hidin' behind 'em ever since. And like I already done said, I ain't blame ya fam... Shit if I had myself loomin' over my own head I'd want back up too."
He laughs and takes another drink before continuing.
"I gotta give it to ya though, you caught me lackin' back there in Florida, you and ya gyal there, Diaz. Yeah you whooped me good I ain't even about to front, man had all manner a bruises. That shit ain't change nuttin' though did it, it ain't silence the doubts. It' ain't change the fact that you walkin' round with a strap that shoulda never been there to be won... It gotta be hard for you fam. There be other champions here innit, they talk big an' try back it up but ain't nobody else walkin' around knowin' that man like Skrabz out there somewhere wantin' what they got. There be other champions, but ain't a single other one of 'em walk around constantly bein' reminded that man like Skrabz ain't ever lose the strap they posin' wit'. An' that right there be the true measurement a your success so far, coz they ain't let you forget that shit while at the same time El D out there wit' that Phoenix Strap an' I ain't ever lose that shit either... But ain't nobody remind hima that. Why you think that is?"
He finishes his beer and drops the bottle on the floor.
"Ya seen you had it all twisted from the start, e'ry single one of ya. Coz the belt ain't make the champ, nah! The champ make the belt an' that Mil' High Ultimate title was made by man like Skrabz!... But they say you finally got an opportunity to make it ya own. They say you got an opportunity to finally prove yaself. Live on Splat, right there in that Smoothie King Center... Your opportunity to prove yaself... Shit, that gotta be hard to hear fam. I bet that shit piss you off an' if it don't it should. Coz you the Queen, right? You on the Mi' High throne, right?... Well that shit gotta be gold plated coz ain't nuttin' else been solid aboutchu."
He reaches out of shot for fresh joint, puts it his mouth and lights it.
"Butchu the queen, right?"
He shakes his head while taking a long, deep draw on his joint.
"They wanna talk about real a champion?... Well shit, lets talk about your first night at work wit' the strap on ya shoulder. The War Queen Leah Agurero, that's you innit. It was you an' man like El D, champion verses champion vibe... Like I said earlier you whopped that man all 'round that arena, gotchu yourself a dub but on the level, can you say you proud a that shit? You earned that, did ya? Nah, I ain't think ya did, as a matter a fact fam I know ya didn't, and that shit right there be what your Queendom built on.... That shit be emberrassin' fam.
He shakes his head again, disgust etched on his face.
"That'd leave me dead inside... Butchu boast on it. Coz you the queen, right?"
He laughs, despite the disgust emanating from within him,and takes another toke.
"Ya nah I shouldn't be laughin' coz ain't none a this shit been funny... When I take a step back an' look at the entire ting, I had to buy a ticket jus' to come back an' watch you make a mockery outta e'ryting I done did in the past. I had to go through five other bodies in one night to get a shot at what's already mine an' now I got it they shuttin' this shit down again. After five months a work, after five months wit' my head down, grindin' the only way I know how, I'mma get jus' a couple minutes wit' the ting I been doin' it all for, an' you know what?"
He looks into the camera, intensity burning in his bloodshot eyes,.
"That shit worth e'ry second!... That shit be worth the sleepless nights, it be worth gettin' choke slammed through a table. That shit be worth gettin' dropped off a car, it be worth gettin' my head bust open. That shit be worth the cuts an' contusion, it be worth e'ry drop a sweat an' blood I ever shed for it an' if I had half a chance I'd do it all again an' more... Ya nah despite the hate, despite the bullshit, man like Skrabz done lived an' breathed Mi' High Wrestlin' for three years straight an' I'd rather never live another day than see you walk out wit the strap this Sunday."
He pauses, his confident stare locked on the camera.
"But shit, that ain' gonna be a prollem."
He shrugs his shoulders and takes a toke on his joint.
"Coz it ain't matter if you bring Diaz an' Coffey, it ain't matter if you bring that neek from the seats."
He reaches for another bottle of beer.
"Butchu the queen, right?... Yeah, an' this ain't gonna be nuttin' but a regicide!"
He twists the lid off his beer.
"Coz they say this be your opportunity an' the reason for that be real simple. That Mi' High Ultimate title belong to man like Skrabz"
He takes drink of beer.
"So come Black Magic."
He looks into the camera, his face a mask of smugness.
"I'm already the champ."
He pauses momentarily, arrogance emitting from every fibre of his being.
"Consider it your title shot."
He maintains eye contact with the camera, a confident smirk on his face, and after a few seconds the video ends.
Admin: There's this too. We can turn this chatroom into a par-dookie!
May 12, 2021 16:00:11 GMT -6
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May 13, 2021 15:05:01 GMT -6
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: It happens, brudda!
Sept 19, 2021 19:49:09 GMT -6