Skrabz vs Desert Rose

Location: Skrabal's Motel Room, Denver, Colorado
Date: 26th June 2018
Time: 8:30am

Skrabal had planned to wake up early today but as it turned out he had barely slept anyway. He had spent the majority of the night tossing and turning while going repeatedly going over in his mind the phone call he was about to make. He took a final deep puff on his breakfast blunt, finished his breakfast beer and hesitantly picked up his phone. A few swipes and taps later and the call was placed.

It went as well as could be expected, given how long Skrabal had been ignoring his sisters calls and messages but in the end he learned that his sister had indeed been to visit their mother in her care home and she was aware that he had lied about visiting their mother before he left the UK. Lucy also knew that their mother no longer recognized Skrabal when he visited and she had worked out that that was probably why Skrabal had lied about it.

Skrabal learned some things too. He learned that Lucy had been visiting their mother frequently in recent weeks and much to his dismay he also learned that his mother remembered every single little thing about his little sister.

When the call was over Skrabal sat alone in that small, grotty chair, leaning forward with his head held in his hands. After a few moments he leaned forward and picked up a bottle of vodka that had been left on the floor from the night before. He leaned back in his chair and sighed as he unscrewed the lid before taking several large gulps from the clear glass bottle.

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Location: Skrabal's motel room, Denver, Colorado
Date: 27th June 2018
Time: 11:45am

Skrabal sits on the floor of his motel room, pen and pad in hand, violently scratching away a page.



With his train of thought lost, Skrabal places the pad and pen on the table then grabs his gym bag and exits the room.

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Location: Skrabal's motel room, Denver, Colorado
Date: 28th June 2018
Time: 3:30pm

The scene opens to a blurry shot of a ceiling as Skrabal fumbles with his phone. He finally gets it propped up on the table in front of him. The camera focuses as he leans back in the chair, putting his left foot up on his right knee and lifting a smoldering blunt to his mouth. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep pull, he flicks the tip of his nose with his thumb as he exhales smoke through his nostrils.

"Oi oi... ya done know man likes to talk, man likes to talk a lot... about a lot, and there's a lot goin' on right now ya see me? There be a whole lot a ting's agwarn pon the last show there, bare bullshit and baitness fam. All over the shop. Man has seen it with these two eyes and they were squintin' I can tell ya that. Ya-nah that kinda I can't believe the shit I'm seein' squint where ya' jus' incredulous at events unfoldin'?"

He takes another deep pull on the blunt then speaks, the smoke drifting over his tongue and escaping his mouth with every word.

"Man was like that. Standard."

He stifles a cough before taking another few quick hits on the blunt.

"I'm sat there start of the show, early tings, backstage tryin'a medicate coz ya-nah man picked up this.. now it ain't a ting, but I got this lil knock pon the... anyway I'm sat there watchin' this lil ol' HCW reunion bullshit thinkin' what is it? you gon' jump pon our ship now yours is sinking? Is that it? Nah, bun that straight off fam, ya get me?"

He shakes his head and laughs, seemingly still in disbelief.

"But then it got worse still blad, can ya believe it? The shit deteriorates even further when the so called worlds greatest athlete runs in throwin' his weight around, and the man ain't weigh all that much to start with fam so he keep chuckin' it here, there and everywhere else and he ain't gonna have nuttin left before too long... But there he was still, sneakin' in like that and jumpin' the bossman all while the bossman so called friend jus' stand back and watch."

He leans forward and squints slightly as he looks in to the camera and cocks his head just a little to the side.

"And right in front of they own boss and ting too."

A quick shake of the head and his expression softens, he smiles slightly as he leans back again in the chair.

"But shit... the bossman go hard in that paint when he wanna, ya feel me? And he got Man like Deuce there with him plus it ain't none a my business yet. So I'm a jus' keep my spyin' eye on it from the side for now and see how it pan out in the long run."

He takes a drink from the bottle of water before continuing.

"Man is just speakin' on what he peepin' on ya dig? And don't think I ain't peep ya tweetin' man's name either, Tyke. Hear me now bredrin, getcha listenin' ears on and cup them both coz I'm a only gonna tell you one time. You keep on gassin' the ting and the ting might jus' blow up in ya face fammo, ya see me?"

He pauses for another drink of water then drops the empty plastic bottle to the floor.

"What is my business then?... Candi fucking Bratton fam. Two weeks in a row blad, two weeks. Twice. Two times! Count them bredrin! Two times man like Skrabz had man like Forge beat and there she go gettin' in the way. Candi fucking Bratton. Walkin' round like she own the place coz she cheated her way to the title, prolly, I ain't even remember that shit to be real with you. Deliberately though! On some Eternal Sunshine shit man has erased that from his memory."

He pauses for a second before continuing.

"I mean a don't even like to say the words blad. Candi fuckin' Bratton, Mile High Champion. It ain't a good look when people say the champions name under they breath fam, it's not, trust.... yeah the fans might cheer for her, sometimes, but when people talk they say my name loud and clear and the same can't be said for Candi fuckin' Bratton. Nah, it's a whisper ting... mumbled words and hushed tones like the baby sleepin'. They said it quick and moved on to the next ting, quick time."

He wedges the blunt between his lips and lights it then speaks with it hanging from his mouth, glowing and bouncing up and down with every word.

"Man knows whatcha asking. Ya askin' what the next ting is, innit?"

He takes a deep drag on the glowing blunt and again exhales the thick white grey smoke as he speaks.

"Me"

He sniffs and smirks arrogantly at the camera.

"I'm the next ting. Man like Skrabz."

He takes another few quick hits on the blunt then places somewhere behind the camera, presumably in an ash tray.

"And the next ting for man before the title? Some pretty lil ting, damn she fine. It a real shame I'm a have to do what I do and we all know how that go... try as she might she ain't stallin' my rise, she ain't alter my stride, Desert Rose could never be a thorn in my side."

He smirks and winks as he leans forward and picks up his phone, a quick tap at the screen and the recording ends.

Location: Denver, Colorado
Date: 1st July 2018
Time: 9:30am

Skrabal walks along the sidewalk with his hood pulled up over his head, his gym bag slung over his shoulder and ear buds plugged deep in to his skull filling it with the aggressive beats and lyrics of Onyx. The music is silenced momentarily as the message alert tone sounds on his phone. Reaching in to his pocket Skrabal pulls the phone out and swipes at the screen revealing the message.


Occasionally glancing ahead to make sure his path is clear Skrabal taps out a message as he walks.


With the message sent Skrabal places his phone back in to his pocket just as he arrives at the gym.

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Location: Skrabal's motel room, Denver, Colorado
Date: 3rd July 2018
Time: 10:30pm

The scene opens with a slightly inebriated and jovial Skrabal sitting on the chair in his motel room drinking from a bottle of beer and holding a glass bong in his left hand. He sits forward and places the bong on the table, behind the camera, then leans back again. Skrabal looks at the camera and smiles smugly then in gruff and off key voice he starts to sing.

"Yooouuu'rrree soooo vaaaaiiiin... An' ya prolly think it all was abooouutchuuu. You're so vaaaaiiiiiin, I know ya think it all was aboutchuuu. Dooontchuuu? Doooontchuuuu?"

He laughs and takes a drink of beer.

"Shit... man ain't usually sing ya-nah."

He puts his hand on his neck, signaling that his throat is sore from his attempt at singing, then drinks the rest of his beer.

"I'm a need some auto-tune I try that again or maybe I'm a jus' leave the singin' to Ace Indigo from now on. I jus' ain't think of a better string a words to sum it up fam, trust." 

He leans forward and places the empty beer bottle on the table behind the camera, when his right hand comes back in to view he holds a partially smoked blunt in it. He twirls the blunt between his index finger and thumb as he talks.

"It ain't all about you though, nah, you got one line in the ting, six words, that's it fam. The rest jus' be man flexxin' with the pen, on an indirect semi-related tip and the real heads they understand, but it might go over some heads like a comb over strand and I guess you kinda bald innit."

He chuckles as he places the blunt in his mouth.

"Ya see man know's where you from coz that piece of information is one of jus' three tings worth knowin' about ya. Number one, you Egyptian. Number two, you pro model on the side fine, on some when ever ya want steeze, you know ya worth there so props to ya on that. The third ting about you is you wrestle, badly. And the ting is you know ya worth there too. You done know you ain't been handlin' ya shit to well recently innit, that why ya had to go back all the way to the first show there to find yaself a highlight to boast about. Man like Skrabz can pick and chose, any week, any match and man made it matter."

He punctuates his speech with an arrogant glare as he finally lights the blunt. After a few puffs his expression changes to a more laid back one.

"Nah but on the real, you did have yaself a lil buzz goin' there for a second or two, managed to catch a few dubs even after Candi fuckin' Bratton bent a chair over your head way back when, you come back shinin' for a while but it soon fade out."

He goes to put the blunt back in his mouth but stops his hand roughly six inches from his face and just watches the smoke rise as he continues talking.

"And it ain't get any brighter for ya this week either, nah it gettin' real dark and gloomy now blad, bleak bredrin, ya see me? It kinda funny how ya name Desert but man about to put you in the shade... I mean how that even work fam? Man is out here defyin' nature now. But ya done know ya name kinda suit you, not Rose coz you in free fall, plummetin'. Desert suit ya coz you arid, dry, featureless as a person, really, but then you oh so hot. And I ain't sayin' you only come here to look good, nah, I'm a sayin' that it just so happen that lookin' good be all you good at."

He takes a long deep pull on his blunt the chuckles as he exhales the smoke.

"I stay kinda jealous of you still though, for one reason. A couple a week back there I seen you got to feel Dat Azz... man like Skrabz is all about Dat Azz fam, and I wouldn't mind to cop a feel maself some time to be real witchu. But then you done took a Bullet last week and man ain't about that a bit. Nah, never that! Man like Skrabz a tear it from the wound and throw it back at three times the speed but you jus' lay down and die."


He pauses for a second and scratches his face lightly with his left hand.

"Now I'm change it up real quick coz ya-nah man has got unfinished business else where still and ya done know I'm talkin' about Trenton Mitchell. I had man like Forge pinned in the tag ting and Candi fuckin' Bratton saved him... and I was about to leave the ring lookin' like a Tarantino scene last week till lil' miss stay puft waddled her self down to the ring and took at swing at man, and don't ya ever forget that either, it ain't like she was out there tryin' a do me a favour, nah."

He pauses again and shakes his head, a frustrated and angry expression creeping across his face.

"She swung at me with that strap and missed, topped off the damage I'd already done inflicted and bust him open by accident. Give me the win and ting. "

He shakes his head again then leans forward and retrieves a bottle of beer from the table, behind the canera.

"Ya think I'm happy with that shit though cuz? Nah fam, far from it. So that's why I know it ain't the last time me and Forge gonna scrap. Nah, I need a legit dub. I just hope Ricky Stanton ain't dead him off at The Rise before our time come."

He pauses to relight his blunt and after a few deep hits continues.

"And as for Candi fuckin' Bratton... if I even lay these eyes on her at the arena this week or anywhere else for that matter, it's on, we fightin'. Right there and then, and if man ain't get his hands on Candi fuckin' Bratton then I'm a take out all a my frustrations on Anya."

He takes a few quick puffs on the blunt and twists the cap off his beer before continuing.

"Talkin' about man's emotions. Man has his emotions in check famalam and I ain't ever been unsure of myself in my life. Bun that! Man is what he say he is and man say he the next MHW Champ so that's what a happen. But you right, about one ting, everyone a get pinned or submit for they own health at some point or another and when that day come for me I'm a stand up and give who ever beat me daps. But that day ain't come yet Rose, you ain't gettin' daps blad. Nah!"

He pauses for a moment and again watches the smoke rise from his slowly burning blunt.

"But it ain't a personal ting though, not a disrespect ting, not really. It a business ting, this just the way our schedules been arranged and every one know man handle his business well, so it ain't gonna go any different to any other week since I been here. But it a real shame fam."

He pauses for a good long drink of beer and few quick hits on his blunt.

"Ya-nah I mean it when a say it's too bad we ain't meet under different circumstances though, on the real. Check the ting fam, man ain't ever retweet nobody before but he retweet you. I know you done seen it and blushed, standard. But the shit true, it would a been so, so good too. Man a give you that captial D like the one in ya name, ya feel me?."

He laughs again before drinking the rest of the beer quickly and placing the bottle on the floor.

"But the circumstances ain't different is they? Nah, they is what they is. Man is gonna get proper naughty with the gyal though still, twist and turn her in to more positions than that rubix cube she play with, on some real triple X rated shit. Only I ain't mean I'm a throw her on top a the sheets. Nah, I mean it's Tentacion, what's that?... I'm a leave her sad and low and dead in the street."


He takes another long deep pull on the blunt and exhales directly at the camera as he leans forward and taps his phone, ending the recording.