Skrabz vs Rock N' Roll God

Location: Skrabals motel room, Denver, Colorado
Date: 20th August 2018
Time: 1.10AM

Skrabal sits on the edge of his bed in his darkened motel room, the only source of light the dimly glowing joint held in his right hand. He shifts his weight and the bed creaks beneath him as he lifts the joint to his mouth, as he draws on it the ember burns brighter casting it's orange glow on Skrabls lower face and fingers. He stands up and walks across the room in darkness. Sitting down in the grubby old chair he flicks on a lamp, a women stirs in the bed and quickly pulls the sheet up over her face to block out the light. Skrabal slides a box of beer closer to his seat and takes quick gulp from a bottle of vodka that was stood on the table before positioning his phone on that same table and hitting record

"Does man feel vulnerable?"

He puffs on his joint, his face a picture of confusion and disgust.

"That's what she asked. Does man feel vulnerable."

He puffs on his joint again, his facial expression unchanging.

"Ya-nah the answer already fam."

He retrieves a bottle of beer from the box next to his seat as he sneers.

"Nah, never!"

He twists the cap from his bottle beer and takes a few mouthfuls.

"I heard them though "Skrabz shook, why else he bring the BCB in?"

He takes another quick drink from the bottle.

"I'm a tell them why innit."

He quickly finishes his beer and half drops half places the empty bottle on the floor as he takes a full one from the box.

"It's funny to me still though. Funny how the gyal callin' me on it the one who couldn't get shit done till she had five bodies backin' her, couldn't ride straight till she got some trainin' wheels and ever since then she runnin' round here jacked up mouth revvin' louder than her engine".

He puffs on his joint and twists the cap off his bottle of beer.

"But does man feel vulnerable? Nah, s'like I already done said, Sam. I done saw ya bitch cliques six on one games comin' so I made a call and brought some Toll man in, then your ting fell a part and them Bricky Boyz had a li'l suttin' and nuttin' with Streetz."

He takes a drink from his bottle of beer.

"But does man feel vulnerable? Nah! I walked in the door sayin' I'm a take it and I took it and ain't nobody gonna take that strap from me. RJ Mitchell ain't gonna do it. Solomon Cain ain't gonna do it. Ain't nobody gonna do it."

He finishes his second beer since the recording began and then takes a moment to finish his joint too. After stubbing it out in the astray on the table his continues.

"That's nex' though, First I got suttin' else. What I got? It's nuttin', jus' lil' replay ting, a round two tip. We 'bout to rewind pon a Craig David vibe ya get me?."

Skrabal leans forward and picks up his phone.

"Ya seen this room I'm sittin' in? We gonna use it to prove a point. We gonna measure some tings, ya get me blad?"

The picture shakes and blurs as the camera attempts to focus while Skrabal moves his phone around.

You got the ceiling up there yeah?

The picture becomes clearer, showing nothing but a yellow, smoke stained white ceiling in desperate need of a clean.

"And down there under my feet we gots the floor, I mean where else would it be fam?"

The picture blurs and shakes again before clearing up to show a well worn carpet. After a few seconds the picture blurs again as Skrabal moves his phone back in to its position on the table. As the image clears Skrabal is seen leaning forward, reaching behind the cameras view. He leans back after a few seconds with another joint clasped between his lips. he removes it and holds it between his fingers as he talks.

"See up there by the ceiling we got man like John Lennon, man like Keith Richards. We got Roger Waters, Paul Mcartney and Axl Rose. Up there by the ceiling, way up there at the tippy top we got man like Roger Daltry and man like Kurt Cobain. There be Angus Young, Steve Tyler and Dave Grohl."

He places the joint back in his mouth and lights it, he takes a deep toke and exhales a lung full of smoke whole shaking his head. He leans down the side of his chair and starts rummaging through his bag, he takes something out and holds it in his hand out of the shot.

"And then down there, way down past the floor, down there in the sewers squirmin' in shit with the rats we got a waste-man like Ace Indigo. Talk about a Rock and Roll God but that's not you fam, nah. You barely a warm up act and plus you manufactured blad, I mean shit they sell ya image in a bag fam, on some Halloween cosplay shit, look."

He brings his hand up in to view to show that he is holding a packaged Rock and Roll God costume. He opens it and takes a second to hold each individual item up so the camera can see it before throwing them all on the floor, puffing on his joint throughout.

"That's you bredrin', jus' some long haired, bum-fluff beard havin', bait hat wearin' poser who so insecure he hasta hide behind those Stevie Wonder glasses."

He laughs and smiles while shaking his head seemingly in disbelief.

"The fuck is you thinkin' Ace? You ain't learn the last time?"

Skrabal looks in to the camera intently, his bloodshot eyes staring with a searing heat as he continues.

"Nah ya had to go ask for more innit. Yeah don't think I ain't seen ya lettin' off at the fingers on twitter there chattin' gas about how you get a rematch with man and tings a be different if you get to speakin' on it. Like you speakin' on it could ever make a difference. Fam ya could recite Shakespeare, fuckin' all of it, with costume changes and it still ain't matter coz man like Skrabz arrive right on cue and Ace Indigo a exit stage left in an instant."

He looks at the camera smugly as he reaches beside his seat for another bottle of beer. he twists the cap off and drinks half the bottle before continuing.

"I'm a be real witchu Ace, one time. You embarrassed yaself last time we met in that ring and ya fixin' to do the same ting again this time. Blad you a husband, you got a wife fam you got kids, you a somebodies father Ace, come on fam! How you gonna disappoint ya family like this? Done brought 'em all the way out to Denver for what blud? Had 'em posted up in the arena for ya Throwdown battle royal match for what blud? So they can see Daddy Rock God go pop and expose himself as nuttin' more than a mortal man tryina take bites bigger than his belly can handle."

He pauses briefly and goes to take another drink but changes is mind at the last second and continues talking.

"Don't bring them again this time bredda, stay them the fuck at home I beg of ya. They ain't wanna see what about to happen to ya blad, trust. They say do it nice not twice and a already done did it right the first time so this time I'm a make sure the job done properly, have ya wishin' you ain't never asked for the rematch if you aint already coz when we done you goin' Dillon Daniels missin', we ain't see you again fam."

Now he lifts the bottle to his mouth and takes another drink.

"After that, man is goin' on to pay view buffets, main event menus and first title defense plates. You ain't eat these meal fam, you can't even lift the plate."

He pauses for another quick drink of his beer.


"And after this week's done you ain't welcome at my table again fam."


He leans forward and taps at his phone ending the recording.