Rab #8
Oct 31, 2016 18:00:23 GMT -5
Post by David on Oct 31, 2016 18:00:23 GMT -5
The scene opens to show Rab stood by Long Beach Shoreline Marina, with Rainbow Lagoon Park visible in the background.
‘Happy Monday. Ah woods say happy Halloween, but I’ve ne'er really bin one tae gie excited abit Halloween - Ah don’t need a reason tae drink, I’m British - sae yeah, happy Monday.’
Rab is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt.
‘Halloween is th' one nicht ay th' year when mah next opponent can go out in public withit havin' tae worry abit fowk givin' heem strange looks coz ay his appearance.’
Behind Rab, a group of people dressed as zombies shuffle past, in typical zombie manner; Rab turns to look at them.
‘Kin' ay loch 'at lot.’
He then looks back to the camera.
‘Ah say thes assumin' th' Fallen Angel wears 'at face paint ay his constantly, but Ah coods ay coorse be wrong: he coods look completely different when he goes out in public. Besides, Ah probably shooldn’t be passin' comment oan hoo he chooses tae dress, as whit matters most tae me is whit he can dae in th' rin', an' whether ur nae Ah can beat heem - Ah reckon Ah can, but it’s up tae me tae prove it.’
Rab rubs his chin for a moment, before continuing.
‘Sae, Fallen Angel, welcome tae 3GW. Ah saw yer debut match two weeks ago, an' ye pit in a decent showin', but ultimately, ye still lost. Noo, losin' tae Echo Rigby isn’t anythin' tae be ashamed ay, but th' ootcome ay 'at match diz at leest mean ye awreddy ken hoo it feels tae be defeated inside a 3GW rin', an' that’s a feelin' Ah intend tae hae ye gie reacquainted wi' oan Thursday evening.’
Rab smiles wryly.
‘Ah need tae ask abit th' nam, though. Dae ye caa yerself th' Fallen Angel coz ye hink yoo’re God’s gift tae wrestlin'? Ur dae ye hae an e'en greater opinion ay yerself than 'at - dae ye hink yoo’re God’s gift tae th' warld as a whole?’
There is a shrug of the shoulders from Rab.
‘Ah went back an' watched whit ye hud tae say tae Echo, aheid ay yer match wi' 'er, as Ah thooght mebbe 'at woods gezz a better understandin' ay who ye ur, an' whit yoo’re abit, but honestly, most ay whit ye said went ower mah heed, an' it jist left me mair confused than Ah was beforehain.’
Rab scratches his head.
‘I’ve got some friends who act loch they’re God’s gift tae women, an' it’s always amusin' oan nights out tae see them gie brooght doon tae earth, when they gie turned doon as they try tae pull a lass. Weel, Fallen Angel, oan Thursday, I’m gonnae brin' ye doon tae earth, an' puncture 'at messiah complex ay yoors, by droppin' ye oan yer heed.’
He then smirks.
‘Also, while Ah remember, apparently yoo’re frae Parts Unknown - Ah hink that’s somewhaur in th' Highlands, isn’t it? I’m sure it’s somewhaur atween Aberdeen an' Dundee. Hae ye ever bin tae Edinburgh?’
There is a short pause, before Rab continues.
‘Nae? That’s tay bad. Ye woods fit reit in wi' some ay th' pretentioos bampots who come tae mah hometoon every August fur th' Edinburgh Festival - th' kin' ay fowk 'at mah friends an' Ah enjoy givin' a guid kickin' when they step out ay line. Don’t worry though, Fallen Angel, coz when ye gie in 'at rin' wi' me, I’ll show ye exactly whit yoo’ve bin missin' out oan - yoo’ll gie th' foo Edinburgh Festival experience, Rab McKinley style: an uppercut haur, a suplex thaur - it’ll be jist loch bein' in a pub oan Princes Street.’
Rab winks.
‘In aw honesty, Fallen Angel, Ah don’t really caur who ye ur, ur whaur yoo’re frae, ur wa ye dress th' way ye dae, aw Ah really caur abit is beatin' ye in uir match. Ye see, mah first two matches in 3GW didn’t exactly go th' way Ah woold’ve liked them tae, an' efter defeatin' Ethan Thompson - th' second - in mah lest match, tae finally pit a mark in th' win column, Ah hae nae desire whatsoever tae go back tae losin'.’
Rab shakes his head.
‘Ah don’t ken wa yoo’re in 3GW - again, Ah don’t really caur - but I’m haur tae try tae hae a successful career as a professional wrestler. It’s bin a bit ay a mixed bag sae far, but I’m stayin' positife, an' I’m nae abit tae let some face painted rockit brin' me doon. Happy Monday? Perhaps, but Ah intend tae hae a very happy Thursday.’
As Rab stares towards the camera, the scene fades to black.
Click here for the English version.
‘Happy Monday. Ah woods say happy Halloween, but I’ve ne'er really bin one tae gie excited abit Halloween - Ah don’t need a reason tae drink, I’m British - sae yeah, happy Monday.’
Rab is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt.
‘Halloween is th' one nicht ay th' year when mah next opponent can go out in public withit havin' tae worry abit fowk givin' heem strange looks coz ay his appearance.’
Behind Rab, a group of people dressed as zombies shuffle past, in typical zombie manner; Rab turns to look at them.
‘Kin' ay loch 'at lot.’
He then looks back to the camera.
‘Ah say thes assumin' th' Fallen Angel wears 'at face paint ay his constantly, but Ah coods ay coorse be wrong: he coods look completely different when he goes out in public. Besides, Ah probably shooldn’t be passin' comment oan hoo he chooses tae dress, as whit matters most tae me is whit he can dae in th' rin', an' whether ur nae Ah can beat heem - Ah reckon Ah can, but it’s up tae me tae prove it.’
Rab rubs his chin for a moment, before continuing.
‘Sae, Fallen Angel, welcome tae 3GW. Ah saw yer debut match two weeks ago, an' ye pit in a decent showin', but ultimately, ye still lost. Noo, losin' tae Echo Rigby isn’t anythin' tae be ashamed ay, but th' ootcome ay 'at match diz at leest mean ye awreddy ken hoo it feels tae be defeated inside a 3GW rin', an' that’s a feelin' Ah intend tae hae ye gie reacquainted wi' oan Thursday evening.’
Rab smiles wryly.
‘Ah need tae ask abit th' nam, though. Dae ye caa yerself th' Fallen Angel coz ye hink yoo’re God’s gift tae wrestlin'? Ur dae ye hae an e'en greater opinion ay yerself than 'at - dae ye hink yoo’re God’s gift tae th' warld as a whole?’
There is a shrug of the shoulders from Rab.
‘Ah went back an' watched whit ye hud tae say tae Echo, aheid ay yer match wi' 'er, as Ah thooght mebbe 'at woods gezz a better understandin' ay who ye ur, an' whit yoo’re abit, but honestly, most ay whit ye said went ower mah heed, an' it jist left me mair confused than Ah was beforehain.’
Rab scratches his head.
‘I’ve got some friends who act loch they’re God’s gift tae women, an' it’s always amusin' oan nights out tae see them gie brooght doon tae earth, when they gie turned doon as they try tae pull a lass. Weel, Fallen Angel, oan Thursday, I’m gonnae brin' ye doon tae earth, an' puncture 'at messiah complex ay yoors, by droppin' ye oan yer heed.’
He then smirks.
‘Also, while Ah remember, apparently yoo’re frae Parts Unknown - Ah hink that’s somewhaur in th' Highlands, isn’t it? I’m sure it’s somewhaur atween Aberdeen an' Dundee. Hae ye ever bin tae Edinburgh?’
There is a short pause, before Rab continues.
‘Nae? That’s tay bad. Ye woods fit reit in wi' some ay th' pretentioos bampots who come tae mah hometoon every August fur th' Edinburgh Festival - th' kin' ay fowk 'at mah friends an' Ah enjoy givin' a guid kickin' when they step out ay line. Don’t worry though, Fallen Angel, coz when ye gie in 'at rin' wi' me, I’ll show ye exactly whit yoo’ve bin missin' out oan - yoo’ll gie th' foo Edinburgh Festival experience, Rab McKinley style: an uppercut haur, a suplex thaur - it’ll be jist loch bein' in a pub oan Princes Street.’
Rab winks.
‘In aw honesty, Fallen Angel, Ah don’t really caur who ye ur, ur whaur yoo’re frae, ur wa ye dress th' way ye dae, aw Ah really caur abit is beatin' ye in uir match. Ye see, mah first two matches in 3GW didn’t exactly go th' way Ah woold’ve liked them tae, an' efter defeatin' Ethan Thompson - th' second - in mah lest match, tae finally pit a mark in th' win column, Ah hae nae desire whatsoever tae go back tae losin'.’
Rab shakes his head.
‘Ah don’t ken wa yoo’re in 3GW - again, Ah don’t really caur - but I’m haur tae try tae hae a successful career as a professional wrestler. It’s bin a bit ay a mixed bag sae far, but I’m stayin' positife, an' I’m nae abit tae let some face painted rockit brin' me doon. Happy Monday? Perhaps, but Ah intend tae hae a very happy Thursday.’
As Rab stares towards the camera, the scene fades to black.
Click here for the English version.
