Rab #9
Nov 15, 2016 18:15:52 GMT -5
Post by David on Nov 15, 2016 18:15:52 GMT -5
The scene opens to show the beer garden outside the Wirtshaus restaurant and pub in Los Angeles. Sat at one of the tables, and wearing a pair of black shorts and a replica Scotland football jersey, is Rab McKinley.
‘Awrite there! Hou’s it gaun? Ye join me as Ah continue mah toor ay th' mony drinking' spots 'at thaur ur tae be foond in Los Angeles.’
In front of Rab, on the table, is a pint glass containing an indeterminable beer; he wraps his hand around the glass, and raises it.
‘Cheers.’
He then gulps down some of his drink, before placing the glass back down on the table.
‘Thes particular pub is a German pub, an' mah inspiration fur comin' haur - if ye hadn’t awreddy guessed - is th' fact 'at Germany is th' homelain ay mah next opponent, Avaset Kaiser. Thes will be th' third match pittin' me against someain makin' their debut in 3GW, an' efter havin' failed tae win either ay th' previoos two, Ah definitely wish tae avoid an unwanted hat-trick, an' insteid hain Avaset a loss in 'er first match in 3GW.’
Rab rubs his chin.
‘Ah believe I’m reit in sayin' 'at th' first match ay Avaset’s career cam only as recently as th' end ay August, an' she has awreddy developed quite a reputation fur herself - only two an' a half months intae 'er career, an' she seems tae be daein' a guid job ay livin' up tae 'er family nam. Ah mean, I’m far frae th' most knowledgeable person abit wrestlin', but e'en I’ve heard ay th' Kaiser family.’
He nods.
‘Havin' a well-knoon surnam can brin' wi' it its ain pressure, althoogh that’s nae somethin' Ah hae tae worry aboot: bein' a McKinley, it’s mair a case ay livin' doon tae yer nam than up tae it - uir nam certainly doesn’t mean much in th' warld ay wrestling; coods a McKinley possibly defeat a Kaiser? Stick aroond, coz oan Thursday evening, it coods huir very well happen - especially if Ah hae anythin' tae say abit it.’
Rab pauses to drink some more of his beer.
‘Ah hink it’s abit time a Scot got th' better ay a German in a sportin' contest. Th' thooght ay Germany versus Scotland has me castin' mah min' back tae two matches atween th' coontries oan th' football pitch in th' pest two years - an' two narraw, if nae unexpected, losses fur Scotland; diz anyain expect anythin' other than anither German win thes Thursday?’
He shrugs.
‘Ah guess Andy Murray has probably beaten a German somewhaur alang th' way, but I’m nae sure - Ah don’t really caur abit tennis. In fact, Ah hink a Scot bein' th' number one tennis player in th' warld may actually be one ay th' harbingers ay th' apocalypse. Wrestlin' might nae hae its ain rankings system, but if it did, Ah ken Ah woods hae a lang way tae go - thaur woods be a lot ay fowk aheid ay me. I’ve won mah lest two matches though, sae Ah am at leest movin' in th' reit direction, an' a win oan Thursday will continue mah upward mobility. Plus, like Ah said, it’s abit time a Scot got th' better ay a German.’
Rab takes another drink from his glass of beer.
‘Avaset Kaiser has a coople ay nicknames: “The Crown Jewel” an' “The Killer Queen.” Noo, if ye want tae hear mah opinion oan nicknames, go back an' watch th' video Ah recorded few months ago aheid ay a match Ah hud in Lion’s Den against Miles Bishop, in which Ah talked abit his nicknames. Tae be fair, Ah ken 'at “The Killer Queen” is a title Avaset earned by winnin' a toornament elsewhaur, but it’s up tae me tae prevent 'er frae havin' things go aw 'er way in 3GW, which Ah suppose means 'at Ah need tae be th' Queen Killer.’
There is a small smirk from Rab.
‘Oan second thooght, Ah jist need tae be a conquerur, ur a conquistadur - somethin' alang those lines; Ah don’t need tae kill Avaset, Ah jist need tae overcome 'er.’
Rab takes a breath.
‘Ah ken 'at “The Crown Jewel” has 'er sights sit oan rulin' ower 3GW, but I’m frae th' UK, an' one constitutional monarchy is enaw fur me. Avaset may want tae claeem anither thrain fur herself, but Ah don’t hae onie sic' long-term goals - Ah jist want tae drink alcohol, win mah matches, an' see whaur 'at gits me. Fur noo, mah only immediate goal is tae win thes match oan Thursday; I’ll see ye it thaur, Avaset.’
As Rab reaches for his pint glass again, the scene fades to black.
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‘Awrite there! Hou’s it gaun? Ye join me as Ah continue mah toor ay th' mony drinking' spots 'at thaur ur tae be foond in Los Angeles.’
In front of Rab, on the table, is a pint glass containing an indeterminable beer; he wraps his hand around the glass, and raises it.
‘Cheers.’
He then gulps down some of his drink, before placing the glass back down on the table.
‘Thes particular pub is a German pub, an' mah inspiration fur comin' haur - if ye hadn’t awreddy guessed - is th' fact 'at Germany is th' homelain ay mah next opponent, Avaset Kaiser. Thes will be th' third match pittin' me against someain makin' their debut in 3GW, an' efter havin' failed tae win either ay th' previoos two, Ah definitely wish tae avoid an unwanted hat-trick, an' insteid hain Avaset a loss in 'er first match in 3GW.’
Rab rubs his chin.
‘Ah believe I’m reit in sayin' 'at th' first match ay Avaset’s career cam only as recently as th' end ay August, an' she has awreddy developed quite a reputation fur herself - only two an' a half months intae 'er career, an' she seems tae be daein' a guid job ay livin' up tae 'er family nam. Ah mean, I’m far frae th' most knowledgeable person abit wrestlin', but e'en I’ve heard ay th' Kaiser family.’
He nods.
‘Havin' a well-knoon surnam can brin' wi' it its ain pressure, althoogh that’s nae somethin' Ah hae tae worry aboot: bein' a McKinley, it’s mair a case ay livin' doon tae yer nam than up tae it - uir nam certainly doesn’t mean much in th' warld ay wrestling; coods a McKinley possibly defeat a Kaiser? Stick aroond, coz oan Thursday evening, it coods huir very well happen - especially if Ah hae anythin' tae say abit it.’
Rab pauses to drink some more of his beer.
‘Ah hink it’s abit time a Scot got th' better ay a German in a sportin' contest. Th' thooght ay Germany versus Scotland has me castin' mah min' back tae two matches atween th' coontries oan th' football pitch in th' pest two years - an' two narraw, if nae unexpected, losses fur Scotland; diz anyain expect anythin' other than anither German win thes Thursday?’
He shrugs.
‘Ah guess Andy Murray has probably beaten a German somewhaur alang th' way, but I’m nae sure - Ah don’t really caur abit tennis. In fact, Ah hink a Scot bein' th' number one tennis player in th' warld may actually be one ay th' harbingers ay th' apocalypse. Wrestlin' might nae hae its ain rankings system, but if it did, Ah ken Ah woods hae a lang way tae go - thaur woods be a lot ay fowk aheid ay me. I’ve won mah lest two matches though, sae Ah am at leest movin' in th' reit direction, an' a win oan Thursday will continue mah upward mobility. Plus, like Ah said, it’s abit time a Scot got th' better ay a German.’
Rab takes another drink from his glass of beer.
‘Avaset Kaiser has a coople ay nicknames: “The Crown Jewel” an' “The Killer Queen.” Noo, if ye want tae hear mah opinion oan nicknames, go back an' watch th' video Ah recorded few months ago aheid ay a match Ah hud in Lion’s Den against Miles Bishop, in which Ah talked abit his nicknames. Tae be fair, Ah ken 'at “The Killer Queen” is a title Avaset earned by winnin' a toornament elsewhaur, but it’s up tae me tae prevent 'er frae havin' things go aw 'er way in 3GW, which Ah suppose means 'at Ah need tae be th' Queen Killer.’
There is a small smirk from Rab.
‘Oan second thooght, Ah jist need tae be a conquerur, ur a conquistadur - somethin' alang those lines; Ah don’t need tae kill Avaset, Ah jist need tae overcome 'er.’
Rab takes a breath.
‘Ah ken 'at “The Crown Jewel” has 'er sights sit oan rulin' ower 3GW, but I’m frae th' UK, an' one constitutional monarchy is enaw fur me. Avaset may want tae claeem anither thrain fur herself, but Ah don’t hae onie sic' long-term goals - Ah jist want tae drink alcohol, win mah matches, an' see whaur 'at gits me. Fur noo, mah only immediate goal is tae win thes match oan Thursday; I’ll see ye it thaur, Avaset.’
As Rab reaches for his pint glass again, the scene fades to black.
Click here for the English version.
