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Post by David on Oct 18, 2016 7:30:56 GMT -5
The scene opens with Rab sat in a chair, in a nondescript room. Dressed in a pair of navy blue shorts and a dark grey t-shirt, he is sat leaning towards the camera. ‘I’ve been in Los Angeles for about a month and a half now, and life here is definitely to my liking - it’s quite a contrast to life back home, in Edinburgh. The only downside has been that when it has come time for me to set foot inside the ring, I haven’t yet been able to get a win. I know I’ve only had two matches in 3GW so far, so maybe I shouldn’t start to worry just yet, but I don’t want this run of losses to go on much longer - I don’t want it to become a habit; Thursday Night Challenge takes place every two weeks, and I don’t want to get stuck in a situation where I have thirteen enjoyable days in LA, but then on the fourteenth day, every other Thursday, I get in that ring, and I lose - again.’Rab then sits up straight, and smiles. ‘Sorry about that. I know that was a bit downbeat for me, compared to my usual self, but it was something that needed to be said. Anyway, how are we all? Good. This Thursday I’ll be back in action in 3GW, trying to pick up my first win, against someone who also lost each of his first two matches in 3GW: Ethan Thompson...the second. Now sure, I know that originally he was awarded the win in his match against Pedro Gonzales last month, but as the referee then reversed his decision, all the record books will show is that Pedro was the winner.’Rab rubs his chin. ‘You know, I’ve heard people refer to “the record books” numerous times, but is there really someone who keeps a record of the outcome of every match in every wrestling promotion the world over? Maybe that could be a new venture for Guinness.’Rab stares off into the distance. This continues for several seconds, and he almost seems to be in a trance like state, until he shakes himself out of it. ‘Sorry, I lost myself for a moment there, thinking about Guinness. Where was I?’He frowns. ‘Oh yeah, I was talking about my upcoming match with Ethan Thompson...the second.’Rab takes a breath, before continuing. ‘Thommo - can I call you Thommo?’He pauses for a couple of seconds, as if allowing time for a response to his question. ‘Good stuff. Thommo, I saw you at the press conference last month, giving it the big “I am,” but so far, when it has come to the ring, you’ve left a lot to be desired.’Rab smirks. ‘I appreciate the irony of me saying that, given that I haven’t exactly been pulling up trees in 3GW, but at least I know to accept a loss the right way, and not by attacking my opponents after the bell, like you did to Pedro and Susan Kent.’Rab stands up. ‘Well, Thommo, if that’s how you want to do things - if you want to turn this match into a brawl - then that is fine with me: if you want a fight, I’ll give you a fight. If you want to hit me, I’ll hit you back - harder. If you want to throw me, I’ll throw you too - further. And if you want to play dirty, all that will happen is that I will lift you up, and I will drop you on your head.’Rab puts his hands on his hips. ‘Neither of us has yet won a match in 3GW, but that will change on Thursday - one of us has to win this match. Well, I suppose it could end in a draw, in which case we should both probably just pack up and go home.’He shrugs slightly. ‘Speaking of “home,” where is home for you, Thommo? I thought you were from New Zealand, but I’ve heard you be announced as being from Seattle - are you going through some sort of identity crisis?’Rab then crosses his arms. ‘As for me, on the other hand, there’s no doubting where I’m from. I’m a proud Scot, a proud Brit, and a fellow exponent of those European uppercuts you like to us. And trust me, you haven’t truly felt the force of a European uppercut until you’ve been on the receiving end of one at the hands of someone who is actually European - you’ll get to experience that on Thursday evening, Thommo, when I start to turn round my fortunes in 3GW.’With Rab staring towards the camera, the scene fades to black.
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Rab #7
Oct 18, 2016 7:30:34 GMT -5
Post by David on Oct 18, 2016 7:30:34 GMT -5
The scene opens with Rab sat in a chair, in a nondescript room. Dressed in a pair of navy blue shorts and a dark grey t-shirt, he is sat leaning towards the camera. ‘I’ve bin in Los Angeles fur abit a month an' a half noo, an' life haur is definitely tae mah likin' - it’s quite a contrest tae life back haem, in Edinburgh. Th' only downside has bin 'at when it has come time fur me tae set foot inside th' rin', Ah haven’t yit bin able tae gie a win. Ah ken I’ve only hud two matches in 3GW sae far, sae mebbe Ah shooldn’t start tae worry jist yit, but Ah don’t want thes run ay losses tae go oan much longer - Ah don’t want it tae become a habit; Thursday Night Challenge takes place every two weeks, an' Ah don’t want tae gie stuck in a situation whaur Ah hae thirteen enjoyable days in LA, but 'en oan th' fourteenth day, every other Thursday, Ah gie in 'at rin', an' Ah lose - again.’Rab then sits up straight, and smiles. ‘Sorry abit 'at. Ah ken 'at was a bit downbeat fur me, compared tae mah usual self, but it was somethin' 'at needed tae be said. Anyway, hoo ur we aw? Guid. Thes Thursday I’ll be back in action in 3GW, tryin' tae pick up mah first win, against someain who also lost each ay his first two matches in 3GW: Ethan Thompson...the second. Noo sure, Ah ken 'at originally he was awarded th' win in his match against Pedro Gonzales lest month, but as th' referee 'en reversed his decision, aw th' record books will shaw is 'at Pedro was th' winner.’Rab rubs his chin. ‘Ye ken, I’ve heard fowk refer tae “the record books” numeroos times, but is thaur really someain who keeps a record ay th' ootcome ay every match in every wrestlin' promotion th' warld ower? Mebbe 'at coods be a new venture fur Guinness.’Rab stares off into the distance. This continues for several seconds, and he almost seems to be in a trance like state, until he shakes himself out of it. ‘Sorry, Ah lost myself fur a moment thaur, thinkin' abit Guinness. Whaur was Ah?’He frowns. ‘Och yeah, Ah was talkin' abit mah upcomin' match wi' Ethan Thompson...the second.’Rab takes a breath, before continuing. ‘Thommo - can Ah caa ye Thommo?’He pauses for a couple of seconds, as if allowing time for a response to his question. ‘Guid stuff. Thommo, Ah saw ye at th' press conference lest month, givin' it th' big “I am,” but sae far, when it has come tae th' rin', yoo’ve left a lot tae be desired.’Rab smirks. ‘Ah appreciate th' irony ay me sayin' 'at, given 'at Ah haven’t exactly bin pullin' up trees in 3GW, but at leest Ah ken tae accept a loss th' reit way, an' nae by attackin' mah opponents efter th' beel, loch ye did tae Pedro an' Susan Kent.’Rab stands up. ‘Weel, Thommo, if that’s hoo ye want tae dae things - if ye want tae turn thes match intae a brawl - 'en 'at is fine wi' me: if ye want a fight, I’ll gie ye a fight. If ye want tae hit me, I’ll hit ye back - harder. If ye want tae throw me, I’ll throw ye tay - further. An' if ye want tae play dirty, aw 'at will happen is 'at Ah will lift ye up, an' Ah will drap ye oan yer heed.’Rab puts his hands on his hips. ‘Neither ay us has yit won a match in 3GW, but 'at will change oan Thursday - one ay us has tae win thes match. Weel, Ah suppose it coods end in a draw, in which case we shoods baith probably jist pack up an' go haem.’He shrugs slightly. ‘Spikin ay “home,” whaur is haem fur ye, Thommo? Ah thooght ye waur frae New Zealain, but I’ve heard ye be annoonced as bein' frae Seattle - ur ye going through some sort ay identity crisis?’Rab then crosses his arms. ‘As fur me, oan th' other hain, there’s nae doobtin' whaur I’m frae. I’m a prood Scot, a prood Brit, an' a fellaw exponent ay those European uppercuts ye loch tae use. An' troost me, ye haven’t truly felt th' force ay a European uppercut until yoo’ve bin oan th' receivin' end ay one at th' hans ay someain who is actually European - yoo’ll gie tae experience 'at oan Thursday evening, Thommo, when Ah start tae turn roon mah fortunes in 3GW.’With Rab staring towards the camera, the scene fades to black.
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Post by David on Oct 4, 2016 7:39:04 GMT -5
The scene opens to show Rab sat at a table outside Hennessey's Tavern, by Hermosa Beach. ‘I could very happily just sit here all afternoon and evening, enjoying some drinks in undisturbed tranquillity. However, for the next few minutes at least, I need to talk about my upcoming match.’Rab is wearing a pair of black shorts and a red t-shirt. ‘My first match in 3GW didn’t end the way I would’ve liked it to, so this week it’s time for me to make amends for that, when I team with Maritza Diaz, against the debuting Gold Star Connection: Lukas Gold and Layla Star.’Rab wraps his right hand around a bottle of beer that is in front of him, on the table. ‘After Maritza and I were forced to be opponents for a second time, in our match two weeks ago, I’m happier to now have her be my partner, instead.’He then has a swig from the bottle. ‘I’ve never competed in a tag team match before now, so this was always going to be quite a test for me, and having two opponents that are an established team only adds to the challenge. In Maritza though, I do at least have a partner I know I can rely on - someone who, should things go south, I know will have my back, which is one less issue for me to have to contemplate. I mean, I’m not expecting this match to get out of hand, but if it does, I know I have a partner that will stand shoulder to shoulder with me, and who will give as good as she gets.’Rab takes another drink from his bottle, before placing it back on the table. ‘I saw the interview that the Gold Star Connection gave following the first 3GW show, so I heard Lukas state that he and Layla are targeting the tag team titles, which I suppose isn’t really a surprise. Listening to Lukas say that reminded me of the bloke that Maritza and I were in the ring with in our previous match - you know, he who left 3GW after one match, and whose name I’ve already forgotten. Sure, he may have won that match, but where is he now?’Rab shrugs. ‘He made statements about gunning for championships, but he had his five minutes of fame, and then he fu...flew off; Lukas, Layla, whatever happens on Thursday - and obviously I intend to have your debut in 3GW be an unsuccessful one - I hope you two stick around long enough to actually try to realise your title aspirations, unlike whatshisname.’Rab smiles wryly. ‘I’m not thinking about winning titles - I’ll leave that to everyone else - I’m simply thinking about trying to win matches. You see, after the outcome of my last match, I’ve now lost more times than I’ve won in my admittedly short career, and I want to put that right quickly; losing is a bad habit for any professional athlete, and it’s a habit that I want to get out of at the earliest opportunity - which means, I need to win this match on Thursday. I know that the Gold Star Connection will start the match as favourites - as I mentioned earlier, they’re the established team - but that doesn’t mean I’ve given up hope of me and Maritza winning.’Rab shakes his head. ‘The Gold Star Connection are partners inside and outside the ring, so they may well have better chemistry than Maritza and I do, but one thing I can say for certain, is that they can’t match our collective power; we are stronger...th…’Rab pauses. ‘On second thought, I’d better not finish that sentence - I don’t want to steal Maritza’s lines.’Rab winks. ‘In Scotland, if a bloke said he wanted to be a cheerleader, he would promptly get the crap beaten out of him. I’m going to avoid the temptation, though, to mock Lukas for having been a male cheerleader. Besides, I’m sure there are things he could poke fun at me for - like having a top-knot.’Rab smirks. He then scratches his head. ‘Where do cheerleading competitions take place, anyway? A cheerleading court? A cheerleading pitch?’He frowns. ‘Never mind.’He then shrugs again, and continues. ‘Lukas, Layla, I’m not going to sit here and tell you, “this ain’t cheerleading,” because you’re both already well aware of that. However, I doubt that you’ve come across anyone quite like this mad Scot in your wrestling careers so far, and on Thursday, perhaps I’ll help you relive some of your cheerleading stunts, by swinging you around the ring, on my way to victory.’As Rab smiles at the camera, the scene fades to black.
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Rab #6
Oct 4, 2016 7:38:34 GMT -5
Post by David on Oct 4, 2016 7:38:34 GMT -5
The scene opens to show Rab sat at a table outside Hennessey's Tavern, by Hermosa Beach. ‘Ah coods very happily jist sit haur aw efternuin an' evening, enjoyin' some drinks in undisturbed tranquillity. However, fur th' next few minutes at leest, Ah need tae talk abit mah upcomin' match.’Rab is wearing a pair of black shorts and a red t-shirt. ‘Mah first match in 3GW didn’t end th' way Ah woold’ve liked it tae, sae thes week it’s time fur me tae make amends fur 'at, when Ah team wi' Maritza Diaz, against th' debutin' Gold Star Connection: Lukas Gold an' Layla Star.’Rab wraps his right hand around a bottle of beer that is in front of him, on the table. ‘Efter Maritza an' Ah waur forced tae be opponents fur a second time, in uir match two weeks ago, I’m happier tae noo hae 'er be mah partner, insteid.’He then has a swig from the bottle. ‘I’ve ne'er competed in a tag team match afair noo, sae thes was always gonnae be quite a test fur me, an' havin' two opponents 'at ur an established team only adds tae th' challenge. In Maritza though, Ah dae at leest hae a partner Ah know Ah can rely oan - someain who, shoods things go sooth, Ah know will hae mah back, which is one less issue fur me tae hae tae contemplate. Ah mean, I’m nae expectin' thes match tae gie it ay hain, but if it diz, Ah know Ah hae a partner 'at will stain shoolder tae shoolder wi' me, an' who will gie as guid as she gits.’Rab takes another drink from his bottle, before placing it back on the table. ’Ah saw th' interview 'at th' Gold Star Connection gae followin' th' first 3GW shaw, sae Ah heard Lukas state 'at he an' Layla ur targetin' th' tag team titles, which Ah suppose isn’t really surprise. Listenin' tae Lukas say 'at reminded me ay th' bloke 'at Maritza an' Ah waur in th' rin' wi' in uir previoos match - ye know, he who left 3GW efter one match, an' whose nam I’ve awreddy forgotten. Sure, he may hae won 'at match, but whaur is he noo?’Rab shrugs. ‘He made statements abit gunnin' fur championships, but he hud his five minutes ay fam, an' 'en he fu...flew off; Lukas, Layla, whatever happens oan Thursday - an' obvioosly Ah intend tae hae yer debut in 3GW be an unsuccessful one - Ah hope ye two stick aroond lang enaw tae actually try tae realise yer title aspirations, unlike whatshisnam.’Rab smiles wryly. ‘I’m nae thinkin' abit winnin' titles - I’ll lae 'at tae everyone else - I’m simply thinkin' abit tryin' tae win matches. Ye see, efter th' ootcome ay mah lest match, I’ve noo lost mair times than I’ve won in mah admittedly short career, an' Ah want tae pit 'at reit quickly; losin' is a bad habit fur onie professional athlete, an' it’s a habit 'at Ah want tae gie it ay at th' earliest opportunity - which means, Ah need tae win thes match oan Thursday. Ah know 'at th' Gold Star Connection will start th' match as favoorites - as Ah mentioned earlier, they’re th' established team - but 'at doesn’t mean I’ve given up hope ay me an' Maritza winnin'.’Rab shakes his head. ‘Th' Gold Star Connection ur partners inside an' ootside th' rin', sae they may weel hae better chemistry than Maritza an' Ah dae, but one hin' Ah can say fur certain, is 'at they can’t match uir collectife power; we ur stronger...th...’Rab pauses. ‘Oan second thooght, I’d better nae finish 'at sentence - Ah don’t want tae steal Maritza’s lines.’Rab winks. ‘In Scootlund, if a bloke said he wanted tae be a cheerleader, he woods promptly gie th' guff beaten it ay heem. I’m gonnae avoid th' temptation, though, tae mock Lukas fur havin' bin a male cheerleader. Besides, I’m sure thaur ur things he coods poke fin at me fur - loch havin' a top-knot.’Rab smirks. He then scratches his head. ‘Whaur dae cheerleadin' competitions tak' place, anyway? A cheerleadin' coort? A cheerleadin' park?’He frowns. ‘Ne’er mind.’He then shrugs again, and continues. ‘Lukas, Layla, I’m nae gonnae sit haur an' teel ye, “this ain’t cheerleadin',” coz yoo’re baith awreddy weel awaur ay 'at. However, Ah doobt 'at yoo’ve come across anyain quite loch thes mad Scot in yer wrestlin' careers sae far, an' oan Thursday, perhaps I’ll help ye relife some ay yer cheerleadin' stunts, by swingin' ye aroond th' rin', oan mah way tae victory.’As Rab smiles at the camera, the scene fades to black.
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Post by David on Sept 19, 2016 18:24:33 GMT -5
The scene opens to reveal Rab stood on Cabrillo Beach, with his back to the camera, watching the sun go down. ‘I could get used to this.’He is wearing a pair of white shorts and a replica Heart of Midlothian F.C. jersey. ‘In recent years, I’ve been a bit of a nomad, living in a number of different places, none of them for very long. My stay in Greensboro was shorter than I expected, although that was due to circumstances beyond my control. Here I am now though, in Los Angeles: a fresh start, in a new city - and I want to announce my arrival in the City of Angels by making an instant impact in 3GW, with a win on Thursday.’Rab turns to face the camera. ‘Alright there! How's it going? For those of you that didn’t follow Lion's Den Fighting Championships, my name is Rab McKinley, and in three days’ time I’m going to be involved in a triple threat match, against AJ Wolfe and Maritza Diaz.’Rab scratches his forehead. ‘Thinking about this match gives me a feeling of déjà vu: at the beginning of June, Maritza was my opponent in my first match in Lion’s Den - in fact, it was the first match in Lion’s Den for both of us; three and a half months later and we’re opponents again, on the first 3GW show - I just hope it really is a case of déjà vu, with me again being the one that gets their hand raised at the end of the match.’He rubs his chin. ‘Maritza and I have both definitely improved since that previous match. I was particularly impressed by her win against Miles Bishop - someone who had beaten me just a couple of weeks earlier. She followed that up with another win, against Keegan Hightower - which is also not to be sniffed at.’Rab nods. ‘As Maritza’s friend, it’s been pleasing to watch how she has progressed. And as her friend, I don’t really want to be the one to put a stop to her current momentum - but unfortunately I’m going to have to fill that role, because I don’t want to start life in 3GW with a loss.’He then shakes his head. ‘I didn’t enjoy having to fight Maritza last time, and I doubt I’ll enjoy it this time, either. Needs must though, I suppose. Hopefully I’ll be able to get the better of Maritza again, although I know she’ll provide me with an even more difficult challenge than last time; whatever does happen, I’ll be glad to get this match out of the way, and to move onto the next one.’Rab lets out a sigh. ‘My other opponent in this upcoming match - AJ Wolfe - is someone I’m a lot less familiar with, which brings a different challenge. Now, I’m not the sort of wrestler that spends lots of time studying footage of their opponents - I tend to do things on the fly - but even so, back when we were at the training center, in Lion’s Den, I would get to see all the other trainees, and so whoever my opponent was, I would have a fair idea of what I was going to be up against. With AJ Wolfe though, that won’t be the case.’Rab frowns. ‘Oh well, maybe once I enter the ring I’ll just start throwing haymakers, and see where that gets me - it’s been known to work in the past.’He then gives a nonchalant shrug. ‘One of the things I have heard regarding AJ Wolfe, is about some of the brawls he has gotten caught up in, even having a brush with the law. The question that needs to be asked though is, can he do it on a cold night in Glasgow?’The Glaswegian chuckles to himself. ‘AJ Wolfe, if you want to slug it out with someone in 3GW, I’ll be more than happy to oblige. I warn you though, you won’t like the outcome: you’ll be left staring up at the lights, after being on the receiving end of a Glasgow kiss.’He smirks. ‘Regardless of what I may or may not know about you, AJ Wolfe, one thing I think I can be certain about, is that you want to win our match on Thursday. However, I’m afraid I can’t allow that to happen. Maritza winning, I can accept - she’s a friend. But you?’Rab shakes his head again. ‘It’s nothing personal - I’m just not willing to let you be the one to spoil my first appearance in 3GW.’Rab crosses his arms. ‘I’ll see you - and Maritza - on Thursday.’The scene then fades to black.
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Rab #5
Sept 19, 2016 18:23:55 GMT -5
Post by David on Sept 19, 2016 18:23:55 GMT -5
The scene opens to reveal Rab stood on Cabrillo Beach, with his back to the camera, watching the sun go down. ‘Ah coods gie used tae thes.’He is wearing a pair of white shorts and a replica Heart of Midlothian F.C. jersey. ‘In recent years, I’ve bin a bit ay a nomad, livin' in a number ay different places, nane ay them fur very lang. Mah stay in Greensboro was shorter than Ah expected, althoogh 'at was due tae circumstances beyond mah control. Haur Ah am noo thocht, in Los Angeles: a fresh start, in a new city - an' Ah want tae annoonce mah arrival in th' City ay Angels by makin' an instant impact in 3GW, wi' a win oan Thursday.’Rab turns to face the camera. ‘Awrite there! Hou's it gaun? Fur those ay ye 'at didn’t follaw Lion's Den Fightin’ Championships, mah nam is Rab McKinley, an' in three days’ time I’m gonnae be involved in a triple threat match, against AJ Wolfe an' Maritza Diaz.’Rab scratches his forehead. ‘Thinkin' abit thes match gi'es me a feelin' ay déjà vu: at th' beginnin' ay June, Maritza was mah opponent in mah first match in Lion’s Den - in fact, it was th' first match in Lion’s Den fur baith ay us; three an' a half months later an' we’re opponents again, oan th' first 3GW shaw - Ah jist hope it really is a case ay déjà vu, wi' me again bein' th' one 'at gits their hain raised at th' end ay th' match.’He rubs his chin. ‘Maritza an' Ah hae baith definitely improved since 'at previoos match. Ah was particularly impressed by 'er win against Miles Bishop - someain fa hud beaten me jist a coople ay weeks earlier. She followed 'at up wi' anither win, against Keegan Hightower - which is also nae tae be sniffed at.’Rab nods. ‘As Maritza’s friend, it’s bin pleasin' tae watch hoo she has progressed. An' as 'er friend, Ah don’t really want tae be th' one tae pit a stop tae 'er current momentum - but unfortunately I’m gonnae hae tae fill 'at role, coz Ah don’t want tae start life in 3GW wi' a loss.’He then shakes his head. ‘Ah didn’t enjoy havin' tae fight Maritza lest time, an' Ah doobt I’ll enjoy it thes time, either. Needs must thocht, Ah suppose. Hopefully I’ll be able tae gie th' better ay Maritza again, althoogh Ah ken she’ll provide me wi' an e'en mair difficult challenge than lest time; whatever diz happen, I’ll be glad tae gie thes match out ay th' way, an' tae move ontae th' next one.’Rab lets out a sigh. ‘Mah other opponent in thes upcomin' match - AJ Wolfe - is someain I’m a lot less familiar wi', which brings a different challenge. Noo, I’m nae th' sort ay wrestler 'at spends lots ay time studyin' footage ay their opponents - Ah tend tae dae things oan th' fly - but e'en sae, back when we waur at th' trainin' center, in Lion’s Den, Ah woods gie tae see aw th' other trainees, an' sae whoever mah opponent was, Ah woods hae a fair idea ay whit Ah was gonnae be up against. Wi' AJ Wolfe thocht, 'at won’t be th' case.’Rab frowns. ‘Och weel, mebbe ance Ah enter th' rin' I’ll jist start throwin' haymakers, an' see whaur 'at gits me - it’s bin knoon tae wark in th' pest.’He then gives a nonchalant shrug. ‘One ay th' things Ah hae heard regardin' AJ Wolfe, is abit some ay th' brawls he has gotten caught up in, e'en havin' a brush wi' th' law. Th' question 'at needs tae be asked thocht is, can he dae it oan a cold nicht in Glasgow?’The Glaswegian chuckles to himself. ‘AJ Wolfe, if ye want tae slug it out wi' someain in 3GW, I’ll be mair than happy tae oblige. Ah warn ye thocht, ye won’t loch th' ootcome: yoo’ll be left starin' up at th' lights, efter bein' oan th' receivin' end ay a Glasgow kiss.’He smirks. ‘Regardless ay whit Ah main ur mauna ken abit ye, AJ Wolfe, one hin' Ah hink Ah can be certain abit, is 'at ye want tae win uir match oan Thursday. However, I’m afraid Ah can’t allaw 'at tae happen. Maritza winnin', Ah can accept - she’s a friend. But ye?’Rab shakes his head again. ‘It’s naethin' personal - I’m jist nae willin' tae lit ye be th' one tae spoil mah first appearance in 3GW.’Rab crosses his arms. ‘I’ll see ye - an' Maritza - oan Thursday.’The scene then fades to black.
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Post by David on Sept 3, 2016 18:13:13 GMT -5
The next member of the 3GW roster to walk out onto the stage is Rab McKinley. Accompanying Rab is his cousin and FGA alumnus, Natalie, and they barely reach the podium before Spencer Burke pipes up.
Spencer Burke: Natalie, have you signed with 3GW as well?
Natalie McKinley: Hi Spencer. No, I haven’t signed with 3GW, nor am I about to. Rab knows some of you struggle to understand him because of his accent, and so he asked me to be here, to make sure there’s no confusion about any of the answers he gives to your questions.
Natalie quickly glances in the direction of Rab, who nods his head to confirm this.
Spencer Burke: Okay, well, Rab, your last match in Lion’s Den was five weeks ago today, so I would like to ask, what have you been doing in the time since then?
Rab McKinley: Drinking, mostly.
Rab smiles wryly.
Rab McKinley: Nae, but serioosly, I’ve bin daein' a lot ay trainin'. It’s only a few months since Ah made mah debut in Lion’s Den, an' I’m still quite raw, sae I’ve used th' pest few weeks tae continue workin' oan sharpenin' mah skills. I’ve also added some new moves tae mah arsenal, which I’m lookin' forward tae gettin' tae use in an actual competitife match.
Natalie McKinley: Did you understand all of that, Spencer?
Spencer Burke: Yeah, I think so.
Spencer reads from his notepad.
Spencer Burke: He said he’s been doing a lot of training, that he’s been working on sharpening his skills, and that he’s added some new moves to his repertoire, which he’s looking forward to getting to use in an actual competitive match.
Rab turns to Natalie.
Rab McKinley: See, he understuid me fine.
Scoffing, Rabs recalls a suggestion that Natalie had made previously.
Rab McKinley: An' ye said Ah need elocution lessons.
Natalie McKinley: Hey, you’re the one that asked me to be here, remember?
Rab waves his hand dismissively.
Rab McKinley: Yeah, yeah.
He then returns his focus to the assembled reporters.
Rab McKinley: Alright, next question.
Ashley Kruger: Why did you choose to sign with 3GW?
Rab McKinley: Th' sam reason wa Ah joined Lion’s Den earlier in th' year: coz ay their connection tae FGA.
Rab rubs his chin.
Rab McKinley: FGA’s reputation speaks fur itself, sae when Ah decided tae try tae make it as a professional wrestler, Ah knew 'at Lion’s Den woods be th' best place fur me - like Ah said, coz ay their connection tae FGA. Then, ance Lion’s Den stopped stagin' shows, Ah heard straecht awa' 'at FGA woods be creatin' anither brand, an' again Ah knew 'at was whaur Ah wanted tae be - Ah ne'er thooght abit going elsewhaur. An' sae, haur Ah am noo, in 3GW.
Seeing the expression on Ashley’s face, Natalie can tell that she is having a harder time understanding Rab than Spencer did.
Natalie McKinley: He said he signed with 3GW because of their connection to FGA, which was also why he originally joined Lion’s Den, earlier this year, and that once Lion’s Den stopped staging shows, he heard straight away that FGA would be creating another brand, and so there was never any thought from him of going elsewhere.
Ashley smiles gratefully at Natalie.
Ashley Kruger: Thank you.
Natalie smiles back at her.
Natalie McKinley: You’re welcome.
Rab McKinley: Okay, who’s next?
Jethro "Rockstar" Johnson: You mentioned your time in Lion’s Den, and you are of course one of a number of former Lion’s Den trainees to have signed with 3GW; is there any of them that you wish hadn’t signed with 3GW - any of them that you would’ve liked to see the back of?
Rab shakes his head.
Rab McKinley: Nae. I’ve got naethin' bad tae say abit onie ay them - e'en th' ones loch Keegan Hightower an' Prince MacRear, who aren’t exactly popular wi' th' fans.
Jethro "Rockstar" Johnson: Well, is there anyone that was a trainee in Lion’s Den who you would’ve liked to see sign with 3GW, but who hasn’t done so?
Rab ponders the question for a moment, before replying.
Rab McKinley: If Ah hud tae pick jist one nam, Ah woods probably say either Miles Bishop ur Josh Mitchell - Ah woold’ve liked tae gie th' chance tae make up fur mah recent losses against them. Ne'er min' though - thaur ur plenty ay talented wrestlers haur in 3GW fur me tae test myself against in th' months tae come.
Natalie looks towards Rockstar.
Natalie McKinley: Did you understand all of that?
Jethro "Rockstar" Johnson: Yeah, I got it; thanks.
Rba whispers something to Natalie, who nods her head; he then turns his attention back to the reporters.
Rab McKinley: Reit, I’ll tak' one mair question, an' 'en mah coosin an' Ah will free up th' stage fur someain else.
Natalie McKinley: Who has the final question for Rab?
The two cousins wait to see who will speak up.
Trixie Barter: Are you happy to be here in Los Angeles?
Rab McKinley: Och aye - very happy. I’ve only bin in LA fur a short time sae far, but Ah awreddy loch it haur - nae offence tae Greensboro, but Ah hink I’m gonnae enjoy livin' in LA mair than Ah enjoyed livin' thaur. Noo I’m jist lookin' forward tae gettin' back in th' rin'.
Rab lets out a small sigh.
Rab McKinley: Okay, that’s aw frae me. Ah troost 'at Ah can expect tae see ye aw again later thes month, at th' first 3GW shaw - believe me, ye won’t want tae miss it.
And with that, Rab and Natalie move away from the podium, and make their way off the stage.
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Post by David on Aug 30, 2016 7:09:13 GMT -5
Below is the revised/updated profile for Rab:
STATS
Wrestler's Name: Rab McKinley
Wrestler's Nickname: N/A
D.O.B.: November 8th, 1988
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 251 lbs
Alignment: Heel Spectrum: (1 - 4) | Tweener: (5) | Face Spectrum (6 - 10) 8
Billed From: Edinburgh, Scotland
Pro Debut: 2016
MOVES
Style: 1. Powerhouse 2. Brawler
Finishing Moves: 1. Stitch that, pal! (Brainbuster)
Signature Moves: 1. Corner splash 2. Discus elbow smash 3. Cradle piledriver 4. German suplex 5. Giant swing
Common Moves: 1. Russian legsweep 2. Scoop slam 3. Short-arm clothesline 4. Fallaway slam 5. Atomic drop 6. Flapjack 7. Exploder suplex 8. Boston crab 9. Backbreaker 10. European uppercut 11. Belly to Belly suplex 12. Belly to Back suplex 13. Gutwrench suplex 14. Shoulderbreaker 15. Rack bomb 16. Double leg slam 17. Swinging neckbreaker 18. Inverted DDT 19. Inverted powerlsam 20. Bicycle knee strike
ENTRANCE + WARDROBE
Entrance Music: "Wish it Away" by Psyko Dalek
Ring Attire: Trunks and knee pads of a matching colour (black, most frequently), and either white or black boots.
Ring Entrance: "Wish it Away" by Psyko Dalek plays over the PA system, and once the song's intro finishes, through the curtains walks Rab McKinley, who is greeted by a cheer. As he makes his way towards the ring, Rab slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to him. After arriving at ringside, Rab heads for one of the corners, clambers up onto the ring apron, and then climbs to the second rope, to further cheers and applause from the fans. Rab soaks in the reaction from the crowd for several seconds before leaping over the top rope, into the ring, and turning his attention towards his opponent, as he awaits the start of the match.
BACKGROUND INFO
Pic Base: Joe Coffey
Manager: N/A
Gimmick: An easy-going, gregarious Scot, who is a latecomer to wrestling.
Bio: Robert "Rab" McKinley is a complete novice in wrestling. Originally from Scotland, he has been living on the East Coast of the US for a couple of years now. Since arriving in The States he has worked a series of menial jobs, none of which have lasted for very long. Tired of bouncing from job to job, Rab desired something with greater longevity, so taking inspiration from the exploits of his cousin Natalie, and being no stranger to a gym himself, he decided to try his hand at wrestling - a decision that led him to attend a tryout camp for Lion's Den Fighting Championships. After a few months of training in LDFC, and a handful of matches, Rab then relocated to the West Coast, to be part of the 3GW roster.
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Post by David on Jul 27, 2016 16:50:10 GMT -5
Stood outside the Lion’s Den training center, wearing a pair of denim shorts and a red sleeveless t-shirt, is Natalie McKinley. The person she is looking for - her cousin Rab - soon appears; he is wearing a pair of grey shorts and a blue t-shirt, and is carrying a gym bag.
Rab smiles upon seeing his younger cousin.
Rab: ‘Alright, cousin! Waiting for me?’
Natalie: ‘Who else would I waiting be for, Rab?’
Rab shrugs.
Rab: ‘I don’t know - you could have been here for someone else. What brings you here?’
Natalie: ‘Well, for the past couple of months, you’ve been asking me to come and visit you - and so, here I am!’
Rab nods.
Rab: ‘It’s good to see you, cousin - this is a nice surprise.’
Natalie: ‘It’s good to see you too, Rab.’
Natalie playfully punches Rab on the arm.
Natalie: ‘Come on - I’ll give you a lift to your apartment.’
Natalie leads the way towards a Nissan Versa Note.
Rab: ‘Do you own this car?’
Natalie: ‘No, I rented it.’
Natalie unlocks the car and gets in; Rab puts his bag on the back seat, before then sitting down in the front passenger seat, next to Natalie.
Natalie: ‘I know you sent me your address, but I’m still going to need you to give me directions to your apartment.’
Rab nods his head.
Rab: ‘I can manage that.’
Natalie starts the car and pulls out of the parking space.
Rab: ‘Go right.’
Natalie does as instructed.
Natalie: ‘What do you do with yourself in Greensboro, when you’re not training?’
Rab: ‘Drink; either at a bar or at home - it doesn’t matter which.’
Natalie: ‘Perhaps you ought to use your free time to have some elocution lessons.’
Rab frowns.
Rab: ‘Elocution lessons? What do I need elocution lessons for?’
Natalie: ‘Because, Rab, you’re not back in Scotland now - most of the people you come into contact with here in the US find it difficult to understand what you’re saying: I think it was Peaches, who tweeted a few days ago that she was trying to have a conversation with you, but that she didn’t know what you were saying.’
Rab scoffs at the suggestion that he needs elocution lessons.
Rab: ‘Well you’re not from Scotland, and you don’t have any trouble understanding me.’
Natalie: ‘Yes, but I have the advantage of having known you for twenty-four years.’
They come to an intersection.
Rab: ‘Go straight on.’
As the journey towards Rab’s apartment continues, so does his conversation with Natalie.
Rab: ‘What about your accent? You’re not from the US, and no-one has any problems understanding you.’
Natalie: ‘Yes, but that’s because my accent is nowhere near as strong as yours is; the only time people get confused by something I say, is when I throw the occasional Welsh word into a conversation.’
Rab is still not convinced.
Rab: ‘I’ve got friends back home who watch the videos I record to talk about my matches; if I started using proper English in them, I can guarantee that within twenty-four hours of my next video being posted online, I would have a message from at least one of my friends saying, “I saw that video of you talking like a fucking bender - care to explain yourself?’
Natalie laughs.
Natalie: ‘Maybe you’re right. It’s something for you to think about, though.’
Rab: ‘Yeah, well, don’t hold your breath.’
They come to another intersection.
Rab: ‘Keep going straight on.’
Again, Natalie does as instructed.
Natalie: ‘ Your next match is when - next Thursday?’
Rab: ‘Next Friday.’
Now it is Natalie’s turn to frown.
Natalie: ‘Aren’t the Lion’s Den shows usually on a Thursday?’
Rab: ‘Yeah, usually, but for whatever reason, the next show is taking place on a Friday.’
Rab shrugs his shoulders.
Rab: ‘It’s nothing to do with me - I just turn up when they tell me to.’
Natalie: ‘And I saw that your next match is a rather important one, isn’t it?’
Rab: ‘Yeah, I’m two wins away from getting a shot at the Old North Championship - which might be a big ask, seeing as I’ve only won two matches in total so far in my career.’
Natalie: ‘You mean, two matches out of the three that you’ve competed in - you’ve won twice as many matches as you’ve lost.’
Natalie smiles at Rab.
Rab: ‘I’m not being pessimistic, cousin, I just know that I’ve got quite a challenge ahead of me - starting with my forthcoming match against Josh Mitchell. I admire Josh; I just hope that when I set foot in the ring with him, I’ll be able to beat him.’
As the drive towards Rab’s apartment continues for him and Natalie, the scene fades to black.
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Rab #4
Jul 27, 2016 16:49:21 GMT -5
Post by David on Jul 27, 2016 16:49:21 GMT -5
Stood outside the Lion’s Den training center, wearing a pair of denim shorts and a red sleeveless t-shirt, is Natalie McKinley. The person she is looking for - her cousin Rab - soon appears; he is wearing a pair of grey shorts and a blue t-shirt, and is carrying a gym bag.
Rab smiles upon seeing his younger cousin.
Rab: ‘Awrite, coosin! Waitin' fur me?’
Natalie: ‘Who else would I waiting be for, Rab?’
Rab shrugs.
Rab: ‘Ah don’t know - ye coods hae bin haur fur someain else. Whit brings ye haur?’
Natalie: ‘Well, for the past couple of months, you’ve been asking me to come and visit you - and so, here I am!’
Rab nods.
Rab: ‘It’s guid tae see ye, coosin - thes is a nice surprise.’
Natalie: ‘It’s good to see you too, Rab.’
Natalie playfully punches Rab on the arm.
Natalie: ‘Come on - I’ll give you a lift to your apartment.’
Natalie leads the way towards a Nissan Versa Note.
Rab: ‘Dae ye ain thes motur?’
Natalie: ‘No, I rented it.’
Natalie unlocks the car and gets in; Rab puts his bag on the back seat, before then sitting down in the front passenger seat, next to Natalie.
Natalie: ‘I know you sent me your address, but I’m still going to need you to give me directions to your apartment.’
Rab nods his head.
Rab: ‘Ah can manage ‘at.’
Natalie starts the car and pulls out of the parking space.
Rab: ‘Gang reit.’
Natalie does as instructed.
Natalie: ‘What do you do with yourself in Greensboro, when you’re not training?’
Rab: ‘Drink; either at a bar ur at haem - it doesn’t matter which.’
Natalie: ‘Perhaps you ought to use your free time to have some elocution lessons.’
Rab frowns.
Rab: ‘Elocution lessons? Whit dae Ah need elocution lessons fur?’
Natalie: ‘Because, Rab, you’re not back in Scotland now - most of the people you come into contact with here in the US find it difficult to understand what you’re saying: I think it was Peaches, who tweeted a few days ago that she was trying to have a conversation with you, but that she didn’t know what you were saying.’
Rab scoffs at the suggestion that he needs elocution lessons.
Rab: ‘Weel yoo’re nae frae Scootlund, an' ye don’t hae onie trooble understandin' me.’
Natalie: ‘Yes, but I have the advantage of having known you for twenty-four years.’
They come to an intersection.
Rab: ‘Gang straecht oan.’
As the journey towards Rab’s apartment continues, so does his conversation with Natalie.
Rab: ‘Whit abit yer accent? Yoo’re nae frae th' US, an' no-ain has onie problems understandin' ye.’
Natalie: ‘Yes, but that’s because my accent is nowhere near as strong as yours is; the only time people get confused by something I say, is when I throw the occasional Welsh word into a conversation.’
Rab is still not convinced.
Rab: ‘I’ve got friends back haem who watch th' videos Ah record tae talk abit mah matches; if Ah started usin' proper English in them, Ah can guarantee 'at within twenty-foor hoors ay mah next video bein' posted online, Ah woods hae a message frae at leest one ay mah friends sayin', “I saw 'at video ay ye talkin' loch a feckin' bender - caur tae explain yerself?”’
Natalie laughs.
Natalie: ‘Maybe you’re right. It’s something for you to think about, though.’
Rab: ‘Yeah, weel, don’t hauld yer breath.’
They come to another intersection.
Rab: ‘Keep gonnae straecht oan.’
Again, Natalie does as instructed.
Natalie: ‘ Your next match is when - next Thursday?’
Rab: ‘Next Friday.’
Now it is Natalie’s turn to frown.
Natalie: ‘Aren’t the Lion’s Den shows usually on a Thursday?’
Rab: ‘Yeah, usually, but fur whatever reason, th' next shaw is takin' place oan a Friday.’
Rab shrugs his shoulders.
Rab: ‘It’s naethin' tae div wi' me - Ah jist turn up when they teel me tae.’
Natalie: ‘And I saw that your next match is a rather important one, isn’t it?’
Rab: ‘Yeah, I’m two wins awa' frae gettin' a shot at th' Auld North Championship - which micht be a big ask, seein' as I’ve only won two matches in total sae far in mah career.’
Natalie: ‘You mean, two matches out of the three that you’ve competed in - you’ve won twice as many matches as you’ve lost.’
Natalie smiles at Rab.
Rab: ‘I’m nae bein' pessimistic, coosin, Ah jist know 'at I’ve got quite a challenge aheid ay me - startin' wi' mah forthcomin' match against Josh Mitchell. Ah admire Josh; Ah jist hope 'at when Ah set foot in th' rin' wi' heem, I’ll be able tae beat heem.’
As the drive towards Rab’s apartment continues for him and Natalie, the scene fades to black.
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Post by David on Jul 18, 2016 18:30:42 GMT -5
Please replace Dropkick with Bicycle Knee Strike.
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Post by David on Jun 28, 2016 16:36:41 GMT -5
The scene opens to show Rab McKinley on an [association] football pitch, somewhere in Greensboro. Stood beside a set of goal posts, Rab is wearing a pair of white shorts and a replica Scotland football jersey. He smiles politely at the camera, and begins to speak. ‘Alright there! Me again - I’m still here. In fact, this wrestling lark is turning out to be easier than I expected: two matches into my career, and I’ve got two victories to my name - I guess I must be a natural at this, or something.’Rab’s polite smile morphs into a wry one. ‘But seriously, there’s a lot of hard work involved, both inside and outside of the ring, and while I’m still only in the very early stages of my career, I’m glad to have something to show for the effort that I’ve put in so far. The hard work in the ring continues for me this week with a match against Miles Bishop, when I’ll be aiming to complete a hat-trick of wins to begin my career.’Rab rubs his chin. ‘While I joked a moment or so ago about being a natural, there’s no denying the natural athleticism that Miles Bishop possesses - his manager, Malcolm Pope, certainly isn’t shy about telling everyone just how good Bishop is. There’s a fine line between arrogance and confidence, and while the attitude of Bishop and his manager might rub some people up the wrong way, having socialised with Bishop away from the training centre, I don’t have a bone to pick with him. I would though like to deflate that ego of his just a little bit, and bring him back down to earth, by handing him a defeat on Thursday.’Rab quickly glances at the goal posts. ‘In my last match, my opponent was a man who has the nickname the “Lone Wolf” - this time, I have an opponent who has no less than three nicknames. There’s one nickname of his in particular that I want to talk about: “The Embodiment of Perfection.” Now, if Miles Bishop really is the embodiment of perfection, supposing I beat him - and that is, of course, my aim - then will that mean that I’m better than perfection?’Rab shrugs nonchalantly. ‘I’ve quickly discovered there are plenty of people in wrestling that think they’re perfect - Miles Bishop is not alone on that one. However, I’m of the school of thought that no-one is perfect. I know I’m not perfect - I know if I want to achieve real success in this sport, that there is still plenty for me to learn, and lots of things for me to improve upon. I’m continually working to improve myself, to try to be the best wrestler that I can be, and to try to give myself the best chance of being successful. It's that work ethic that has brought me two wins in my first two matches, and it’s that work ethic that can bring me another win in two days’ time, against Miles Bishop.’Rab puts a hand on the post nearest him. ‘As for giving myself a nickname, I don’t feel the need to have one. And I definitely don’t want one that would be me bragging about who or what I am - I would rather just show you all what I can do in the ring, and then leave it to you to come up with your own opinion about my abilities. I would like to think that I’ve made a good impression on you all with my performances so far, and I hope to continue with that on Thursday, by defeating Miles Bishop.’Rab nods his head. ‘I need to win this match because of my cousin. It’s her birthday on Thursday, and so I want to give her the gift of seeing me beat Miles Bishop - admittedly, that might not be the gift she wants, but if I have my way, it’s the gift she’s going to get. More importantly than it being my cousin’s birthday though, I need to win this match so that I can get one over on her: Natalie won the first two matches of her career, before losing her third - if I can defeat Miles Bishop, to make it three wins in a row, I’ll have family bragging rights.’Rab smirks. ‘In two days from now, when I step in the ring with Miles Bishop, I’ll find out first hand just how ready the man that calls himself “prime time” is for the big spotlight; I intend to show that he still has some way to go yet. I’ll see you all on Thursday.’With Rab staring towards the camera, the scene fades to black.
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Rab #3
Jun 28, 2016 16:36:21 GMT -5
Post by David on Jun 28, 2016 16:36:21 GMT -5
The scene opens to show Rab McKinley on an [association] football pitch, somewhere in Greensboro. Stood beside a set of goal posts, Rab is wearing a pair of white shorts and a replica Scotland football jersey. He smiles politely at the camera, and begins to speak. ‘Awrite there! Me again - I’m still haur. In fact, thes wrestlin' lark is turnin' it tae be easier than Ah expected: two matches intae mah career, an' I’ve got two victories tae mah nam - Ah guess Ah must be a natural at thes, ur somethin'.’Rab’s polite smile morphs into a wry one. ‘But serioosly, there’s a lot ay hard wark involved, baith inside an' ootside ay th' rin', an' while I’m still only in th' very early stages ay mah career, I’m glad tae hae somethin' tae shaw fur th' effort 'at I’ve pit in sae far. Th' hard wark in th' rin' continues fur me thes week wi' a match against Miles Bishop, when I’ll be aimin' tae complete a hat-trick ay wins tae begin mah career.’Rab rubs his chin. ‘While Ah joked a moment ur sae ago abit bein' a natural, there’s nae denyin' th' natural athleticism 'at Miles Bishop possesses - his manager, Malcolm Pope, certainly isn’t shy abit tellin' everyone jist hoo guid Bishop is. There’s a fine line atween arrogance an' confidence, an' while th' attitude ay Bishop an' his manager might rub some fowk up th' wrang way, havin' socialised wi' Bishop awa' frae th' trainin' centre, Ah don’t hae a bain tae pick wi' heem. Ah woods though loch tae deflate 'at ego ay his jist a wee bit, an' brin' heem back doon tae earth, by handin' heem a defeat oan Thursday.’Rab quickly glances at the goal posts. ‘In mah lest match, mah opponent was a bloke who has th' nicknam th' “Lain Wolf” - thes time, Ah hae an opponent who has nae less than three nicknames. There’s one nicknam ay his in particular 'at Ah want tae talk aboot: “The Embodiment ay Perfection.” Now, if Miles Bishop really is th' embodiment ay perfection, supposin' Ah beat heem - an' 'at is, ay coorse, mah aeem - 'en will 'at mean'at I’m better than perfection?’Rab shrugs nonchalantly. ‘I’ve quickly discovered thaur ur plenty ay fowk in wrestlin' 'at hink they’re perfect - Miles Bishop isnae aloyn oan 'at one. However, I’m ay th' skale ay thooght 'at no-ain is perfect. Ah know I’m nae perfect - Ah know if Ah want tae achieve real success in thes sport, 'at thaur is still plenty fur me tae learn, an' lots ay things fur me tae improve upon. I’m continually workin' tae improve myself, tae try tae be th' best wrestler 'at Ah can be, an' tae try tae gie myself th' best chance ay bein' successful. It's 'at wark ethic 'at has brooght me two wins in mah first two matches, an' it’s 'at wark ethic 'at can brin' me anither win in teo days’ time, against Miles Bishop.’Rab puts a hand on the post nearest him. ‘As fur givin' myself a nicknam, Ah don’t feel th' need tae hae one. An' Ah definitely don’t want one 'at woods be me braggin' abit who ur whit Ah am - Ah woods raither jist shaw ye aw whit Ah can dae in th' rin', an' 'en lae it tae ye tae come up wi' yer ain opinion abit mah abilities. Ah woods loch tae hink 'at I’ve made a guid impression oan ye aw wi' mah performances sae far, an' Ah hope tae continue wi' 'at oan Thursday, by defeatin' Miles Bishop.’Rab nods his head. ‘Ah need tae win thes match coz ay mah coosin. It’s 'er birthday oan Thursday, an' sae Ah want tae gie 'er th' gift ay seein' me beat Miles Bishop - admittedly, 'at might nae be th' gift she wants, but if Ah hae mah way, it’s th' gift she’s gonnae get. Mair importantly than it bein' mah coosin’s birthday though, Ah need tae win thes match sae 'at Ah can get one ower oan her: Natalie won th' first two matches ay 'er career, afair losin' 'er third - if Ah can defeat Miles Bishop, tae make it three wins in a raw, I’ll hae family braggin' rights.’Rab smirks. ‘In two days frae now, when Ah step in th' rin' wi' Miles Bishop, I’ll fin' it first hain jist hoo ready th' bloke 'at calls himself “Prime Time” is fur th' big spotlight; Ah intend tae shaw 'at he still has some way tae go yit. I’ll see ye aw oan Thursday.’With Rab staring towards the camera, the scene fades to black.
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Post by David on Jun 14, 2016 17:19:53 GMT -5
The scene opens outside the Lion’s Den training center. Stood leaning against a wall is Rab McKinley, who is wearing a pair of black shorts and a blue t-shirt. Rab moves away from the wall, taking a step towards the camera, and begins to speak. ‘Alright there! It’s me again: your friendly neighbourhood Scot, Rab McKinley. I’m back for more, following on from two weeks ago, when I was successful in my first ever match, and this time my opponent is a bloke by the name of Mylo Danvers.’Rab rubs his chin. ‘After my debut, when I was forced to fight someone that I’m friendly with - namely, Maritza Diaz - I’m a lot happier about being put in a match against Mylo Danvers. I have of course seen Mylo around the training centre, although he tends to keep to himself; I don’t have a problem with that, however - some people just prefer their own company. Because of that though, Mylo has gotten the nickname the “Lone Wolf” - and I have a strong dislike for wolves. Admittedly it might be an irrational dislike, but even so, unlike when I was in the ring with Maritza, I won’t be reluctant at all to give Mylo a battering.’Rab crosses his arms. ‘Mylo doesn’t care about anyone in Lion’s Den other than himself, which I suppose does at least mean that, whatever I do to him in our match, he won’t take it personally. By that, I don’t mean that I’m going to cut corners, and use underhanded tactics - if I am to win, I want to do so by staying within the rules.’Rab shakes his head. ‘No, what I mean is that because Mylo doesn’t care about me, there’s no need for me to care about him, and so I’m not going to apologise in advance - like I did before my previous match - for doing my utmost to win.’There is a brief pause, before Rab continues. ‘From what I know about Mylo, I get the impression that he won’t stop fighting until I put him down for the count of three - which is the way it should be, and so that’s fine with me.’Rab gives a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. ‘Referring to myself as a wrestler still doesn’t quite feel right, as I’m so rough around the edges, but I wouldn’t argue if anyone was to refer to me as a fighter - an uncouth, or unpolished one, perhaps, but a fighter nonetheless. And Mylo is going to find out first-hand just how much fight I have in me; I won’t be going anywhere until the bell rings for a second time, to signal the end the match - I’ll stay until the job is done.’Keeping his arms crossed, Rab leans forward. ‘In other words, I won’t stop fighting until I’ve got the match won.’He then stands up straight again. ‘Or possibly until I can’t fight any more, should it come to that. I’m aiming for the other scenario though - the one that has me getting my hand raised in victory.’Rab gazes up at the sky for a moment; he then looks back to the camera. ‘Like me, Mylo is a novice, so this ought to be a fairly even match. I believe he has been in half a dozen or so matches so far, so he does have a bit more in-ring experience than I do - although I’m not sure how many of those matches he actually won. As for me, for what it’s worth, my win-loss record is currently perfect, and I intend to keep it that way on Thursday.’Rab unfolds his arms. ‘Mylo, I don’t know enough about you, or what you’ve been through in your life, to be able to properly judge the kind of person that you are. I would hazard a guess, though, that until I turned up at the training centre, you had never encountered anyone quite like me before - and I don’t just mean that you hadn’t run into any other Scots before.’Rab winks. ‘Well, Mylo, this particular Scot is about to run head-on into you. And I’ve been told that I hit like a truck, so prepare yourself, because on Thursday evening, my truck is going to run right over your motorcycle.’He then smirks. ‘Or at least, that’s the plan; if raw power doesn’t work, I guess I’ll just have to find another way to get the better of you - all part of my development as a wrestler.’Rab nods. ‘I’ll see you in the ring.’Rab stares confidently at the camera for a few seconds before walking off, and as he does so, the scene fades to black.
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Rab #2
Jun 14, 2016 17:19:24 GMT -5
Post by David on Jun 14, 2016 17:19:24 GMT -5
The scene opens outside the Lion’s Den training center. Stood leaning against a wall is Rab McKinley, who is wearing a pair of black shorts and a blue t-shirt. Rab moves away from the wall, taking a step towards the camera, and begins to speak. ‘Awrite there! It’s me again: yer friendly neighboorhuid Scot, Rab McKinley. I’m back fur mair, followin' oan frae two weeks ago, when Ah was successful in mah first ever match, an' thes time mah opponent is a bloke by th' nam ay Mylo Danvers.’Rab rubs his chin. ‘Efter mah debut, when Ah was forced tae fight someain 'at I’m friendly wi' - namely, Maritza Diaz - I’m a lot happier abit bein' pit in a match against Mylo Danvers. Ah hae ay coorse seen Mylo aroond th' trainin' centre, althoogh he tends tae keep tae himself; Ah don’t hae a problem wi' 'at, however - some fowk jist prefer their ain company. Coz ay 'at thocht, Mylo has gotten th' nicknam th' “Lain Wolf” - an' Ah hae a strang dislike fur wolves. Admittedly it micht be an irrational dislike, but e'en sae, unlike when Ah was in th' rin' wi' Maritza, Ah won’t be reluctant at aw tae gie Mylo a batterin'.’Rab crosses his arms. ‘Mylo doesn’t caur abit anyain in Lion’s Den other than himself, which Ah suppose diz at leest mean 'at, whatever Ah dae tae heem in uir match, he won’t tak' it personally. By 'at, Ah don’t mean 'at I’m gonnae cut corners, an' use underhanded tactics - if Ah am tae win, Ah want tae dae sae by stayin' within th' rules.’Rab shakes his head. ‘Nae, whit Ah mean is 'at coz Mylo doesn’t caur abit me, there’s nae need fur me tae caur abit heem, an' sae I’m nae gonnae apologise in advance - loch Ah did afair mah previoos match - fur daein' mah utmost tae win.’There is a brief pause, before Rab continues. ‘Frae whit Ah ken abit Mylo, Ah gie th' impression 'at he won’t stop fightin' until Ah pit heem doon fur th' coont ay three - which is th' way it shoods be, an' sae that’s fine wi' me.’Rab gives a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. ‘Referrin' tae myself as a wrestler still doesn’t quite feel reit, as I’m sae roogh aroond th' edges, but Ah wooldn’t argue if anyain was tae refer tae me as a fighter - an uncooth, ur unpolished one, perhaps, but a fighter nonetheless. An' Mylo is gonnae fin' it first-hain jist hoo much fight Ah hae in me; Ah won’t be gonnae anywhaur until th' beel rings fur a second time, tae signal th' end th' match - I’ll stay until th' job is dain.’Keeping his arms crossed, Rab leans forward. ‘In other words, Ah won’t stop fightin' until I’ve got th' match won.’He then stands up straight again. ‘Ur possibly until Ah can’t fightbarnie onie mair, shoods it come tae 'at. I’m aimin' fur th' other scenario thocht - th' one 'at has me gettin' mah hain raised in victory.’Rab gazes up at the sky for a moment; he then looks back to the camera. ‘Loch me, Mylo is a novice, sae thes ooght tae be a fairly e'en match. Ah believe he has bin in half a dizzen ur sae matches sae far, sae he diz hae a bit mair in-rin' experience than Ah dae - althoogh I’m nae sure hoo mony ay those matches he actually won. As fur me, fur whit it’s worth, mah win-loss record is currently perfect, an' Ah intend tae keep it 'at way oan Thursday.’Rab unfolds his arms. ‘Mylo, Ah don’t ken enaw abit ye, ur whit yoo’ve bin through in yer life, tae be able tae properly judge th' kin' ay person 'at ye ur. Ah woods hazard a guess, thocht, 'at until Ah turned up at th' trainin' centre, ye hud ne'er encoontered anyain quite loch me afair - an’ Ah don’t jist mean 'at ye hadn’t rin intae onie other Scots afair.’Rab winks. ‘Weel, Mylo, thes particular Scot is about to rin head-on intae ye. An' I’ve bin tauld 'at Ah hit loch a truck, sae prepaur yerself, coz oan Thursday evening, mah truck is gonnae rin reit ower yer motorcycle.’He then smirks. ‘Ur at leest, that’s th' plan; if raw power doesn’t wark, Ah guess I’ll jist hae tae fin' anither way tae gie th' better ay ye - aw part ay mah development as a wrestler.’Rab nods. ‘I’ll see ye in th' rin'.’Rab stares confidently at the camera for a few seconds before walking off, and as he does so, the scene fades to black.
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