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.
Click here for the English version.
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.
Click here for the English version.
