Rab #3 (English version)
Jun 28, 2016 16:36:41 GMT -5
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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‘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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