Rab #8 (English version)
Oct 31, 2016 18:00:46 GMT -5
Post by David on Oct 31, 2016 18:00:46 GMT -5
The scene opens to show Rab stood by Long Beach Shoreline Marina, with Rainbow Lagoon Park visible in the background.
‘Happy Monday. I would say happy Halloween, but I’ve never really been one to get excited about Halloween - I don’t need a reason to drink, I’m British - so yeah, happy Monday.’
Rab is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt.
‘Halloween is the one night of the year when my next opponent can go out in public without having to worry about people giving him strange looks because of his appearance.’
Behind Rab, a group of people dressed as zombies shuffle past, in typical zombie manner; Rab turns to look at them.
‘Kind of like that lot.’
He then looks back to the camera.
‘I say this assuming the Fallen Angel wears that face paint of his constantly, but I could of course be wrong: he could look completely different when he goes out in public. Besides, I probably shouldn’t be passing comment on how he chooses to dress, as what matters most to me is what he can do in the ring, and whether or not I can beat him - I reckon I can, but it’s up to me to prove it.’
Rab rubs his chin for a moment, before continuing.
‘So, Fallen Angel, welcome to 3GW. I saw your debut match two weeks ago, and you put in a decent showing, but ultimately, you still lost. Now, losing to Echo Rigby isn’t anything to be ashamed of, but the outcome of that match does at least mean you already know how it feels to be defeated inside a 3GW ring, and that’s a feeling I intend to have you get reacquainted with on Thursday evening.’
Rab smiles wryly.
‘I need to ask about the name, though. Do you call yourself the Fallen Angel because you think you’re God’s gift to wrestling? Or do you have an even greater opinion of yourself than that - do you think you’re God’s gift to the world as a whole?’
There is a shrug of the shoulders from Rab.
‘I went back and watched what you had to say to Echo, ahead of your match with her, as I thought maybe that would give me a better understanding of who you are, and what you’re about, but honestly, most of what you said went over my head, and it just left me more confused than I was beforehand.’
Rab scratches his head.
‘I’ve got some friends who act like they’re God’s gift to women, and it’s always amusing on nights out to see them get brought down to earth, when they get turned down as they try to pull a girl. Well, Fallen Angel, on Thursday, I’m going to bring you down to earth, and puncture that messiah complex of yours, by dropping you on your head.’
He then smirks.
‘Also, while I remember, apparently you’re from Parts Unknown - I think that’s somewhere in the Highlands, isn’t it? I’m sure it’s somewhere between Aberdeen and Dundee. Have you ever been to Edinburgh?’
There is a short pause, before Rab continues.
‘No? That’s too bad. You would fit right in with some of the pretentious idiots who come to my hometown every August for the Edinburgh Festival - the kind of people that my friends and I enjoy giving a good kicking when they step out of line. Don’t worry though, Fallen Angel, because when you get in that ring with me, I’ll show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on - you’ll get the full Edinburgh Festival experience, Rab McKinley style: an uppercut here, a suplex there - it’ll be just like being in a pub on Princes Street.’
Rab winks.
‘In all honesty, Fallen Angel, I don’t really care who you are, or where you’re from, or why you dress the way you do, all I really care about is beating you in our match. You see, my first two matches in 3GW didn’t exactly go the way I would’ve liked them to, and after defeating Ethan Thompson - the second - in my last match, to finally put a mark in the win column, I have no desire whatsoever to go back to losing.’
Rab shakes his head.
‘I don’t know why you’re in 3GW - again, I don’t really care - but I’m here to try to have a successful career as a professional wrestler. It’s been a bit of a mixed bag so far, but I’m staying positive, and I’m not about to let some face painted fool bring me down. Happy Monday? Perhaps, but I intend to have a very happy Thursday.’
As Rab stares towards the camera, the scene fades to black.
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‘Happy Monday. I would say happy Halloween, but I’ve never really been one to get excited about Halloween - I don’t need a reason to drink, I’m British - so yeah, happy Monday.’
Rab is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt.
‘Halloween is the one night of the year when my next opponent can go out in public without having to worry about people giving him strange looks because of his appearance.’
Behind Rab, a group of people dressed as zombies shuffle past, in typical zombie manner; Rab turns to look at them.
‘Kind of like that lot.’
He then looks back to the camera.
‘I say this assuming the Fallen Angel wears that face paint of his constantly, but I could of course be wrong: he could look completely different when he goes out in public. Besides, I probably shouldn’t be passing comment on how he chooses to dress, as what matters most to me is what he can do in the ring, and whether or not I can beat him - I reckon I can, but it’s up to me to prove it.’
Rab rubs his chin for a moment, before continuing.
‘So, Fallen Angel, welcome to 3GW. I saw your debut match two weeks ago, and you put in a decent showing, but ultimately, you still lost. Now, losing to Echo Rigby isn’t anything to be ashamed of, but the outcome of that match does at least mean you already know how it feels to be defeated inside a 3GW ring, and that’s a feeling I intend to have you get reacquainted with on Thursday evening.’
Rab smiles wryly.
‘I need to ask about the name, though. Do you call yourself the Fallen Angel because you think you’re God’s gift to wrestling? Or do you have an even greater opinion of yourself than that - do you think you’re God’s gift to the world as a whole?’
There is a shrug of the shoulders from Rab.
‘I went back and watched what you had to say to Echo, ahead of your match with her, as I thought maybe that would give me a better understanding of who you are, and what you’re about, but honestly, most of what you said went over my head, and it just left me more confused than I was beforehand.’
Rab scratches his head.
‘I’ve got some friends who act like they’re God’s gift to women, and it’s always amusing on nights out to see them get brought down to earth, when they get turned down as they try to pull a girl. Well, Fallen Angel, on Thursday, I’m going to bring you down to earth, and puncture that messiah complex of yours, by dropping you on your head.’
He then smirks.
‘Also, while I remember, apparently you’re from Parts Unknown - I think that’s somewhere in the Highlands, isn’t it? I’m sure it’s somewhere between Aberdeen and Dundee. Have you ever been to Edinburgh?’
There is a short pause, before Rab continues.
‘No? That’s too bad. You would fit right in with some of the pretentious idiots who come to my hometown every August for the Edinburgh Festival - the kind of people that my friends and I enjoy giving a good kicking when they step out of line. Don’t worry though, Fallen Angel, because when you get in that ring with me, I’ll show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on - you’ll get the full Edinburgh Festival experience, Rab McKinley style: an uppercut here, a suplex there - it’ll be just like being in a pub on Princes Street.’
Rab winks.
‘In all honesty, Fallen Angel, I don’t really care who you are, or where you’re from, or why you dress the way you do, all I really care about is beating you in our match. You see, my first two matches in 3GW didn’t exactly go the way I would’ve liked them to, and after defeating Ethan Thompson - the second - in my last match, to finally put a mark in the win column, I have no desire whatsoever to go back to losing.’
Rab shakes his head.
‘I don’t know why you’re in 3GW - again, I don’t really care - but I’m here to try to have a successful career as a professional wrestler. It’s been a bit of a mixed bag so far, but I’m staying positive, and I’m not about to let some face painted fool bring me down. Happy Monday? Perhaps, but I intend to have a very happy Thursday.’
As Rab stares towards the camera, the scene fades to black.
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