Rab #9 (English version)
Nov 15, 2016 18:16:08 GMT -5
Post by David on Nov 15, 2016 18:16:08 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.
‘Alright there! How’s it going? You join me as I continue my tour of the many drinking spots that there are to be found 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.
‘This particular pub is a German pub, and my inspiration for coming here - if you hadn’t already guessed - is the fact that Germany is the homeland of my next opponent, Avaset Kaiser. This will be the third match pitting me against someone making their debut in 3GW, and after having failed to win either of the previous two, I definitely wish to avoid an unwanted hat-trick, and instead hand Avaset a loss in her first match in 3GW.’
Rab rubs his chin.
‘I believe I’m right in saying that the first match of Avaset’s career came only as recently as the end of August, and she has already developed quite a reputation for herself - only two and a half months into her career, and she seems to be doing a good job of living up to her family name. I mean, I’m far from the most knowledgeable person about wrestling, but even I’ve heard of the Kaiser family.’
He nods.
‘Having a well-known surname can bring with it its own pressure, although that’s not something I have to worry about: being a McKinley, it’s more a case of living down to your name than up to it - our name certainly doesn’t mean much in the world of wrestling; could a McKinley possibly defeat a Kaiser? Stick around, because on Thursday evening, it could very well happen - especially if I have anything to say about it.’
Rab pauses to drink some more of his beer.
‘I think it’s about time a Scot got the better of a German in a sporting contest. The thought of Germany versus Scotland has me casting my mind back to two matches between the countries on the football pitch in the past two years - and two narrow, if not unexpected, losses for Scotland; does anyone expect anything other than another German win this Thursday?’
He shrugs.
‘I guess Andy Murray has probably beaten a German somewhere along the way, but I’m not sure - I don’t really care about tennis. In fact, I think a Scot being the number one tennis player in the world may actually be one of the harbingers of the apocalypse. Wrestling might not have its own rankings system, but if it did, I know I would have a long way to go - there would be a lot of people ahead of me. I’ve won my last two matches though, so I am at least moving in the right direction, and a win on Thursday will continue my upward mobility. Plus, like I said, it’s about time a Scot got the better of a German.’
Rab takes another drink from his glass of beer.
‘Avaset Kaiser has a couple of nicknames: “The Crown Jewel” and “The Killer Queen.” Now, if you want to hear my opinion on nicknames, go back and watch the video I recorded a few months ago ahead of a match I had in Lion’s Den against Miles Bishop, in which I talked about his nicknames. To be fair, I know that “The Killer Queen” is a title Avaset earned by winning a tournament elsewhere, but it’s up to me to prevent her from having things go all her way in 3GW, which I suppose means that I need to be the Queen Killer.’
There is a small smirk from Rab.
‘On second thought, I just need to be a conqueror, or a conquistador - something along those lines; I don’t need to kill Avaset, I just need to overcome her.’
Rab takes a breath.
‘I know that “The Crown Jewel” has her sights set on ruling over 3GW, but I’m from the UK, and one constitutional monarchy is enough for me. Avaset may want to claim another throne for herself, but I don’t have any such long-term goals - I just want to drink alcohol, win my matches, and see where that gets me. For now, my only immediate goal is to win this match on Thursday; I’ll see you out there, Avaset.’
As Rab reaches for his pint glass again, the scene fades to black.
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‘Alright there! How’s it going? You join me as I continue my tour of the many drinking spots that there are to be found 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.
‘This particular pub is a German pub, and my inspiration for coming here - if you hadn’t already guessed - is the fact that Germany is the homeland of my next opponent, Avaset Kaiser. This will be the third match pitting me against someone making their debut in 3GW, and after having failed to win either of the previous two, I definitely wish to avoid an unwanted hat-trick, and instead hand Avaset a loss in her first match in 3GW.’
Rab rubs his chin.
‘I believe I’m right in saying that the first match of Avaset’s career came only as recently as the end of August, and she has already developed quite a reputation for herself - only two and a half months into her career, and she seems to be doing a good job of living up to her family name. I mean, I’m far from the most knowledgeable person about wrestling, but even I’ve heard of the Kaiser family.’
He nods.
‘Having a well-known surname can bring with it its own pressure, although that’s not something I have to worry about: being a McKinley, it’s more a case of living down to your name than up to it - our name certainly doesn’t mean much in the world of wrestling; could a McKinley possibly defeat a Kaiser? Stick around, because on Thursday evening, it could very well happen - especially if I have anything to say about it.’
Rab pauses to drink some more of his beer.
‘I think it’s about time a Scot got the better of a German in a sporting contest. The thought of Germany versus Scotland has me casting my mind back to two matches between the countries on the football pitch in the past two years - and two narrow, if not unexpected, losses for Scotland; does anyone expect anything other than another German win this Thursday?’
He shrugs.
‘I guess Andy Murray has probably beaten a German somewhere along the way, but I’m not sure - I don’t really care about tennis. In fact, I think a Scot being the number one tennis player in the world may actually be one of the harbingers of the apocalypse. Wrestling might not have its own rankings system, but if it did, I know I would have a long way to go - there would be a lot of people ahead of me. I’ve won my last two matches though, so I am at least moving in the right direction, and a win on Thursday will continue my upward mobility. Plus, like I said, it’s about time a Scot got the better of a German.’
Rab takes another drink from his glass of beer.
‘Avaset Kaiser has a couple of nicknames: “The Crown Jewel” and “The Killer Queen.” Now, if you want to hear my opinion on nicknames, go back and watch the video I recorded a few months ago ahead of a match I had in Lion’s Den against Miles Bishop, in which I talked about his nicknames. To be fair, I know that “The Killer Queen” is a title Avaset earned by winning a tournament elsewhere, but it’s up to me to prevent her from having things go all her way in 3GW, which I suppose means that I need to be the Queen Killer.’
There is a small smirk from Rab.
‘On second thought, I just need to be a conqueror, or a conquistador - something along those lines; I don’t need to kill Avaset, I just need to overcome her.’
Rab takes a breath.
‘I know that “The Crown Jewel” has her sights set on ruling over 3GW, but I’m from the UK, and one constitutional monarchy is enough for me. Avaset may want to claim another throne for herself, but I don’t have any such long-term goals - I just want to drink alcohol, win my matches, and see where that gets me. For now, my only immediate goal is to win this match on Thursday; I’ll see you out there, Avaset.’
As Rab reaches for his pint glass again, the scene fades to black.
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