Rab #10
Dec 8, 2016 19:38:00 GMT -5
Post by David on Dec 8, 2016 19:38:00 GMT -5
The scene opens to show Rab McKinley stood atop Mount Lee, with his back to the camera, looking down on the Hollywood sign.
‘If 3GW was a play, then the Red Carpet Rumble match would be the final scene of the first act.’
Rab - who is wearing a pair of white shorts and a black t-shirt - turns around to face the camera.
‘Now I’m not much of a theatregoer…’
Rab pauses, before making a remark in a sarcastic tone.
‘...I’m sure that revelation will come as a great surprise to all of you…’
He smiles wryly, and then continues.
‘...but I know enough to be aware that the final act of a play is usually when the protagonist prevails. However, this is my video, which means that right now, I’m the protagonist, and I plan on having this play follow a different structure: the script I’ve drafted has me ending the first act by triumphing in the Red Carpet Rumble, with the subsequent acts then featuring me defending the Paramount Championship against all manner of antagonists - I think that’s a play that would be well-received by critics and the public alike.’
Rab rubs his chin.
‘Following a tricky initial period in 3GW, I’m now heading into the Red Carpet Rumble with some momentum on my side, after having won each of my last three matches - perhaps I’m not as average as Ms. Kaiser made me out to be, after all.’
Rab smirks.
‘How much that will count for in the Red Carpet Rumble remains to be seen though, as this of course won’t be like any other match that I’ve competed in previously. The thing that will have perhaps the biggest effect on my chances of winning the Red Carpet Rumble is when I enter the match: if I’m drawn to enter the match the early on, then I'll have a long night ahead of me, whereas if I'm fortunate enough to enter the match near to the end, then the task will be less difficult. Regardless of when I enter the match though, my intention will remain the same, which simply put, is to win, and walk out as the inaugural 3GW Paramount Champion.’
There is a brief pause, before Rab continues.
‘Momentum isn’t what’s going to determine the outcome of this match.’
Rab shakes his head.
‘Removing the last two letters from momentum leaves you with another word: moment. Throughout the Red Carpet Rumble, every participant will have critical moments, and the person who copes with those moments the best will be the one that wins; when you have the opportunity to eliminate someone from the match, can you make the most of it? On the other hand, just when it seems like you’re about to be eliminated, can you find a way to avoid that happening, and instead keep your chances of winning alive?’
Rab shrugs.
‘I think I can safely say that there won’t be anyone in this match as strong as me, which means that there isn’t anyone in the match that I won’t be able to throw over the top rope. I’m not so misguided though as to think that no-one is going to have what it takes to be able to eliminate me, but if it was to come down to a test of strength, I’m confident that there would only be one winner: me.’
Rab nods.
‘I assume you’ve all heard of the irresistible force paradox. Well, looking at the 3GW roster, there’s no greater physical force in 3GW than me, and I’m yet to see someone that could be classed as an immovable object, so I think I have a decent shot at winning on Sunday.’
Rab puts his hands on his hips.
‘To win the Red Carpet Rumble, I’ll have to outlast nineteen opponents, including a mystery participant. When Amanda Johnson tried asking Jordan Cain’s assistant, Lindsay Harrington, who that person will be, Ms. Harrington’s reply began with “Oh sweetie;” was that a hint as to the identity of the mystery participant? I mean, she seemed to put a specific emphasis on those words, which made me think of a particular shade of red, and a certain female wrestler that calls everyone “sweetie.”’
Rab smirks again.
‘Maybe I’m completely wrong; I’ll find out soon enough, I guess.’
He then crosses his arms.
‘At present, I’m stood on top of this mountain, looking down on Los Angeles; come the end of the Red Carpet Rumble, I aim to be stood on top of the 3GW mountain, looking down on everyone else; it won’t come easy, but then nothing worth having does - and the Paramount Championship is definitely something worth having; see you on Sunday.’
With Rab staring confidently towards the camera, the scene fades to black.
‘If 3GW was a play, then the Red Carpet Rumble match would be the final scene of the first act.’
Rab - who is wearing a pair of white shorts and a black t-shirt - turns around to face the camera.
‘Now I’m not much of a theatregoer…’
Rab pauses, before making a remark in a sarcastic tone.
‘...I’m sure that revelation will come as a great surprise to all of you…’
He smiles wryly, and then continues.
‘...but I know enough to be aware that the final act of a play is usually when the protagonist prevails. However, this is my video, which means that right now, I’m the protagonist, and I plan on having this play follow a different structure: the script I’ve drafted has me ending the first act by triumphing in the Red Carpet Rumble, with the subsequent acts then featuring me defending the Paramount Championship against all manner of antagonists - I think that’s a play that would be well-received by critics and the public alike.’
Rab rubs his chin.
‘Following a tricky initial period in 3GW, I’m now heading into the Red Carpet Rumble with some momentum on my side, after having won each of my last three matches - perhaps I’m not as average as Ms. Kaiser made me out to be, after all.’
Rab smirks.
‘How much that will count for in the Red Carpet Rumble remains to be seen though, as this of course won’t be like any other match that I’ve competed in previously. The thing that will have perhaps the biggest effect on my chances of winning the Red Carpet Rumble is when I enter the match: if I’m drawn to enter the match the early on, then I'll have a long night ahead of me, whereas if I'm fortunate enough to enter the match near to the end, then the task will be less difficult. Regardless of when I enter the match though, my intention will remain the same, which simply put, is to win, and walk out as the inaugural 3GW Paramount Champion.’
There is a brief pause, before Rab continues.
‘Momentum isn’t what’s going to determine the outcome of this match.’
Rab shakes his head.
‘Removing the last two letters from momentum leaves you with another word: moment. Throughout the Red Carpet Rumble, every participant will have critical moments, and the person who copes with those moments the best will be the one that wins; when you have the opportunity to eliminate someone from the match, can you make the most of it? On the other hand, just when it seems like you’re about to be eliminated, can you find a way to avoid that happening, and instead keep your chances of winning alive?’
Rab shrugs.
‘I think I can safely say that there won’t be anyone in this match as strong as me, which means that there isn’t anyone in the match that I won’t be able to throw over the top rope. I’m not so misguided though as to think that no-one is going to have what it takes to be able to eliminate me, but if it was to come down to a test of strength, I’m confident that there would only be one winner: me.’
Rab nods.
‘I assume you’ve all heard of the irresistible force paradox. Well, looking at the 3GW roster, there’s no greater physical force in 3GW than me, and I’m yet to see someone that could be classed as an immovable object, so I think I have a decent shot at winning on Sunday.’
Rab puts his hands on his hips.
‘To win the Red Carpet Rumble, I’ll have to outlast nineteen opponents, including a mystery participant. When Amanda Johnson tried asking Jordan Cain’s assistant, Lindsay Harrington, who that person will be, Ms. Harrington’s reply began with “Oh sweetie;” was that a hint as to the identity of the mystery participant? I mean, she seemed to put a specific emphasis on those words, which made me think of a particular shade of red, and a certain female wrestler that calls everyone “sweetie.”’
Rab smirks again.
‘Maybe I’m completely wrong; I’ll find out soon enough, I guess.’
He then crosses his arms.
‘At present, I’m stood on top of this mountain, looking down on Los Angeles; come the end of the Red Carpet Rumble, I aim to be stood on top of the 3GW mountain, looking down on everyone else; it won’t come easy, but then nothing worth having does - and the Paramount Championship is definitely something worth having; see you on Sunday.’
With Rab staring confidently towards the camera, the scene fades to black.
