Post by marc on Jun 16, 2008 13:06:17 GMT -4
The camera follows the After Hours backstage interviewer Maria. The camera catches a rather peculiar sight. Ronnie Cage is seen handing what appears to be a wad of cash and a uWe employee t-shirt to a Rogers Centre employee. Ronnie smirks at the man as they part ways, the man heading the opposite way and Ronnie heading towards Maria. As he approaches her, she smiles sweetly. Ronnie is wearing beige cargo shorts held up by a hanging belt with a Lynyrd Skynyrd buckle, a plain black t-shirt and his Confederate Converse All-Stars.
Maria: Mr. Cage?
But Ronnie ignores her and walks right by, not stopping. Maria speeds up to catch up with him and tries again.
Maria: Mr. Cage? Could we get an interview?
Ronnie continues walking but doesn't stop Maria from following him. He smirks and turns to see her walking next to him.
Ronnie: Yore not mah usual interviewer. Were the other two too scared of me?
Maria: What? Oh..um..yeah now that I think about it, they did say something about not wanting to be the ones to do the interview with you and wished me good luck. I guess I just didn't have the time to wonder, ya know?
Ronnie: No, Ah don't know. Ah'm not a dumb ugly bitch like yew.
Maria looks speechless, she continues to follow Ronnie trying to think of what to say to that. They pass a refreshment stand and Ronnie stops, Maria finally has a chance to catch her breath. Ronnie orders one Coke and one Pabst Blue Ribbon. When the server at the refreshment stand asks for cash Ronnie looks appalled.
Ronnie: Money? Yew want money? Do yew know who Ah am? Ah'm Ronnie Cage, bitch. Soon to be numba one contenda for the uWe International Title. What, ya don't believe me? How's this for proof?
Ronnie smirks and pulls a nearby chair towards the counter. He grabs Maria by the waist and lifts her onto the chair so that she's facing him. Maria is a little surprised and nervous, she doesn't really know how to react. Without warning, Ronnie lifts the back of her skirt up as the man at the counter’s jaw drops. Ronnie then turns Maria’s ass to the camera and reveals a tattoo on her right butt cheek reading “uWe’s bitch”. The cameraman stumbles back trying to contain himself. Maria smacks Ronnie’s hands and steps off the chair. Ronnie answers her priceless facial expression of anger, confusion and shock with a quick explanation.
Ronnie: Mah wife spiked yore drink yesterday with GHB.
Maria: GHB?
Ronnie *sighing at Maria’s lack of knowledge*: It’s a date rape drug. Well, mah wife spiked yore drink with it yesterday and we took yew downtown to get that done. Hope yew like it because it ain’t neva commin off. Now do yew still want yore interview?
To Ronnie’s surprise, Maria nods and smiles. Ronnie sees that the man at the refreshment counter got them their drinks so he grabs the beer and the coke and brings it to the table. He puts the coke on the table and sits in the chair. Maria is about to sit opposite him but Ronnie shakes his head.
Ronnie: Yore gonna sit on mah lap like the bimbo yew are.
Maria reluctantly sits on what she thinks is his knee, but quickly jumps up.
Maria: Eww your knee feels weird…
Ronnie: That’s because it wasn’t mah knee…it was mah beer bottle!
Ronnie mutters “dumb bitch” under his breath and points to the seat across from him. Maria sits across from Ronnie and pulls her drink towards her. She takes a sip of her coke, then it hits her that Ronnie might have spiked it so she spits the small sip out to the side. Ronnie chuckles, takes a sip of his beer and shakes his head.
Ronnie: Ah didn’t spike yore drink this time. Yore not worth mah time tonight. Ah got bigger fish to fry.
Maria: Oh, right, so can I ask you a few questions? … Thanks. So how does it feel to finally have a shot at the number one contender spot for the International Title?
Ronnie: How does it feel? How does it feel? It’s about damn time Ah get a shot to be numba one contenda. But Ah shouldn’t need to go through three other people. Ah should just be declared numba one contenda.
Maria: Right.. and how do you plan on preparing for this match.
Ronnie: Well yew don’t spend most of yore life as the best friend of Davy Blade and not learn a few things about championships. Ah mean the man beat yore fucking idol Ryan Starr four fucking times and Ah wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled off numba five. Not that he’s any betta than me, but that’s anotha story. Well Ah’ve learned a few tricks that the other three won’t be expecting.
Maria yawns a little but covers it up and takes another sip of her coke. Ronnie smirks and takes another sip of his beer.
Maria: So speaking of the other three, what do you think of them?
Ronnie: Ha! What do Ah think.. of them? Well, let’s see. Chaos is a washed up Canadian veteran, and just in case yew thought Ah was statin the obvious, he’s Canadian which makes it worse. Warren Peace is a dumb ghetto “dog” who thinks he’s “the shit” but really is just shit. That leaves Jake Rifle, he’s a little better off than the otha two, but he’s still a Ministry punk whose gonna get his ass put into place.
Maria has now finished more than half of her bottle and is now slumped over. Ronnie chuckles to himself.
Ronnie: Yew make this too easy. Ah lied you dumb idiot. Ah did spike yore drink again.
Ronnie stands up and walks a few steps towards Maria’s chair. He grabs her by the thong and picks her up and then her half finished bottle of coke in the other hand. The cameraman is shocked, luckily it’s too early for anyone else to be around, so Ronnie just starts walking off with her. He arrives at where the Renaissance Skydome Hotel is and looks for the room he had been told belonged to Bad Attitude. He glances quickly over his left shoulder to see that the elevator is very close. He kicks the door down and before Davy, Joker or Maddogg can get up, throws Maria towards them and then throws the coke bottle at Davy’s head. By the time Maddogg gets out the door, the only thing he sees is the elevator door closing.
Maria: Mr. Cage?
But Ronnie ignores her and walks right by, not stopping. Maria speeds up to catch up with him and tries again.
Maria: Mr. Cage? Could we get an interview?
Ronnie continues walking but doesn't stop Maria from following him. He smirks and turns to see her walking next to him.
Ronnie: Yore not mah usual interviewer. Were the other two too scared of me?
Maria: What? Oh..um..yeah now that I think about it, they did say something about not wanting to be the ones to do the interview with you and wished me good luck. I guess I just didn't have the time to wonder, ya know?
Ronnie: No, Ah don't know. Ah'm not a dumb ugly bitch like yew.
Maria looks speechless, she continues to follow Ronnie trying to think of what to say to that. They pass a refreshment stand and Ronnie stops, Maria finally has a chance to catch her breath. Ronnie orders one Coke and one Pabst Blue Ribbon. When the server at the refreshment stand asks for cash Ronnie looks appalled.
Ronnie: Money? Yew want money? Do yew know who Ah am? Ah'm Ronnie Cage, bitch. Soon to be numba one contenda for the uWe International Title. What, ya don't believe me? How's this for proof?
Ronnie smirks and pulls a nearby chair towards the counter. He grabs Maria by the waist and lifts her onto the chair so that she's facing him. Maria is a little surprised and nervous, she doesn't really know how to react. Without warning, Ronnie lifts the back of her skirt up as the man at the counter’s jaw drops. Ronnie then turns Maria’s ass to the camera and reveals a tattoo on her right butt cheek reading “uWe’s bitch”. The cameraman stumbles back trying to contain himself. Maria smacks Ronnie’s hands and steps off the chair. Ronnie answers her priceless facial expression of anger, confusion and shock with a quick explanation.
Ronnie: Mah wife spiked yore drink yesterday with GHB.
Maria: GHB?
Ronnie *sighing at Maria’s lack of knowledge*: It’s a date rape drug. Well, mah wife spiked yore drink with it yesterday and we took yew downtown to get that done. Hope yew like it because it ain’t neva commin off. Now do yew still want yore interview?
To Ronnie’s surprise, Maria nods and smiles. Ronnie sees that the man at the refreshment counter got them their drinks so he grabs the beer and the coke and brings it to the table. He puts the coke on the table and sits in the chair. Maria is about to sit opposite him but Ronnie shakes his head.
Ronnie: Yore gonna sit on mah lap like the bimbo yew are.
Maria reluctantly sits on what she thinks is his knee, but quickly jumps up.
Maria: Eww your knee feels weird…
Ronnie: That’s because it wasn’t mah knee…it was mah beer bottle!
Ronnie mutters “dumb bitch” under his breath and points to the seat across from him. Maria sits across from Ronnie and pulls her drink towards her. She takes a sip of her coke, then it hits her that Ronnie might have spiked it so she spits the small sip out to the side. Ronnie chuckles, takes a sip of his beer and shakes his head.
Ronnie: Ah didn’t spike yore drink this time. Yore not worth mah time tonight. Ah got bigger fish to fry.
Maria: Oh, right, so can I ask you a few questions? … Thanks. So how does it feel to finally have a shot at the number one contender spot for the International Title?
Ronnie: How does it feel? How does it feel? It’s about damn time Ah get a shot to be numba one contenda. But Ah shouldn’t need to go through three other people. Ah should just be declared numba one contenda.
Maria: Right.. and how do you plan on preparing for this match.
Ronnie: Well yew don’t spend most of yore life as the best friend of Davy Blade and not learn a few things about championships. Ah mean the man beat yore fucking idol Ryan Starr four fucking times and Ah wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled off numba five. Not that he’s any betta than me, but that’s anotha story. Well Ah’ve learned a few tricks that the other three won’t be expecting.
Maria yawns a little but covers it up and takes another sip of her coke. Ronnie smirks and takes another sip of his beer.
Maria: So speaking of the other three, what do you think of them?
Ronnie: Ha! What do Ah think.. of them? Well, let’s see. Chaos is a washed up Canadian veteran, and just in case yew thought Ah was statin the obvious, he’s Canadian which makes it worse. Warren Peace is a dumb ghetto “dog” who thinks he’s “the shit” but really is just shit. That leaves Jake Rifle, he’s a little better off than the otha two, but he’s still a Ministry punk whose gonna get his ass put into place.
Maria has now finished more than half of her bottle and is now slumped over. Ronnie chuckles to himself.
Ronnie: Yew make this too easy. Ah lied you dumb idiot. Ah did spike yore drink again.
Ronnie stands up and walks a few steps towards Maria’s chair. He grabs her by the thong and picks her up and then her half finished bottle of coke in the other hand. The cameraman is shocked, luckily it’s too early for anyone else to be around, so Ronnie just starts walking off with her. He arrives at where the Renaissance Skydome Hotel is and looks for the room he had been told belonged to Bad Attitude. He glances quickly over his left shoulder to see that the elevator is very close. He kicks the door down and before Davy, Joker or Maddogg can get up, throws Maria towards them and then throws the coke bottle at Davy’s head. By the time Maddogg gets out the door, the only thing he sees is the elevator door closing.
