Post by marc on Jun 16, 2008 13:16:29 GMT -4
For once we find Ronnie Cage in a setting that is outside the uWe. He stands with his back to the camera, outside a rather large house in the middle of Toronto. Very few people recognize the house, but the few who do, know that it's the Toronto home of Scott Young, the sports reporter and journalist for the Globe and Mail, and his family including and most importantly for this occasion, his famous son: Neil Young. Even though Ronnie has his back to the camera he is unmistakable, with his shaggy blond hair and the back of his Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt that says "Support Southern Rock" in big white bold lettering, his beige cargo shorts and his Confederate Converse All-Stars. Oddly, Ronnie seems to be relieving himself all over the front yard. Ronnie finishes off and the clanking sound of his metal Lynyrd Skynyrd belt buckle can be heard, as well as the sound of his zipper being zipped up. Ronnie grabs the acoustic guitar laying on the ground next to him and picks it up as he turns towards the camera. He smirks as he starts to play in a staccato manor using power chords. But no matter how he plays, the song is obvious from the first few notes. The odd take on the popular and overplayed song, Sweet Home Alabama by Lynyrd Skynyrd attracts little attention on that particular Thursday afternoon.
Ronnie:
Ronnie butchers the solo as he jumps around the garden making a spectacle of himself. He spits everywhere he can and kicks over several potted plants and steps on the rose garden. He finishes the solo and starts again.
Ronnie:
Ronnie dances around a little more and then, without warning, smashes the guitar into the curb and leaves it there. He then whirls around and grabs the cameraman by the shirt.
Ronnie: Now listen here, you pieces of shit. The man who lived in this house wrote a song about me called Southern Man. He told me to keep mah head, and to read mah bible. He said Ryan Starr and his so-called straight edge Messiah bullshit isn't going to get him far. He asked me when Ah'm going to pay them back - Well Ah'll tell yew when Ah'm going to pay those fuckers back. Friday Night at Midsummer Massacre, right afta the grudge match and before the Diva match with that whore Christy Hemme in it. Ah don't care if yore Ghetto Gospel, Ministry of Darkness or Hometown Hero. That title is mahne. Do yew know whay? ‘Cause Ah made the man who held it for nine months.
That's right. Ah made turned the boy who was David Stone into the man who is Davy Blade. When that scrawny little runt was being bullied in New Orleans, Louisiana, Ah was the the one to save his sorry little ass. Ah was the one who brought Anarchy to uWe and Ah was the one who brought Bad Attitude to uWe. And Ah'm still the one with the guts to burn his favourite bike. No one is EVER grateful for what Ah've done for them. Did Davy come with me when mah grandmotha was diagnosed with cancer? He didn't even tell me he had made it into the wrestling business until Ah came to see him at his parent's funeral. Did Davy ask me to come with him when he was shipped off to England? No! It wasn't until he called me a year later, whining, like he does, about his cousin Danny, did he ask me to come as an ally, to keep Danny off his back. And when mah Uncle, who was like a father to me, was diagnosed with cancer, Davy didn't come home with me, he didn't ask if there was nothing he could do either. He went on with his career and won that title which should've been mahne to start with.
He never saw it coming. He never thought that Ah could possibly leave his side. He thought Ah was a faithful dog. Well Ah got married Davy. And she's a beauty. She makes Mercedes look like a cheap slut who works at Jarvis and Gerard. Ah ditched yew Davy, Ah let yew run to yore new best friends, Maddogg and Joker. Ah let yew do that as a favour. So Ah wouldn't have to take this title from yew, destroying yew in the process. Because you better believe it, Davy. Ah'm going to win that title shot, leaving Jake Rifle, Warren Peace, and Chaos slumped in the back of the garbage truck heading for Michigan. Yew made a mistake letting go of this title. Yew dreamed too much. Yew thought you could get the World Title if you let go of this title. But yew was wrong. Yore so called friend Joker is the one fighting for the title. Ah know yew won't admit to it, but it burns yew up inside, that yew left Rapture to go to After Hours, for a shot at the World Title against Ryan Starr. Yew knew yew could beat him. But he lost like the pathetic bitch that he is. He lost, and then yew lost. Face it Davy, without me, yore a loser, and without yew. Ah'm a winner. This is mah Anarchy bitch, and yew'd better be ready for it!
Ronnie throws the cameraman into the grass where he had previously taken a leak and walks off humming the tune to Southern Man by Neil Young as he walks off down the street.
Ronnie:
Well Taker's eyes they keep on rollin'
But his answers aren't in his head
When he meets the Joker and the thief, yeah
We'll all find out why they call him Dead-man, and that's for sure.
Well Ah'm sure The Ministry doesn't like me
And if they do it's not for long
‘Cause when Ah'm done with their poor Jakey
Ah'll leave him lying with Mr. Young. It'll be done.
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Where's my title-shot you dirty whore?
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Well it won't be theirs anymore.
In Philadelphia they love The Gospel. One! Two! Three!
That's what they'll shout when Ah lay him out.
His Ghetto talk does not bother me.
He won't be talkin much with broken teeth.
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Where's my title-shot you dirty whore?
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Well it won't be theirs anymore.
But his answers aren't in his head
When he meets the Joker and the thief, yeah
We'll all find out why they call him Dead-man, and that's for sure.
Well Ah'm sure The Ministry doesn't like me
And if they do it's not for long
‘Cause when Ah'm done with their poor Jakey
Ah'll leave him lying with Mr. Young. It'll be done.
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Where's my title-shot you dirty whore?
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Well it won't be theirs anymore.
In Philadelphia they love The Gospel. One! Two! Three!
That's what they'll shout when Ah lay him out.
His Ghetto talk does not bother me.
He won't be talkin much with broken teeth.
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Where's my title-shot you dirty whore?
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Well it won't be theirs anymore.
Ronnie butchers the solo as he jumps around the garden making a spectacle of himself. He spits everywhere he can and kicks over several potted plants and steps on the rose garden. He finishes the solo and starts again.
Ronnie:
Well Mr. Chaos is a native.
And a 2 time World Champion too.
But now he's old and doesn't belong here.
So we'll send him out to run the town, like Mister Miller!
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Where's my title-shot you dirty whore?
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Well it won't be theirs anymore.
And a 2 time World Champion too.
But now he's old and doesn't belong here.
So we'll send him out to run the town, like Mister Miller!
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Where's my title-shot you dirty whore?
Sweet Home at the Pay Per View
Well it won't be theirs anymore.
Ronnie dances around a little more and then, without warning, smashes the guitar into the curb and leaves it there. He then whirls around and grabs the cameraman by the shirt.
Ronnie: Now listen here, you pieces of shit. The man who lived in this house wrote a song about me called Southern Man. He told me to keep mah head, and to read mah bible. He said Ryan Starr and his so-called straight edge Messiah bullshit isn't going to get him far. He asked me when Ah'm going to pay them back - Well Ah'll tell yew when Ah'm going to pay those fuckers back. Friday Night at Midsummer Massacre, right afta the grudge match and before the Diva match with that whore Christy Hemme in it. Ah don't care if yore Ghetto Gospel, Ministry of Darkness or Hometown Hero. That title is mahne. Do yew know whay? ‘Cause Ah made the man who held it for nine months.
That's right. Ah made turned the boy who was David Stone into the man who is Davy Blade. When that scrawny little runt was being bullied in New Orleans, Louisiana, Ah was the the one to save his sorry little ass. Ah was the one who brought Anarchy to uWe and Ah was the one who brought Bad Attitude to uWe. And Ah'm still the one with the guts to burn his favourite bike. No one is EVER grateful for what Ah've done for them. Did Davy come with me when mah grandmotha was diagnosed with cancer? He didn't even tell me he had made it into the wrestling business until Ah came to see him at his parent's funeral. Did Davy ask me to come with him when he was shipped off to England? No! It wasn't until he called me a year later, whining, like he does, about his cousin Danny, did he ask me to come as an ally, to keep Danny off his back. And when mah Uncle, who was like a father to me, was diagnosed with cancer, Davy didn't come home with me, he didn't ask if there was nothing he could do either. He went on with his career and won that title which should've been mahne to start with.
He never saw it coming. He never thought that Ah could possibly leave his side. He thought Ah was a faithful dog. Well Ah got married Davy. And she's a beauty. She makes Mercedes look like a cheap slut who works at Jarvis and Gerard. Ah ditched yew Davy, Ah let yew run to yore new best friends, Maddogg and Joker. Ah let yew do that as a favour. So Ah wouldn't have to take this title from yew, destroying yew in the process. Because you better believe it, Davy. Ah'm going to win that title shot, leaving Jake Rifle, Warren Peace, and Chaos slumped in the back of the garbage truck heading for Michigan. Yew made a mistake letting go of this title. Yew dreamed too much. Yew thought you could get the World Title if you let go of this title. But yew was wrong. Yore so called friend Joker is the one fighting for the title. Ah know yew won't admit to it, but it burns yew up inside, that yew left Rapture to go to After Hours, for a shot at the World Title against Ryan Starr. Yew knew yew could beat him. But he lost like the pathetic bitch that he is. He lost, and then yew lost. Face it Davy, without me, yore a loser, and without yew. Ah'm a winner. This is mah Anarchy bitch, and yew'd better be ready for it!
Ronnie throws the cameraman into the grass where he had previously taken a leak and walks off humming the tune to Southern Man by Neil Young as he walks off down the street.
