Ronnie McNeil is seen standing at a window that looks like it is in a ghetto convenience store. There are a lot of people standing behind him and the police officer behind the glass is rolling his eyes.
Officer: Sir, I have told you, we had to take everything out of your pockets and your wallet, the money is right here.
Oh, I guess that makes sense...
The police officer finishes handing him all of his possessions. He straightens himself out, and walks towards the door of the police station. He emerges into a blinding light of flash bulbs and several random looking people asking him questions. We can tell this is obviously not common place for Ronnie; there aren't any paparazzi in Alabama.
Pap 1: Ronnie! Ronnie! Why did you beat that man?
Pap 2: What does this mean for your future in the wrestling industry?
Pap 3: Is this a distraction?!?
Ronnie looks down. He is disheveled and looks like he has spent the past 6 hours in a jail cell, but something clicks inside his head and he decides to go with it.
The following Video has been borrowed with permission from TMZ.
Ronnie walks out the door of the 27th Prescient, wearing some ratty looking clothes. He has a pair of dark shades on and his sport-coat is unbuttoned, revealing that he is wearing the same Girbaud t-shirt that we last saw him in, and he has a very cocky look on his face. He looks directly into the camera and begins talking.
Look, look, this is all just one big misunderstanding. I have been told by my lawyer not to talk about the situation, due to the fact that it is still pending investigations... But, since I have this opportunity, free television time and all, allow me to talk to you.
Ronnie lifts the sunglasses up from his eyes and places them gently on top of his head.
Who are you with, dude with the ugly goatee and coke bottle glasses?
Cameraman: I'm with TMZ!
TMZ, eh? The single biggest waste of America's time since masturbation was discovered by Thomas Jefferson in 1934. You mother####ers have absolutely nothing better to do than follow the rich and famous, and the celebutards, around hoping that you can be the first person to take a picture of Paris Hilton's twat as she gets out of the car, or that you're the first person to be there when Britney Spears is declared an unfit parent and to take photographs of their bawling faces as they are dragged, kicking and screaming away from their mother. Well, you can do all you want. You can take pictures of me as I walk from a jail, you can write that I beat that ignorant man’s ass, which I didn’t; you can do whatever you want to me. Because at the end of the day, none of what you ####-wits say means a god-damned thing to anyone but yourself and your queer of a boss Harvey Levin.
Ronnie pushes the cameraman out of the way and he is filmed walking away down the street.
Yeah man, I don't know what the #### I did, but Jonas tells me not to talk to anyone in the press, he even said not to shoot anything, I'm not even sure that the man ended up pressing charges or anything. I'm sure it'll all blow over.
Ronnie is sitting on a chair in his hotel room. His phone is pressed up to his head; he is listening intently to what the person on the other end of the line says.
Fatality? Yeah, I'm totally ready for Fatality. I haven't talked to Eddie yet since I left the party, which is unfortunate. I really gotta get with him and discuss what kind of strategy we're going to take into it. Yeah, other than that, everything for Fatality is looking good. Hey, I gotta go, room service is going to be here at any moment.
Just then there is a knock at the door. Ronnie walks over to it and opens it; the man standing there looks very familiar, Ronnie smiles as he greets him and invites him in.
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The scene opens up and we see Ronnie sitting on the edge of a hotel room bed, wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He has his sunglasses on, and his hair is fairly combed.
Well, it's been a very busy past couple of days for yours truly... I mean, in the past 48 hours I have experienced pretty much every high and low that one could conceivably imagine... But now that I have taken a lot of the... Distractions... out of my life, I can sit back and re-evaluate what I need to focus on... And right now, that's what is to come... You see, the heads of HWA have given me an opportunity to prove myself worthy of world title contention...or they just gave me a keep busy match to keep my name on the card. They even gave me a tag team partner.
Ronnie lifts the sunglasses up from his eyes, revealing bags under his eyes... Apparently he didn't get much sleep in that jail cell.
For someone who has yet to pin my shoulders to the mat, you sure can call me a lot of things, Hans. I'm still a "nobody", right champ? So to be truthful, "nobody" b###h slapped you last week at Havoc then. But that's neither here nor there. "Nobody" will keep coming at you, until such time you return the respect that "nobody" had given to you. As far as this week, "nobody" will continue to prove his point in the ring.
Ronnie stands up and walks over to the window, the view of the city from the window behind him is amazing. He stares intently at the camera.
When I walk into MSG this weekend I am going in there with one goal in mind, to prove that I am what I say I am...I am going to prove that not only am I the best technical wrestler in the HWA, but that I'm also the biggest star here in this b###h. Hans and Butch, you are walking into this match with a huge bullseye on your chest for one reason, and I'm sure you aren't stupid. You see, it is my goal to prove to the brilliant HWA brass that putting me in the main event, while an amazing move, will absolutely NOT keep me content. You see, I am going to win the HWA World Heavyweight Championship, and there is not one...single...thing that anyone in the HWA, whether it be in the front office or in the ring itself, can do about it.
Ronnie stands up and walks out of the room as the scene fades to black.
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