Post by bohannon on Oct 3, 2016 21:17:14 GMT -5
[Out in a field, a fire is beginning to die down. The flames still reach skyward at times, but each time they do their reach becomes shorter. The occasional pop of the log sends a shower of sparks into the dark night sky. Quietly, a voice is heard singing.]
"In Dixie Land, where I was born in,
early on one frosty mornin',
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.
I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand
to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie"
The camera pans back to show Bohannon sitting on his back porch. The fire burns over his shoulder down in his lower field, right near the edge of the woods. As Bohannon watches the embers glow, he speaks.
Bohannon: "Savage, i know your daddy taught you that song. Same as mine did. Remember those days? Growing up down south? Back before everyone decided we were all backwards racist rednecks? Back when we were just simple folk who lived by the golden rule? Where your word and your handshake meant more than a signature on any piece of paper?"
A log pops loudly, sending sparks flying high into the night sky.
Bohannon: "I know you were raised up like that. I don't know what happened to you since. All you do is whine and bitch and cry. You get opportunity after opportunity, yet you can never stay focused for more than a month on anything. Here's the funny thing. I've been focused on you since that first night I came back from injury. See, you started something that night. Something personal. You attacked my brother. See, that's what you walked away from. You were so lost when your cousin left, but you could have had brothers. Brothers who would have stood by you through thick and thin. Brothers who would have had your back. Now, I didn't hold it against you that you turned us down. But attacking Tim from behind? I couldn't let that stand. Now you face me at Revenge. The key word is face. You can't jump me from behind this time. It's going to be you and me...one on one."
[Bohannon slips back into his song]
"Then hoe it down and scratch your gravel,
To Dixie's Land I'm bound to travel,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land...Edwards, I couldn't help but notice how lost you are here. You have no friends. You have countless enemies, and yet for all that you haven't bothered to come and talk to us. Not once. It's possible I might have punched your teeth in. It's possible i would have heard you out...and still maybe punched your teeth in. But at least you wouldn't be walking around here looking over your shoulder. My god man, what happened to you? How do you turn your back on us and just walk away without a word? And if that wasn't enough, you COME BACK....still without a word. Did you expect that we wouldn't notice you on the card? Did you think we might not see you in the locker room? You and I are going to have a talk, one way or another. I think you owe me that much.”
[Bohannon turns and looks into the camera for the first time.]
Bohannon: “I don't begrudge you a thing. You left, and you found success, and I commend you for that. Meanwhile, Tim and I fought the good fight and got our asses handed to us. Week after week after week...but that wasn't your problem anymore. But to come back here and act like nothing ever happened? Like we were just two other guys on the roster? You talked about demons in your past...how about dealing with this one rather than running away from it? Man up Edwards.”
[Bohannon looks back to the dying embers…]
“The Mid South Syndicate...what could have been...”
[Bohannon sings again...quieter...and slower.]
"But if you want to drive 'way sorrow
Come and hear this song tomorrow
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land"
"In Dixie Land, where I was born in,
early on one frosty mornin',
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.
I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand
to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie"
The camera pans back to show Bohannon sitting on his back porch. The fire burns over his shoulder down in his lower field, right near the edge of the woods. As Bohannon watches the embers glow, he speaks.
Bohannon: "Savage, i know your daddy taught you that song. Same as mine did. Remember those days? Growing up down south? Back before everyone decided we were all backwards racist rednecks? Back when we were just simple folk who lived by the golden rule? Where your word and your handshake meant more than a signature on any piece of paper?"
A log pops loudly, sending sparks flying high into the night sky.
Bohannon: "I know you were raised up like that. I don't know what happened to you since. All you do is whine and bitch and cry. You get opportunity after opportunity, yet you can never stay focused for more than a month on anything. Here's the funny thing. I've been focused on you since that first night I came back from injury. See, you started something that night. Something personal. You attacked my brother. See, that's what you walked away from. You were so lost when your cousin left, but you could have had brothers. Brothers who would have stood by you through thick and thin. Brothers who would have had your back. Now, I didn't hold it against you that you turned us down. But attacking Tim from behind? I couldn't let that stand. Now you face me at Revenge. The key word is face. You can't jump me from behind this time. It's going to be you and me...one on one."
[Bohannon slips back into his song]
"Then hoe it down and scratch your gravel,
To Dixie's Land I'm bound to travel,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land...Edwards, I couldn't help but notice how lost you are here. You have no friends. You have countless enemies, and yet for all that you haven't bothered to come and talk to us. Not once. It's possible I might have punched your teeth in. It's possible i would have heard you out...and still maybe punched your teeth in. But at least you wouldn't be walking around here looking over your shoulder. My god man, what happened to you? How do you turn your back on us and just walk away without a word? And if that wasn't enough, you COME BACK....still without a word. Did you expect that we wouldn't notice you on the card? Did you think we might not see you in the locker room? You and I are going to have a talk, one way or another. I think you owe me that much.”
[Bohannon turns and looks into the camera for the first time.]
Bohannon: “I don't begrudge you a thing. You left, and you found success, and I commend you for that. Meanwhile, Tim and I fought the good fight and got our asses handed to us. Week after week after week...but that wasn't your problem anymore. But to come back here and act like nothing ever happened? Like we were just two other guys on the roster? You talked about demons in your past...how about dealing with this one rather than running away from it? Man up Edwards.”
[Bohannon looks back to the dying embers…]
“The Mid South Syndicate...what could have been...”
[Bohannon sings again...quieter...and slower.]
"But if you want to drive 'way sorrow
Come and hear this song tomorrow
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land"