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Family: Part 2 - Mother
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12-30-2016, 09:23 PM

Family: Part 2 - Mother
15:05, December 30th, 2016
Washington Regional Hospital, Fayetteville, AR





Ronnie Cage sits in a chair that he has pulled up right next to a hospital bed in a private room. A suitcase and gym bag sit on the floor in the corner. A 59-year old woman lays in the bed with an IV sticking out of her arm. She looks pale and sickly. Her blonde hair is a perfect match to Ronnie's. We're not sure how long Ronnie's been sitting in that chair, but we assume he's been there a while. His hands are sandwiching the woman's.


"Mama, yew have tew fight this. Ah can't lose yew tew. Ah just can't."

As XWF viewers recently found out, Ronnie Cage's mother has cancer, the same kind of cancer that her mother had: Pancreatic Cancer. Ronnie was devastated. His mother was too young to die, and with pancreatic cancer, it would only be a matter of months, if they were lucky. He didn't want to leave her side, but he had challenged Louis D'Ville to a one on one for a shot at the tag team titles. He also had to continue paying for his mother's treatments, and more importantly, his pride wouldn't let him back out now.

"Mama, dew yew think Ah made the wrong decision? Ah mean, when Ah became a professional wrestler. When Ah followed David intew this lifestyle. Should Ah have done something else? Should Ah have quit when Uncle Robert died and come home tew yew?"

Ronnie took a deep breath as a single tear formed in his eye and took off down his face.

"Dew yew ever regret the decision tew keep me?"

Ronnie had intended all of those to be rhetorical questions. His mother had been lying there with her eyes closed. He thought she had been asleep. But then she coughed, opened her eyes and turned her head to look lovingly at her son.

"Ronald, mah wonderful boy. Ah have never regretted having yew fore a son. Not once in yore whole life. Yew are mah greatest achievement, and Ah am so very proud of yew."

More tears had formed in Ronnie's eyes and were following the first. It was exactly the right thing for his mother to say, but it also made him infinitely more sad.

"Mama, what if Ah go tew Jakarta, and Ah lose. What if Ah lose and yore not here when Ah come back? It would all be fore nothing. Maybe Ah should cancel..."

Another cough, as Marleen Cage mustered all her strength.

"Ronald Michael Cage...Junior. That is not how Ah raised yew. When yew agree tew something, yew follow through. Always. So yew will get on that plane tewnight, and yew will fly tew Jakarta and yew will wrestle that stupid Doctor and yew will kick his ass. He and that partner of his have not been challenged nearly enough. They're almost as bad as that useless former Universal Champion, Scully."

Ronnie smiles at his mother. He knew she wasn't really that into wrestling, but he also knew how much she loved him, and how proud she was of him, and that no matter what she would know everything there was to know about any company he wrestled for, and all the wrestlers who worked there. She was the closest thing to a manager he had ever had. The smile faded quickly as his mother coughed again. Before Ronnie could say anything, a nurse walked into the room to check on Mrs. Cage.

"Mr. Cage, you're going to miss your flight."

Ronnie looked at his watch. It was 4:17pm and while his flight didn't leave until just before eight, it would take him forty five minutes to get to the airport with the evening traffic and after checking in, and going through security, he wanted to have some breathing room. He got up out of his chair and leaned over his mother. He kissed her softly on the forehead and smiled.

"Mama, Ah'm going tew win this match fore yew, and then Ah'm going tew come right back here. So don't yew go anywhere, okay?"

Ronnie picked up his suitcase and gym bag and left the room. He walked down the hall to the elevator, took the elevator down to the ground floor, and exited the hospital. He walked to the front of the taxi lineup and opened the door to the first cab.

"Northwest Regional?"

The cab driver turned around, nodding his head to Cage, and popped the trunk so Ronnie could throw his stuff in. He got into the back of the cab and as the car started to move his thoughts drifted back to memories of his mother.

Ronnie was big as a kid, not big as in a euphemism for fat, just big, big boned, relatively tall, broad shouldered, big. He very easily could have become a bully from the beginning. But he didn't always have a 'Bad Attitude,' and he didn't always like to cause 'Havoc.' He was the kid who would step in front of the bullies to save some poor loner from getting their lunch money stolen. When the family moved to Eastern New Orleans in the mid 1980's just a couple years before the oil bust, he made sure to be a helping hand to any and all of his neighbours, especially when crime and poverty increased and most of the whites left that part of town, Ronnie's family stayed. He remembered helping people, but most importantly, he remembered how angry his mother and uncle would get when they heard he stood by and let bad things happen because he didn't want to get involved in business that wasn't his. Ronnie was always a fighter, and would come home with bruises, but his mother never cared as long as he earned those bruises sticking up for someone. He remembered the very first time that happened. It was the day he met his best friend, David Stone.

Quote:It was 1989, Ronnie was ten and David was five. David was out playing when some neigbourhood boys decided to pick on him. Ronnie, who was bigger than they were, stepped in between, and while he held his own, he was outnumbered and ended up with some bruises, a black eye, and even a few scrapes. Upon returning home, feeling somewhat proud of himself: for standing up for someone else, for not completely getting his ass kicked, and for making a new friend, Ronnie was greeted by his mother who was instantly shocked, worried, and then angry at her son.

"Ronald Michael Cage Junior! What are yew dewing with all those bruises! Just because yore bigger than most kids yore age, does not mean yew can get intew fights! Am Ah clear?!"

Ronnie's smile faded as he looked up at his mother with tears in his eyes.

"But mom! Ah didn't start the fight! There was this younger boy, and well, he was just minding his own business playing with some G.I. Joes and then these older boys, older than me, came, and well, they started picking on him. Kicking his toys around, one of them even snatched one out of the kid's hands and snapped it in tew. They were just being awful. So Ah went and stopped them! But there were more of them then there was of me, and the young kid wasn't able tew help. So Ah fought them off."

Marleen Cage looked down at her son. No longer worried, angry or shocked. A proud but still stern look came over her face as she smiled sheepishly.

"Well, Ah guess as long as yew were standing up fore someone else, Ah guess that's okay."

Ronnie's tears stopped. A little awestruck, he whimpered.

”Really? Ah'm not getting grounded?"

Marleen smiled.

"No, mah wonderful boy. Now come here, let's get yew all cleaned up and properly iced."

Suddenly Ronnie was pulled from his daydream by the sound of the taxi driver's voice.

"Sir? Excuse me, sir? Hey! Dude! We're here: Northwest Regional Airport. That'll be forty bucks."

Ronnie gave the man a fifty and told him to keep the change. He grabbed his bags and walked into the airport. He was thinking about how ironic it was that D'Ville was a doctor, a shrink to be more precise. Ronnie could probably use the therapy, and beating on his opponent was going to give him just that. He was not blind to the fact that his opponent was one of the best wrestlers in the company. But he didn't even have to win in order to get a tag team title shot. He just had to last twenty minutes. In a way, it reminded him of that first fight way back in 1989. D'Ville and Soldier were the bullies of the Tag Team division, and it was about time somebody stood up to them, and if he could last long enough one on one with the doc to get that title shot, he knew that with David by his side, Bad Attitude would be the next tag team champions. Ronnie had several flights ahead of him, totalling more than twenty four hours of travel. He would more than likely end up being drunk on a plane when the year became 2017. But none of that mattered to him. He was going to cause absolute Havoc throughout the XWF when he survived his match with D'Ville and earned his title shot, and they could not be more underprepared.

End

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