Look, we aren’t saying that Rory MacDonald is a serial killer, alright? We can’t say that because there is simply no proof of it at all. In fact, he’s just a MMA fighter who happens to be pretty good at what he does. That doesn’t excuse his cold, dead eyes, though. It is like you are staring into the void.
My god that stare. It’s almost like he knows where the wild roses grow, isn’t it?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__obh4w6tD8
Chorus – Tarec:
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Saffiedine
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Saffiedine
Rory:
From the first day I saw him I knew he was the one
He stared in my eyes and smiled
For his lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
Tarec:
When he knocked on the cage and entered the ring
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my next loss, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
[Chorus]
Rory:
In the second round I punched his face
He was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, “Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?”
Tarec:
In the second round he came with a leg kick or two
Said: “Will you give me your loss and your sorrow”
I nodded my head, as I lay on the mat
He said, “If I show you the roses, will you follow?”
[Chorus]
Tarec:
In the third round he took me to the ground
He showed me his fist and we fell
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a piston of a fist
Rory:
In the last round I took him where the wild roses grow
And he lay on the mat, the wind light as a thief
And I punched him goodbye, said, “All beauty must die”
And lent down and planted a rose between his teeth
