Post by edge on Mar 26, 2006 21:00:02 GMT -5
Out of nowhere, the arena fills with the ear piercing sound of glass shattering. The fans jolt up to their feet as Stone Cold Steve Austin rips through the black curtain. He arrives wearing a black “What?” t-shirt, and light blue denim shorts, with a belt strapped around his waist. Austin indifferently strides down the ramp, intense as always. Upon reaching the ring, Austin jogs up the steps, and carelessly walks across the apron, before ducking under the top rope. His right foot gets caught on the middle rope, and Austin trips a bit. After maintaining his balance, Steve directly goes to the far left turnbuckle, and salutes the fans with the middle finger. He drops down from the turnbuckle, and climbs the next one, repeating the gesture of appreciation. Steve climbs down that turnbuckle, and goes to the post behind him. He grabs the top pad, and hoists himself up, then raises both of his middle fingers to the adoring crowd. Austin drops off of that post, and heads over to the last turnbuckle. Steve quickly places one foot on the middle rope, grabs the top rope, and pulls himself up. He gives the fans a final token of appreciation by raising his middle fingers again. Austin quickly drops off, and calls for a mic, which is tossed at him by a ringside worker. Steve responds to the action with a middle finger.
Austin: “Well it’s good to be back. Hell, it’s great to be back! **The fans cheer as Austin professes his excitement** On Saturday Night’s Main Event, I face the “Nature Boy” Ric Flair. Wooooo! I don’t give a damn. I have faced Ric a couple of times in my career, and it always ends up with me punching the bastard, and then giving him a Stunner. Flair, you try to intimidate me, “wooooing” at me, wearing your little watch, with your beady little eyes. Ric, to be honest, you make me laugh. You wear your silly little robe; you get your five dollar hair cut slicked back, strut to the ring, then “woooo” some more. Then you take your shiny little robe off, and your fat sags out. Then you strut some more. Flair, I don’t like people who strut. They’re cocky. I don’t like cocky people. You know what I do to cocky people? I stomp a mud hole in their ass and walk it dry! I am going to take a little poll here tonight: who wants me to take Ric’s robe and shove it up his ass? If you would like me to do so, give me a hell yeah! **crowd unanimously gives a big “Hell Yeah”** That’s what I thought. You may be the 16 time World Champion, but that means you have also lost the title 16 times. I’m getting tired, let me excuse myself and go grab a chair.”
Austin slides out of the ring, and takes a chair from the bell keeper. He lazily tosses the chair into the ring, and slides back in. Steve picks the chair up and places it in the middle of the ring. He calls the ring worker, and asks for some beers.
Austin: “Hell, I might as well drink some frosty beverages while I’m at it. We are going to brawl until we bleed, until we can't stand up. I am going to grab your chin, tilt it ever so slightly, then WAM! I'll drop. Then I will cover you one, two three. Ric, you are going to experience Steve Austin again. I am going to whoop your ass, then throw it in the trash. Ladies and gentlemen, there is a new sheriff in town, and his name is Stone Cold Steve Austin!”
Austin: “Well it’s good to be back. Hell, it’s great to be back! **The fans cheer as Austin professes his excitement** On Saturday Night’s Main Event, I face the “Nature Boy” Ric Flair. Wooooo! I don’t give a damn. I have faced Ric a couple of times in my career, and it always ends up with me punching the bastard, and then giving him a Stunner. Flair, you try to intimidate me, “wooooing” at me, wearing your little watch, with your beady little eyes. Ric, to be honest, you make me laugh. You wear your silly little robe; you get your five dollar hair cut slicked back, strut to the ring, then “woooo” some more. Then you take your shiny little robe off, and your fat sags out. Then you strut some more. Flair, I don’t like people who strut. They’re cocky. I don’t like cocky people. You know what I do to cocky people? I stomp a mud hole in their ass and walk it dry! I am going to take a little poll here tonight: who wants me to take Ric’s robe and shove it up his ass? If you would like me to do so, give me a hell yeah! **crowd unanimously gives a big “Hell Yeah”** That’s what I thought. You may be the 16 time World Champion, but that means you have also lost the title 16 times. I’m getting tired, let me excuse myself and go grab a chair.”
Austin slides out of the ring, and takes a chair from the bell keeper. He lazily tosses the chair into the ring, and slides back in. Steve picks the chair up and places it in the middle of the ring. He calls the ring worker, and asks for some beers.
Austin: “Hell, I might as well drink some frosty beverages while I’m at it. We are going to brawl until we bleed, until we can't stand up. I am going to grab your chin, tilt it ever so slightly, then WAM! I'll drop. Then I will cover you one, two three. Ric, you are going to experience Steve Austin again. I am going to whoop your ass, then throw it in the trash. Ladies and gentlemen, there is a new sheriff in town, and his name is Stone Cold Steve Austin!”