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"PSSH!"
As the familiar sound of glass shattering emits from the speakers of the PA system, the arena literally shakes from the bitter reception the fans give. As this goes on, the Texas Rattlesnake himself storms out from behind the curtain and begins to make his way down the ramp towards the ring.
He ignores the fans on both sides of him that are jeering or trying to touch him or get a high five or something, instead keeping his eyes fixated on the ring as he turns and makes his way up the steel steps, stepping onto the apron and walking along it before stepping through the ropes and entering the ring. Austin walks to the other side and motions to a ringside official for a microphone, who grants the Rattlesnake's wishes as Steve pulls it from his hand and flips him off, spitting on him. Austin turns away and walks towards the middle of the ring and stops, getting in Ryder's face.
Stone Cold: You must think yer a fuckin' stand-up comedian, eh kid? I mean outright suggesting Stone Cold Steve Austin's not only a smurf, but a pedophile, an old fossil, and a guy that thinks he's a vampire. Real creative stuff kid, you're on your way to the top with mic skills like that. Normally I would refute your claims, but I'm not going to do that, instead I'm going to tell you how lucky you are that I'm going to wait until Tuesday night to put my hands on you instead of smacking the goofy sunglasses off your face and shovin' up yer ass right now. Trust me, I don't want to wait, because not only did all that disrespectful trash piss me off, but you comparin' me to yer old man pissed me off too. I'm not yer old man, kid, if I was I wouldn't have dressed up in a fur coat and goofed around in those shitty videos with ya, I would've taken my belt off and beat yer ass every day for dressing like a guido. That's what he should've done, but he didn't. He failed you as a parent, this that I'm looking at right now is the fruit of his labor and lemme tell ya, never have I seen a more rotten apple. The fact that Dubya Dubya E, See Dubya Eff, and now You Dubya Eff all kept you on payroll is nauseating. To watch you parade around as a professional wrestler and get paid for making a mockery of this profession is insulting, it's a slap in the damn face and just as disrespectful as the shit you were saying before I came out here. That juicehead you hang out with looks more like a wrestler than you do, too bad the quality of his work is the same. But I guess that's why you two are "broskis", isn't it?
That all comes to an end on Raw, when I do what I said I was going to do and kill the Ryder Revolution. Not because Wade Barrett wants you in a tough match, not so Teddy Long can sleep soundly Tuesday night because he booked the right opponent for you, and not because there are still some people that continue to ignorantly cheer me and want to see me do it. Zach, this is about Wrestlemania. I'm going to kill the Ryder Revolution to send a message to John Cena, to let him know that I am coming for him and his Cenation and terminating it on sight. That, and because it's something I feel like doing. Stepping on your dreams, crushing your spirit, and ensuring you fail to prove to the world that you're a force to be tampered with is going to be the most fun I've had in this business in quite some time. And if you don't think I'm serious, try me.
Austin lowers his microphone and stares a hole through Ryder, waiting on a response.
As the familiar sound of glass shattering emits from the speakers of the PA system, the arena literally shakes from the bitter reception the fans give. As this goes on, the Texas Rattlesnake himself storms out from behind the curtain and begins to make his way down the ramp towards the ring.
He ignores the fans on both sides of him that are jeering or trying to touch him or get a high five or something, instead keeping his eyes fixated on the ring as he turns and makes his way up the steel steps, stepping onto the apron and walking along it before stepping through the ropes and entering the ring. Austin walks to the other side and motions to a ringside official for a microphone, who grants the Rattlesnake's wishes as Steve pulls it from his hand and flips him off, spitting on him. Austin turns away and walks towards the middle of the ring and stops, getting in Ryder's face.
Stone Cold: You must think yer a fuckin' stand-up comedian, eh kid? I mean outright suggesting Stone Cold Steve Austin's not only a smurf, but a pedophile, an old fossil, and a guy that thinks he's a vampire. Real creative stuff kid, you're on your way to the top with mic skills like that. Normally I would refute your claims, but I'm not going to do that, instead I'm going to tell you how lucky you are that I'm going to wait until Tuesday night to put my hands on you instead of smacking the goofy sunglasses off your face and shovin' up yer ass right now. Trust me, I don't want to wait, because not only did all that disrespectful trash piss me off, but you comparin' me to yer old man pissed me off too. I'm not yer old man, kid, if I was I wouldn't have dressed up in a fur coat and goofed around in those shitty videos with ya, I would've taken my belt off and beat yer ass every day for dressing like a guido. That's what he should've done, but he didn't. He failed you as a parent, this that I'm looking at right now is the fruit of his labor and lemme tell ya, never have I seen a more rotten apple. The fact that Dubya Dubya E, See Dubya Eff, and now You Dubya Eff all kept you on payroll is nauseating. To watch you parade around as a professional wrestler and get paid for making a mockery of this profession is insulting, it's a slap in the damn face and just as disrespectful as the shit you were saying before I came out here. That juicehead you hang out with looks more like a wrestler than you do, too bad the quality of his work is the same. But I guess that's why you two are "broskis", isn't it?
That all comes to an end on Raw, when I do what I said I was going to do and kill the Ryder Revolution. Not because Wade Barrett wants you in a tough match, not so Teddy Long can sleep soundly Tuesday night because he booked the right opponent for you, and not because there are still some people that continue to ignorantly cheer me and want to see me do it. Zach, this is about Wrestlemania. I'm going to kill the Ryder Revolution to send a message to John Cena, to let him know that I am coming for him and his Cenation and terminating it on sight. That, and because it's something I feel like doing. Stepping on your dreams, crushing your spirit, and ensuring you fail to prove to the world that you're a force to be tampered with is going to be the most fun I've had in this business in quite some time. And if you don't think I'm serious, try me.
Austin lowers his microphone and stares a hole through Ryder, waiting on a response.