My dear, Edge, you misunderstand me, young man. By saying that Austin possesses a flaw that many of Smackdown's talent possesses, I'm not glamorizing Raw in any way, shape, or form. Perhaps I should've been more selective with my words so I didn't make it sound like I was throwing the whole roster under the bus. Damien Sandow, Daniel Bryan, Shark Boy, Jeff Jarrett, Bray Wyatt, and William Regal are the ones that I have diagnosed with the diarrhea of the mouth that Mr. Rattlesnake is ill with. So while I admit our brand has its flaws, Raw is not better than Smackdown. I have no quarrel with you, in fact I think you'll find me a quite suitable ally, especially since Y.E.S. are utilizing the numbers game against you and siding with not only me but Big Joey, well, THAT is something people would talk about. THAT would be a stable that would put the other tag teams and the NWO to shame. Not to mention, what better way to set up for a Spear than a Splash...a Splash...a Stinger Splash!
Alright, yer makin' me sick to my stomach. You got a problem with me, Sting? Well that's no secret to anyone familiar with history, but for those not in the know, here we go down memory lane. When Stone Cold had a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship against See Em Punk in a Fans Bring The Weapons match, it was you that interfered and cost me the belt, and not only that, but you denied that you had anything ta' do with it and left the company before I could get my hands on ya. When ya came back, you were doing the Dark Knight schtick, and around that time Stone Cold beat Mister Anderson for control of Smackdown, but also around that time You See Dubya went through another company reboot, and as a result there was one brand, and with my power I fired you. Now here we are, with every Tom, Dick, and Harry tryna' start a brand war. Well, if it ever comes ta' that, I'll be more than happy ta' slap the paint on yer face so that it lands on Fat Joe, I mean Samoa Joe.
As for you Edge, the reason people are so lit up about yer return is because your last You Dubya Eff run, you got demolished by yours truly, lost the week after that, then threw a fit and left the company. So they're excited because they feel like the true Rated Are Soup-er-Star has returned, showing up ta' talk trash for his matches, actually being able ta' wrestle. I'm not gonna take a shot at yer Great American Bash match, because the only reason you lost was the numbers got the best of ya, but if you honestly think that yer bigger than Stone Cold Steve Austin, especially when yer swimmin' around in the kiddie pool, yer dreamin'. Could you take The Rock? Yes you could. See Em Punk? You betcha. Cody Rhodes? Absolutely. But Stone Cold? Eh-eh!