Betrayed
By Mighty Pen
Disclaimer: Vince McMahon owns the WWF and WCW. Characters belong to Titan Sports. Wrestlers own themselves. WARNING: MAJOR INVASION SPOILERS!
Stone Cold is drinking beer. That would be considered normal from any standpoint. But it isn't. It, in fact, was the most unnatural thing in the world. Stone Cold Steve Austin is drinking beer. With my son and daughter.
They own ECW and WCW.
What did I do? Did I drive him away? Now I actually want him to hug me. Now I actually want him to strum his guitar for me. Now I want him to sing off-key for me. It isn't fair at all.
I was betrayed. I am Vince McMahon, damn it! I made him the Rattlesnake. I made what he is today. How does he repay me? By joining my snot faced children!
My heart stopped when Steve pushed Kurt off of Booker T. Okay, maybe Steve wants Booker for himself, I thought. It dropped when I saw Austin Stunner Kurt. It broke into a million pieces when I saw Austin hand beer to Paul, Shane, and Stephanie. It made me sick.
Sighing, I walk back to the dressing room. It's ended. The World Wrestling Federation is finally ended. It's done with- gone. We finished our race. I always thought my Great-Great-Great-Great grandchild would close the McMahon legacy. It came five generations early.
My body in numb. Is there anything to live for now? I certainly can't think of any. But Team WWF held their heads up high. They had to.
We still have pride. We still have our dignity. Undertaker was right. "There's no shame in going out there- and getting our ass kicked." We fought for what we believed in.
But it didn't matter. I was still betrayed. We, the WWF, were still betrayed. I throw my head back. I let the tears come- one by one.