I don't own these people or the WWF.
I need the old Stone Cold. The beer guzzlin, foul-mouthed, SOB.
I was shocked. Shocked those words had come from Vince McMahon. He wanted the old Stone Cold Steve Austin. The guy I used to be.
I need the hell raising Stone Cold. I need the Stone Cold who, if I parted my hair the wrong way, would beat the hell out of me.
He wanted the Stone Cold who drank beer all the time, swore and stuck up his finger at people, raised havoc everywhere to everyone. The guy that would take nothin from nobody.
Ever since I joined Vince, I had changed, but for the better. I'm the champion, which I couldn't have gotten without him. He's the boss. I obey him, listen to him, comfort him when he's down. He's my good friend. I love him like a dad. And I'm like his son.
When I heard those words, I was revolted and horrified. I couldn't believe that's how I acted. It was despicable behavior. And I beat on Vince, my friend, my good boss. How Could I ever have done that to him?
I know this Invasion has got him all riled up. Heck, he's even losing his hair and going all crazy. He wants the old Stone Cold back to lead Team WWF, but I can't do it.
I'm pained he wants the old Stone Cold. The guy who made Vince's life hell at one time and did things I would never do again. How could he ask me of these things? I don't deserve this.
Come on Stone Cold, hit me.
Hit Vince. What is he thinking? I would never do that. We're family. I care about Vince. I could never in my right mind hit him. That's not right.
Stone Cold, why don't you give me a stunner?
Stunner. My finishing move that takes the opponent around the neck and slams them down onto their knees and takes them out.
That one word made me freeze. My mind flashed back to the old days when I would beat the crap outta everyone and stun those who crossed my way. How could I possibly stun Vince? How could he even say those words?
No. I leave. Pain, confused, disgusted, depressed.
How? Why? I don't deserve this.