The End of the Austin/McMahon Wars
So, I see that there is now a wrestling section on fanfiction.net. As a big wrestling fan, I felt I had to take advantage of this.
This short story tells how the Austin/McMahon feud finally ends. Two things about this story. First of all, assume when you read the story that the wrestling storylines are REAL. That's the way I'm writing it, so that nothing is a gimmick. This really happened.
Secondly, the ending may offend some people. I'm warning you now, so don't bother flaming me after you read it. (
Steve Austin/Vince McMahon may be the copyright of World Wrestling Entertainment, Incorporated. I do now own, nor do I run the WWE, and this story is distributed free.
Chapter 1: The Setup
Glass breaks, the fans scream, and Stone Cold heads to the ring. He raises his two middle fingers in a salute to, rather than, insult to the fans. The fans go ballistic. "Here comes the toughest SOB in the WWE!, says J. R. Austin walks down to the ring confidently, knowing he has the fans in the palm of his hand. He jumps atop all four turnbuckles, and salutes the crowd. Suddenly, the lights go out, and Motorhead begins to sing, "Time To Play The Game!" In a mist of green light, out comes Triple H, Steve's opponent for the evening. He walks to the ring slowly, adamantly. He looks at the fans with disgust as they boo and jeer him. Triple H doesn't care. He is miserable. He is evil, and he couldn't care less what these peons think. Triple H hits the ring, and spits water at the crowd. They cheer at this, because, deep down, they know he is that damn good, despite his wickedness.
The match begins. Steve gets the better of Triple H for several minutes, but then the Game turns the tables. He knocks Austin outside, and attempts a pedigree on a table. The referee, having lost all control of this one, doesn't even try to reprimand the Game. It would be useless anyhow. When you're engaged to the boss' daughter, you don't have to worry about much. Just then, Steve turns the tables. Getting out of the pedigree, he suplexes Triple H off the table onto the floor. He then drags the Game into the ring. Out of no where, Triple H is down with a mighty Stone Cold stunner. As Steve makes the cover, the arena is suddenly drowned in boos and screams of hate. Running down the aisle, is the boss. He is the man that some have called Satan in human form. The personification of evil, and cruelty in sports entertainment. Vincent K. McMahon, Jr., better known as simply Mr. McMahon, is running towards the ring full tilt. His is in wrestling gear, and his chemically induced physiche is rippling. He hits the ring and breaks up the three count. "What the hell?" screams J. R. "I didn't see anything," sneers the King. Vince and Triple H begin to batter Austin unmercifully in the center of the ring. It is a scene that has happened many times. Vince screwing Austin out of yet another world title. The boos are deafening as Vince and his future son-in-law beat Austin to the ground. Vince brings in a steal chair and holds it over Austin's neck, knowing that if he drives it down, he can cripple Steve, who has a history of neck injuries. Fortunately, Austin manages to roll out of the ring and dodge the chair. He looks back at Vince and Triple H, both are sneering in a steroid induced high. Austin looks on with slanted eyes, the face of a snake. He has been screwed again. The bite of the rattlesnake will be hell!
So, I see that there is now a wrestling section on fanfiction.net. As a big wrestling fan, I felt I had to take advantage of this.
This short story tells how the Austin/McMahon feud finally ends. Two things about this story. First of all, assume when you read the story that the wrestling storylines are REAL. That's the way I'm writing it, so that nothing is a gimmick. This really happened.
Secondly, the ending may offend some people. I'm warning you now, so don't bother flaming me after you read it. (
Steve Austin/Vince McMahon may be the copyright of World Wrestling Entertainment, Incorporated. I do now own, nor do I run the WWE, and this story is distributed free.
Chapter 1: The Setup
Glass breaks, the fans scream, and Stone Cold heads to the ring. He raises his two middle fingers in a salute to, rather than, insult to the fans. The fans go ballistic. "Here comes the toughest SOB in the WWE!, says J. R. Austin walks down to the ring confidently, knowing he has the fans in the palm of his hand. He jumps atop all four turnbuckles, and salutes the crowd. Suddenly, the lights go out, and Motorhead begins to sing, "Time To Play The Game!" In a mist of green light, out comes Triple H, Steve's opponent for the evening. He walks to the ring slowly, adamantly. He looks at the fans with disgust as they boo and jeer him. Triple H doesn't care. He is miserable. He is evil, and he couldn't care less what these peons think. Triple H hits the ring, and spits water at the crowd. They cheer at this, because, deep down, they know he is that damn good, despite his wickedness.
The match begins. Steve gets the better of Triple H for several minutes, but then the Game turns the tables. He knocks Austin outside, and attempts a pedigree on a table. The referee, having lost all control of this one, doesn't even try to reprimand the Game. It would be useless anyhow. When you're engaged to the boss' daughter, you don't have to worry about much. Just then, Steve turns the tables. Getting out of the pedigree, he suplexes Triple H off the table onto the floor. He then drags the Game into the ring. Out of no where, Triple H is down with a mighty Stone Cold stunner. As Steve makes the cover, the arena is suddenly drowned in boos and screams of hate. Running down the aisle, is the boss. He is the man that some have called Satan in human form. The personification of evil, and cruelty in sports entertainment. Vincent K. McMahon, Jr., better known as simply Mr. McMahon, is running towards the ring full tilt. His is in wrestling gear, and his chemically induced physiche is rippling. He hits the ring and breaks up the three count. "What the hell?" screams J. R. "I didn't see anything," sneers the King. Vince and Triple H begin to batter Austin unmercifully in the center of the ring. It is a scene that has happened many times. Vince screwing Austin out of yet another world title. The boos are deafening as Vince and his future son-in-law beat Austin to the ground. Vince brings in a steal chair and holds it over Austin's neck, knowing that if he drives it down, he can cripple Steve, who has a history of neck injuries. Fortunately, Austin manages to roll out of the ring and dodge the chair. He looks back at Vince and Triple H, both are sneering in a steroid induced high. Austin looks on with slanted eyes, the face of a snake. He has been screwed again. The bite of the rattlesnake will be hell!