Chapter 3: The Wrath of Satan
A week has gone by since Vince McMahon was attacked by Austin. Vince has had Steve barred from the ring this week, as a precaution. As RAW kicks off, and evil music fills the arena. "No Chance In Hell" is blasted over the sound system, and out strides Vince, swaggering, his face both smug and evil. He enters the ring to a chorus of boos. No other superstar can generate the wrath of the fans like Vince. He does not care. He knows in his mind he can buy and sell anyone of these pieces of crap. He looks on, with the confidence that only the fabulously wealthy can have. He picks up the mike. The fans are silent. They hate Vince, but he is one of the best interviews in the business today. "Austin, last week was the final straw. We've been playing this game for years now, and it's time we ended it. Do you hear me, Austin? It has to end!" The fans have heard this before, and it doesn't particularly excite them. Yet. "You see, I'm getting too old, Austin. And, your neck is nearly broken. You're almost through. By the way, Steve, I have something to show you. Something that no one has ever seen before, and something I thought I'd never show the fans!" Just then, the Titantron blinks to life. ON the screen we see Owen Hart! The fans cheer loudly at the memory of Owen. Suddenly, into the room walks Vince. Vince is heard talking to Owen on the Titantron. "You know what you have to do," Vince is telling Owen. "Where are my wife and kids?" Owen screams. "They're safe," says Vince, "as long as you do what I say. Now, when you hit Austin with that piledriver tonight, I want to hear a snap, got it. If Austin isn't crippled after that, something on one of your kids will go 'snap,' you got me?" "I got it," a sad Owen says. "I got it."
The Titantron goes off. The fans aren't booing. They don't know what to say. "IT WAS ME, AUSTIN!" Screams Vince. "THAT'S RIGHT! SCREW THE CAR RIKISHI STORYLINE! I'LL TELL THEM THE TRUTH! IT WAS ME AUSTIN! THE YEARS OF PAIN! THE REHAB! THE CRIPPLING AGONY YOU WENT THROUGH! IT WAS ALL ME!" The fans were still speechless. There was no doubt in their minds now, that they were looking at the Devil. Vince McMahon was the Devil, in the minds and eyes of everyone watching. His face was an evil, twisted grin, showing all the horrors of mankind. Suddenly, a mike was heard being thrown down. Into the ring came J. R., with a face of pure rage. J. R. was handed a mike and stepped into the ring. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" screamed J. R. "How could you? You nearly took a man's life, ruined his career. How could you be so evil? HOW?" Vince looked at J. R. with disgust, and venom. "You've got five seconds to get out of this ring, you twisted cowboy," Vince said. At that, J. R. smacked Vince in the face! The crowd went wild. Vince looked at J. R., pure evil shining in his eyes. "Okay," said Vince. "I understand. Austin is your best friend. I can see how you might be upset. But, J. R., you're forgetting one thing." "What's that?", shouted J. R. "I'm the boss!" yelled Vince. At that, Vince jumped on J. R. and began beating him unmercifully. There was nothing he could do to defend himself. Vince was bigger and stronger, and J. R. had no chance. Jerry the King jumped in the ring, his first thought was to help J. R., but one look from Vince conveyed the message. Get involved, and you're fired. The King backed down. Vince left the ring and grabbed a steel chair. He got back in the ring. The fans fully expected Vince to hit J. R. with it. Instead, Vince held the chair straight up, and began jamming the edge into the back of J. R.'s neck. J. R. screamed each time Vince brought the edge of the chair down into his neck. 40 times Vince did this, until J. R. was unconscious. Then, Vince picked up the mike again. "J. R.," Vince began, "YOU'RE FIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" So evil was this voice, that small children watching at home began to cry.
After commercial, J. R. was seen being taken away in a stretcher. "I can't feel my legs!" he was screaming.
Next week, Austin was in the ring. He was waiting. He picked up the mike. Never, since Steve Austin joined the WWE, did the fans see him so angry. His face was a mask of venom. His voice loud and strong. Indeed, if any of the boys in the back thought of coming out, Austin's mere voice made them think twice. "VINCE, YOU SON OF A BITCH! GET OUT HERE! I'M NOT LEAVING THIS RING UNTIL YOU GET OUT HERE! I'LL BLOW THE WHOLE TWO HOURS IF I HAVE TO! AND, JUST IN CASE YOU'RE THINKING OF SENDING THE COPS AGAIN." Austin went into his duffel bag, and pulled out a shotgun! The fans gasped. Suddenly, the Titantron came on, and there was the face of evil. "Hello Steve," Vince said. I knew you'd be upset, so I made it a point not to show up tonight. By the way, I've got another little video montage for you." On the screen, the camera showed J. R. in a hospital room, a doctor by his side. The doctor began to speak. "Mr. Ross, I'll be frank with you. It's been 5 days now, and you still haven't regained the feeling in your legs. It is very likely, that you may be paralyzed for life. I'm sorry." The camera faded out with a close up of J. R. and his wife crying. And, in the ring, for the first time ever, in front of an audience, Steve Austin, the Rattlesnake, was shown with tears running down his cheeks. He saw his best friend suffering, as he did, at the hands of Vince McMahon. Vince was back on the Titantron. "This is how it goes, Austin. At Wrestlemania XX, it's you and me. No interference. No holds barred. If I win, you're gone. You can never wrestle again. EVER! If you win," and then Vince paused. "If you win, I will sell the WWE. Do you hear me, Austin? I'll sell my baby. My life to the highest bidder. Vince McMahon will lose everything. What do you say Austin? Shall we play this game one more time?" Austin looked up at Vince. He had to clear his voice, which was choked from crying. "Bastard," he said quietly. No yelling. No screaming. "You'll get your match. But, in the end, both our lives will be over, you son of a bitch.
With that, Austin walked down the aisle, his head bowed in grief.
A week has gone by since Vince McMahon was attacked by Austin. Vince has had Steve barred from the ring this week, as a precaution. As RAW kicks off, and evil music fills the arena. "No Chance In Hell" is blasted over the sound system, and out strides Vince, swaggering, his face both smug and evil. He enters the ring to a chorus of boos. No other superstar can generate the wrath of the fans like Vince. He does not care. He knows in his mind he can buy and sell anyone of these pieces of crap. He looks on, with the confidence that only the fabulously wealthy can have. He picks up the mike. The fans are silent. They hate Vince, but he is one of the best interviews in the business today. "Austin, last week was the final straw. We've been playing this game for years now, and it's time we ended it. Do you hear me, Austin? It has to end!" The fans have heard this before, and it doesn't particularly excite them. Yet. "You see, I'm getting too old, Austin. And, your neck is nearly broken. You're almost through. By the way, Steve, I have something to show you. Something that no one has ever seen before, and something I thought I'd never show the fans!" Just then, the Titantron blinks to life. ON the screen we see Owen Hart! The fans cheer loudly at the memory of Owen. Suddenly, into the room walks Vince. Vince is heard talking to Owen on the Titantron. "You know what you have to do," Vince is telling Owen. "Where are my wife and kids?" Owen screams. "They're safe," says Vince, "as long as you do what I say. Now, when you hit Austin with that piledriver tonight, I want to hear a snap, got it. If Austin isn't crippled after that, something on one of your kids will go 'snap,' you got me?" "I got it," a sad Owen says. "I got it."
The Titantron goes off. The fans aren't booing. They don't know what to say. "IT WAS ME, AUSTIN!" Screams Vince. "THAT'S RIGHT! SCREW THE CAR RIKISHI STORYLINE! I'LL TELL THEM THE TRUTH! IT WAS ME AUSTIN! THE YEARS OF PAIN! THE REHAB! THE CRIPPLING AGONY YOU WENT THROUGH! IT WAS ALL ME!" The fans were still speechless. There was no doubt in their minds now, that they were looking at the Devil. Vince McMahon was the Devil, in the minds and eyes of everyone watching. His face was an evil, twisted grin, showing all the horrors of mankind. Suddenly, a mike was heard being thrown down. Into the ring came J. R., with a face of pure rage. J. R. was handed a mike and stepped into the ring. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" screamed J. R. "How could you? You nearly took a man's life, ruined his career. How could you be so evil? HOW?" Vince looked at J. R. with disgust, and venom. "You've got five seconds to get out of this ring, you twisted cowboy," Vince said. At that, J. R. smacked Vince in the face! The crowd went wild. Vince looked at J. R., pure evil shining in his eyes. "Okay," said Vince. "I understand. Austin is your best friend. I can see how you might be upset. But, J. R., you're forgetting one thing." "What's that?", shouted J. R. "I'm the boss!" yelled Vince. At that, Vince jumped on J. R. and began beating him unmercifully. There was nothing he could do to defend himself. Vince was bigger and stronger, and J. R. had no chance. Jerry the King jumped in the ring, his first thought was to help J. R., but one look from Vince conveyed the message. Get involved, and you're fired. The King backed down. Vince left the ring and grabbed a steel chair. He got back in the ring. The fans fully expected Vince to hit J. R. with it. Instead, Vince held the chair straight up, and began jamming the edge into the back of J. R.'s neck. J. R. screamed each time Vince brought the edge of the chair down into his neck. 40 times Vince did this, until J. R. was unconscious. Then, Vince picked up the mike again. "J. R.," Vince began, "YOU'RE FIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" So evil was this voice, that small children watching at home began to cry.
After commercial, J. R. was seen being taken away in a stretcher. "I can't feel my legs!" he was screaming.
Next week, Austin was in the ring. He was waiting. He picked up the mike. Never, since Steve Austin joined the WWE, did the fans see him so angry. His face was a mask of venom. His voice loud and strong. Indeed, if any of the boys in the back thought of coming out, Austin's mere voice made them think twice. "VINCE, YOU SON OF A BITCH! GET OUT HERE! I'M NOT LEAVING THIS RING UNTIL YOU GET OUT HERE! I'LL BLOW THE WHOLE TWO HOURS IF I HAVE TO! AND, JUST IN CASE YOU'RE THINKING OF SENDING THE COPS AGAIN." Austin went into his duffel bag, and pulled out a shotgun! The fans gasped. Suddenly, the Titantron came on, and there was the face of evil. "Hello Steve," Vince said. I knew you'd be upset, so I made it a point not to show up tonight. By the way, I've got another little video montage for you." On the screen, the camera showed J. R. in a hospital room, a doctor by his side. The doctor began to speak. "Mr. Ross, I'll be frank with you. It's been 5 days now, and you still haven't regained the feeling in your legs. It is very likely, that you may be paralyzed for life. I'm sorry." The camera faded out with a close up of J. R. and his wife crying. And, in the ring, for the first time ever, in front of an audience, Steve Austin, the Rattlesnake, was shown with tears running down his cheeks. He saw his best friend suffering, as he did, at the hands of Vince McMahon. Vince was back on the Titantron. "This is how it goes, Austin. At Wrestlemania XX, it's you and me. No interference. No holds barred. If I win, you're gone. You can never wrestle again. EVER! If you win," and then Vince paused. "If you win, I will sell the WWE. Do you hear me, Austin? I'll sell my baby. My life to the highest bidder. Vince McMahon will lose everything. What do you say Austin? Shall we play this game one more time?" Austin looked up at Vince. He had to clear his voice, which was choked from crying. "Bastard," he said quietly. No yelling. No screaming. "You'll get your match. But, in the end, both our lives will be over, you son of a bitch.
With that, Austin walked down the aisle, his head bowed in grief.