If you're gonna scream, scream with me. - Misfits, Hybrid Moments.




I fucking hate Goldberg, but I think that's already been established.

And you know what?

I fucking hate Steve Austin too. I have and always will hate Steve Austin. Why?

Cause I fucking feel like it, that's why.

Steve Austin deserved every bit of that death like he did with my fucking career. It's his fault that I'm paralyzed, and that I'm forgotten and that--

You know, sometimes I'm such an idiot. Scratch what I said beforehand, because to be perfectly honest, I'm angry at the whole goddamn fucking world now and I'm blaming my problems on everybody.

I guess that was a similarity between me and Steve, besides the fucking good matches we had together in the ring. We both admitted when we were wrong. That's about it.

Steve and I weren't close at all. Once and a while we'd meet each other to discuss about our matches and how we wanted to execute it, but honestly? Nothing else. I guess I was too preoccupied with the politics in the back to really get to know the guy.

I do feel a sense of guilt, but I'm trying to brush it off. It's like an annoyance I just can't remove from my mind. Steve never forgave my brother, and my brother never DID talk with him. I kept on trying to tell him to at least call Steve and tell him that he was sorry.

Owen never did. I loved my brother dearly, and holy fuck was I affected as hell. But that's kind of the one thing that pisses me off about my brother. I guess he didn't have the guts or the courage to face the fury of "The Rattlesnake." I don't like to think things like that about my brother... but sometimes I just can't help myself.

But I KNEW the guy. I mean, his character was easy to understand. Steve would have forgiven him had they had that conversation I was pushing Owen into. That's how he functioned. Deeply tell him that you're sorry, and mean it and he'll forgive you.

Owen never did that. Kind of the only anger I have towards him right now and the only pity I have for Steve. All my sorrow is gone, cause it went to Owen. All I feel now is anger, and that's all for you, Steve. So you get the Hitman's anger. Deal with it.

Besides, you're probably getting enough tears already.

Especially with the man I'm staring at right now, sitting on a bench in the hallway of the arena, his tresses of mangled brown hair covering his face, his demented ear, and his hands keeping him safe from the world.

You're probably getting the most tears from Mick. You don't need mine added to the fray.

I sit next to him, and he doesn't acknowledge me. I don't care. He can stay in his world of misery. He has every fucking right to.

Haven't you seen lately, Steve, how Mick's getting more and more demented? Haven't you seen that he's going more insane, losing himself each and everyday, and you were the last part of his humanity?

I don't have to see Mick to notice that he lost himself today, because he lost you. He lost Owen, and that deeply hurt him. But you? Now that your gone?

I think he's gonna lose it. I'm not Mick Foley, but I know he's gonna lose it.

I heard what Hunter did, and I know that whatever Mick Foley is thinking in that head of his is going to be worse than that. Hunter's an assassin -- Mick can be a fucking heartless cold-blooded killer when he wants to be.

And you know what's the scary part?

No one will be able to stop him.

So I'm going to sit here, and keep my presence near Mick's. If he's going to acknowledge me, let him do that on his own time. I know Wrestlemania's gonna start soon, and maybe I'll show up as a referee as those stupid idiots in the back wanted me to do. I don't know, and frankly, I could give a fuck.

I'm only here to help Mick. Originally I was here to greet a few people I haven't seen in a while, and check out the show at my own leisure, but when I heard you died Steve, I just came to Mick. Happened to run into Goldberg, too, and that sure put a smile on my face.

You kinda gave me some poetic justice. Thanks.

Not gonna hear me say that publicly, mind you, but thanks a lot.

So I'm sitting here. And I'm thinking about shit and things. But it's mostly about Mick. A little about you, Steve, and reminising about Owen a bit, but it's for Mick. My mind is focused for Mick.

I'm glad I can't read minds.

I wouldn't want to see what Mick's thinking right now.