We open, once again, backstage at an FTR house show. Steve Austin is standing in front of the camera by himself.
Austin: "You got that thing rolling, son?"
Camera Man: "Yes sir."
Austin: "Good..
Shane Douglas, you come out here and you talk about being a Franchise. You talk about being above everyone else. Well hell son, how many Wrestlemanias have you headlined? How many television shows have you appeared in? You call ME a low life piece of crap? The last time I checked, Shane, your biggest successes were within the confines of a damned bingo hall when you were playing bleeding for dollars. You ain't no Franchise until you've stepped inside of the ring with the best..and you've beaten the best.
My name is Stone Cold Steve Austin....and I've been in the ring with the best this business has ever had to offer, and by God I whupped every last one of their asses.
As for you, Douglas...what have you done? You got in the ring with Stone Cold and you lasted about five seconds. LOOKATACH!
YERPATHETIC!
But now, instead of asking me for a rematch..you wanna save yourself the embarassment. You wanna get some other piece of trash to get in the ring and get his ass whupped. Well that's fine with me. I don't give a damn which one of your bingo hall buddies you bring out of the woodwork. I don't care if his name is Tommy Dreamer.....Raven...The Sandman....The Tazmanian Devil....it don't make a damn bit of difference to Stone Cold.
The fact of the manner is...you are just like every single one of those ECW rejects who tried to take their game up to another level. They wound up getting their asses kicked, and taking their ball and going home.
Genesis..Douglas....
You bring yourself, Lance Storm, yer little mystery man..and I'll bring a five-hundred gallon keg of whup ass and serve it up to every single last one of ya...
