Michael Cole is standing inside the ring at an FTR house show with a microphone in hand.
Michael Cole: "Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I would like to bring out a true legend in professional wrestling..........STONE COLD....STEVE....AUSTIN!"
The sound of shattering glass kicks off Austin's theme music. Austin trudges down to the ring as always, and ascends all four turnbuckles with his middle fingers raised. His music then dies down, and Michael Cole begins to speak again.
Michael Cole: "Stone Cold...you kicked off your debut in the FTR with a victory over The Rock. However, you suffered your first loss at Genesis to the returning Raven..and now Shane Douglas has challenged you to-"
Austin snatches the microphone away.
Austin: "SHADDUP!!
You come out here, and you flap yer little jaws about Rocky this and Raven that....what you need to understand is that you ain't callin' the shots to Stone Cold. There ain't no one back there in that locker room who is callin' the shots to Stone Cold. And that includes that sorry son of a bitch, Shane Douglas.
At Genesis..I put on my boots..I put on my knee braces..and I did what I do in every single match. I walked to that ring, and I got to whup somebody's ass. Now I'm not gonna come out here and make any damn excuses about not knowing who my opponent was, cause there's enough of that going on already and I think it's a load of crap! Raven came out, and whether I like it or not...Raven beat me one....two......three.
But Shane Douglas...did you beat Stone Cold Steve Austin?
EH-EH!
That just didn't happen. If my memory serves me correctly, and I think it does, I whupped your ass in the shortest match in FTR history not so long ago. So you ran down and you got one of you ECW pieces of trash to do your dirty work for you, and then even he says you're nothing but a damned joke. You don't have the guts to get in the ring with Stone Cold Steve Austin, and you damn well know it.
Even now, you don't want a one-on-one match, son. You want to team up with yer little buddy Lance Storm and tell me to go and pick a tag-team partner. Well in case you didn't notice, Douglas, Stone Cold don't walk around in any kind of clique backstage. Stone Cold takes care of business, just like he always has......right by himself. I work alone, I live alone, I train alone, and I whup people's asses alone..and that's the way it was, and that's the way it's always gonna be.
But Stone Cold ain't what The Undertaker likes to call the phony tough and the crazy brave....I ain't about to walk into that match by myself and have you two pieces of trash beat up on me for ten minutes. It just don't work that way, Douglas. What I'm going to do is I'm going to go out there, and I'm going to find me a partner who will watch my back while I stomp a mudhole in both of your asses and walk that sumbitch dry.
And that's the bottom line.....................
Cause Stone Cold.....SAID SO!"
Wtih that, Steve Austin drops the microphone....gives Michael Cole the middle finger, and heads to the back.
