Backstage Brawl: Austin style.

We open up on a backstage setting, an interviewer holding the mic to stone cold's face.

The crowd cheers as Stone Cold stands infront of the mic.

Austin: Good evening.

Austin: What's Happening? What do you mean, what's happening?

Austin: Well, what's going on is Stephanie and her Gimps are being stupid and trying to take on an elite unit of tough nut wrestlers. Nothing much to it, you idiot.

The crowd laughs/cheers at Austin's comments.

Austin: You're really asking that? I'm sure destroying her goddamn office is enough, right? Incase it wasn't I'd happily show my hate for her on this very camera. You see, she can't control her company. She never could. She's trying to learn how to manage a major company because she never learned how to. I'm suprised she's learned anything since she dropped out of school because she figured she could make a living leaching of her Daddy's cash and flaunting her ass about the ring like a corner girl.

The crowd cheers again.

Austin: Hell yeah.

Austin shakes his head, then scratches his chin and looks to the camera again.

Austin: Brock, I hope you're here tonight. Because I've been waiting to dish you a can of whoopass sooner or later. You better be ready to come get some from Stone cold, because I'm ready to but are you? Hell, you're probably sniffing some shit down at your apartment now. Because you don't care about anything, do you? You're just a braindead puppet, Paul Heyman has his round, chubby hand up your fat ass right now, controlling your every move. That's the difference between me and you, Brock. I'm a free man, you're a pupper and a fool. You can't live your life when you can't control it, lezzy. I see you and Steph's gang as a bunch of darn idiots, you can't step into the ring without being controlled by Stephanie Mcmahon, she's crapping all over you, boys. It's time for Stone cold to come clean up the mess, huh? Brock, this ain't about Steph, this is about me and you. Two men in that ring, not only at No Mercy but... TONIGHT. On smackdown. It's a simple question, lets see if your pea brain can process it and throw us an answer. How about, you start pulling those steroid needles out your arms and come fight Stone Cold right now, you jacked up, rag tag son of a bitch!

The crowd goes wild as stone cold finishes his rant. The interviewer looks shocked as the crowd continues to roar.

Then. All of a sudden, out comes Brock Lesnar! He throws punch after punch at Stone Cold and tries to lift him up on his shoulders for the F-5!! NO! Stone Cold reverses and bounces off of Brock, he begins punching Lesnar's face and then kicks him in the gut! Stunner? NO! Brock reverses and pushes Austin off. The two look at eachother, the interviewer now on the floor, out of the way. The two lock up... And so begins the Backstage Brawl.

The fight breaks out! Brock starts laying into austin, violently laying right into his skull. Austin begins to fall back slightly losing his balance. Brock is still relentless with the aggressive attack. BAM! Austin props himself up. He grabs Brock's head and begins to throw punch after punch! Brock's head begins to knock back. He loses balance himself.

Austin kicks Brock in his gut, making him bend over. Austin then grabs his head and swings him into the drink machine. Brock's back slams hard into the surface of the Machine. Before Brock can get himself up Austin comes flying into him with a massive shoulder to the gut, slamming the two men back into the machine.

Striker: OH NO! Stone Cold just broke Brock on that Vending Machine!

Brock would still have his back up against the machine. Austin begins to pedal back, ready for another hit! He runs at top speed! Brock grabs him, moving out of the way and using Austin's momentum to swing him into the machine!!! Austin's head basically bounces off the machine, he lays flat out on the floor. Brock stands over Austin, a look of insanity and anger covers his face.

Brock picks Austin up and begins to punch his head again. He pulls him up quickly to his shoulders. He adjusts Steve's body perfectly. Then drop! He slams Austin's back onto the concrete, sending a slap across the room! Brock gets to his feet, "ARRRRGH!!!" He roars. Austin rolls around on the floor, holding his stomach. Brock picks him up AGAIN. He slams his head right into a Trolley and roars. Austin is clearly out raged! He grabs Brock's head and slams it into the table. ONCE "FUCK YOU!" TWICE "FUCK YOU!" THREE TIMES! "FUCK... YOU!". Brock bounces off the table and falls back onto a small table, his back to it as he sits on the ground.

Austin lays punch after punch into his head and looks to the roof as he raises his fist. BROCK! Pokes Austin in the eyes. He gets to his feet and pulls Stone Cold onto his shoulders. He readies him up, near the Trolley. "AAARGH!" He swing him around and BAM! F-5! F-5! F-5! ONTO THE TROLLEY! OH, THE PAIN! Austin flips off the Trolley!

"AAAARGH!" Brock shouts! He flexes his muscles and roars again! He looks down onto Austin's broken body and laughs insanely. Then, Heyman's hand wraps around Lesnar's shoulders. Heyman laughs too and they both look at the camera, chuckling like babies. The paramedics come through, rushing to Austin. Brock and Heyman walk off, Heyman holding Brock like his son. Austin lays flat out onto tghe floor as Paramedics begin to crowd around him.