We open up backstage where Austin and an interviewer stand, Austin looking straight at the interviewer and smiling slightly.
Interviewer: Alright, we're here with Stone Cold Steve Austin who is he-...
Stone Cold: Alright, alright, shut up. Gimme that damn thing...*Austin grabs the microphone off the man*
Stone Cold: Alright, listen close. I could tell by the look on your face you were gonna ask me stupid questions, you're lucky that these police officers behind me are here, doing their jobs because I would of knocked out your two front teeth by now, son. Anyways, I wanna speak to Cody Rhodes, Cody, Cody, Cody... Boy, oh boy. You come into my match with Dolph Ziggler, who I beat, to try and... Uhm, call me names? You didn't even bring a weapon, you stupid SOB. You should know better than to go toe-to-toe with me in the ring without protection. Protection from Brock Stedsnar and friends, and all your little Steph Mcmahon goonies and asswhipes, I've seen 6 year olds wrestle better than you asswhipes. I'm getting off topic here, I better watch what I'm saying or else Mr. Officer man here is gonna take me away. Ah, whatever. Alright, so you try and call me a few names and such but all in all you just get your ass beat by me and my buddy CM Punk, the future face of this company. You're not that good if you can't beat the best, Cody, I am the best, I'll prove at Survivor Series.
WITH AN ELBOW DROP. "WHAT!?"
A MUDHOLE STOMP. "WHAT!?
A STONE COLD STUNNER. "WHAT!?"
A SPLASH OF BEER. "WHAT!?"
AND A GOOD OL' FASHION ASS WHOOPIN'. "WHAT!?"
Austin: And when I lift that United States title high up, I'll make sure I hit you right in your pretty face, so you're shit-ugly like the rest of your family. "Oooooh"
Austin: And that's the bottom line COS' STONE COLD SAID SO.
Austin walks off, the police officer surrounding him.
Promo closed, feedback welcome.
