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~!~SCENE 1~!~ The scene opens on highway eighty-four in his hometown of Victoria, Texas, where Stone Cold is driving his big black S.U.V. truck with the smoking skull logo on the side of the drivers door. SCSA: Sweet Home Alabama! where the skies are so blue. Yeah, yeah, yeah! boom, boom, boom. All the sudden a cop car's sierens go off from behind Stone Cold's truck as he doesn't hear it at first. Than reacts by turning down the radio. SCSA: Ahh shit not again. Heh, looks like I'll just have to be giving this clown a piece of my mind just like I did with the last. Stone Cold pulls his truck over to the side and waits for the officer to come by to the door. The cop opens his car door and approaches the rattlesnakes viechle wearing a little black cap and brown cop suit. weighing in at at a near THREE hundred pounds and looking to be standing at five-three. He's the fat cop that likes to give people tickets for no aparent reason and not to mention pleasuring himself looking at Mary Kate and Ashley pornagraphy! Stone Cold laughes to himself as he rolls down his window as the cop starts to write out Austin's ticket. SCSA: Ummm.. hey buddy may I ask what the hell did I do here? Doesn't look like theres anything wrong by me. Fat Cop: Hey pal, actually tou were driving under the influence of alcahol. Look at that can of bud right there. What do you call that? Thats about a two hundred dollar fine. SCSA: Haha no worry im not drunk. Do I look like im drunk. Am I going crazy? Usually when im drunk I jump around like a possesed crazy man. Is my head spinning in circles? Are my eyes blood shot? Fat Cop: What is your point buckoo... The cop hands Stone Cold his drunk driving ticket. SCSA: Ha ha bucko, haven't heard that cornt piece of shit phrase in a while. The bottom line that im trying to get across your fat, perverted ass is that there aint a chance in the blue hell Stone Cold Steve Austin is paying for this garbage. Now I gotta get my ass to work and raise some hell in the WXE. Stone Cold rips the ticket up right infront of the cop as he yells out to Austin while he's driving away with a smile on his face and the radio playing. Fat Cop: Hey, hey you! I dont look at child porn. Why child when there is grandma's gone wild. Yeah Grandma's gone crazy just get it!
Ahh allmost there. Im comming WXE. Ha ha and you cant wait no longer without me. Stone Cold gets out of his black S.U.V. as he gets out at it looks like a gas station down town in Houston, Texas where a WXE event is being held. Stone Cold walks into the gas station as a young fan asks for his autograph. SCSA: Hey what are you looking for fuzz fizzle? Nah, dont ask my autograph? How bout you go get me a few beers and we'll talk about this. The young fan without saying a word turns his back looking to be heading for the beers. As Stone Cold puts his right hand on the kids shoulder and stops him than pulls out a black pen. SCSA: Wait a second there son im just kidding around with son. Dont take things so seriously with me now. Whats your name? The kid answers saying Matt, while some huge guy says something to Austin after Stone Cold finishes signing the kid's paper. Big dude: Hey punk. You think you can be making a name for yourself in the WXE now? After the WWE? Well let me tell you something it should have been me the whole time not you. SCSA: Who the hell are you? What is this some kind of joke right? Your not a fan, well I can deal with that. In a matter of fact I like that, but what crawled up your ass and died for you to feel free to just walk your big behind over to me and tell me this now? What you want me to show you some simpothy or something, just because I guess you feel you have what it takes to do what I do. But really you haven't looked up at the facts lately and you just really suck and cant compete. Do you want me to give you some advise? Big dude: I dont need your advise. SCSA: O yes you do. Here's some for ya, hope you can catch on to this quickly by me telling you that your are absolutly pothetic and you need to go find a little job, get a life, and a bitch. There you go Harry Guttnut? right. I dont know I just know how to do this. Stone Cold punches the big guy on the side of the face, as he than kicks him in the groin area as the big guy bends down, than Austin stuns his ass to the concrete floor of the gas station. Austin puts a twenty on the couter as he takes his beer and beef jerkey and walks out of the gas station. SCSA: Here we come WXE, the rattlesnake is here. And you can bet your stupid little ass's off that I'll be dammed that there is a better superstar in the WXE right now. The scene fades to black with Stone Cold leaving in his black truck.
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Stone Cold drinking a small can of beer and singing along out loud to the radio thats playing "Sweet Home Alabama"
