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'Cuz Stone Cold Said So.
The end result of believing your own catch phrases.

Hola my droobies; (Extra points for anyone that knows the 'droobies' reference, BTW.)

I want to start off by saying how much I enjoyed Alex Carevales' article this week. In fact, I enjoyed it SO much that I'm gonna jump on the "let's trash Stone Cold" wagon for a moment.


Steve Austin, moments before accepting an Academy Award for "Outstanding performace by a man resembling a giant, bearded penis."

Let's enter the Wayback machine to the summer of 1999. Austin is at the top of his game; the veritable KING of the wrestling universe.

Stone Cold Steve Ego
For the July Raw, the Fed books an Austin/Double J match with a HHH run-in finish. Austin, feeling that Jarrett is unworthy of appearing in the same ring as the mighty SCSA, reportedly nixes the match. The bookers counter with a Billy Gunn singles match. Austin again refuses, saying that neither Jarrett or Gunn are Over enough to deserve a TV Main Event rub from him. Yet another Austin vs Taker snoozefest insues.

The same month during Smackdown, management proposes a Stone Cold/Rock match vs DX. Austin reportedly again refuses, apparently on the grounds that "SCSA don't need no damn partner sharing the limelight." This is the same Steve Austin who would later refuse to drop the Strap to Triple H before taking a yearlong leave to nurse his neck injury.

And They Say X-Pac Never Jobs
Now, Stone Cold is back, and who has he put over? Nobody. Most the time, he flat out refuses to wrestle. How many matches has he actually had since his return? He squashed Rikishi to make himself look "tough", he squashed Benoit to convince us all of his "technical" skills after widespread criticism of his skill level, and other that's about it. Oh, he DID give a rub to his buddy William Regal. (Probably the LAST guy that deserved a major push, but hey, he used to ride with Austin.) But then he stole Regal's title shot and squashed HIM, too. Basically, all Austin does anymore is wander in, lurch from ringpost to ringpost, dispense a few stunners, call for beer, then leave. Fortunately, this seems to be enough for his fanbase.

It kinda bugs me that people claim that Triple H "forced" himself into the Austin angle, supplanting Rikishi. It should be obvious to anyone aquainted with the history of the two that it was most likely AUSTIN who demanded that Triple H, the top heel in the industry, replace Rikishi, a mere midcarder. (Oh, the irony. Austin wanted nothing to do with HHH two years ago.) It's even odder that there are still people who claim that Austin "made" the WWF, and that they still "need" him. Austin was certainly a major factor in their popularity, but no moreso than the Rock currently is, or Hulk Hogan was a decade or two ago.

The Bottom Line
Recently, Austin's been slightly more interesting with his 'comedy' routine in his feud with H. But this doesn't really make up for his poor attitude. Basically, Austin needs a lesson in humility, and an even bigger lesson in teamwork. And that's the bottom line, cause Y Pac sez so.

And Speaking of Angry, Sweaty Men
In a recent interview, the Big Show said he'd "like to see an Internet reporter insult him to his face." Always one to risk grave personal injury for a chance to sue a wealthy lummox for tons of money, I hereby accept the Big Show Challenge. Show, if you're reading this (and yes, I'm assuming you can read), I'll be ringside at No Way Out, and I'd love to tell you what a fat, sloppy doofus you are in person. You can't miss me, I'll be the one holding the "Is Leviathan the father, Big Show?" sign. Feel free to assault me, as I'm tired of working for a living and would LOVE to retire at your expense.

In case I'm being too subtle here, the point is this: It's really lame and pathetic to hear somebody like the Showster threatening violence against his critics. Have a long talk with Sean Waltman, Paul, and ask him if he'd punch a fan again.

Word to the Showster: If you think your ex-wife screwed you, you ain't seen NOTHING compared to the screwing you'd get if you actually tried to Walk your Roid-Induced Talk. Chill out, lose some weight, learn to wrestle, and THEN the critics will stop dissin' ya, big guy.

Cool Thing Of The Week: Nash murders David Flair on national television.
Lame Thing Of The Weak: Nash murders the English Language, Mutilates Common Sense, and Molests basic logic on national television.

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