[[ POST-MATCH CAGE INTERVIEW WITH JOE ROGAN ]]
(Joe Rogan steps over the broken wood and twisted metal wires of the destroyed commentary position, holding his microphone out to Stone Cold Steve Austin, who is chugging two beers simultaneously while standing on top of the barricade.)
JOE ROGAN: > “Steve, that was an incredibly intense, compact war, man. Randy Orton brought the speed early on, he shut down your signature setups, and he forced you to really dig into your brawling roots. Walk me through the exact moment you decided to take this fight out of the ring and turn it into a dirty phone-booth brawl.”
STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN: (Wiping beer and sweat from his chin, looking intensely into the microphone) > “Joe, the kid is 21 years old, he’s fast, he’s got all the potential in the world, and he thinks he’s the baddest son of a bitch walking God’s green earth. He thought he could drop to number four, pull a fast one with that BMF belt, and just leapfrog Stone Cold on the tracking boards.
But I told him before the bell rang—you don’t come into Milwaukee and play chess with me. He wanted to counter my moves? Fine. He wanted to play it fast? Fine. So I grabbed him by his throat, I brought him out here to the floor, and I asked him if he wanted to trade leather with the master. His pride wouldn’t let him say no, Joe! And when you trade punches with Stone Cold, your clock starts ticking. I saw the table, I saw his knees shaking, and I drove his jaw straight through the floorboards. The number two spot stays exactly where it belongs. And if anyone else wants to cash something in? And that’s the bottom line, ’cause Stone Cold said so!”