Stone Cold but Shakespeare
>Thou, McMahon, thou pompous lord of coin and cowardice, thinkest thou to chain me? I’ll raise mine doublet fists, crack open a flagon o’er thy pate, and send thee sprawling ‘fore the eyes of this noble throng! And that’s the gospel truth, for I hath spoken it!
>To every jackanapes backstage—be it The Rock, that prating peacock, or Triple H, that scheming duke of deceit—know this: when Stone Cold doth enter the fray, the bell tolls for thee! I’ll hoist ye high, deliver the Stunner of doom, and leave ye flat as a pancake ‘pon the heath!
>So raise thy voices, ye merry mob, and let the heavens quake with ‘Hell yea!’ For I am the king of this ring, the breaker of jaws, and I’ll be damned to the pit if any man shall gainsay me! And that, good folk, is the bottom line, ‘cause Stone Cold hath decreed it so!"
