Backstage – Tension Builds
The tension backstage was palpable.
For the first time in a long time, the WWF felt like a powder keg—ready to explode. The feud between Jaxon Cross and Stone Cold Steve Austin was about to hit its boiling point. And with Vince McMahon's hand still in the mix, anything could happen.
Jaxon sat in his locker room, lacing his boots, the sound of his heartbeat thumping in his ears. He had been through wars—fought legends, giants, and everything in between. But Austin was different.
Austin was a wild animal.
The crowd would be there. The atmosphere would be electric. But it was more than that for Jaxon. This wasn't just about winning a match—this was about showing that he wasn't going anywhere.
The doors to the locker room opened.
It was Vince McMahon—and he didn't look happy.
"You better finish the job tonight, Cross."
Jaxon didn't even look up.
"I'll finish it the way I always do. With my hands around his throat."
Vince clenched his fists. "Good. Because if you don't, I'll make sure you're never seen again in this company."
Jaxon finally looked up, meeting Vince's gaze. "You can try. But it won't change the fact that you can't control me."
Vince growled and left the room.
Jaxon stood up, took a deep breath, and made his way to the entrance ramp. The lights dimmed, and Jaxon's music hit—a hard, driving beat. The crowd came alive.
Tonight wasn't just another match. It was a statement.
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Monday Night Raw – Jaxon Cross vs. Stone Cold Steve Austin
The arena was packed.
The crowd was split—half cheering for Jaxon, half chanting "Austin 3:16!" The atmosphere felt electric, and the air was thick with anticipation.
The moment the bell rang, the arena went quiet—and then Austin's music hit.
"IF YA SMELLLLLLLL… WHAT THE ROCK… IS COOKIN'!"
Stone Cold walked to the ring with that familiar swagger, cold eyes never leaving the target. His denim vest, torn jeans, and tattered boots were a reminder of everything he had been through to get to this point. He didn't care about respect. He cared about one thing: beating the hell out of Jaxon Cross.
Jaxon stood in the corner, waiting. No gimmicks. No flashy entrances. Just a man determined to fight.
The two locked eyes across the ring, and the bell rang.
The fight was immediate.
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Stone Cold vs. Jaxon Cross – The Brawl Begins
Stone Cold charged, looking for a big right hand—but Jaxon dodged, countered with a dropkick!
The crowd roared.
Austin got to his feet, and Jaxon didn't waste any time—he threw Austin into the corner, then hit a stiff elbow to the face!
Austin staggered, but quickly fought back with a hard knee to the gut followed by a swift right hook that knocked Jaxon off balance.
Austin tossed Jaxon into the ropes—clothesline attempt!
Jaxon ducked.
SPINEBUSTER!
The ring shook. Jaxon wasn't done—he climbed the turnbuckle, leapt off, and nailed a moonsault! The fans screamed as Jaxon covered.
1… 2…
Austin kicked out just in time.
Jaxon rolled off Austin, sizing him up. He'd been in wars before, but this felt different. Austin didn't just throw punches—he fought with rage.
Jaxon grabbed Austin by the head and hit a kneelift followed by a snapmare and went for an armbar.
Austin snarled, trying to fight out, but Jaxon locked it in tighter. The fans screamed. "TAP! TAP! TAP!"
But Austin wasn't the type to tap. He powered out, and with a massive thrust of his legs, he sent Jaxon flying across the ring.
Jaxon crashed into the ropes—Austin hit the ropes too—STUNNER!
The crowd erupted.
1… 2…
Jaxon barely kicked out.
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Vince McMahon's Hidden Hand
As the match wore on, it became clear—Vince McMahon's interference was inevitable.
Just as Jaxon started to build momentum, the bell rang again.
"What now?" Jaxon muttered, getting to his feet.
The camera cut to Vince McMahon—he was at ringside, with a sinister smirk on his face. In his hand, he held a steel chair.
The crowd booed immediately, knowing Vince was about to make his move.
Austin had a quick look of recognition before turning back to Jaxon. But he didn't get a chance to stop him—Vince swung the chair.
CRACK! The chair collided with Jaxon's back, and he collapsed to the mat.
The ref immediately called for the bell.
Stone Cold's music hit.
But Austin didn't celebrate. He stared at the chair in Vince's hands.
Vince smirked, holding it up to the crowd. "This is how you win, Austin. This is how you handle business."
But Austin wasn't listening.
He turned toward Vince, staring him down. The crowd gasped as Austin walked over to Vince—then, Stone Cold grabbed him by the collar!
STUNNER!
Austin planted Vince McMahon face-first into the mat, and the crowd roared.
The moment was electric—but it wasn't over.
Jaxon Cross had been betrayed. And Stone Cold had made it clear—the only man he owed loyalty to was himself.
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The Aftermath
Jaxon Cross was on the mat, hurting, but furious.
Vince McMahon had used him as a pawn—and now the stakes were higher than ever.
Austin stood over Vince's prone body, his chest heaving as he stared down at Jaxon.
Stone Cold wasn't done with Jaxon—not by a long shot.
The two men locked eyes, a silent understanding between them. This wasn't just about one match. This was a war.
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