I am typing this with blood on my knuckles and a cut above my left eye.  One of the fingers on my left hand is completely demolished.  My nose is broken and a black eye is welling up on my right cheek.  I ended the lives of two people this morning with a machine gun.  It was either me or them, and hey…That’s an easy decision to make.  RELAX FOLKS…IT’S JUST A MOVIE…IT’S. JUST. A. MOVIE…

Today I got beat up a little, tortured for a while, then we took a lunch break, and then I got tortured some more,  and tomorrow…Someone is going to die a horrible, horrible death.  Relax, folks…It’s just a movie.  It was actually ok being tortured, all I had to do was sit there, tied to a chair, and sell like Big Show was hitting me with his working punch.  I’ve been fighting so much it was nice to take a break and be on the receiving end instead of the giving end…Wait, did I just say that??  Tomorrow it’s back to physicality with a more fighting and violence.  But it’s a nice kind of violence because with all of the torture and bloodshed, this is a G Rated family movie…Just kidding folks…This is going to border between a PG-13 and R Rating.  Either way there’s a lot of action.

I may be headed straight into another project if the business end of things works out.  If not, the Austin Clan will take a quick trip down to the Broken Skull Ranch for 10-14 days.  Shawn Michaels and I have been trying to get together for a hunt for the last year and this could be the opportunity to get it done.  Shawn has really taken to the outdoor world like a duck on a Junebug. Shawn’s show, MacMillan River Adventures has been a hit and when I spoke with Shawn in Las Vegas at the SHOT SHOW he was up for several awards.  Shawn’s success is not a surprise to me.  He’s extremely dedicated and motivated to be the best he can be at any endeavor he takes on in life.  He is the greatest in ring performer I have ever seen.  The fact that his talent and commitment transferred over from the squared circle to the world of hunting does not surprise me.  Shawn has segued from being the “Show Stopper” to the “Game Stopper”.  I’m proud of him and his success.

Anyhoo, that’s all I got.  I’ll catch you guys tomorrow.  Same Broken Skull Time…Same Broken Skull Channel.

Steve Austin

Was a 15 hour day…With that said…That’s all I got to say.

PS. Thanks to all the cast and crew for a hellacious work day.  Much appreciated.

Steve Austin

Was a long day on set, folks.  Dialogue scenes with Dolph for half a day and then moved into action scenes that lead into tomorrows fight day with Dolph.  Dolph Is in tremendous condition and I feel pretty comfortable going into tomorrow’s work as long as he doesn’t have a flash back and say-”I must Break You.”  One of my fave movie lines of all time.

Anyway, this is a short blog…gotta rest up and find that can of Whoop Ass for tomorrow.

Steve Austin

Well today was a pretty chill day.  Sundays are pretty relaxed in downtown Vancouver.  So I was doing all my normal stuff I normally do on my last day off…Wash clothes, workout, cook all of my meals, run my dialogue scenes, etc.  After I got done with everything I figured I’d go grab a few clothing items at the nearby Sears.  And as I was walking along, one of those damn Smart Cars runs through a red light right when I stepped off the curb into the road.  You know what a Smart Car is, right?  One of those little bitty tiny cars that 2 people can fit into and is supposed to get damn good mileage…I guess that’s why it’s “Smart”.   Now it wasn’t that close of a call, but it got me thinking…I do not sit around and ponder in what fashion I will one day meet my demise, but however I go, I damn sure don’t wanna die because I got run over by a damn Smart Car.  Cause that would really suck.  I don’t want people saying, Hey did you hear Stone Cold got killed?  Oh my God, what happened?  Well, the sumb!tch was working on a movie in Canada, went out to buy some underwear and got run over by a Smart Car…Aw c’mon…Really, what happened to him?  Dude, I’m telling you…He got smoked by a Smart Car…Underwear was falling out of the sky like confetti…Damnedest thing I ever saw…His last words were, “You gotta be ribbing me…”

Anyway, folks, it wasn’t that close of a call…And I’m not trying to be macho or nothing…But if I was to get sent up to that big wrestling ring in the sky by a vehicle..Please let it be a big ass, lifted 4×4, with big tires, and a loud exhaust system.  And make sure the tailgate says Ford, Chevy, or Dodge…

Steve Austin

After posting a tall tale last night on the blog, some had suggested my creative tale was inspired by alcohol.  Not the case folks…I like to write and I like to entertain.  My website is a window into my life.  Yes, I have a creative side.  Hello.  I use my website to communicate with the people I have spent the better part of my life trying to entertain.  Whether it’s a blog about hunting season, a movie, or just a random tall tale, I enjoy writing and using the creative side of my brain.  While I would not put myself in the same league as Mark Twain, William Shakespeare, Stephen King, or even Mick Foley, my website is for information and entertainment.  So, to the narrow minded few…Lighten Up, Frances.

Steve Austin

So today I went down and worked on a fight scene with Dolph and the stunt guys, got the gym out of the way, worked on my dialogue and now I feel like writing about the rest of my day….It was crazy, to say the least.  Here’s what happened.

My driver was bringing me back to the hotel after fight rehearsal when I noticed a hell of a commotion up ahead in the street.  As we were going uphill everyone was screaming and pointing at a baby stroller that had gotten away from a highly distressed mother.  It was a steep hill and the baby carriage was rapidly gaining even more speed.  I could only think of the safety of the poor child inside the stroller.  The stroller was careening through intersections as cars were slamming on their brakes to avoid hitting the runaway carriage…I knew I had to do something fast.  I told my driver to do a 180 in the middle of the street and chase the baby down…The 180 was executed with perfection and I climbed out of the window and perched myself on top of the mini van and yelled at my driver to pull alongside the speeding infant.  The poor child was screaming his head off…I got on my phone and got in touch with the Vancouver PD and Fire Department…They were aware of my position and were working to keep all of the intersections clear and unobstructed…I was confident that with Vancouver’s finest working with me, we would be able to bring this poor distraught child back safely to his mother…Well, we were still going downhill…I figure the stroller was going close to 70-80 miles per hour.  I didn’t know strollers could go that fast…Boy was I wrong.  Well, I was getting ready to go for broke…The time was now…I yelled at my driver to get closer…It was a hairy situation to say the least!  Then…I jumped for the stroller…I was going to jump right over the stroller and when I was above the baby I was going to pluck him from the runaway carriage, cradle him in my arms, and just keep rolling until we came safely to a stop.  Well…That  never happened.  The stroller hit a rock…Lurched to a stop…The baby flew out and was flying through the air.  Meanwhile, I had already jumped.  I would have been in perfect position to snatch the terrorized toddler from  imminent peril and certain destruction but since the stroller had hit the rock, I ended up skidding across the mean streets of Vancouver empty handed and in an effort to save my hide, I rolled into a ball and started rolling down the street like a 250 pound human bowling ball, when all of a sudden 10 pedestrians, yep 10,  were crossing the road just at the wrong time.  I was probably doing 40-50 miles per hour and knocked down all 10 people, a perfect strike…But where was the baby???  My question was soon answered when I rolled into a gutter and came to a stop…The human gutter ball…No I’m not making this up…I heard the cries of the wailing young whippersnapper and when I looked up I was  I could not believe what I was seeing…The bamboozled ankle biter had been snatched out of midair by a low flying bird of prey.  It was a Bald Eagle to be exact…I could almost see the big bird smiling with satisfaction that he had just caught his next meal…Well, not if I had anything to do with it…As a high as a kite hippie skateboarded by, I snatched the handkerchief off his head and placed a rock inside it, David and Goliath style.  As I was slinging the stone at the bird, the bawling bambino proceeded to bust loose with an insurmountably bodacious bowel movement.  The befuddled and baffled Bald Eagle didn’t know what the hell was going on and as the stone glanced of his belly, he let loose of the turd spewing tyke and took off for safety.  As luck would have it, luck was on my side when the rapidly descending tot bounced off of a flock of Sea Gulls and landed safely in the arms of a Vancouver Fireman.  The baby was safe and unharmed and finally reunited with his mother.

Now I know that sounds like a BS story…but it’s true.

Steve Austin

I remember certain things in my wrestling career with crystal clear clarity.  Sometimes I can piece together some of the details of a memory and remember it all.  Sometimes I listen to someone tell a story and I don’t remember any of it, but by all accounts it was an accurate summation of a real moment in history…What am I getting at?  I don’t remember every detail of every thing that happened in my career.  The great Mick Foley has incredible recall of his career as evidenced by all of his memoirs which have made for wonderful and detailed reads of the trials and tribulations of life, and life on the road in the world of professional wrestling.  That was a long winded paragraph to explain why I don’t remember where I was when I saw the most important commercial of my life…

I was either in my college dorm room or in my apartment when one night I was alone watching World Class Championship Wrestling on KTVT from Dallas, Texas.  I was living in Denton, 30 miles away.  I was drinking a beer watching the show and during a commercial break, “Gentleman” Chris Adams came on the TV talking about his School of Professional Wrestling.  He was gonna teach the basics of pro wrestling, the psychology, training tips, travel and licensing tips…Everything…Hell, I was all over that like a duck on a Junebug.   The seminar for the school was gonna cost $45 dollars.  If you joined the school the $45 would be applied to your tuition.  I think the school price was about $1500 all in.  Workouts would be every Saturday at the World Famous Sportatorium after the Saturday morning TV taping. I showed up the next Saturday morning all decked out in the best duds I owned…Purple Izod shirt, black  jeans, and black loafers…The shoulder length platinum blonde mane was a real eye catcher, too…Of course we all know that I did not get the ‘lifetime’ guarantee on the hair…Anyway, Chris was a good looking, charismatic individual and had a definite presence.  I had caught his attention when I walked in the building.  He introduced himself and asked about my background.  I told him I had just finished playing football at North Texas.  All through his spiel about the school he kept saying”just because you played football doesn’t mean you can make it in this business”.  Finally, Chris finished the seminar and it was time to go.  I had already made up my mind that I was going to join the school.  I loved pro Wrestling.  This was my doorway thru to the business.  I shook Chris’ hand and said ‘Thank You”.  Then I added “You know you keep talking about just because of having a football background doesn’t mean you can make it in this business.  If you show me how to do this stuff, I can do it”.  Chris said “OK Steve”.  I said “I’ll see you next week”.

I showed up the next week and the rest is history.  Chris and I would end up a few months after my debut when I made my return to Dallas from Nashville when the student turned against his teacher.  It was a wildly entertaining feud that undoubtedly helped me win the prestigious PWI Rookie of the Year for 1990.  That would lead to the rest of my career, of course…

I had been watching Pro Wrestling since I was 7-8 years old.  I loved it.  Still do.  And I will always remember the commercial that changed my life.

Steve Austin