Some nights, once Debra has gone to sleep, I lie awake, and I reflect on what my life has become. Did I do the right thing? Did I do the moral thing? It always comes back to the one question. Was it worth it?
Was selling my soul worth the WWF Championship?
Some nights I look over at my sleeping wife, and the answer is �no�. I think that my selfish decision is beginning to make me lose the one person who has ever truly meant something to me. I see replays of the way I treat her on TV, and it makes me cringe inside. Despite all I�ve done towards her, and in public, she still sticks by me. I don�t deserve her.
Other nights I look over at my WWF Championship Belt, and the answer is an emphatic �yes�. A sense of self-worth comes over me, and I know that my whole life has built towards that single moment at WrestleMania. Not so much beating the Rock. Not so much aligning myself with the Devil himself, Vince McMahon. It was regaining The Belt. It was taking back what has been rightfully mine from the beginning.
Which leads me to Triple H. Deep inside I know we�ll never be friends. Hell, despite being one half of the �Two Man Power Trip�, I still don�t even like the guy! What�s to like? The bastard orchestrated a devious plan to run me over just as my career was starting to take off. The bastard looked me right in the eye, and lied. Despite what it may seem, I don�t respect him. I respect his achievements, but not the man behind them.
Not only did I align myself with the Devil, but with his apprentice. And although I may have lost the fans cheers and approvals, I have never before felt so strong. So�powerful. Invincible.
Immortal.
My soul is truly gone. Sold. But when I look in the mirror none of that matters. Not anymore.
Cos I�m Stone Cold Steve Austin. And I am the WWF Champion.