Hi can you do a Stone Cold Steve Austin imagine Like when he wins the 1997 royal rumble and the first thing he does is runs up to the reader and hugs them can it please be a fem reader and a fluff oh and they are dating I didn’t know if I should put that or not
i dont do imagines but i can make this a kinda fluffy one-shot lol. i rewatched the '97 Rumble to jog my memory
Six-Pack
Masterlist
Stone Cold Steve Austin x fem!Reader
Warnings: Some language
Notes: I am severely sorry for this being FOUR YEARS LATE BUT I JUST BECAME ACTIVE AGAIN AND I AM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON 😭😭
"If I win this thing, you owe me a six-pack Hart."
Steve Austin glared at Bret Hart before his music hit, signalling his entrance into the Royal Rumble. He kissed your cheek, still glaring at the man across the room, before stomping to the ring. Bret glared at the space your boyfriend once occupied from across Gorilla before stalking back to the locker room.
You watched the TV in a corner of Gorilla, a nervous wreck for tonight. A Wrestlemania title shot was on the line and everyone wanted it. Everyone including your boyfriend, the hot-headed Stone Cold Steve Austin.
You glanced to where Bret once stood, thankful nothing blew up backstage. They were in the middle of a heated rivalry about God-knows what and would for sure tear each other to shreds if not for your interveining and the glares of backstage security.
The crowd popped and you turned your attention back to the TV, noticing Austin had cleared house and was alone on the ring. You didn't even register the opponents coming to and from Gorilla as the match went on.
Bart Gunn went in, Bart Gunn went out.
You smiled at Austin's cocky display of pushups and him sitting on the tunbuckle after Gunn was eliminated.
Jake Roberts winked at you as he carried his huge snake sack with him to the ring when his music hit. You just rolled your eyes.
Bulldog was a little huffy when he walked past you, not that you paid him any mind.
Opponent after opponent came and went as you watched on from your little corner. Helmsley even tried to kiss your hand before his entrance, complete with a cocky bow. You stomped on his foot and watched him howl, noting to tell that to Austin later.
Eventually the ring cleared again and it was just Austin left alone again. You could clearly see how exhausted he was, but he persisted in waving to the hard-cam, taunting the next entrant.
You watched Bret Hart come out of the locker room area and you groaned. He noticed you still in your little corner and stalked up, annoyance on his face.
"He's not gonna win this, you know." Bret grumiply spat out.
Savio Vega's music hit.
You swished you hair back and glared. "Piss off, Hart. I don't need you starting shit backstage." You turned your attention back to the TV, ignoring Bret flaring at your words.
Savio Vega was eliminated. Jesse James went out next. He went over the top as well. Austin sat on the turnbuckle again.
The fans started counting down and Bret smirked. "I'm not after you anyways, its that bald-headed wannabe I want to teach a lesson to. I shouldn't even have to be here anyways."
You cringed at Brets electric guitar music, signalling his entrance. Bret stalked out and down to the ring. You watched as the two brawled.
As Bret hooked a sharpshooter, Mankind crawled up beside you, spooking you a little. He held a rat up to you.
"What do you think?" He asked as he watched Terry Funk on the TV. You looked down at the rat. It's whiskers twitched. "I think Austin is gonna pull something on Bret, I just have that feeling." You answered. Mankind squealed and rocked, petting his rat.
Somehow you missed him crawling away as you thought more about your exhausted partner in the ring. Mankind stalked out of Gorilla.
Silently, you pleaded that he wouldnt be hurt any worse than he was at King of the Ring, where you almost cried when he walked back to you with a swollen, stitched up lip.
The crowd counted down again, pulling you out of your thoughts, and you watched Vader stomp down the aisle. It was almost over, at least.
A cold chill crawled up your spine as a black figure appeared beside you. You looked up at a rotten-faced Undertaker, also watching the TV. He looked more disheveled than you had ever seen him, but was still calm and rigid.
"He is safe." He drawled. Confused, you cocked an eyebrow. "The hell do you mean?" Undertaker looked down on you. Another chill.
"Austin. He is safe. We have no quarrel. There will be a time where he treads on the wrong side of hell. But now is not the time." The crowd counted down again and he slowly walked off, his music signalling him to the ring.
You were still cold, and slightly confused, but you turned your attention back to the TV once more.
Before you knew it, the referees were trying to pry apart Mankind and Terry Funk. Bret suddenly grabbed Austin and threw him over the top.
You wanted to scream, but you noticed the referees were still occupied with Funk and Mankind. Austin noticed too, and he crawled back in the ring.
"Oh shit" You called out loud. Austin eliminated Undertaker and Vader, Bret hauled out Fake Diesel.
And to your astonishment, Austin tossed out Bret, and the ending bell sounded. You stood up and ran to Gorilla, too stunned to even say anything. How did that even count? You may never know.
Dancing on the balls of your feet, excitement flooded you as you heard the all familiar glass shatter. A couple minutes passed, and Austin emerged through, quickly spying your excited face.
He ran up and lifted you, laughing and twirling you in the air. Finally, he put you down and you grinned at his excitement. "I'm so glad you won."
Austin kissed your forehead and hooked his icy blue eyes onto yours. "We'll have to get the hell out dodge, honey. Hart is pissed and he owes me a six-pack."

