Scott Steiner's Final Reckoning at WrestleMania

Scott Steiner

Title: 'The Math of Mayhem: Scott Steiner’s Final Reckoning'

Chapter 1: The Offer

Scott Steiner sat in the dimly lit backroom of a run-down gym in Detroit, his massive arms folded across his chest. The walls were covered in peeling posters of wrestling legends, many of whom he had destroyed in the ring. A single flickering bulb swung overhead, casting shadows that danced across his scowling face.

A nervous-looking man in a suit slid a contract across the table.

'Big Poppa Pump, we want you to come back. One last match. The biggest payday of your career.'

Steiner didn’t even glance at the paper. 'You expect me to just walk back into that ring after what they did to me? After they screwed me out of the title? After they buried the Big Bad Booty Daddy?'

The suit swallowed hard. 'This time… it’s different. It’s your rules. Your stipulations. And… it’s against him.'

Steiner’s eyes narrowed. 'Who?'

The suit leaned in. 'The man who took everything from you. The man who said you were washed up. The man who—'

'HUNTER.' Steiner’s voice was a growl, his fingers tightening into fists.

Chapter 2: The Math Doesn’t Lie

Two weeks later, WrestleMania XXXV was electric. The crowd roared as Scott Steiner’s music hit, the iconic 'Holla If Ya Hear Me!' blasting through the speakers. The Big Bad Booty Daddy emerged, chains around his neck, sunglasses hiding the fire in his eyes. He grabbed a mic before even stepping into the ring.

'YOU SEE, NORMALLY WHEN YOU GO ONE-ON-ONE WITH SCOTT STEINER, YOU GOT A 50/50 CHANCE OF WINNIN’!' The crowd erupted. They knew what was coming.

'BUT I’M A GENETIC FREAK! I’M NOT NORMAL! SO YOU GOT A 25% CHANCE—AT BEST—TO BEAT ME!'

Triple H’s music hit, and The Game strutted out, sledgehammer in hand, smirking like he already knew the outcome.

'Scott, you’re a legend, but this is my ring now. You’re just a relic.'

Steiner’s face twisted into a snarl. 'RELIC? I’LL SHOW YOU A RELIC WHEN I BREAK YOU IN HALF LIKE THE OLD MAN YOU ARE!'

Chapter 3: The Reckoning

The bell rang. Steiner charged like a bull, clotheslining Triple H before he could even react. The crowd lost it as Steiner dominated early, suplexes and power moves shaking the ring. But Triple H, ever the tactician, fought back dirty—low blows, eye rakes, and finally, a thumb to the eye before DDT’ing Steiner onto the steel steps.

Blood trickled down Steiner’s forehead as Triple H smirked, dragging him back into the ring. He signaled for the Pedigree—but Steiner exploded with a back body drop!

The crowd chanted: 'STEINER! STEINER! STEINER!'

With a roar, he hoisted Triple H onto his shoulders—STEINER RECLINER! The hold was locked in deep. Triple H flailed, his face turning purple as he tapped furiously.

The ref called for the bell.

Winner: Scott Steiner.

Epilogue: The Last Laugh

Steiner stood tall, chains glistening under the arena lights. He grabbed the mic one last time.

'YOU SEE, HUNTER? THE MATH DON’T LIE. AND IT JUST PROVED SOMETHIN’—BIG POPPA PUMP… IS STILL THE BIGGEST, BADDEST, MOST JACKED-UP FREAK IN THIS BUSINESS!'

The crowd erupted as Steiner dropped the mic, leaving Triple H gasping in the ring.

And with that, the Genetic Freak walked out—one last time—on his own terms.

THE END.

(Holla if ya heard me!) 🚀💪

Scott Steiner's Final Reckoning at WrestleMania

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