Transcript
Rip Rogers (0:00)
Save over $200 when you book weekly.
Steve Austin (0:02)
Stays with VRBO this winter. If you need to work, why not.
Rip Rogers (0:06)
Work from a chalet?
Steve Austin (0:07)
If you haven't seen your college besties since, well, college. You need a week to fully catch up in a snowy cabin.
Rip Rogers (0:13)
And if you have to stay in a remote place with your in laws, you should save over $200 a week.
Steve Austin (0:18)
That's the least we can do. So you might as well start digging out the long johns because saving over $200 on a week long snowcation rental is in the cards book now@verbo.com the.
Rip Rogers (0:30)
Following program is a podcast one.com production he started in a small town in.
Steve Austin (0:36)
Texas, worked his ass off to become.
Rip Rogers (0:40)
One of the most famous wrestlers of all time.
Steve Austin (0:42)
We're gonna take care of business tonight. And that's the bottom line.
Rip Rogers (0:47)
And now he's dominating the world of on demand audio and he's doing it.
Steve Austin (0:51)
For the working man. This is a damn good outlet for me to spew the bullshit off my brain.
Rip Rogers (0:57)
This is the Steve Unleash.
Steve Austin (1:08)
All right everybody. Welcome to Steve Austin Show. I am coming to you from the mean streets of Los Angeles, California, today, sitting here at Marina Crib at 317 Gimmick street and today it's the second part of my conversation with the one and only Rip Rogers, a guy who knows a shitload about the business of pro wrestling. We're still talking the business of pro wrestling. We're going to talk about high spots, learning how to throw a good working punch. And Rip's got some great stories always. Like when the guys tell stories about doing the caravan tours over in Germany, booking the Puerto Rico territory. And we also talk about working with Billy Robinson. He also has a couple more stories to tell about macho man Randy Savage. So Rip Rogers part two is coming up after I get through shooting the breeze and talking about all the bullshit that's going on over here. Well, I just got back from visiting 316 Gimmick street my house and it's being remodeled and things are moving along. The painters come in there and primed up the walls. They got one of the doors in the big ass three, whatever sliding panel doors in. They got two more to put in that's going well. The exterior hardware to those doors is not on the doors. So I don't know if that means we got to ship those son bitches back. Someone's going to bring them to us, they're going to install them. But somebody forgot to order the goddamn controls for the outside of the door. So If I'm outside and I want to come inside, how the fuck am I going to get inside if there ain't no door handle to turn or latch or whatever the hell it is, it ain't on the backside of the door. So I'll fine and dandy if I'm on the inside looking to go outside and shut the door, lock everything up. But if I'm outside, I'm fucked. Now, on one hand, that would be great. It would be hard for criminals, burglars and trespassers to break in. But on that other hand, it ain't worth the flying shit if I've got a load of stakes and shit and I'm trying to barbecue and I'm trying to get back in my crib, and I can't because there ain't no fucking door handle. Well, I'm hoping my contractor can get this shit figured out because waiting on those door frames, shit, the doors were in about three or four weeks ago. We've been waiting on a guy. Damn door frames come in. So finally the door frames come in all of a sudden, put everything on, ain't got no handle on the outside of the door. If there's one thing I've learned in the process of remodeling, and yes, once again, this is my first remodel in my 52 years of existence on planet Earth, is that you can expect anything and everything positive and negative to happen. You're going to get lucky on some things and you're going to get fucked on the others. So you might as well be ready for a little bit of both. I've been getting fucked on a lot of stuff, so I'm about ready for all this shit to just kind of ease out. Good times to happen, Put my house back together, I can unload my pod, put my shit back in, and start living in my goddamn house again. Other than that shit, I can't complain much, man. I've been spending the last few days up around the Beverly Hills area. Beverly Hills, California. Where I've been going is about nine miles from the crib. Nine miles ain't much, but when you're driving In Los Angeles, nine miles can turn into about 45 minutes to an hour real quick. On a good day, you can make it nine miles in about 20 minutes. It all depends where you're going. When I'm in Texas, you always talk about, hey, man, how many miles is it to wherever you're going in Los Angeles? It's how many minutes or how many hours. And God damn, when Rush Hour hits, and sometimes at the most fucked up times during the day, it's going to take you a long time to go nine miles. And it seems like every time I'd go to Beverly Hills, for some reason, no matter what time it was, it always seemed like rush hour. And I'm thinking, you know, I don't have a normal job. I. I never have had a normal job. When I was going to college, I was working on a freight dock. Then I got in the business of pro wrestling. So prior to working on the freight dock, I had summer jobs, you know, hauling hay, work in construction, working for the highway department. So I would just wonder, you know, what the fuck everybody's doing driving around the streets if they're supposed to be at work. I don't get it. There's just too much traffic in Los Angeles. That's all there is to it. And I've got to jump back on the same shit I've been saying for a long ass time. And you probably noticed this if you've been keeping your eyes open while you've been driving, because you shouldn't have your eyes down on your goddamn smartphone sending text messages. And that's what I've been noticing has been going on. I keep talking about it over and over and over again on the podcast and it just seems like more and more motherfuckers are doing it. And today on my way back from Beverly Hills, I didn't see just one. I didn't see just two. I saw three automobile accidents. One was a three car pile up. Those motherfuckers, you should have seen it. Three cars. Well, two cars in a van. Fucking ambulance was there, the damn sirens was blazing. And I guarantee you somebody had their head up their ass. Somebody was sending a text message. It's just like nobody pays attention to shit anymore. I was trying to go home to Marina Del Rey. And the motherfucker in front of me, all over his cell phone, weaving from side to side in his goddamn lane. Come time for the green light to come on, just sit there. Because he's had his head down in his phone. So I had to lay on my goddamn arm. Not just one of those polite, eh, eh, I laid on that fucking horn. Hey, motherfucker, wake the fuck up. I got somewhere to goddamn go. You might not have shit to do. You might be lollygagging and pussyfooting around, but I got a life to live. And there's a couple of things that I like to get expedited, done ASAP as soon as possible. So get Your fucking face out of your phone, Mash that on a gas pedal and get the fuck out of way. Back it off a little bit. Got up to about 7,000 rpms. I'm coasting again at a thousand rpms. Everything's good now. Breathe deeply. Count down from 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Anyway, I didn't get into any road rage or anything like that, but it's like, God damn. I mean, y' all look around. Are you one of those people that's driving your car down the road and you all texting and doing shit like that? Everybody's texting. You look at the shotgun passengers. Everybody. No one has a normal conversation anymore these days. Everybody's damn caught up into catching up. And to seeing what the fuck's going on on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or text messages is just out of the. It's out of this world. It's fucking unbelievable. Anyway, I always talk about this shit. I thought I'd throw it out there one more time. I'm about sick of it. I had someone send me an email a while back, and someone had invented this technology for a phone or a particular phone that would not work while the vehicle was in motion. They was actually asking for some, like a fundraiser or something like that. Anyway, I didn't send any money to this son bitch, but it's a goddamn good idea. I understand you got to have some GPS functions and shit like that, but I think I ought to shut them goddamn phones down from being able to talk while you. Well, not talk, but text. I don't know how you do that, but it sure would be good because there's too many. Some bitches you got to understand, some people try to sneak at luck, and it's like, man, when you're riding right off the back of someone's ass and there's like, you know, 15, 20 mile per hour traffic that's slow even down to 10. And all of a sudden, you know, you're kind of that one car link back, one car link for every 10 miles an hour, give or take. And all of a sudden, you look down at your phone and that motherfucker, There's a stop in front of you or there's a traffic discombobulation. They hit their brakes, and all of a sudden, boom, you're on that motherfucker's ass. It happens that quick. And the faster you going, the faster it happens. You try to sneak a peek at that fucking phone and disaster happens. Asap. Stop texting and driving, motherfucker. PSA announcement. Got that shit From Adam Carolla, here's a PSA announcement for you. Hey, motherfuckers. If you're driving your cars and your trucks and your shit like that, whether you're commuting to work from work or just taking your family on a vacation, stay off the goddamn phone. If you value your life, your family's life, and everybody's life around you, you're hearing it from good old Steve Austin. Keep your fucking eyes on the road and have your hands free device, whether it's Bluetooth or. Or a wired headset like I wear for my iPhone, stuck in your ears. And you can talk, but don't text, motherfuckers. Fuck. Is that simple enough to understand? I'm done with the public service announcement. To all you motherfuckers out there texting and driving. Go fuck yourselves. Anyway, fuck. Rip Rodgers is coming up with more pro wrestling psychology tips and knowledge, and it's just in time for WrestleMania, because I'm watching what the fuck's going on on the road to WrestleMania, right? Everybody is watch the Royal Rumble. Road to Wrestlemania. Shit, I watched Raw. I watched Smackdown. I'm watching good shit, man. I tell you what, I saw Mickey James throw a hell of a goddamn spin kick. Who you hit Alexa Bliss and goddamn, that's a sweet ass spin kick. Holy smokes. Anyway, they're setting up all the angles. I'm watching all this shit going on, watching what the women on Raw are doing, the women on Smackdown, all the guys on each crew seeing what they're doing. Love that promo that the Miz and Maurice cut the other day. I just couldn't take it anymore is what the Miz said. And then Maurice goes over and does the mic drop. God damn, that was some good shit. Anyway, they're Cranking it up. WrestleMania is coming up on. What is it? April 2nd down in Orlando, Florida. It's a good time to be watching the business, to see what they're doing, setting the chess pieces on the table, head into that final event. Hopefully it's a goddamn good card. Hopefully it's a goddamn good show. But I'm watching all this shit and taking notes and I'm having a good time. But anyway.
