Scott Steiner-what is he really like?

I had the pleasure, if you can say that, of driving Scott to the airport after an appearance. I would say Scott is Scott and I dont think Big Poppa Pump and Scott Steiner are much different. Heres what happened.

I was taking Scott back to the airport. I grabbed his bag and loaded into the trunk of my car. At the time I had a BMW 645ci. Its a coupe. Everyone knows Im a big guy, so this car worked for my size. I have an inch or 2 on Scott in height. I open the doors and get inside. Scott bumps his head getting inside and started to freak. "ing piece of German crap!"

The airport is about a half hour away. I have been to the area several times, but its been awhile since my last visit to the AP and certainly not ever from this direction. To be safe, I punch the destination in my navigation and we are off. Driving down the road, I opt to engage in conversation with Scott. Perhaps this was my mistake. I asked him how Ric was doing and he told me about how Ric was having success in Real Estate and he was good. Cool. Then he told me how he and Ric are starting a chain of diners because "Denny's is a piece of crap with whores working as waitresses." WOAH!

Probably the biggest mistake was asking a wrestling related question. I had asked him if he had a favorite match. I cant remember exactly what he talked about. He started something about tag team, Road Warriors, Sting/Luger and it just kind of snowballed into rambling. So I mention that my favorite match of his was Clash of The Champions against Ric Flair for the WCW World Title. Oops. Scott went off on how much of piece of crap Flair is. How the whole family is a piece of crap. He said "Flair refused to sell for him or put him over." He said he should have been WCW Champion at the time, but Flair refused. He went on to explain how he would never forget, alimony, child support, Flair is banned from returning to Charlotte or risks being put in jail. You could tell he was really getting irked. He was screaming and his hands moving all over the place. He told me he was gonna call Flair right now and tell him how much of piece of crap he is. He asked me if I wanted to tell Flair he is a piece of crap. I was stunned. He never did call Flair. But he went as far as to search his contacts. This also led to him rambling about DDP, Bischoff, Hogan....all pieces of crap.

My next error might have been worse. My nav instructed me to get off the highway and took me into a not so nice neighborhood. I knew this couldnt be right. So I looked for a way to get back on the highway. Scott immediately asked if we were lost. I told him no. I know where we are. Its cool. 15 minutes later....we were a bit lost. We come to a traffic light that is red. Scott sees some cops walking to their squad car. He says "pull over and asks these ing pigs." I see signs for the highway finally and told him its right down there. Scott rolls his window down and starts screaming "hey you...pig!" LORD! The light turned green and I took off. I got back on the highway and got him to the airport in plenty of time for his flight.

I pull up to drop off and get out to get his bag. Scott grabs it and one of the AP attendants comes over asking if he can help Scott with his bag. He asks "does it look like I need help? Its one ing bag." I jump back in my car and prepare to pull back into traffic to leave. I hear a knock at my window. I am startled. Its Scott. I roll down the window, thinking he forgot something. He says "thanks for the ride." And then he walks off.

That is my most intriguing Scott Steiner story.