Chaotic Carnage & Destruction
AUSTIN 3:16
*The Glass Shatters and the fans rise to their feet. Stone Cold with Tag Team Championship slung over his should comes walking out.*
JR: OMGosh King it's the Rattlesnake Stone Cold Steve Austin He doesn't look too happy King.
King: and when does he look happy? He looks like he wants to whip somebody's behind.
JR: You are right on that one King.
King: Did you just say I was right.
JR: No.
*Stone Cold makes his way down to the ring and steps into it. While the music plays he goes from corner to corner and at each one he throws his hands in the air as the fans go crazy. After hitting all four corners he goes over to the corner by the announcers booth and demands a mic. One is handed to him.*
Stone Cold: WHAT?! Chris Benoit? WHAT?! Rabid Wolverine WHAT?! Can of whoop-@$$ WHAT?! Can of Whoop-@$$ WHAT?! Stone Cold is going to open a can of whoop-@$$ on The Rabid Wolverine Chris Benoit? WHAT?! I said I'm going to open a can of whoop-@$$ on Benoit. Chris ya silly bastard, what makes you think that you are going to be the IXWF World Heavy Weight champion? Hell son you've had half of your teeth knocked right out of your head already. I ought to knock the rest of your teeth out. There is absolutely no problem with taking your scrawny pathetic @$$ and beating you from pillar to post and up and down every aisle of this arena.
JR: The Rattlesnake is livid.
Stone Cold: If all of you want to see Stone Cold beat Chris Benoit within an inch of his life and go on to win the World Heavy Weight Championship, give me an oh hell yeah!
Crowd: OH HELL YEAH!
Stone Cold: Now Stone Cold had to get ready for the match. So he had one beer, two beers, three beers, four beers, a shot of tequila, a shot of whiskey, a shot of jack daniels, one bloody mary, two bloody mary's, and then 5 beers. Then I had one double cheese hamburger, a large fry, some onoin rings, a side salad, a hot dog, and another beer. I would say that I'm pretty set for my match with Canada boy benoit. Hell Chris, you are one sad pathetic P-O-S! At least ol' Stone Cold doesn't have to pay some kid fifty dollars to get some kid to come and pretend like he wants your two cent autograph. You son aren't the greatest of anything no matter what you got yourself believing. Hell yeah I'm a bionic Redneck, you damn straight, and I'm also the absolute toughest Son of a b!tch in this federation. Why don't you get your story straight, first this is a good test for you, it will be a challenge, then suddenly it's an easy win? WHAT?! Hell son as far as I'm concerned you ain't a wolverine, you're a dog, and any dog that comes near me just gets a kick in the head to knock a little sense into it. As far as those children go, it's too bad that they're the only people you intimidate. You're just now getting "Keyed" in? You're about a day late and a dollar short, because Austin 3:16 says I'm going plant this big black boot straight up your @$$! Here's the deal, I'm going to go down there and kick your @$$, then I'll go to round three, then I'll beat the Rock, Shake the man's hand, and take the World Heavyweight championship! Only place benoit gets put into the equation is where I stomp a mudhole in ya and walk that somb!tch dry! AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE 'CUZ STONE COLD SAID SO!
*Stone Cold drops the mic and calls for a beer. A couple are tossed to him and he pops the top off of both beers. He jumps up on the second turnbuckle in the corner, slams the two beers together, then pours them both down his throat. He hops down, tosses the cans down, gets out of the ring and heads up the ramp. Seconds later he disappears behind the curtain.*
OOC: No OOC Message.
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