Chaotic Carnage & Destruction
 
DEAD MAN WALKING
*The Undertaker & Stone Cold Steve Austin step out from behind the curtain with their tag team championships draped over their shoulders, and Austin has his world championship over the other shoulder. They pause standing at the top of the ramp and look across the arena. Undertaker dressed in his usual True American Bad @$$ gear, and Stone Cold wearing his black boots, left knee brace, jean shorts, and black leather vest with embroidered Skull, 3:16, & BMF across the chest. Stone Cold written across the back. The two walk down the ramp way and step into the ring. The Undertaker walks over to the corner and demands a microphone. One is hurridly handed to him and he walks back over to the middle of the ring alongside Stone Cold Steve Austin. The fans cheering C.....C.....D! They quickly hush as 'Taker lifts the Mic to his lips.*
The Undertaker: Test, you've been the silent one lately, and I don't like that. If you are scared to come out to the Dead Man's yard, then just tell us you are scared. There is no need to hide like the little coward that you are! All you can back up is your little boot that lift in the air like it means something. I'll tell you this pest boy, that little boot doesn't mean a d@mn thing to me. As far as I'm concerned I'll just take that little leg of yours and snap it in two. I don't really care how big and bad you may think you are, but son, I am bigger and badder than you could ever dream of. You look like the type of person that likes to run his mouth, well boy let me tell you this. I like to shut the mouths of people who like to run them. I have absolutely no problem taking you down to size like you deserve to be little man. Me and you, we are going to go to that perverbial whippin' shed so I can teach you a lesson in old school butt kicking. That's a lesson I'll never get too old to teach especially to young punk kids like you.
Booker T, who in the hell gave you permission to speak? I don't believe I did, nor did anyone else in CCD, so therefore you need to learn to just shut your mouth. What you don't realize is the Dead Man isn't dead and gone. He's here and living, ready to teach you some respect. Someone like you, yeah you can run your mouth, but you don't have any respect for this business. This is a great business, one I take a lot of pride and joy in. Anytime I see some smart mouthed, slow to listen and quick to speak "Sucka" like you. You're going to learn boy, you need to watch what you say, and who you say it to, because you don't know who you are dealing with here. CCD isn't prejudice about who they step in the ring with and whip the hell out of. If you can "Dig That" the both of you can Rest In Peace!
*The Undertaker hands the microphone over to Stone Cold Steve Austin.*
Stone Cold: Call out Stone Cold? WHAT?! Call out Stone Cold? WHAT?! I said you wanted to call out Stone Cold Steve Austin? Is that what you wanted to do? Hell son, I'm not exactly hard to find, just because you want to hang around with your eighty year old girlfriend Mr. T. rather than just come get me. You think Stone Cold days are numbered? Well for once your absolutley right. Let's keep counting the days that I have been champion. It has been one day, two days, three days, four days, five days, hell son the days are just going to keep going and going. Wrestlemania it could be you, it could be Triple H, it could be Kurt Angle, or it could be Chris Jericho, Stone Cold really doesn't give a d@mn as long as he can raise some hell. I've done whipped your @$$ once before, and as far as I'm concerned I'll do it again, and again and again. Whether it be the Undertaker's yard, CCD's yard, my yard, your yard, or Momma T's yard Stone Cold is going to take this black boot right here and use it to stomp a mudhole in ya and walk it dry! There is absolutely no way in hell that you and your little buddy Pest are going to take these tag team championships away from Stone Cold and the Undertaker. Bring your little preview of Wrestlemania, because at Wrestlemania, not too long ago, and this Sunday, all your going to see is Stone Cold birdies flying around in your head. The Immortal Xtreme Wrestling Federations Toughest son of a b!tch is never lucky. When this rattlesnake strikes, he knows who he is striking, and if it just so happens to be you then you're the lucky silly b@st@rd that gets a free @$$ whippin' from Stone Cold Steve Austin. I'm not here to intimidate you, I'm simply hear to open a can of whoop-@$$! I will retain my tag team championship, and come wrestlemania I'm sure as hell going to retain my world championship! That's all I got to say about that!
Now Sucka P, pest, test, whatever your name is it really doesn't matter. You think you are going to beat Stone Cold and the Undertaker? Is that what you're thinking? eh-EH! Not gonna happen. Let me tell ya why, because you are going to get in that ring, you are going to bounce around acting big and bad. You are going to lift your little leg, or drop your little elbow, but eventually gonna get an official one hundred percent alcohol feuled Stone Cold @$$ whippin! Test, ya silly b@st@rd. What makes you think you can win? Is it the long hair? Is it the repeatedly broken nose? Or how about the many women that have turned you down? Doesn't sound like much of a champion. Stone Cold, doesn't have any hair, has gone as far as breaking his neck, and doesn't need a woman other than Debra. As long as Stone Cold has his beer, and Debra, a great combination......Mix in a tag team championship, and a world heavyweight championship, and you come across one angry rattlesnake. I'll tell you this, you can't keep Stone Cold nor the Dead Man The Undertaker down, because there is absolutely no way in hell that you could ever beat us 1...2...3! It just wouldn't happen. All that you can get on your knees and pray for is that someone interferes in our match as has happened many times as of late. That's assuming that you had any friends. Stone Cold knows that other than each other and Joker T's eighty year old girlfriend you don't have any.
Booker, bring your little dread locked, cock eyed, hand staring, butt twirlin', old lady lovin, sucka @$$, and Test you bring your lady's loser, nose broken, tiny elbow droppin', secretly in love with Booker's woman @$$, and you bring them to the ring. Come get some of The Undertaker and Stone Cold Steve Austin so we can show you what it is to be a champion.
If all of you think Booker and Test should dig that, give me a hell yeah!
Crowd: HELL YEAH!
*Stone Cold climbs the turnbuckle.*
Stone Cold: AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE, 'CUZ STONE COLD SAID SO!
*Stone Cold throws down the microphone and calls for a couple of beers. Two get tossed to him and he catches them. He throws one to the undertaker, and keeps one for himself. They both pop the tops, 'Taker drinks his right in the middle of the ring, Stone Cold downs it still on the turnbuckle. They throw the empty cans down, grab their championships, and head backstage.*
OOC: So many feds, so many rp's, so little time.
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