Chaotic Carnage & Destruction
AUSTIN 3:16
*Stone Cold Steve Austin walks out from behind the curtain. The crowd erupts in cheers as the p!$$ed of rattlesnake makes his way out onto the rampway. He is in his blue jean shorts, and wearing his black leather vest that has on the right side with silver letter embroidering "BMF" and on the other side "3:16". On the back is a large silver embroidered Smoking Skull. He also has on his left knee brace and black boots. He walks down the ramp way towards the ring. He gets into the ring, and goes from one corner to the next. On each of the four turnbuckles he gets up onto the second turnbuckle and throws both hands into the air as he stares coldly into the crowd. He gets down after the fourth time and grabs the microphone from Lilian Garcia who exits the ring shortly after.*
Stone Cold: Triple H, ya silly b@st@rd. You go sticking your elongated nose where it doesn't belong, You see Triple H, you really thought you were somethin' didn't ya? You ran around in the corporation taking lead in the charge trying to be some type of Barney Bad @$$ that you aren't, then as a huge suprise you turn on Vince and become a little degenerate. In the process you manage to win yourself that world championship that I held since it first came out, and you've lucked out more than any other person I know to get the tag team titles too. You see you think your little Degeneration-X buddies are going to help you defeat one of the men of Chaotic Carnage and Destruction. Is that what you are thinking Hunter? Is that what you think you can do to Stone Cold? eh-EH! Not gonna happen. This rattlesnake is highly p!$$ed off and you can be sure I'm coming to wipe the floor with your sorry @$$ you stupid son of a b!tch. I want my world championship, and what Stone Cold wants, Stone Cold will get. CCD will get back a hold of that world championship and bring back the best d@mn piece of gold out there the smoking skull world championship. Hunter as far as I'm concerned you can take your nose and sniff your own @$$, because when I get done with you your head will be shoved so far up there anyways i really don't think anyone will give a crap. You thought your sorry pathetic punk @$$ self could get the job done on Raw, but all you proved to be able to do was sit there like a little girl, and cry your little yes out while the dead man and I opened the absolute largest can of whoop-@$$ you've ever seen. If you thought that was something wait until I open a family size straight on you, because there's no running on this one. You can't hide, or have one of your friends help you. Hell even if one of your McMahon kiss-@$$ buddies came down just rack another stunner up for Stone Cold, because both of them would be layout out flat. This match is set to be no interference, that means if you look into the rule book of three sixteen you would see in bold underlined letters that means that when Triple H hear's the glass, then Stone Cold will have his @$$, and there's not a d@mned thing he can do about it. So I hope you've looked long and hard at your little championship, and you better cherish your time as champion, because that's all coming to a very abrupt end when I take your little head and bounce it around from pillar to post, and up and down ever aisle of this arena. As far as I'm concerned no matter how hard you try and fight, I will Stone Cold guarantee you then I will stomp a mudhole in your sorry @$$, then from there I will procede to walk that som b!tch dry. Maybe I'll bring down my little cooler to the ring, set it in the corner, and every time I plant you onto the mat time and time again, I'll go get a beer. It's an un-deniable fact that I will be beating your sorry @$$ time and time and time again. WHAT?! I'll be whipping your @$$! WHAT?! Opening a can! WHAT?! Beating the hell out of you! WHAT?! Teaching you to not mess with Stone Cold or Chaotic Carnage and Destruction! WHAT?! I said I am going to make you pay for all that you have done, and once and for all you will learn that you just don't mess with CCD in any way shape or form unless you want to have your @$$ personally handed to you on a d@mned silver platter. Degeneration-X will be taught the lesson that the nWo and all of the others that have stepped up to us have learned that you just don't get in our way, because we are the IXWF's most dominating force, and for those you don't believe it we will show you time, and time, and time again. I am one bad mother f&*#@r, you are a sorry mother f&*#@r and that's the bottom line WHAT?! And That's The Bottom Line WHAT?! I said AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE 'CUZ STONE COLD SAID SO!
King: JR, did he just say what I think he did on live television?
JR: I think he did King.
King: He can't do that!
JR: Would you like to tell him other wise?
King: No that's what we have the Brooklyn Brawler for.
*Stone Cold throws down the microphone and gets up on the turnbuckle throwing his hands in the air. He calls for a couple of beers, and two are tossed to him. He stands up there and pops the tops to both cans. He shouts some loud obscenities as he slams the two beers together. Beer gets sprayed all over the place and he downs the cans of beer. He throws the empty cans into the crowd as he gets down and steps through the ropes to the outside. He walks up the rampway and disappears behind the curtain. The fans continue to scream and shout at the top of their lungs for one of their favorite superstars the soon to be world heavy weight champion Stone Cold Steve Austin.*
*Michael Cole knocks on the CCD locker room. Debra answers the door wearing her black leather mini skirt, and her black baby T with Stone Cold in silver embroidalry across the front.*
Cole: Debra, we just heard how Stone Cold feels about Triple H in the main event at Backlash, how do you feel about your women's championship against SMH?
Debra: Well Cole, let me tell you that I can give you a Stone Cold guarantee that I will grab Stephanie McMahon's degenerate head and I will beat it from pillar to post and up and down every aisle of the arena. I will take her and open the absolute largest can of family sized whoop-butt she has ever seen!
*Stone Cold making his way back from when he was in the ring walks up to the two. He looks at Michael Cole.*
Cole: Stone Cold we were just....
Stone Cold: WHAT?!
Cole: We were....
Stone Cold: WHAT?!
Cole: We....
Stone Cold: WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!
Cole: I'm sorry I just wanted to...
Debra: WHAT?!
Cole: *Looking confused* I'm sorry I....
Debra: WHAT?!
Cole: I'm sor....
Debra: WHAT?!
Cole: Sor...
Debra: WHAT?! WHAT?! Don't get snippy with my husband Stone Cold Steve Austin. This will be a night for the rattlesnakes, DTA, Don't Trust Anybody, and Don't trust an Austin. Whether it's Triple H, or Stephanie McMahon, there will be a whole heck of a lot of butt kicking in that ring. One mudhole stomped after another, then we will walk those son of a guns dry! The men's and women's smoking skull championships will be back!
Stone Cold: AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE 'CUZ MY WIFE MRS. DEBRA AUSTIN JUST SHUT YOUR @$$ UP!
Debra: AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE 'CUZ STONE COLD SAID SO!
*Stone Cold and Debra walk into the locker room and close the door as Michael Cole stands there a bit confused, but after pausing for a few seconds walks off.*
OOC: Shev, if you love Mike then you would do what he would want you to do. Instead of rp'ing right before deadline as always, just put the title in a bag and slide it under my door. Noone has to know I get the title, Mike will love you. We all live happily ever after what do ya say? :-P :)
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