Chaotic Carnage & Destruction
AUSTIN 3:16
*The lights dim down and on the titantron some words appear*
*A graphic of glass shattering plays and suddenly the music that hasn't been heard in a while plays.*
*Austin 3:16 plays throughout the arena and the fans go nuts. Stone Cold Steve Austin comes walking out from behind the curtain. He is wearing black jean shorts, and his classic Austin 3:16 shirt. He has on his left knee brace and comes walking down the rampway looking side to side at all of the people. He is doing is classic Stone Cold BMF walk as he climbs up into the ring. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and leans over the ropes demanding a microphone. One is handed to him. He walks back to the center of the ring. The fans won't quiet down, but the music cuts. He raises the microphone to his lips and pauses allowing the fans to calm down. They do and he speaks.*
Stone Cold Steve Austin: Now in case you didn't notice Stone Cold is a little p!$$ed off right now. You see, whoever in the hell that is running this show has decided that Stone Cold should not play a key part here. They are too scared that Stone Cold might touch their beloved champion Shawn Michaels and whip his @$$ to no end. That stupid Son of a b!tch learned his lesson when Stone Cold gave him a little surprise in the locker room. They finally decide that Stone Cold can have a match, against Booker T. WHAT?! The Boooker Man. WHAT?! The Book?! WHAT?! I said one of the biggest pieces of trash walking the floors of those locker rooms today. When Stone Cold first came to the IXWF Booker T was the first person to learn the basic ruling of 3:16. Straight from the Book of Austin that says, you mess with Stone Cold and you can guarantee that you just signed your @$$ over to Steve Austin, and you can also guarantee that he is going to kick it all around the d@mn ring from this side, to that side, and to every side, then twice just for the hell of it. Booker T, you must have thought you impressed Stone Cold. eh-EH ain't no way in hell. Rocky, poor guy couldn't get a match to save his soul, and the federation expects him to keep up his in-ring abilities, when they won't put him in the ring. Booker, one thing you have got is luck, but luck can not save you now. Stone Cold doesn't need luck, Stone Cold just opens a whole can of whoop-@$$ and will beat you from pillar to post and up and down every aisle of this arena. You see Stone Cold feels like fighting and I will whip your @$$ on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and twice on Sunday! Booker sit back and do what Stone Cold does have a beer, have two beers, have three beers, by now ya silly b@st@ard you are drunk as hell, but Stone Cold is one hundred percent alcohol feuled and is doing nothing but keeping going and going and going! One thing you can not do to me is keep me down, that's because everytime you knock me down, Stone Cold will get right back up and flatten your @$$ twice as hard. The reason Stone Cold has to beat your sorry @$$ into nothing is because Stone Cold is going Unforgiven and Stone Cold will be showing Shawn Michaels how it should be done by a real champion, and show that his little stunt was just a lucky fluke because he clocked me in my kisser just as I got up after eliminating Rikishi, when the match was not even supposed to be elimination style. By the rules Stone Cold won the match and is the champion, but as usual Stone Cold comes up short, because the scared owners of this place don't want Stone Cold as the champion again. Booker T, you may be asking yourself how does all of this apply to you? Why is Stone Cold talking about Shawn Michaels when he has to face you. The simple fact of the reason Stone Cold is making you aware of all of this is because that is what makes Stone Cold so angry. So with you Stone Cold is going to make an example of you. There is no way in hell you are going to be able to get through with the victory, because Stone Cold is going to beat you so d@mn hard that you will have Stone Cold's boot implanted in your @$$. Booker T, ya silly b@st@rd, the last time we faced you messed with Stone Cold's truck, and you talked to an old lady trying to hunt me down, but Stone Cold got you back in your limosuine. This time it is not a matter of Limo's or trucks, this isn't a race thing, or a color thing, this is just a me kicking your @$$ type of thing. All of the people around here have been waiting a long while to see Stone Cold get back in here and raise a whole lot of hell, and Stone Cold can't wait to raise hell and whip @$$. Forget Baseball beating sorry sons of b!tches like you is Stone Cold's official favorite past time. Booker you better change your diaper, or get a fresh one, because I know you are already soiling yourself. As soon as you get in this ring and you look across it to look straight into the beady eyes of one Stone Cold Steve Austin you remember that once you have heard that glass, It's your @$$. Stone Cold is going to whip your @$$ 1...2...3! AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE 'CUZ STONE COLD SAID SO!
*Stone Cold throws the microphone behind him. Austin 3:16 starts playing again and the fans are back up out of their seats going crazy. Stone Cold gets out of the ring and starts making his way to the back. He goes back behind the curtain not wasting any time ready to whip some @$$. The music dies down, but the excited fans wouldn't silence.*
OOC: Little Rusty, haven't done one in a while.
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