Subject: A Stone Cold serving. Tue Oct 29, 2013 3:25 am
We come back from the commercial beak, to see JR and King sat at the announce table.
JR: Welcome back, folks! We're live on Monday Night RAW! And what a night it's been so far!
King: That's right, JR! I can't believe what's happening the night AFTER our last Pay-Per-View, No Mercy!
JR: Now, if you've been paying attention to your Twitter feed today, you'd see a few announcements have been made, John Lauranaitis said that The Miz is not fit to participate in the #1 Contender match, so, therefor Stone Cold is the #1 Contender for the US Championship.
JR: But, Stephanie Mcmahon tweeted that SHE calls the shots and Stone Cold is not the #1 Contender!
King: There it is. Enough of that, JR! We got our next match soon! Maybe an announcement from the RAW General Manager herself, Stephanie! An-...
THE CROWD ERUPTS INTO CHEERS AND APPLAUSE AS AUSTIN'S MUSIC HITS!!
JR: IT'S AUSTIN! AUSTIN IS HERE!
King: He-He's on an ATV! What the hell!? *Chuckles*
JR:Listen to this crowd, King! They're losing their minds over austin! He's going open a can of whoopass indeed!
King: Look at him on that ATV! He looks like an idiot!
JR: Watch your words, King! He'll open a can of whoopass on you! I hope he does!
Stone Cold gets into the ring, mic in hand.The crowd settles.
Stone Cold: Good afternoon. I decided to get my ass in this ring to tell you all that I'm well and truly pi**ed off! *Crowd cheers*. Yeah, I am. I got my phone out *WHAT?* I checked my twatter, whatever it is. I saw Queen Bitch Mcmahon tweet, "Stone cold ain't no no. 1 contender. Because I don't want him to. Boo-friggin'- hoo.". So, I sat and I thought. I had a beer. Two Beers. Three beers. A shot o' whiskey *What?*. A Margarita. And a Bloody Mary. Then I thought. I don't give a shit!
Crowd cheers! STONE COLD, STONE COLD, STONE COLD!
Stone Cold: Stephanie Mcmahon-tits can come and tell me who I'm facing and I'll give her the finger. The Elbow. The Stunner. Then I'll drench her in beer. Then I'll kick the Son ov'a bitch who she sent on me. With an injured back, an injured knee, I'll still open a can of whoopass onto some SOB's, am I right? *WHAT!?*. IF YOU WANT ME TO KICK SOMEONE'S ASS, GIMME A HELL YEAH! *HELL YEAH!!*. That's more like it. Now, when I stunner the living shit outta these asswhipes, I'm gonna face "The Dashing One" Cody Rhodes, and I'm gonna stomp a mudhole in his "Dashing" face and make him scream for his momma until he pisses his pants, then I'm gonna wash his pants with a good ol' stone cold whiskey shot! Because I said so.
Stone Cold: Ok, finally, I'm gonna sit my ass down and wait for Queen Bitch Mcmahon to come out and send her gimp on me, then I'm gonna stunner! 1-2-3. That's the damn truth, son! Stone Cold don't lie, Stone Cold kicks your ass and sends you on your way. And THAT is the bottom line because Stone Cold said so.
Crowd Cheers as Austin looks to the stage.
OPEN TO STEPH, WHOM EVER THAT MAYBE!! Feedback on this half welcome.
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Subject: Re: A Stone Cold serving. Tue Oct 29, 2013 5:38 am
The fans, and Austin himself, are caught off guard when instead of the Raw general manager, Stephanie McMahon, Cody Rhodes steps out from behind the back, a grin splattered across his face. He ignores the waves of hate from the fans and directs his attention to Mr. Stone Cold.
Cody
Surprise, surprise, it's Cody! Stephanie is busy attending to things that ACTUALLY matter, you know, things she deems worthy of her attention. So she asked me to come out here and tell you what's what. I know it must be confusing with Big Johnny spouting off about you being the #1 contender, then Stephanie saying you're not, then you struggling to learn how to work a computer. But worry not, for I bring good news and tidings. You ARE in fact having a match tonight, and it IS in fact a #1 contenders match for. . . MY championship! *He peers down at his title belt which is fit snug around his waist.* That's right, Steve Austin will be getting his big break, don't you worry your bald little head! BUT, as we all know, The Miz was. . . Taken out of action by the big and very scary Mark Henry, boohoo let's all cry about it. This did however leave Stephanie in a difficult position, who could possibly fill in for The Miz!? Everyone else is already booked! That's when I, being the savior that I am, came to the rescue. I told her that I had the perfect idea, and the perfect idea I have! You see, you're not getting off on easy street, no, no, no. You're not being handed the win. So I made a few calls, did a little of this and a little of that, and came to a conclusion. If you can beat your opponent tonight, you will become the #1 contender to my United States championship! Oh, I'm sorry, did I. . . Did I say OPPONENT!? I meant, opponents!
Rhodes lowers his mic, glaring down at Stone Cold with vicious intent. He then raises his hand in the air and signals for someone to come out and join him on the stage. The fans await to see just who is going to come out, and after just a few seconds of waiting, three LARGE, men march their way out onto the stage, taking their place next to Cody. One is the size of Henry, very muscular with a similar singlet type thing on. The other is smaller compared to he, but still big. He's sporting an Austin type attire, plain black trunks with plain black elbow pads and knee pads. The third is taller than the other two, but not as muscular. He's wearing an attire that matches the one before him, plain black but with a stride of white across the front of the trunks. Rhodes takes a look to his left, then to his right and nods.
Cody
You, Mr. Austin, will be taking on these three gentleman in a three on one handicap match! And that match, is right now!
Rhodes points to the ring, signaling for his pack of dogs to make their way there. He claps his hands as the trio marches down the ramp, their sights set on Stone Cold. Austin is ready, he throws down his mic and tears off his shirt, throwing it to a very lucky fan out in the front row. He eggs the three on, rushing them by shouting from the ring. A referee speeds out from the back, whipping by Cody and charging down to the ring. Cody is now sporting a confused look, not understanding how Stone Cold could be excited for this.
The trio of local jobbers have finally made their way into the ring and are all set up, the tall one starting out first. Rhodes remains at the top of the ramp, intent on staying to watch this match unfold. The ref then signals for the bell and it's on!
(To be continued by Stone Cold. Feedback is welcomed as always!)
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Subject: Re: A Stone Cold serving. Tue Oct 29, 2013 6:18 am
JR: This is insanity!! Stone Cold isn't going win THIS!?
The match begins! Stone Cold whips the first big guy across the ring and sends a strong elbow to his head when he rebounds back. The big guy lays on the floor. Stone cold then kicking his torso with his right foot. He then pulls him to his feet, BAM! Austin gets an unexpected slap across his face. Steve looks at the man in anger, KICK TO THE GUT! Austin sets for the Stunner! No. He's pushed off.. ONTO A MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE from the other jobber. Austin lays on the mat, holding his face. The Jobber goes for a pin.
ONE
TWO
TH-NO! Kick out!
Austin gets to his feet, he is pushed onto the ropes. The wrestler slaps him hard across the chest. ONCE. TWICE. THREE TIMES! FOUR-... NO! Austin grabs the man's hand and then headbutts him. He flips the man off. KICK TO THE GUT! STUNNER! STUNNER!/center]
JR: HE'S HIT IT! IT'S OVER! STUNNER! STUNNER!
Austin reaches over for the pin!
ONE
TWO
NO! Austin gets hit from behind with a fist from another big guy.
Austin jumps to his feet! STUNNER OUT OF NOWHERE! The third guy hanging on the ropes stands in shock. Austin punches him in the nose, he goes bouncing off.
The man he tried to pin before staggers to his feet. KICK TO THE GUT! STUNNER AGAIN! MY GOODNESS! AUSTIN GOES FOR THE PIN.
JR: ONE... TWO... THREE!! Austin's done it! He's number one contender!!
Austin instantly grabs the mic.
Stone Cold: If you want me to go kick Cody's prettyboy ass, gimme a HELL YEAH! *HELL YEAH!!*. That's how easy I beat three men, Rhodes. I hope you understand that Stone Cold Steve ain't messin', you poke the snake, you get bit, you son of a bitch. Your belt is mine, your ass is mine. You're my bitch, Cody! And when it's all said and done, I can beat your ass in this ring, you, your wacked out Brother, Gimpdust, your fat ass Dad, Dusty Balls and I can sure as hell stand up to Stephanie Mcmahon instead of licking the shit off of her shoes 24/7 just so you can achieve somethin'. Tell me, Cody, do you ever read the bible of Austin? Well, Austin:8:16 says, on the tenth day, Stone Cold got his little bitch and made him piss his pants after he gave him a good ol' ass whoopin' backstage. When Austin told his bitch that he was gonna whoop his ass, the little bitch ran his dashing ass of out of the building. And, SO... HE... RAN.
Austin drops the mic and begins to jog up to the ramp.
[Open to Dashing] Feedback welcome.
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Subject: Re: A Stone Cold serving. Tue Oct 29, 2013 7:20 am
Cody's eyes widen once he realizes that Stone Cold is heading his way. He quickly turns and dashes to the back, Austin right on his ass. The camera follows Steve as he tracks through the backstage area, Cody not that far ahead. All the while that Steve is running down Rhodes, he's yelling out, "Come on you sum bitch! I just want to have a talk!" The fans are hooting and hollering as they watch this whole thing unfold. But their cheers are quickly put to rest as Stone Cold is dropped down to the floor, the camera coming to a halt. The frame remains around Steve, watching as he rolls around on the floor in agony until none other than Brock Lesnar, the very man who saved Cody last night, walks up to him. Brock stares down at Stone Cold until he's joined by Rhodes, who kneels down next to him and let's out a faint, twisted laugh.
There's a shot of the crowd pasted on the screen, and they're not happy. Was this all just a trap? What will happen to Stone Cold? Their questions are soon answered as the screen shoots back to Cody and Brock hovering over Austin. Rhodes, with his championship now firmly in his right hand, nods to Brock who then lifts the dizzy Stone Cold to his knees, holding up his head. Cody gets right in Steve's face and snarls.
Cody
You want to open a can of whoop ass on me!? Do you know who you're dealing with!? This championship is MINE! It's rightfully mine! And if you want to try and take it away from me, then be my guest, but just know that there will be HELL to pay for doing so. Brock. . .
Cody backs up, holding his title with both hands now. Brock moves behind Stone Cold, still holding up his head. He then points points to Cody, laughing as the United States Champion charges forward, blasting his title over Stone Cold's head. Austin falls back onto the cold concrete floor, his face mashing into it. The fans boo like crazy, more than upset at what's happening. Brock circles around Steve's body and stands side by side with Cody, the duo smile at their work. The screen begins to fade away as Cody hold up his championship title, smirking all the while.
