Subject: One week until hell. Fri Nov 22, 2013 7:44 am
JR: It's Austin! It's austin! He's out here tonight to deliver a Stone Cold serving, I'm sure of it.
King: Aaaah, whatever, I hope Cody comes out and gives him some of his own medicine. I've had just about enough of austin if I'm telling the truth.
Austin makes it to the ring, he walks up the steps and looks around the arena, he clears his throat. He raises the microphone and he begins to speak.
Stone Cold: If you're ready to see me kick ass at Survivor Series, gimme a hell yeah! "HELL YEAH!"... I said, Gimme a HELL YEAH!! "HELL YEAH". That's what I like to hear. Alright, I'm out here tonight to get my opinions across before Me and Cody Rhodes face toe-to-toe for the United States Championship this sunday. Now, we've been clashing heads all month and I'm guessing by now, Mr. Rhodes has a headache. But me? I'm about as ready as I ever will be. Because not only is Stone Cold Steve Austin gonna open a can of whoopass, but I'm gonna spit on Cody's face. I'm damn sure of it. I'm gonna make sure he knows who he got into a heap with, I'm gonna make sure he's bleeding, he's hurtin', he's cryin' like a little BITCH!
The crowd cheers as Austin lowers his mic, smiling, waiting for the crowd to settle.
Stone Cold: Alright, alright. Let me tell you a story. "WHAT?". About little Cody. "WHAT?". And his little mustache. "WHAT?". He got his ass. "WHAT?". Down to the ring. "WHAT?". He said some naughty words. "WHAT?". So, Stone Cold got mad. Chased him down. And the poor Steve Austin got hit in the face with a hunk of metal. Little Cody soon shit his pants when he found out that Stone Cold got up and powerbombed his scrawny ass through a goddamn desk!! *CROWD CHEERS*. He ran his scrawny ass to Steph Mcmahon who got her FAT Ass up and protected him. He then run to all his friends until he realized... He had to fight Stone Cold Steve and he was gonna get his ass kicked.
Stone Cold: That's right, ass KICKED. He got it kicked. He got his teeth knocked down his throat, his face busted open and I swear to god, I'll kick his pervert mustache off his face and put him in his goddamn face mask again. Hell, I bet I'll make his stupid lisp go away so he'll stop sounding like 14 teen year old going through puberty. Maybe that's a gift, I'll keep it in his mouth so he can further be a disgrace to his family and to this business.
Stone Cold: It ain't just a match, it's an ending. To your career, Cody. It ain't just a title match. It's a match between you and me. A match to finally settle our differences. AN OPPORTUNITY FOR ME TO KICK YOUR STUPID, ARROGANT, OBNOXIOUS, GODDAMN ANNOYING ASS, CODY!!! *The crowd goes insane as austin looks up into the air with the mic.*
Stone Cold: SO, if you want to see Pubeface get his ass kicked at Survivor Series gimme a HELL YEAH! "HELLY YEAH, HELL YEAH, HELL YEAH, HELL YEAH!!!" *The crowd cheers "AUSTIN!, AUSTIN!"*. Now that, is what I like to hear.
King: Austin is really raising hell tonight! My god!! I love it!
Then...
Open to Dashing. Feedback welcome this half.
DJ
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Subject: Re: One week until hell. Fri Nov 22, 2013 11:32 am
Cody
. . . Do you want to know what I like to hear, Steve?
Cody creeps out from the back, a small grin on his face. He lowers his microphone and looks around at the jeering fans, his nameplate popping up beneath him as he does so.
Cody
I like to hear all of these fans chant and cheer for their favorite superstar. I like to hear them rally behind you in support, screaming, "hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell yeah!" I love that they look up to you. Because I know that when I beat you at Survivor Series and hold up MY United States Championship, it will CRUSH them. Their beloved hero, slayed at the hands of Cody Rhodes, what a fairy tale ending! These people, Steve . . . These people are your fuel for the fire. Without them, you're nothing. And that saddens me. It sickens me. To the point where I can't even look at you without getting nauseous, as if you weren't bad enough before. You're a plague on this company, but most importantly, you're a plague on me and my title. I am the United States Champion, Steve, and I still will be after Survivor Series. You will learn to respect me, you will learn to respect Stephanie, your boss, and you will learn to respect this company. If you're not willing to do so, than I'm going to have to make you. It's your choice really, give up now, walk away and live to fight another day. Or step into the ring with me this Sunday and get what you've got coming to you.
Cody glares at Austin, watching his every move. He then airs out his jacket before proceeding down the ramp, ignoring the boos from the audience. Stone Cold stands in the ring and after looking to the audience, he gives Cody the middle finger, holding it up for a good while.
Cody
Ah, so it would seem that you've chosen to go with option two . . . Unwise. Just know that when you're down on the mat, bloodied and bruised, and through your one good eye you see me with my hand raised and the U.S. title strapped around my waist, that I gave you a chance to turn back.
Cody let's a smile overtake his face as he nears the ring. He stops for a moment and listens to the chants, "Cody's mustache! *clap *clap *clapclapclap!" He laughs to himself, shaking his head back and forth.
Cody
Now, you can stand out here and talk about how you're going to beat me and take my title all you want. I find it rather amusing! OR, you can be a man and accept the challenge that I'm about to give you. You see, I'm not content with just a normal one on one match at Survivor Series. No, I've beaten you cleanly before. What I want, and what I'm sure you want, is a good old fashion street fight! You know, the match that I beat your pal CM Punk in just last week! No disqualifications, no count-outs, falls count anywhere, an all out brawl! To put it short, Steve, there are NO rules. The winner is the last man standing. The winner will walk out with this championship, *Cody removes the U.S. title from around his waist and hoists it up into the air* MY, United States Championship! . . . So what do you say, Steve? Are you up for the challenge? Or are you going to disappoint all of your 'fans' and decline? It's up to you tough guy, the clock is ticking . . . Tick, tock.
Cody slowly lowers his mic, his eyes locked onto Austin's. The two superstars stare at one another for a short time before Cody looks down at his wrist and taps it, shouting out, "time's up!"
(To be continued by Stone Cold - Feedback please!)
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Subject: Re: One week until hell. Sat Nov 23, 2013 10:37 am
Stone Cold: Cody, if I wasn't being monitored right now, I'd hit you right in your little, ass-kissing mouth but I don't wanna lose my chance to beat your ass this sunday. You want a street fight? I'll have you a street fight, for damn sure. That's if you can handle blood. Hell, can you even handle pain? Because I'll give you pain, I'm sure you've already experienced that, haven't you, Cody? Now, I'm not gonna go too mad but you mentioned something there about Respecting the Company. From what I've seen, this ain't no company any more. This is a breeding place for assholes like you, like Stephanie and like all your little buddies like Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman. You soak up all the money and all the title shots, you kiss the big man's ass so you can benefit from it. I don't respect Stephanie, I don't respect this plague on the wrestling industry. Hell, the only thing I respect now is the crowd. *Crowd cheers*. I respect these people for coming down to see their heroes, their hard-workers. Not their ass-kissers like you Cody. This place is overloaded with corporate bullshit, and if it's my job to take back MY old WWE then that's what I'm gonna do. I'm starting by kicking your ass this sunday. Taking your title and I'm gonna take out a glass of wine. "WHAT!?". A shot o' whisky. "WHAT!?". A tequila. "WHAT!?". One beer. "WHAT!?". Two beers. "WHAT!?"... Then I'm gonna finish it off by kissing that Title, after I've used it to mop up your piss and blood. Then I'm gonna smack it in your face and make sure you know that Stone Cold Steve Austin opened up his can of whoopass on you.
The crowd cheers. "AUSTIN, AUSTIN, AUSTIN!"
You want your match, you got your match. Street Fight. Us title. Now, Cody after I beat you I don't know what you're gonna do, probably go show the little girls your Molester Mustache, then go get cuddles from Daddy and Dustin then you'll cry as you see me standing in this ring with your belt. Stone Cold's Belt. Maybe you'll just settle down, go to some indy joints and see what's what. But you'll know that I'm the man that beat Cody Rhodes. I'm the man that ended your career. Stone Cold Steve Austin, US Champion. NOW, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR, GIMME A HELL YEAH! "HELL YEAH!".
