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[The scene opens up in a dimly lit room, a subdued amount of candles flinched in the background. The booming coughs of the Sandman cuts off all silence as the cameras turn their attention to the man sitting against the wall. He has a bandage over the top of his head, placed over the torn flesh he accumulated this past Thursday on Smackdown in a blood bath with The Watcher. With a cigarette hanging from his lips, Sandman looks toward the camera.]
Sandman: Thursday night, I proved that I am without a shadow of a doubt, the most hardcore son of a bitch walking the grounds of the WWA. I took the fight to the bigger man and damn near put him in his place. The fact of the matter is, my mind was in other places, not focused on a worthless talent like the Watcher. No, no, no, my mind was on the self-proclaimed "People's Champion." The "Great One". You know Rock, just like that Bionic Imbred, Stone Cold Steve Austin learned, you aren't the top dog around here anymore. I am. [The Sandman's eyes gleam with anger as he flicks the cigarette butt across the floor.] Sandman: You see Rock, not only am I going to win this match, but I'm going to make sure it is I who eliminates you. I want the satisfaction in knowing I'm the one that broke your on-going streak. Sandman: I've noticed you like to coin obnoxious phrases as of late Rocky. Well I've got one for you as well. At Tha Sickness, The Sandman is going to be a Cane swinging, pain bringing, beer swilling, Rocky killing, EXTREME ICON! And as the smoke clears, and the sun shines through, The Sandman will stand, his hand raised in the air, as the fans of the WWA watch their fallen hero, Rocky Miavia lay in a puddle of blood, sweat, and tears. [The Sandman rises to his feet and begins pacing, pulling another cigarette from the red package.] Sandman: Rock, you will be a stepping stone, and nothing more. Just another hurdle for the Sandman. But there remains four other men standing in front of me with you out of the way. Batista, now it's obviously no secret that the Sandman doesn't have the best track record against men twice his size. This will be a challenge, no doubt. But where Batista excels in strength and raw power, I excel in the games of human chess. You see, these Canes of mine do wonders to the anatomy of the human body. As I leave Batista laying, there remains three. Well, the other three don't matter. With The Rock and Batista out of the way, the path to righeousness is clear for the Sandman, and all shall be well in the valley of sleep. Sandman: Ace Daniels, Violator, whoever walks out with the United States title, prepare not for your title reign to end, but rather prepare for an eternal sleep, courtesy of The Sandman. Sandman flicks his half-finished cigarette at the camera man then walks out of the room through a heavy iron door. It creaks as it closes and we begin to...] ~F A D E O U T
| "Tuck you in, warm within. Keep you free from sin..Until the Sandman, he comes." - Metallica |