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He has arrived, a long road behind him, leaving many without their lives. His Singapore Cane has left a legacy on the World of Wrestling that can never be duplicated. All of the non-believers felt that his time was up...that he was done. He has come...to prove them wrong, and will do so at all cost. It's time for a new chapter....so let the sin, begin...
[A small tapping sound coming from a distance. Not quite loud enough to startle, but enough to strike curiousity until the greatest imagination. The camera begins moving toward the sound, as it increases in loudness. Closer, and still yet it increases. Finally, the camera creeps into a room, with white brick walls all around. There in the corner he stands, a former ECW and XPW World Champion, now signed with the WWA. He is repeatedly slapping his Singapore Cane against the wall, looking down to the floor with a cigarette hanging from his lips, a beer in his right hand, and scars covering what we can see of his body. He slowly looks up, keeping a solemn grimace on his face. He stops with the Cane swinging and turns his complete attention to the camera.] The Sandman: Weeeeeeeeeelcome to the fold! You know who I am so what's the use in a story?.... You know my legacy...so what's the use of the legend? You've seen my misery, so what's the use in threats? The plan is simple...To cause as much havoc, pain, and destruction all the while downing extreme amounts of beer and cancer sticks. I look at the talent, most of whom couldn't even lace my boots, let alone stand in the same ring with me. There's one man that stands in front of me in impressing fashion....The world champion...Seven. The Sandman: You Seven....you strike interest into me. You show signs of life in this miserable little hole, and it's you who I will use to rise to the top. An era of extreme is coming, Seven. A legacy forthtold in the earliest scriptures of time...and everyone's worst nightmare is about to come true. The Revolution....Is Here! Consider yourselves warned.................................... ~FADE TO BLACK
| "Tuck you in, warm within. Keep you free from sin..Until the Sandman, he comes." - Metallica |