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[The lights in the arena fade as red spotlights scan throughout the crowd. "Enter Sandman" by Metallica begins slowly keying up on the PA system. Seconds pass, and finally the beer-swilling Sandman makes his presence felt in the WWA Arena. He makes his way down to the ring, a six pack of beer in one hand, and his Singapore cane in the other. He slides into the ring and stands in the center, draining a beer.]
 [The Sandman walks around for a few minutes, taking in the scenery around him. He bashes the empty beer can against his head, then smiling sadistically. With blood trickling down his forehead, he requests a microphone.] [Sandman walks around for a few more seconds then climbs onto the top turnbuckle, sitting.] Sandman: Weeeeeeeeeeelcome to the Hardcore House of Pain!! The Sandman is here tonight for a few things, but in general..one important thing. Tonight, on Smackdown, seems there's going to be a "Brawl for It All" as the upper-management liked to call it. Now, frankly, I'm not sure if WWA has it in for The Watcher, or if they just have no idea who I am. But this is right down my alley. This is just another chance for the Sandman to do what he does best...drink beer, swing canes, and deliver an ass kicking as only I can. The fans begin booing loudly as the Sandman parades around the ring, taunting the masses of them. Sandman: You know, you fans are utterly pathetic. You single out the ones to boo, and praise the ones who, quite frankly, suck. For instance, Stone Cold Steve Austin. This guy is a blatant ripoff of me! He walks like me, he talks like me...hell he even drinks like me. With that said, Sandman pops the top to another beer and drains it, to even more boos. Sandman: You know why you hate me? Do you? Because I don't nuture your needs. I don't come out here and kiss your asses. I come out here and tell you exactly how it is, or it's going to be. And love me or hate me, you will respect me. Sandman: Now, I've heard talks going around that this Watcher...is a giant. I have to agree with them, because tonight, when I take this Singapore Cane(He holds the cane up in the air) and repeatedly crack that goofy bastard over his thick skull with it, there's going to be a giant fall. His body crumpling to the mat, and me standing with my arms raised as I move on to Tha Sickness, where I will undoubtedly become the #1 contender to the United States Heavyweight Title. Now, I'm going to go sit in the back, knock back a few more cold ones, and I'll be out here shortly to obliterate the poor excuse of an opponent. The Sandman begins to exit the ring as "Stone Cold Anthem" by Disturbed begins playing. The fans jump to their feet, and begin cheering loudly for their anti-hero; Austin walks down, decked in his usual Stone Cold attire. Sandman backs up into the ring and grips his Singapore Cane tightly. Austin begins a walk down to the ring, trash talking. Steve grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself up onto the apron, sliding through the ropes. He walks right up to the Sandman and goes nose-to-nose with him. Sandman smirks at Austin, and turns his head, taking a sip of beer. Austin keeps his eyes locked and snatches the microphone away from Sandman. Stone Cold: Look at me jackass. The Sandman's head snaps back and he looks at Austin, he face flushing with anger. The fans erupt at the showdown. The Sandman goes to grab the microphone but Austin moves it away. Stone Cold: Now let me get this straight, you claim that Stone Cold Steve Austin ripped you off...What? Stole your gimmick..What?! You're pathetic. Comin' down here talkin' about your little cane and what you're going to do with it. (Austin grabs Sandman under his chin, and moves his head around.) Don't take your beady little eyes off of me, son. I ain't finished. You came out here and started running your mouth about me, and I don't like it. What? I said I don't like it. And I will stomp a mudhole in your... The Sandman turns to walk away. Austin grabs his shoulder, to whip him around. Sandman cracks Austin over the head with his Singapore Cane and Austin falls to the mat, holding his skull. Sandman picks Austin up and throws him into the corner. Following a huge body splash, Sandman bulldogs him from the corner, driving his face directly into the mat. Sandman kicks Austin over onto his back and stands over him, holding the Singapore Cane up into the air. Sandman drops down to the floor and walks up the ramp backward, looking at Austin, who's starting to come to. Sandman disappears backstage and Smackdown goes to commercial. ~FADE TO BLACK
| "Tuck you in, warm within. Keep you free from sin..Until the Sandman, he comes." - Metallica |