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[The night of Tha Sickness is upon us. A six man battle will take place with the number one contendership to the United States title hanging in the balance. Six men walk in, only one will walk out.]
[The scene opens with The Sandman entering the arena, decked out in black jeans, black shirt, leather jacket, and a bandana on his head. He heads toward the locker room when he's cut off by Terri Runnels. Sandman stares at her, then shifts his eyes up and down her body. Terri begins to move uncomfortably while Sandman continues to gaze at her body. He finally looks at her, face to face. She brings the microphone between them.] Terri: Tonight, you go into battle with five other men, for a shot at the United States title. How do you feel about your chances of winning? The Sandman: Chances of winning? What kind of question is that? The fact is Terri, I've been through this same damn situation time and time again. And the funny thing is Terri, each and every damn time, I've walked out the winner. Tonight will be no different, and there isn't a damn thing anyone can say, do, or insinuate to change that. Because, I possess something that most of these imbeciles could only dream about. I work well under pressure Terri, and that's what will lead me to victory. My ability to keep my cool in even the most dense flames gives me the definate advantage. While I smoothy stride along in the match, the rest of those clowns will be contenting under pressure. Terri: That's an interesting point of vi... [The Sandman grabs Terri's wrist, bringing the microphone back toward his direction.] Sandman: Never, ever pull the microphone away from me again, Terri. I wasn't finished. Now, it seems The Rock has been the only vocal one going into this match, other than me. But, Rock, there's a quote I want you to take into consideration for me. Terri: A quote? Sandman: Yes Terri, a quote. A quote many of us know, but don't really take heed to. The saying goes: "It's better to keep your mouth shut, and be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and leave no doubt." You see Rock, the match tonight is very much hardcore. An elimination street fight. I couldn't have booked a better match myself. Because when it all comes down to it, there isn't a damn one of these men trained in brutality, with the exception of me. I've mastered the cynical art of chair swinging, got my masters in the course of table smashing, and graduated from the School of Hardknocks' Cane Swinging academy. Terri: Apparently, confidence runs in your blood. Sandman: Terri, I'm going to say this once, and only once. If you interrupt me again, I'm going to give you a little taste of what I have instore in my match tonight. The Sandman will give you your time to talk when he's finished. Do we understand eachother? Terri: Ye..Ye..Yes. Sandman: Good, glad we've came to an understanding. Now lets end this little sham on a good note. Later on tonight, I'm going to walk down that aisle, Singapore Cane in one hand, six pack in the other, and a cigarette hanging from my lip as the down syndrome effects of "Enter Sandman" plays behind me. I'm going to stagger down that ramp, and show the World what happens when you put an 100% Beer Fueled Badass in a clusterfuck of a match like this. By hook or by crook, I will walk out the winner tonight. And that's all I have to say about that. [The Sandman starts to walk off, but turns abruptly around.] Sandman: Oh, and Terri... Terri: Yes? Sandman: Sweet Dreams... [The Sandman drives his Singapore Cane across the head of the interviewer, sending an echoing CRACK through the halls. The Sandman walks off, and the cameras zoom in on the now unconsious Terri, pieces of broken cane laying all around her.] [The scene fades out into a promo for tonight's main event...] | |||
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"Tuck you in, warm within. Keep you free from sin..Until the Sandman, he comes." - Metallica |