[ Exhibition # ] 01 [ Record ] 1-2-0 [ History ] N/A
[ Defeated ] N/A

" Like Eating Glass "

Extreme Championship Wrestling. Ran by Paul E. Heyman, ECW was one of the most entertaining forms of wrestling. The idea of having no rules in a wrestling match, made for some interesting and dangerous things to happen. ECW has always been favored over the mainstream wrestling because ECW was something new, something fresh, and something that wasn't being done by anyone. Sure, ECW was often imitated, but it was never and has never been duplicated. The men in ECW can be known as warriors, pioneers, of what has been called "Extreme". and only one man personifys EXTREME and that man is without a shadow of a doubt The Sandman

The show came back on air inside the locker room of The Sandman which has nothing but Beer, Beer, and more beer, and a few of his toys laying around the place. The camera man switch over from the can area to the door you can see the knob moving. The door open and its none other then ECW's The Sandman *Wearing his famous black ECW t-shirt, With black jeans, Black boots on.* He has a version of the Hardcore title around his right arm. He walks normal but you can by the look he is in his own little drunk world. Fallowing him behind is none other the his drinking buddy Christy Hemme*Wearing a white tank top, With white shorts, With black boots on, Her hair was down* The Sandman put the belt on the table as he grabs a beer with his right hand he pops one open as he drunks it he sits down on the chair. Christy stands in front of him looking at him with her normal look. Sandman removes the beer from his mouth as he looks over at Christy. The Sandman is still busted open on his forehead. The Sandman speaks.

The Sandman:I'm fucking ready to kick some fucking ass. I want to kick Foley's ass so bad that he wish he never came back.Ya see this Mick?This is YOUR Hardcore Title! And I will two like I said before I don't give a shit that I'm drunk. I'm The Sandman I do what ever the fuck I want to who ever the fuck I want. And I already prove Foley wrong once by beating him senseless. Which is a fucking joke because he isn't shit to me. But hell I don't blame him if I had that title he has I would.. Wait a second I wouldn't gave it to no one I would have throw it over the fucking ditch and who ever found gets it. Even if it homeless jimmy.

The Sandman laughs a little as he put the beer near his mouth again he drinks away. Moments later The Sandman was done with that beer he moves it from his mouth he crush it in throw it over his right shoulder. Christy then takes a sit and grabs a beer with her right hands she the pops it open she looks at The Sandman who is looking at that hardcore belt. After Christy took a drink she speaks.

Christy Hemme:You know this isn't a hardcore match? This is just normal wrestling match.

The Sandman slowly rise his head from looking at the belt to looking Christy straight in the eye. She looks at him and slowly picks up her beer in drinks it. The Sandman speaks to her.

The Sandman:Yea I know its a normal wrestling match. I don't like it one fucking bit at all because I'm not all about grabbing other man. I'm about busting them up and making them remember who the fuck I am. Sure I may lose tonight but it won't be because of me. Because I'm all about whooping ass tonight and hell. Maybe even surprise a few people in do some wrestling move on Foley. Or hell even Tommy beat his ass and make him remember the ECW days. Sum bitches.

The Sandman grabs a beer with his left hand he pops it open he puts it near his mouth as he drinks Christy moves the beer from her mouth still looking at him she speaks.

Christy Hemme:Its going to be funny when they lose to a drunk guy like yourself. I mean did you hear Foley he doesn't even really want to be here.

The Sandman moves the beer from his mouth still holding it he looks over at Christy he speaks.

The Sandman:Well if he didn't want in here in the first fucking place he should have come to me in a hardcore match that would really fuck his punk ass up bad. Make him more ugly then before. He wants Me to prove him wrong that I can beat him . Hell all Mick does is hang around his fat Beavis friend Terry Funk and they fuck each other I don't know and I don't give a fuck. I know he won't do it. So its all up to me to win this. I don't even get the point in this match. But the fact is Foley will get his ass beaten by me!.

Christy Hemme: How about Funk?

The Sandman looks over at Christy like "What about him?" He then takes a drink of his beer. She shrugs her shoulders like " I don't know" The Sandman finish off the beer he was drinking he crush it with his left hand and throws it over his right shoulder. The Sandman looks over at his hardcore belt. Christy puts down her beer as she looks over at The Sandman she listen to Sandman speak.

The Sandman:Christy. You know when it comes down to me and Terry I don't really have nothing else to prove to him. I mean come on look at the road we drove on and the past. Terry cut me with barbed wire, I bust Raven up with my kendo stick , He bust me open in barbwire. I did the same to him. You name it we done it to one and other. Hell he even took my family at one time. That man is a sick sum bitch. But for all I care he can fuck off. And its like I said he isn't even into this match . Which I don't give a shit because that leaves the door open for me to pick up the win over him. Or hell even Foley. They will remember like everyone else. I'M THE FUCKING KING OF EXTREME. ENTER THE SANDMAN AT YOUR OWN RISK!!.

Christy Hemme:HELL YEA!

The Sandman grabs a beer with his left hand he then turns over in grabs one with his right hand he pops both of them open. The Sandman lift both them up in the air in poor it down his mouth which went all over him. The show fades away seeing Christy smiling and drinking her beer. It fades away to black leaving once again for people to wonder. Well The Sandman defeat Mick Foley? Or Well the feeling he has cost them the match? Turn in to find out.

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