The show came back on air inside a local hardware store where you see many type of woods, Toilets, And Sinks. The camera man looks around the hardcore store to see few people in it. The camera man turns its attain to the entrance where two of ECW own The Sandman *Wearing his famous black ECW T-shirt, With black jeans pants on, Black ass kicker boots on, And his cane. He just got done drinking his beer he just threw it down to his left side not caring he miss the Trash can or not. And Along side him is Christy Hemme *Wearing black leather tank top, Black Leather shorts, With black boots on, Her hair was down* She had a smile on her face as she grabs a cart her in Sandman start to walk towards the lights area. As soon as they got there Sandman speaks.

The Sandman:Light bulbs they hurt like a son of a bitch trust me I got put though them mother fuckers before in my career. But what well fuck some on up bad is if you place it down and smash it into millions of peaces and just throw some one on it.

Christy Hemme:So You want the big long ones or the small ones.

The Sandman: I want them both they both well fuck some one up in this match.

The Sandman smirk a little as he reach in his right pocket to pull out his famous smokes he takes the lighter out of it first with his left hand he then move the cigarette box down quickly where one came out. He puts it near his mouth where he took it he then put the smokes up he lights the lighter with his left hand he put it near his cigarette it begins you then see smoke surrounding Sandman puts the lighter back in his right pocket they begin walk and looking around some more. They turn after they was at the end of the ale. They turn to the left where in this ale it has bunch of ropes in it. The Sandman smirk as he looks at the many kind of ropes they had he speaks.

The Sandman:The anger I'm feeling now makes me want to put this fucking rope around the neck of that fat shit Mick Foley for what he done to my life. And Foley needs a ass kicking of his life which I will give him. Lets face that fucker fucking Foley drive me three to four fucking time and I still won. I like this one this seems pretty strong.

The Sandman gets close to the one he was talking about. It was really long but it was a heavy duty type of rope. Sandman puts it around his neck he then pull on it a little bit which made him chock a little bit he stops pretty quickly which made the ash from his cigarette fall down to the ground. Sandman smirks because he likes it he throws it in the cart he grabs a couple of more and throw it in there. The next thing they see would be chains. The Sandman and Christy look at it Sandman speaks again.

The Sandman:The metal of chains should feel awful painful when I wrap it around my hand. Then I will bash it over there head over and over and over until they are knock the fuck out. Mainly Foley that fucking shit head is as dead as HBK. CM Punk was nothing but another wannabe Sandman.

Sandman laughs as he grabs some chains he puts it in the cart. Sandman and Christy move on some more to where they are now in the area where its full of chairs. Sandman just drop the cigarette from his mouth to the floor. Sandman Smirk as he and Christy walks up to the chair Sandman smash his head twice on a black chair which made him bleed he speaks.

The Sandman:Foley is nothing but a fat pizza boy who try to make it in ECW but can never really fit in with out Terry Funk. You see they was nothing but two pig fuckers. I mean come on he looks like that fucking homeless guy Matt Hardy carries around him.

Christy Hemme:Jeff Hardy?

Sandman laughs a little bit still stacking the chairs in the cart he then smash it over his head once again which made him bleed more and even dizzier then he already is from all that drinking he speaks.

The Sandman:You see once I get done with these fucker I'm going to come after Triple H. Because he is nothing but a punk ass bitch. I mean who the fuck do he think he is talking to the mother fucking KING OF FUCKING EXTREME!. The way he did? I mean come on that fucker had to beat a three girls to win a title. So he got no room to talk about how he is the best. Why don't he prove it to me?

Christy Hemme:Maybe he is a chicken?

The Sandman:Maybe my fucking ass he is a chicken shit. He knows nothing about been extreme. I am extreme. I was extreme championship wrestling world champion more then once. I bash my fucking head until it bleeds before I get in the ring. While he just spit cum out of his mouth before entering the ring.

The Sandman shook his head back and fourth as he and Christy begins to walk. They was at the wood area. Sandman walk to it the fastest he can he picks a wood up and place in the already full cart. While he does that he speaks for the last time tonight.

The Sandman:I'm tired of fucking around. DX, WCW, Foley, Triple H. You all should do what your mom says and Stay away from The Sandman because The Sandman will so no mercury on you. The Sandman will beat you down until a bone is crush or broken. Hush little baby or else The Sandman will crack you with a fucking walking stick. The Bottom Line Is this Boys. TRY TO BEAT THE KING OF EXTREME. AND ENTER THE SANDMAN AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Sandman stops for a moment Christy comes close to him Sandman reach in his left pocket with his left hand he pull a beer out he handed to Christy, He reach back in the same pocket to pull a beer of his own out. They both pop it open Sandman and Christy begins to drink it. Sandman then smash it on his head a few time. He drop the can as he looks drunker then ever he wobbles to the cart he holds on to it to stay up. Christy not drunk yet just leads him to the front as the show fades away to black.

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