||Record||1-3-0
||Titles Held|| World (1) Extreme (1) Tag (2)
||Next Match|| Sandman[C] Vs. XxX
||disclaimer|| This lay out and RP is copyrighted to Nate Lutz. Thanks to Road for letting him borrow the style of table and was recreated by Mike Walker. Also all banners are also owned by Sandman and Cobra's handler Nate Lutz
| "Entering Of The Nightmare.."(Intro) |
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*<>*Sandman, Heel to the bone and best evilest Commish.. Ever. Now Sandman has recently won the Tag Title with his "friend" XxX.. But now he has a match AGAINST him for his eXtReMe title? Was this Sandman's doing? Or maybe a higher power made this decision. Well personally I think the guy is a complete ass, Dont tell him I said that. He run's around all strong and all but really he is a little chick, I mean fighting his friend, Who is also a Rookie? Well the guy will eventually get what's comin to him, And hopefully XxX will be just the person to do it all. I hope Sandman gets hurt in his match this Friday.......*<>*
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| "Friendship?"(Roleplay) |
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**The fans scream wildy when they hear "Fuel" hit the speakers. They wait a while.. Breath.. Scream.. wait a while.. Breath.. Scream.. wait a while.. Breath.. Scream. They continue on doing this but slowly realize something is wrong with this situation. The Tron fades from Cobra's Entrance Video to a deep glowing red. It soon fades from that that to Sandman sitting outside a house, In a Truck. He steps out and looks around, The camera zooms out a little, seeing a sign that says "Welcome To The XxX Residence". Sandman swings the drivers door open and jumps out.**
Sandman: " He has a nice little house here.. Hmmm.. So much for such a little Rookie. "
**Sandman, Excessively drunk, walks over to a house window. He peers inside, seeing nothing with all the house lights out. He walks towards a car in XxX's driveway and climbs up onto the hood. He peers around then drops the top part of his pants, Urinating on his front windshield.**
Sandman: " Heh.. Lil Bastard is gunna wake up to one stinky ass vehicle.. "
**Sandman, Dizzy, Goes to step off of the car but sleeps.. Slamming hard into the front hood. Oddly enough, The car alarm doesnt go off. Sandman roll's off the hood and hits the ground. He stands up, brushes himself off, then walks back to his own car when you hear an un-heard before voice.
Man: " You call that trashing Property? Ha.. "
**The man kind of slumps out of the car, holding a Steel Pipe. All you see is the back of his head. Wearing Black Jeans, Red, Tight shirt and jet black hair. He walks over and bashes in the back window of XXX's car. He proceeds to hit all the lights on the car, and the rest of the windows when the car alarm finally goes off, With the damage already done. The guy slumps into the drivers seat, pushing Sandman into the backseat. He quickly reverses and flys down the street as XXX comes running out onto his front lawn.**
**Sandman and the mysterious man sit in a a darkened room, With beer surrounding both of them, Especially Sandman. Sandman seems to be a little better now. Now that he has a little bit more beer in him.**
Sandman: " Woh Revolver.. you did quite a number on a XXX's car man.. Hahaha.. That was great. Let's do it again sometime. "
**Sandman chugs down some more of his beer before looking at "Revolver". Revolver, with his head down, And his dark hair covering his scalp. His long hair wraps around his face, Before he thrusts his head back, throwing his hair onto his back. He stares at Sandman.**
Revolver: " I guess.. nothing new for me really. Well we may have destroyer his ride Sandman.. But what do you plan to do to him? Destroying his car took no damage on him. "
Sandman: " Hmm true.. Well I dunno. He's a good kid but I will need to put him in his place. I dont think he wants this match to take place but I do.. I wanna show him who the real Hardcore Icon is. It's great he love's his hardcore matches but I got this belt showing that I am the top Hardcore Icon, Ever! "
Revolver: " Well what about Road? You gotta admit his has great talent and would go to the extent of killing himself in a match to retain his title.. Cant forget about him. "
Sandman: " Road is nothing to me, He challenged me in his last promo but I dont fear him, He knows who the Hardcore Icon is. I am bigger then he will ever be, I know how to pull my weight, and strings around here. AND I am the Commish.. He cant touch me. "
**Revolver shakes his head, Obvisouly disappointed. He stand's up and looks around the filthy room, Then shifts his eyes to Sandman, He stares him down. Revolver walks to a door and turns the knob with the door only slightly open.**
Revolver: " It's not always the size of the guns.. "
**Revolver opens the door and slides out of the room, Leaving Sandman screaming at the closing door.**
Sandman: " I made you Revolver! I taught you everything you know! I MADE YOU!! "
**After Sandman is done you hear a faint sound of Revolver saying something.**
Revolver: " Student Always Becomes The Teacher.. You made a Monster you cant control.. "
**Sandman is furious and runs towards the door, Opens it and looks down the long, long corridor. There was no place for Revolver to go so quickly where he couldnt be seen but all you can hear is his footsteps, echoing in surround sound.**
** "Enter Sandman" blasts as the fans show their disgust. A logo blasts onto the Tron, Looking like it was blown into it. The Arena rumbles with the bass from it. Sandman walks out onto the Entrance Way and throws his arm into the air, Spraying beer everywhere and showing his Tattoo and Singapore Cane. Fireworks blast, Starting from right beside him on either sides, Blasting all the way down to the end/bottom of the ramp. As Sandman threw his arm into the air and logo flashed a bright red and came back with yet another loud boom. With Metallica's song playing in the background the logo shines with the beat.**
 
**Sandman pulls himself up onto the ring apron after throughing his Singapore Cane into the ring. He stands and faces the crowd as they throw trash at him and attempt to boo him out of the arena. He finishes off his beer and crushes the can on his forehead, numerous times. His head starts to drip blood everywhere as he steps under the top rope, getting into the ring. He picks up his Singapore Cane and back hands the announcer, Catching the Mic. in it's downfall. He begins to speak as the fan's start to quiet down, just a little.**
Jr: " Well we saw some footage of Sandman with this "Revolver" guy.. I think he was about to join the EmF at one point. "
King: " Ha! He doesnt have any talent! This Revolver guy should get a beating, just like XXX will tomorrow. Show him what respect is Sandman!! "
**The Sandman look's over at King and Jr then slowly shifts his head back to the audience.**
Sandman: " Well XxX.. We are Tag Champs once and for all.. Well isnt that just beautiful, Us, EmF Tag Champs. Well kinda disgusting, I carried us that match, I am the one who did it all. All you did was take credit for what I did, you got the final blow in and all of a sudden you are the one who wore them down and beat them. Well you arent! I carried you on my back that match, Just like I always have sense you first joined the EmF! I will stay your Tag Partner but start rackin up the wins real quick cause I wont carry this team by myself. Now about our match up.. "
**Fan's boo The Sandman for his ignorance.**
King: " I dont understand why they always boo him! "
Jr: " Well it is to complex for your mind King, Just to damn complex. "
King: " Yeah, Thats true... Wait.. HEY! "
**King try's to figure everything out while Sandman continues.**
Sandman: " You like your hardcore matches do you? Well me too, And this belt shows it. XXX.. You are nothing compared to me, I am a top notch caliber.. You are just beginning. If you want this title you got year's and year's of hard work in front of you, You will never fill my shoes, NEVER! Road said he was the best, I filled his shoe's to such an extent they blew up, Why do you think he is avoiding me now? Cause he know's who the best man is here. XxX.. You may have a career in front of you but once you step into this squared circle with me.. Never again will you look at life the same. Sense this is our first match fighting eachother, I may only give you a bad Concussion, Like Cobra. Other then that maybe just a few broken bones, nothing big yet. "
Jr: " Nothing big.. YET!? Those injuries could take someone not only uut of the match but take their lives away! What is he thinking, I thought XXX was his friend! "
King: " Dunno but why.. Why do the fans always boo Sandman? "
**Jr shakes his head and Sandman finishes saying what he has to say.**
Sandman: " XXX, I wont take this match lightly, no.. Not at all. I will break every bone if you dont just stay down when you already know I have you beat. The more you fight back the more bones get snapped.. I made you so far XXX.. I can brake you just as easily as I could the like's of Blindside.. Or even Road. So, XXX.. Till tomorrow night, I bid you a beer.. "
**The Sandman laughs at his stupid joke while Jr shakes his head and King finally figures it out.**
King: " I know why!! I figured it out! Ok here it goes... CAUSE HE DOESNT SHARE HIS BEER WITH THEM! "
**Jr shakes his head even more while King laugh's, thinking he has figure it out. Sandman walks past the fans and spits on a few of them. Yet again, He strikes another fan with his Singapore Cane.. This fan has an "XXX. One True Hardcore Extreme'ist" on it. Sandman spits on the bloody and unconcious fan before continueing behind the curtains.**
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