**A camera walks up some beat up looking stairs, taking each step as if it were their last, finally reaching the top and standing only to see more steps at the end of a damp and dark hallway. A dim red glow comes from one room and some smoke floats down the hallway. The camera man walks towards the door and looks inside. The Sandman sits with a window behind him, red drapes covering it, giving off the red light. The Sandman smokes a cigarette and drinks his beer, like usual. He looks up at the camera man.**

Sandman: Take a seat..

**The cameraman reluctantly takes a seat and focuses the camera in on The Sandman. He takes another drink of his beer can then throws it over his shoulder as it lands in a already massive pile of beer cans. He takes one last drag of his cigarrette and butt's it out onto a picture.. Van Damage's picture.**

Sandman: Well Van Damage.. This will certainly prove interesting now wont it? You win the Extreme title then you fight a extreme legend to defend your title.. and it's only your first defense too. Think you can pull it off? Can you really beat the legend? I fear not, Van. Now I was sittin back earlier, drinkin with someone discussing our future plans for the EmF and what not when all of a suuden I see your non beer drinkin ass walking around some store with MY title? Well I didnt like that, Van, And I dont exactly like you.. Why? Because you have my title around your waist. That Extreme title was made for one reason, to be in my possesion. When I lost it at the PPV it was just pure luck with everyone else.. I didnt have luck that night and I never have had luck. I dont win matches by "luck". I am just simply one of the best you'll ever see, And everyone knows it.. Maybe that is why everyone hates me and wants to see me taken from this world.. hahahaha...

**The Sandman's insane laugh makes the camera man almost drop the camera from sudden shock. The camera man, now shaking, puts the camera down and goes to run out of the building but The Sandman stands and cracks the camera man in the back before he can even take a foot. The guy drops but is soon picked up by The Sandman and thrown against the wall. Sandman belts him across the head with his Singapore cane a few more times then picks up the camera.**

Sandman: Van Damage.. I know I should be saving this for you but I am afraid if I do that then I might build up so much anger inside of me.. I could kill you. No.. None of us want that.. hahahaha... Do we? Well.. You tell me to drink all the beer I can and enjoy every single sip of it for they will be my last? Is that what you said? Well, Kid, I am gonna knock that cockyness right outta your mouth and prove to you, I am the most eXtReMeIsT king in the EmF! I am the best there is, was.. And ever will be! No as far as making you say your words first.. Wasnt my intentions, no not at all.. But you just seemed to be bored and have nothing better to do, as usual, so you decided to talk about our match. That's fine, I dont mind.. I find it amusing actually but you know what else is humerous Van? The god damn EmF fans dont even know you.. And with the whole world hating me most would still rather see me kick your ass into next week. Van Damage, This is for you.

**The Sandman picks the cameraman up, holding his chin with his hand, holding his cane in his other hand. The cameraman, bloody and shaking, screams for help when The Sandman drops his cane and looks him in the eye.**

Sandman: Woh, son, I'm not going to hurt you anymore.. atleast I dont think this should hurt you but if it does.. well all the better.

**The Sandman backs up, still holding the cameraman, then runs at the window and flings him through the. Catching him by one arm. The Sandman puts the cameraman's hand on the window sill so he can hold on, then picks up his Singapore cane.**

Sandman: I've killed one man from the EmF.. No thats not right.. I've killed two.

**The camera man looks up at The Sandman, pleadingness in his eyes.**

Cameraman: Hu.. Huh?

**The Sandman looks down with a sadistic look on his face then pikcs up a glass beer bottle and puts it onto the end of his Singapore cane. A bum on the bottom of the street yells up at them.**

Bum: Man.. You got any change man!?

**The Sandman laughs then swings his cane into the cameraman's head, shattering the beer bottle and bending his stick around his head. He falls, hitting a clothes dryer, taking his head off. The bum in the alley below runs for his life with his cart full of cans as the man's body and head hit the ground. The Sandman laughs then turns and picks up the camera.**

Sandman: Van Damage.. I dont like you, Never have nad I never will. Your a rookie kid with a cocky attitude and I dont like that Van. You will have never seen a more one sided match in your life once I am through with you.. Well maybe you can find one match.. My match with the other newcomer X.. Hahahahaha.. X.. Challenging me..

**Once again The Sandman laughs crazily. He tosses a bunch of beer cans out the window into the alley below then walks out of the room again as a big gust of wind blows the curtains so they sway out of the building and thunder is heard just seconds before the rain starts to pour....