[ Exhibition # ] 01 [ Record ] 00-00-00 [ History ] N/A " Like Eating Glass " It's so cold in this house [ Static. The ECW logo fades into view. ]
PRELUDE: ENTER SANDMAN [ It's been a long time. Over 4 years ago, ECW was dying a slow, painful death at the hands of better competition, debt, and lack of interest. The men who had bled for the company were suddenly out of work. Many of ECW's biggest stars were sent to WWE after Vince McMahon bought out the company from Paul Heyman. The men who defined hardcore wrestling were watered down and conveniently packaged for mass audiences. Rhino let them change his name. Rob Van Dam sold out for fame, and still didn't get all he deserved. Taz added a Z, and settled on announcing instead of fighting. The Dudley Boys gave up and became fan friendly. All in all, the heart and soul of ECW, their biggest stars, bastardized the name to make a few bucks. ] [ Well, all of them except one.. ] [ The Sandman, the a man who watched ECW die all around him, didn't follow the money trail to Vince McMahon's palm. No, he left wrestling, he left it all behind, because as far as he was concerned, it wasn't worth it unless he was doing what he did best.. TAKING IT TO THE EXTREME! But now, now things have changed. The most politically incorrect of them all, the most hardcore of them all, has returned just in time for the reformation of Extreme Championship Entertainment. The 5 time ECW World Heavyweight Champion has a lot of blood to shed, bones to break, and asses to kick until he proves that he IS ECW! Fuck those posers who walked away, fuck those imitators who came after. The Sandman is the the true Franchise of ECW, he is the true prodigal son. ] CHAPTER 1: LIKE EATING GLASS [ A ceiling fan is rotating quickly, creating a low hum in the darkly lit room. A trail of smoke is seen rising from the table below, where a rough, scarred man is sitting. A few scattered beer cans are strewn across the table. As we pull in closer, The Sandman himself is taking a long hit from his joint, pulling the sweet smoke into his lungs. He holds it, and releases the hit in a burst of smoke. The Sandman takes a sip of his beer, as he looks into the camera and speaks. ] The Sandman: So this, is how the story fuckin' ends. Or should I say begin? Not 4 fuckin' years ago I left that place. It was dead. The people who created it turned their fuckin' backs on it, they left for the big top, they let go of the fuckin' heart and soul of their own careers for greed. And I moved the fuck on.. Heh, if you call getting high and drinking yourself to the point of unconsciousness every night, "moving on.." Yeah, I'm a fuckin' reject, and I'm not afraid to admit it. But AT LEAST I have my own mother fuckin' standards.. Paul Heyman turned his back on ECW and let it die in the hands of Vince McMahon. He let McMahon grip his greedy little fingers all over what we created, and bastardize it for his own good. But hell, at least I was strong enough not to follow the rest of them to WWE, where mediocrity reined supreme.. [ Sandman smashes a can on the table, and reaches for his spliff. He takes another hit, and while exhaling the smoke, continues to speak. ] The Sandman: I bet people fuckin' wonder why I'm so damn bitter about the guys who left ECW for "bigger and better" things.. Well, fuck it.. I'm sure as hell not jealous, because God and the Devil both know that I took EVERYONE I faced to the EXTREME! Look at me.. The Sandman. I'm as politically fuckin' incorrect as they get, and I'm a fucking 5 Time World Champion. Who woulda thought that would EVER happen? Fuck, most of the time I'm too fuckin' drunk or blazed to even give a shit. Wrestling was just a job for me, something that paid the fuckin bills.. Hell, for a guy as angry as me, it was something to let out the fuckin' aggression building up inside of me, somewhere to vent my pain. I wasn't in it for the fame and fortune, I wasn't in it for the glory. I was just in it because that what I knew how to do.. But guess what? That's all fuckin' changed now.. [ The Sandman cracks open another beer, and chugs half of it down. He laughs, takes another hit of his joint, and speaks again. ] The Sandman: I'm damn right.. The times have fuckin' changed for The Sandman. Hell, the times have changed for this whole damn industry. No longer does it require the guts and soul of a man to become successful. No, you've got just to have the fuckin' look, you've got to have the fuckin' marketability. Well, I'll go ahead and spare the sentiment from all you.. I AM NOT FUCKIN' LIKE THAT! Now, I know I'm a drunk, I know I'm a washed up piece of shit.. But above all that, I know that I've got my drive in my little pinkie than ANY of these pieces of shit who like to call themselves "extreme". And now that all of these corporate brownnosing bitches have come crawling back to the hallowed halls of E C FUCKIN' W, I'm ready to show each and every one of them what they've been missing. Just because I've been sitting around here, biding my fuckin' time while they hit the big time in WWE, doesn't mean I'm less than capable of tearing the living shit out of each and every one of them. I didn't win the ECW World Championship 5 times for nothing, ya know? I live and bleed this lifestyle, and that's something most of these bastards can't even relate to. This is MY company.. ECE is MY sanctuary, and no high class piece of shit fresh from the big leagues is gonna take it away from ME! Not a fuckin' soul.. [ The scene cuts away with Sandman chugging down the rest of his beer. ] [ The scene reopens on the New York Subway. A beautiful brunette woman, dressed in a revealing, yet classy dress, is seen stepping onto the train. She stands, holding the handrail above her head and looking around. A young man looks up at her, and nervously speaks. ] Young Man: Please, take my seat. [ The young man stands up, and Sunny, the manager of The Sandman, takes a seat in the now empty spot. She smiles and looks, as the man opens up his newspaper and reads while she sits. She notices something odd about the page he is reading. ] Sunny: Excuse me.. Can I see that paper? I need to read that advertisement. [ The nervous young man nods his head and hands her the newspaper. Sunny opens it up and looks at it, as the camera turns and shows what she saw. ] ECE X RATED ON USA RETURNS! SUNDAY, OCTOBER 16TH, 2006 THE SANDMAN & TOMMY DREAMER vs. MNM PLUS MANY MORE HARD HITTING, OUT OF THIS WORLD ACTION! [ Sunny's eyes widen as she throws the paper down in anger. She says something firmly to herself. ] Sunny: That man.. It's just like him not to tell me what's going on. Damnit.. [ The owner of the newspaper gathers up the paper from the ground and quietly scoots away from Sunny, fearful of whatever rage she's been put in. The next stop rings up, and she immediately jumps up. It looks like she's got business to attend to, now. ] [ A taxicab is seen pulling up to a run down apartment building in New York City. Sunny steps out of the cab, and walks through the door. The scene blacks out and cuts back in to Sunny opening the door to the apartment. Smoke is everywhere. The TV is playing really loudly, and she's stepping over empty beer cans and bottles as she walks over to the couch. Sunny turns the TV off, and turns to the limp, unconscious body of The Sandman passed out of the couch. ] Sunny: Drunk, as always.. [ Sunny shoves Sandman, trying to wake him up. He doesn't budge though. She reaches over for a half empty bottle of beer, and pours it right down the Sandman's open mouth. He immediately jumps up, and screams. ] The Sandman: FUCK!! Damn.. I needed that.. [ Gathering his surroundings, Sandman turns, and notices Sunny standing there with her hands firmly placed on her lips. She's giving him the death stare, as he fumbles around for a shirt. He slips a beer stained white shirt on, and leans back on the couch. He reaches for the remote.. ] The Sandman: Damn, Woman.. You're blocking the tube, ya know? [ Sunny doesn't move, and just speaks to him. ] Sunny: What? No "good to see you"? Figures.. [ Sandman laughs, and replies. ] The Sandman: Oh yeah, sorry babe.. Now, how about you get us some drinks? [ Sunny laughs and walks toward the kitchen, knowing she won't get anything done unless he's nursing a beer while talking to her. She comes back with two beers for him, none for her. She drinks the classier alcohol, which you won't find around Sandman that much. He cracks open the first, and starts to drink. ] Sunny: Sandman, we've got some business to handle. Why didn't you tell me ECE was coming back? Much less that you were booked.. [ Sandman looks at her angrily, and replies. ] The Sandman: Lay off my fuckin' back, Sunny. I've got this all under control.. [ Sandman leans back and takes another chug of his beer as Sunny rolls her eyes and talks. ] Sunny: Sandman, you didn't even know you had a match, did you? [ Sandman shrug his shoulders and speaks. ] The Sandman: Well fuck, I was supposed to go see Heyman yesterday.. But Paul knows Tuesday afternoons are prime drinking time for me.. How the fuck was I supposed to go over there if I couldn't even wake up? Anyway, that's what you're here for, baby.. Who's unlucky enough to face me? [ Sunny shakes her head and answers. ] Sunny: MNM. [ Sandman cracks up, laughing at the possibility of wrestling an absolutely shitty wrestler. He talks between laughter. ] The Sandman: Haha, that's a fuckin' good one Sunny.. Now really, who am I fighting? [ Sunny doesn't even change her expression, and repeats her answer. ] Sunny: MNM. [ Sandman gets up and kicks a bunch of empty cans across the room. He screams at the top of his lungs. ] The Sandman: WHAT THE FUCK?! [ Sunny gets up and tries to settle him down. Sandman continues his rant. ] The Sandman: Who the fuck does Paul Heyman think he is?! I've spilled sweat and blood for ECW my entire fuckin' career. And how does he repay me? HE LETS VINCE PUT ME UP AGAINST A PIECE OF ABSOLUTE SHIT! I'm sitting here talking about beating the living shit out of all these WWE sell outs, and who do I get? Two guys who were barely fuckin' good enough to wrestle professionally at all. That fudge packing piece of faggot shit MNM? What the fuck does he think he's doing getting into an ECE ring? He's got NO fuckin' right to be there.. NONE AT ALL! He needs to keep his pansy dick in his fuckin' pants too. I know he wants to hump every living thing in fuckin' site.. This is absolutely fuckin' ridiculous. Sunny, get me my smokes and another fuckin' beer. [ Sunny puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it for him. She hands him an opened beer and lets him continue. He speaks with his cigarette still hanging on his bottom lip. ] The Sandman: I mean, why the fuck do I even waste my time if the only shit I'm gonna get is matches against MNM? It's a waste of my fuckin time.. Think about how much I could drink if I didn't have to fuckin' fight him. [ Sunny shakes her head and speaks. ] Sunny: Sandman, baby.. You drink the whole time you're at a show anyway. So, does it matter? Plus, you'll get to kick some ass and show what you're all about. [ Sandman takes another drag of his cigarette and replies. ] The Sandman: Everybody should already know what I'm fuckin' about. I'm about avoiding the politically correct. I'm about not just pinning a guy, but taking a pint of blood with me as a fuckin' souvenir. I'm about stumbling to that ring in a drunken stupor, and kicking the living shit out of my opponents, just to prove to them that I don't need to be sober to kick their pansy asses. And I'm about living this fuckin' extreme lifestyle day in and day out. That's why Extreme Championship Entertainment is my one and only fuckin' home.. That's why I didn't sell out like those talentless piece of shits, just to get booked as a fucking retard, a fuckin' laugh for the fans to enjoy. Where's the dignity in that, man? No one sits back and remembers me for some piece of shit, cheesy, over produced gimmick that was slapped on me by Vince McMahon. No, they remember me for who I am, and who I will be.. I'm The Sandman, your worst fuckin' nightmare. I'm the guy you don't want your daughter taking home to you, but I'm still the first guy they'll go to when they wanna get fucked up, and fucked, by a real man.. I'm not afraid to say what the fuck I want, and do what I want.. So MNM, there's really only thing I can recommend to you.. POP ONE OPEN FIRE ONE UP NOW LET'S GET EXTREME [ Sandman throws the cigaarette down, chugs the rest of his beer, and smashes the beer can on his head. The scene fades to black. ] |
