Mid Eastern Championship - Triple Threat ECW Rules

[Jay]

Deadlines:

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RPs Must be 4 Hrs Apart on DL Day

The Predator(c) Vs Ciaran Michaels Vs The Sandman

[thesandman]

OOC}Kinda weak start but it's been awhile{OOC


The fans are piled into the arena for Chaos. It is during the five minute break before the main event. The fans all stand around, talking about the matches when “Enter Sandman” plays overhead. The fans stand and cheer as the camera looks around for Sandman. It finally finds him at the top of one of the aisles. He has a cigarette in his mouth and a beer in his left hand. In his right hand is his kendo stick. He has on an ECW muscle shirt and black pants. He walks down the steps and stops at the halfway point. He slams the beer down and smashes the can against his skull. He spews the beer allover the Chaos fans. He walks all the way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He jumps to the second turnbuckle and toasts his beer in tune with the music. He then slams it back, crushes the can on his skull, and spews more beer on the fans. A small trickle of blood flows from a cut on his head. He drops down and grabs a microphone.

*~The Sandman~*
I’m back bitches. I hope Vince and Shane didn’t think they took down this old goat with their attack a few weeks back. Because they made a critical error. They didn’t kill me. And what doesn’t kill me, just pisses me off! So this goes out to Vince, Shane, and all his little Corporate Asses. You want to jump on me, come get yourself some. Because I will beat you within an inch of your life. And don’t forget it.

The fans chant ECW. Sandman shakes his kendo stick in beat with the chants.

*~The Sandman~*
So for my return, I get a shot at the Mid-Eastern championship. What a lame name for a championship. I’ll help Vince out when I win it. I’ll name it the ECW Television championship. That way it sounds a lot better then Mid-Eastern. And to do this, I must win a triple threat match. And there is nothing I love more then a big fight. The more the merrier. See originally, it was just me and Predator. Fun fight, but it lacked something. What was that? Oh yea, competition. Cause we know I’d cream Predator without a second thought. But then a new man bared his head. A former Mid-Eastern champion. A man who has already had one chance to win his title back and failed. The legendary Cairan Michaels.

There are actually some cheers for Cairan Michaels.

*~The Sandman~*
I know you better then you think Cairan. And I know that when you come to fight, you put up a hell of a fight. So I ask you, please come and fight. You see Cairan, I respect you. You have been here in this EWE for a long time. You have fought some of the toughest people here. But your problem is that your lazy. You make your way to the top and then coast. Coast right back down to the minor leagues. Luckily for me, I think I caught you on the rise. So Cairan let’s see what you got. Can you become a two time Mid-Eastern champion? Or will you just become another victom of the Sandman. Much like Predator will be.

The fans boo Predator.

*~The Sandman~*
Now Predator, who are you? You won the title against a no show. And suddenly your suppose to be so great. Your nothing punk. I’ve been waiting patently. Ever since I was jumped by the corporation a month back. Waiting to get my hands on one of Vince’s pawns. You see Predator, that is all you are. A pawn. Wrestling is like chess more then you think. Vince and Shane are the queen and king. And with the way Shane dances, I’d say he is probably the queen. Then you, Jason Scott and the others are all his pawns. And as his pawns, he plans to take down any and all comers. Her hopes to defeat his greatest threat in ECW.

<p><font color=red> The fans cheer. Most of them start an ECW chant.

*~The Sandman~*
But Vince should realize that ECW won’t go down easy. Because he can’t stop us forever. Sure he has stopped Eighteen from gaining the EWE championship. But she is still here. And she will keeping fighting till the end. Johnny Chaos is up for a title shot on our sister show. I know Vince and Shane will do everything to keep him from the belt. They have already started making phone calls. But in the end, they will fail. Because ECW is taking over the EWE. So all the talent needs to be on notice. Your either our allies or our victims. It’s your choice. And I hope you choose wisely.

The man watching at ringside shows him he needs to wind it up so the next match can get underway. Sandman clears his throat.

*~The Sandman~*
So Vince, this crazy basterd is declaring war on you and your corporate asses. And when the war ends, ECW will stand proud. And the Sandman will give both Predator and Cairan, their final dirt nap.

“Enter Sandman” plays again as Sandman drinks down a beer or two. He rolls out of the ring and goes back through the crowd, drinking beer and toasting to the beat of his song.

~|THE FOLLOWING DAY|~

Sandman is walking backstage the arena, just looking for some action. He sees Eighteen chatting away on the TV. She is in front of her orphanage. He stops and watches in shock as she sets the building on fire. He knew Eighteen was sick and twisted, but he never dreamed she’d take it that far. He walks over to her locker room and walks in. After a through check to see she isn’t there, he sits down on the couch and waits. He lights up a cigarette and pulls a beer out of his pocket. About the time he opens it, she walks in.

*~Android #18~*
What the hell are you doing in my locker room?

She glares angerly at Sandman. They never have seen eye to eye. He takes a drag from his cigarette and looks at her.

*~The Sandman~*
Well aren’t you a piece of work? What the hell was that all about? I’m all about controversy and sending messages to my opponents. But don’t you think you went a bit too far burning down your orphanage and killing everyone inside?

*~Android #18~*
I don’t see why that is any of your business. Why don’t you leave the locker room? You got a title to go win.

*~The Sandman~*
This is about more then just the new ECW Television title. This is about innocent people’s lives. This is serious.

*~Android #18~*
And it is about to get a lot more serious if you don’t leave. I got two more stunts to pull to cleanse myself of weakness. And I will then lead ECW to the promise land.

*~The Sandman~*
At what price Eighteen?

<p><font color=red> Eighteen moves aside and points out the door. Sandman grabs his beer and walks out, shaking his head at Eighteen. She slams the door behind him as he heads up the hall. Matt walks by him. Sandman grabs his arm.

*~The Sandman~*
Where are you headed?

*~Matt Peterson~*
To talk with Eighteen. I want to know what her deal is.

*~The Sandman~*
I’m not sure that is such a good idea. She is in a pretty foul mood.

*~Matt Peterson~*
I’ve dealt with her in a bad mood before. It is nothing to me.

*~The Sandman~*
Bet you a six pack you end up in an unconscious heap afterward.

*~Matt Peterson~*
Your on.

Matt walks off as Sandman laughs. Sandman walks down the hall and finds the Corporation locker room. He tries the door but finds it locked. He looks around and pulls his debit card from his pocket. Like any credit card company would insure Sandman. He fiddles with it in the door and finally gets it open. He looks inside but finds no one around. He walks in and looks around. There, on a shelf, is the Mid-Eastern title. Sandman walks over and picks it up. He looks at it with a sneer.

*~The Sandman~*
This really is an ugly title. It will look better once I make it into the new ECW Television title.

He sets it back on the shelf and looks around. Sadly, no ones gear is in the room. But why is the title in there? It is answered when the sound of a shower going is heard. Predator must be in there. He debates a quick sneak attack, but he doesn’t want to break any rules. He isn’t a Sinister Alliance member after all. He walks out of the room and back toward Eighteen’s locker room. He stops and listens to the last part of Eighteen’s conversation with Matt.

*~Android #18~*
Sure he was. You really are dumber then you look. If it makes you feel any better, the building was empty. I maybe cold and heartless, but I still have a soul. I don’t believe in killing for no reason.

*~Matt Peterson~*
So where are they all at now?

*~Android #18~*
At the new location somewhere in North Minnesota. I gave Dwayne the money to get a new building. And since this building was mine, I can burn it down if I want. Does that make you feel any better Matt?

*~Matt Peterson~*
I guess. I just don’t understand.

*~Android #18~*
Maybe this will help.

Eighteen kicks him and hits an Annihilation. She rolls him away from her locker room she walks past the camera man and slams the door behind her. Sandman walks over and kneels down next to Matt.

*~The Sandman~*
Told you so dumbass. Thanks for the beer, I was about out.

He pulls out Matt’s wallet and takes out a ten dollar bill. He slides the wallet back in Matt’s pocket and walks away. He goes out the door and disappears across the street, headed for the local beer store.

[Predator]

The Jurisdiction

Note: My Web Server is down right now so I just uploaded the rp to angelfire and changed the link url

[thesandman]

OOC}Number 2. Good show Predator, keep them coming{OOC

A bell rings to the quiet little room as Sandman walks in the door. He has his kendo stick in one hand and a six pack of beer in another. The middle aged woman stops him as soon as he gets in the door.

*~Middle Aged Woman~*
Excuse me sir. You can’t bring alcohol in here. It is against our policy.

*~The Sandman~*
But I’ve come here to relax. How can I relax without a cold one. Or two. Or six really.

*~Middle Aged Woman~*
You will have to find a way.

Sandman sighs and takes the beer back to his truck. He comes back in and the woman smiles.

*~Middle Aged Woman~*
The stick thing too. You don’t need weapons in here.

*~The Sandman~*
So I should leave the flamethrower behind too.

The woman looks at him with a weak smile. Sandman shakes his head.

*~The Sandman~*
It was a joke. And Predator says I need to relax.

Sandman again goes to his car and tosses the kendo stick inside. He walks inside and looks at the woman. She smiles happily seeing everything is to her liking.

*~Middle Aged Woman~*
Greetings Mr. Sandman. My name is Beverly. Welcome to my relaxation treatment. Would you please follow me.

Sandman shrugs and follows Beverly down the hall. They get into a small room. Around the rug in the center of the room is a circle of candles. The woman sits down cross legged. She motions for Sandman to sit down. He does the same.

*~The Sandman~*
So what now?

*~Beverly~*
I want you to close your eyes and clear your mind. Send away all the angry thoughts and negative demeanor.

Sandman nods. The woman closes her eyes and sits peacefully. Sandman lights a cigarette off one of the candles. He puts it in his mouth and closes his eyes. Beverly clears her throat, getting Sandman’s attention.

*~Beverly~*
No smoking please. Cigarettes are a negative influence.

*~The Sandman~*
No beer or cigarettes. You call this relaxing?

Beverly actually gives him a bit of a glare. Sandman taps the cigarette to his tongue, putting it out. He slides it back into his pocket. He closes his eyes and tries to relax. But thoughts of Predator enter his mind. He sees him, arrogantly talking about how easy he will destroy the Sandman. He is suddenly hit in the back of the head. He opens his eyes to see Beverly looks down at him.

*~The Sandman~*
What? I was relaxing.

*~Beverly~*
You weren’t relaxing. You were sneering and doubling up your fist.

*~The Sandman~*
That is relaxed to me.

*~Beverly~*
If your not going to be serious about this, your wasting both our times.

*~The Sandman~*
Sorry. Let me try again.

Sandman sits there and clears his mind. He closes his eyes and sits there quietly. Beverly smiles. She is getting through to him. Her smile doesn’t last long. Sandman is snoring. He bows his head and almost falls over. She clears her throat real loud. Sandman looks up at her.

*~Beverly~*
Lets try something different. .

*~The Sandman~*
Sounds good, I almost feel asleep there.

They both stand up and walk down a long hall. Beverly glances back at Sandman.

*~Beverly~*
So why are you doing this anyways? You don’t seem the typ that is into anger management.

*~The Sandman~*
Guy named Predator said I have anger issues and I need to learn to relax. So here I am.

*~Beverly~*
Why would you relax? It is professional wrestling. I figured anger and cruelty just went hand to hand.

*~The Sandman~*
It does. But I’m going to play Predator’s game and see where it leads me. Still got a while until Dynamic Destruction. I can get angry and violent again by then.

They enter a room and Sandman shakes his head. There is a deep tub full of mud.

*~Beverly~*
Take off your clothes and hop in..

*~The Sandman~*
Sorry sweetheart. I’m just a bit to old to play in the mud.

*~Beverly~*
Trust me, it is very relaxing.

*~The Sandman~*
I’ll pass. Got anything else?

Beverly shakes her head. Sandman sighs.

*~Beverly~*
It just isn’t in your nature to relax. I think you should concentrate on being yourself. .

*~The Sandman~*
Good idea. Well thanks for the help. But it has been ten minutes since I had a beer and I’m having withdraws. Catch you later.

Sandman shakes her hand like a true gentleman before leaving the health spa. He jumps in his car and slams back a beer. After lighting his cigarette, he heads off toward his designated spot for a promo.

*~A Little Later~*

The camera finds its focus on the Eiffel Tower. It focuses in on the top platform of the tower. This is where Sandman sits. He is on the edge, one foot hanging over the side. He takes a drag off his cigarette and looks forward as he talks.

*~The Sandman~*
So the Predator speaks does he. I was hoping you’d come out and play. Too bad he didn’t have anything interesting to say. Took a shit and out came Sandman. Weak kid, weak. I was expecting better from you. Not kindergarten cut downs. But what can I expect from one of Vince’s stooges. Predator probably lets Vince write his insults. His whole promos for that matter. Sitting through his was about as bad as sitting through one of Vince’s.

Sandman finishes his cigarette and uses the old one to light a new one. He puts the old one out and drops it into a trash can.

*~The Sandman~*
Yea I’m a chain smoker. Sue me. Now I admit as sad as the crap jokes where, your little Sandman wanna be was far worse. Come on now, couldn’t you come up with better then that. Sure he looked like me before I got back into shape. Remember One Night stand zero five. I was almost as big as The Blue Meanie. But who does this Predator guy think he is talking about people looking funny. He looks funny. I thought he was a clown except his insults weren’t funny. But what isn’t funny is the fact that he is delusional. He thinks that he has a chance in my match. With my rules. Call yourself a sleeping dragon. Because when show time comes, you will realize a cold dark truth. There are no such thing as dragons. So no blowing fire or ripping me with claws or whatever you said. I was on my tenth beer by then and lost track of what you were rambling about.

Sandman drinks down a beer and smashes the can over his head. He drops it into the trash can and looks back down.

*~The Sandman~*
But that you look funny insult is getting old. Older then that fake me. I guess we do have one thing in common. You had to sit through my rambling and now I had to sit through your’s. But do me one favor, never compare ECW to the Silly Asses. I mean that is like comparing the NFL to junior flag football. Worse then comparing Americans to cowardly French guys. Although the Silly Asses and the French both have one thing in common. It doesn’t take much to make them cry and run away.

Sandman laughs at his own joke. A couple of French people give him a dirty look as they walk on the tour. Sandman finishes his cigarette and puts it out. He drops it in the trash can and downs another beer.

*~The Sandman~*
Okay that was lame. Moving on. Cairan Michaels. Now I know that Predator doesn’t seem to have much respect for you but I do. I’ve studied you well. Ever since you arrived in the EWE. I know that you can bring the fight. But you have one problem, you are lazy. You fight tooth and nail to reach the top. Then you throw yourself into neutral and fall right back down the hill. I don’t get it. But since you have rolled to a stop at the bottom of the hill, I know you will be fighting hard to get back to the top. So I know that you will be a threat. If Predator doesn’t realize that, well its his funeral.

Sandman stands up on the ledge and holds his kendo stick up high. A few of the workers try and get him to come down. He answers by swinging his kendo stick at them. They back off and he holds it up again.

*~The Sandman~*
So Predator and Cairan, the scene has been set. And at Dynamic Destruction I will cause just that. Because I don’t care who you are or who you represent. This Sunday, you face the Sandman. And you both take your final dirt nap. All in the name of three letters. The three letters that mean pure dominance. The three letters that will show the world what Dynamic Destruction was all about. E............C..............W!

He even gets a few of the people on the tower with him chanting. He climbs down and heads toward the street. He sees a man climb out of a nice red sports car. Sandman walks over and examines it.

*~Car Thief~*
Watch the paint job old man. I just stole that from a car shop up the street.

*~The Sandman~*
It’s a sweet car. Mind if I take it for a test spin?

*~Car Thief~*
Hell yea I mind. The guy from the crop shop will be here shortly to pick it up. So hands off the merchandise.

*~The Sandman~*
Let me rephrase the question.

Sandman cracks the guy over the head with his kendo stick. He grabs a six pack of beer and tosses it and the kendo stick in the stolen car. He jumps in the driver’s seat and peels off down the street.

[thesandman]

OOC}This is Three. One to Go{OOC

Sandman has just left the Eiffel Tower. He heads toward his rental car when he sees a man climb out of a nice red sports car. Sandman walks over and examines it.

*~Car Thief~*
Watch the paint job old man. I just stole that from a car shop up the street.

*~The Sandman~*
It’s a sweet car. Mind if I take it for a test spin?

*~Car Thief~*
Hell yea I mind. The guy from the crop shop will be here shortly to pick it up. So hands off the merchandise.

*~The Sandman~*
Let me rephrase the question.

Sandman cracks the guy over the head with his kendo stick. He grabs a six pack of beer and tosses it and the kendo stick in the stolen car. He jumps in the driver’s seat and peels off down the street. Yes, I know this is where we left off last time. Well I’m continuing it from here. So there. Anyways, Sandman is cruising down the road, going well over one hundred miles an hour. He turns corners sharply, people and traffic having to jump out of his way. He looks toward a street corner to see a woman standing there, smoking a cigarette. She has on a tight red dress. Sandman smiles and slows down, pulling up to the curb. He rolls down the window, smiling at the woman.

*~The Sandman~*
Hey sweetheart. How about you jump in and let me give you two rides. One in my ride and two at the hotel.

*~Prostitute~*
If the price is right sweety. I see you already got some beer. Got any cigarettes?

*~The Sandman~*
I’m The Sandman. I always have beer and alcohol. And I just got my check from Vince so I got more then enough money for you.

*~Prostitute~*
Well then, let’s discuss my price then.

The Sandman looks at the woman with a cheesy grin. The grin fades when the prostitute looks up at the sky. She has an Adam’s Apple. He picks up his kendo stick and uses it to lift the ‘woman’s’ dress. He sees a lump in her panties and almost gags. The prostitute looks down and smiles.

*~Prostitute~*
Like what you see big boy.

*~The Sandman~*
Fuck you man. I’m out of here.

*~Prostitute~*
And I always figured you were gay.

Sandman backs up and almost runs the guy/girl over. The prostitute has to climb a light pole to avoid the hit. The camera switches to in the car with Sandman. Sandman looks forward, every now and then tossing a look toward the camera.

*~The Sandman~*
That was without a doubt one of the most disturbing things I’ve ever seen. Only in France. Isn’t that where fags originated from? Anyways I should return this car soon. But I thought I’d do a quick promo while I’m cruising. Cause with Dynamic Destruction just a few days away, I’m sure that Cairan will be showing his face pretty soon.

Sandman takes a corner almost on two wheels. An angry driver honks at him. Sandman retaliates with his middle finger.

*~The Sandman~*
These damn French people have no clue how to drive. Anyways, I know you Cairan. You always make that last minute drive for the win. Usually showing up the day before or the day of the show. But that won’t save you from me. Because I’ll have you beat long before you try. I told you before, this is ECW’s night. I’m bringing us our first championship. Then watching as RVD takes on that Canadian bitch. No not Trish, the other one. Jerk-icho. And Eighteen breaks the back of Jason Scott. But I got the hardest task of them all. Two on one pretty much. I know everyone says, triple threat, it is one on one on one. That isn’t true. Because I’ve got to incompacitate both of them to win.

Sandman finds a dead end and pulls a quick U-turn. Headed back the other way, he continues.

*~The Sandman~*
Now Cairan, I know what you think. You think this is your title. Even though you lost it and failed to get it back. It wouldn’t surprise me to see you in the Corporation soon. Cause like them, you weren’t crying to Vince for a match and you got it. You interrupted my date. You’re a third wheel. Because in all seriousness, I was looking forward to me and Predator’s alone time. But if you want to play to Cairan, I‘m more then willing.

He again takes a corner on two wheels. He loves the smooth sound of the engine and the smooth driving. He has got to get one.

*~The Sandman~*
You see Cairan, you are an EWE legend. That makes you a target to me. Because I don’t believe in the Legend name. A legend wouldn’t no show a championship match. Not only once, but twice. Cairan, you are lazy. And I can’t stand for that. That is why you must fall. And I’ll be the one to take you down. Not Predator, me. So get ready for your ass kicking. Cause your about to deal with the ECW Legend.

Sandman spins the car around and actually drives backwards. Cars part when they see him coming right at them going backwards.

*~The Sandman~*
So I called myself a legend. Big deal. Now Predator, I expected more from you. But it seems you went into hiding yourself. Whatever, I’m sure you will be at Dynamic Destruction. How else will you hand me my Mid-Eastern championship. Are you worried yet? Have you already started kissing up to the McMahons for a rematch? Although I think you do that just for fun.

Sandman throws the car in drive and begins going forward again. He slows down some, beginning to wonder where he is and where he needs to return the car to.

*~The Sandman~*
Anyways, you wanted this Predator. You begged Vince to fight me for the title in an extreme rules match. Your death wish. I know you think you are being tough. But in fairness, you are being stupid. You are putting everything in my favor. I’m going to bring my kendo stick and cram it up your ass. Then parade you around on it like Justin Vincible was the human head. I might even put strings on your arms and legs and use you like a puppet. For the kids of course. Hold on a second.

Sandman has passed by the Eiffel Tower again. The car thief is now trying to chase him down. The poor guy runs as fast as his feet will carry him. Sandman slows down a bit as the guy tries to close in. Sandman smiles and suddenly hits his brakes. The guy hits the back of the car, taking all the wind out of him. Sandman steps out of the car and looks down at the guy. He is gasping for air, sporting a busted lip.

*~The Sandman~*
I’m so sorry. Are you okay?

The guy tries to nod, until he sees Sandman isn’t looking at him. He is looking at the back of the car. There is amazingly no dents or scrapes. Sandman hugs the car.

*~The Sandman~*
I’m sorry baby. I promise it won’t happen again. You could have dented my car you little basterd.

Sandman picks the guy up and places his kendo stick on the guys throat. He hits his Singapore Sweep, laying the guy out in the middle of the road. Sandman drags him to the curb so he won’t get ran over. He jumps in the car and races back on. The camera returns to the one in the passenger’s seat.

*~The Sandman~*
I’m Definently buying this car. But anyways Predator, you have now made your bed. And you have to sleep in it. Because I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to hurt you bad. In an ECW Rules match, I can’t lose. Because you are incapable of the violent and twisted moves needed to put me down. The harder you hit me, the more pissed off I get. The more blood you spill, the more intense I become. You have handed me the Mid-Eastern title. And I think you for that. Because you are meeting the Sandman soon Predator. And I’ll make sure you take your final dirt nap.

Suddenly red and blue lights fill the car. Sandman curses.

*~The Sandman~*
What the hell do they want? I haven’t done anything wrong.

He pulls to the curb and rolls down the window. Two cops approach the car. One is average height and weight. The other is about seven feet tall and really skinny. Sandman smiles at them.

*~The Sandman~*
Good evening boys. What can I help you with?

*~Shorter Cop~*
Just admiring your car. Where did you get it from?

*~The Sandman~*
I have no idea. I stole it from a car thief. I was trying to find where he stole it from.

*~Tall Cop~*
Is that why you have been joy riding all over Paris. Speeding, running red lights, and even driving backwards.

*~The Sandman~*
Doesn’t surprise me that you seen all that. I bet you saw it all while standing on your tip toes right?

The short cop laughs. Sandman smiles at his own joke. The tall cop doesn’t smile though.

*~Tall Cop~*
Oh we got a comedian here. Just don’t ask me how the weather is up here.

*~The Sandman~*
I’m not that predictable. Besides, I’d have a good hour or two before it got down here.

The other cop again laughs. The tall guy bends down to look in the car. He turns his nose up.

*~Tall Cop~*
I smell beer in there. You been drinking tonight sir.

*~The Sandman~*
I’m hurt. I thought we were friends. I’m the ECW’s Sandman and you think I been drinking. I can guarantee there is no blood in my alcohol level.

The short cop laughs. The tall cop stares Sandman right in the eyes.

*~Tall Cop~*
Your eyes look cloudy. I think you have been drinking.

*~The Sandman~*
Well your eyes look glazed, you must have been eating donuts.

*~Shorter Cop~*
He did have a few before we pulled you over.

He high fives Sandman. It is obvious the tall cop has had enough.

*~Tall Cop~*
I need you to step out of the car please sir.

*~The Sandman~*
Fine. Let me clean up first. You hold this.

He hands the tall cop an open beer. He then hands a black trash bag to the shorter cop and has him hold it open. Both cops look shocked as empty beer can after beer can is tossed out of the car and into the trash bag. He tosses eleven cans in before he stops.

*~The Sandman~*
That is my last beer, other then the one I’m working on. Since I like you, you can keep it. Later.

He suddenly takes off. The two cops scramble to jump in their patrol car. They give chase to Sandman as he weaves and rockets down the road. He yells ECW out the window to anybody he sees. A lot of them root him on. He flies between two cars trying to box him in when he hears tires pop and the car slows. Spike Strips. He tries to stop but accidently flips the car. It flips over a few times before coming to a rest right side up. He steps out of the car and holds up a beer.

*~The Sandman~*
Now that is skill right there. Not a drop spilt.

He drinks the rest of it as he is surrounded by about six patrol cars. He looks around and frowns.

*~The Sandman~*
Maybe I went a bit too far.

The cops arrest him as the scene fades out.

[Predator]

Predator at the Library

[R X K Ciaran Michaels]

OOC: Im just glad ive roleplayed good turnout lads, could do another 1 but to be honnest im too tired need to plan my time better to do rp's

www.geocities.com/ciaranmichaels/DD.html

[thesandman]

OOC}My Final. Mainly just to close the storyline{OOC

The Sandman is in jail after his recent joy ride. He paces around the holding cell, people moving toward the back as he walks around. He watches as a cop comes close. He runs over and bangs on the glass.

*~The Sandman~*
Hey! Give me a damn beer. I’ve been in here for two hours and I’m having withdraws.

The officer looks at him and walks away. Sandman curses and notices two guys bunched up in the corner. He walks over to them.

*~The Sandman~*
What you two doing over here?

They quickly hide whatever they had.

*~Inmate #1~*
Nothing man. Really.

Sandman sniffs the air.

*~The Sandman~*
Marlboro Lights. Probably one hundreds. Fork them over.

*~Inmate #1~*
We don’t have any cigarettes. Seriously man.

Sandman nods his head and walks over to the window. He begins to bang on it.

*~The Sandman~*
Hey! Get a guard over here. I got something to tell him

*~Inmate #1~*
You’re a snitch. I’ll teach you.

He rushes at the Sandman. Sandman clotheslines the guy hard to the floor. He picks him up and just does a plane Russian Leg Sweep since his kendo stick was taken away from him. The other guy cowers and hands Sandman a cigarette. He pretty much takes it down in one drag. He finishes about the time an officer approaches him.

*~A Guard~*
The judge wants to see you. Right now.

Sandman shrugs and follows the guy to a small court room. The judge glares at him as he walks in.

*~The Judge~*
Well sir, you are in a hell of a pickle. Your up for....

The judges face goes white. Sandman has been looking at him, trying to place him. Suddenly the Sandman’s eyes light up.

*~The Sandman~*
I remember you. You were the

*~The Judge~*
Your mistaken sir. But I really don’t see anything here worthy of a trial. So pay for the damages to the car and property and I’ll let it slide.

He gives the Sandman a wink. Sandman smiles and nods. He gets the message. He gets his check book and writes out a check for damages. Right before he writes the check for the car, he decides to ask a question.

*~The Sandman~*
If I pay for the car, can I have it?

The judge looks at him puzzled. He shrugs.

*~The Judge~*
Sure. I don’t see why not. By why would you want it? It has been wrecked pretty bad.

*~The Sandman~*
I know. But I want to fix it up and get it back on the road. That is one sweet ride.

*~The Judge~*
I know, I have one just like it. Anyway keep your nose clean Sandman and good luck at Dynamic Destruction.

Sandman hands over the two checks and walks out a free man. He whistles for a cab. The scene switches to the arena a few hours before the start of Dynamic Destruction. Sandman walks into his locker room and finds all the ECW guys standing by. Eighteen is sitting on the couch, her head bowed. RVD is doing splits over two chairs. Paul Heyman shakes his head.

*~Paul Heyman~*
Thanks for joining us Sandman.

*~The Sandman~*
Don’t mention it.

*~Paul Heyman~*
I want to wish you all luck tonight. We have a rough road tonight. But I believe that all of ECW can win their matches and streak the night. Right Eighteen?

*~Android #18~*
Of course. It will be no problem dealing with Jason Scott. I know he thinks he is tough, but he really isn’t. I’ll dispose of him once and for all.

*~Paul Heyman~*
RVD. You really need to shut Jericho up. He is starting to get on peoples nerves.

*~Rob Van Dam~*
No sweat man. The Iotolia of Rock and Rolla is no match for three certain letters. R......V.....D!

*~Paul Heyman~*
Sandman. You can finally bring us some gold. We are relying on you more then anyone else.

*~The Sandman~*
And I will preform. The Mid-Eastern title is coming to ECW. And we will then call it the ECW Television title. In fact, I’m going to the ring now to seal the deal.

*~Android #18~*
Don’t choke.

*~The Sandman~*
You would know all about that wouldn’t you.

He ignores the cold stare on his back as he walks to the sound man.

*~The Sandman~*
Fire it up man.

The scene switches to the front of the arena. The fans are piled into the arena for Dynamic Destruction. The fans all stand around, talking about the matches to come when “Enter Sandman” plays overhead. The fans stand and cheer as the camera looks around for Sandman. It finally finds him at the top of one of the aisles. He has a cigarette in his mouth and a beer in his left hand. In his right hand is his kendo stick. He has on an ECW muscle shirt and black pants. He walks down the steps and stops at the halfway point. He slams the beer down and smashes the can against his skull. He spews the beer all over the Chaos fans. He walks all the way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He jumps to the second turnbuckle and toasts his beer in tune with the music. He then slams it back, crushes the can on his skull, and spews more beer on the fans. A small trickle of blood flows from a cut on his head. He drops down and grabs a microphone.

*~The Sandman~*
Hello everyone. It is now my time. I don’t have a lot of time so lets get things going alright. I’ll start with Cairan. Yes believe it or not, he actually showed.

The fans cheer for Cairan. Sandman claps his hands sarcastically.

*~The Sandman~*
About damn time man. I was worried you’d no show three straight title matches. You’d have to become a Corporation member to get a shot after that. But an EWE title is good enough to me. It is the letters I don’t like. And if you’re the best fighter for EWE, they are screwed. Cause you have never had to brawl with the likes of me X-Kid. And when our brawling comes to a head, you will get straight up beat down. Maybe it was best you stayed in the back.

The fans chant for Cairan. Sandman shrugs.

*~The Sandman~*
Like now. Just stay in the back. And don’t cross me again. I laughed for hours after that little stand off we had. You ran like a scared little bitch when I started to climb to my feet. Sure you turned off the camera, but the fans saw it. I’m not sure why I’m wasting my time with you. Like I said, you should have just stayed home. I’m done with him. Time to move on to Predator.

The crowd boos. Sandman downs a beer before he continues.

*~The Sandman~*
Predator teaching the little kids of the world. It chills my blood. But just because he can tell stories, doesn’t mean they are factual stories. They are mostly just tall tales. I’m not silly. I mean come on. I’m a hardcore icon. I’m not silly.

The fans wait to see if Sandman will dispute the rest. He don’t of course.

*~The Sandman~*
Now for the flaw in his story. Because like real life, evil often triumphs over “good” Just like Dynamic Destruction. Because I see me hitting my Singapore Sweep on Cairan and pinning him for the three. And listening to Predator cry that he wasn’t pinned but still lost his title. Setting up a legendary rivalry. Many matches to come for sure.

Sandman watches the guy tell him to wind it up. Sandman shrugs.

*~The Sandman~*
This would be so much easier if I didn’t have other people to contend with. Thanks for telling Vince off Predator. I’m jealous. I wanted to do that first. But at the end of Dynamic Destruction, you will wish you had taken the help. Because in the end, you take a dirt nap. Because the Sandman always wins. See you soon boys.

Sandman’s music plays again as he exits the ring. He takes one last beer and slams it back. The next beer he has, will be his first as The new Mid-Eastern Champion.