Damien Sandow: What exactly in this equation is so funny!?
Daniel Rodimer: Nothing about THIS situation is funny. I am smiling because of what I know and what you are about to find out. [Rodimer paused.] I imagine it will bring a smile to your face as well! That is, if you are able to smile. [Rodimer laughed.]
Damien Sandow: Very funny Daniel! Now what is it that you know?
Daniel Rodimer: I know a lot of things Damien!
Damien Sandow: I mean what is it that you know that I don't know? The thing that is supposed to bring a smile to my face?! [Sandow moaned in pain.] Ya know? Before you came through that door my face was all that was hurting. Now I have a huge migraine thanks to you!
Daniel Rodimer: I'm gonna act like you didn't just say that! [Rodimer pushed Sandow in a joking way.] I just got done talking to management a couple of minutes before I walked in here. They saw everything that happened out there and they are giving you the opportunity to return some pain. They told me that next week on Warfare you are going to be in a singles match again none other than... The Undertaker!
Damien Sandow: With that news the pain in my face has subsided Daniel.
Daniel Rodimer: Are you sure man?
Damien Sandow: I'm sure. It may still be a little swollen in places but the pain is gone.
Daniel Rodimer: Really? You are sure your face doesn't hurt anymore?
Damien Sandow: I am absolutely positive. Why?
Daniel Rodimer: Because it's killing me!
Damien Sandow: [Sandow smiled and looked around the room.] Could someone please tell me again why I chose to team up with this ignoramus?
Daniel Rodimer: Oh, Damien. You know you need me! [Rodimer paused and laughed.] Let's go man. Get to the next city. Get to the next group of ladies waiting for The Man to arrive!
.:: Sandow left the ice pack on the training table as him and Rodimer walked out of the training room to leave the arena. ::.
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Thursday Total Recall
United Center
Chicago, Illinois
.:: The main even of Total Recall had just finished up and the two wrestlers were making their way to the backstage area. The crowd was half cheering and half booing, not sure if they liked what they had just seen. With the two wrestlers at the top of the ramp, “Hallelujah Chorus” started playing throughout the arena. The fans that were making their way to the exits stopped and turned their attention to the ramp. The crowd had a mixed reaction for Damien Sandow as he appeared at the top of the ramp with the EBWF Breakout Championship draped over his right shoulder. Sandow, sporting a black B&B shirt and a pair of blue jeans, made his way to the ring embracing the mixed reaction from the crowd. Halfway down the ramp there was a group of people holding up signs in support of Brains and Brawn and Sandow stopped to acknowledge their presence. A couple of moments later, Sandow entered the ring with a smile on his face. He picked up a microphone that was in the middle of the ring waiting for him and stood with a brash confidence. As he lifted the microphone up to his mouth the crowd grew silent in anticipation. ::.
Damien Sandow: I used to come down to this ring every other week and I had to scream over you all booing me. Perhaps the majority of the unwashed masses have been cleansed... Perhaps! Or maybe, just maybe, none of you truly know where you are or what you are doing here. I have to be honest, I am trying to give you people some credit here but, if you paid anything for tickets to come to the train wreck of a show that is Total Recall, you are probably not the kind to accept a swift cleansing. Alas, I am here to save the show and make you earning your money worthwhile! Like my granny used to say, “It's better late than never!” [Sandow laughed to himself.] Granny; She used to say that after she would show up late to everything because she moved like a snail. Speaking of people showing up late, let's talk about The Undertaker. [The crowd cheered.] Yes, cheer your beloved dead man. Or is he an American Bad Ass again? Or is he just a dumb ass? [The crowd booed.] I am going to go with the latter! [The crowd booed louder.] Silence! I am talking! And let's face it; you people need all the intelligence you can get in your lives. Where was I before I was RUDELY interrupted? Ah yes, The Undertaker and the meaning of the word late. Late; occurring, coming, or being after the usual or proper time. IE, it is too LATE in the life of The Undertaker to resurrect his wrestling career. Taker, I have no idea what you were thinking when you signed your signature on that EBWF contract. At least Wes had incentive to do something foolish enough as to sign an old washed up wrestler. He is using you for your name factor. He knows people will show up when they hear your name for some reason. Maybe so parents can bring their young children to an EBWF event and have that father, son moment. I can see it now... [Sandow looked upward and put his right hand out in front of him.] “Daddy, who is that old man in the makeup?” “Well little Johnny, back when I was younger he used to be one of the best wrestlers in the business.” “Is he still one of the best daddy? Why is he here now if he isn't” “No Johnny he is no longer any good. And I can't answer why he is here... Maybe he needs money.” [Sandow put his hand down and a smile graced his face.] Maybe people will still show up to see you hoping you can catch lightning in a bottle. Maybe you can work that rust off and EBWF would recognize your hard work and give you one last run as the World Champion. Or maybe, just maybe, people show up to see you so they can teach their children a life lesson. That lesson being, when the time comes to hang the boots up... when it's time to call it quits, notice that time and go out with some dignity. They could have let Old Yeller walk around for many more years. Just walk around the street growling at innocent children, foaming at the mouth, being all crazy like. But they didn't. It was realized that it was Yeller's time to go. So what did they do? They took Yeller out back and shot him in the head with a shotgun. They hung up his boots for him.
.:: The crowd booed loudly as Sandow dropped the microphone to his side. Sandow smiled a confident smile. He adjusted the Breakout Championship and then began to speak amidst the boo's. ::.
Damien Sandow: Well that got out of control quite quickly. I had no intentions of coming out here and talking about a dog being put down, but maybe that is exactly where it needed to go. Taker, let's face it. You're washed up. And it's a shame that these people have to see you in the current state that you are in. It's more a shame that I am going to have to put the first figurative bullet in your head on Warfare. Taker, you could have gone down in a blaze of glory. You could have gone out as one of the greatest of all time. A multiple time World Champion. A streak that no one will ever get close to ever recreating. But that wasn't good enough for you. You still felt like you had something to prove to these morons in the EBWF Universe. You know who else felt like they had to prove more? Someone else that couldn't hang 'em up when their time was called? Chicago's own, Michael Jordan. Winning a championship his “final” year wasn't enough for him. No, he had to come back and try to play for the Washington Wizards. Notice how I used the words TRY TO PLAY. [The crowd booed.] Did those final couple of seasons tarnish his legacy? Most experts and fans alike say no. But who cares what they think? In my scholarly opinion it destroyed his legacy! Just like this stint with EBWF is going to tarnish yours for the rest of your life, Taker. Years from now you are going to be sitting in a chair, or laying in a coffin, or whatever the heck it is you do in your spare time. That is irrelevant. What is relevant is you will be wondering why you ever felt like you had to prove ANYTHING to these people. These people that, even if you did come back and win a couple championships here in EBWF, would want more from you. So Taker don't take this Monday as what it is going to be. Because it is going to be a brutal beat down. Take it as me trying to help you. Monday could be the first shot to your head. Maybe you can take it and keep stumbling around here in the EBWF foaming from the mouth never really accomplishing anything you had in mind. Or maybe it could be the final nail in your coffin, and you can hang up your boots... never to be heard from again!
.:: Sandow grabbed his championship from his shoulder and held it up in the air as the crowd booed. Sandow exited the ring with the title in hand. As he got to the top of the ramp with the crowd still somewhat booing he turned around and raised the microphone to his mouth once again. ::.
Damien Sandow: You’re welcome!!
.:: Camera faded and Total Recall went off the air. ::.