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Backstage at Revolution...
Christian Sands can be seen sitting in his locker room, still in his ring attire. A bandage has been wrapped around his head; it is already stained with his blood. More bandages enswath his torso. However, he seems not to focus on the pain. Rather, his attention is focused on a television at the far end of the room. It is replaying the end of Sands' match with Randy Cobb.
...Sands fires back and then throws one devastating blow to Cobb’s face. A bloody Randy Cobb then soars through the air, flying backwards into the ring, slamming hard off the mat. As he lies motionless, a tired Christian Sands drops down to the outside, both of his feet touching the arena floor. The fans go insane for both competitors, the referee raising Christian’s hand.
TK: Your winner… and the man who will advance into the second round of this year’s King of the Cage…. CHRIIIIIIISTIAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN SAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDDDDSSS!!
JG: CHRISTIAN SANDS WINS! CHRISTIAN SANDS WINS!!!
GM: NOOOOOOOO! NO NO NO!!!! This can’t happen! It’s Randy friggin’ Cobb!!!
JG: By God was that a close one!!! They’ll be talking about this one for quite some time! Let's take you back to the finish there with an instant replay.
GM: Jason, wait! Someone's coming down from the set!
(The camera pans up to show a man with long dark brown hair running down the ramp to ringside. He wears a pair of khakis and wrestling boots, his hands and wrists bound in black tape. His entire right side is covered in burn marks, which have scarred over from a previous occasion.)
Sands' expression remains emotionless as he continues to stare at the screen. However, his eyes offer a window into his thoughts. Emotions seldom seen in him swirl like wildfire there. Shock... disbelief... fear.
(As Christian turns around, the man slams him over the head with the sledgehammer. The unknown man then begins to drive the hammer into Sands' ribs, over and over repeatedly. The fans look on in horror.)
JG: OH MY GOD! Somebody get some help! This man is destroying Christian Sands!
GM: WHO IS HE??
JG: That's what I'd like to know Garrett!
"You should be dead...."
(Finally, security comes out to the ring to drag the unknown assailant away. It takes 2 or 3 men to haul him off to the back, the whole while the man stares at Sands with a sinister grin. Christian rolls around the ring, his forehead busted open, holding his ribs in pain. He looks up to see his attacker's face, and his eyes open widely. He stumbles back against the
ropes, almost as if he's seen a ghost of some sort. He looks on in disbelief as the man is dragged behind the curtain.)
"You came back from the grave... but... why? Why did you do this?"
JG: What was that all about???
GM: I don't know Jason, but it looks like Sands knows the guy!
"If you only knew...."
Sands raises his hands to his forehead, lowering his head; he lets out a slow breath. "If only I knew WHY...."
We fade out with Christian still holding his head...
Christian Sands can be seen sitting in his locker room, still in his ring attire. A bandage has been wrapped around his head; it is already stained with his blood. More bandages enswath his torso. However, he seems not to focus on the pain. Rather, his attention is focused on a television at the far end of the room. It is replaying the end of Sands' match with Randy Cobb.
...Sands fires back and then throws one devastating blow to Cobb’s face. A bloody Randy Cobb then soars through the air, flying backwards into the ring, slamming hard off the mat. As he lies motionless, a tired Christian Sands drops down to the outside, both of his feet touching the arena floor. The fans go insane for both competitors, the referee raising Christian’s hand.
TK: Your winner… and the man who will advance into the second round of this year’s King of the Cage…. CHRIIIIIIISTIAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN SAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDDDDSSS!!
JG: CHRISTIAN SANDS WINS! CHRISTIAN SANDS WINS!!!
GM: NOOOOOOOO! NO NO NO!!!! This can’t happen! It’s Randy friggin’ Cobb!!!
JG: By God was that a close one!!! They’ll be talking about this one for quite some time! Let's take you back to the finish there with an instant replay.
GM: Jason, wait! Someone's coming down from the set!
(The camera pans up to show a man with long dark brown hair running down the ramp to ringside. He wears a pair of khakis and wrestling boots, his hands and wrists bound in black tape. His entire right side is covered in burn marks, which have scarred over from a previous occasion.)
Sands' expression remains emotionless as he continues to stare at the screen. However, his eyes offer a window into his thoughts. Emotions seldom seen in him swirl like wildfire there. Shock... disbelief... fear.
(As Christian turns around, the man slams him over the head with the sledgehammer. The unknown man then begins to drive the hammer into Sands' ribs, over and over repeatedly. The fans look on in horror.)
JG: OH MY GOD! Somebody get some help! This man is destroying Christian Sands!
GM: WHO IS HE??
JG: That's what I'd like to know Garrett!
"You should be dead...."
(Finally, security comes out to the ring to drag the unknown assailant away. It takes 2 or 3 men to haul him off to the back, the whole while the man stares at Sands with a sinister grin. Christian rolls around the ring, his forehead busted open, holding his ribs in pain. He looks up to see his attacker's face, and his eyes open widely. He stumbles back against the
ropes, almost as if he's seen a ghost of some sort. He looks on in disbelief as the man is dragged behind the curtain.)
"You came back from the grave... but... why? Why did you do this?"
JG: What was that all about???
GM: I don't know Jason, but it looks like Sands knows the guy!
"If you only knew...."
Sands raises his hands to his forehead, lowering his head; he lets out a slow breath. "If only I knew WHY...."
We fade out with Christian still holding his head...