Against the sands of time
Chapter 1- The foretold.
"What do the cards speak?" asked the dark figure of the room.
Arial was looking to her cards, turning them over and revealing an image before the man who stood over her shoulder. "You must make one, a reluctant," she explained. "To please your master, he must suffer in what is given to him, a displeasure for your gift as you call it" she said.
The man grinned. "I have one in mind, one who would be very… unhappy with this offer," he said.
The vixen grinned to him, "I have foretold of what you think, and he is perfect. One who takes his name from the spirit of sleep yet offers no such likeness to him." she said aloud.
"That he is perfect to become immortal, for he will never take pleasure again in his simple joys. My master approves of him?"
She turned a card over. "Oh, he will be very please with your offer. Go now, and make it so"
The creature left the room as the woman turned over a few more cards, a small smile came over her face. "It shall be an interesting battle" she grinned.
Elsewhere…
Vince McMahon was storming about the Ballroom arena; he was to make a main event tonight, yet someone had convinced him to change his plans. He saw the Sandman in the hall, drinking and smoking as usual till his eyes came apone him. "I've been looking for you," he said.
Sandman only nodded, not saying a word back to the boss. "Tonight, I figure you could be in the main event, in an extreme rules match. Sandman VS… Test. How about that?" he asked.
Sandman's response was a large puff of smoke blown into McMahon's face, a sneer came over his lips as he walked away carrying his signature weapon the kendo stick. McMahon parted the air with his hand and coughed aloud to the smoke. "Why the hell did he ask for this match?" he wondered aloud. A mere shrug came from the boss, as he went off to find Test to tell him of his match. It wasn't hard to find Test, as a matter of fact; he was looking for Vince himself.
"I'm in the mood for a fight!" Test yelled to Paul. "I want a challenge, bring me someone worth beating!"
Vince raised his hands in defense. "I already took care of it, you're facing Sandman in an extreme rules match. But… I've been told to tell you this…." McMahon paused for a moment, as Test leaned in with great interest.
"Tell me what?" he asked.
Vince took Test off to the side and whispered in his ear of what was to be taking place for the Sandman….