Egos Galore

[Jensen Banks]

July 2011

Sean's First Match

Cincinnati, OH

The arena is very darkly lit, giving it a poorly funded look. There are no real stands. All the people in the vicinity are standing behind a wooden barricade, sort of like a fence. Hell, there aren't even that many fans. But, the only person that matters is the man in the grey suit with the slick backed black hair.

Two men are sent out of the ring by the 6'10 monster, leaving only three men in the ring. The 6'10 Danger, the wiry Chick Chuck, who has been hiding almost the entire time, and me. I lay on the ground, barely able to tell what the hell is going on right now. The 6'10 behemoth looks around and sees me lying on the ground, then the fearful Chick Chuck. I can hear him laugh as he begins to stomp his feet as he makes his way towards Chick. I can hear Chick pleading with Danger, but Danger just laughs as I hear blow land, then a thud on the mat. Chick is knocked out.

I know I have to act fast. I slowly rise to my feet and see what has been going on. Danger is choking the life out of Chick. I know I have to make a move.

Sean Sands: Hey ugly!

Danger turns his head towards my direction and I stare him down. A smile creeps on his face, which sends chills down my spine. He releases the chokehold on Chick and just tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring. Now, it is down to two.

Danger has his sights set on me and all I am thinking is that I want to come out of this alive. Danger runs towards me, the ring shaking as he does. He attempts a clothesline, but I dodge it at the last second. He quickly spins around, but his face meets my boot as I connect with a Pele kick that sends him leaning up against the ropes. I quickly look to take advantage, only to take a boot to the face and fall to the mat. My upper lip is busted.

Now it's time for the big guy to come after me. He grabs me by the hair, the ref on the outside yelling at him to stop doing so, but he continues to pull me by hair upwards. Once I am up though, he delivers a clothesline that knocks me back down onto the ground.

Danger: This business isn't for you, man.

That immediately strikes a nerve. I pull my right leg back, then shoot it forward to take the left knee of Danger out from right under him. The results are what make me smile. Danger has now fallen to a knee, meaning I can take advantage. I quickly roll up on my own two feet, then I run forward and bring my legs down right onto the head and neck of Danger. I have performed my first Fame Asser.

Sean Sands: Don't ever tell me I don't deserve to be in any place!

I drive my boot right into the face of Danger, his nose immediately breaking and the blood starting to flow. The few people in attendance cheer as they see the blood streaming. Danger is calling for a forfeit, pinching his nose as he does so. The refs scurry over to check on Danger, who has managed to roll out of the ring as I stand in the middle of it, stunned. I have earned a contract. I'm...I'm a wrestler now.

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May 26th, 2013

Sean Sands' Home

Cincinnati, OH

Sean Sands: I'll see if I can find them!

I headed up the stairs to the second floor as I left my wife, my son, and my best friend in the dining room. Xavier Daniels, a man I had not spoken to in months yet I still considered my best friend, had just accepted to being the godfather for my son, Stefan Sands. In fact, Xavier was the first person who saw the baby outside of me and my wife due to the fact that we were nowhere near Cincinnati or Cleveland so no family members were able to see him. Now, after so many months, Xavier and I had rebuilt our friendship and we were even stronger friends than ever.

I finally reach the top step of the staircase and head to the right. My house may not be big, but there sure is a lot of stuff in here. I avoid any of Stefan's toys on the ground as I make it to the nearest door on the right side of the ahllway. This was where I kept a few of my things. I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, revealing a room filled with boxes. Boxes of things Tracy and I had never bothered to unpack or decided could never go in a house like this. But, I immediately know where to look.

I make a beeline for some of the boxes in the back, accidentally tripping over a box filled with Tracy's...cheerleader uniforms? Right, have to remind myself to convince her to wear those uniforms more often. After putting the box back in it's original state, I walk over to the box marked...EAW. I haven't opened this box in months, feeling somewhat angry at the company that dropped without even a warning. But, it's time I do. This new job in FGA could very well work out and I knew that holding grudges against other companies, especially those that had gone out of business, was just plain stupid.

Tracy Sands: What's taking you so long?!

Sean Sands: I was distracted by all of your cheerleading costumes!

This was a normal day in the Sands household. Yelling stuff at each other from different floors of the house. It was no wonder that some of our neighbors hated us.

Tracy Sands: Don't even think about asking!

Sean Sands: Oh, I will! You know you will end up doing it!

Tracy Sands: Yeah, yeah, yeah! Hurry up before Stefan calls Xavier "daddy"!

I could hear her laughing, but my mood changes at the mention of that. Not cool, Tracy. Not cool.

Sean Sands: Not funny!

I could hear both Xavier and Tracy laughing, but I just scoff as I kneel down and open the EAW cardboard box. I don't remember exactly what I put in here, but I do know it's going to take me down memory lane and some things I just wanted to stay a memory.

The first thing I see is the Sean Sands t-shirt, a dark blue t-shirt with me on the front and my name on the back. This t-shirt was designed after I won the EAW Extreme title in a glass tables match. That match nearly killed me, but what nearly killed me was when this t-shirt came out, Xavier had asked for a release from the company.

The next thing I see is a picture frame with me, Tristan Young, Jordan Storm, Juhani, and Xavier Daniels, when we were a group. My arm is around the neck of Xavier, remembering that that was the night we had formed that tag team. At this point, all of us seemed ready to be making it to new levels of our career. Storm seemed set to pick up the Extreme title I dropped. Young seemed ready to win a shot at he TV title. Xavier and I were ready to enter that tag team tournament and win those EAW tag titles. And Juhani was ready to become EAW World Champion once again.

But, everything fell apart. Tristan lost in the contender's match for the TV title. Jordan failed in his quest to becoming the Extreme Champion. Juhani failed to get a shot at the World title. And Xavier, Xavier left the company before the tournament could start, forcing me and Tristan to enter that thing, where we managed to make it to the finals, only to lose. This was one of those thoughts I did not want to remember.

I place the frame to the side and see underneath it the items I was searching for this entire time. I smile as I grab the two dark red t-shirts with the white lettering that says "Future Shock" on the front. This brought back many memories. Perhaps...a return? A return definitely sounded nice. And hell, we do have that tag tournament.

Sean Sands: I cannot wait to see the look on Xavier's face when he sees these t-shirts.

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June 5th, 2013

Cincinnati, OH

I am busy doing one handed pushups in my backyard. My right hand is planted firmly on the freshly shaven grass as I inhale and exhale, my body starting to get tired after my routine workout. I am shirtless, but I am still wearing my shorts, thus keeping my dignity. After pulling off another one handed pushup, I decide to take a break. I look up and smile, pretending I hadn't seen the cameraman standing there when in fact I asked him to start rolling right before I stopped doing my pushups.

Sean Sands: Oh, didn't see you there. I'm just, you know, doing some training since I keep almost falling asleep listening to the promos by my opponents. Oh, and this is how I managed to get my six pack, Mr. Fairchild.

I get myself up off the grass and walk over to the nearby patio, grabbing my sleeveless t-shirt off the nearby chair and putting it on, the camera on me the entire time.

Sean Sands: Now, many people were surprised that I was actually able to pull off a victory at the 5/25 taping over Ryan Big. To be truthfully honest, I wasn't surprised. I wasn't surprised because I actually bust my ass everyday to get better and better, while those two idiots that are part of the unit called The Motto throw their parties, drink their booze, and do whatever they want. That shows no respect for this business. And when you show no respect for this business, I show no respect for you.

Now, as for my match in three days, it seems pretty simple. Team one versus team two. Five people on each team. Fortunately for me, I have four great partners. Noah Van Dyke, who WON his debut match, Alexia Brandt, who's been an ass kicker for months now, Camelia D. Magna, who is probably one of the strongest women will wise in this business, and Wayne Carruthers, the not so prototypical wrestler, but better than people give him credit for. Wayne could be champion in just a few short months.

I take a seat on the steps leading up to the patio as I prepare myself for the long winded speech I'm about to give.

Sean Sands: I sat down and watched all the promos that have come in so far and I've got to say, I feel...bored? I think that's the word I'll be going with. I mean, most of you failed to really mention why you guys are winning that match other than you're winning that match. Then, some of you just failed to even mention me.

Johnny Blayze, or should I say Ghost Rider? You obviously can't count because you only managed to mention four of the five members of the team i am in, excluding me. Now you're probably thinking like I'm all butthurt or whatever, but I honestly couldn't care. While you may actually be a decent competitor, you're a shitty person. You have made enemies with people you shouldn't have. If Alexia Brandt doesn't kill you at All Star Showdown 2, which will be highly unlikely, I'll step up to the plate and finish you off myself. Don't get me wrong. If you actually had someone to guide you, you could be a champion by now. Instead, you decide to have your little bitch fits and your little psychopathic problems and decide you want to start shooting fireballs at people. While you have forgotten all about me, I have yet to forget about you and what you did two weeks ago when you attacked my friend. I suggest watching your back, because that target is on it.

Next, we have Anton Chase. Out of the four of ya, Chase made the most and least sense...if that makes ANY sense. Chase does have his tag team background to fall on, meaning that he might, MIGHT just be able to keep his ego in check. But then again, I have a tag team background as well, which doesn't matter because you are not teaming with one man who you trust. You are teaming with three egomaniacs and a possible fourth one in Joey Perello. Chase, while you may be the least egotistical wrestler on your team, it doesn't matter. It does not matter.

The third person I want to speak about is Joey Perello, who has yet to say a word about this match. He may just be the smartest man on this team just for keeping his mouth shut. I have to say, JP impressed me a few weeks back when he was able to stand his won against Wayne Carruthers. For that, Perello has my respect. And perhaps Perello and Chase can keep their egos in check, but will they keep the rest of the team's in check? I hardly doubt it.

I smirk as I know of the next man I want to speak of. I know of the asinine things he says week in and week out.

Sean Sands: Up next, we have Johnny Karma. The man who likes to refer to himself as the Gold Rush Rumble "Ironman". Hell, you could've probably won the Frontier Grappling Arts Gold Rush Rumble. But then again, probably doesn't count and you know it, hence why you feel that you need to continuously brag about it. You have talent and you may or may not have passion for this business, but your attitude just makes me want to slap the stupid out of you. You believe that this company should be referred to as Frontier Wrestling Arts? I believe you should sit down, shut up, and wrestle because that is what you are paid for. That is why you get a damn paycheck handed to you. To WRESTLE. So please, quit worrying about things such as the company's name and quit ripping off good web shows that everybody likes to watch. Worry about your wrestling, because the way I'm seeing it, you may just get taught a lesson or two at All Star Showdown 2.

And last, but certainly not least in the ego category, the most deluded man I have ever seen in my life, Mikey Thomkins. It is cool if I call him Mikey, right?

The cameraman just shrugs. I don't believe he wants to answer because that Mikey Thomkins may sic his dogs on him.

Sean Sands: Doesn't matter. Actually, I don't care. Anyway, Mikey...I gotta say I'm disappointed. I actually thought you could toss some of that good ole fashioned trash talk my way. Instead, you just skipped me. Now, that actually makes me want to cry and go write my feelings down in my diary...NOT. In fact, I'm kinda glad you did not mention me. You did not mention me because you have no respect for me, which I can deal with it since I know you're crazier than Rick James when he's on cocaine. You are a talented athlete. The first ever FGA Heavyweight Champion...before you LOST the title. And since then, you have been stuck. You have been stuck because your life depended on that title. But, your massive ego obviously tells you different. It tells you the you never lost the title. That you are the rightful FGA Heavyweight Champion.

I call BULLSHIT. If you believe yourself to be the champion, then you wouldn't worry about Camelia D. Magna. But you do worry about her. You worry about her because she will show that it not only takes talent, but heart to win when she pins you for the three count. Because guess what? You have shown us no reason as to why we should believe you are the old Mikey Thomkins. You have only shown us that you are nothing but a coward who doesn't deserve the set God gave him. Your cowardice will be you undoing.

My face is emotionless, like those carvings in stone pillars and such.

Sean Sands: 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. Yep. Got you all. At the 6/8 taping in Plymouth, Massachusetts, I know my partners and I can work as a team, but can you? Can you all push your massive egos aside? Because if you don't, the guy you have paid no attention to, may end up pinning you for the 1...2...3.

The feed cuts. I have spoken, but will they listen?