Long Road Ahead (Part 1)
Aug 24, 2013 9:59:53 GMT -5
Post by Jensen Banks on Aug 24, 2013 9:59:53 GMT -5
I will admit it. I have no fear admitting things.
Johnny Blayze and Chaths got the best of me.
I took my eyes off the ball and placed my eyes right on them. They managed to not only beat me down once, but twice. One of those times was during my 6-man tag match, where I left my partners to fend for themselves on accident causing us to lose the match.
So, I do admit it. Blayze and Chaths outsmarted me...and I don't like it one bit.
I've been known to take revenge on those who have wronged me. Johnny Blayze and Chaths have wronged me. Unfortunately for the two of you, this means an ass kicking is coming your way...and you won't even see it coming.
I'm not a man who likes to be tricked and attacked from behind. Bloodbath and Beyond believe that they are actual men. That what they did is the same thing men of bravery would do.
I should not be surprised that they think that. Cuckoo runs rapidly throughout the FGA. And Bloodbath and Beyond is cuckoo.
Blayze and Chaths will pay soon, but for now...I have a cup to win.
I have this tournament I need to win, just like I could've won the Dynamic Duos tournament had my partner not have gotten that leg injury. Now, I look to win something big in my singles career. Something that would solidify this career.
And I'm going to do it for them.
For my wife and kid.
For my deceased father and my loving mother.
For the brother who constantly tells me he believes in me.
And for the man whose career may be over.
Tracy, Stefan, Dad, Mom, John, and Xavier...this one is for you guys.
January 25th, 2002
Cincinnati, OH
I huffed and puffed as I ran back and forth on the basketball court, sweating my ass off. Coach Harden just continued to blow his whistle every single time as the noises made by the sneakers hitting the floor noised up the gym. The basketball had the day off and the wrestling season was coming to an end. Soon, I would have to make a decision that would impact the rest of my life. I would choose which college I would go to.
Coach Harden: Come on! You're all moving like you crapped your pants! Get your butts moving faster!
There were slight groans from every person on the wrestling team, including myself. We hated the fact that Coach Harden made us run the fucking basketball court back and forth for a straight hour. It was exhausting.
I wiped my forehead, and then wiped my clean shaven lip. At the time, I had no beard and my hair was gelled up so that I had a similar hairstyle to that of Robin Van Persie. I ran my fingers through my hair as I continued to run back and forth, slowing down as I felt the sharp pain in my ribs begin. I was in a much unhealthier shape back then.
Coach Harden: Sands!
I stopped right in the middle of the court as Coach Harden called out my name. With a bright red beginning to spread across his face from anger, he marched up to me. I gulped down hard as I awaited for Coach harden to bust a gasket.
Coach Harden: Why are you slowing down, Sands?
Sean Sands: I'm tired, coach!
Coach Harden: So what? Do you understand that if you don't bust your ass every single week and tire yourself to the point where you just want to collapse and die that you will never be a success?
Sean Sands: I understand, coach. I really do. I know that I have to bust my ass and work harder each and every time. I know that I want to make my name known.
Coach Harden: You got talent, kid. Just need to learn to not give up. To be relentless.
Sean Sands: I can be relentless, coach. I promise. I won't give up. Ever.
Coach Harden smiled at me and patted me on the back before turning around and scoping everyone else. Each and every kid had stopped and watched the scene transpire, but had not started back up when the conversation ended between Coach Harden and I. I could see my coach shaking in rage and I took two steps away and covered up my ears as I waited for him to explode out in anger.
Coach Harden: What the hell are you all doing standing around here for? Move, move, MOVE!
I immediately began to run once more, the pain in my ribs going away.
I was going to be relentless from now on. That promise I could keep.
Many people say I don't deserve to be here. That I don't deserve to be in this tournament, let alone win it.
"He is only in this because of his partner getting injured and the higher ups feeling bad for him. The dude ain't worth shit."
The people who say this are the same that fear me and the fact that I may just be the guy who wins this whole thing. I mean, who would see it coming? Sean Sands, at 2 victories and 3 losses, defeats three other people in one night to become Mr. Lion's Cup. Nobody would see it coming...
But why? Granted, I do have more losses than victories in FGA, but how many of those was I the man to be pinned or to be forced to submit? None. Zero. Not a single fucking match. I have lost three times and i'm willing to deal with those losses, but at least I take my losses. I know that even though I wasn't the one who was pinned, I still know that I could've done more to help my team to get the win.
Another thing that people seem to think is that I actually care for critics. There is only a couple of people whose opinion I care for. But, the biggest and really only critic I care for is myself. I am my biggest critic and that is the only critic I care to listen to. Not to anyone in the back like Dom Harter or anyone in this tournament, like Wade Nolan.
I gotta say that Wade and I have a little history since joining this company. Don't get me wrong, none of that history is any good. I share a heavy dislike for Wade Nolan. I was told when I was at the hospital and I was checking to see if my friend Xavier would be fine, that Xavier had injured himself during the match he had with Wade Nolan. Hell, the doctor even looked back at the match and saw the exact point where Wade Nolan had hurt Xavier.
Now, I never held this shit against Wade. I know that this is pro wrestling and not water polo. I was willing to let this go after I managed to take only a bit of my anger out on him at that four way fray match a few months back. But then something happened...
Wade mentioned Xavier's name and even took pride in the fact that he was the man to put out my best friend. He has since bragged about it each and every week. He bragged that Xavier's pain became his gain and that just pissed me off. And when I get pissed off, I get dangerous.
Wade, you have gone and pissed me off now. You really think that hurting Xavier has given you any gain? You haven't gained shit and you still won't. I gotta say that I fear for you. I fear for you that if you do indeed make it past Kevin Hardaway, you'll end up facing me and that's extremely unfortunate for you because I'll be the one dishing out pain and I'll be gaining a much needed release of anger as I break your nose, knock a few teeth loose, and even give you a nice concussion.
If you only didn't run your mouth, you could actually be something, Wade. You could be at least the contender to the Pride championship instead of what you are now, which is not even close to gold. You believe you can take everyone out and earn yourself a shot at the FGA championship? I dare you to try because I won't stop when I see you in that ring. I'll be seeing red and it won't be the red on that FGA logo. It'll be the red of the target on you. And I plan on hitting that target with some kicks, some punches, and then a Sand Attack to finish it off.
Wade Nolan, you have pissed off the wrong guy. At Above and Beyond II, if I do see you, I will not hold back. I will break bones in your body and I will sweat and bleed to fight for my partner's honor! To fight for Future Shock's honor! Above and Beyond II, get ready to be beaten. Get ready to be outclassed. Just get ready for the beating you are going to receive.
And now we come to the man most are predicting to face me in the second round. A man I teamed with only a few days ago and came out on the losing side with. The man who came that close to drawing against Chandler Scott at FGA vs Frontier 2.
Kevin Hardaway.
One thing that is different between Kevin Hardaway and Wade Nolan is that Kevin Hardaway has earned my respect. I'd like to think that if I haven't earned his yet that I will if I face and beat him at Above and Beyond II.
And that's what I look at when I look at the possibility of a Sands-Hardaway match. I see not only a semi-final and a chance to move one step closer to that cup, but as a match to earn one's respect...and that's what I plan on doing. If I don't, I plan on giving you a hell of a fight and earning at least more respect from you. If I do win, I'll know that I have earned all of your respect.
Kevin Hardaway is a big name around these parts and one thing I really like to do is knock off a big name, especially for a tournament that can earn someone a shot at the company's top and most prestigious title.
The name Sean Sands is not even close to being known. It has been heard here and there, but no one really knows who I am. This is my opportunity to do something big. To raise some eyebrows. To make people that "this guy" could be something big and I see no better way than to defeat Kevin Hardaway.
That's why I plan on laying it all on the line against you, Kevin. I'll wear myself out and destroy my body just to make it past you and make it to the finals. I'm willing to fight and fight and fight and fight just for that one win. I hope you are willing to do the same, K-Hard.
I'll see one of you gentlemen soon. Bring everything you got, I'll be bringing more.
October 13th, 2011
UCW Headquarters
Cincinnati, OH
"He is only in this because of his partner getting injured and the higher ups feeling bad for him. The dude ain't worth shit."
The people who say this are the same that fear me and the fact that I may just be the guy who wins this whole thing. I mean, who would see it coming? Sean Sands, at 2 victories and 3 losses, defeats three other people in one night to become Mr. Lion's Cup. Nobody would see it coming...
But why? Granted, I do have more losses than victories in FGA, but how many of those was I the man to be pinned or to be forced to submit? None. Zero. Not a single fucking match. I have lost three times and i'm willing to deal with those losses, but at least I take my losses. I know that even though I wasn't the one who was pinned, I still know that I could've done more to help my team to get the win.
Another thing that people seem to think is that I actually care for critics. There is only a couple of people whose opinion I care for. But, the biggest and really only critic I care for is myself. I am my biggest critic and that is the only critic I care to listen to. Not to anyone in the back like Dom Harter or anyone in this tournament, like Wade Nolan.
I gotta say that Wade and I have a little history since joining this company. Don't get me wrong, none of that history is any good. I share a heavy dislike for Wade Nolan. I was told when I was at the hospital and I was checking to see if my friend Xavier would be fine, that Xavier had injured himself during the match he had with Wade Nolan. Hell, the doctor even looked back at the match and saw the exact point where Wade Nolan had hurt Xavier.
Now, I never held this shit against Wade. I know that this is pro wrestling and not water polo. I was willing to let this go after I managed to take only a bit of my anger out on him at that four way fray match a few months back. But then something happened...
Wade mentioned Xavier's name and even took pride in the fact that he was the man to put out my best friend. He has since bragged about it each and every week. He bragged that Xavier's pain became his gain and that just pissed me off. And when I get pissed off, I get dangerous.
Wade, you have gone and pissed me off now. You really think that hurting Xavier has given you any gain? You haven't gained shit and you still won't. I gotta say that I fear for you. I fear for you that if you do indeed make it past Kevin Hardaway, you'll end up facing me and that's extremely unfortunate for you because I'll be the one dishing out pain and I'll be gaining a much needed release of anger as I break your nose, knock a few teeth loose, and even give you a nice concussion.
If you only didn't run your mouth, you could actually be something, Wade. You could be at least the contender to the Pride championship instead of what you are now, which is not even close to gold. You believe you can take everyone out and earn yourself a shot at the FGA championship? I dare you to try because I won't stop when I see you in that ring. I'll be seeing red and it won't be the red on that FGA logo. It'll be the red of the target on you. And I plan on hitting that target with some kicks, some punches, and then a Sand Attack to finish it off.
Wade Nolan, you have pissed off the wrong guy. At Above and Beyond II, if I do see you, I will not hold back. I will break bones in your body and I will sweat and bleed to fight for my partner's honor! To fight for Future Shock's honor! Above and Beyond II, get ready to be beaten. Get ready to be outclassed. Just get ready for the beating you are going to receive.
And now we come to the man most are predicting to face me in the second round. A man I teamed with only a few days ago and came out on the losing side with. The man who came that close to drawing against Chandler Scott at FGA vs Frontier 2.
Kevin Hardaway.
One thing that is different between Kevin Hardaway and Wade Nolan is that Kevin Hardaway has earned my respect. I'd like to think that if I haven't earned his yet that I will if I face and beat him at Above and Beyond II.
And that's what I look at when I look at the possibility of a Sands-Hardaway match. I see not only a semi-final and a chance to move one step closer to that cup, but as a match to earn one's respect...and that's what I plan on doing. If I don't, I plan on giving you a hell of a fight and earning at least more respect from you. If I do win, I'll know that I have earned all of your respect.
Kevin Hardaway is a big name around these parts and one thing I really like to do is knock off a big name, especially for a tournament that can earn someone a shot at the company's top and most prestigious title.
The name Sean Sands is not even close to being known. It has been heard here and there, but no one really knows who I am. This is my opportunity to do something big. To raise some eyebrows. To make people that "this guy" could be something big and I see no better way than to defeat Kevin Hardaway.
That's why I plan on laying it all on the line against you, Kevin. I'll wear myself out and destroy my body just to make it past you and make it to the finals. I'm willing to fight and fight and fight and fight just for that one win. I hope you are willing to do the same, K-Hard.
I'll see one of you gentlemen soon. Bring everything you got, I'll be bringing more.
October 13th, 2011
UCW Headquarters
Cincinnati, OH
I waited for my name to be called so I could have the meeting I was scheduled to have with the boss. I had decided to wear dark jeans, a blue v-neck, and a black blazer because I had never been a fan of suits. In my right hand was my phone, where I took my right thumb and began to text my wife, telling her that I was just waiting for my meeting. In my left hand was the contract that I had won in an eight man ladder match to earn myself a UCW World title shot anytime I wanted. The relief I felt when I won this was great. I knew a new contract was going to come my way as I had now just made myself a big player in the company. And that's what I was hear for. I wanted to start a family with Tracy and for the past few weeks we had been trying to get pregnant.
Secretary: Mr. Sands, Mr. Fanelli will see you now.
Sean Sands: Thank you.
I closed my phone and placed it out of my pocket. I smiled at the secretary before nodding my head and standing up from my seat. I walked over to the door and entered the office, seeing the short man with black, slicked back hair and a thin, black mustache sitting behind the desk, wearing his usual black suit and white dress shirt, collar popped.
Fanelli: Ah, Sean! Yes, I have been expecting you! Please, have a seat!
I took a seat on the left chair of the two on the other side of the desk, placing my hand on the mahogany wood that made that the chair was made out of. I let out a small sigh as I sat down, contract still in my left hand and a smile still on my face.
Sean Sands: Thanks, boss. So, I know you called me here today, but I wanted to get a question out there? Since I won this contract and I basically have received a shot at the World title, is there anyway I could get a better contract?
Mr. Fanelli raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he looked at me. For a moment there, I thought I saw a frown on his face, but the slight smirk that came on his face let me feel relief and made me believe that the contract was coming my way...but it wasn't.
Fanelli: I would honestly offer you a contract, but here's the thing. I have actually called a lot of people to my office. The whole entire roster actually. I called everybody here because we're losing money.
Sean Sands: We're losing money? Do you mean we just haven't had the ticket sales or...?
Mr. Fanelli took another sigh at that moment. God knows what was running through his head at the time, but what was running through my mind was curiosity with a mix of fear.
I was curious as to what he would say next. I would be fine without getting the contract because I could just sign with another company on top of working with UCW. Hell, I was willing to work in gymnasiums and in front of 50 people if it meant I could make a little more money so that i can support my family when it begins to grow.
Fanelli: Sean, we've gone bankrupt. We have no more money, our TV contract is gone...
Sean Sands: So, you mean...
Mr. Fanelli nodded his head as he closed his eyes and lowered his head, feeling ashamed that he had failed as a businessman and that he had to crush some people's dreams, including mine of becoming a World champion.
At that moment, I did not know what I wanted to do. Did I want to get angry and yell? Did I want to swear out my boss? Did I want to curse my luck? Yes, I did. I wanted to do all of that and possibly more, but I knew that this was a business and the fact that my boss couldn't handle the money was his fault, but it was going to be my problem because I have to be the one to find a job and to win another shot at a World title. I had to be the one
Sean Sands: Wow. Um, so I guess I better return this contract. Won't seem to do me much good now.
I remembering getting up from my seat, contract in both hands, and a feeling of failure going throughout my body. I hated that feeling because I knew that later on I had to go home and tell my wife that her husband was unemployed now. He wasn't getting a new contract, he was getting a pink slip.
As I placed the contract on Mr. Fanelli's desk, I could feel the tears beginning and I tried to hold them back long enough to look Mr. Fanelli right in the eye.
Sean Sands: I want to thank you for this great opportunity. I guess now I try and hit nearby companies and see if they can give me a chance.
With one last look at the contract that was going to be my future, I turned and headed for the exit, wanting to wake up from this sick nightmare. Wanting to just wake up, breathing heavily, but still sleeping next to my beautiful wife, knowing that I had no worries. No, this was not the case at the time. This was real. And this real thing was my nightmare. Something I had been dreaming of for days, but gave no thought to was happening to me.
Fanelli: I hope you do great in your future, Sean. Hopefully you become World champ in some other federation.
Without turning around to face, I nodded my head. I had my chance to become World champion here, but it never happened. Now, what was I to do?
Sean Sands: Thank you for the kind words, Mr. Fanelli. Hopefully that happens for me.
Secretary: Mr. Sands, Mr. Fanelli will see you now.
Sean Sands: Thank you.
I closed my phone and placed it out of my pocket. I smiled at the secretary before nodding my head and standing up from my seat. I walked over to the door and entered the office, seeing the short man with black, slicked back hair and a thin, black mustache sitting behind the desk, wearing his usual black suit and white dress shirt, collar popped.
Fanelli: Ah, Sean! Yes, I have been expecting you! Please, have a seat!
I took a seat on the left chair of the two on the other side of the desk, placing my hand on the mahogany wood that made that the chair was made out of. I let out a small sigh as I sat down, contract still in my left hand and a smile still on my face.
Sean Sands: Thanks, boss. So, I know you called me here today, but I wanted to get a question out there? Since I won this contract and I basically have received a shot at the World title, is there anyway I could get a better contract?
Mr. Fanelli raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he looked at me. For a moment there, I thought I saw a frown on his face, but the slight smirk that came on his face let me feel relief and made me believe that the contract was coming my way...but it wasn't.
Fanelli: I would honestly offer you a contract, but here's the thing. I have actually called a lot of people to my office. The whole entire roster actually. I called everybody here because we're losing money.
Sean Sands: We're losing money? Do you mean we just haven't had the ticket sales or...?
Mr. Fanelli took another sigh at that moment. God knows what was running through his head at the time, but what was running through my mind was curiosity with a mix of fear.
I was curious as to what he would say next. I would be fine without getting the contract because I could just sign with another company on top of working with UCW. Hell, I was willing to work in gymnasiums and in front of 50 people if it meant I could make a little more money so that i can support my family when it begins to grow.
Fanelli: Sean, we've gone bankrupt. We have no more money, our TV contract is gone...
Sean Sands: So, you mean...
Mr. Fanelli nodded his head as he closed his eyes and lowered his head, feeling ashamed that he had failed as a businessman and that he had to crush some people's dreams, including mine of becoming a World champion.
At that moment, I did not know what I wanted to do. Did I want to get angry and yell? Did I want to swear out my boss? Did I want to curse my luck? Yes, I did. I wanted to do all of that and possibly more, but I knew that this was a business and the fact that my boss couldn't handle the money was his fault, but it was going to be my problem because I have to be the one to find a job and to win another shot at a World title. I had to be the one
Sean Sands: Wow. Um, so I guess I better return this contract. Won't seem to do me much good now.
I remembering getting up from my seat, contract in both hands, and a feeling of failure going throughout my body. I hated that feeling because I knew that later on I had to go home and tell my wife that her husband was unemployed now. He wasn't getting a new contract, he was getting a pink slip.
As I placed the contract on Mr. Fanelli's desk, I could feel the tears beginning and I tried to hold them back long enough to look Mr. Fanelli right in the eye.
Sean Sands: I want to thank you for this great opportunity. I guess now I try and hit nearby companies and see if they can give me a chance.
With one last look at the contract that was going to be my future, I turned and headed for the exit, wanting to wake up from this sick nightmare. Wanting to just wake up, breathing heavily, but still sleeping next to my beautiful wife, knowing that I had no worries. No, this was not the case at the time. This was real. And this real thing was my nightmare. Something I had been dreaming of for days, but gave no thought to was happening to me.
Fanelli: I hope you do great in your future, Sean. Hopefully you become World champ in some other federation.
Without turning around to face, I nodded my head. I had my chance to become World champion here, but it never happened. Now, what was I to do?
Sean Sands: Thank you for the kind words, Mr. Fanelli. Hopefully that happens for me.
To this day, I have yet to get a shot at a company's top title. I have fought over and over again. I put my body through hell, going through glass tables to almost getting lit up like a freaking candle, but still...no World title. No top title from a company I have worked for.
NWA, EAW, OSEW. I have had my successes in these companies in my short career, but it has never been enough for me. No, it has not.
I won the tag team titles twice in NWA, but I always looked for more. Sure, I teamed with my youngest brother and we had a good relationship, but it was not enough for me. Tag team success I was used to, but I wanted more success in the singles category. I wanted to become the NWA World champion, but before I could, I was released from my contract.
I won the TV and Extreme title in EAW. The Extreme title was the company's second biggest title, but it was not enough for me. I don't want to be second place. I always wanted to be the top dog, but I never received my chance at that title. I never got a shot at the EAW World title and I never could as the company closed down a month after releasing me.
So, with all of these releases, I had little options for employment. I joined OSEW, where I made barely more than a cashier at Walmart, but at least I was doing what I loved and that was wrestling. When I was in OSEW, I never lost a match. I was untouchable, but I did not receive a shot at the OSEW championship. No, I was told to risk my health, my career by going for the Hardcore title, which I won.
So, feeling like I could get on a slightly bigger stage, I sent a tape to Frontier Grappling Arts, looking to receive another shot from a big independent scene company and I did.
Like I have said before, I have yet to receive a shot at a company's top title and why should I? I have never really earned it. Those titles I won before? I earned all of them. I won contender's matches, and then I defeated the champion. I won match after match after match. I am not angry that I have never won a company's top title. I'm actually hungry. VERY HUNGRY.
I have always been competitive as hell and my hunger to succeed is what takes over when I enter that ring. I want to be mentioned among the best, not among those who came in and fizzled out. And this is not me trying to be selfish by saying all of this. I am happy to see those who deserve succeed. Those like J.T. Cash, who defeated Harvard's own Chandler Scott. I am glad that eh got his time in the spotlight, but if it came down to it, I'd fight him for that Pride title just so I can be mentioned among the best. I'd fight Kevin Hardaway or Bob Pooler or even Chris Q. I'd fight them all and I'd pull out all the stops just so I can have that victory and I can say "Look! I can hang with the big dogs!"
But I would do it in a respectful manner because as long as my opponents fight fair than there is no reason for them to be losing my respect. And I think that's what Johnny Blayze tried to do.
He felt like he was never looked at as good enough. That he was being pushed over. That he was overlooked. Perhaps I could feel where this man is coming from, but one thing is different between Johnny and I.
He believes that the only to get some attention is to act like a deranged lunatic or like a fucking coward. He goes around hurting people for fun and attacking them from behind, but that is not the way you gain attention for yourself because guess what? People don't take you seriously when you act like a 5 year old who's tricycle was stolen, throwing tantrums. I think you believe that this whole deranged bastard shtick actually scares people, but all it does is make you look like an even bigger joke.
I'm going to tell you something that you haven't and won't hear from most of these competitors that are in this tournament, Johnny. Johnny, you are actually a good wrestler. And guess what? You could become a great wrestler! You could be FGA champion...if only you stopped trying to be something as stupid as a deranged madman who likes driving spikes into people.
And right now I know some are laughing at the fact that I said that but those same that are laughing are scared at what an actual Johnny Blayze can do. Not the crazy bastard Johnny Blayze, but the man hidden underneath that layer, what he can do.
So, now we meet at Above and Beyond II, that is one match that I know I'll be in. That is the match where I know who my opponent is and I won't have to wait and see the other matches to determine who I face next. And now I know what to expect from Johnny Blayze and that is unpredictability.
That will be your main tool in this match because as unpredictable as some are, you are the most unpredictable superstar of them all and I knwo you planning on using that to your advantage. I won't be surprised if you try and pull out the same weapon you smashed into my tag partner, best friend, and godfather of my child. I won't be surprised if you pull out something else, like a baseball bat, or maybe an ace, call yourself Lumberjack Johnny.
Oh, wait. Mikey Tomkins does the whole lumberjack thing. Oops.
Yes, I do expect unpredictability from you, just like you should expect a first round loss to be handed to you by me. You may be unpredictable, but you make no mistake that I can expect anything from you and I will have eyes on the back of my head.
You should expect a first round loss to me because you have now made me feel the hate. What you set out to do since starting this whole new thing has now come and will bit you in the ass a few days from now. You will find yourself in the ring with the hungriest wrestler on the FGA roster. You will find yourself in the ring with a pissed off man, a man you attacked twice in one night. You will find yourself in the ring with a man who has more heart than any other superstar in the tournament.
You will face me and you will lose because I have waited for days now to get my hands on you and when I do, it means no good thing for you. It means that I will bring that unpredictability you're so well known for and I will use it to defeat you. I will lay everything on the line. I will risk my career and I will risk my life and in the end, I'll be the one standing over your body, moving on to the next round.
Johnny, you can be something, but not now. Now is my time. Now is where I try and do what I have been waiting, wanting, needing to do and that is become the company's top champion and it starts with you.
I expect you to give me your all, Johnny. I don't expect you to keep this match clean. It'll shock me if you do. All I expect from you is to bring me your best, just so I can make you see that I am better and that I want this more.
So, whether or not you bring Chaths, I don't care. Whether or not you try to attack me with a weapon, I don't care. All I care for is to move on and become the next number one contender to the FGA title and become the FGA champion.
And no matter who stands in my way, I will do just that because I AM THAT HUNGRY.
SEE YOU SOON.
NWA, EAW, OSEW. I have had my successes in these companies in my short career, but it has never been enough for me. No, it has not.
I won the tag team titles twice in NWA, but I always looked for more. Sure, I teamed with my youngest brother and we had a good relationship, but it was not enough for me. Tag team success I was used to, but I wanted more success in the singles category. I wanted to become the NWA World champion, but before I could, I was released from my contract.
I won the TV and Extreme title in EAW. The Extreme title was the company's second biggest title, but it was not enough for me. I don't want to be second place. I always wanted to be the top dog, but I never received my chance at that title. I never got a shot at the EAW World title and I never could as the company closed down a month after releasing me.
So, with all of these releases, I had little options for employment. I joined OSEW, where I made barely more than a cashier at Walmart, but at least I was doing what I loved and that was wrestling. When I was in OSEW, I never lost a match. I was untouchable, but I did not receive a shot at the OSEW championship. No, I was told to risk my health, my career by going for the Hardcore title, which I won.
So, feeling like I could get on a slightly bigger stage, I sent a tape to Frontier Grappling Arts, looking to receive another shot from a big independent scene company and I did.
Like I have said before, I have yet to receive a shot at a company's top title and why should I? I have never really earned it. Those titles I won before? I earned all of them. I won contender's matches, and then I defeated the champion. I won match after match after match. I am not angry that I have never won a company's top title. I'm actually hungry. VERY HUNGRY.
I have always been competitive as hell and my hunger to succeed is what takes over when I enter that ring. I want to be mentioned among the best, not among those who came in and fizzled out. And this is not me trying to be selfish by saying all of this. I am happy to see those who deserve succeed. Those like J.T. Cash, who defeated Harvard's own Chandler Scott. I am glad that eh got his time in the spotlight, but if it came down to it, I'd fight him for that Pride title just so I can be mentioned among the best. I'd fight Kevin Hardaway or Bob Pooler or even Chris Q. I'd fight them all and I'd pull out all the stops just so I can have that victory and I can say "Look! I can hang with the big dogs!"
But I would do it in a respectful manner because as long as my opponents fight fair than there is no reason for them to be losing my respect. And I think that's what Johnny Blayze tried to do.
He felt like he was never looked at as good enough. That he was being pushed over. That he was overlooked. Perhaps I could feel where this man is coming from, but one thing is different between Johnny and I.
He believes that the only to get some attention is to act like a deranged lunatic or like a fucking coward. He goes around hurting people for fun and attacking them from behind, but that is not the way you gain attention for yourself because guess what? People don't take you seriously when you act like a 5 year old who's tricycle was stolen, throwing tantrums. I think you believe that this whole deranged bastard shtick actually scares people, but all it does is make you look like an even bigger joke.
I'm going to tell you something that you haven't and won't hear from most of these competitors that are in this tournament, Johnny. Johnny, you are actually a good wrestler. And guess what? You could become a great wrestler! You could be FGA champion...if only you stopped trying to be something as stupid as a deranged madman who likes driving spikes into people.
And right now I know some are laughing at the fact that I said that but those same that are laughing are scared at what an actual Johnny Blayze can do. Not the crazy bastard Johnny Blayze, but the man hidden underneath that layer, what he can do.
So, now we meet at Above and Beyond II, that is one match that I know I'll be in. That is the match where I know who my opponent is and I won't have to wait and see the other matches to determine who I face next. And now I know what to expect from Johnny Blayze and that is unpredictability.
That will be your main tool in this match because as unpredictable as some are, you are the most unpredictable superstar of them all and I knwo you planning on using that to your advantage. I won't be surprised if you try and pull out the same weapon you smashed into my tag partner, best friend, and godfather of my child. I won't be surprised if you pull out something else, like a baseball bat, or maybe an ace, call yourself Lumberjack Johnny.
Oh, wait. Mikey Tomkins does the whole lumberjack thing. Oops.
Yes, I do expect unpredictability from you, just like you should expect a first round loss to be handed to you by me. You may be unpredictable, but you make no mistake that I can expect anything from you and I will have eyes on the back of my head.
You should expect a first round loss to me because you have now made me feel the hate. What you set out to do since starting this whole new thing has now come and will bit you in the ass a few days from now. You will find yourself in the ring with the hungriest wrestler on the FGA roster. You will find yourself in the ring with a pissed off man, a man you attacked twice in one night. You will find yourself in the ring with a man who has more heart than any other superstar in the tournament.
You will face me and you will lose because I have waited for days now to get my hands on you and when I do, it means no good thing for you. It means that I will bring that unpredictability you're so well known for and I will use it to defeat you. I will lay everything on the line. I will risk my career and I will risk my life and in the end, I'll be the one standing over your body, moving on to the next round.
Johnny, you can be something, but not now. Now is my time. Now is where I try and do what I have been waiting, wanting, needing to do and that is become the company's top champion and it starts with you.
I expect you to give me your all, Johnny. I don't expect you to keep this match clean. It'll shock me if you do. All I expect from you is to bring me your best, just so I can make you see that I am better and that I want this more.
So, whether or not you bring Chaths, I don't care. Whether or not you try to attack me with a weapon, I don't care. All I care for is to move on and become the next number one contender to the FGA title and become the FGA champion.
And no matter who stands in my way, I will do just that because I AM THAT HUNGRY.
SEE YOU SOON.