Lionheart
Sept 13, 2013 13:15:08 GMT -5
Post by Jensen Banks on Sept 13, 2013 13:15:08 GMT -5
September 1st, 2013
Sean's Home
Cincinnati, Ohio
Sean's Home
Cincinnati, Ohio
I landed in Cincinnati only about an hour and a half ago. The whole checking out and going through gates and finding my luggage and all that stuff was literally exhausting. But, I managed to go through without any problems and I had found my luggage only about 15 minutes into searching, which was a new record for me. It usually took me like half an hour to do so, so I was just happy to get the hell out of the airport and be able to be picked up by my own brother, John.
Now, I stand in front of the front door to my house, my gym bag slung over my left shoulder and my travel suitcase in my right hand. I hear the driver's side car door slam shut as my brother has finally made his way out of his car. All I can think of right now is the fact that I had made my wife a promise and I kept it.
I won the Frontier Lion's Cup. I earned my shot at the FGA Heavyweight championship. Soon, I'll make the promise that I will come back home as the FGA Heavyweight champion.
I feel my brother's right hand hit me right in the back before he makes his way ahead of me and pulls out the spare key I had given him a few months back when I had purchased this house. Back when I had a lot of money to spare. Now, half of everything I earn goes into my son's college fund. Goes into his future so that he won't have to worry about money, just like I worry about money now, praying that I know how to manage the money I have saved up well enough to never have to worry.
John Sands: You coming in?
I zone out of my train of thought and notice that I have been staring at the ground for the past minute or so. I look up at John and smirk, shaking my head while doing so.
Sean Sands: Yeah, of course.
I walk up to the door next to Jon, where he proceeds to motion to me to turn the knob and open the door so that I can be first to enter my house. And I do just that as I feel the cold metal knob on my right hand before I turn it and push the door open, feeling the energy of the house hit me. The smells of food hitting my nostrils and the whispers of people hitting my ears. AS soon as I enter the house, the darkness inside quickly disappearing as the lights came on and the voices boomed out loud.
"SURPRISE!"
Sean Sands: Oh, holy crap! What the hell?!
I look around the house and see a plethora of my friends and neighbors all throughout the living room, popping out from behind the couches and tables, all dressed for a party while I just wore a pair of black jeans and a black v-neck. I smiled as I watched my wife, Tracy, with our son, Stefan, in her arms make her way over to me, where she proceeded to kiss me right on the lips before looking up at me with those big blue eyes of hers. I continue to smile as I look at my son, who seems to be making more gurgling noises than anything else. I kiss him once in the forehead before looking back at my wife, wondering what the hell is going on right now.
Tracy Sands: You like the party?
Sean Sands: Tracy, what is this for?
Tracy Sands: You know what this is for. This is a congratulations party!
I look at the living room and see the banner. In big, bold letters, the banner said "Congrats Sean". I am stuck in place as my eyes drift away from the banner and I see all of the familiar faces that I am used to seeing almost daily and some faces I haven't seen in months, even years.
I feel my brother pat me on the back once more before he makes his way into the living room, where Tracy and I follow with our son. The first person to greet me in that room is my uncle Jessie, where we greet with a firm handshake. As I make my way across the room, I shake many hands and I give many hugs as people either whisper congratulatory remarks in my ear or just say the remark out loud. After going through the entire room and meeting up with many people, I finally make it into the kitchen with Tracy following right behind me, leaving the baby in the arms of her own sister.
Sean Sands: Jesus, how many people did you invite, Trace?
Tracy: Just some family and friends...
Sean Sands: I'm pretty sure I saw my third grade teacher and he isn't family or a friend. Asshole gave me a D in math. Told me I would never amount to anything.
I walk over to the fridge and pull on the handle, opening it up and arching my back so that I can see what is inside the fridge. I look and see a few bottles of water in there. I reach in and grab one before pulling it out of the fridge and shutting the fridge door shut. As I untwist the cap off of the bottle of water, I feel arms wrap around my waist and my wife press her head up against my back. I crack a small smile as I drink out of the bottle of water.
Tracy Sands: You know I was just doing this to celebrate your victory.
Sean Sands: I know. And I appreciate it.
I take another drink out of the bottle of water before twisting the cap back on it.
?: Well, I hate to say I told you so, but I told you you could make it.
I look to my left as I feel my wife's arms leaving my waist. My eyes widen as I stare at the man in the doorway, not having seen him in months, believing him to be dead.
Now, I stand in front of the front door to my house, my gym bag slung over my left shoulder and my travel suitcase in my right hand. I hear the driver's side car door slam shut as my brother has finally made his way out of his car. All I can think of right now is the fact that I had made my wife a promise and I kept it.
I won the Frontier Lion's Cup. I earned my shot at the FGA Heavyweight championship. Soon, I'll make the promise that I will come back home as the FGA Heavyweight champion.
I feel my brother's right hand hit me right in the back before he makes his way ahead of me and pulls out the spare key I had given him a few months back when I had purchased this house. Back when I had a lot of money to spare. Now, half of everything I earn goes into my son's college fund. Goes into his future so that he won't have to worry about money, just like I worry about money now, praying that I know how to manage the money I have saved up well enough to never have to worry.
John Sands: You coming in?
I zone out of my train of thought and notice that I have been staring at the ground for the past minute or so. I look up at John and smirk, shaking my head while doing so.
Sean Sands: Yeah, of course.
I walk up to the door next to Jon, where he proceeds to motion to me to turn the knob and open the door so that I can be first to enter my house. And I do just that as I feel the cold metal knob on my right hand before I turn it and push the door open, feeling the energy of the house hit me. The smells of food hitting my nostrils and the whispers of people hitting my ears. AS soon as I enter the house, the darkness inside quickly disappearing as the lights came on and the voices boomed out loud.
"SURPRISE!"
Sean Sands: Oh, holy crap! What the hell?!
I look around the house and see a plethora of my friends and neighbors all throughout the living room, popping out from behind the couches and tables, all dressed for a party while I just wore a pair of black jeans and a black v-neck. I smiled as I watched my wife, Tracy, with our son, Stefan, in her arms make her way over to me, where she proceeded to kiss me right on the lips before looking up at me with those big blue eyes of hers. I continue to smile as I look at my son, who seems to be making more gurgling noises than anything else. I kiss him once in the forehead before looking back at my wife, wondering what the hell is going on right now.
Tracy Sands: You like the party?
Sean Sands: Tracy, what is this for?
Tracy Sands: You know what this is for. This is a congratulations party!
I look at the living room and see the banner. In big, bold letters, the banner said "Congrats Sean". I am stuck in place as my eyes drift away from the banner and I see all of the familiar faces that I am used to seeing almost daily and some faces I haven't seen in months, even years.
I feel my brother pat me on the back once more before he makes his way into the living room, where Tracy and I follow with our son. The first person to greet me in that room is my uncle Jessie, where we greet with a firm handshake. As I make my way across the room, I shake many hands and I give many hugs as people either whisper congratulatory remarks in my ear or just say the remark out loud. After going through the entire room and meeting up with many people, I finally make it into the kitchen with Tracy following right behind me, leaving the baby in the arms of her own sister.
Sean Sands: Jesus, how many people did you invite, Trace?
Tracy: Just some family and friends...
Sean Sands: I'm pretty sure I saw my third grade teacher and he isn't family or a friend. Asshole gave me a D in math. Told me I would never amount to anything.
I walk over to the fridge and pull on the handle, opening it up and arching my back so that I can see what is inside the fridge. I look and see a few bottles of water in there. I reach in and grab one before pulling it out of the fridge and shutting the fridge door shut. As I untwist the cap off of the bottle of water, I feel arms wrap around my waist and my wife press her head up against my back. I crack a small smile as I drink out of the bottle of water.
Tracy Sands: You know I was just doing this to celebrate your victory.
Sean Sands: I know. And I appreciate it.
I take another drink out of the bottle of water before twisting the cap back on it.
?: Well, I hate to say I told you so, but I told you you could make it.
I look to my left as I feel my wife's arms leaving my waist. My eyes widen as I stare at the man in the doorway, not having seen him in months, believing him to be dead.
At Above and Beyond II, I claimed the Frontier Lion's Cup.
After surviving three different opponents in one night, I was able to earn the title of number one contender to the FGA Heavyweight championship. Now, my sights are set to that goal. To become the next FGA Heavyweight champion.
It's funny that only a few weeks ago, I wasn't even a blip in most of your radars. I was a nobody who was about as easy to beat as taking out the trash. That I was a worthless loser who was going to see his way out of FGA soon enough.
But, while you were all thinking this, I still remained unpinnable. That even though I was only 2-3, I had lost two of those in tag matches and one in a fatal four way, where I was not directly involved with the end result of those matchups. But, when it comes to just a one-on-one fight, you best believe that I will remain unpinnable. That I will bust my ass to remain unpinnable. That I will do anything that is legal in a match in order to walk out and remain UNPINNABLE.
And does Karma have the fight in him to put an end to that? Perhaps...
I mean, look at what Karma has done in his time here. Became the Iron Man of the Gold Rush rumble and continues to carry that Iron Man trophy around to show everybody what he has done in the past. He has gone to war and has taken wrestlers like Wayne Carruthers to their limit. Some say that Johnny Karma is the best wrestler in FGA to have never held an FGA championship.
That is not a false statement. Karma is good. He's very good. Has great wrestling ability and knows his way around the ring. He is the next big thing in FGA. And I'm not saying that to kiss his ass. I don't even need to do that. Karma knows he's good, but only time will tell.
Can Johnny Karma defeat me?
Yes, he can.
WILL he defeat me?
Not a chance in hell.
You see, Karma can go on his show and call me as many nicknames as he wants, which I know is what is going to happen. But, to be truthfully honest with all of you, this act is running kinda thin. He can try and talk about how he is the Karmic Lion and if indeed that is true, then at Milwaukee, I will not only have possession of the Lion's Cup, but I will also have possession of the Lion's heart.
You see, you can keep walking around here, chewing your mouth loudly and flapping your gums, but when you enter that ring, I suggest cutting that shit off. I suggest getting serious for once in your life because both you and I know, you need this victory bad.
But you are not going to get it. You won't get it because you have to face the man who did what you couldn't do and that is defeat Chaths to become the number one contender to the FGA heavyweight title. You have to face the man that you mocked when you saw him wrestle, thinking he would never be a blip on your radar, but is now coming straight towards you and will be packing quite a punch.
You can carry that little Iron Man trophy around, but when it comes down to it, that is a reminder of how close you keep getting, but can never claim the prize. You can never say I was the top dog for once and outlasted all my co-workers. No, you can't and it's a big, fat shame.
And you know what the funniest thing is? You could have been the winner of this year's Frontier Lion's Cup. You could have claimed the prize. But you didn't because one thing stood in your way. It wasn't Chaths. It wasn't that Cherry Baum chick. IT WAS YOU.
You cost yourself the chance at the prize. You can try and blame Chaths or myself or even Alexia Brandt cause she took a little energy out of you, but the only person you can really blame is yourself. Chaths or myself or Brandt didn't screw Johnny Karma. Nobody but Johnny Karma screwed Johnny Karma.
And in Milwaukee, it'll be the same story all over again. Except, instead of having to watch from backstage me get my hand raised in victory, you'll be watching from the mat, looking up at me.
Go ahead and make as much fun of me as you like. Stroke your own ego.
I'll just do what I do best and win.
That's a promise.
February 2012
Sean Sands' Home
Cincinnati, Ohio
After surviving three different opponents in one night, I was able to earn the title of number one contender to the FGA Heavyweight championship. Now, my sights are set to that goal. To become the next FGA Heavyweight champion.
It's funny that only a few weeks ago, I wasn't even a blip in most of your radars. I was a nobody who was about as easy to beat as taking out the trash. That I was a worthless loser who was going to see his way out of FGA soon enough.
But, while you were all thinking this, I still remained unpinnable. That even though I was only 2-3, I had lost two of those in tag matches and one in a fatal four way, where I was not directly involved with the end result of those matchups. But, when it comes to just a one-on-one fight, you best believe that I will remain unpinnable. That I will bust my ass to remain unpinnable. That I will do anything that is legal in a match in order to walk out and remain UNPINNABLE.
And does Karma have the fight in him to put an end to that? Perhaps...
I mean, look at what Karma has done in his time here. Became the Iron Man of the Gold Rush rumble and continues to carry that Iron Man trophy around to show everybody what he has done in the past. He has gone to war and has taken wrestlers like Wayne Carruthers to their limit. Some say that Johnny Karma is the best wrestler in FGA to have never held an FGA championship.
That is not a false statement. Karma is good. He's very good. Has great wrestling ability and knows his way around the ring. He is the next big thing in FGA. And I'm not saying that to kiss his ass. I don't even need to do that. Karma knows he's good, but only time will tell.
Can Johnny Karma defeat me?
Yes, he can.
WILL he defeat me?
Not a chance in hell.
You see, Karma can go on his show and call me as many nicknames as he wants, which I know is what is going to happen. But, to be truthfully honest with all of you, this act is running kinda thin. He can try and talk about how he is the Karmic Lion and if indeed that is true, then at Milwaukee, I will not only have possession of the Lion's Cup, but I will also have possession of the Lion's heart.
You see, you can keep walking around here, chewing your mouth loudly and flapping your gums, but when you enter that ring, I suggest cutting that shit off. I suggest getting serious for once in your life because both you and I know, you need this victory bad.
But you are not going to get it. You won't get it because you have to face the man who did what you couldn't do and that is defeat Chaths to become the number one contender to the FGA heavyweight title. You have to face the man that you mocked when you saw him wrestle, thinking he would never be a blip on your radar, but is now coming straight towards you and will be packing quite a punch.
You can carry that little Iron Man trophy around, but when it comes down to it, that is a reminder of how close you keep getting, but can never claim the prize. You can never say I was the top dog for once and outlasted all my co-workers. No, you can't and it's a big, fat shame.
And you know what the funniest thing is? You could have been the winner of this year's Frontier Lion's Cup. You could have claimed the prize. But you didn't because one thing stood in your way. It wasn't Chaths. It wasn't that Cherry Baum chick. IT WAS YOU.
You cost yourself the chance at the prize. You can try and blame Chaths or myself or even Alexia Brandt cause she took a little energy out of you, but the only person you can really blame is yourself. Chaths or myself or Brandt didn't screw Johnny Karma. Nobody but Johnny Karma screwed Johnny Karma.
And in Milwaukee, it'll be the same story all over again. Except, instead of having to watch from backstage me get my hand raised in victory, you'll be watching from the mat, looking up at me.
Go ahead and make as much fun of me as you like. Stroke your own ego.
I'll just do what I do best and win.
That's a promise.
February 2012
Sean Sands' Home
Cincinnati, Ohio
?: You can make it in this business. Don't let anyone tell you differently.
I stared at the contract in front of me, pen in my left hand with the cap removed. I had just been mailed my EAW contract and was reading it over when my uncle, Mark Sands, pulled into the driveway with his brand new BMW, wearing a brand new Armani suit, which looked to be tailor made for him.
Mark was a successful sports agent here in Ohio and I had even hired him to be my sports agent, knowing I could trust my uncle more than I could trust some slimeball looking to get a huge cut out of my paycheck.
Sean Sands: And what if I don't? What if I crash and burn?
Mark Sands: Then your family will be right here to support you with whatever you want to do. You are a three time tag team champion. It is time for you to swing for the big leagues!
I sighed as I looked down at my contract, not sure as to what I should do. After a few seconds, I looked back up at Mark, who gave me a thumbs up and a reassuring nod of his head. I took yet another deep breath before touching the pen tip to the paper and placing my signature on the contract. After finishing the loops and the swirls in my signature, I handed the contract over to Mark, who looked at it with a smile on his face before folding it up and picking up the return envelope that sat next to me on the bench outside.
Sean Sands: I honestly hope that I can do well and that I can help my family out even more with this money. Cause, if I don't...I don't even know how I will feel. I just can't fail. That is all I know.
As Mark finished placing the folded up contract into the envelope, he sealed it tight before placing it in the inside suit pocket. He then made his way over to the bench and sat right next to me, letting out a sigh as he did.
Mark Sands: Some day, you'll see how great you are and you won't have to worry about failing.
Sean Sands: But, when will that day be?
I stared at the contract in front of me, pen in my left hand with the cap removed. I had just been mailed my EAW contract and was reading it over when my uncle, Mark Sands, pulled into the driveway with his brand new BMW, wearing a brand new Armani suit, which looked to be tailor made for him.
Mark was a successful sports agent here in Ohio and I had even hired him to be my sports agent, knowing I could trust my uncle more than I could trust some slimeball looking to get a huge cut out of my paycheck.
Sean Sands: And what if I don't? What if I crash and burn?
Mark Sands: Then your family will be right here to support you with whatever you want to do. You are a three time tag team champion. It is time for you to swing for the big leagues!
I sighed as I looked down at my contract, not sure as to what I should do. After a few seconds, I looked back up at Mark, who gave me a thumbs up and a reassuring nod of his head. I took yet another deep breath before touching the pen tip to the paper and placing my signature on the contract. After finishing the loops and the swirls in my signature, I handed the contract over to Mark, who looked at it with a smile on his face before folding it up and picking up the return envelope that sat next to me on the bench outside.
Sean Sands: I honestly hope that I can do well and that I can help my family out even more with this money. Cause, if I don't...I don't even know how I will feel. I just can't fail. That is all I know.
As Mark finished placing the folded up contract into the envelope, he sealed it tight before placing it in the inside suit pocket. He then made his way over to the bench and sat right next to me, letting out a sigh as he did.
Mark Sands: Some day, you'll see how great you are and you won't have to worry about failing.
Sean Sands: But, when will that day be?
I've been told that the best wrestler is not the one who is the fastest, or the strongest, or even the biggest. It is not the one who has an IQ of 172 or has been known to murder people for fun. It is not the one who keeps "good company" or the one who stands alone.
The best wrestlers are those that have what so little truly have.
Heart.
The best wrestlers in the world can be as cocky as they wanna be, as murderous as they wanna be, as big of sore losers as they want to be, but if they have the heart, then they can claim the name of the best.
Chris Q? He is the FGA heavyweight champion. Does he have the heart? Let me get back to you on that one because this isn't about Chris Q.
This is about Johnny Karma.
Johnny Karma claims himself to be one of the best wrestlers to ever grace the Frontier WRESTLING Arts. Like I have said before, Karma has the skill set.
He has the moves, in case you haven't been paying attention to Frontier Grappling Arts at all. Johnny Karma can go toe-to-toe with anyone you send down to that ring to face him. He knows that, I know that, those in the roster know that, and even the fans have to admit that they know that. Karma talks a big game, but sometimes he can back it up with what he does in the ring.
And sometimes, he looks like a fool. Sometimes he does not come close to backing it up, like the Frontier Lion's Cup. He basically said that he had the tournament in the bag, but what happened? He was bounced out in the second round by another person who was not even on his radar. Somebody eh thought that wasn't on his level. Yeah, Karma has the skill, but he doesn't even know how to use it.
JK has the charisma to become a big star in this business. Many say that this is just the start for the Karmic Lion. He took Jay Pride, the former PWF Heavyweight champion, to the limit and even came close to defeating him. And the fans want to watch Karma. Some because they love him and others because they would just love to punch his smug face in. Johnny Karma, and as much as I hate to say this, is a draw. He makes you want to watch him in the ring and hopefully get his ass kicked.
But, how long is that going to last? Charisma can only get you so far, Johnny Boy. You can have charisma shooting out of your ass, but you will never be considered the best wrestler. You make people want to watch you, but like I said before, how long until your act runs out? How long until the fans start chanting "boring" over and over again every time you talk on that mic or wrestle in that ring? You know just as well as me that your charisma may be big, but it can run off at any point. It can disappear just like that and you are stuck having to wrestle people you think are beneath you, but can be considered a better wrestler than you. You have the charisma, but you still hold not a singe strap to your name. Your Iron Man trophy is just a reminder of what will be running out for you soon enough. Save your charisma, Johnny. You're going to need it.
Then, we come to the third checkbox. Heart. Does Johnny Karma have heart?
Hmmm, that's like asking if Red Bull ACTUALLY gives you wings. No, Johnny Karma misses the most important part that is keeping him from becoming a great wrestler. From becoming one of the best. Something men like Chris Bond and J.T. Cash had that he doesn't have. That's heart. And when I mean heart I mean determination. Continuing that will to keep on fighting more and more and more because every single match you are in should be treated as if you are fighting for that prize. As if you lose, you will lose everything. By heart, I mean that you will fight like everything is on the line every single time you enter that ring. Your career, your life, EVERYTHING.
And you don't fight like that Johnny. I do.
I may not have the same charisma that you do or the same skillset that you have, but I do have the only thing I need. Something that can't be taught or learned. Because charisma can be learned. Because I can learn new wrestling moves to use in my moveset, like how I added the brainbuster a few months ago. I can learn different skills.
YOU CAN'T LEARN HEART. YOU JUST CAN'T.
And that is your problem right there. If you think your ego is going to be the thing that makes you lose this match, think again. It's your want, YOUR NEED to win this match that will screw you in the end. Like I said, Johnny Karma is going to screw Johnny Karma. Nobody else.
In Milwaukee, you will see true heart in front of your very own eyes as I kick you in the head and lay you out on the mat before hooking your legs for a three count.
I expect a fight, but I also expect a victory. And I knwo I will get both, Karma.
See ya soon...
September 1st, 2013
Sean's Home
Cincinnati, Ohio
The best wrestlers are those that have what so little truly have.
Heart.
The best wrestlers in the world can be as cocky as they wanna be, as murderous as they wanna be, as big of sore losers as they want to be, but if they have the heart, then they can claim the name of the best.
Chris Q? He is the FGA heavyweight champion. Does he have the heart? Let me get back to you on that one because this isn't about Chris Q.
This is about Johnny Karma.
Johnny Karma claims himself to be one of the best wrestlers to ever grace the Frontier WRESTLING Arts. Like I have said before, Karma has the skill set.
He has the moves, in case you haven't been paying attention to Frontier Grappling Arts at all. Johnny Karma can go toe-to-toe with anyone you send down to that ring to face him. He knows that, I know that, those in the roster know that, and even the fans have to admit that they know that. Karma talks a big game, but sometimes he can back it up with what he does in the ring.
And sometimes, he looks like a fool. Sometimes he does not come close to backing it up, like the Frontier Lion's Cup. He basically said that he had the tournament in the bag, but what happened? He was bounced out in the second round by another person who was not even on his radar. Somebody eh thought that wasn't on his level. Yeah, Karma has the skill, but he doesn't even know how to use it.
JK has the charisma to become a big star in this business. Many say that this is just the start for the Karmic Lion. He took Jay Pride, the former PWF Heavyweight champion, to the limit and even came close to defeating him. And the fans want to watch Karma. Some because they love him and others because they would just love to punch his smug face in. Johnny Karma, and as much as I hate to say this, is a draw. He makes you want to watch him in the ring and hopefully get his ass kicked.
But, how long is that going to last? Charisma can only get you so far, Johnny Boy. You can have charisma shooting out of your ass, but you will never be considered the best wrestler. You make people want to watch you, but like I said before, how long until your act runs out? How long until the fans start chanting "boring" over and over again every time you talk on that mic or wrestle in that ring? You know just as well as me that your charisma may be big, but it can run off at any point. It can disappear just like that and you are stuck having to wrestle people you think are beneath you, but can be considered a better wrestler than you. You have the charisma, but you still hold not a singe strap to your name. Your Iron Man trophy is just a reminder of what will be running out for you soon enough. Save your charisma, Johnny. You're going to need it.
Then, we come to the third checkbox. Heart. Does Johnny Karma have heart?
Hmmm, that's like asking if Red Bull ACTUALLY gives you wings. No, Johnny Karma misses the most important part that is keeping him from becoming a great wrestler. From becoming one of the best. Something men like Chris Bond and J.T. Cash had that he doesn't have. That's heart. And when I mean heart I mean determination. Continuing that will to keep on fighting more and more and more because every single match you are in should be treated as if you are fighting for that prize. As if you lose, you will lose everything. By heart, I mean that you will fight like everything is on the line every single time you enter that ring. Your career, your life, EVERYTHING.
And you don't fight like that Johnny. I do.
I may not have the same charisma that you do or the same skillset that you have, but I do have the only thing I need. Something that can't be taught or learned. Because charisma can be learned. Because I can learn new wrestling moves to use in my moveset, like how I added the brainbuster a few months ago. I can learn different skills.
YOU CAN'T LEARN HEART. YOU JUST CAN'T.
And that is your problem right there. If you think your ego is going to be the thing that makes you lose this match, think again. It's your want, YOUR NEED to win this match that will screw you in the end. Like I said, Johnny Karma is going to screw Johnny Karma. Nobody else.
In Milwaukee, you will see true heart in front of your very own eyes as I kick you in the head and lay you out on the mat before hooking your legs for a three count.
I expect a fight, but I also expect a victory. And I knwo I will get both, Karma.
See ya soon...
September 1st, 2013
Sean's Home
Cincinnati, Ohio
Sean Sands: You son of a bitch!
I release the bottle from the grip of my hand before running towards Mark and grabbing him by the collar. I slam his back right up against the nearby kitchen wall before taking my left hand and placing it around his neck, my frustrations running extremely high. I have just snapped.
Sean Sands: HOW DARE YOU?! How dare you pull that shit and fake your own death? Huh?! HUH?!
Tracy Sands: Sean, let him go!
I can see that I am indeed clutching at my bastard uncle's throat with a very forceful grip, so I remove my hand from around his throat before looking over at Tracy.
Sean Sands: Get everyone out of here...NOW!
She looks at me for a few seconds before letting out a sigh and hurrying out into the living room. I can hear her whistle to get everyone's attention before I hear her begin to make the announcement that the party is over, offering up the excuse that I have a headache and need some sleep.
After I hear the feet of the attendants of the surprise party file towards the main entrance door, I turn back to my uncle, who has gotten some breath back and is now looking at me with wide eyes.
Mark Sands: You better keep that anger in check, boy.
Sean Sands: You are lucky I don't murder you right now.
Mark Sands: Why would you murder an already dead man?
I stare at Mark for a few seconds before backing off and allowing him to get his back off the wall. A smirk comes onto my face as I begin to lightly chuckle, Mark following along in the chuckling. After a few seconds, I jsut shrug my shoulders before swinging my left hand, closed fist, and connecting right to his jaw. He falls right to the ground and looks up at me, holding his jaw as he seems stunned.
Sean Sands: I will never forgive you for what you did to my family, especially my father. If I ever see your face again, I will murder you. I swear on my father's grave. Now, get the hell out of my house and never look back. Never look back, cause if you do...you will ruin my life again.
I release the bottle from the grip of my hand before running towards Mark and grabbing him by the collar. I slam his back right up against the nearby kitchen wall before taking my left hand and placing it around his neck, my frustrations running extremely high. I have just snapped.
Sean Sands: HOW DARE YOU?! How dare you pull that shit and fake your own death? Huh?! HUH?!
Tracy Sands: Sean, let him go!
I can see that I am indeed clutching at my bastard uncle's throat with a very forceful grip, so I remove my hand from around his throat before looking over at Tracy.
Sean Sands: Get everyone out of here...NOW!
She looks at me for a few seconds before letting out a sigh and hurrying out into the living room. I can hear her whistle to get everyone's attention before I hear her begin to make the announcement that the party is over, offering up the excuse that I have a headache and need some sleep.
After I hear the feet of the attendants of the surprise party file towards the main entrance door, I turn back to my uncle, who has gotten some breath back and is now looking at me with wide eyes.
Mark Sands: You better keep that anger in check, boy.
Sean Sands: You are lucky I don't murder you right now.
Mark Sands: Why would you murder an already dead man?
I stare at Mark for a few seconds before backing off and allowing him to get his back off the wall. A smirk comes onto my face as I begin to lightly chuckle, Mark following along in the chuckling. After a few seconds, I jsut shrug my shoulders before swinging my left hand, closed fist, and connecting right to his jaw. He falls right to the ground and looks up at me, holding his jaw as he seems stunned.
Sean Sands: I will never forgive you for what you did to my family, especially my father. If I ever see your face again, I will murder you. I swear on my father's grave. Now, get the hell out of my house and never look back. Never look back, cause if you do...you will ruin my life again.