Dig Deep

[Jensen Banks]

[THOUGHT] 

I took my eyes off of the prize. I looked too far ahead and it cost me tonight. 

Yes, I lost to Jimmy Page. Sure, he used the steel turnbuckle, but that is no excuse, I should have seen that coming and I should have not lost, but I did. For the first time in 351 days, I have looked up the lights, shoulders down on the mat, and heard the ref count the three and the bell ring and not my name being yelled out. And it was all because I looked too far ahead. 

Jimmy Page escaped with a win against me because I was stupid enough to let him escape with the victory. Is he a great wrestler? Sure, but he escaped with that victory tonight. I know I can be better than Jimmy Page, but Q will look at this loss and think that I did indeed get lucky at Above and Beyond II, which is fine by me.  

He's been thinking that since the day I was announced his number one contender. Now, that I lost, he has no fear of me. He knows how to beat me now. He knows that I can indeed be put down and while that may not spell the greatest news for me, it is actually music to my ears. I want Q to know that he can indeed keep me down for the three count. I want him to have that confidence going into the match, because it;s going to backfire on him. 

Chris Q will take me on at Respect is Earned and will think that I will be a pushover. He will think that he may finish just in time to go and catch the new season of Real Housewives of Orange County or Glee. Whatever floats that bastard's boat. 

Good, he can continue to think that, I really don't care. I'll listen to him during his on camera time. I'll listen to each and every word so that I know exactly what words he has to eat. So that I know what to replay over and over again and smile and laugh at while I look at the FGA Heavyweight title that I WILL win. 

Chris Q wants to break me in half so that he can scare off any other contenders. So that nobody would even dare to stop his reign of terror. 

Like I said before, I don't fear Q. I'll look that son of a bitch in the eye and I'll spit in his face if I want to. When I watched his match with Madman...I learned what to do to win this match my way. The clean way. 

I may not earn Q's respect by the end of the night, but I'll earn a hell of a lot more respect from others. I won't earn his respect, but I don't want his respect and he sure as hell doesn't want mine, which is fine by me. I don't expect any handshakes or hugs or even a congratulatory remark from Q. I just expect a victory. 

And that is exactly what I'm going to get.

---

October 14th, 2013 

The Residence of the Sands Family 

Cincinnati, Ohio 

I have not been able to sleep for the past two days and this is about to be the third day straight. Ever since last Friday, the night before my match against Jimmy Page, I laid in bed and could not close my eyes and fall into a state of dreaming. I tried to count sheep, tried to just shut my eyes and think of happy thoughts, but I got absolutely nothing. Instead, I stared at the eggshell white painted ceiling and let the thoughts run through my head. Thoughts about my match with Jimmy Page and how the stakes were being raised each and every single week. Thoughts on the whole back and forth thing I was having with Q. Thoughts about my wife and my son, who were both here in Cincinnati while I was in Dearborn at the time. And most importantly, thoughts about my uncle and how I truly had not heard from him for the past two weeks now. It was like he had disappeared, which might have indeed happened. All of that ran through my head during my match and I lost. Perhaps I am thinking too much.

Now, I sit in a chair, only wearing my briefs and nothing else. I stare at the outside and watch the sun slowly begin to rise to start up another morning here in Cincinnati, usually one of the cooler temperature now that October was kicking in. The blinds of the top floor balcony windows have been pushed aside, allowing me to see a full view of what the sky looks like, the slight shade of orange from the sun seeping through. It is a beautiful sight and I don't mind staring at it any other day, but today feels more like a job of doing so. The bags under my eyes are evident now, no matter how hard I can try and hide them from my wife or anyone else. I am not taking the loss of that match to Jimmy Page terribly. I am taking the other stuff happening in my life terribly. Out of everything, the death of my uncle.

I don't know why I feel so bad. The bastard only ever saw me as a money sign, but that meeting at the diner opened my eyes. He did or does not see me as a dollar sign anymore. He sees me as the nephew he coached in little league baseball when my dad couldn't. If he is indeed dead, then I guess I could say it was his fault, though I could have prevented him from walking to his death. Perhaps I feel guilt, but when I usually feel guilt, I go and drink, which I haven't done in over a year, when I felt the guilt of my friend having to quit wrestling for a while to see if he could heal up properly. No, this is not guilt that I'm feeling.

Sean Sands: What am I feeling right now? Why do I feel like this?

I say this all out loud because I know that neither my kid or my wife will hear me say any of this, both fast asleep. I know that right now, they think I am the facade I put up, though I doubt a one year old can think much of anything. They think I'm very happy, even with this last loss, but I am not. I feel as if I am mourning my father's death all over again. And perhaps I am.

Perhaps I feel sad that my uncle may indeed be dead and that I will never talk to him ever again. While he was a coldhearted bastard, one thing he was great with was talking to me about my career. I never made a stupid choice in my career and the fact that I joined FGA was the first decision I made without his counsel shows me that if it wasn't for those years of his counsel, I would not have made the right choice. I would not be the current contender to the FGA Heavyweight championship and the next FGA Heavyweight champion. It was because of him a "Sand Attack" t-shirt was in sale on the FGA shop. It was because of him that the Above and Beyond II DVD has my face on it along with three others. It was because of my uncle Mark that my career is now at the highest point it has ever been.

I hear the top step of the stairs creek as weight has been put upon it. Someone's coming downstairs and I know that it is my wife for she is the only that can use both of her legs to walk and is one of two people upstairs. I continue to stare out of the window, obviously pretending not to hear her coming down the stairs. As her feet hit the last step, I turn my head around, trying to muster up a smile so that she will suspect that nothing is wrong.

Sean Sands: Morning, Tracy.

She stands there, dressed in her light blue pajama bottoms and matching pajama shirt, hair a complete mess, and looking tired as hell. She seems to have had the same lack of sleep as I, but I try to act like I don't notice as she slowly walks towards me, almost like a zombie.

Tracy Sands: Sean? What the hell are you doing up so early?

Sean Sands: Couldn't sleep.

While it is not the complete truth I am telling her right now, it is still somewhat true. I never like lying to Tracy, especially since she is the only one who is willing to deal with me the way I am. My mother does it as well, but it's mostly because I am her kid. While two out of three of my brothers could not care less for whatever could happen to me and would hurt me themselves if they could.

Tracy makes her way around the chair and ends up sitting on my lap before pressing her lips up against my left cheek and planting a kiss. I just smile as she leans and puts her head on my left shoulder, looking st me with curiosity.

Tracy Sands: Why couldn't you sleep?

Sean Sands: ...I...I don't really know. I guess because of work? You know me. If I really want to sleep, I'll pass out like a bear in hibernation. So, I guess it's work that has been irking me.

She sighs as she takes her head off of my shoulder and looks right at me, a look of annoyance on her face as she does so. Usually when I get that look it is a bad thing and right now, I really don't feel like listening to one of her little speeches about how I deal with work.

Tracy Sands: Is this about the fact that your streak ended?

Sean Sands: No, it's not.

Tracy Sands: Honey, it's fine. You went 351 days without being pinned. Not many men can say they have been able to do that.

Sean Sands: Trust me, Tracy. It's not that. It's something completely else.

I am trying not to say anything else. I really don't want my wife to worry at all about me and this is something that I should be dealing with by myself. This stress and guilt and sadness I feel needs to be kept under wraps, at least until after "Respect Is Earned". Hell, I can explode in the ring and just go off on Q, but something tells me I won't need Q to be a stress ball for me just because of that. Q has gotten on my goddamn nerves and soon, I will be meeting him inside that squared circle...and I honestly don't know how to feel about it.

Am I scared to face Q? Am I excited to face Q? Am I in-between about facing Q? I mean, I obviously have to make my decision as to how I feel about this match or I'm going in there not knowing how to feel about it. And when I do that, I've lost. I obviously cannot be cocky heading into this match with Q because that would be throwing up a facade. Do I have confidence in myself? Yes. But, my overconfidence has been my downfall, time and time again.

When I held the UCW tag team titles with my brother, I got overconfident and we dropped them to a tag team that was wrestling their first ever match. The same thing happened with the NWA tag titles, losing them to a rookie and a veteran who were at each others' throats. I lost the EAW TV title in my first defense to my best friend, Xavier Daniels, all because I thought nobody could beat me. And just recently, I lost to Jimmy Page because I got overconfident. Because I thought that Page wouldn't be the tough opponent that everyone was making him out to be, but he was. He was good, but if I had just paid attention to him and not thought about Q and my upcoming match...I could have won.

Tracy Sands: Earth to Sean!

I snap out of my trance, not realizing that I was in one in the first place. I look over at Tracy, who is looking at me, right eyebrow raised in curiosity. She hates it when I go into a train of thought and tune out everything else. To be honest, I kinda hate it when I do it, too.

Tracy Sands: You ok?

Sean Sands: Yeah, I'll be fine. Were you saying something?

Tracy Sands: Is it Q? Is it the title match?

I sigh as I stare down at the wooden floor. I don't know what to tell her. I don't know how to say anything to her right now because I can't tell her about my uncle and what had happened. I have been keeping her in the dark about this part of my life mostly. I did not want her to feel the same crap I was feeling right now. So, when I look up at her, I can only say one thing.

Sean Sands: Yes, it's Q. I think the pressure is on me and that losing feels like not an option for the time being. I just am stressed out about the match right now. That's all it is, honey.

She'll buy this, right?

Tracy Sands: Honey, you shouldn't be stressed. If you are stressed, you won't perform well. I want you to do me a favor.

She places one hand on each of my shoulder before taking a deep breath. It is now my turn to raise an eyebrow and look at her with curiosity.

Sean Sands: Um...what the hell are you doing?

Tracy Sands: I want you to breath in and out once and release some of your stress. Give it to me.

I decide to do what she asks and I breathe in slowly, then breath out at the same rate before "releasing the tension" on my shoulders. A smile appears on my wife's face as she removes her hands from my shoulders and gets off of me. I give her a small smile before getting up from the seat myself and wrapping my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug.

Sean Sands: Thank you.

She thinks she has helped me, but now I feel even worse. I can't wait for October 26th to roll around. I need to feel less stressed. I need to just fight this fight. I may even need to win. Scratch that, I NEED TO WIN.

---

March 30th, 2012 

University of Cincinnati Hospital 

Cincinnati, Ohio 

I quickly hurried through the doors, breathing heavily from running from the parking lot to inside the hospital. I made my way towards the front desk and looked at the woman behind it. The woman was Caucasian, had long blonde hair and green eyes, and was dressed in a nurse gown, just like some of the other woman nearby. She looked at me, surprised at the way I was acting, but still keeping a look of seriousness about her. I accidentally slammed my hands on the counter as I leaned forward and said...

Sean Sands: I need to find him. Where is my dad? What room?

The woman looked at me for a slight second, wondering if I was even able to breath at the time or whether I was going to require assistance. It is not like I was tired, but the addition of stress with the running made it hell for me to be able to catch my breath. It was as if I was claustrophobic and the room was closing in on me.

Front Desk Woman: Calm down, sir. Who is it that you are looking for?

Sean Sands: My father. Patrick Sands. Where is he?

The front desk woman quickly types on her computer before pressing the "enter" key on the keyboard. I watched her as she scrolled down the list before finding my father's name.

Front Desk Woman: Aha. He is in room 113.

Sean Sands: Thank you.

I didn't even wait another second. As soon as she told me the room number, I hauled ass towards the direction of the room. I quickly sidestepped multiple obstacles on my way to the room, avoiding a man been pushed in a wheelchair by one of the male nurses, the man in the wheelchair not looking like one who may be getting out of it sooner or later. I also avoided a woman walking out of a room with her infant child in her hands.

As I turned the corner, I saw room 110 and knew I was in the right hallway. I quickly headed down the hall and upon finding room 113, I opened the door and stormed into the room to find my dad, heavily bandaged and strapped to a breathing machine to help him. A nurse, around the age of 50, with raven hair is on the right side of the bed while my mother is on the left side, holding my dad's left hand. My mother turned to see me and I made my way towards her, placing my hand on her right shoulder as I watched the breathing machine work to keep my dad alive.

Sean Sands: Who did this?

Gina Sands: I don't know, Sean. He was just looking for your uncle and the next thing I know...

She stopped as she began choking up, trying to hold back the tears for me and for my dad, who may or may not be listening to us as we spoke. She didn't want to feel like that and I knew it, but she didn't need to be strong for me. I had to be strong for her.

Sean Sands: I can't believe this, mom. How could Uncle Mark do that?

Gina Sands: I don't know.

I removed my hand off of my mom's shoulder and began clenching my fists, trying to hold back the anger I had towards my uncle. He was the reason my father was barely alive, strapped onto a breathing machine, trying to clutch at life with all of his might. I would never forgive my uncle and if I ever saw him, I would kill him.

Sean Sands: I have to go...

Gina Sands: Where are you going?

She turned around and looked at me, a look of worry upon her face. At the time, the location was anywhere, but I knew my mother wanted a straight up answer. I knew she was worried and knew of my anger issues. Knew what I could do if someone truly did set me off and got me into pure anger. Got me to hate them so much that I was willing to bust a bottle over their head. That I was willing to wrap my hands around their neck and squeeze until their face turned into a dark red, then a slight blue like those choking in cartoons.

Sean Sands: I'm going for a walk. Gotta think.

I did not leave her a chance to talk to me or to try to change my mind as I made my way out of the hospital room and headedout of the hospital room, looking for one person and one person only.

Mark Sands.

---

October 23rd, 2013
Unknown Location

The room, which seem to have a 20 foot roof, is practically empty, barring a few chairs here and there and the ladder in the middle of the room that could possibly hold a wedding reception inside of it. The camera quickly moves around the room and in one of the scattered chairs, arms folded and leaning on the back of the chair as he sits on it, the number one contender to the FGA Heavyweight title, Sean Sands. There is no real emotion on his face as the camera closes in on him, ready to shoot his usual promo for the next FGA show.

You know, most people would feel absolutely devastated losing in a match to a relative newcomer before heading into their biggest match of their careers. They would begin to wonder and fear of stepping up to the biggest dog in the yard after losing to a person some would call an up-and-coming dog. A dog that is quickly making his way to the top of the pyramid. Yes, most people would indeed feel as if they can not do any better and would just forfeit the match instead of risking the chance of getting their ass handed to them on a silver platter by the best wrestler in the federation.

Me, on the other hand? I feel much differently. For the first time since my hand was raised and I was declared the winner of the Frontier Lions Cup for 2013, I have been stressing more and more after each match, trying to make sure I have a spotless record heading into the iPPV main event against Chris Q. Trying to show everyone that I truly do deserve this shot at the FGA Heavyweight championship. That I am no one night miracle that won't be able to repeat his success ever again.

Sean sighs as his right hand goes up and scratches his beard, which seems to have grown since the last time he was in an FGA taping, where he brawled with Chris Q in the parking lot before being speared through the window which laid both men out. The pouches underneath his eyes are clearly a dark color, signaling that lack of sleep that most wrestlers seem to have. That most wrestlers have a few days before the biggest match in their careers.

But, that didn't really happen, did it? I mean, I went toe-to-toe with Johnny Karma and ended up beating him, avoiding that obstacle. Then, I ran into the much greater obstacle of Malcolm Drake and I took him on and pinned him, fair and square. But, the obstacle that tricked me, that seemed to befuddle to the point where I was defeated was none other than a blazing newcomer in Jimmy Page. Everyone picked me to win and were expecting me to hand Jimmy Page his first ever FGA loss, but Page was smarter than the others before. He saw what the others didn't see and that is that I was looking too far ahead. He got me and managed to pin me fair and square, though some would say using the exposed turnbuckle was cheating, but I don't think so.

So, I guess now I should probably be curled up in a ball on the ground, sobbing real mermaid tears and forfeiting my title match at Respect Is Earned, yeah?

Sands shakes his head.

No, that won't be happening. There will be no crying or forfeiting here. There will only be two words that I have to say to Jimmy Page about our match and those two words are...

THANK YOU.

Sands now slowly begins to nod, trying to assure the viewers, one possibly being the man who ended his streak of being "unpinnable", Jimmy Page. Sands leans off of the chair and the camera is pulled back a little, obviously not trying to get too much of Sands' face and trying to catch the FGA "Sand Attack" shirt he is wearing so as to do some promotion. The emotionless demeanor still remains on Sands's face, but the nodding on the head stops as Sands's brown eyes focus on the camera.

Thank you, Jimmy Page. For the first time in my life, I have had no problem with losing because you did me a favor, Jimmy. You did me quite possibly one of the biggest favors anyone has ever done for me and you did it without even trying to do it. You were just trying to win and by winning, you take this huge boulder off of my shoulders and have me prepared for Chris Q more than ever. I have no worries about putting my "unpinnable" streak on the line and I have no worries about looking like a fool in front of that Toronto crowd because now I have what I need.

I have nothing to lose. Rewind the clocks back to Above and Beyond II and I am back there, the same exact mentality as the mentality I plan on taking into Respect Is Earned and that main event. For the first time in about two months, I have nothing to lose. I walk into Respect Is Earned as the challenger and wither I walk out as the FGA Heavyweight champion or I walk out the same way I walked in, without a strap around my waist.

Sands runs his the fingers of his left hand through his hair, that brown mane of his similar to one of a lion, as he looks down at the ground. The camera tries to move around to face him, but he does not want to look up at the camera as he says this next part.

As much as I hate to admit it, and I REALLY HATE to admit this, Chris Q is quite possibly one of the greatest wrestlers I have ever seen grace the ring. He is a shitty human being, but he is a great wrestler, no matter what opinion I have of him as a person. And the fact is, nobody can deny it. Nobody can say that Q isn't one of the best that they have ever faced because Q has run through them like a goddamn steamroller. Q has taken out men like Bob Pooler, the current Pride Champion Chris Bond, and even regained the title he likely will have never lost against Dom Harter in that lumberjack which I had the privilege of watching from the back.

No, Q is not a terrible wrestler. Q is the best FGA has to offer and until someone can knock him down from that mountain and take that figurative and literal title off of him, he will remain as the best that FGA has to offer. Everyone they have thrown at Q, and he has managed to either defeat them or leave them with a long lasting impression. Hell, he's beaten some men for only a few seconds and they haven't had the pride to come back into an FGA ring, like A.J. Fairchild. As much as I dislike the guy, something you can never take away from Q is his accomplishments.

Q is the only two time FGA Heavyweight champion and if it wasn't for that slight mark against Dom Harter, he would likely be the longest reigning FGA Heavyweight champion. Imagine that. You are the longest reigning champion of a long line of great champions like Ben Hanson and Chandler Scott. Men who are either at the top of other companies or enjoying time off or are even retired and enjoying a normal life. To be the longest reigning top champion of one of the best federations in the United States, if not the world...imagine that.

Sands seems to zone out as he continues to look down at the ground, shaking his head and giving a few random "huh" noises. Finally, after a few seconds, Sands looks up at the camera, a slight smirk on his face.

I take nothing from Chris Q heading into the match. I know that he is dangerous and is willing to resort to anything to anything to keep his hands on the FGA title. That he is willing to make me bleed, break my bones, and even beat me half to death. I know what Chris Q cause I have either seen it or I have felt his wrath and felt his power.

Sands takes his right hand and feels the small healing cuts and the few noticeable ones on his back, reminding him once again of the parking lot brawl. The parking lot brawl that ended up with both men getting checked out by EMTs and having to check up with doctors to get medically cleared for the title match. A small smile cracks on the face of the 29 year old from Cincinnati.

And knowing Chris Q, he will probably make a statement along the lines of breaking me and bending me like a pretzel before pinning me just like someone else. This threat he makes against me, I know he plans on at least trying to make sure he makes that statement truly become a reality. Q is a dangerous man and since I've become contender, many people have tried to give me tips and such on how to take the least of a beating against Christopher.

Some have told me that I should try to play mind games with him and try to scare him like I am some sort of boogeyman. Others have told me to get the first shot in and during the match, try to keep him down instead of letting him up to his feet. And others have told me to completely avoid him cause he's a goddamn psychopath and have even told me to just give up my title shot and save my short career before it is ended at his hands. And every time someone has given me a tip, I have thanked them for that because all of these tips that have been given to me tell me exactly what to do and that is to ignore each and every one of them.

I love getting tips from other pros and even some fans, but when it comes to Chris Q, there is only one thing I can take and I think Madman Szalinski really touched on it when he spoke about Q before their match. As that bell rings, I just have to walk up to Q, look at him right in the eyes, should he decide to take those sunglasses off, and tell him that I am going to make him remember my name, win or lose. I am going to give him the fight that he has wanted from so many contenders and at the end of that match, I will either leave him satisfied or I will leave him stunned, but I will leave him feeling one of those two feelings.

Sands now gets up from his seat and makes a slow walk over to the ladder, though the camera focuses on Sands and does not catch any of the ladder Sands is heading to. Sean only stares at the ladder that is only a few steps away from him, but continues to speak, not wanting to waste the precious minutes he has to speak.

You know, when I won the Frontier Lions Cup, the furthest thing from my mind was the fact that I became the number one contender to the FGA Heavyweight championship. In fact, I had forgotten all about the title shot that came with winning the cup. But, then it hit me that I would get you in the ring and we would duke it out like two men fighting like everything is on the line. Only now, like I said before, nothing is on the line for me and that is what makes me dangerous, Chris Q. That is what makes me quite possibly the best contender you have to the title. Pooler was fighting for the Murder and knew that if he lost, he would be losing that pride of his and would hurt the Murder's stock. Fairchild had to prove that he was no one day miracle, like you claim I am, Chris. Harter had to prove that he is a dangerous guy and can become Heavyweight champion. You can continue going down that list of your contenders and my name sticks out because I come into this match, nothing around my waist.

I know what you're thinking. You can still probably take my dignity, my pride, my will to fight, right? You can still turn me into a shell of myself and turn me into a completely new person. But, you won't be able to take that from me. No, you won't take my dignity. You already tried it by pissing over my stuff, but I just had that stuff tossed, shook it off, and moved on. You will try to take my pride, but as long as I fight like the fighter that I am, I will forever be proud of myself. You will try to take my will to fight and unless you plan on killing me or breaking me in half, than you should probably know that my will to fight will still be in here, ready to go at any second. And that is is the man you have to go up against, Christopher.

Sean looks at the camera for the first time and motions to himself before taking two more steps and reaching the ladder. He makes his way to the right side of the ladder and continues to look at the camera, which has made it's way around, the cameraman visibly sweating behind it.

I rented out this ballroom out for a reason, Q. It wasn't just to place down items you can find underneath the ring, though I guess I got far too many chairs in here. Q, this ladder here is a symbol for FGA. It is the "Ladder of FGA" and each step of the ladder contains name of the people on the FGA roster. First, we start at the bottom step where we find names like...

Sands grabs three big cards with names on them and reads them before revealing them to the camera.

Bushido, Nate Adams, and Troy Vincet. All newcomers and all starting from the bottom like you and I, Q. Then, we move on to the next step where we find names like....

Sean has already tossed the first three names as he makes his way onto step one before picking up the cards on step two. He flips them over for the camera to see once more after reading them.

Anton Chase and Jason Richards. Men who have not had the fate that we have had, Q. Men who have been around for a couple of months now, one longer than me, but can't be in the same spot we are in. But, perhaps they will find the same fate that has met us, Q. Then, we move up the ladder even more.

Those two cards are tosses aside as Sands makes his way up to the second step before grabbing another two cards on step three and looking them over before performing his showing to the camera.

And we see names like Johnny Karma and Malcolm Drake, men who are fighting for or are holding titles lower in priority than the one you have draped across your right shoulder, but still titles with some prestige behind them. Men who have made some time here and have won their fair share of matches to where their names can be linked to FGA. I used to be one of these men heading into Above and Beyond II and at one point, you were too, Q.

Sean tosses aside those two cards as he makes it up to the third step before grabbing the two cards off of the top step. He flips only one over as he holds the other one in his left hand and away from the camera's view.

Dom Harter. Dom Harter is still one of the best talents on the roster and still has a rematch for the FGA title. Harter has made his way up the ladder a bit more differently than us two, but more like me than you, Q. Dom won the Gold Rush Rumble and earned a shot at the title, which he defeated you for, though the ending is a bit of a gray area so to speak. Dom Harter is one step away from being at the top of the mountain....

Sands tosses the Harter card away before turning the other card in his left hand.

JUST...LIKE...ME.

Right now, many people say I'm nipping at your heels while others say that I am more or less your bitch. But, both you and I know that I am just like Harter in this "Ladder of FGA". I am only one step away from reaching the top and standing there, seeing the sights and smelling that smell of victory. But, I'm not there yet. There is still someone standing in my way of reaching the top.

Sands keeps the card with his name on it tucked underneath his left arm as he climbs to the fourth step and we finally see what is at the top of the ladder. It is a stuffed doll version of Chris Q, but looking more like the "Mini Me" version of Q. Sands grabs doll Q by the back of the neck before looking down at the camera.

Chris Q stands at the top. Chris Q is the big, bad dog in the yard. Chris Q, you are the someone standing in my way. You are the only one I have to get through to get to the FGA title and like I told you before, I have everything to gain and you have everything to lose. For me, I lose and I just take a few steps down the ladder and nobody cares about me again. For you...you lose and you take a step down until you have no idea how you got there.

The cost and reward is much different between the two of us and I love it. Remember when I told you that when I get the chance, I would knock you off the top of the FGA mountain? Well, I lied. I'm just going to throw you off the top of the "Ladder of FGA" if I get the chance.

Sands lifts the doll Q up by the neck and moves him over before dropping him, causing doll Q to fall all the way to the ground, making a little noise as the camera manages to catches all of that. Sands takes this time to make his ascension to the top of the ladder, pulling the sign from under his arm and holding it in front of him with both hands as the cameraman takes a few steps back so as to catch Sands fully at the top. The camera zooms in on Sands, who just stares at it as he holds the card with his name on it like someone who had just gotten arrested and was being pressed charges against.

I said before that win or lose, I will walk away with my dignity, pride, and will to fight. Well, this is what will happen in that "off chance" that you lose to someone that isn't as talented as you. As dangerous as you. As angry as you. I get my chance in just a few days and in just a few days, I will try my hardest to knock you off of the top of the ladder and make my ascension to the top of it.

Q, you are the king of the jungle. The volatile lion willing to rip through anyone who crosses him, especially animals weaker and not as strong as him, like zebras. But, I'm not a zebra. I am just another lion,  looking to take your job as king of the jungle and if I just get the chance, I will become the king of the jungle and I will take the volatile lion out. And if I can't do it...I'll dig deep and make sure that the volatile knows there is someone out there willing to take them to their limit and give them absolute hell here.

They call you the Big Bad because you actually live up to the name, Q. There is nobody as vile and as hated as you. Well, I guess on October 26th, we'll see if the Big Bad meets the Greater Good.

I will give you everything I got and more and at the end of the night, I walk out as the winner, no matter what happens.

See you soon.