JABolich
League Member
"You're such a f(FCC)in' sellout."
There was nobody else in sight, but it didn't really matter, as the man known as Christian Sands was addressing himself. As he leaned back in the driver's seat of his black Lamborghini, he gazed blankly out the windscreen at the Cricket Arena, a scowl etching itself across his bronzed face. Never in a million years had he actually thought he'd be showing up there to take part in a CSWA television taping.
Then again, life tended to throw him curveballs now and then. Certainly he hadn't expected his brother to come back and jump in a year ago, among other things.
This was different, though. He'd had no control over Devon's arrival. This, on the other hand, was a result of his own conscious choice. He had, after all, signed his name on the contract.
The decision had seemed quite rational at the time. In his two years as a professional talent he'd proven himself all over the world to be one of the best in the business. He'd laid claim to his first World Title, wrestled his first truly epic match at GWE's Battleground Britain, and generally opened eyes everywhere he went. In spite of all that, though, he'd never even considered jumping to the CSWA. When his GXW brethren had jumped en masse just after his appearance, he chose not to follow. Then again, he wasn't ready at the time.
So what was his excuse when he WAS ready? Probably burnout and prior commitments - or injury, thanks to Devon.
When he'd returned to the business, he'd made the choice to explore new avenues of success, penning a contract with NFW before even considering returning to GXW. The decision had paid off - between NFW, EPW, and GWE, he'd risen higher than he'd ever thought possible. After all that, jumping over to the CSWA seemed to be the logical next step. He'd proven himself everywhere he'd went, so why not take the next big step and reach for success on the biggest stage of them all?
Perhaps it was the environment in which he'd dwelt that influenced his delayed arrival. When he first arrived on the pro scene, the GXW invasion of the CSWA was under way, creating a certain amount of tension between the two promotions. Thus, the CSWA had always seemed to be the enemy to Sands - to sign with them was to sell one's soul to the devil.
A rueful smirk touched his face. Seeing through that GXW-induced stigma had taken him awhile, but he'd done it.
He let out a slow breath, gazing out at the arena again. Sure, they'd stuck him on the B show, but that wouldn't last long once Merritt realized the caliber of talent he'd picked up. With a dry smile, Sands depressed the gas and urged the car forward into the Cricket Arena's parking garage.
"You wanted new blood, Chad... you've got it."
There was nobody else in sight, but it didn't really matter, as the man known as Christian Sands was addressing himself. As he leaned back in the driver's seat of his black Lamborghini, he gazed blankly out the windscreen at the Cricket Arena, a scowl etching itself across his bronzed face. Never in a million years had he actually thought he'd be showing up there to take part in a CSWA television taping.
Then again, life tended to throw him curveballs now and then. Certainly he hadn't expected his brother to come back and jump in a year ago, among other things.
This was different, though. He'd had no control over Devon's arrival. This, on the other hand, was a result of his own conscious choice. He had, after all, signed his name on the contract.
The decision had seemed quite rational at the time. In his two years as a professional talent he'd proven himself all over the world to be one of the best in the business. He'd laid claim to his first World Title, wrestled his first truly epic match at GWE's Battleground Britain, and generally opened eyes everywhere he went. In spite of all that, though, he'd never even considered jumping to the CSWA. When his GXW brethren had jumped en masse just after his appearance, he chose not to follow. Then again, he wasn't ready at the time.
So what was his excuse when he WAS ready? Probably burnout and prior commitments - or injury, thanks to Devon.
When he'd returned to the business, he'd made the choice to explore new avenues of success, penning a contract with NFW before even considering returning to GXW. The decision had paid off - between NFW, EPW, and GWE, he'd risen higher than he'd ever thought possible. After all that, jumping over to the CSWA seemed to be the logical next step. He'd proven himself everywhere he'd went, so why not take the next big step and reach for success on the biggest stage of them all?
Perhaps it was the environment in which he'd dwelt that influenced his delayed arrival. When he first arrived on the pro scene, the GXW invasion of the CSWA was under way, creating a certain amount of tension between the two promotions. Thus, the CSWA had always seemed to be the enemy to Sands - to sign with them was to sell one's soul to the devil.
A rueful smirk touched his face. Seeing through that GXW-induced stigma had taken him awhile, but he'd done it.
He let out a slow breath, gazing out at the arena again. Sure, they'd stuck him on the B show, but that wouldn't last long once Merritt realized the caliber of talent he'd picked up. With a dry smile, Sands depressed the gas and urged the car forward into the Cricket Arena's parking garage.
"You wanted new blood, Chad... you've got it."