Post by Mike Laszlo on Jun 26, 2017 3:32:01 GMT
Moments in the sun. We’ve all had them, we’ve all enjoyed them, and we relish the opportunity to step into that light again.
As the scene comes to and you see me up on the turnbuckle of a ring in my gym, my hands clasped in front of me, each finger intertwined with the next forming a ball of flesh, tendons, muscle, and bone that could easily cave in another human’s face if I wished to do so. My voice comes from beneath the hood of my jacket. I lift my head, my eyes piercing through your mind into the ever fleeting reaches of your soul. I need you to hear me. You need to hear me. So fucking pay attention would you?
I’m the only man in history to make Angel tap out in his entire career, a feat that not even Spike has accomplished in his decades of being around that man. I won the Heir to the Throne, and I’ve won Joker in the Pack...again, things that Spike hasn’t done. On his end, there’s a long running Man of Steel Title reign the exciting likes of which the man who held that record before him could never achieve...or could he? Your reign, the whole last few months of competition you’ve had Spike, it’s all a big joke...not just to me, but to you.
I point to the side.
Last time I got in front of this camera, I said the same of Cable’s reign, and it’s really no different. Over and over again, you beat guy after guy, most of which wouldn’t even really register on the Spike Kane challenger scale. If it wasn’t for you holding the Man of Steel you probably wouldn’t given those men the time of day, nor the opportunity to face you, and yes sir, it is a damn opportunity to be in that ring with someone as illustrious as you remind us all you are...just as I do...coincidence?
I shrug my shoulders.
I don’t know about you Spike, but I don’t just spew these accolades out to pat myself on the shoulder. I don’t just do it to remind the world of yester-year. No. I do it to remind them that I am every bit as skilled as any other competitor in that ring EVER...yourself included. I do it to remind them that I am a headliner in this company, this industry, and as much as that really eats away at your core, and no matter how much you verbally deny it...it still resonates deep in the recesses of your mind, and I think, on some level, you’re upset that you couldn’t stop it from happening.
IWF opened all that time ago, and we engaged in a verbal battle. I was the young up and comer, trying my best to challenge the older lion, and yes, I failed on multiple occasions, but there’s a bit of a moral victory in the fact that I didn’t just take my ball and walk away. I got back up every damn time you knocked me down, and while you were playing some fictional bullshit character, hanging people from crosses, and proclaiming yourself a God, I was scratching and clawing to get to the place where I knew I needed to be. I came from behind in that Heir to the Throne, and I, the proclaimed dark horse in that competition...WON THE WHOLE FUCKING THING!
I point out to the side again.
I took the doubters and the naysayers and I made them eat their words no matter how disgusting they tasted. I did the same when I beat Angel for that belt, and I did the same when I won the Joker In The Pack. It’s what I do; it’s what I truly relish the opportunity to do, and now, you’ve become one of them. You’re one of those people who stand there and tell me I can’t and come Bloody Assizes, I will stand in that ring with another self-professed “God”, and I will smack him right in the mouth, punch him in the face, and beat him into fucking submission like I did the last one...because that’s what I do.
I jump down from the turnbuckle and lean back into it with my arms crossed on my chest.
Spike, I don’t care how you go about things, your methods are meaningless to me. You can use your brute strength to try and display your dominance like you did at Open Fight Night, you can connive your way into a partner as you would later that night, and none of it means a damn thing come Bloody Assizes, because you’ve gone about with that fat inflated head of yours and underestimated the competitor I am. You’ve tried to strip me of the pride I have in myself and my accomplishments, and I’m telling you here and now...it ain’t gonna fly.
So now that you’ve become one of “them” you can watch another moment in history Spike, another of the long list you’ve seen in your illustriously long, drawn out career. You get to stand on the other side of the ring and watch my fist hit you in the mouth. You get to watch my knee concuss you from the side and the front. You then get to watch as I climb your supposed Mount Olympus and burn that piece of shit imaginary perch straight to the fucking ground.
You Spike Kane are a doubter of mine, and I swear to all that is holy...you will pay for your sins, you will pay for you remarks of disdain, and you will pay for your attempts of taking away my accomplishments.
My name is Mike Fucking Laszlo. I am the best wrestler walking the face of this planet. You...you’re just another guy playing “God” who will soon realize just how mortal he truly is.
The scene fades as the camera zooms in on my eyes filled with...pardon the pun...malicious intent.
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Title: Family Man Part 2: I Have To
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 10:54 AM Local Time (The night after Night of the Immortals)
I start to head for the door with Alexis as Britney runs toward us, grabbing my leg, clutching it, not letting go for anything.
Mike Laszlo: Sweetie, I gotta go. We got a plane to catch.
Britney Laszlo: Daddy, I don’t want you to go back to wrestling. We were having fun when you were home for as long as you were.
I understood her plea. It was quite a fun time being around my family and friends without the need for the work schedule that was professional wrestling. We went on vacations, and just all around had some family time, but as we all know, that itch...it’s always there. I leaned down on a knee and pushed her back ever so slightly.
Mike Laszlo: I know. We had fun. Don’t worry, just because me and Alexis are going back, that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun. You just have to finish school and then we can all go together traveling around the world.
It was right after Night of the Immortals. We were embarking on our European Tour, and it would be a change from the usual travel schedule as usually, we’d fly back after the show. This time, we’d be away for almost a month. Thankfully, my sister-in-law from my first marriage was home from school and volunteered to watch my daughter while Alexis and I were gone.
Mike Laszlo: Aunt Lindsay is fun too, isn’t she?
She shrugged her little shoulders. The look on her face told the story, and it wasn’t a very happy story at that.
Britney Laszlo: I guess. You’re more fun though.
I couldn’t help but smile. I thought for a moment and my eyes grew wide.
Mike Laszlo: I have an idea. How about, when your school is out for the year, I’ll have Aunt Lindsay pack up your thing, and hers, and I’ll bring the two of you to me?
Britney Laszlo: Where?
Mike Laszlo: Wherever we are at the time. It’ll be like nothing you’ve ever seen before in our travels over here. Across the big huge ocean they have buildings that are so old and special. They have all kinds of fun stuff, and I promise, when you two get there, we’ll go see everything we can.
Her little brown eyes got big as well. She was clearly excited and pulled from her downward spiral of sadness.
Britney Laszlo: Do you promise?
I nodded.
Mike Laszlo: Absolutely. In…
I pulled my phone out and looked at the calendar.
Mike Laszlo: In three weeks, your school will be out. I’ll make arrangements for the two of you to meet me, and you and Aunt Lindsay will jump on a plane and fly over to me and Alexis in LONDON! They have all kinds of stuff there for us to look at and see. You like the sound of that?
She nodded and I could see the smile on Lindsay’s face behind her. I glanced up with a smirk.
Mike Laszlo: I know you do.
She nodded before I looked back down at Britney.
Mike Laszlo: I’ll miss you while I’m gone.
Britney Laszlo: I miss you all the time when you’re gone.
I picked her up and gave her a kiss.
Mike Laszlo: Just think of all the adventures we’re gonna have in a couple of weeks okay? I promise, as soon as we land, I’ll do a video call for you.
Britney Laszlo: Okay. I love you Daddy.
Mike Laszlo: I love you too. Now go over by Aunt Lindsay. We got a plane to catch.
I set her down and she met Lindsay halfway as the two of them walked us out. Alexis and I got in the car and started to pull away as the two of them waved. I rolled the window down and waved back as we pulled off.
I sat back and sighed, a weight clearly being lifted from my shoulders. Alexis reached over, her hand grabbing my knee.
Alexis Caffrey: I know it’s hard.
I roll my head along the back of the seat, my cheek flush against the leather as I stare into her eyes.
Mike Laszlo: It gets harder every single time.
I slowly fall onto her shoulder. She grabs my head and comforts me as the scene fades while we make our way to the airport.
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It’s been over a year...quite a long time, don’t you think?
The scene opens and I’m seen in the same gym I was previously in, this time sitting on the edge of the apron, my hood pulled back, and my palms behind me on the mat, holding myself up.
It’s been that long since you screwed me out of the biggest opportunity in my career, and if you think for a single solitary second I forgot, or I’ve forgiven you, you’re sadly mistaken.
Roberto…
Last year, the world looks at the main event of Night of the Immortals, and they see you hitting Jake in the face with those brass knuckles, and they all think of the fact that you screwed him out of the Imperial Championship.
He wasn’t the only one.
I was there too you son of a bitch, and you took from me what Cable, my partner, clamors to the world every chance he gets. That was my moment to become the first ever two time Imperial Champion, and you denied me that opportunity.
I take in a deep breath as I look off to the side, clearly annoyed, my face scrunched up as I sarcastically nod.
But I get it.
You see, like the rest of the world, I’m not going to chastise you for your actions, because I understand them...I’ve been there. I’ve had that sweet nectar that is the top of the mountain top, and I would have done anything to keep it in my grasp, even punch my best friend in the face with a set of brass knuckles.
I’d do anything to get it again...and that’s part of why we’re in this little predicament we’re in, now isn’t it?
Cable wants a shot at the Imperial Championship…I want a shot at the Imperial Championship, and Spike Kane wants a shot. You’re under the assumption that you’re the rightful champion, and I can see why you’d think that, and personally, I might even be persuaded to agree with you on some of your points. We all have a legitimate claim to be in a match for the Imperial Championship, and we all believe we have what it take to dethrone the champion based on past experience, merit, or just plain delusion.
This little match is supposed to solve that. This match is supposed to put all the mockery and stupidity to rest isn’t it?
This is the match where Cable proves his ability to beat you in that ring. This is the match where I prove I can beat Spike in that ring. This isn’t about just pride, this is about the most sought after prize in this fucking company, and the fact that you view it as a simple pissing contest is kind of pathetic. The fact that you think this all a game week in and week out on television is downright disrespectful, not to me, not to Cable, not to Spike, but to the company you’ve worked long and hard to build over the last four years. I won’t let you disrespect what you’ve worked for, hell, I won’t let you disrespect what I’ve worked for since the beginning of this company.
I point out to my right side.
Despite what Spike seems to think, I’ve been here since Day One. Have I taken off to heal? To gather my thoughts? Sure. I’m not the only one, and I won’t be the last, and what that wannabe God, more like idiotic, delusional prick doesn’t seem to realize is, when I show up, the times I’ve been on programming in a match...I’ve won. I’ve come in, I’ve punched the time card, I’ve kicked ass, and I’ve gone about my business until the next opportunity has come.
That opportunity is now.
You see, I’m just as egotistical as the others. I believe I’m in line and at the top of the list for an Imperial Title Shot. However, unlike them, I’m not afraid to have to earn the right. I walked in, wanted a shot, and was told, “this is the hoop you need to jump through”. Unlike the others, I respect that process, and don’t ignore it like them based on a name. I’m not oblivious to the fact that Jake beat you and it’s his time to shine. I’m not oblivious to the fact that there’s two OTHER guys who want what I want. I’m not oblivious to the fucking fact that I have to beat them, best them, and outperform them to get to the end goal in which I covet.
I want a shot at the Imperial Championship, and I don’t give a damn who’s carrying it when I get the opportunity, and I don’t give a rat’s ass who I have to go through to get it. If it’s Cable...I will. If it’s Spike...I will. If it’s you...I will
I slide off the apron.
Because I’m Mike Laszlo...and I can.
As the scene comes to and you see me up on the turnbuckle of a ring in my gym, my hands clasped in front of me, each finger intertwined with the next forming a ball of flesh, tendons, muscle, and bone that could easily cave in another human’s face if I wished to do so. My voice comes from beneath the hood of my jacket. I lift my head, my eyes piercing through your mind into the ever fleeting reaches of your soul. I need you to hear me. You need to hear me. So fucking pay attention would you?
I’m the only man in history to make Angel tap out in his entire career, a feat that not even Spike has accomplished in his decades of being around that man. I won the Heir to the Throne, and I’ve won Joker in the Pack...again, things that Spike hasn’t done. On his end, there’s a long running Man of Steel Title reign the exciting likes of which the man who held that record before him could never achieve...or could he? Your reign, the whole last few months of competition you’ve had Spike, it’s all a big joke...not just to me, but to you.
I point to the side.
Last time I got in front of this camera, I said the same of Cable’s reign, and it’s really no different. Over and over again, you beat guy after guy, most of which wouldn’t even really register on the Spike Kane challenger scale. If it wasn’t for you holding the Man of Steel you probably wouldn’t given those men the time of day, nor the opportunity to face you, and yes sir, it is a damn opportunity to be in that ring with someone as illustrious as you remind us all you are...just as I do...coincidence?
I shrug my shoulders.
I don’t know about you Spike, but I don’t just spew these accolades out to pat myself on the shoulder. I don’t just do it to remind the world of yester-year. No. I do it to remind them that I am every bit as skilled as any other competitor in that ring EVER...yourself included. I do it to remind them that I am a headliner in this company, this industry, and as much as that really eats away at your core, and no matter how much you verbally deny it...it still resonates deep in the recesses of your mind, and I think, on some level, you’re upset that you couldn’t stop it from happening.
IWF opened all that time ago, and we engaged in a verbal battle. I was the young up and comer, trying my best to challenge the older lion, and yes, I failed on multiple occasions, but there’s a bit of a moral victory in the fact that I didn’t just take my ball and walk away. I got back up every damn time you knocked me down, and while you were playing some fictional bullshit character, hanging people from crosses, and proclaiming yourself a God, I was scratching and clawing to get to the place where I knew I needed to be. I came from behind in that Heir to the Throne, and I, the proclaimed dark horse in that competition...WON THE WHOLE FUCKING THING!
I point out to the side again.
I took the doubters and the naysayers and I made them eat their words no matter how disgusting they tasted. I did the same when I beat Angel for that belt, and I did the same when I won the Joker In The Pack. It’s what I do; it’s what I truly relish the opportunity to do, and now, you’ve become one of them. You’re one of those people who stand there and tell me I can’t and come Bloody Assizes, I will stand in that ring with another self-professed “God”, and I will smack him right in the mouth, punch him in the face, and beat him into fucking submission like I did the last one...because that’s what I do.
I jump down from the turnbuckle and lean back into it with my arms crossed on my chest.
Spike, I don’t care how you go about things, your methods are meaningless to me. You can use your brute strength to try and display your dominance like you did at Open Fight Night, you can connive your way into a partner as you would later that night, and none of it means a damn thing come Bloody Assizes, because you’ve gone about with that fat inflated head of yours and underestimated the competitor I am. You’ve tried to strip me of the pride I have in myself and my accomplishments, and I’m telling you here and now...it ain’t gonna fly.
So now that you’ve become one of “them” you can watch another moment in history Spike, another of the long list you’ve seen in your illustriously long, drawn out career. You get to stand on the other side of the ring and watch my fist hit you in the mouth. You get to watch my knee concuss you from the side and the front. You then get to watch as I climb your supposed Mount Olympus and burn that piece of shit imaginary perch straight to the fucking ground.
You Spike Kane are a doubter of mine, and I swear to all that is holy...you will pay for your sins, you will pay for you remarks of disdain, and you will pay for your attempts of taking away my accomplishments.
My name is Mike Fucking Laszlo. I am the best wrestler walking the face of this planet. You...you’re just another guy playing “God” who will soon realize just how mortal he truly is.
The scene fades as the camera zooms in on my eyes filled with...pardon the pun...malicious intent.
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Title: Family Man Part 2: I Have To
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 10:54 AM Local Time (The night after Night of the Immortals)
I start to head for the door with Alexis as Britney runs toward us, grabbing my leg, clutching it, not letting go for anything.
Mike Laszlo: Sweetie, I gotta go. We got a plane to catch.
Britney Laszlo: Daddy, I don’t want you to go back to wrestling. We were having fun when you were home for as long as you were.
I understood her plea. It was quite a fun time being around my family and friends without the need for the work schedule that was professional wrestling. We went on vacations, and just all around had some family time, but as we all know, that itch...it’s always there. I leaned down on a knee and pushed her back ever so slightly.
Mike Laszlo: I know. We had fun. Don’t worry, just because me and Alexis are going back, that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun. You just have to finish school and then we can all go together traveling around the world.
It was right after Night of the Immortals. We were embarking on our European Tour, and it would be a change from the usual travel schedule as usually, we’d fly back after the show. This time, we’d be away for almost a month. Thankfully, my sister-in-law from my first marriage was home from school and volunteered to watch my daughter while Alexis and I were gone.
Mike Laszlo: Aunt Lindsay is fun too, isn’t she?
She shrugged her little shoulders. The look on her face told the story, and it wasn’t a very happy story at that.
Britney Laszlo: I guess. You’re more fun though.
I couldn’t help but smile. I thought for a moment and my eyes grew wide.
Mike Laszlo: I have an idea. How about, when your school is out for the year, I’ll have Aunt Lindsay pack up your thing, and hers, and I’ll bring the two of you to me?
Britney Laszlo: Where?
Mike Laszlo: Wherever we are at the time. It’ll be like nothing you’ve ever seen before in our travels over here. Across the big huge ocean they have buildings that are so old and special. They have all kinds of fun stuff, and I promise, when you two get there, we’ll go see everything we can.
Her little brown eyes got big as well. She was clearly excited and pulled from her downward spiral of sadness.
Britney Laszlo: Do you promise?
I nodded.
Mike Laszlo: Absolutely. In…
I pulled my phone out and looked at the calendar.
Mike Laszlo: In three weeks, your school will be out. I’ll make arrangements for the two of you to meet me, and you and Aunt Lindsay will jump on a plane and fly over to me and Alexis in LONDON! They have all kinds of stuff there for us to look at and see. You like the sound of that?
She nodded and I could see the smile on Lindsay’s face behind her. I glanced up with a smirk.
Mike Laszlo: I know you do.
She nodded before I looked back down at Britney.
Mike Laszlo: I’ll miss you while I’m gone.
Britney Laszlo: I miss you all the time when you’re gone.
I picked her up and gave her a kiss.
Mike Laszlo: Just think of all the adventures we’re gonna have in a couple of weeks okay? I promise, as soon as we land, I’ll do a video call for you.
Britney Laszlo: Okay. I love you Daddy.
Mike Laszlo: I love you too. Now go over by Aunt Lindsay. We got a plane to catch.
I set her down and she met Lindsay halfway as the two of them walked us out. Alexis and I got in the car and started to pull away as the two of them waved. I rolled the window down and waved back as we pulled off.
I sat back and sighed, a weight clearly being lifted from my shoulders. Alexis reached over, her hand grabbing my knee.
Alexis Caffrey: I know it’s hard.
I roll my head along the back of the seat, my cheek flush against the leather as I stare into her eyes.
Mike Laszlo: It gets harder every single time.
I slowly fall onto her shoulder. She grabs my head and comforts me as the scene fades while we make our way to the airport.
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It’s been over a year...quite a long time, don’t you think?
The scene opens and I’m seen in the same gym I was previously in, this time sitting on the edge of the apron, my hood pulled back, and my palms behind me on the mat, holding myself up.
It’s been that long since you screwed me out of the biggest opportunity in my career, and if you think for a single solitary second I forgot, or I’ve forgiven you, you’re sadly mistaken.
Roberto…
Last year, the world looks at the main event of Night of the Immortals, and they see you hitting Jake in the face with those brass knuckles, and they all think of the fact that you screwed him out of the Imperial Championship.
He wasn’t the only one.
I was there too you son of a bitch, and you took from me what Cable, my partner, clamors to the world every chance he gets. That was my moment to become the first ever two time Imperial Champion, and you denied me that opportunity.
I take in a deep breath as I look off to the side, clearly annoyed, my face scrunched up as I sarcastically nod.
But I get it.
You see, like the rest of the world, I’m not going to chastise you for your actions, because I understand them...I’ve been there. I’ve had that sweet nectar that is the top of the mountain top, and I would have done anything to keep it in my grasp, even punch my best friend in the face with a set of brass knuckles.
I’d do anything to get it again...and that’s part of why we’re in this little predicament we’re in, now isn’t it?
Cable wants a shot at the Imperial Championship…I want a shot at the Imperial Championship, and Spike Kane wants a shot. You’re under the assumption that you’re the rightful champion, and I can see why you’d think that, and personally, I might even be persuaded to agree with you on some of your points. We all have a legitimate claim to be in a match for the Imperial Championship, and we all believe we have what it take to dethrone the champion based on past experience, merit, or just plain delusion.
This little match is supposed to solve that. This match is supposed to put all the mockery and stupidity to rest isn’t it?
This is the match where Cable proves his ability to beat you in that ring. This is the match where I prove I can beat Spike in that ring. This isn’t about just pride, this is about the most sought after prize in this fucking company, and the fact that you view it as a simple pissing contest is kind of pathetic. The fact that you think this all a game week in and week out on television is downright disrespectful, not to me, not to Cable, not to Spike, but to the company you’ve worked long and hard to build over the last four years. I won’t let you disrespect what you’ve worked for, hell, I won’t let you disrespect what I’ve worked for since the beginning of this company.
I point out to my right side.
Despite what Spike seems to think, I’ve been here since Day One. Have I taken off to heal? To gather my thoughts? Sure. I’m not the only one, and I won’t be the last, and what that wannabe God, more like idiotic, delusional prick doesn’t seem to realize is, when I show up, the times I’ve been on programming in a match...I’ve won. I’ve come in, I’ve punched the time card, I’ve kicked ass, and I’ve gone about my business until the next opportunity has come.
That opportunity is now.
You see, I’m just as egotistical as the others. I believe I’m in line and at the top of the list for an Imperial Title Shot. However, unlike them, I’m not afraid to have to earn the right. I walked in, wanted a shot, and was told, “this is the hoop you need to jump through”. Unlike the others, I respect that process, and don’t ignore it like them based on a name. I’m not oblivious to the fact that Jake beat you and it’s his time to shine. I’m not oblivious to the fact that there’s two OTHER guys who want what I want. I’m not oblivious to the fucking fact that I have to beat them, best them, and outperform them to get to the end goal in which I covet.
I want a shot at the Imperial Championship, and I don’t give a damn who’s carrying it when I get the opportunity, and I don’t give a rat’s ass who I have to go through to get it. If it’s Cable...I will. If it’s Spike...I will. If it’s you...I will
I slide off the apron.
Because I’m Mike Laszlo...and I can.
Well howdy there pardner.