Post by Mike Laszlo on Aug 4, 2013 16:30:40 GMT
What’s left to say when the words are meaningless and the facade is so transparent and weak that the illusion should no longer be upheld?
I sit here today a man who can be the brashest of brash, but it is not out of ignorance. It’s a camouflage to make everyone think that all of the truths of this world haven’t gotten to me. It’s a barrier, and a thick one at that to make you believe that I am mentally invincible and can do no wrong.
So now I answer the question of what’s left…
THE TRUTH!
Here is the truth of the situation I am in; the facts that people have been dying to hear come from my mouth. They wait for that inkling, that glimmer of hope that Mike Laszlo isn’t a machine programmed to spout off at the mouth but rather a human being who is oh so much more. The facts are as follows:
First of all, since the beginning of the IWF I am indeed its best performer and when “Cult of Personality” hits the speakers in the arena, each and every person sitting there, whether they boo me or cheer, no that they are in for the highlight match of the night. Win, lose, or draw, that is what happens and the rest of you in the back know it.
That’s where the positives end.
The negatives are bolder and plain as day, held up by statistics and the record books.
I have two wins and seven losses in this company.
The circumstances vary but the fact of the matter is, I’ve been losing more than I’ve been winning.
I’ve gotten shots at both the Heavyweight Title and the Imperial Title, and both times I’ve lost said opportunity.
Keeping in mind that I am not one now, nor will I ever be one to admit that anyone is better than me on a permanent basis, there are those have been better than me on the nights we’ve faced off.
Brad Kane and Tifa Heafy
InFamous
Xavier Cross
Lex Sense
HonorBound;
On the nights that we had our encounters, you all won and for that you should be commended. Your team or you as an individual defeated me or my team and that will never be disputed.
For so long, a little over two months I put up the façade that I could do no wrong. No loss hurt me and I was still to be considered as the best this company had to offer. Now although I still believe that I am in that upper echelon, there’s a different mindset. The losses hurt. For so long I held up the illusion, and in the end, it didn’t blind those outside of it from seeing through, it blinded me from seeing out. The bubble was a thick insulated barrier and it was a high that few could ever imagine. I didn’t want to come down from it, but I have.
Reality says that you must admit failure to succeed. Admittance is more than just the first step in a rehab program boys and girls; it’s a big first step in the game of life. To admit failure, to admit fault, it is all one step forward for me. For you see, to truly learn from a mistake you must realize that it is there. I’ve had a week for these things to go through my head, and now is the time for that admittance.
Monday night, I team up with Doc and I have a chance to avenge wrongs that have been committed. This is a redemption match for me that nobody can truly understand, and it is yet also a chance for me to prove myself when all eyes are on me; something I haven’t been able to do consistently since the inception of the IWF.
I have a chance to avenge my loss to Xavier Cross at Bloody Assizes. I have a chance to show the world that I can stand up and take on the best this company officially has to offer. I take on the man who became and still is the first ever Heavyweight Champion and a man whom I didn’t even get a chance to wrestle in the Heir To The Throne Title, the first ever Imperial Champion, Joe Everyman.
These two accomplished what I wanted and I realize to get there again I have to beat them in that ring. I have a quest, and it starts Monday on Sacrifice.
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Title: Admittance
Location: Detroit, Michigan
Time: 10:50 AM Local Time
As I look around I see nothing but despair. I never liked the city of Detroit. Being a Clevelander, and a fan of all their sports teams, Detroit was a rival. The Tigers and the Indians always battling it out for division superiority and this year is no different. The Cavs and the Pistons, a young LeBron James being shut down by the former champion Pistons only to rise up and finally get that win, catapulting all the way to the NBA Finals, and to a lesser degree, the Lions and Browns in the Battle of Lake Erie every year. Despite all of that. Despite my dislike for the city, I look around and even I feel pity. This place is literally the toilet of America.
Once promising buildings, fully of flourish and potential now sit un-used, boarded up and abandoned. The streets that were once full of people going about their daily lives were bare, and rather than those people you see trash blowing in the wind. Looking around I couldn’t help but smirk as a bag blew by me, kicked up in the air, did a loop and somehow made it into a window that was busted open. Trick shot indeed.
You might ask why I’m here. Why I have brought you all to this place where I walk down the street with Alexis. I’m here for perspective. I’m here to clear the air with her because that’s what I need to do. That’s where I need to be to get my head right. She held my hand tightly as we walked down the street. A glance to our right saw a homeless man lying in a pile of trash. She got closer, and I wrapped my arm around her to make her feel safer. I’ve been to worse places and although the threat of being mugged by a homeless guy with a knife were great, I wasn’t afraid.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, why are we here? That guy is definitely a little creepy.
Mike Laszlo: He’s asleep.
Alexis Caffrey: Or maybe he is faking so he can rob us.
Mike Laszlo: It’s a possibility. Your safe, don’t worry. Anyway, we’re here for me to clear my head.
Alexis Caffrey: Clear your head?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, this whole wall of invincibility thing isn’t working and even I think I sound retarded sometimes, not to mention repetitive.
Alexis Caffrey: So what are you going to do?
Mike Laszlo: Act like what I am…
Alexis Caffrey: Huh?
Mike Laszlo: Human.
Alexis Caffrey: I don’t get it.
As we continue walking down the street a crack of thunder can be heard overhead that causes the already jumpy Alexis to twitch in my arms.
Mike Laszlo: Relax babe, it’s just thunder. The car is right around the corner.
As we headed for said car, I began to open up. Something I tried hard not to do last week.
Mike Laszlo: I’m sorry about last week.
Alexis Caffrey: Huh?
Mike Laszlo: How I went off. How I tried to take that wall of invincibility and put it up to you as well. I know that you know better than that.
Alexis Caffrey: Well, yeah. I knew you were upset though, so I let it pass.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t.
Alexis Caffrey: Don’t what?
Mike Laszlo: Let it pass. If I’m being a boneheaded asshole, stop me. I don’t want to be that guy. To be the best you have to act like it. Win, lose or draw I have to know that in my heart of hearts I’m the best, but I don’t have to shove it down everyone’s throat, and that includes you. I need to go out there in the middle of the ring and show the people what I’m all about because in the end, actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words. I need to admit when I’ve done wrong and work my ass off to fix it. I need you to help me with that. I need you to be my guiding light.
Alexis Caffrey: You know I am.
Mike Laszlo: Good. This is the start of something much better than anything we’ve done before. There’s nowhere to go but up.
She nods in agreement as we turn the corner and see the car.
Mike Laszlo: I need to be the opposite of this city. I can’t sit here and lull in my own self-depression. I need to pick it back up to the level that I and the world have come to expect of myself. I need to be Mike Laszlo, not Egotron 5000.
Alexis Caffrey: This is what I’ve been waiting for.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Alexis Caffrey: Now I have something I can work with.
Reaching forward I pull open the door and allow her to get in before rushing over to the driver’s side and getting in. Almost as soon as I close the door, a torrential downpour begins. Flipping on the windshield wipers, I pull off as the scene fades.
====================
So do you all understand what I’m trying to say?
This isn’t about ego. As a matter of fact, ego has factored into the equation far too many times lately, and it’s time to put that all to rest.
Xavier, I respect you as a partner and as an opponent. You have won with me and you have defeated me. Your skills are matched by few, hell, you got the hell kicked out of you by Xander Famularo and you survived it. You still hold that Heavyweight Title on your shoulder proud, even if it hurts a little bit to do so.
What I want you to know however, is that the man you stand across that ring from Monday night isn’t the man you teamed with and he isn’t the man you faced at Bloody Assizes in the scramble match for the Heavyweight Championship.
The man you face is a man on a mission, not for pride, not for a title, but for personal well-being. At Sacrifice I prove that you may have been better at Bloody Assizes, but the same will not be said to be true Tuesday morning about Sacrifice. I show the world that I can not only steal the show, but claim it as my own. I want the win this Monday more than you can imagine, and although I heap this praise upon you this very moment, I don’t want you to think for one single solitary second that means I’m going to take it easy on you.
Pun intended, I am walking down that isle and standing across that ring from you and Joe with Malicious Intent on the brain. The crowd won’t like it when I swing you or Joe down from my shoulder and plant my knee in your face for the win, but that’s just too damn bad. I want a win, and win I shall.
Which brings me to the top guy in the IWF and no; I truly never thought I would be saying that. The world believed in you Joe and you finally pulled through. You won the big one when there wasn’t a single damn person who thought you could. Now, the world believes in Joe Everyman, and for that you should be entirely over-joyed, and extremely proud.
I do run into an issue though Joe. I still don’t believe in you. I never have and I quite honestly don’t think I ever will. I believe that your Heir to the Throne victory was a fluke. Yes you beat the so-called “Monster” Lex Sense to win, a feat that I couldn’t accomplish earlier in the night, but all you did is prove what I’ve said all along, anyone can beat anyone on any given night. It’s the old cliché Joe. Even a blind squirrel can find a nut. In our case, it is more along the lines of even a loser like Joe Everyman can luck out once in a while.
You want the entire world to believe in Joe Everyman?
Prove it and hold that belt. Hold it for a length of time that will never be overcome. Hold it with your heart that you tout so much and your soul that everyone else believes in. Otherwise, the target won’t be on your back much longer, because it will be on the back of someone more deserving…someone better.
Xavier asked if I could trust Doc in this match. Honestly, I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’m on a clear, bold, brash mission statement, and the objective is simple…to be the best.
This Monday I set myself up for success by beating the two men the company calls champions. Doc, you can help, or you can stay out of the way. The choice is yours.
I sit here today a man who can be the brashest of brash, but it is not out of ignorance. It’s a camouflage to make everyone think that all of the truths of this world haven’t gotten to me. It’s a barrier, and a thick one at that to make you believe that I am mentally invincible and can do no wrong.
So now I answer the question of what’s left…
THE TRUTH!
Here is the truth of the situation I am in; the facts that people have been dying to hear come from my mouth. They wait for that inkling, that glimmer of hope that Mike Laszlo isn’t a machine programmed to spout off at the mouth but rather a human being who is oh so much more. The facts are as follows:
First of all, since the beginning of the IWF I am indeed its best performer and when “Cult of Personality” hits the speakers in the arena, each and every person sitting there, whether they boo me or cheer, no that they are in for the highlight match of the night. Win, lose, or draw, that is what happens and the rest of you in the back know it.
That’s where the positives end.
The negatives are bolder and plain as day, held up by statistics and the record books.
I have two wins and seven losses in this company.
The circumstances vary but the fact of the matter is, I’ve been losing more than I’ve been winning.
I’ve gotten shots at both the Heavyweight Title and the Imperial Title, and both times I’ve lost said opportunity.
Keeping in mind that I am not one now, nor will I ever be one to admit that anyone is better than me on a permanent basis, there are those have been better than me on the nights we’ve faced off.
Brad Kane and Tifa Heafy
InFamous
Xavier Cross
Lex Sense
HonorBound;
On the nights that we had our encounters, you all won and for that you should be commended. Your team or you as an individual defeated me or my team and that will never be disputed.
For so long, a little over two months I put up the façade that I could do no wrong. No loss hurt me and I was still to be considered as the best this company had to offer. Now although I still believe that I am in that upper echelon, there’s a different mindset. The losses hurt. For so long I held up the illusion, and in the end, it didn’t blind those outside of it from seeing through, it blinded me from seeing out. The bubble was a thick insulated barrier and it was a high that few could ever imagine. I didn’t want to come down from it, but I have.
Reality says that you must admit failure to succeed. Admittance is more than just the first step in a rehab program boys and girls; it’s a big first step in the game of life. To admit failure, to admit fault, it is all one step forward for me. For you see, to truly learn from a mistake you must realize that it is there. I’ve had a week for these things to go through my head, and now is the time for that admittance.
Monday night, I team up with Doc and I have a chance to avenge wrongs that have been committed. This is a redemption match for me that nobody can truly understand, and it is yet also a chance for me to prove myself when all eyes are on me; something I haven’t been able to do consistently since the inception of the IWF.
I have a chance to avenge my loss to Xavier Cross at Bloody Assizes. I have a chance to show the world that I can stand up and take on the best this company officially has to offer. I take on the man who became and still is the first ever Heavyweight Champion and a man whom I didn’t even get a chance to wrestle in the Heir To The Throne Title, the first ever Imperial Champion, Joe Everyman.
These two accomplished what I wanted and I realize to get there again I have to beat them in that ring. I have a quest, and it starts Monday on Sacrifice.
====================
Title: Admittance
Location: Detroit, Michigan
Time: 10:50 AM Local Time
As I look around I see nothing but despair. I never liked the city of Detroit. Being a Clevelander, and a fan of all their sports teams, Detroit was a rival. The Tigers and the Indians always battling it out for division superiority and this year is no different. The Cavs and the Pistons, a young LeBron James being shut down by the former champion Pistons only to rise up and finally get that win, catapulting all the way to the NBA Finals, and to a lesser degree, the Lions and Browns in the Battle of Lake Erie every year. Despite all of that. Despite my dislike for the city, I look around and even I feel pity. This place is literally the toilet of America.
Once promising buildings, fully of flourish and potential now sit un-used, boarded up and abandoned. The streets that were once full of people going about their daily lives were bare, and rather than those people you see trash blowing in the wind. Looking around I couldn’t help but smirk as a bag blew by me, kicked up in the air, did a loop and somehow made it into a window that was busted open. Trick shot indeed.
You might ask why I’m here. Why I have brought you all to this place where I walk down the street with Alexis. I’m here for perspective. I’m here to clear the air with her because that’s what I need to do. That’s where I need to be to get my head right. She held my hand tightly as we walked down the street. A glance to our right saw a homeless man lying in a pile of trash. She got closer, and I wrapped my arm around her to make her feel safer. I’ve been to worse places and although the threat of being mugged by a homeless guy with a knife were great, I wasn’t afraid.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, why are we here? That guy is definitely a little creepy.
Mike Laszlo: He’s asleep.
Alexis Caffrey: Or maybe he is faking so he can rob us.
Mike Laszlo: It’s a possibility. Your safe, don’t worry. Anyway, we’re here for me to clear my head.
Alexis Caffrey: Clear your head?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, this whole wall of invincibility thing isn’t working and even I think I sound retarded sometimes, not to mention repetitive.
Alexis Caffrey: So what are you going to do?
Mike Laszlo: Act like what I am…
Alexis Caffrey: Huh?
Mike Laszlo: Human.
Alexis Caffrey: I don’t get it.
As we continue walking down the street a crack of thunder can be heard overhead that causes the already jumpy Alexis to twitch in my arms.
Mike Laszlo: Relax babe, it’s just thunder. The car is right around the corner.
As we headed for said car, I began to open up. Something I tried hard not to do last week.
Mike Laszlo: I’m sorry about last week.
Alexis Caffrey: Huh?
Mike Laszlo: How I went off. How I tried to take that wall of invincibility and put it up to you as well. I know that you know better than that.
Alexis Caffrey: Well, yeah. I knew you were upset though, so I let it pass.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t.
Alexis Caffrey: Don’t what?
Mike Laszlo: Let it pass. If I’m being a boneheaded asshole, stop me. I don’t want to be that guy. To be the best you have to act like it. Win, lose or draw I have to know that in my heart of hearts I’m the best, but I don’t have to shove it down everyone’s throat, and that includes you. I need to go out there in the middle of the ring and show the people what I’m all about because in the end, actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words. I need to admit when I’ve done wrong and work my ass off to fix it. I need you to help me with that. I need you to be my guiding light.
Alexis Caffrey: You know I am.
Mike Laszlo: Good. This is the start of something much better than anything we’ve done before. There’s nowhere to go but up.
She nods in agreement as we turn the corner and see the car.
Mike Laszlo: I need to be the opposite of this city. I can’t sit here and lull in my own self-depression. I need to pick it back up to the level that I and the world have come to expect of myself. I need to be Mike Laszlo, not Egotron 5000.
Alexis Caffrey: This is what I’ve been waiting for.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Alexis Caffrey: Now I have something I can work with.
Reaching forward I pull open the door and allow her to get in before rushing over to the driver’s side and getting in. Almost as soon as I close the door, a torrential downpour begins. Flipping on the windshield wipers, I pull off as the scene fades.
====================
So do you all understand what I’m trying to say?
This isn’t about ego. As a matter of fact, ego has factored into the equation far too many times lately, and it’s time to put that all to rest.
Xavier, I respect you as a partner and as an opponent. You have won with me and you have defeated me. Your skills are matched by few, hell, you got the hell kicked out of you by Xander Famularo and you survived it. You still hold that Heavyweight Title on your shoulder proud, even if it hurts a little bit to do so.
What I want you to know however, is that the man you stand across that ring from Monday night isn’t the man you teamed with and he isn’t the man you faced at Bloody Assizes in the scramble match for the Heavyweight Championship.
The man you face is a man on a mission, not for pride, not for a title, but for personal well-being. At Sacrifice I prove that you may have been better at Bloody Assizes, but the same will not be said to be true Tuesday morning about Sacrifice. I show the world that I can not only steal the show, but claim it as my own. I want the win this Monday more than you can imagine, and although I heap this praise upon you this very moment, I don’t want you to think for one single solitary second that means I’m going to take it easy on you.
Pun intended, I am walking down that isle and standing across that ring from you and Joe with Malicious Intent on the brain. The crowd won’t like it when I swing you or Joe down from my shoulder and plant my knee in your face for the win, but that’s just too damn bad. I want a win, and win I shall.
Which brings me to the top guy in the IWF and no; I truly never thought I would be saying that. The world believed in you Joe and you finally pulled through. You won the big one when there wasn’t a single damn person who thought you could. Now, the world believes in Joe Everyman, and for that you should be entirely over-joyed, and extremely proud.
I do run into an issue though Joe. I still don’t believe in you. I never have and I quite honestly don’t think I ever will. I believe that your Heir to the Throne victory was a fluke. Yes you beat the so-called “Monster” Lex Sense to win, a feat that I couldn’t accomplish earlier in the night, but all you did is prove what I’ve said all along, anyone can beat anyone on any given night. It’s the old cliché Joe. Even a blind squirrel can find a nut. In our case, it is more along the lines of even a loser like Joe Everyman can luck out once in a while.
You want the entire world to believe in Joe Everyman?
Prove it and hold that belt. Hold it for a length of time that will never be overcome. Hold it with your heart that you tout so much and your soul that everyone else believes in. Otherwise, the target won’t be on your back much longer, because it will be on the back of someone more deserving…someone better.
Xavier asked if I could trust Doc in this match. Honestly, I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’m on a clear, bold, brash mission statement, and the objective is simple…to be the best.
This Monday I set myself up for success by beating the two men the company calls champions. Doc, you can help, or you can stay out of the way. The choice is yours.
Well howdy there pardner.