Post by Mike Laszlo on Jul 31, 2017 3:59:01 GMT
The scene opens up and I have my tablet in hand. I’m watching the triple powerbomb of Xavier Cross, and I’ll be honest, a smile crosses my face.
The motive is quite clear. I understand it, and quite frankly I applaud it. You want to make an impact in this company, hell, this business, and you chose the proclaimed “Mount Rushmore of Wrestling” to take this stand against. You want your message to not only be heard but taken seriously at the same time, and there’s really not a better way to do it than what your little group, your little council has done.
Now while the “Mount Rushmore of Wrestling” is quite frankly a befitting nickname to have for the likes of myself, Roberto, Spike, and Cable, it’s just not fair to put us over greats that have come before us. I will however go out on a limb, pat myself on the back, and the backs of my partners when I say to you all that we are certainly the best thing going today.
I nod approvingly at my next points, acknowledging that The Council do have some great qualities as far as “business” goes.
Are the Council interesting? Yes.
Do they put asses in the seats? Yes.
Do people wonder each week what they’re going to do next? How are they going to one up themselves each and every week? I mean hell, they brought a fucking tank down to the ring...it doesn’t get any bigger or better than that.
Or does it?
You see, The Council is all about anarchy. They’re all about running roughshod over the entirety of the IWF, and they think that they’re going to take out the best of the IWF’s defenses leaving the rest of the world useless beneath them.
I can’t help but wonder though...what happens if they succeed? What happens when the Council beats the likes of myself, Spike, and Cable in this Six Man Tag Match at Lineage? Who’s left to target? How the hell do you get such an agenda across with no more big name players to take out?
I have a “welllll” look on my face, clearly letting everyone know what I think of the “second line of defense”.
Sure there’s Bob Pooler, or Ryan Shane, but let’s face it, you chose to attack the four of us last month for a reason. So what of the Council then? Do they revert back to their true nature of competitiveness? Do they go for the gold? Do they continue on with anarchy and chaos until the so-called heroes, and I never thought that’s what I would call Spike Kane, come back for revenge?
That’s a question that your little group needs to ask itself...what’s next?
There’s always a “but”.
But...there’s a little something different I’d like you to think of. This option, this scenario as it is, is the more likely of the two, and dare I say, what I’m putting my money on happening. Your plan, your quest for anarchy and domination...falls at Lineage. The Council fails in it’s mission and is beaten in the 6 Man Tag, not only beaten in the match, but beaten out of existence. What then? Do you go home and lick your wounds Xavier? Does your pride take a hit Kole? Do you get turned into a whimpering little bitch Sandman?
All this and more should be swirling around in your heads. The questions, the answers, the different ways this could end for your little group, the impact this could have not on a company, but an industry as a whole should all be swimming up there in that mush between your ears.
I point to myself.
I already have the answers to my own questions.
You see, you four aren’t the end all be all to me. You’re merely a blip on my radar. I have aspirations that raise above your anarchy, above your chaos, and above your simplicity. This Sunday at Lineage is the end of my quarrels with you in one way shape or form. After you, I know what I want, and it sits around the waist of Andrew Jacobsen.
You’re a diversion, a detour as it is in my quest for greatness, and I’ll be damned if I let you stop me from what it is I want to achieve. I’ll be damned if I LET you stay in my way.
I walk out of the picture before the camera shuts off.
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Title: Family Man Part 4: One More Show
Location: Cologne, Germany
Time: 4:27 PM Local Time
We had just landed after a whirlwind of media sessions across Europe. We were finally done for the day, and it was now time to get settled in here in Germany for what was the Pay Per View of the month, Lineage. I was feeling a bit homesick, and I was still upset with what happened at the airport, not allowing my daughter to accompany me on this trip’s later legs. There was nothing I could do from so far away though, so we decided it best to make sure that things wouldn’t go wrong the next time around when we made our Asian tour. It was time to check in with the family back home, so as Alexis and I were walking through the hotel to our assigned room, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed home. The video chat was up and I saw the face of my beautiful daughter, her blonde locks flowing down her face.
Britney Laszlo: DADDY!
Mike Laszlo: Hey sweetie, how’s your day going?
Britney Laszlo: Aunt Lindsey told me you were going to call today, so I held the phone close all day, just to make sure I didn’t miss it.
A smile crossed my face, and there was a warm fuzzy feeling in my heart.
Mike Laszlo: That’s my girl. I miss you.
Britney Laszlo: I miss you too.
Mike Laszlo: Alexis says hi!
I turn the phone to Alexis and she waves with a huge smile on her face as well.
Britney Laszlo: HI ALEXIS!
I turned the phone back.
Mike Laszlo: Did Lindsey take you to get your picture taken downtown?
Britney Laszlo: Yep, and they gave me this book thingy with my picture on it and my name and my birthday, and some other stuff.
Mike Laszlo: Good, don’t lose that. That’s like your magic pass to go places with me.
Britney Laszlo: Like next time you go away?
Mike Laszlo: Exactly.
Britney Laszlo: Are you coming home first?
Mike Laszlo: Yes. I already told Lindsey to have everything packed. We’re going to come home, stay a couple days, and then all of us are gonna get on a plane and fly away. Sound like fun?
I saw her head nod with a smile on her face as well. This was the look I wanted to see, not the pout I was forced to see a few weeks earlier when all the trouble popped up. There was a ding at the elevator and the doors opened.
Mike Laszlo: Okay Angel, I gotta go. We just got to the hotel and we’re going to relax for a little bit because things have been a little crazy. I promise to call you before you go to bed.
Britney Laszlo: Okay daddy. I miss you, and I love you more than anyone in the world.
Mike Laszlo: Well, I’d hope so.
Britney Laszlo: I do, promise.
Mike Laszlo: I love you too. I’ll talk to you later okay?
Britney Laszlo: Okay. Byyye.
Mike Laszlo: Bye.
I hang up the phone. I look over at Alexis who still has a smile on her face as we walk down the hallway to our room.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Alexis Caffrey: You’re just a really good dad. For as much as we travel, the way she adores you is so cute.
Mike Laszlo: I’m just glad we get to bring her on the next leg after we fly back home. Being away for a week is one thing, but a month or two at a time is just killer.
Alexis Caffrey: I know. Just think...one more show.
Mike Laszlo: Trust me, I’ve been saying that since we got up in the air on our way here.
We found our room and slid the keycard into the slot. We opened the door, rolled our things in and collapsed on the bed...relax indeed.
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Trust me when I tell each and every one of the four of you...I don’t give a fuck if you like me or not.
The scene comes to and I’m sitting on the steps of our hotel.
This isn’t a popularity contest, and trust me, there’s people in higher places that I’d be more worried about in the list of people who don’t like me. Here’s a little breaking news for you morons...I don’t like you either. I don’t like anyone who tries to make a name for themselves at my expense, and I’ll be damned if I let a few nobodies, and a man whose greatest claim to fame is being crucified by Spike Kane on live television, and whose biggest failure is not showing up when the time came against me in the Heir to the Throne a few years back.
I shake my finger, trying to figure out the dynamic of the Council as a group.
There’s a newcomer to the business in Ulf and quite frankly, I don’t think he’s as fully committed to “the cause” as the rest of you idiots think. Then there’s Sandman whose biggest claim to fame is the fact that he just beats up Mr. Happy whenever he chooses. Third you have Kole Kaos who also doesn’t mind jumping someone, so you two as a team I could get, but what bothers me the most, what makes me the most uncertain about your whole little clique is the fact that the rest of you follow a never-was like Cross who hasn’t done a damn thing in this company worthwhile other than bitch and moan about how he’s entitled to something nobody else truly believes he deserves.
It’s a case of the blind leading the blind I guess.
I point into the camera.
I guess your dynamic isn’t the issue come Lineage right? I guess your agenda is front and center, and trust me when I say, the goals you hope to achieve are headed in your direction, full steam ahead come the Pay Per View. You want anarchy, you want chaos, and you want to burn this son of a bitch to the ground, and I guarantee you boys, that’s exactly what we’re all going to do.
The rest of the people in the back on that night will be there to wrestle. They’ll be there to win contenderships, fight for titles, or settle their petty differences. We’ll be there for a whole other reason...we’ll be there to FIGHT! We’ll be there to beat the holy shit out of each other.
Just remember Council, you brought this on yourself. You’ve proven time and again that you’re good at starting things. Let’s see how you are when it comes to finishing them once and for all, because one way or another, and if it means we have to go down swinging we will...that’s what we’re going to do at Lineage...we’re going to end this...once...and for all.
There’s a cold icy stare in my eyes, and we end on the camera zooming into that stare.
The motive is quite clear. I understand it, and quite frankly I applaud it. You want to make an impact in this company, hell, this business, and you chose the proclaimed “Mount Rushmore of Wrestling” to take this stand against. You want your message to not only be heard but taken seriously at the same time, and there’s really not a better way to do it than what your little group, your little council has done.
Now while the “Mount Rushmore of Wrestling” is quite frankly a befitting nickname to have for the likes of myself, Roberto, Spike, and Cable, it’s just not fair to put us over greats that have come before us. I will however go out on a limb, pat myself on the back, and the backs of my partners when I say to you all that we are certainly the best thing going today.
I nod approvingly at my next points, acknowledging that The Council do have some great qualities as far as “business” goes.
Are the Council interesting? Yes.
Do they put asses in the seats? Yes.
Do people wonder each week what they’re going to do next? How are they going to one up themselves each and every week? I mean hell, they brought a fucking tank down to the ring...it doesn’t get any bigger or better than that.
Or does it?
You see, The Council is all about anarchy. They’re all about running roughshod over the entirety of the IWF, and they think that they’re going to take out the best of the IWF’s defenses leaving the rest of the world useless beneath them.
I can’t help but wonder though...what happens if they succeed? What happens when the Council beats the likes of myself, Spike, and Cable in this Six Man Tag Match at Lineage? Who’s left to target? How the hell do you get such an agenda across with no more big name players to take out?
I have a “welllll” look on my face, clearly letting everyone know what I think of the “second line of defense”.
Sure there’s Bob Pooler, or Ryan Shane, but let’s face it, you chose to attack the four of us last month for a reason. So what of the Council then? Do they revert back to their true nature of competitiveness? Do they go for the gold? Do they continue on with anarchy and chaos until the so-called heroes, and I never thought that’s what I would call Spike Kane, come back for revenge?
That’s a question that your little group needs to ask itself...what’s next?
There’s always a “but”.
But...there’s a little something different I’d like you to think of. This option, this scenario as it is, is the more likely of the two, and dare I say, what I’m putting my money on happening. Your plan, your quest for anarchy and domination...falls at Lineage. The Council fails in it’s mission and is beaten in the 6 Man Tag, not only beaten in the match, but beaten out of existence. What then? Do you go home and lick your wounds Xavier? Does your pride take a hit Kole? Do you get turned into a whimpering little bitch Sandman?
All this and more should be swirling around in your heads. The questions, the answers, the different ways this could end for your little group, the impact this could have not on a company, but an industry as a whole should all be swimming up there in that mush between your ears.
I point to myself.
I already have the answers to my own questions.
You see, you four aren’t the end all be all to me. You’re merely a blip on my radar. I have aspirations that raise above your anarchy, above your chaos, and above your simplicity. This Sunday at Lineage is the end of my quarrels with you in one way shape or form. After you, I know what I want, and it sits around the waist of Andrew Jacobsen.
You’re a diversion, a detour as it is in my quest for greatness, and I’ll be damned if I let you stop me from what it is I want to achieve. I’ll be damned if I LET you stay in my way.
I walk out of the picture before the camera shuts off.
==================================
Title: Family Man Part 4: One More Show
Location: Cologne, Germany
Time: 4:27 PM Local Time
We had just landed after a whirlwind of media sessions across Europe. We were finally done for the day, and it was now time to get settled in here in Germany for what was the Pay Per View of the month, Lineage. I was feeling a bit homesick, and I was still upset with what happened at the airport, not allowing my daughter to accompany me on this trip’s later legs. There was nothing I could do from so far away though, so we decided it best to make sure that things wouldn’t go wrong the next time around when we made our Asian tour. It was time to check in with the family back home, so as Alexis and I were walking through the hotel to our assigned room, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed home. The video chat was up and I saw the face of my beautiful daughter, her blonde locks flowing down her face.
Britney Laszlo: DADDY!
Mike Laszlo: Hey sweetie, how’s your day going?
Britney Laszlo: Aunt Lindsey told me you were going to call today, so I held the phone close all day, just to make sure I didn’t miss it.
A smile crossed my face, and there was a warm fuzzy feeling in my heart.
Mike Laszlo: That’s my girl. I miss you.
Britney Laszlo: I miss you too.
Mike Laszlo: Alexis says hi!
I turn the phone to Alexis and she waves with a huge smile on her face as well.
Britney Laszlo: HI ALEXIS!
I turned the phone back.
Mike Laszlo: Did Lindsey take you to get your picture taken downtown?
Britney Laszlo: Yep, and they gave me this book thingy with my picture on it and my name and my birthday, and some other stuff.
Mike Laszlo: Good, don’t lose that. That’s like your magic pass to go places with me.
Britney Laszlo: Like next time you go away?
Mike Laszlo: Exactly.
Britney Laszlo: Are you coming home first?
Mike Laszlo: Yes. I already told Lindsey to have everything packed. We’re going to come home, stay a couple days, and then all of us are gonna get on a plane and fly away. Sound like fun?
I saw her head nod with a smile on her face as well. This was the look I wanted to see, not the pout I was forced to see a few weeks earlier when all the trouble popped up. There was a ding at the elevator and the doors opened.
Mike Laszlo: Okay Angel, I gotta go. We just got to the hotel and we’re going to relax for a little bit because things have been a little crazy. I promise to call you before you go to bed.
Britney Laszlo: Okay daddy. I miss you, and I love you more than anyone in the world.
Mike Laszlo: Well, I’d hope so.
Britney Laszlo: I do, promise.
Mike Laszlo: I love you too. I’ll talk to you later okay?
Britney Laszlo: Okay. Byyye.
Mike Laszlo: Bye.
I hang up the phone. I look over at Alexis who still has a smile on her face as we walk down the hallway to our room.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Alexis Caffrey: You’re just a really good dad. For as much as we travel, the way she adores you is so cute.
Mike Laszlo: I’m just glad we get to bring her on the next leg after we fly back home. Being away for a week is one thing, but a month or two at a time is just killer.
Alexis Caffrey: I know. Just think...one more show.
Mike Laszlo: Trust me, I’ve been saying that since we got up in the air on our way here.
We found our room and slid the keycard into the slot. We opened the door, rolled our things in and collapsed on the bed...relax indeed.
=====================================
Trust me when I tell each and every one of the four of you...I don’t give a fuck if you like me or not.
The scene comes to and I’m sitting on the steps of our hotel.
This isn’t a popularity contest, and trust me, there’s people in higher places that I’d be more worried about in the list of people who don’t like me. Here’s a little breaking news for you morons...I don’t like you either. I don’t like anyone who tries to make a name for themselves at my expense, and I’ll be damned if I let a few nobodies, and a man whose greatest claim to fame is being crucified by Spike Kane on live television, and whose biggest failure is not showing up when the time came against me in the Heir to the Throne a few years back.
I shake my finger, trying to figure out the dynamic of the Council as a group.
There’s a newcomer to the business in Ulf and quite frankly, I don’t think he’s as fully committed to “the cause” as the rest of you idiots think. Then there’s Sandman whose biggest claim to fame is the fact that he just beats up Mr. Happy whenever he chooses. Third you have Kole Kaos who also doesn’t mind jumping someone, so you two as a team I could get, but what bothers me the most, what makes me the most uncertain about your whole little clique is the fact that the rest of you follow a never-was like Cross who hasn’t done a damn thing in this company worthwhile other than bitch and moan about how he’s entitled to something nobody else truly believes he deserves.
It’s a case of the blind leading the blind I guess.
I point into the camera.
I guess your dynamic isn’t the issue come Lineage right? I guess your agenda is front and center, and trust me when I say, the goals you hope to achieve are headed in your direction, full steam ahead come the Pay Per View. You want anarchy, you want chaos, and you want to burn this son of a bitch to the ground, and I guarantee you boys, that’s exactly what we’re all going to do.
The rest of the people in the back on that night will be there to wrestle. They’ll be there to win contenderships, fight for titles, or settle their petty differences. We’ll be there for a whole other reason...we’ll be there to FIGHT! We’ll be there to beat the holy shit out of each other.
Just remember Council, you brought this on yourself. You’ve proven time and again that you’re good at starting things. Let’s see how you are when it comes to finishing them once and for all, because one way or another, and if it means we have to go down swinging we will...that’s what we’re going to do at Lineage...we’re going to end this...once...and for all.
There’s a cold icy stare in my eyes, and we end on the camera zooming into that stare.
Well howdy there pardner.