Post by Mike Laszlo on Aug 17, 2013 15:28:23 GMT
Do you know what went through Trent Helms’ mind the last time we faced one another? Do you?
Me neither, but I certainly can venture to guess. Before I do so however, let me tell you what Trent Helms answer would be:
“Not a whole hell of a lot. I had that stroke and all and I wasn’t anywhere near one hundred percent. We can just chalk this up to my stupidity for getting in the ring despite everything that was wrong with me…my bad.”
Sounds about right, doesn’t it?
Now let’s delve into the real explanation. The real thoughts that went through his mind. The same thoughts that Trent himself will never admit to.
Tap.
Ow this hurts.
Tap.
Tap.
TAP!
Then he cried like the little kid he is and slapped the mat. He gave up just as Doc did a couple weeks ago, just as Stephen Kingsley did as I stared a hole through everyone’s favorite color commentator, and I do by all means, use that term loosely, because personally, I think you don’t bring a damn thing to that announce table, other than a can of Mountain Dew for someone to knock over.
By the way…I’ll replace it for you, promise. Who knows Trent, maybe I’ll just get you a twelve pack and we can call it a day.
After all, that’s why you’re so mad, right? I knocked over your Mountain Dew and now you think you’re the big, bad tough guy hoisting my girlfriend in the air for the Bioshock, scaring the daylights out of her, when reality says differently.
Nobody around here seems to be more in touch with reality lately than me. Rock bottom has been hit and I’ll tell you now that damn it hurt. I got up, I dusted myself off and now I’m on the move upward. Meanwhile, you sit at that table, you make sly remarks that the rest of the world thinks are stupid and you sip that sperm killing, yellow-green liquid. You cry over spilled soda, and now you’re going to try and do something about it.
I have to ask you though Trent…is it worth it? Is it worth risking your very well being for a simple can of soda? Do you really desire to get in that ring with me based on that accidental spilling of your beloved drink?
No, it’s not.
That’s also not what this is about is it Trent?
No, the spilled drink is just your way in. You don’t even really care about it. All you care about is your ego. You’ve sat at that table and you’ve waited for the perfect time to strike. That one solitary moment in time where you could get up, stroke your ego, and get in that ring against somebody up to your level.
There’s a deep rooted problem though Trent. I’ve surpassed your level and I am heads and tails beyond it. So when you’re getting ready for our little Grudge Match, keep in mind that the last time we faced off, and you can use your excuses, but the fact remains, I didn’t just pin you because that would have been too easy. Pinning you would have taken away any good feeling from that match. I made you give up, and when that bell rings, you won’t hear ding, ding, ding, you’ll hear tap…tap…TAP!
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Title: Distractions…I Have None…Or Do I?
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 10:13 AM Local Time
As I continue packing for this weekend, I couldn’t help but here the doorbell downstairs. I wasn’t expecting anyone to my knowledge so curiously; I walked down the steps and into the foyer. Looking through the glass on the side of the door I saw nobody. Out of confusion, I opened the door and stepped outside. Looking in both directions, things got weird as there was nobody there.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell?
As I turned back to the door, I saw a note posted in an envelope with my name written on it. Walking up and taking it off my door I open it up and read the contents of the brief letter inside.
Dear Mike,
The last time we re-united, it was for all the wrong reasons. I was stupid and for that, I deeply apologize. I hope that you could put that all to the side and allow me to make things right. If so, meet me for breakfast in half an hour. You know where.
-R
As I stood there with the note held in my hand a smile of sarcastic proportions led across my face. I knew who this was, and she’s right, the last time was a bad experience. There’s got to be a catch, but in all honesty, there was only one way to find out.
Heading back inside, I looked around and saw Alexis curled on the couch, flicking through channels on the television. I walked into the room with the letter in my hand as it seemed to peak her levels of curiosity. With a tilt of the head, she inquires about it.
Alexis Caffrey: What’s that?
Mike Laszlo: I was packing for this weekend and…
Alexis Caffrey: Ugh, this weekend. We have to go back to that crappy city?
Mike Laszlo: Yes. There’s a show there, and we can’t just not go.
Alexis Caffrey: I knoooow. Okay, anyway, go on.
Mike Laszlo: I was packing and there was a knock at the door, and when I opened it, there was nobody there, and this was taped to the door. Do you remember Raven?
Alexis Caffrey: The one you told me tried to con you by loving you?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, that one. This is from her.
Alexis Caffrey: What the hell does that bitch want?
Mike Laszlo: Honestly, I don’t know. She was smart when I knew her. There’s got to be a reason. I don’t think she’d try the same bullshit twice. Should I go?
Alexis Caffrey: Honestly, I think you should let it go by the wayside. However, I know you and I know you’re curious.
Mike Laszlo: Can’t lie.
Alexis Caffrey: If you want to go, then go. Just have your guard up. Keep in mind that if she messes with you or hurts you in anyway, I’ll bite her face off.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as my lovely girlfriend sat there with a mischievous smirk on her face. I leaned in and kissed her before heading back for the door.
Mike Laszlo: And that’s why I love you.
Alexis Caffrey: I love you too.
Heading out the driveway in my black Camaro, I took off down the road for the short drive to the meeting spot. As I pulled into the local Denny’s, I got out of the car and looked at the building. It had been a while since I was here. Back in the middle school days, Raven and I would hang out here before school which was a brief walk down the street. I looked around the parking lot and for a breakfast joint, it wasn’t too busy at ten-thirty in the morning. Closing the door behind me I headed inside, and immediately saw the back of Raven’s head. The host tried to seat me but I waved him away and pointed at the young woman. He nodded and went on with his duties as I approached the table, not knowing what to expect. As I got closer, I could see that she was wearing sunglasses as she continued to stare down at her phone. As I approached I couldn’t help but make a remark.
Mike Laszlo: Plotting a way to screw me again?
She was shocked by the remark as she started to stand and hug me, but I put out both my hands as a way of stopping her.
Mike Laszlo: No. Not after what you did.
She was stopped in her tracks, and for some reason shocked which was unsettling for me. Slowly she sat back down as I sat in the booth on the other side. She still hadn’t taken off the sunglasses which led to my suspicions.
Mike Laszlo: What’s going on with the glasses.
She immediately went on the defensive.
Raven Simpson: Nothing. I have a migraine and the light is bugging me.
She picked up the menu and started looking at it, blocking her face from my view. The waitress came over and asked what we wanted.
Mike Laszlo: Nothing. Gives us a few minutes would you?
She nodded cordially and went on her way. Raven was slow to react, eventually lowering the menu below her eyes to see how I was acting.
Mike Laszlo: Cut the crap.
I was getting fed up with the whole thing.
Mike Laszlo: You’re not talking, and it’s not like you. What’s going on.
Raven Simpson: I…I…
She couldn’t get the words out and again picked the menu up to block her face.
Mike Laszlo: Screw this.
I push my hands down on the table and get up to leave when she throws the menu to the side and grabs my arm.
Raven Simpson: Wait.
Mike Laszlo: I’m not in the mood for games.
Raven Simpson: I know. Just sit.
Against my better judgment, I have a seat back on the other side of the table.
Raven Simpson: I can’t live the way I’ve been living.
Mike Laszlo: What do you mean?
Raven Simpson: The scams, the stupidity, the beatings, all of it…I CAN’T DO IT!
Mike Laszlo: And you came to me…why?
Raven Simpson: Because I knew you could help. I knew that no matter what went down in the past, you would remember the good times we had and you would help me.
I was reluctant to answer and I had my doubts, and that must have been apparent on my face judging by the way she reacted.
Raven Simpson: You don’t believe me?
Mike Laszlo: Why the hell should I? What possible reason do I have or have you given me to do so?
Reaching up to her head, she pulls the glasses from her face and brushes her hair to the side revealing a nasty black eye and a bruise that extended into her dark black hair. Tears began streaming down her face as she sobbed at me.
Raven Simpson: Is…is this proof enough for you?
Mike Laszlo: Holy shit.
An old lady nearby heard me and tapped me on the shoulder, oblivious to the beaten young lady across the table from me.
Old Lady: Sir, if you could not use that language, it isn’t polite.
Mike Laszlo: Listen Old Mother Hubbard, zip it before I break your hip.
Her mouth was held open as she turned around feeling quite offended. I turned my attention back to Raven who by now had brought her hair back over her face to cover a majority of the bruise. Still with tears flowing down her face, she pleads her case.
Raven Simpson: I don’t want to live like this anymore Mike. I shouldn’t be in fear of my life every morning that I wake up after crying myself to sleep the night before. I can’t handle it anymore.
I felt for her, really I did. After all she was the love of my life throughout my adolescence, at least through high school. To see her like this was unnerving to say the least. I looked at her tears flowing down her face and folded my hands in front of me. I looked down, thinking the situation over and took a deep breath.
Mike Laszlo: How do I know this isn’t another ploy? How do I know that’s not makeup? Crocodile tears?
She leaned forward and turned her face to the side.
Raven Simpson: Feel it. It’s as real as this world gets and it hurts so bad.
Reaching out I gently pressed my hand against the bruise. The skin on her face was inflamed and you could tell that this sure as hell was no joke. I could feel the anger inside me build as beating a woman was number one on my list of things not to do. As I touched her face, I could tell she was in pain as she winced with each gentle press. Pulling my hand away I sat back in my chair.
Mike Laszlo: Why would you let something like that continue? You’re not some useless piece of meat who deserves to be slapped around.
Raven Simpson: I had no choice. I had nobody to turn to. I went into this “partnership” with him and it took me away from everything. I need help Mike.
Sitting back again in my seat I take a deep breath as I turn my head and stare out the window. Turning back to Raven, I let her know my decision.
Mike Laszlo: I have a place where you can stay. It’s nothing fancy, but it is something.
Raven Simpson: I’ll take anything right now.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, let’s go.
The scene fades as the two of us head out of the restaurant.
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So now what’s to be said? I could go on and on about your diatribe of things past or I could look to the future.
I choose option B Trent. I don’t care about the failures of the past, or what people thought of them because at this very point in time they mean nothing in the scheme of this match.
Your failures mean absolutely everything in this match because that Trent is your motivation. I didn’t let you or anyone else down because I wasn’t fighting for any of you nor will I ever. I let myself down and due to that fact, I’ve been on a downward descent in IWF.
Now reality has hit me clear in the face.
Until last week, this wasn’t fun anymore. That’s when you know that something in this world of professional wrestling is wrong. When I can’t walk out and hear the admiration or consecration of that crowd and have a smile on my face, it becomes merely a job.
It’s our job to put on these fake masks known as in-ring characters. It’s our job to put on a show for the people in the audience. There’s a problem with jobs though Trent, they get boring. Eventually all becomes a blur as you run through the motions into obscurity and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing for the past couple of months.
I’ve been looking for that something special. I’ve been looking for that one thing that will push me over the top and make me want to do this again, and I’ve found it. I’ve found that not only was this not fun for me, but it wasn’t fun for anyone who watched me. They could all tell that I lost that spark; that motivation that keeps the fire lit.
They could tell I was simply running through the motions and was just simply put bored.
The man they see come Sunday will not be the same man they’ve seen since the inception of IWF. It’s not the same man they saw before. It’s none of the above because while I was running through the motions, I still adapted. I’ve still learned from my surroundings and for that I am that much better than before. You take the man who made you tap out causing this fit of professional jealousy, and want for revenge, and you tack on the lessons I’ve learned, and I tell you now that I am by far more dangerous than I have ever been.
This Sunday after I beat you again and wipe any inkling of your superiority over me out of your brain, you will simply wish that you were back in a hospital bed due to a stroke, because then, it won’t be as painful. Your excuses will be gone and soon, so will your dignity.
Me neither, but I certainly can venture to guess. Before I do so however, let me tell you what Trent Helms answer would be:
“Not a whole hell of a lot. I had that stroke and all and I wasn’t anywhere near one hundred percent. We can just chalk this up to my stupidity for getting in the ring despite everything that was wrong with me…my bad.”
Sounds about right, doesn’t it?
Now let’s delve into the real explanation. The real thoughts that went through his mind. The same thoughts that Trent himself will never admit to.
Tap.
Ow this hurts.
Tap.
Tap.
TAP!
Then he cried like the little kid he is and slapped the mat. He gave up just as Doc did a couple weeks ago, just as Stephen Kingsley did as I stared a hole through everyone’s favorite color commentator, and I do by all means, use that term loosely, because personally, I think you don’t bring a damn thing to that announce table, other than a can of Mountain Dew for someone to knock over.
By the way…I’ll replace it for you, promise. Who knows Trent, maybe I’ll just get you a twelve pack and we can call it a day.
After all, that’s why you’re so mad, right? I knocked over your Mountain Dew and now you think you’re the big, bad tough guy hoisting my girlfriend in the air for the Bioshock, scaring the daylights out of her, when reality says differently.
Nobody around here seems to be more in touch with reality lately than me. Rock bottom has been hit and I’ll tell you now that damn it hurt. I got up, I dusted myself off and now I’m on the move upward. Meanwhile, you sit at that table, you make sly remarks that the rest of the world thinks are stupid and you sip that sperm killing, yellow-green liquid. You cry over spilled soda, and now you’re going to try and do something about it.
I have to ask you though Trent…is it worth it? Is it worth risking your very well being for a simple can of soda? Do you really desire to get in that ring with me based on that accidental spilling of your beloved drink?
No, it’s not.
That’s also not what this is about is it Trent?
No, the spilled drink is just your way in. You don’t even really care about it. All you care about is your ego. You’ve sat at that table and you’ve waited for the perfect time to strike. That one solitary moment in time where you could get up, stroke your ego, and get in that ring against somebody up to your level.
There’s a deep rooted problem though Trent. I’ve surpassed your level and I am heads and tails beyond it. So when you’re getting ready for our little Grudge Match, keep in mind that the last time we faced off, and you can use your excuses, but the fact remains, I didn’t just pin you because that would have been too easy. Pinning you would have taken away any good feeling from that match. I made you give up, and when that bell rings, you won’t hear ding, ding, ding, you’ll hear tap…tap…TAP!
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Title: Distractions…I Have None…Or Do I?
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 10:13 AM Local Time
As I continue packing for this weekend, I couldn’t help but here the doorbell downstairs. I wasn’t expecting anyone to my knowledge so curiously; I walked down the steps and into the foyer. Looking through the glass on the side of the door I saw nobody. Out of confusion, I opened the door and stepped outside. Looking in both directions, things got weird as there was nobody there.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell?
As I turned back to the door, I saw a note posted in an envelope with my name written on it. Walking up and taking it off my door I open it up and read the contents of the brief letter inside.
Dear Mike,
The last time we re-united, it was for all the wrong reasons. I was stupid and for that, I deeply apologize. I hope that you could put that all to the side and allow me to make things right. If so, meet me for breakfast in half an hour. You know where.
-R
As I stood there with the note held in my hand a smile of sarcastic proportions led across my face. I knew who this was, and she’s right, the last time was a bad experience. There’s got to be a catch, but in all honesty, there was only one way to find out.
Heading back inside, I looked around and saw Alexis curled on the couch, flicking through channels on the television. I walked into the room with the letter in my hand as it seemed to peak her levels of curiosity. With a tilt of the head, she inquires about it.
Alexis Caffrey: What’s that?
Mike Laszlo: I was packing for this weekend and…
Alexis Caffrey: Ugh, this weekend. We have to go back to that crappy city?
Mike Laszlo: Yes. There’s a show there, and we can’t just not go.
Alexis Caffrey: I knoooow. Okay, anyway, go on.
Mike Laszlo: I was packing and there was a knock at the door, and when I opened it, there was nobody there, and this was taped to the door. Do you remember Raven?
Alexis Caffrey: The one you told me tried to con you by loving you?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, that one. This is from her.
Alexis Caffrey: What the hell does that bitch want?
Mike Laszlo: Honestly, I don’t know. She was smart when I knew her. There’s got to be a reason. I don’t think she’d try the same bullshit twice. Should I go?
Alexis Caffrey: Honestly, I think you should let it go by the wayside. However, I know you and I know you’re curious.
Mike Laszlo: Can’t lie.
Alexis Caffrey: If you want to go, then go. Just have your guard up. Keep in mind that if she messes with you or hurts you in anyway, I’ll bite her face off.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as my lovely girlfriend sat there with a mischievous smirk on her face. I leaned in and kissed her before heading back for the door.
Mike Laszlo: And that’s why I love you.
Alexis Caffrey: I love you too.
Heading out the driveway in my black Camaro, I took off down the road for the short drive to the meeting spot. As I pulled into the local Denny’s, I got out of the car and looked at the building. It had been a while since I was here. Back in the middle school days, Raven and I would hang out here before school which was a brief walk down the street. I looked around the parking lot and for a breakfast joint, it wasn’t too busy at ten-thirty in the morning. Closing the door behind me I headed inside, and immediately saw the back of Raven’s head. The host tried to seat me but I waved him away and pointed at the young woman. He nodded and went on with his duties as I approached the table, not knowing what to expect. As I got closer, I could see that she was wearing sunglasses as she continued to stare down at her phone. As I approached I couldn’t help but make a remark.
Mike Laszlo: Plotting a way to screw me again?
She was shocked by the remark as she started to stand and hug me, but I put out both my hands as a way of stopping her.
Mike Laszlo: No. Not after what you did.
She was stopped in her tracks, and for some reason shocked which was unsettling for me. Slowly she sat back down as I sat in the booth on the other side. She still hadn’t taken off the sunglasses which led to my suspicions.
Mike Laszlo: What’s going on with the glasses.
She immediately went on the defensive.
Raven Simpson: Nothing. I have a migraine and the light is bugging me.
She picked up the menu and started looking at it, blocking her face from my view. The waitress came over and asked what we wanted.
Mike Laszlo: Nothing. Gives us a few minutes would you?
She nodded cordially and went on her way. Raven was slow to react, eventually lowering the menu below her eyes to see how I was acting.
Mike Laszlo: Cut the crap.
I was getting fed up with the whole thing.
Mike Laszlo: You’re not talking, and it’s not like you. What’s going on.
Raven Simpson: I…I…
She couldn’t get the words out and again picked the menu up to block her face.
Mike Laszlo: Screw this.
I push my hands down on the table and get up to leave when she throws the menu to the side and grabs my arm.
Raven Simpson: Wait.
Mike Laszlo: I’m not in the mood for games.
Raven Simpson: I know. Just sit.
Against my better judgment, I have a seat back on the other side of the table.
Raven Simpson: I can’t live the way I’ve been living.
Mike Laszlo: What do you mean?
Raven Simpson: The scams, the stupidity, the beatings, all of it…I CAN’T DO IT!
Mike Laszlo: And you came to me…why?
Raven Simpson: Because I knew you could help. I knew that no matter what went down in the past, you would remember the good times we had and you would help me.
I was reluctant to answer and I had my doubts, and that must have been apparent on my face judging by the way she reacted.
Raven Simpson: You don’t believe me?
Mike Laszlo: Why the hell should I? What possible reason do I have or have you given me to do so?
Reaching up to her head, she pulls the glasses from her face and brushes her hair to the side revealing a nasty black eye and a bruise that extended into her dark black hair. Tears began streaming down her face as she sobbed at me.
Raven Simpson: Is…is this proof enough for you?
Mike Laszlo: Holy shit.
An old lady nearby heard me and tapped me on the shoulder, oblivious to the beaten young lady across the table from me.
Old Lady: Sir, if you could not use that language, it isn’t polite.
Mike Laszlo: Listen Old Mother Hubbard, zip it before I break your hip.
Her mouth was held open as she turned around feeling quite offended. I turned my attention back to Raven who by now had brought her hair back over her face to cover a majority of the bruise. Still with tears flowing down her face, she pleads her case.
Raven Simpson: I don’t want to live like this anymore Mike. I shouldn’t be in fear of my life every morning that I wake up after crying myself to sleep the night before. I can’t handle it anymore.
I felt for her, really I did. After all she was the love of my life throughout my adolescence, at least through high school. To see her like this was unnerving to say the least. I looked at her tears flowing down her face and folded my hands in front of me. I looked down, thinking the situation over and took a deep breath.
Mike Laszlo: How do I know this isn’t another ploy? How do I know that’s not makeup? Crocodile tears?
She leaned forward and turned her face to the side.
Raven Simpson: Feel it. It’s as real as this world gets and it hurts so bad.
Reaching out I gently pressed my hand against the bruise. The skin on her face was inflamed and you could tell that this sure as hell was no joke. I could feel the anger inside me build as beating a woman was number one on my list of things not to do. As I touched her face, I could tell she was in pain as she winced with each gentle press. Pulling my hand away I sat back in my chair.
Mike Laszlo: Why would you let something like that continue? You’re not some useless piece of meat who deserves to be slapped around.
Raven Simpson: I had no choice. I had nobody to turn to. I went into this “partnership” with him and it took me away from everything. I need help Mike.
Sitting back again in my seat I take a deep breath as I turn my head and stare out the window. Turning back to Raven, I let her know my decision.
Mike Laszlo: I have a place where you can stay. It’s nothing fancy, but it is something.
Raven Simpson: I’ll take anything right now.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, let’s go.
The scene fades as the two of us head out of the restaurant.
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So now what’s to be said? I could go on and on about your diatribe of things past or I could look to the future.
I choose option B Trent. I don’t care about the failures of the past, or what people thought of them because at this very point in time they mean nothing in the scheme of this match.
Your failures mean absolutely everything in this match because that Trent is your motivation. I didn’t let you or anyone else down because I wasn’t fighting for any of you nor will I ever. I let myself down and due to that fact, I’ve been on a downward descent in IWF.
Now reality has hit me clear in the face.
Until last week, this wasn’t fun anymore. That’s when you know that something in this world of professional wrestling is wrong. When I can’t walk out and hear the admiration or consecration of that crowd and have a smile on my face, it becomes merely a job.
It’s our job to put on these fake masks known as in-ring characters. It’s our job to put on a show for the people in the audience. There’s a problem with jobs though Trent, they get boring. Eventually all becomes a blur as you run through the motions into obscurity and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing for the past couple of months.
I’ve been looking for that something special. I’ve been looking for that one thing that will push me over the top and make me want to do this again, and I’ve found it. I’ve found that not only was this not fun for me, but it wasn’t fun for anyone who watched me. They could all tell that I lost that spark; that motivation that keeps the fire lit.
They could tell I was simply running through the motions and was just simply put bored.
The man they see come Sunday will not be the same man they’ve seen since the inception of IWF. It’s not the same man they saw before. It’s none of the above because while I was running through the motions, I still adapted. I’ve still learned from my surroundings and for that I am that much better than before. You take the man who made you tap out causing this fit of professional jealousy, and want for revenge, and you tack on the lessons I’ve learned, and I tell you now that I am by far more dangerous than I have ever been.
This Sunday after I beat you again and wipe any inkling of your superiority over me out of your brain, you will simply wish that you were back in a hospital bed due to a stroke, because then, it won’t be as painful. Your excuses will be gone and soon, so will your dignity.
Well howdy there pardner.