Post by Mike Laszlo on Aug 25, 2013 22:57:38 GMT
So the mighty has fallen again. A hero in honor shakes my hand and although the sportsmanship is appreciated, and trust me, it truly is, it can almost be construed as weakness.
Last Sunday night at Legacy I went through one hell of a battle, with the man who sits at ringside each and every week, yet still has the in-ring skill to compete with the best of the best this company has to offer, Trent Helms and I have the stitches in my head to prove it. However, in this world of professional wrestling, there is no rest for the wicked barring a concussion or other serious injury. I don’t stop nor does anyone else on this roster due to a simple cut and a ton of blood loss.
So although one would like to reflect on the match last week, I don’t. It’s not out of malcontent or anything like that. I simply just don’t have the time. So that said, here is my moment of weakness…Trent, thank you.
Onto this week. Triple threat rules in a match that contains myself, Mike Machado and Xavier Cross. Also this Monday, I will be addressing the crowd live and all of those watching with something that I can’t tell you now because for lack of any other better term…it needs to be done on a bigger stage.
Mike Machado and Xavier Cross are two of the most dedicated people both in this or any other business. Hell, Xavier runs a bunch of charities in his spare time and that’s commendable but stupid.
Don’t construe things the wrong way ladies and gentlemen, Xavier Cross is a good man, but for him to be focused on an outside venture as much as he is the one in the ring, is the reason he lost his Heavyweight Title to Xander Famularo at Legacy. Try as he did, there was a little distraction in the back of his head and that’s what did it. He may deny that, and that’s all well and good and yet is what’s wrong with this business today. It’s all one big illusion, one big façade if you will, but I will not be sidetracked by such talk at this point in time.
Speaking of sidetracked, that brings me to Mike Machado. Hell of a competitor, not a shadow of a doubt about it, funny as hell, not a single piece of focus in his entire body. Hell, for a time, he didn’t even know his identity. He didn’t know what makes him stand out in this world of repetition that we live in today. Sad that a man so talented can go so long without any sort of recognition…true recognition.
That is what I achieved this past weekend if I didn’t already have it. There were those who have watched me my entire career and said “He can’t win the big one.” Well this Sunday, despite the fact that there was nothing on the line, other than simple pride, I took everything that Trent Helms had to offer and I shoved it all back in his face, and in the end, I did what was needed to win a big one on a big stage, and now because there’s some sort of mutual respect between he and I, the efforts that I have put forth inside that ring have finally been vindicated in the eyes of many.
What I do in that ring is perform at the highest of high levels. I perform at levels that many others can only dream of and I don’t do it for anyone but me. I could sit here and lie to the world, each and every one person listening today and say I do it for all of you, but I’m not here to lie to you anymore. I’ve done it and to be honest, it got boring.
I’m don’t say things like “I’m the best.” To put them on a t-shirt to make money, or to put it in sparkly letters on the back of my trunks to look like an asshole. I say it because I believe that ever night I go out to that ring, whether I win, whether I lose, or whether it’s a no-contest, I prove that the abilities I have to perform in that ring are second to none.
Some do this for your admiration, some for the fame, some for the money, and some because they think they like to hurt other people. Those reasons are all kosher, but they’re hollow in meaning. I do this because I enjoy it. I like coming to work every damn day whether I have a torn quadriceps muscle, broken finger, jammed toe, or a gash the size of the Grand Canyon itself in my forehead. That’s something that I would venture to say that eighty percent of the world can’t say. The guy sitting at the counter at a gas station can’t say it. Supermarket stockers, can’t say it. I can look any one person in the eyes and tell them that I absolutely, positively love to travel the roads with the hottest girl on the planet. I love to walk in front of a camera and berate them if need be or praise them for their greatness. I love to walk down that ramp, step through those ropes, and perform because that’s what I’m good at.
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Title: Pain and Suffering
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 6:44 PM Eastern Standard Time
The sun was heading over the horizon, some call it sunset I believe, but what the hell do I know after being hit in the head to the point that I bled like a stuffed pig. After all the shots, and the severe drainage of blood, I was a little woozy even still, and the bright rays of said sun still affected me to the point that I had to shield my eyes. Alexis noticed my discomfort and glanced over to offer a helping hand.
Alexis Caffrey: Are you sure that you want to do this?
Mike Laszlo: I told her I would and you know how I am when I keep my word.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay, watch your step.
Balance was good but after a while I would get a little wobbly, again, side effects of blood loss. We went into the lobby of the hotel and walked to the nearby elevator heading up to the third floor balcony, walkway to the shady motel rooms. I stopped at room 210 and knocked a total of three times while awaiting an answer. Slowly the door was pulled back and peeking around the corner was Raven, still skittish that she would be found by the man who gave her the black eye.
Seeing it was me she pulled the door back and invited us in but due to my non-well-being, I had to decline.
Mike Laszlo: You ready?
Raven Simpson: Yeah.
Mike Laszlo: Okay, let’s go.
She grabbed her things from the bed and headed out the door. She handed Alexis the key, and she took it down to the front office to take care of everything. Raven and I started walking when all of a sudden I stumbled toward the wall and had to stick my hand out to balance myself and keep from falling.
Raven Simpson: Are you okay?
Mike Laszlo: I am. Hard match Sunday and I am really feeling the effects.
Raven Simpson: Let me help you.
She helped me to my feet and I draped an arm over her. Alexis came running back up the steps and saw my fragile state and ran over to help with the other side. The two of them helped me to the car and the scene faded as we left for home.
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So you see what I’m going through. My condition is crap and yet I need to push through because that’s who I am.
This Monday night, I don’t want sympathy for my condition and I damn sure don’t want the two of you to take it easy on me. I’m coming full force at you, even if that means eighty percent, and I expect no less from either one of you.
Just to give you a little added motivation should it be needed, I would whoop your ass in a heartbeat if I saw you were in the condition I’m in.
Harsh? Yes. That’s the way the world is, and when all is said and done, this Monday, the three of us will put on a show. If I have to be carted out of that damn arena, then so be it. I want your best, because even at eighty percent, seventy-five percent, hell fifty percent…your best might still not be good enough. I’ll see you two Monday night. Just remember…BRING IT!
Last Sunday night at Legacy I went through one hell of a battle, with the man who sits at ringside each and every week, yet still has the in-ring skill to compete with the best of the best this company has to offer, Trent Helms and I have the stitches in my head to prove it. However, in this world of professional wrestling, there is no rest for the wicked barring a concussion or other serious injury. I don’t stop nor does anyone else on this roster due to a simple cut and a ton of blood loss.
So although one would like to reflect on the match last week, I don’t. It’s not out of malcontent or anything like that. I simply just don’t have the time. So that said, here is my moment of weakness…Trent, thank you.
Onto this week. Triple threat rules in a match that contains myself, Mike Machado and Xavier Cross. Also this Monday, I will be addressing the crowd live and all of those watching with something that I can’t tell you now because for lack of any other better term…it needs to be done on a bigger stage.
Mike Machado and Xavier Cross are two of the most dedicated people both in this or any other business. Hell, Xavier runs a bunch of charities in his spare time and that’s commendable but stupid.
Don’t construe things the wrong way ladies and gentlemen, Xavier Cross is a good man, but for him to be focused on an outside venture as much as he is the one in the ring, is the reason he lost his Heavyweight Title to Xander Famularo at Legacy. Try as he did, there was a little distraction in the back of his head and that’s what did it. He may deny that, and that’s all well and good and yet is what’s wrong with this business today. It’s all one big illusion, one big façade if you will, but I will not be sidetracked by such talk at this point in time.
Speaking of sidetracked, that brings me to Mike Machado. Hell of a competitor, not a shadow of a doubt about it, funny as hell, not a single piece of focus in his entire body. Hell, for a time, he didn’t even know his identity. He didn’t know what makes him stand out in this world of repetition that we live in today. Sad that a man so talented can go so long without any sort of recognition…true recognition.
That is what I achieved this past weekend if I didn’t already have it. There were those who have watched me my entire career and said “He can’t win the big one.” Well this Sunday, despite the fact that there was nothing on the line, other than simple pride, I took everything that Trent Helms had to offer and I shoved it all back in his face, and in the end, I did what was needed to win a big one on a big stage, and now because there’s some sort of mutual respect between he and I, the efforts that I have put forth inside that ring have finally been vindicated in the eyes of many.
What I do in that ring is perform at the highest of high levels. I perform at levels that many others can only dream of and I don’t do it for anyone but me. I could sit here and lie to the world, each and every one person listening today and say I do it for all of you, but I’m not here to lie to you anymore. I’ve done it and to be honest, it got boring.
I’m don’t say things like “I’m the best.” To put them on a t-shirt to make money, or to put it in sparkly letters on the back of my trunks to look like an asshole. I say it because I believe that ever night I go out to that ring, whether I win, whether I lose, or whether it’s a no-contest, I prove that the abilities I have to perform in that ring are second to none.
Some do this for your admiration, some for the fame, some for the money, and some because they think they like to hurt other people. Those reasons are all kosher, but they’re hollow in meaning. I do this because I enjoy it. I like coming to work every damn day whether I have a torn quadriceps muscle, broken finger, jammed toe, or a gash the size of the Grand Canyon itself in my forehead. That’s something that I would venture to say that eighty percent of the world can’t say. The guy sitting at the counter at a gas station can’t say it. Supermarket stockers, can’t say it. I can look any one person in the eyes and tell them that I absolutely, positively love to travel the roads with the hottest girl on the planet. I love to walk in front of a camera and berate them if need be or praise them for their greatness. I love to walk down that ramp, step through those ropes, and perform because that’s what I’m good at.
====================
Title: Pain and Suffering
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 6:44 PM Eastern Standard Time
The sun was heading over the horizon, some call it sunset I believe, but what the hell do I know after being hit in the head to the point that I bled like a stuffed pig. After all the shots, and the severe drainage of blood, I was a little woozy even still, and the bright rays of said sun still affected me to the point that I had to shield my eyes. Alexis noticed my discomfort and glanced over to offer a helping hand.
Alexis Caffrey: Are you sure that you want to do this?
Mike Laszlo: I told her I would and you know how I am when I keep my word.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay, watch your step.
Balance was good but after a while I would get a little wobbly, again, side effects of blood loss. We went into the lobby of the hotel and walked to the nearby elevator heading up to the third floor balcony, walkway to the shady motel rooms. I stopped at room 210 and knocked a total of three times while awaiting an answer. Slowly the door was pulled back and peeking around the corner was Raven, still skittish that she would be found by the man who gave her the black eye.
Seeing it was me she pulled the door back and invited us in but due to my non-well-being, I had to decline.
Mike Laszlo: You ready?
Raven Simpson: Yeah.
Mike Laszlo: Okay, let’s go.
She grabbed her things from the bed and headed out the door. She handed Alexis the key, and she took it down to the front office to take care of everything. Raven and I started walking when all of a sudden I stumbled toward the wall and had to stick my hand out to balance myself and keep from falling.
Raven Simpson: Are you okay?
Mike Laszlo: I am. Hard match Sunday and I am really feeling the effects.
Raven Simpson: Let me help you.
She helped me to my feet and I draped an arm over her. Alexis came running back up the steps and saw my fragile state and ran over to help with the other side. The two of them helped me to the car and the scene faded as we left for home.
===================
So you see what I’m going through. My condition is crap and yet I need to push through because that’s who I am.
This Monday night, I don’t want sympathy for my condition and I damn sure don’t want the two of you to take it easy on me. I’m coming full force at you, even if that means eighty percent, and I expect no less from either one of you.
Just to give you a little added motivation should it be needed, I would whoop your ass in a heartbeat if I saw you were in the condition I’m in.
Harsh? Yes. That’s the way the world is, and when all is said and done, this Monday, the three of us will put on a show. If I have to be carted out of that damn arena, then so be it. I want your best, because even at eighty percent, seventy-five percent, hell fifty percent…your best might still not be good enough. I’ll see you two Monday night. Just remember…BRING IT!
Well howdy there pardner.