Post by Mike Laszlo on Sept 15, 2013 4:46:54 GMT
If only Joe Everyman knew what he was getting into in this little game he has going with Roberto Verona.
If only he knew.
I on the other hand, know exactly what I’m getting into this coming Monday night on Sacrifice. As I head South to the “Queen City”, Cincinnati, Ohio and I walk down that ramp in front of the thousands of people in the arena, and stand across from Verona, I’ll admit…I’ll probably smile a bit. While we could focus on the three months of hell we put each other through, I’ll sum it all up for you… “It was a war.” The head games, or more apropos the Mind Games we played were strategic as they possibly could be and the assaults were just as brutal.
So the story continues with a new venue, a new company. It continues in a company that you partially own, so I guess that means that you’re the boss. You know…that’s truly one of the great things about this business; this industry that we all choose to work in. What other job can you get into a twenty foot by twenty foot ring and beat the crap out of your boss in front of the world? You see, you can use your power in any way you see fit Roberto and I wouldn’t blame you one single bit. For the last few months of NCW you wiggled and got your way into the brass of the company, slowly acquiring the assets needed to purchase your fair share of what would become IWF, so that like NCW, you can put your harsh, brutal stamp of approval upon this place. You earned the power of which you possess, and it is yours to wield as you please.
There’s a problem however with this little scenario put in front of us. You may be the boss, but that little voice inside my head tells me not to care. You know me better than anyone in this company that hasn’t already known me on a personal note, and you know that when I tell you I care not for your authority status, or that of any of the other highly regarded members of your staff, I mean it. So when we step into the ring Monday night, you’re not Roberto Verona the suit wearing, power wielding business man. You’re simply Roberto Verona the wrestler. You’re Roberto Verona, the man who kept me from my dream for three months, and you’re the Roberto Verona for whom I owe just a tad bit of payback.
I was told of this match last week and part of me smiled. I want the competition that you yourself embody. I want the best of the best and you freely tell the world, then back it up that you are one of them. That’s the part that I respect about you Roberto. For all that time, and all of the back and forth, the words shouted and the punches thrown, I hated the man you were, but I respected every bit of ability you showed. That’s where it ended then, and that’s where it ends now.
Why?
It ends now Roberto, just like before because honestly, while you sit back and proclaim your betterment, and you stake your claims of evolution, you’re the same. You haven’t changed a single bit from the man I faced in 2012 other than the fact that now you wear a fancier suit, and answer to nobody with the power to tell you no because no longer does that person exist. So while you’ve gained power in a more business-esque fashion than before, you’re still the same guy because you fight for a near identical, yet still semi-different cause.
Back then you fought to better the competition. You were the savior of NCW, self-proclaimed or not, and you did what was necessary to keep yourself at the top of the mountain. Now you fight for something slightly different. Now you fight for identity, for justice. Joe Everyman and his alcoholic splurge tarnished a company in which you own. He took the IWF name after supposedly being its leader, and dragged it through the streets on fire. Last time it was what was right for the business, and now it’s just a tad bit different. Here, in this company, it’s about what’s best for “your” business.
You see Joe as a man who took the trust you enshrined in him, balled it up, and punched you square in the face with it. You see him as an un-loyal prick who couldn’t handle the pressure of actually being considered good. In other words, you feel like he Johnny Manziel’ed you after he won the Imperial Title. You feel that he was out of line, and you did what any boss would do…you punished him.
That was just for something he did figuratively to you and “your” company. So I have to ask you Roberto, what are you going to do to me after Monday night? What are you going to do after I get that little semblance of meaningless payback? There’s no title’s on the line. There’s no title shots up for grabs. This time, it’s just for shits and giggles with some women on the side, one of which is at least tolerable to look at. This time it is for nothing but pride. What will you do to me when I take that pride from you? What will you do when after this victory, and with more to follow, I anoint myself to the position that I crave, the one that some say I don’t deserve? What happens if I do indeed become the face of “your” company with my face on the cups and the t-shirts selling like hotcakes? I know damn well that I am not the hand-picked golden boy, but every so often the unseen becomes seen. Every so often Roberto, the unnoticed becomes noticeable. I want to know…what then?
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Title: True or False?
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 11:40 PM Local Time
The culprit is known, and now it is time to get to business. Just in case you forgot or haven’t kept up, last week before revealing to Raven her new living arrangements, I got her to tell me who it was that beat her so badly. The guy goes by the name of Brian Sane. So here I happen to be, late at night, sitting in the dark with only the illumination of the computer screen to keep me from being encompassed in total darkness in my office. I had spent most of the day doing research on this guy, and I’ll admit it, to some extent, my damsel in distress, Raven. The bruise was real, the story seems legit, but some part of me, partially due in part to her previous collusion against me, is uneasy about the whole situation. As I sit in my chair, leaning forward on the desk, I scroll down on more information about this Sane character. As my eyes glance from side to side on the screen, my attention is interrupted by the sound of my office door being pushed open. With my concentration broken, I look up, squinting my eyes as they adjust to the darkness to see Alexis walking into the room.
Mike Laszlo: Babe?
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, it’s me.
She walks over to my side of the desk as I take a break from the “action”, pushing my chair back a couple feet allowing her to lean on the edge of the desk.
Alexis Caffrey: You’ve been in here most of the day. What’s going on?
I didn’t tell her what Raven told me. Part of it was because I told Raven that I wouldn’t unless I deemed it a “need be” situation. The other part of it, the more important part was the plain and simple reason that I didn’t want to worry Alexis. I didn’t want her to feel uneasy while we were out and about doing daily chores. I didn’t want her to worry about me, my child, or herself for that matter. I kept it from her…until now. The first word however was not the one she expected nor wanted to hear.
Mike Laszlo: Raven.
I could tell that she was definitely not amused by the name I spoke. She rolled her eyes and scowled.
Alexis Caffrey: Are you serious? This bit…
Mike Laszlo: Whoa. Relax. I got her to tell me who did it to her.
Alexis Caffrey: Huh? You mean she gave you a name?
Mike Laszlo: She did.
Alexis Caffrey: Maybe this is real after all?
Mike Laszlo: I want to say it is. I just can’t get by what she did to me before to fully believe it.
Alexis Caffrey: Who is it?
In an attempt to break her momentum I sigh as I look up to her face, getting a slight glimpse of her beautiful brown eyes thanks to the dim lighting of the computer screen to her side.
Mike Laszlo: I don’t want you to worry about it. I don’t want you to worry about me.
She pushes off the desk and sits in my lap in the office chair with me. She sits with her legs over the side and her arms wrapped like a rope anchoring a boat around my neck to secure her position.
Alexis Caffrey: I love you.
Mike Laszlo: I love you too.
Alexis Caffrey: And that’s the sole reason that I’m going to worry about you no matter what. If you don’t tell me, I’ll have no clue what to worry about and every single little thing out of place will freak me out. I’ll turn into one of those completely paranoid girls who will bite somebody’s face off just because they snuck up on me in the store or something.
I couldn’t help but snicker a bit before answering.
Mike Laszlo: And we wouldn’t want you going around eating people’s faces now would we?
Alexis Caffrey: I know, right? I don’t need flesh and muscle getting stuck in my teeth.
I realized that I had to tell her just to calm her down and settle her nerves. Sighing again I turned the chair to the side so she could see the screen with the man’s picture, an old mug shot, on it. Motioning to the screen I explain the situation.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, fine. Here’s the story. The guy up on the screen there is Brian Sane. He’s the guy who for argument’s sake, beat her up.
She looked at the screen with some interest. The picture depicted a heavy-set Puerto Rican man with a mustache and goatee. He liked to wear a chain around his neck and had no hair atop his head. As she looked on, she read the rap sheet provided free of charge by the public records of the state of Ohio.
Alexis Caffrey: It says here that he’s gotten off on kidnapping, assault, and other petty crimes. His profile seems to go along with the story. As easily as you looked this up though, who’s to say she didn’t just look this guy up and blame it on him?
Mike Laszlo: It’s a possibility, but somebody hit her. That wasn’t makeup. It was legitimate bruising.
Alexis Caffrey: That maybe true, but knowing what she’s done to you, on top of the fact that her supposed former life was as a con-girl, anything is possible. She could be working with somebody else. Hell, she could be working with this guy and had him hit her just to make it convincing. There’s weird people in this world, and I bet your paycheck that she’s one of them.
Her words sunk in. She had doubts as did I. What if it was true though? What if these doubts are all unfounded? I thought about what she had to say as my eyes shifted around the room, at her, at the computer, and around the room again. I then shifted to the screen and stared at Sane’s mugshot, an icy cold stare looking right back at me. I looked back at Alexis who seemed worried that I didn’t respond right away.
Mike Laszlo: Well, until we get proof one way or another, we play it by ear and wait on the edge of our seats.
Alexis Caffrey: I just don’t want you to get hurt. If something happened to you…I…I don’t know what I would do.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry about me. I’ve dealt with scum before and it’s nothing new. I can hold my own.
She stands up and turns toward me, leaning forward and kissing me. As she pulls away, she smiles.
Alexis Caffrey: How about you take a break from that and come hangout with me?
Mike Laszlo: Sounds like a plan. Let me save all of this and I’ll be right in.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay.
She heads out of the room leaving me alone once more in the dimly lit room With the door closed, the only sound heard in the crickets outside as I stare at the screen one more time. Was her story true? Did this guy beat the crap out of her? Is everything as she said? Time will indeed tell. As I stare at the screen, a snarl comes across my face.
Mike Laszlo: You better hope this is all a lie. I’m will find out, and if it’s true, I will get you.
With those ominous words toward the picture on the screen, I lean forward and turn off the monitor, incasing the scene in total darkness as it soon comes to an end.
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The only thing I could wish Roberto is that this Monday on live TV, we could go at it one on one. You and I can write another chapter in the glorious story of Roberto Verona versus Mike Laszlo. Alas however, that cannot be. I don’t know why, but you decided to add to this match Jessica Reed, your significant other’s sister, and Diamond’s Champion and a worthy challenger in Ashley Mastrangelo to this match. I’ll get to the two of them in a minute, don’t you worry. I have to ask though Roberto, why? Why not just make it you and me in that ring, mono-y-mono? Is it the layoff? Do you have doubts about your own ability in that ring since last you fought? It seems to me that you’re building an excuse for a loss rather than a glorious kingdom. Whatever the reasoning, I’m sure there will be a corporate backspin to it and it will all make sense in the grand scheme of things. Maybe having wrestlers the caliber of you and I teaming with the Diamonds the caliber of the two young ladies we team with is simply what’s best for business? After all, that’s what you strive for. You want what’s best for business, as long as it doesn’t hurt your reputation in the process.
No matter Berto.
Whether it be one on one, tag team, triple threat, fatal four way, in a parking lot, in a ring, in the backstage area, or inside a cell, the opportunity to get in the ring with a competitor like you is what I’ve relished since this little revitalization that I’ve had. Gone are the days of playing mind games with you Roberto. Gone are the days of dick-swinging bravado, the “I’m better” speeches because quite frankly, whether it be from you or from me, it’s all been heard before. Back toward the end of last year, you had your opportunity to do something huge. You had your shot to emphatically leave your namesake, your mark on this business and you not only took the ball and ran with it, you scored and for that you will always be looked upon favorably as a competitor. Monday night, with Ashley as my partner, we take on you and Jessica, and we look to make the best of our opportunities individually, yet together as a team.
Speaking of my star pupil, though she’ll probably hate the fact that I referred to her as such, we meet again. Despite what has happened personally in our past, I applaud you on how far you’ve become. The wrestler that you have become in this male dominated industry is exactly what I thought you could become all along since the day we met. I knew that with guidance and a little self-esteem boost you would be in the very position you find yourself in today. Our paths have crossed for a reason Ash and it’s for me to import another lesson upon you. This Monday is perhaps the biggest opportunity of your life and you need to seize it with every fiber of your being. Walk to that ramp, be my partner, and I promise, as I did all those years ago, that I will help you score the biggest victory of your young career. I will set you up for success. I will help you take advantage of the opportunity presented to you.
Together we will give Roberto what he craves so much. I will show him that where I think I belong is exactly where I do indeed belong. You will show him that hunger that I taught you to have deep down in your belly. Show him that despite the fact that Jessica holds the Diamonds’ Title, that you are every bit as good, if not better than her. Show that you can indeed beat her. She has her problems with the bitch committee, and this is a big opportunity for you. Join me Monday and we will show Roberto Verona, a big decision maker in this company, that we are more than just fodder being fed to the champions of this organization, and that we can be oh so much more. Be careful what you wish for Roberto, you just might get it.
If only he knew.
I on the other hand, know exactly what I’m getting into this coming Monday night on Sacrifice. As I head South to the “Queen City”, Cincinnati, Ohio and I walk down that ramp in front of the thousands of people in the arena, and stand across from Verona, I’ll admit…I’ll probably smile a bit. While we could focus on the three months of hell we put each other through, I’ll sum it all up for you… “It was a war.” The head games, or more apropos the Mind Games we played were strategic as they possibly could be and the assaults were just as brutal.
So the story continues with a new venue, a new company. It continues in a company that you partially own, so I guess that means that you’re the boss. You know…that’s truly one of the great things about this business; this industry that we all choose to work in. What other job can you get into a twenty foot by twenty foot ring and beat the crap out of your boss in front of the world? You see, you can use your power in any way you see fit Roberto and I wouldn’t blame you one single bit. For the last few months of NCW you wiggled and got your way into the brass of the company, slowly acquiring the assets needed to purchase your fair share of what would become IWF, so that like NCW, you can put your harsh, brutal stamp of approval upon this place. You earned the power of which you possess, and it is yours to wield as you please.
There’s a problem however with this little scenario put in front of us. You may be the boss, but that little voice inside my head tells me not to care. You know me better than anyone in this company that hasn’t already known me on a personal note, and you know that when I tell you I care not for your authority status, or that of any of the other highly regarded members of your staff, I mean it. So when we step into the ring Monday night, you’re not Roberto Verona the suit wearing, power wielding business man. You’re simply Roberto Verona the wrestler. You’re Roberto Verona, the man who kept me from my dream for three months, and you’re the Roberto Verona for whom I owe just a tad bit of payback.
I was told of this match last week and part of me smiled. I want the competition that you yourself embody. I want the best of the best and you freely tell the world, then back it up that you are one of them. That’s the part that I respect about you Roberto. For all that time, and all of the back and forth, the words shouted and the punches thrown, I hated the man you were, but I respected every bit of ability you showed. That’s where it ended then, and that’s where it ends now.
Why?
It ends now Roberto, just like before because honestly, while you sit back and proclaim your betterment, and you stake your claims of evolution, you’re the same. You haven’t changed a single bit from the man I faced in 2012 other than the fact that now you wear a fancier suit, and answer to nobody with the power to tell you no because no longer does that person exist. So while you’ve gained power in a more business-esque fashion than before, you’re still the same guy because you fight for a near identical, yet still semi-different cause.
Back then you fought to better the competition. You were the savior of NCW, self-proclaimed or not, and you did what was necessary to keep yourself at the top of the mountain. Now you fight for something slightly different. Now you fight for identity, for justice. Joe Everyman and his alcoholic splurge tarnished a company in which you own. He took the IWF name after supposedly being its leader, and dragged it through the streets on fire. Last time it was what was right for the business, and now it’s just a tad bit different. Here, in this company, it’s about what’s best for “your” business.
You see Joe as a man who took the trust you enshrined in him, balled it up, and punched you square in the face with it. You see him as an un-loyal prick who couldn’t handle the pressure of actually being considered good. In other words, you feel like he Johnny Manziel’ed you after he won the Imperial Title. You feel that he was out of line, and you did what any boss would do…you punished him.
That was just for something he did figuratively to you and “your” company. So I have to ask you Roberto, what are you going to do to me after Monday night? What are you going to do after I get that little semblance of meaningless payback? There’s no title’s on the line. There’s no title shots up for grabs. This time, it’s just for shits and giggles with some women on the side, one of which is at least tolerable to look at. This time it is for nothing but pride. What will you do to me when I take that pride from you? What will you do when after this victory, and with more to follow, I anoint myself to the position that I crave, the one that some say I don’t deserve? What happens if I do indeed become the face of “your” company with my face on the cups and the t-shirts selling like hotcakes? I know damn well that I am not the hand-picked golden boy, but every so often the unseen becomes seen. Every so often Roberto, the unnoticed becomes noticeable. I want to know…what then?
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Title: True or False?
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 11:40 PM Local Time
The culprit is known, and now it is time to get to business. Just in case you forgot or haven’t kept up, last week before revealing to Raven her new living arrangements, I got her to tell me who it was that beat her so badly. The guy goes by the name of Brian Sane. So here I happen to be, late at night, sitting in the dark with only the illumination of the computer screen to keep me from being encompassed in total darkness in my office. I had spent most of the day doing research on this guy, and I’ll admit it, to some extent, my damsel in distress, Raven. The bruise was real, the story seems legit, but some part of me, partially due in part to her previous collusion against me, is uneasy about the whole situation. As I sit in my chair, leaning forward on the desk, I scroll down on more information about this Sane character. As my eyes glance from side to side on the screen, my attention is interrupted by the sound of my office door being pushed open. With my concentration broken, I look up, squinting my eyes as they adjust to the darkness to see Alexis walking into the room.
Mike Laszlo: Babe?
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, it’s me.
She walks over to my side of the desk as I take a break from the “action”, pushing my chair back a couple feet allowing her to lean on the edge of the desk.
Alexis Caffrey: You’ve been in here most of the day. What’s going on?
I didn’t tell her what Raven told me. Part of it was because I told Raven that I wouldn’t unless I deemed it a “need be” situation. The other part of it, the more important part was the plain and simple reason that I didn’t want to worry Alexis. I didn’t want her to feel uneasy while we were out and about doing daily chores. I didn’t want her to worry about me, my child, or herself for that matter. I kept it from her…until now. The first word however was not the one she expected nor wanted to hear.
Mike Laszlo: Raven.
I could tell that she was definitely not amused by the name I spoke. She rolled her eyes and scowled.
Alexis Caffrey: Are you serious? This bit…
Mike Laszlo: Whoa. Relax. I got her to tell me who did it to her.
Alexis Caffrey: Huh? You mean she gave you a name?
Mike Laszlo: She did.
Alexis Caffrey: Maybe this is real after all?
Mike Laszlo: I want to say it is. I just can’t get by what she did to me before to fully believe it.
Alexis Caffrey: Who is it?
In an attempt to break her momentum I sigh as I look up to her face, getting a slight glimpse of her beautiful brown eyes thanks to the dim lighting of the computer screen to her side.
Mike Laszlo: I don’t want you to worry about it. I don’t want you to worry about me.
She pushes off the desk and sits in my lap in the office chair with me. She sits with her legs over the side and her arms wrapped like a rope anchoring a boat around my neck to secure her position.
Alexis Caffrey: I love you.
Mike Laszlo: I love you too.
Alexis Caffrey: And that’s the sole reason that I’m going to worry about you no matter what. If you don’t tell me, I’ll have no clue what to worry about and every single little thing out of place will freak me out. I’ll turn into one of those completely paranoid girls who will bite somebody’s face off just because they snuck up on me in the store or something.
I couldn’t help but snicker a bit before answering.
Mike Laszlo: And we wouldn’t want you going around eating people’s faces now would we?
Alexis Caffrey: I know, right? I don’t need flesh and muscle getting stuck in my teeth.
I realized that I had to tell her just to calm her down and settle her nerves. Sighing again I turned the chair to the side so she could see the screen with the man’s picture, an old mug shot, on it. Motioning to the screen I explain the situation.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, fine. Here’s the story. The guy up on the screen there is Brian Sane. He’s the guy who for argument’s sake, beat her up.
She looked at the screen with some interest. The picture depicted a heavy-set Puerto Rican man with a mustache and goatee. He liked to wear a chain around his neck and had no hair atop his head. As she looked on, she read the rap sheet provided free of charge by the public records of the state of Ohio.
Alexis Caffrey: It says here that he’s gotten off on kidnapping, assault, and other petty crimes. His profile seems to go along with the story. As easily as you looked this up though, who’s to say she didn’t just look this guy up and blame it on him?
Mike Laszlo: It’s a possibility, but somebody hit her. That wasn’t makeup. It was legitimate bruising.
Alexis Caffrey: That maybe true, but knowing what she’s done to you, on top of the fact that her supposed former life was as a con-girl, anything is possible. She could be working with somebody else. Hell, she could be working with this guy and had him hit her just to make it convincing. There’s weird people in this world, and I bet your paycheck that she’s one of them.
Her words sunk in. She had doubts as did I. What if it was true though? What if these doubts are all unfounded? I thought about what she had to say as my eyes shifted around the room, at her, at the computer, and around the room again. I then shifted to the screen and stared at Sane’s mugshot, an icy cold stare looking right back at me. I looked back at Alexis who seemed worried that I didn’t respond right away.
Mike Laszlo: Well, until we get proof one way or another, we play it by ear and wait on the edge of our seats.
Alexis Caffrey: I just don’t want you to get hurt. If something happened to you…I…I don’t know what I would do.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry about me. I’ve dealt with scum before and it’s nothing new. I can hold my own.
She stands up and turns toward me, leaning forward and kissing me. As she pulls away, she smiles.
Alexis Caffrey: How about you take a break from that and come hangout with me?
Mike Laszlo: Sounds like a plan. Let me save all of this and I’ll be right in.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay.
She heads out of the room leaving me alone once more in the dimly lit room With the door closed, the only sound heard in the crickets outside as I stare at the screen one more time. Was her story true? Did this guy beat the crap out of her? Is everything as she said? Time will indeed tell. As I stare at the screen, a snarl comes across my face.
Mike Laszlo: You better hope this is all a lie. I’m will find out, and if it’s true, I will get you.
With those ominous words toward the picture on the screen, I lean forward and turn off the monitor, incasing the scene in total darkness as it soon comes to an end.
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The only thing I could wish Roberto is that this Monday on live TV, we could go at it one on one. You and I can write another chapter in the glorious story of Roberto Verona versus Mike Laszlo. Alas however, that cannot be. I don’t know why, but you decided to add to this match Jessica Reed, your significant other’s sister, and Diamond’s Champion and a worthy challenger in Ashley Mastrangelo to this match. I’ll get to the two of them in a minute, don’t you worry. I have to ask though Roberto, why? Why not just make it you and me in that ring, mono-y-mono? Is it the layoff? Do you have doubts about your own ability in that ring since last you fought? It seems to me that you’re building an excuse for a loss rather than a glorious kingdom. Whatever the reasoning, I’m sure there will be a corporate backspin to it and it will all make sense in the grand scheme of things. Maybe having wrestlers the caliber of you and I teaming with the Diamonds the caliber of the two young ladies we team with is simply what’s best for business? After all, that’s what you strive for. You want what’s best for business, as long as it doesn’t hurt your reputation in the process.
No matter Berto.
Whether it be one on one, tag team, triple threat, fatal four way, in a parking lot, in a ring, in the backstage area, or inside a cell, the opportunity to get in the ring with a competitor like you is what I’ve relished since this little revitalization that I’ve had. Gone are the days of playing mind games with you Roberto. Gone are the days of dick-swinging bravado, the “I’m better” speeches because quite frankly, whether it be from you or from me, it’s all been heard before. Back toward the end of last year, you had your opportunity to do something huge. You had your shot to emphatically leave your namesake, your mark on this business and you not only took the ball and ran with it, you scored and for that you will always be looked upon favorably as a competitor. Monday night, with Ashley as my partner, we take on you and Jessica, and we look to make the best of our opportunities individually, yet together as a team.
Speaking of my star pupil, though she’ll probably hate the fact that I referred to her as such, we meet again. Despite what has happened personally in our past, I applaud you on how far you’ve become. The wrestler that you have become in this male dominated industry is exactly what I thought you could become all along since the day we met. I knew that with guidance and a little self-esteem boost you would be in the very position you find yourself in today. Our paths have crossed for a reason Ash and it’s for me to import another lesson upon you. This Monday is perhaps the biggest opportunity of your life and you need to seize it with every fiber of your being. Walk to that ramp, be my partner, and I promise, as I did all those years ago, that I will help you score the biggest victory of your young career. I will set you up for success. I will help you take advantage of the opportunity presented to you.
Together we will give Roberto what he craves so much. I will show him that where I think I belong is exactly where I do indeed belong. You will show him that hunger that I taught you to have deep down in your belly. Show him that despite the fact that Jessica holds the Diamonds’ Title, that you are every bit as good, if not better than her. Show that you can indeed beat her. She has her problems with the bitch committee, and this is a big opportunity for you. Join me Monday and we will show Roberto Verona, a big decision maker in this company, that we are more than just fodder being fed to the champions of this organization, and that we can be oh so much more. Be careful what you wish for Roberto, you just might get it.
Well howdy there pardner.