Post by Mike Laszlo on Oct 13, 2013 21:44:45 GMT
The world is filled with webs of lies. It’s a bit of an “Entanglement” if you will…totally pun intended.
This past Monday night on Sacrifice I went out with the best I had to offer, the same as the week before against Spike Kane. This week though, there was a little something different. An edge if you will that I haven’t had within me in a long, long time. So when the match came and I heard “Cult of Personality” hit the speakers I was a special kind of amped. I was ready to go like I haven’t been ready to go in years and it showed in the best way possible. It showed when I hooked Rob Diamond in the Entanglement and made him tap out. He offered his hand in a show of respect and it was appreciated, and yet it was still a lie.
I was fooled. You all were fooled. We were all fooled by Rob, and more importantly, by Spike Kane. They reformed the Empire, something that I wasn’t around for in the first incarnation of said group. I understand it though. Spike wanted something and he did what he needed to do to get it and I don’t blame him one single bit.
He did what any man looking out for himself would do and that is why he is the IWF Imperial Champion while the rest of us look up.
The problem with Empires though is that while said empires are built to eventually be strong and thriving if done right, eventually fall, some sooner than others.
One man of whom the world knows isn’t fond of this reincarnation of this “Empire” headed by the Imperial Champion just so happens to be my opponent this week on Sacrifice, in yet, another Man of Steel match; a match that I am quickly becoming accustomed to; a match that I am quickly perfecting.
Now while Davey and I have some history, it’s really nothing worth remembering let alone mentioning. Let us instead look to the future. Let’s look at the match coming up next Monday on Sacrifice. You have two men who are some of the most cerebral in this business to this day. You have two men who each in their own way are on their paths of redemption. Monday, October seventh, those paths not only cross, the two cars traveling at high speeds on said paths are about to smash directly into one another and the best part is, it’s in a Man of Steel match where the best of the best work their magic. It’s in a match type in which case one not only proves their physical superiority, but their mental superiority as well.
Now if you ask Davey, in any language, he will most likely not only understand what it is you’re saying, but he’ll tell you that the match favors him in that language in which you ask.
Davey believes himself to be far mentally superior to each and every person on the roster. He thinks he is smarter than every male and female competitor, every single stage worker, and every one of the people watching both in the arena and at home.
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, it’s your story Davey, tell it any which way you want. For the love of God though, I beg of you to please, turn the page back to reality Monday night. That story will be the one that matters. It’s also a story that I will have a big hand in co-writing.
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Title: Entanglement
Location: Backstage Area
Time: Directly After the Match With Rob Diamond
A week later and oh so much has changed. The look of despair was wiped from my face. The depression had evaporated with each tap of Rob Diamond’s hand, and the personal stuff was about to end in the best way possible with the bad guy going down at my hand. As I appeared through the curtain, those same people who cheered me a week earlier and supported me through the rough times were patting me on the back and congratulating me on the victory. This time, I didn’t ignore them, I embraced their congratulations. I shook hands and high-fived people as I walked through the crowd and then beyond, Alexis following close behind. The mood this week was completely different of that from the week before and I for one wanted to keep it this way for quite some time.
Alexis Caffrey: See? I told you that it would be okay. A little re-focus and you were able to overcome all that’s going on in your life to get this win.
Mike Laszlo: The burden of home life was weighing on me so much that I couldn’t stand it. I felt that I was responsible for everything going on and that guilt seeped into my professional life and it just overtook and consumed everything. I couldn’t think straight.
Alexis Caffrey: What changed?
We turned the corner and headed for our joint locker room. As I pushed the door open, the two of us stepped inside and sat on the bench near the locker area.
Mike Laszlo: Remember the other night? The one where I went out and did the recon work?
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah? What about it?
Mike Laszlo: I was there when the guy got home. I snuck out through the back window and as I kneeled down out of view, I heard the two of them talking. Not only did I hear what they were planning, I heard when they were planning it. So as we speak, with the information I gathered, the police are setting up a sting/setup type operation to catch Sane in the act.
Alexis Caffrey: Really? So this whole thing can be over with and I can stop worrying every time I turn around?
Mike Laszlo: Yep. I’m sorry to put you through this. She came to me for help and you know how I am.
Alexis Caffrey: I do. That’s part of what makes me love you so much.
I let out a chuckle signifying that my overall mood was much better than the week before, and it was obviously noticeable to my better half.
Alexis Caffrey: You know, you should do this winning thing more. You’re more fun to be around when you’re happy.
Mike Laszlo: Oh gee, thanks.
The scene fades as the two of us share a laugh.
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So the question that is now asked is “What’s next?”
The empire has formed and the time is now to kill it before it even has a chance to grow. I proved it possible last week and given the chance, I would love to prove it again. That’s not the focus this week though, so as big as that story is, it needs to go on the back burner. I can’t think of what comes next for the Empire, I need to solely focus on me and me alone.
Davey, you’re one of those few guys who was in NCW that’s always talked about when they talk about the “good ole days”. Though your name isn’t mentioned in the same breath as Lance Ryan or Spike Kane, it’s still mentioned and that in and of itself intrigues me. People think NCW and to a lesser extent than others, they think of you.
For the longest time I wondered, as I’m sure others have, how I would have fit into the old era. I wonder what if I was on the roster back then, then I realize it really doesn’t matter. I don’t have a time machine, hell I don’t even have a flex capacitor to go back and make it so. The best I can do is take on those who remain. I’ve taken on the likes of Spike Kane, the likes of Rob Diamond, and I like to think that in the end, I’ve held my own. So now there is you; another one of the resurrected souls from eras past still trying their best to make a living in the new era that has begun.
The last two weeks haven’t just been a revelation here in the IWF but more importantly they have been so to me, not just as a contracted performer in a wrestling company, but as a person overall. It has been…how do I put it…refreshing. To know that things aren’t all on me anymore is a weight lifted. To know that I can just go out there and be the Mike Laszlo I know and the world knows I can be is one of the greatest feelings known to man…might even be better than sex…for most guys, myself not included in that group.
So two roads come to ahead Davey. You and your quest to take down Spike Kane, to take down the Empire, and me and my quest to prove my worth pressure free. You looking at the past and wanting to get over it and myself looking at the past and wanting to somewhat quantifiably embrace it only to the point where I can use it as motivation. I want to be the guy that people talked about back then, and I feel the last two weeks have been nothing but a positive step.
Two weeks ago I took on the Imperial Champion and although it wasn’t a physical victory Davey, it was a moral one. It was a spiritual victory for I know that the world was on the edge of their seat, not knowing how that match was going to end. You and the rest of the world sat on the edge of their seats until the final bell of that match rang loud and clear, and afterwards, the world was talking about me and the talents I put on display. They applauded the effort of two men who went out into that ring and put it all on the line, and they praised the fact that I pushed the face of this company, liked or not, to the brink.
Then there was last week. It was my shot at redemption in the physical sense, yet again, spiritually it could only be looked at as a step forward. I took on Spike’s Tag Team Championship partner, and not only did I win the match, I did it in a fashion that can’t be refuted. I did it in a way more satisfying than a pin fall that could happen by accident. I made him give up in the center of that ring. If that’s not a step up then I don’t know what is.
So then comes this week in what some would say is a step down. I get to face you Davey in yet another Man of Steel match, one quickly becoming a staple in my resume. I’m here to tell you now though Ortega that I don’t view it that way. I respect what you’ve done in this industry and commend you for it as should be done. This week is just another step in the journey of finding myself as a competitor inside the squared circle and you have a distinct privilege of doing one of two things. This is where you can stand up and take advantage of an opportunity, or you can fail. You win and you move on, simple as that, but the real lesson Davey would come should you lose. A failure to beat me can lead you down two separate paths that I hope you take the better of.
Monday night I hope you step up in every way the world knows you can because I plan on doing so myself. No matter the outcome, I want you to look at the overall body of work. Should you lose Ortega, I want you to be able to look back and get that same moral victory, that same spiritual victory that I got two weeks ago, then take that ball and run with it as fast as you can.
Or you can drub around, and drag yourself from week to week like a piece of crap who doesn’t even belong on the roster.
If I have it my way, the win-loss choice will be made for you by me. All I can hope is that after, you make the right decision for yourself.
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Title: Web of Ignorance
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 7:55 PM Local Time
It was almost eight o’clock and the trap was set. The night before, after sneaking into the apartment of the man known as Brian Sane, and narrowly escaping, I found out that they were planning on taking or finishing what they started with Raven a few weeks prior. They were going to get into the hospital as “guests” and do whatever they had to do. So I let authorities know of the plot and rather than bust in like gangbusters with no evidence, we formulated the perfect plan with a hidden camera in the room.
The last few minutes came and went as myself and the lead of the operation for the police watched the video. We were all but ready to give up as the visiting hours were soon to be over. We even turned our backs to the monitor and began to converse over a “Plan B”.
Lead Officer: Perhaps you heard wrong Mike?
Mike Laszlo: I know what I heard. They said tonight, toward the end of visitors hours, they were gonna have a surprise for her.
Lead Officer: That doesn’t exactly mean they’re gonna be here.
Mike Laszlo: There’s a good chance that’s what they meant.
Lead Officer: It’s okay if you’re wrong.
Mike Laszlo: I’M NOT!
The silence in the room was enough so to hear a pin drop. I sat there with a million thoughts going through my head.
Mike Laszlo: (In my head) Was I wrong? Did I hear something else? I’m ninety-nine percent sure that that’s what they said.
Just as it seemed as if all hope was lost, and the lead officer was ready to get out of his chair for some air, one of the other officers pointed at the screen.
Officer:Sir?
Lead Officer: What is it?
He turned and sat back in his seat as I spun my chair to watch the monitor. Two men had appeared in the camera’s view as Raven lay motionless in the bed, perhaps sleeping. The two men stood over the bed and looked as if they were thinking a way out to execute this plan. One of them grabbed a spare pillow from the chair beside the bed but was waved off by the other. He then pointed at the two of them and motioned for them to wheel the bed out containing the young woman. That plan was waved off as well when the one guy pointed back at the pillow and shrugged his shoulders. The initial man who grabbed the pillow the first time, did so again and leaned over her body as the other grabbed hold of the bed spread and pulled it off. As they went to assault Raven, the two of them stood there with a confused look on their faces as it was not Raven in the bed, but a wax figure. The video brightens as all the lights are turned on and the two men immediately throw their hands in the air.
Lead Officer: Gottem.
Officer:Good work.
Lead Officer: Great job everybody.
I was relieved yet confused at the same time as I stood from my chair and took a step into the path of the Lead Officer.
Mike Laszlo: Great job? You busted two henchmen. You got nothing. How is this, a great job?
Lead Officer: Sir, you’ll understand in the end. This is a win. Go with it.
Mike Laszlo: This is a draw at best. You better do your job and get Sane.
Grabbing the headset from my head, I tossed it on the table and walked out of the truck, slamming the door as the scene fades.
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Just when you thought you had all the answers, the questions get changed.
I setup this sting operation with the police in an effort to get a known criminal off the street, and it’s blown. I’m told to have faith. I’m told that the two who were busted are gonna roll on their boss. I’m told to sit back and wait.
It’s funny because I don’t have time for that.
Davey, the same has been true since my inception in this company, even back before it was bought. I’ve always been told to sit back and watch the main eventers. I’ve been told since day one that someday that would be me, but for now I had to sit in the back of the bus and simply observe while others had their moment in the sun.
I thought that I had erased the burden when I was the first dual champion in NCW history, I was wrong.
I thought that I had risen from that ignorant obscurity the moment I was entered into the Heavyweight Scramble match at Bloody Assizes.
You guessed it, wrong again.
Then came that moment where I was given opportunity for vindication. I was given the ladder to climb out of that obscurity, and I not only climbed that ladder, I ran up those rungs and looked down at what I had come from and I couldn’t help but smile. I took Spike to the limit and I made his buddy Rob tap out to the Entanglement submission hold.
Last week I said I needed a win and that I was going to get it and I did exactly that. For that moment in time, my words meant something again; something they hadn’t done for me in weeks. This week that trend continues Davey, because even though I got that win last week and it seems the shoe is on the other foot, it’s not. I still need a win and as long as I compete I will need a win because anything else is now failure. There is no more chance at a moral victory because I have achieved that and look to do so no more.
It’s win or bust from here on out Ortega.
Last week I looked into the camera and I said that I wanted the cheers, I wanted the admiration, and I wanted the respect that I felt I deserved and after the last two weeks I have gotten it ten-fold. Now the mission is a little different Dave. Now I’m not fighting to garner something I want. I’m fighting to keep something that I have, and if that’s not better motivation, I don’t know what is. Monday we go to war in what we both deem a must win situation. Only one can win Davey…good luck.
This past Monday night on Sacrifice I went out with the best I had to offer, the same as the week before against Spike Kane. This week though, there was a little something different. An edge if you will that I haven’t had within me in a long, long time. So when the match came and I heard “Cult of Personality” hit the speakers I was a special kind of amped. I was ready to go like I haven’t been ready to go in years and it showed in the best way possible. It showed when I hooked Rob Diamond in the Entanglement and made him tap out. He offered his hand in a show of respect and it was appreciated, and yet it was still a lie.
I was fooled. You all were fooled. We were all fooled by Rob, and more importantly, by Spike Kane. They reformed the Empire, something that I wasn’t around for in the first incarnation of said group. I understand it though. Spike wanted something and he did what he needed to do to get it and I don’t blame him one single bit.
He did what any man looking out for himself would do and that is why he is the IWF Imperial Champion while the rest of us look up.
The problem with Empires though is that while said empires are built to eventually be strong and thriving if done right, eventually fall, some sooner than others.
One man of whom the world knows isn’t fond of this reincarnation of this “Empire” headed by the Imperial Champion just so happens to be my opponent this week on Sacrifice, in yet, another Man of Steel match; a match that I am quickly becoming accustomed to; a match that I am quickly perfecting.
Now while Davey and I have some history, it’s really nothing worth remembering let alone mentioning. Let us instead look to the future. Let’s look at the match coming up next Monday on Sacrifice. You have two men who are some of the most cerebral in this business to this day. You have two men who each in their own way are on their paths of redemption. Monday, October seventh, those paths not only cross, the two cars traveling at high speeds on said paths are about to smash directly into one another and the best part is, it’s in a Man of Steel match where the best of the best work their magic. It’s in a match type in which case one not only proves their physical superiority, but their mental superiority as well.
Now if you ask Davey, in any language, he will most likely not only understand what it is you’re saying, but he’ll tell you that the match favors him in that language in which you ask.
Davey believes himself to be far mentally superior to each and every person on the roster. He thinks he is smarter than every male and female competitor, every single stage worker, and every one of the people watching both in the arena and at home.
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, it’s your story Davey, tell it any which way you want. For the love of God though, I beg of you to please, turn the page back to reality Monday night. That story will be the one that matters. It’s also a story that I will have a big hand in co-writing.
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Title: Entanglement
Location: Backstage Area
Time: Directly After the Match With Rob Diamond
A week later and oh so much has changed. The look of despair was wiped from my face. The depression had evaporated with each tap of Rob Diamond’s hand, and the personal stuff was about to end in the best way possible with the bad guy going down at my hand. As I appeared through the curtain, those same people who cheered me a week earlier and supported me through the rough times were patting me on the back and congratulating me on the victory. This time, I didn’t ignore them, I embraced their congratulations. I shook hands and high-fived people as I walked through the crowd and then beyond, Alexis following close behind. The mood this week was completely different of that from the week before and I for one wanted to keep it this way for quite some time.
Alexis Caffrey: See? I told you that it would be okay. A little re-focus and you were able to overcome all that’s going on in your life to get this win.
Mike Laszlo: The burden of home life was weighing on me so much that I couldn’t stand it. I felt that I was responsible for everything going on and that guilt seeped into my professional life and it just overtook and consumed everything. I couldn’t think straight.
Alexis Caffrey: What changed?
We turned the corner and headed for our joint locker room. As I pushed the door open, the two of us stepped inside and sat on the bench near the locker area.
Mike Laszlo: Remember the other night? The one where I went out and did the recon work?
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah? What about it?
Mike Laszlo: I was there when the guy got home. I snuck out through the back window and as I kneeled down out of view, I heard the two of them talking. Not only did I hear what they were planning, I heard when they were planning it. So as we speak, with the information I gathered, the police are setting up a sting/setup type operation to catch Sane in the act.
Alexis Caffrey: Really? So this whole thing can be over with and I can stop worrying every time I turn around?
Mike Laszlo: Yep. I’m sorry to put you through this. She came to me for help and you know how I am.
Alexis Caffrey: I do. That’s part of what makes me love you so much.
I let out a chuckle signifying that my overall mood was much better than the week before, and it was obviously noticeable to my better half.
Alexis Caffrey: You know, you should do this winning thing more. You’re more fun to be around when you’re happy.
Mike Laszlo: Oh gee, thanks.
The scene fades as the two of us share a laugh.
====================
So the question that is now asked is “What’s next?”
The empire has formed and the time is now to kill it before it even has a chance to grow. I proved it possible last week and given the chance, I would love to prove it again. That’s not the focus this week though, so as big as that story is, it needs to go on the back burner. I can’t think of what comes next for the Empire, I need to solely focus on me and me alone.
Davey, you’re one of those few guys who was in NCW that’s always talked about when they talk about the “good ole days”. Though your name isn’t mentioned in the same breath as Lance Ryan or Spike Kane, it’s still mentioned and that in and of itself intrigues me. People think NCW and to a lesser extent than others, they think of you.
For the longest time I wondered, as I’m sure others have, how I would have fit into the old era. I wonder what if I was on the roster back then, then I realize it really doesn’t matter. I don’t have a time machine, hell I don’t even have a flex capacitor to go back and make it so. The best I can do is take on those who remain. I’ve taken on the likes of Spike Kane, the likes of Rob Diamond, and I like to think that in the end, I’ve held my own. So now there is you; another one of the resurrected souls from eras past still trying their best to make a living in the new era that has begun.
The last two weeks haven’t just been a revelation here in the IWF but more importantly they have been so to me, not just as a contracted performer in a wrestling company, but as a person overall. It has been…how do I put it…refreshing. To know that things aren’t all on me anymore is a weight lifted. To know that I can just go out there and be the Mike Laszlo I know and the world knows I can be is one of the greatest feelings known to man…might even be better than sex…for most guys, myself not included in that group.
So two roads come to ahead Davey. You and your quest to take down Spike Kane, to take down the Empire, and me and my quest to prove my worth pressure free. You looking at the past and wanting to get over it and myself looking at the past and wanting to somewhat quantifiably embrace it only to the point where I can use it as motivation. I want to be the guy that people talked about back then, and I feel the last two weeks have been nothing but a positive step.
Two weeks ago I took on the Imperial Champion and although it wasn’t a physical victory Davey, it was a moral one. It was a spiritual victory for I know that the world was on the edge of their seat, not knowing how that match was going to end. You and the rest of the world sat on the edge of their seats until the final bell of that match rang loud and clear, and afterwards, the world was talking about me and the talents I put on display. They applauded the effort of two men who went out into that ring and put it all on the line, and they praised the fact that I pushed the face of this company, liked or not, to the brink.
Then there was last week. It was my shot at redemption in the physical sense, yet again, spiritually it could only be looked at as a step forward. I took on Spike’s Tag Team Championship partner, and not only did I win the match, I did it in a fashion that can’t be refuted. I did it in a way more satisfying than a pin fall that could happen by accident. I made him give up in the center of that ring. If that’s not a step up then I don’t know what is.
So then comes this week in what some would say is a step down. I get to face you Davey in yet another Man of Steel match, one quickly becoming a staple in my resume. I’m here to tell you now though Ortega that I don’t view it that way. I respect what you’ve done in this industry and commend you for it as should be done. This week is just another step in the journey of finding myself as a competitor inside the squared circle and you have a distinct privilege of doing one of two things. This is where you can stand up and take advantage of an opportunity, or you can fail. You win and you move on, simple as that, but the real lesson Davey would come should you lose. A failure to beat me can lead you down two separate paths that I hope you take the better of.
Monday night I hope you step up in every way the world knows you can because I plan on doing so myself. No matter the outcome, I want you to look at the overall body of work. Should you lose Ortega, I want you to be able to look back and get that same moral victory, that same spiritual victory that I got two weeks ago, then take that ball and run with it as fast as you can.
Or you can drub around, and drag yourself from week to week like a piece of crap who doesn’t even belong on the roster.
If I have it my way, the win-loss choice will be made for you by me. All I can hope is that after, you make the right decision for yourself.
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Title: Web of Ignorance
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 7:55 PM Local Time
It was almost eight o’clock and the trap was set. The night before, after sneaking into the apartment of the man known as Brian Sane, and narrowly escaping, I found out that they were planning on taking or finishing what they started with Raven a few weeks prior. They were going to get into the hospital as “guests” and do whatever they had to do. So I let authorities know of the plot and rather than bust in like gangbusters with no evidence, we formulated the perfect plan with a hidden camera in the room.
The last few minutes came and went as myself and the lead of the operation for the police watched the video. We were all but ready to give up as the visiting hours were soon to be over. We even turned our backs to the monitor and began to converse over a “Plan B”.
Lead Officer: Perhaps you heard wrong Mike?
Mike Laszlo: I know what I heard. They said tonight, toward the end of visitors hours, they were gonna have a surprise for her.
Lead Officer: That doesn’t exactly mean they’re gonna be here.
Mike Laszlo: There’s a good chance that’s what they meant.
Lead Officer: It’s okay if you’re wrong.
Mike Laszlo: I’M NOT!
The silence in the room was enough so to hear a pin drop. I sat there with a million thoughts going through my head.
Mike Laszlo: (In my head) Was I wrong? Did I hear something else? I’m ninety-nine percent sure that that’s what they said.
Just as it seemed as if all hope was lost, and the lead officer was ready to get out of his chair for some air, one of the other officers pointed at the screen.
Officer:Sir?
Lead Officer: What is it?
He turned and sat back in his seat as I spun my chair to watch the monitor. Two men had appeared in the camera’s view as Raven lay motionless in the bed, perhaps sleeping. The two men stood over the bed and looked as if they were thinking a way out to execute this plan. One of them grabbed a spare pillow from the chair beside the bed but was waved off by the other. He then pointed at the two of them and motioned for them to wheel the bed out containing the young woman. That plan was waved off as well when the one guy pointed back at the pillow and shrugged his shoulders. The initial man who grabbed the pillow the first time, did so again and leaned over her body as the other grabbed hold of the bed spread and pulled it off. As they went to assault Raven, the two of them stood there with a confused look on their faces as it was not Raven in the bed, but a wax figure. The video brightens as all the lights are turned on and the two men immediately throw their hands in the air.
Lead Officer: Gottem.
Officer:Good work.
Lead Officer: Great job everybody.
I was relieved yet confused at the same time as I stood from my chair and took a step into the path of the Lead Officer.
Mike Laszlo: Great job? You busted two henchmen. You got nothing. How is this, a great job?
Lead Officer: Sir, you’ll understand in the end. This is a win. Go with it.
Mike Laszlo: This is a draw at best. You better do your job and get Sane.
Grabbing the headset from my head, I tossed it on the table and walked out of the truck, slamming the door as the scene fades.
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Just when you thought you had all the answers, the questions get changed.
I setup this sting operation with the police in an effort to get a known criminal off the street, and it’s blown. I’m told to have faith. I’m told that the two who were busted are gonna roll on their boss. I’m told to sit back and wait.
It’s funny because I don’t have time for that.
Davey, the same has been true since my inception in this company, even back before it was bought. I’ve always been told to sit back and watch the main eventers. I’ve been told since day one that someday that would be me, but for now I had to sit in the back of the bus and simply observe while others had their moment in the sun.
I thought that I had erased the burden when I was the first dual champion in NCW history, I was wrong.
I thought that I had risen from that ignorant obscurity the moment I was entered into the Heavyweight Scramble match at Bloody Assizes.
You guessed it, wrong again.
Then came that moment where I was given opportunity for vindication. I was given the ladder to climb out of that obscurity, and I not only climbed that ladder, I ran up those rungs and looked down at what I had come from and I couldn’t help but smile. I took Spike to the limit and I made his buddy Rob tap out to the Entanglement submission hold.
Last week I said I needed a win and that I was going to get it and I did exactly that. For that moment in time, my words meant something again; something they hadn’t done for me in weeks. This week that trend continues Davey, because even though I got that win last week and it seems the shoe is on the other foot, it’s not. I still need a win and as long as I compete I will need a win because anything else is now failure. There is no more chance at a moral victory because I have achieved that and look to do so no more.
It’s win or bust from here on out Ortega.
Last week I looked into the camera and I said that I wanted the cheers, I wanted the admiration, and I wanted the respect that I felt I deserved and after the last two weeks I have gotten it ten-fold. Now the mission is a little different Dave. Now I’m not fighting to garner something I want. I’m fighting to keep something that I have, and if that’s not better motivation, I don’t know what is. Monday we go to war in what we both deem a must win situation. Only one can win Davey…good luck.
Well howdy there pardner.