Post by Mike Laszlo on Nov 9, 2013 22:43:53 GMT
Go fuck yourself you stupid hillbilly mother fucker.
Is that what you wanted to hear?
Did I get it right?
Please follow the advice that Rob Diamond gave and just shut the hell up.
You come into this company and you want to earn your spot and yet here you sit making claims of wanting to send a message. I hate to tell you this, but it’s time to take your message and return it to the sender because quite frankly, it’s not worth reading.
Big man you are, grabbing women and forcing your will upon them. Who do you think you are, Cable Arcane?
Speaking of which, how you doing buddy? How’s the charred and crispy face behind the mask doing? How about your ribs after being slammed over the production crate? I told you that I would strike back with a vengeance and that I have. I also told you that I wasn’t done with you yet by a long shot and I mean every damn one of those words.
Cable, you’re a dangerous man in your own right, but there’s not a person on this or any other planet who can top me or stop me when I want to hurt someone.
Honestly, that hasn’t been the case in quite some time. I didn’t want to hurt Spike Kane, I wanted to beat him. I didn’t want to hurt Rob Diamond, I wanted to beat him. One out of two isn’t bad so far…and I plan on getting to that second goal in the near future. When it comes to you though Cable, you’ve made it personal. You’ve made it so that I want to not only beat you in a match but beat you to the point that you once more won’t be recognized by the rest of society. I want to beat you to the point that no mask will hide the hideousness of your God Damn Face! That’s in due time though. If I get too far off topic, I’ll never be able to get back on it.
That said…back to you Eddie. Big, brave, Eddie. Yet another man who puts his hands on women and doesn’t have a problem with it.
Fact is though…boy…I have a huge problem with it.
I’m every damn thing you said I am. I am a great wrestler, hell I might be the best technical wrestler on the roster, but an image that I don’t like being portrayed on me is that of a choke artist. The label started to peel back a little last week when I took that weirdo Nero Blake and I made him tap out while he was trapped in a little Entanglement. You said that you don’t care, but in reality, you should.
I’ve beaten names in this business that you can only dream to even face, only because of the fact that they wouldn’t dare waste their time with you. So this would be the point where you go out there in front of the world and you start to make a name for yourself. So what is it you’re doing? You’re taking up issue with a barely here part time wrestler. You’re focusing all of your energy on The Ace, when you could be focusing on an ascent, or at least an attempted ascent up the IWF ladder that could start with a man who has challenged for the Man of Steel, Heavyweight, and Imperial Championships. You can start it against a man who has taken the current Imperial Champion to his limits on two separate occasions, but you won’t. Not only will you not do so Monday night on Sacrifice, but you can’t.
There’s two really big reasons why and I’m glad you’re going to be looking right at me Monday Night across the ring from you. I want your undivided full attention when I teach you a lesson Monday. Keep your eyes on the prize. The Ace meant something in NCW, but here in the IWF…not so much. You’re wasting your time over a petty insult, and some stray intentions, and to be quite honest, it’s stupid.
So while you stand in the back halls and in front of cameras hurling your F-bombs, and doing your best to tell the world you don’t care…all I ask is that you listen, and you listen well. For the lessons that I’m going to teach you, they’ll go on with you for the rest of your career. Class is in session Monday night…be there…and learn.
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Title: Explanations
Location: Albany, New York
Time: Midnight Local Time
This scene opens where last week left off. Raven had just left my hotel room after making some rather obscene advances toward me. Alexis called from the event and was on her way to her company hotel room when I told her to meet me at the hotel room I was in. At first she was excited, knowing that the surprise who awaited her was me. Then she heard Raven behind me. Everything went downhill after that. I threw Raven out of the hotel and waited for Alexis to arrive as I sat on the bed, mapping out my best course of action.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell was that? There’s no way she could think I would let Alexis go and just jump into a relationship with her after all we’ve been through. Could she? I have to put the kibosh on this right away before it gets way too out of hand.
As I sat there and thought out loud, there was a knock at the door. Sitting up from the bed I opened the door to one of the hotel staff.
Hotel Staff Member: Sir, you told us to come up here and retrieve a picture of the young lady you wish to invite up?
Mike Laszlo: That’s right. Hold on.
I turned and headed for my bag as the “Is this a good idea?” thought ran through my head. I shrugged my shoulders and pulled the picture out of my bag, presenting it to the young lady at the door.
Mike Laszlo: When you see her, call her to the front desk and give her the room key if you don’t mind.
Hotel Staff Member: No sir, I don’t mind at all.
Mike Laszlo: Thanks, here.
Reaching in my pocket, I pull out a twenty dollar bill and hand it to her before nodding and closing the door behind her as she headed downstairs. I sat back on the bed and waited for about fifteen minutes before I heard the latch on the door pop, allowing entry. Standing up with a smile on my face, I hold out my arms in a welcoming fashion.
Mike Laszlo: Surpri…WHOA!
Before I could finish, a clutch handbag comes flying across the room. Ducking down I narrowly avoid the concussive collision. Standing, I look over at Alexis who is fuming at the door.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell?
Alexis Caffrey: You know damn well what the hell.
Mike Laszlo: I swear to God, nothing happened.
Alexis Caffrey: Oh sure! You two just happen to be in the same hotel room after pretty much saving her life and you expect me to believe that absolutely nothing happened?
Mike Laszlo: I expect you to trust me when I tell you nothing happened. Sit down and I’ll explain word for word.
She took a deep breath and realized that she may have rushed to judgment, but inside I didn’t blame her. I know the situation didn’t come off as good.
Alexis Caffrey: Fine.
She set the rest of her things to the side and stomped over to the bed and sat down on the end of it as I reached down and picked her clutch up off the ground and headed over next to her. I extended it out to her and she went to reach out and grab it when I pulled it from her.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, give me my bag.
Mike Laszlo: You promise not to hurl it at my head again?
She sighs and holds out her hand.
Alexis Caffrey: Yes, I promise.
Mike Laszlo: Here.
Handing her the bag I turn and sit next to her. I grab her hand and at first she pulled away which kind of pissed me off, but I did understand why.
Mike Laszlo: Hey…hey.
She wouldn’t even look at me.
Mike Laszlo: At least look at me? Please?
She was reluctant, but finally, she gave in and looked over in my direction.
Mike Laszlo: I promise you that nothing happened. I came here after Ringside Fest and set up the room. Honestly, I don’t even know how she found me other than following me the whole way. I did this to surprise you. I had no thought of her even in my mind. The fiasco is over and I wanted to get back to what’s important. I wanted to get back to us.
I could tell she was starting to soften a bit, but still wanted answers. Answers, that I would give to her.
Alexis Caffrey: Why was she here?
Mike Laszlo: Like I said, I was surprised she was even here. I thought she was in Cleveland trying to get her stuff together. I let her in and we walked over to the table. At first things seemed innocent, and like I told her, they seemed like they could have waited. She thanked me for everything I did.
Alexis Caffrey: That’s it?
Mike Laszlo: No. After a second, she took me through a flashback of when we were in grade school. She tried to connect those days to now, almost like blur them together. She was trying to tell me that what we experienced then was innocent love, the same as it is now.
Alexis Caffrey: The same as what?
Mike Laszlo: No, no. I don’t feel anything for her now. She is a friend, she was in need, and it goes absolutely no further than that. She’s trying to rekindle something from the fourth grade that simply isn’t there. There is only one girl on this planet that I love that way, and that’s you. After my wife died, I didn’t think it would be possible to feel the way I do about you again. I thought I was doomed to go through life as a single father with no outlet.
I reached over and took her hand. This time she was accepting of the gesture and allowed me to do so as she stared into my eyes with her own beautifully brown set.
Mike Laszlo: Then you came along and rejuvenated me. You made me see that there was someone else I could love as much as I loved her. Your funny, smart, protective, and caring, and those are just some of the things I like about you. There’s no way in hell I would let someone like her ruin what we have. I promise you that I would never cheat on you, hell, I barely look at other women without feeling guilty. Before you ask…I’m a guy, we always look.
Alexis Caffrey: Like we don’t?
A small smile came over her face as I smiled back.
Alexis Caffrey: As long as there’s no touching, all is good. I’m sorry I came in here like that.
Mike Laszlo: I completely and totally understand why. Well…everything except throwing your bag at me. That might have been a little over the top.
Alexis Caffrey: You know me.
Mike Laszlo: I do…just one more thing I love about you.
With tensions severely cooled, the two of us hug, and kiss as the scene fades.
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I wonder if people really understood what last week was. Yes, it was a Triple Threat, and yes it was a victory for yours truly.
It was more than that though.
Last Monday was a glimpse into what’s to come here in the IWF. For weeks in and months out I was distracted by the ongoing saga that was my personal life. For days on end, in the ring and out of it, I had to worry if some street thug was going to harm if not kill one of my friends, and I had to come up with every scenario in an attempt to stop it. That weight that was on my mind was simply unbearable and to be honest it killed any and all motivation I had.
I wanted to simply come to the building, put on a performance and leave, and the wins and losses didn’t matter. The championship opportunities didn’t matter. I wanted to get in and get out and continue on with helping my friend in her moment of need. I wanted to be the hero. The distractions of my life became a professional distraction and anyone and everyone could see that I was merely going through the motions. I would let my emotions overcome me, and my need to be somewhere else…cost me.
Last week was the first week in a long, long time that I was able to not worry. For the first time in the last few months I felt free.
No longer was I held down by the curses of my personal life.
For not one second longer was I bound by the chains that were the distractions.
I was able to go out there and execute a game plan to perfection as only I can and in the end, I did exactly what I said I would do. I walked down that ramp with a clean slate and a laser focus and I took out both Redemption and Nero Blake. For good measure, I even made Nero tap out.
There was a purpose last week that I was finally behind. A purpose that I could believe in and back with one hundred percent conviction and that purpose continues Monday night on Sacrifice.
The purpose isn’t to win and climb the ladder in the IWF standings because that would be a simple goal not worth the time wasted to do it. My goal is to prove all of the cynical critics wrong. I want to take every word of negativity uttered, throw some hot sauce on it, and cram it right back down their throats and in doing so show them the disdain I have for each and every one of them.
I want them to eat their words.
I want those who spoke negatively about me to drown themselves in the sorrows of being wrong.
I want their words to be silenced once and for all.
Monday, Eddie Black is simply a boulder in the way of my path. A boulder that will be moved to the side because I have no choice. Winning isn’t the end all be all for me. It’s not even a goal. All winning is, is a tool to be used, a vehicle to be driven in route to the ultimate goal of which I wish to achieve.
There is no contempt, no being satisfied. I won’t be satisfied til the sounds of the critics die, and with them any doubt that I am what I have always said that I am…the best…period!!!
Is that what you wanted to hear?
Did I get it right?
Please follow the advice that Rob Diamond gave and just shut the hell up.
You come into this company and you want to earn your spot and yet here you sit making claims of wanting to send a message. I hate to tell you this, but it’s time to take your message and return it to the sender because quite frankly, it’s not worth reading.
Big man you are, grabbing women and forcing your will upon them. Who do you think you are, Cable Arcane?
Speaking of which, how you doing buddy? How’s the charred and crispy face behind the mask doing? How about your ribs after being slammed over the production crate? I told you that I would strike back with a vengeance and that I have. I also told you that I wasn’t done with you yet by a long shot and I mean every damn one of those words.
Cable, you’re a dangerous man in your own right, but there’s not a person on this or any other planet who can top me or stop me when I want to hurt someone.
Honestly, that hasn’t been the case in quite some time. I didn’t want to hurt Spike Kane, I wanted to beat him. I didn’t want to hurt Rob Diamond, I wanted to beat him. One out of two isn’t bad so far…and I plan on getting to that second goal in the near future. When it comes to you though Cable, you’ve made it personal. You’ve made it so that I want to not only beat you in a match but beat you to the point that you once more won’t be recognized by the rest of society. I want to beat you to the point that no mask will hide the hideousness of your God Damn Face! That’s in due time though. If I get too far off topic, I’ll never be able to get back on it.
That said…back to you Eddie. Big, brave, Eddie. Yet another man who puts his hands on women and doesn’t have a problem with it.
Fact is though…boy…I have a huge problem with it.
I’m every damn thing you said I am. I am a great wrestler, hell I might be the best technical wrestler on the roster, but an image that I don’t like being portrayed on me is that of a choke artist. The label started to peel back a little last week when I took that weirdo Nero Blake and I made him tap out while he was trapped in a little Entanglement. You said that you don’t care, but in reality, you should.
I’ve beaten names in this business that you can only dream to even face, only because of the fact that they wouldn’t dare waste their time with you. So this would be the point where you go out there in front of the world and you start to make a name for yourself. So what is it you’re doing? You’re taking up issue with a barely here part time wrestler. You’re focusing all of your energy on The Ace, when you could be focusing on an ascent, or at least an attempted ascent up the IWF ladder that could start with a man who has challenged for the Man of Steel, Heavyweight, and Imperial Championships. You can start it against a man who has taken the current Imperial Champion to his limits on two separate occasions, but you won’t. Not only will you not do so Monday night on Sacrifice, but you can’t.
There’s two really big reasons why and I’m glad you’re going to be looking right at me Monday Night across the ring from you. I want your undivided full attention when I teach you a lesson Monday. Keep your eyes on the prize. The Ace meant something in NCW, but here in the IWF…not so much. You’re wasting your time over a petty insult, and some stray intentions, and to be quite honest, it’s stupid.
So while you stand in the back halls and in front of cameras hurling your F-bombs, and doing your best to tell the world you don’t care…all I ask is that you listen, and you listen well. For the lessons that I’m going to teach you, they’ll go on with you for the rest of your career. Class is in session Monday night…be there…and learn.
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Title: Explanations
Location: Albany, New York
Time: Midnight Local Time
This scene opens where last week left off. Raven had just left my hotel room after making some rather obscene advances toward me. Alexis called from the event and was on her way to her company hotel room when I told her to meet me at the hotel room I was in. At first she was excited, knowing that the surprise who awaited her was me. Then she heard Raven behind me. Everything went downhill after that. I threw Raven out of the hotel and waited for Alexis to arrive as I sat on the bed, mapping out my best course of action.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell was that? There’s no way she could think I would let Alexis go and just jump into a relationship with her after all we’ve been through. Could she? I have to put the kibosh on this right away before it gets way too out of hand.
As I sat there and thought out loud, there was a knock at the door. Sitting up from the bed I opened the door to one of the hotel staff.
Hotel Staff Member: Sir, you told us to come up here and retrieve a picture of the young lady you wish to invite up?
Mike Laszlo: That’s right. Hold on.
I turned and headed for my bag as the “Is this a good idea?” thought ran through my head. I shrugged my shoulders and pulled the picture out of my bag, presenting it to the young lady at the door.
Mike Laszlo: When you see her, call her to the front desk and give her the room key if you don’t mind.
Hotel Staff Member: No sir, I don’t mind at all.
Mike Laszlo: Thanks, here.
Reaching in my pocket, I pull out a twenty dollar bill and hand it to her before nodding and closing the door behind her as she headed downstairs. I sat back on the bed and waited for about fifteen minutes before I heard the latch on the door pop, allowing entry. Standing up with a smile on my face, I hold out my arms in a welcoming fashion.
Mike Laszlo: Surpri…WHOA!
Before I could finish, a clutch handbag comes flying across the room. Ducking down I narrowly avoid the concussive collision. Standing, I look over at Alexis who is fuming at the door.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell?
Alexis Caffrey: You know damn well what the hell.
Mike Laszlo: I swear to God, nothing happened.
Alexis Caffrey: Oh sure! You two just happen to be in the same hotel room after pretty much saving her life and you expect me to believe that absolutely nothing happened?
Mike Laszlo: I expect you to trust me when I tell you nothing happened. Sit down and I’ll explain word for word.
She took a deep breath and realized that she may have rushed to judgment, but inside I didn’t blame her. I know the situation didn’t come off as good.
Alexis Caffrey: Fine.
She set the rest of her things to the side and stomped over to the bed and sat down on the end of it as I reached down and picked her clutch up off the ground and headed over next to her. I extended it out to her and she went to reach out and grab it when I pulled it from her.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, give me my bag.
Mike Laszlo: You promise not to hurl it at my head again?
She sighs and holds out her hand.
Alexis Caffrey: Yes, I promise.
Mike Laszlo: Here.
Handing her the bag I turn and sit next to her. I grab her hand and at first she pulled away which kind of pissed me off, but I did understand why.
Mike Laszlo: Hey…hey.
She wouldn’t even look at me.
Mike Laszlo: At least look at me? Please?
She was reluctant, but finally, she gave in and looked over in my direction.
Mike Laszlo: I promise you that nothing happened. I came here after Ringside Fest and set up the room. Honestly, I don’t even know how she found me other than following me the whole way. I did this to surprise you. I had no thought of her even in my mind. The fiasco is over and I wanted to get back to what’s important. I wanted to get back to us.
I could tell she was starting to soften a bit, but still wanted answers. Answers, that I would give to her.
Alexis Caffrey: Why was she here?
Mike Laszlo: Like I said, I was surprised she was even here. I thought she was in Cleveland trying to get her stuff together. I let her in and we walked over to the table. At first things seemed innocent, and like I told her, they seemed like they could have waited. She thanked me for everything I did.
Alexis Caffrey: That’s it?
Mike Laszlo: No. After a second, she took me through a flashback of when we were in grade school. She tried to connect those days to now, almost like blur them together. She was trying to tell me that what we experienced then was innocent love, the same as it is now.
Alexis Caffrey: The same as what?
Mike Laszlo: No, no. I don’t feel anything for her now. She is a friend, she was in need, and it goes absolutely no further than that. She’s trying to rekindle something from the fourth grade that simply isn’t there. There is only one girl on this planet that I love that way, and that’s you. After my wife died, I didn’t think it would be possible to feel the way I do about you again. I thought I was doomed to go through life as a single father with no outlet.
I reached over and took her hand. This time she was accepting of the gesture and allowed me to do so as she stared into my eyes with her own beautifully brown set.
Mike Laszlo: Then you came along and rejuvenated me. You made me see that there was someone else I could love as much as I loved her. Your funny, smart, protective, and caring, and those are just some of the things I like about you. There’s no way in hell I would let someone like her ruin what we have. I promise you that I would never cheat on you, hell, I barely look at other women without feeling guilty. Before you ask…I’m a guy, we always look.
Alexis Caffrey: Like we don’t?
A small smile came over her face as I smiled back.
Alexis Caffrey: As long as there’s no touching, all is good. I’m sorry I came in here like that.
Mike Laszlo: I completely and totally understand why. Well…everything except throwing your bag at me. That might have been a little over the top.
Alexis Caffrey: You know me.
Mike Laszlo: I do…just one more thing I love about you.
With tensions severely cooled, the two of us hug, and kiss as the scene fades.
====================
I wonder if people really understood what last week was. Yes, it was a Triple Threat, and yes it was a victory for yours truly.
It was more than that though.
Last Monday was a glimpse into what’s to come here in the IWF. For weeks in and months out I was distracted by the ongoing saga that was my personal life. For days on end, in the ring and out of it, I had to worry if some street thug was going to harm if not kill one of my friends, and I had to come up with every scenario in an attempt to stop it. That weight that was on my mind was simply unbearable and to be honest it killed any and all motivation I had.
I wanted to simply come to the building, put on a performance and leave, and the wins and losses didn’t matter. The championship opportunities didn’t matter. I wanted to get in and get out and continue on with helping my friend in her moment of need. I wanted to be the hero. The distractions of my life became a professional distraction and anyone and everyone could see that I was merely going through the motions. I would let my emotions overcome me, and my need to be somewhere else…cost me.
Last week was the first week in a long, long time that I was able to not worry. For the first time in the last few months I felt free.
No longer was I held down by the curses of my personal life.
For not one second longer was I bound by the chains that were the distractions.
I was able to go out there and execute a game plan to perfection as only I can and in the end, I did exactly what I said I would do. I walked down that ramp with a clean slate and a laser focus and I took out both Redemption and Nero Blake. For good measure, I even made Nero tap out.
There was a purpose last week that I was finally behind. A purpose that I could believe in and back with one hundred percent conviction and that purpose continues Monday night on Sacrifice.
The purpose isn’t to win and climb the ladder in the IWF standings because that would be a simple goal not worth the time wasted to do it. My goal is to prove all of the cynical critics wrong. I want to take every word of negativity uttered, throw some hot sauce on it, and cram it right back down their throats and in doing so show them the disdain I have for each and every one of them.
I want them to eat their words.
I want those who spoke negatively about me to drown themselves in the sorrows of being wrong.
I want their words to be silenced once and for all.
Monday, Eddie Black is simply a boulder in the way of my path. A boulder that will be moved to the side because I have no choice. Winning isn’t the end all be all for me. It’s not even a goal. All winning is, is a tool to be used, a vehicle to be driven in route to the ultimate goal of which I wish to achieve.
There is no contempt, no being satisfied. I won’t be satisfied til the sounds of the critics die, and with them any doubt that I am what I have always said that I am…the best…period!!!
Well howdy there pardner.