Post by Mike Laszlo on Nov 24, 2013 17:36:35 GMT
This is personal…
No, you don’t get it, people say that all the time and to be blunt, it’s an overused term. This isn’t one of those instances. This time I want you to realize that this is about as real as it gets.
Tonight, live on Pay Per View, Survival of the Fittest, there’s about to be a war waged the likes of which this industry has never seen before. I planned it, the vision, the execution, all perfect. When Cable Arcane and myself step into that ring Hell will have arrived on the planet Earth and there’s no coming back from it.
At first it was a professional vendetta. You were asked by Spike Kane to take me out and you tried your hardest the first time around. You lifted me into the air and you dropped me head-first onto concrete and as I laid there motionless, you thought your job was done. That’s what you get for thinking Cable. That’s what you get for allowing that little hamster inside your head to even consider the notion of stepping on the little exercise wheel.
Then Alexis entered the fray and decided to make your life miserable and so far, it hasn’t been as bad as it could be, but it is just enough to erk you. It’s enough to throw you off just enough for me to toy with you like the little puppet you are.
For me, it was fun. I was able to manipulate things in my favor and just go out and enjoy what it is I do. Then you put your hands around my girlfriends neck, not once, but twice. That made this unacceptable. That made this vendetta go a bit farther than it was. That action made this go from professional rivalry to personal situation in the blink of an eye and it is that very action that marked the beginning of the end for you.
You cost me a shot at the Extinction Event. You pissed me off to a point that I haven’t been in quite some time. Your actions Cable have taken me to a place that few have seen me go to; to a point where the wins and losses no longer matter. I’m at a point with you right now where I don’t just want to beat you in the center of that ring, or out in the crowd or wherever it may be. I want to hurt you. I want to rip your limbs off one by one and cram each on up your ass.
For weeks now we’ve gone back and forth with verbal jabs and some stalemate fights and it needs to come to an end. There needs to be closure so we can move on from one another because quite frankly I’m sick of seeing your disfigured face. This Sunday marks that end. This Sunday is the day of reckoning for you and I can’t wait to be the one who dishes out the punishment.
You’ve done a lot to me and I’ve done a lot to you; each of us trying to get ahead in a business where it is lookout for number one and nobody else. I get it, really I do. I want more than to carry out the orders of a leader because I am more than a puppet on a string. I am more than the lapdog you present yourself as on a night in and night out basis and I want to prove to the world that Sunday night will be no fluke. Sunday night I will win. Sunday night I show that I’m simply put better than you.
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Title: Worried…
Location: New York City, New York
Time: 11:09 PM Local Time
The scene opens to Alexis and myself sitting in our hotel room talking about the past month’s events. She reached over and took my hand and looked at me with her gorgeous brown eyes that stared directly into my soul.
Alexis Caffrey: I want you to be careful Sunday. I want you to make him pay but I don’t want you to be reckless about it.
Mike Laszlo: You have nothing to worry about. I got this mapped out in my head and I’m planning on detours, but the end result will be the same and there’s not a person on the planet who is going to stop me.
She looked down at the bed as if she didn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I had to reassure her. I didn’t want to see her that way.
Mike Laszlo: Hey, look at me.
She turned back to me and I could tell that she just wasn’t right. Something was off to her. Maybe it was the events of the past couple weeks. Maybe Cable threw her off her own game by putting her in physical harm’s way.
Mike Laszlo: I have it all in hand. He touches you again and I swear to God it will be the absolute worst thing he’ll ever do in his entire charred flesh life.
Alexis Caffrey: I’ve seen him slam your head into concrete. What’s stopping him from doing that again?
Taking in a deep breath, I wrap her shoulders with my arm and puller her into an embrace.
Mike Laszlo: I understand your concerns. You want to know what’s stopping him from doing that again?
Alexis Caffrey: What?
Mike Laszlo: Me. This time, there won’t be a surprise attack. This time he won’t have the element of being the unknown. I know what’s coming and this time I have the opportunity to fight back. He may not be realizing it because he’s a dumb lug, but the fact of the matter is, since my reactive attack, I’ve been playing him like a fiddle. I’ve let him think he has an upper hand and then I’ve taken it right back from him and this weekend will be no different.
She reaches up and takes my hand again as she seems to move in a bit closer for comfort…for safety.
Alexis Caffrey: I know you have a plan. You always have a plan. Plans are made to fail though honey.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry. Nothing will happen that I or we can’t handle.
Alexis Caffrey: And I’ll be there to help.
Mike Laszlo: No…you won’t. I don’t want you to get hurt.
She pulls away from the embrace and looks at me again.
Alexis Caffrey: You’re not stopping me from going out there and standing at ringside. I’ve been training for this kind of stuff and I know what I’m getting myself into.
Mike Laszlo: But…
Alexis Caffrey: NO! No buts. If I can’t talk you out of being in this match, you can’t talk me out of accompanying you to that ring.
I knew that once she made up her mind…that was pretty much it. There was no turning back, and there damn sure was no disagreeing. So it was settled. I would be in the match and she would be at ringside.
Mike Laszlo: Okay, fine. I just want you to be extra careful.
Alexis Caffrey: I will if you will.
The scene fades as the two of us kiss and I reach up to turn out the light.
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If this were all professional Cable, it would still be quite exciting. Here you have the henchman of The Empire going against one of its detractors. I want what your self-proclaimed “king” has, and you are the obstacle in the way of me getting it. You’re like a boulder in the middle of a Pennsylvania road on the way here from Cleveland on I-80. You need to be removed or others like myself can’t get through to the destination of which we seek.
Nobody, not Rob Diamond, not Joe Everyman, not I, is going to challenge Spike for that belt and get away with it around our waists as long as the rest of his guard dogs are around. So rather than go straight to the top, I’m going with the more methodical approach. Eliminate the dogs, and the master, dangerous in his own right, is vulnerable.
I want the Imperial Championship Cable and despite all of the personal crap that you’ve started, the end goal for me is still the same…gold. So if I have to beat you with in an inch of your life to get to my end result…so be it. If I have to end your career to get what I want…it will be done. If I have to end your entire miserable existence, oh well. It’s no skin off my back…maybe some off your face though…who knows?
The fact of the matter is quite plain and deadly simple, you’re an obstacle and I will overcome you. Then I’ll move on to your “brother” and then Lance Ryan, and then Killian Creed, scaling the walls of your mythical empire like a ninja assassin. Then I will take aim at what I and the rest of the world want…your crown jewel. I will take on Spike Kane and the third time will be the charm and that belt will be raised high in the air and I will be proclaimed…champion.
No, you don’t get it, people say that all the time and to be blunt, it’s an overused term. This isn’t one of those instances. This time I want you to realize that this is about as real as it gets.
Tonight, live on Pay Per View, Survival of the Fittest, there’s about to be a war waged the likes of which this industry has never seen before. I planned it, the vision, the execution, all perfect. When Cable Arcane and myself step into that ring Hell will have arrived on the planet Earth and there’s no coming back from it.
At first it was a professional vendetta. You were asked by Spike Kane to take me out and you tried your hardest the first time around. You lifted me into the air and you dropped me head-first onto concrete and as I laid there motionless, you thought your job was done. That’s what you get for thinking Cable. That’s what you get for allowing that little hamster inside your head to even consider the notion of stepping on the little exercise wheel.
Then Alexis entered the fray and decided to make your life miserable and so far, it hasn’t been as bad as it could be, but it is just enough to erk you. It’s enough to throw you off just enough for me to toy with you like the little puppet you are.
For me, it was fun. I was able to manipulate things in my favor and just go out and enjoy what it is I do. Then you put your hands around my girlfriends neck, not once, but twice. That made this unacceptable. That made this vendetta go a bit farther than it was. That action made this go from professional rivalry to personal situation in the blink of an eye and it is that very action that marked the beginning of the end for you.
You cost me a shot at the Extinction Event. You pissed me off to a point that I haven’t been in quite some time. Your actions Cable have taken me to a place that few have seen me go to; to a point where the wins and losses no longer matter. I’m at a point with you right now where I don’t just want to beat you in the center of that ring, or out in the crowd or wherever it may be. I want to hurt you. I want to rip your limbs off one by one and cram each on up your ass.
For weeks now we’ve gone back and forth with verbal jabs and some stalemate fights and it needs to come to an end. There needs to be closure so we can move on from one another because quite frankly I’m sick of seeing your disfigured face. This Sunday marks that end. This Sunday is the day of reckoning for you and I can’t wait to be the one who dishes out the punishment.
You’ve done a lot to me and I’ve done a lot to you; each of us trying to get ahead in a business where it is lookout for number one and nobody else. I get it, really I do. I want more than to carry out the orders of a leader because I am more than a puppet on a string. I am more than the lapdog you present yourself as on a night in and night out basis and I want to prove to the world that Sunday night will be no fluke. Sunday night I will win. Sunday night I show that I’m simply put better than you.
====================
Title: Worried…
Location: New York City, New York
Time: 11:09 PM Local Time
The scene opens to Alexis and myself sitting in our hotel room talking about the past month’s events. She reached over and took my hand and looked at me with her gorgeous brown eyes that stared directly into my soul.
Alexis Caffrey: I want you to be careful Sunday. I want you to make him pay but I don’t want you to be reckless about it.
Mike Laszlo: You have nothing to worry about. I got this mapped out in my head and I’m planning on detours, but the end result will be the same and there’s not a person on the planet who is going to stop me.
She looked down at the bed as if she didn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I had to reassure her. I didn’t want to see her that way.
Mike Laszlo: Hey, look at me.
She turned back to me and I could tell that she just wasn’t right. Something was off to her. Maybe it was the events of the past couple weeks. Maybe Cable threw her off her own game by putting her in physical harm’s way.
Mike Laszlo: I have it all in hand. He touches you again and I swear to God it will be the absolute worst thing he’ll ever do in his entire charred flesh life.
Alexis Caffrey: I’ve seen him slam your head into concrete. What’s stopping him from doing that again?
Taking in a deep breath, I wrap her shoulders with my arm and puller her into an embrace.
Mike Laszlo: I understand your concerns. You want to know what’s stopping him from doing that again?
Alexis Caffrey: What?
Mike Laszlo: Me. This time, there won’t be a surprise attack. This time he won’t have the element of being the unknown. I know what’s coming and this time I have the opportunity to fight back. He may not be realizing it because he’s a dumb lug, but the fact of the matter is, since my reactive attack, I’ve been playing him like a fiddle. I’ve let him think he has an upper hand and then I’ve taken it right back from him and this weekend will be no different.
She reaches up and takes my hand again as she seems to move in a bit closer for comfort…for safety.
Alexis Caffrey: I know you have a plan. You always have a plan. Plans are made to fail though honey.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry. Nothing will happen that I or we can’t handle.
Alexis Caffrey: And I’ll be there to help.
Mike Laszlo: No…you won’t. I don’t want you to get hurt.
She pulls away from the embrace and looks at me again.
Alexis Caffrey: You’re not stopping me from going out there and standing at ringside. I’ve been training for this kind of stuff and I know what I’m getting myself into.
Mike Laszlo: But…
Alexis Caffrey: NO! No buts. If I can’t talk you out of being in this match, you can’t talk me out of accompanying you to that ring.
I knew that once she made up her mind…that was pretty much it. There was no turning back, and there damn sure was no disagreeing. So it was settled. I would be in the match and she would be at ringside.
Mike Laszlo: Okay, fine. I just want you to be extra careful.
Alexis Caffrey: I will if you will.
The scene fades as the two of us kiss and I reach up to turn out the light.
====================
If this were all professional Cable, it would still be quite exciting. Here you have the henchman of The Empire going against one of its detractors. I want what your self-proclaimed “king” has, and you are the obstacle in the way of me getting it. You’re like a boulder in the middle of a Pennsylvania road on the way here from Cleveland on I-80. You need to be removed or others like myself can’t get through to the destination of which we seek.
Nobody, not Rob Diamond, not Joe Everyman, not I, is going to challenge Spike for that belt and get away with it around our waists as long as the rest of his guard dogs are around. So rather than go straight to the top, I’m going with the more methodical approach. Eliminate the dogs, and the master, dangerous in his own right, is vulnerable.
I want the Imperial Championship Cable and despite all of the personal crap that you’ve started, the end goal for me is still the same…gold. So if I have to beat you with in an inch of your life to get to my end result…so be it. If I have to end your career to get what I want…it will be done. If I have to end your entire miserable existence, oh well. It’s no skin off my back…maybe some off your face though…who knows?
The fact of the matter is quite plain and deadly simple, you’re an obstacle and I will overcome you. Then I’ll move on to your “brother” and then Lance Ryan, and then Killian Creed, scaling the walls of your mythical empire like a ninja assassin. Then I will take aim at what I and the rest of the world want…your crown jewel. I will take on Spike Kane and the third time will be the charm and that belt will be raised high in the air and I will be proclaimed…champion.
Well howdy there pardner.