Post by Mike Laszlo on Jan 25, 2014 20:05:15 GMT
Per usual, Killian Creed has things all messed up and comes off looking like a jackass.
First I would like to congratulate myself on a victory that I foretold was coming. I warned you it would happen Killian and you didn’t take one damn bit of precaution. What did you take away from the whole thing? Okay, fine, you’re a little woozy from the Malicious Intent, let me help you. You took a knee to the face!
All this time you took, telling me it wouldn’t happen. All this time you spewed about your weak pathetic words that only you believed, only to have the curtain pulled and the truth revealed to you. Confused again? The truth is your full of shit.
You’re nothing but a man, and I use that term as loosely as possible, who talks the biggest game in the world, only to be good at the most pathetic game in the world. Sure you can beat guys up; sure you can intimidate women, but when it comes to mental mind games and breaking a man not only physically but mentally as well, you fail and miserably.
Killian, last week I screamed out the words “You. Can’t. Break. Me.” And I’ve proven it thus far to be true. You call it a façade, a lie if you will, and I proved it to be nothing of the sort. So now it all comes down to this. There’s two men, well, one and a half walking into this match up, this Man of Steel Match for the Man of Steel Title at Metamorphosis, and there will be one walking out proclaiming himself as champion.
You’ve held that title for a while and you’ve defended it well, even against me. This time is different. Before, it was Killian the big bad enforcer of the Empire doing his best to get in my head, thinking he succeeded just because he got a victory, this time you know that the doors are locked and you can’t get in as I sit in the window and tease you.
I saw it in you as we brawled last week after I beat you. The anger was there; the fire was burning bright and I could almost see a reddish tint in your eyes as you stared me down with the evil intentions you’ve convinced yourself that you have. The problem is, no matter how bad your intentions are, the execution fails. Hell, you can’t even intimidate my girlfriend who had a delightful time punching you in the face…again.
You’re not the big bad enforcer you claim to be, you are indeed the bitch of the Empire. Your hypocrisies and lies that you tell the world in an attempt to cover your servitude are laughable at best because we all see through the horrid attempt at a veil. You’re not in the Empire to bide your time until you see Spike is vulnerable. You’re not better than him, and trust me I know as I’ve been in the ring with both of you, hell you can’t lick the inside of his jock no matter how much you relish in the thought of being that close to his balls.
No, you joined the Empire to hide your flaws. You joined the group because as an initiative they could get done what you couldn’t on your own. You’ve been exposed Killian Creed and it’s about damn time you own up to it.
At Metamorphosis, the hiding ends. No more shrouded mist that is the Empire. No more safety net for you to plunge into when you fail again. You will be cast aside into the irrelevance, into the black hole of obscurity where not a man, woman, or child, hell not even the family pet, will give a damn about you as you sit there in a corner, alone in the dark, wondering to yourself, “Should I act like he? Should I take the easy way out like my brother? Should I carry on the family legacy of cowardice?”
As you sit there and ask yourself those questions in your deep dark pit of despair, I want you to know in the back of your mind that not a single person will miss you if you decide to go through with it.
Don’t do it yet though Killian. Fight, survive for a few more days so that I can take that Man of Steel title from you first. After all, what kind of champion would stoop to such levels? Let me take your one life vest away so that you can drown in your own self-pity and despair. Let me not just end your career as you say you plan to do mine…let me help you end it all. Allow me to take the pain from your soul, and allow me to reunite you with he who you miss so much. Killian, I’m willing to do my part. If you say yes, the world will accept it and simply move on.
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Title: Step Five…
Location: Los Angeles, California
Time: 1:39 PM Local Time
There is a structured progression in stalking according to most efforts. First there’s the initial contact with the victim. In this instance, the stalker becomes infatuated with the person of which he or she obsesses over. In my case, I knew Raven a while, but things really didn’t pick up until I basically saved her life from a local thug.
Then the stalker makes further contact with the object of his or her obsession. Then the stalker’s actions set themselves up for failure. In my case, Raven was already a friend, well sort of, and started making advances at me already when she knew that I was in a relationship with Alexis.
A few weeks ago was step three in this organized structure. I turned down her advances and she professed her love for me, thinking that I too had such feelings for her. This proved not to be true and hence set her on this strange tangent that she’s been on.
As the stalker begins to realize that the object of his or her obsession is not waning toward giving in to the stalker’s desires, the stalker turns to anger. Well, you think smashing the front window of my house or throwing ice balls at my truck, or the vandalism toward my car weren’t the lashing out of an angry psychopath?
The final step is…
We were finishing up our training, Alexis and I. We had retreated to the private locker room area where we had our stuff, something I included being the owner and all. I mean, who wants to wait for a locker at the local YMCA right? Anyway, we finished training and headed for my office. I had a little bit of paper work to do before we left, and Alexis had agreed to chill while I finished. We walked in and sat down, her opening up a comic as she loves to read them, and me starting through the work I had before me.
It wasn’t but ten minutes before I heard a vibration in my bag. My phone was ringing but I was rather busy.
Alexis Caffrey: Aren’t you going to get that?
Mike Laszlo: Nah, I’m busy. They can wait.
She shrugged her shoulders and turned her focus back to the colored pages as I continued on with my work. There was another buzz signifying the voicemail was placed. It must have been a long voicemail as there was quite the pause between vibrations. As I went through some figures, the phone rang again. This time I stared at it and the ID said “Private”. Alexis brought down her comic again.
Alexis Caffrey: Well maybe it’s an emergency? Could it be one of the girls?
Mike Laszlo: No, the number doesn’t come up private. Whoever this is can wait.
Once more she goes back to reading as another buzz goes, another voicemail, this one seemed quicker. As I went over more documents I turned to my computer and typed in a few things to check the accuracy of the reports and again, the phone started vibrating. I was getting a little frustrated as again I looked over to see “Private”. Realizing that whoever it was wasn’t going to stop calling I pulled the phone from my bag and answered.
Mike Laszlo: Hello?
There was no answer on the other end, but in the background I could hear growling and barking.
Mike Laszlo: Hello? Is someone there? I think you have the wrong number.
Fed up with the mere sounds of a dog in the background I hung up the phone and set it on the desk. I started to work when I looked back at the phone. I spun my chair and picked it up deciding to listen to the voicemails before. I held the phone to my ear…
Voicemail: First skipped message…
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve put you on this pedestal as if you can do no wrong. I treat you like a God and this is how you repay my obedience? You move on from me in the blink of an eye for that skinny little toothpick nerd? You choose her OVER ME! You broke my heart Mike, and I’m telling you now, if I can’t have you, nobody will.”
My eyes widened as I knew who it was on the other end. Thankfully Alexis didn’t pick up on it. I didn’t want to explain this again. I didn’t want to have to reassure her that I had this under control, when the fact of the matter is, how could I? How could I control this girl who has clearly gone off the deep end?
Voicemail: Next skipped message.
Raven Simpson: I’m sorry I overreacted. I mean, after all, you are in love, just not with me. I just can’t stand the thought of not being with you, and I know that deep down inside, you feel the same way. I don’t want to have to do something I might regret, really I don’t. But I will if it means we can be together again. I will go to the end of the Earth, and if that means I have to do something to that bitch I WILL!
This was clearly getting out of hand to the point where there was no turning back. I went to set the phone down. I had to tell Alexis what was going on. I had to let her know to watch her back. This was getting beyond insane. Before I could get her attention though, the phone rang again, the same “Private” number.
Alexis Caffrey: What’s going on? Is there a problem?
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry, I can handle it.
I continued to lie, but at the moment what could I do? Admit weakness? I lifted the phone again and held it to my ear, playing as if I didn’t know who it was.
Mike Laszlo: Who is this? What do you want?
She didn’t answer me per say, but she knew I was listening. She talked as if she were a little child, talking as if she had been the one wronged in all of this. The girl has clearly lost her mind.
Raven Simpson: This is really a nice place you have here in California love. Why is it you never brought me here?
Mike Laszlo: You bitch, get the hell out of my house.
Alexis’ interest perked as she folded the comic closed and set it on the desk.
Alexis Caffrey: Who is it?
Before I could respond, Raven responded on the phone.
Raven Simpson: NO! You don’t get to do the yelling. You’re the one who’s been unfaithful.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell are you talking about?
Raven Simpson: Relax sweet boy, I’ll take care of your sweet little puppy.
Mike Laszlo: Leave my damn dog alone.
Alexis was getting nervous on the other end of the desk.
Alexis Caffrey: Lucky…
I could feel the anger building within me.
Mike Laszlo: I swear to God, if you hurt my dog, I will find you…
Raven Simpson: AND WHAT!? What are you going to do to me that’s worse than you’ve already done? You broke my heart you son of a bitch, and now it’s time you pay.
Her voice trailed away as you could hear her calling for my dog Lucky.
Raven Simpson: Here puppy…puppy.
I jumped out of my chair and pointed to the door. Without hesitation, Alexis followed as we ran out of the gym to my car. We jumped in and peeled out of the parking lot. We sped through city streets toward my house as I continued to listen on the phone.
Raven Simpson: There you are pretty pup. Come here.
I could hear the same growling as earlier.
Raven Simpson: It’s okay puppy. Don’t growl at me.
The dog continued to growl and started barking.
Raven Simpson: You’d think that you would teach your dog to be more polite. BAD DOG!
There was a bit of racket followed by a yelp from the dog. Hearing it my foot hit the accelerator and I continued to weave through traffic.
Mike Laszlo: You bitch. I’m going to kill you.
Raven Simpson: Shoulda taught you’re dog some manners. What I’ve done to him is nothing to what I’ll do to you.
The phone clicked and I tossed it over my shoulder into the back. Alexis looked on as she could see the fear in my eyes.
Alexis Caffrey: What? What did she do?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know, but I heard the dog yelp and she said that would be nothing compared to what she did to me.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, hurry.
We flew through traffic, ran red lights, which I’m sure caused the traffic cameras to flash, but I didn’t care. We got to my house as fast as possible and jumped out of the car. There was no sign of forced entry into my loft, but the door was unlocked, and we never left it unlocked. The two of us rushed from room to room looking for the dog when I found him lying there in front of the sliding glass door leading out to the balcony.
Mike Laszlo: FOUND HIM!
I rushed to his side, and tried to see what was wrong. He could barely pick his head up as Alexis rushed into the room.
Alexis Caffrey: Oh my God, what did she do?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know but he looks weak. I’m going to pick him up and I need you to hold his head in case something is wrong.
She did as told and we lifted him and carried him back to the car.
Alexis Caffrey: You’ll be okay baby. Hold on.
We got him in the backseat and jumped back in, taking him in rushed fashion to the local vet. We got him out of the car and put him on a cart and used it to rush him into the room.
Mike Laszlo: Help…HELP!
One of the assistants rushed over.
Assistant: What happened?
I was panicked and had no clue what had happened.
Mike Laszlo: I’m not quite sure. I think he was kicked or hit with something.
Assistant: Okay sir, we’ll take it from here.
She grabbed hold of the cart and rushed it into the back room where the vet examined him and took X-Rays. We sat in the waiting room as I filled out papers and waited for what seemed like was forever, but in real time was about an hour.
Vet: Michael Laszlo?
Alexis and I jumped to our feet and went over to him.
Vet: Lucky sustained a broken hip bone and has some blunt force trauma from being hit with something in the head. We have him sedated right now, and we’re doing everything in our power to help him feel better. We’re going to keep him for observation, but the injuries are not life threatening.
I could exhale. I didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t know exactly what happened. I was glad that my dog would be okay and was able to sit down. I did so and rubbed my hands over my face as Alexis thanked the vet and sat by my side.
Alexis Caffrey: See? He’ll be fine. He’s a big tough guy.
Mike Laszlo: I can’t believe she went this far. I’m done with this. I’m going to put an end to it once and for all.
The scene fades as I have an angry blank stare in my eyes. I was pissed off and anyone around could tell.
Step Five: Violence is most likely to occur in a vengeance type fashion as the object is devalued through the means of an imagined betrayal causing the stalker to feel like the victim…
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You’d think with everything in my life, I’d be a crazy psychotic lunatic ready to eat a bullet. Unfortunately for Killian’s championship retention aspirations, I’m not his brother. My mind is not as easily melded as that of the average human being and I’m perfectly capable of admitting that. I’m not as breakable as that same average person.
Killian, you told me to stop lying, but the problem is I wasn’t. You weren’t pushing my buttons, or breaking down the mental barriers in my mind. As a matter of fact, you were doing the exact opposite, and unfortunately for you, that’s a very, very bad thing.
You see Creed, there was once a time where some would consider the man before you a monster. I did anything to anyone at any time inside that ring and I didn’t have a single bit of regret about any of it. I’ve killed people inside that very ring Killian, and although it wasn’t on purpose or by design, it still showed exactly what I’m capable of when pushed to the outer limits of my sanity.
I make nailing someone to a board look like child’s play; beating up women a walk in the park. So know that there is nothing you can do that I haven’t seen or done myself.
That monster still exists Killian. That thing inside me has been dormant for a few years, locked behind gate after gate and trapped inside a cage deep down inside. Cable started it and now you’re finishing the job Killian.
Slowly, lock by lock by lock you two swung open the door to the first gate and have peeled back the layers of protection that I have installed like an onion. This Sunday night at Metamorphosis, you sir stand in front of the door that opens the cage and lets the beast free. When the bell rings, he’s out. The beast being out is what will in the end be the catalyst of your undoing.
Killian, this demon isn’t one of those rabid, stupid, mindless chaos loving demons. He’s a quick thinker, a strategist, and he looks into every single way in which to hurt a person within the structure of the rules. He covets what I covet, and carries out his own agenda on the side.
Creed, I covet your championship, the beast inside thirsts for it. I want to hurt you, he wants to destroy you. He will do anything in his power to accomplish both goals at the same time and honestly, I fear for your well-being.
For weeks now we have taken shots at one another. For over a month and a half we have been at each other’s throats, quite literally as well as metaphorically. You’ve hurt those I care about simply because those that you yourself have cared about have hurt you. This Sunday live on Pay Per View, I put a dent in your fragile psyche; a dent in the Empire’s reign, and a championship around my waist.
I just hope that you survive it all.
First I would like to congratulate myself on a victory that I foretold was coming. I warned you it would happen Killian and you didn’t take one damn bit of precaution. What did you take away from the whole thing? Okay, fine, you’re a little woozy from the Malicious Intent, let me help you. You took a knee to the face!
All this time you took, telling me it wouldn’t happen. All this time you spewed about your weak pathetic words that only you believed, only to have the curtain pulled and the truth revealed to you. Confused again? The truth is your full of shit.
You’re nothing but a man, and I use that term as loosely as possible, who talks the biggest game in the world, only to be good at the most pathetic game in the world. Sure you can beat guys up; sure you can intimidate women, but when it comes to mental mind games and breaking a man not only physically but mentally as well, you fail and miserably.
Killian, last week I screamed out the words “You. Can’t. Break. Me.” And I’ve proven it thus far to be true. You call it a façade, a lie if you will, and I proved it to be nothing of the sort. So now it all comes down to this. There’s two men, well, one and a half walking into this match up, this Man of Steel Match for the Man of Steel Title at Metamorphosis, and there will be one walking out proclaiming himself as champion.
You’ve held that title for a while and you’ve defended it well, even against me. This time is different. Before, it was Killian the big bad enforcer of the Empire doing his best to get in my head, thinking he succeeded just because he got a victory, this time you know that the doors are locked and you can’t get in as I sit in the window and tease you.
I saw it in you as we brawled last week after I beat you. The anger was there; the fire was burning bright and I could almost see a reddish tint in your eyes as you stared me down with the evil intentions you’ve convinced yourself that you have. The problem is, no matter how bad your intentions are, the execution fails. Hell, you can’t even intimidate my girlfriend who had a delightful time punching you in the face…again.
You’re not the big bad enforcer you claim to be, you are indeed the bitch of the Empire. Your hypocrisies and lies that you tell the world in an attempt to cover your servitude are laughable at best because we all see through the horrid attempt at a veil. You’re not in the Empire to bide your time until you see Spike is vulnerable. You’re not better than him, and trust me I know as I’ve been in the ring with both of you, hell you can’t lick the inside of his jock no matter how much you relish in the thought of being that close to his balls.
No, you joined the Empire to hide your flaws. You joined the group because as an initiative they could get done what you couldn’t on your own. You’ve been exposed Killian Creed and it’s about damn time you own up to it.
At Metamorphosis, the hiding ends. No more shrouded mist that is the Empire. No more safety net for you to plunge into when you fail again. You will be cast aside into the irrelevance, into the black hole of obscurity where not a man, woman, or child, hell not even the family pet, will give a damn about you as you sit there in a corner, alone in the dark, wondering to yourself, “Should I act like he? Should I take the easy way out like my brother? Should I carry on the family legacy of cowardice?”
As you sit there and ask yourself those questions in your deep dark pit of despair, I want you to know in the back of your mind that not a single person will miss you if you decide to go through with it.
Don’t do it yet though Killian. Fight, survive for a few more days so that I can take that Man of Steel title from you first. After all, what kind of champion would stoop to such levels? Let me take your one life vest away so that you can drown in your own self-pity and despair. Let me not just end your career as you say you plan to do mine…let me help you end it all. Allow me to take the pain from your soul, and allow me to reunite you with he who you miss so much. Killian, I’m willing to do my part. If you say yes, the world will accept it and simply move on.
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Title: Step Five…
Location: Los Angeles, California
Time: 1:39 PM Local Time
There is a structured progression in stalking according to most efforts. First there’s the initial contact with the victim. In this instance, the stalker becomes infatuated with the person of which he or she obsesses over. In my case, I knew Raven a while, but things really didn’t pick up until I basically saved her life from a local thug.
Then the stalker makes further contact with the object of his or her obsession. Then the stalker’s actions set themselves up for failure. In my case, Raven was already a friend, well sort of, and started making advances at me already when she knew that I was in a relationship with Alexis.
A few weeks ago was step three in this organized structure. I turned down her advances and she professed her love for me, thinking that I too had such feelings for her. This proved not to be true and hence set her on this strange tangent that she’s been on.
As the stalker begins to realize that the object of his or her obsession is not waning toward giving in to the stalker’s desires, the stalker turns to anger. Well, you think smashing the front window of my house or throwing ice balls at my truck, or the vandalism toward my car weren’t the lashing out of an angry psychopath?
The final step is…
We were finishing up our training, Alexis and I. We had retreated to the private locker room area where we had our stuff, something I included being the owner and all. I mean, who wants to wait for a locker at the local YMCA right? Anyway, we finished training and headed for my office. I had a little bit of paper work to do before we left, and Alexis had agreed to chill while I finished. We walked in and sat down, her opening up a comic as she loves to read them, and me starting through the work I had before me.
It wasn’t but ten minutes before I heard a vibration in my bag. My phone was ringing but I was rather busy.
Alexis Caffrey: Aren’t you going to get that?
Mike Laszlo: Nah, I’m busy. They can wait.
She shrugged her shoulders and turned her focus back to the colored pages as I continued on with my work. There was another buzz signifying the voicemail was placed. It must have been a long voicemail as there was quite the pause between vibrations. As I went through some figures, the phone rang again. This time I stared at it and the ID said “Private”. Alexis brought down her comic again.
Alexis Caffrey: Well maybe it’s an emergency? Could it be one of the girls?
Mike Laszlo: No, the number doesn’t come up private. Whoever this is can wait.
Once more she goes back to reading as another buzz goes, another voicemail, this one seemed quicker. As I went over more documents I turned to my computer and typed in a few things to check the accuracy of the reports and again, the phone started vibrating. I was getting a little frustrated as again I looked over to see “Private”. Realizing that whoever it was wasn’t going to stop calling I pulled the phone from my bag and answered.
Mike Laszlo: Hello?
There was no answer on the other end, but in the background I could hear growling and barking.
Mike Laszlo: Hello? Is someone there? I think you have the wrong number.
Fed up with the mere sounds of a dog in the background I hung up the phone and set it on the desk. I started to work when I looked back at the phone. I spun my chair and picked it up deciding to listen to the voicemails before. I held the phone to my ear…
Voicemail: First skipped message…
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve put you on this pedestal as if you can do no wrong. I treat you like a God and this is how you repay my obedience? You move on from me in the blink of an eye for that skinny little toothpick nerd? You choose her OVER ME! You broke my heart Mike, and I’m telling you now, if I can’t have you, nobody will.”
My eyes widened as I knew who it was on the other end. Thankfully Alexis didn’t pick up on it. I didn’t want to explain this again. I didn’t want to have to reassure her that I had this under control, when the fact of the matter is, how could I? How could I control this girl who has clearly gone off the deep end?
Voicemail: Next skipped message.
Raven Simpson: I’m sorry I overreacted. I mean, after all, you are in love, just not with me. I just can’t stand the thought of not being with you, and I know that deep down inside, you feel the same way. I don’t want to have to do something I might regret, really I don’t. But I will if it means we can be together again. I will go to the end of the Earth, and if that means I have to do something to that bitch I WILL!
This was clearly getting out of hand to the point where there was no turning back. I went to set the phone down. I had to tell Alexis what was going on. I had to let her know to watch her back. This was getting beyond insane. Before I could get her attention though, the phone rang again, the same “Private” number.
Alexis Caffrey: What’s going on? Is there a problem?
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry, I can handle it.
I continued to lie, but at the moment what could I do? Admit weakness? I lifted the phone again and held it to my ear, playing as if I didn’t know who it was.
Mike Laszlo: Who is this? What do you want?
She didn’t answer me per say, but she knew I was listening. She talked as if she were a little child, talking as if she had been the one wronged in all of this. The girl has clearly lost her mind.
Raven Simpson: This is really a nice place you have here in California love. Why is it you never brought me here?
Mike Laszlo: You bitch, get the hell out of my house.
Alexis’ interest perked as she folded the comic closed and set it on the desk.
Alexis Caffrey: Who is it?
Before I could respond, Raven responded on the phone.
Raven Simpson: NO! You don’t get to do the yelling. You’re the one who’s been unfaithful.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell are you talking about?
Raven Simpson: Relax sweet boy, I’ll take care of your sweet little puppy.
Mike Laszlo: Leave my damn dog alone.
Alexis was getting nervous on the other end of the desk.
Alexis Caffrey: Lucky…
I could feel the anger building within me.
Mike Laszlo: I swear to God, if you hurt my dog, I will find you…
Raven Simpson: AND WHAT!? What are you going to do to me that’s worse than you’ve already done? You broke my heart you son of a bitch, and now it’s time you pay.
Her voice trailed away as you could hear her calling for my dog Lucky.
Raven Simpson: Here puppy…puppy.
I jumped out of my chair and pointed to the door. Without hesitation, Alexis followed as we ran out of the gym to my car. We jumped in and peeled out of the parking lot. We sped through city streets toward my house as I continued to listen on the phone.
Raven Simpson: There you are pretty pup. Come here.
I could hear the same growling as earlier.
Raven Simpson: It’s okay puppy. Don’t growl at me.
The dog continued to growl and started barking.
Raven Simpson: You’d think that you would teach your dog to be more polite. BAD DOG!
There was a bit of racket followed by a yelp from the dog. Hearing it my foot hit the accelerator and I continued to weave through traffic.
Mike Laszlo: You bitch. I’m going to kill you.
Raven Simpson: Shoulda taught you’re dog some manners. What I’ve done to him is nothing to what I’ll do to you.
The phone clicked and I tossed it over my shoulder into the back. Alexis looked on as she could see the fear in my eyes.
Alexis Caffrey: What? What did she do?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know, but I heard the dog yelp and she said that would be nothing compared to what she did to me.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, hurry.
We flew through traffic, ran red lights, which I’m sure caused the traffic cameras to flash, but I didn’t care. We got to my house as fast as possible and jumped out of the car. There was no sign of forced entry into my loft, but the door was unlocked, and we never left it unlocked. The two of us rushed from room to room looking for the dog when I found him lying there in front of the sliding glass door leading out to the balcony.
Mike Laszlo: FOUND HIM!
I rushed to his side, and tried to see what was wrong. He could barely pick his head up as Alexis rushed into the room.
Alexis Caffrey: Oh my God, what did she do?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know but he looks weak. I’m going to pick him up and I need you to hold his head in case something is wrong.
She did as told and we lifted him and carried him back to the car.
Alexis Caffrey: You’ll be okay baby. Hold on.
We got him in the backseat and jumped back in, taking him in rushed fashion to the local vet. We got him out of the car and put him on a cart and used it to rush him into the room.
Mike Laszlo: Help…HELP!
One of the assistants rushed over.
Assistant: What happened?
I was panicked and had no clue what had happened.
Mike Laszlo: I’m not quite sure. I think he was kicked or hit with something.
Assistant: Okay sir, we’ll take it from here.
She grabbed hold of the cart and rushed it into the back room where the vet examined him and took X-Rays. We sat in the waiting room as I filled out papers and waited for what seemed like was forever, but in real time was about an hour.
Vet: Michael Laszlo?
Alexis and I jumped to our feet and went over to him.
Vet: Lucky sustained a broken hip bone and has some blunt force trauma from being hit with something in the head. We have him sedated right now, and we’re doing everything in our power to help him feel better. We’re going to keep him for observation, but the injuries are not life threatening.
I could exhale. I didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t know exactly what happened. I was glad that my dog would be okay and was able to sit down. I did so and rubbed my hands over my face as Alexis thanked the vet and sat by my side.
Alexis Caffrey: See? He’ll be fine. He’s a big tough guy.
Mike Laszlo: I can’t believe she went this far. I’m done with this. I’m going to put an end to it once and for all.
The scene fades as I have an angry blank stare in my eyes. I was pissed off and anyone around could tell.
Step Five: Violence is most likely to occur in a vengeance type fashion as the object is devalued through the means of an imagined betrayal causing the stalker to feel like the victim…
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You’d think with everything in my life, I’d be a crazy psychotic lunatic ready to eat a bullet. Unfortunately for Killian’s championship retention aspirations, I’m not his brother. My mind is not as easily melded as that of the average human being and I’m perfectly capable of admitting that. I’m not as breakable as that same average person.
Killian, you told me to stop lying, but the problem is I wasn’t. You weren’t pushing my buttons, or breaking down the mental barriers in my mind. As a matter of fact, you were doing the exact opposite, and unfortunately for you, that’s a very, very bad thing.
You see Creed, there was once a time where some would consider the man before you a monster. I did anything to anyone at any time inside that ring and I didn’t have a single bit of regret about any of it. I’ve killed people inside that very ring Killian, and although it wasn’t on purpose or by design, it still showed exactly what I’m capable of when pushed to the outer limits of my sanity.
I make nailing someone to a board look like child’s play; beating up women a walk in the park. So know that there is nothing you can do that I haven’t seen or done myself.
That monster still exists Killian. That thing inside me has been dormant for a few years, locked behind gate after gate and trapped inside a cage deep down inside. Cable started it and now you’re finishing the job Killian.
Slowly, lock by lock by lock you two swung open the door to the first gate and have peeled back the layers of protection that I have installed like an onion. This Sunday night at Metamorphosis, you sir stand in front of the door that opens the cage and lets the beast free. When the bell rings, he’s out. The beast being out is what will in the end be the catalyst of your undoing.
Killian, this demon isn’t one of those rabid, stupid, mindless chaos loving demons. He’s a quick thinker, a strategist, and he looks into every single way in which to hurt a person within the structure of the rules. He covets what I covet, and carries out his own agenda on the side.
Creed, I covet your championship, the beast inside thirsts for it. I want to hurt you, he wants to destroy you. He will do anything in his power to accomplish both goals at the same time and honestly, I fear for your well-being.
For weeks now we have taken shots at one another. For over a month and a half we have been at each other’s throats, quite literally as well as metaphorically. You’ve hurt those I care about simply because those that you yourself have cared about have hurt you. This Sunday live on Pay Per View, I put a dent in your fragile psyche; a dent in the Empire’s reign, and a championship around my waist.
I just hope that you survive it all.
Well howdy there pardner.