Post by Mike Laszlo on Feb 22, 2014 6:01:24 GMT
So for the last two weeks I’ve teamed with the Imperial Champion and to say that things haven’t gone well would be quite the understatement. Two matches, two losses and an attempted abduction of my girlfriend from some freaking psychopath who seems to be able to do anything at will without consequence.
That’s personal, this is business and my business is Sephiroth Du Lac and defending my Man of Steel Title at Danger Zone. To be honest Seph, you’re one of the creepiest people that I’ve ever seen in my entire life and that says a lot.
You’ve made your intensions clear vamp. You want this Man of Steel Championship and I don’t blame you, it’s quite nice to have it. To have the recognition of this belt, to be able to hold it and elevate it to a prestige the likes of no other, is and will continue to be a prideful feeling; one that I will experience, not you.
So you’ve done things like stalk me, even going to lengths such as filming me in my sleep and putting your hands on my girlfriend in an attempt to get under my skin. Valid attempt, really it is. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last, and to be as frank as possible, using Alexis to get to me is getting rather old. She can handle herself as has been evident and she can take the abuse laid upon her. She’s a tough girl and she’s not afraid of some freak wannabe prince of darkness.
I get why you pretend to be what you say you are Sephiroth. The lore of a vampire is a powerful draw. You want that feeling of invincibility, the super strength, and the more than above average attributes that come with it. You sit there with that big dumb oaf you have as a bodyguard, lurking in the shadows, waiting for your opportunity to lunge out and attack.
The problem is that your window is closed du Lac. We’re no longer doing this on your terms. We’re not hiding in the shadows and playing mind games. We’re in a ring, one on one, mono y mono. There won’t be a bodyguard to help you. There won’t be any attacks on my girlfriend.
The only thing you can do is stand across the ring from me and look me in my eyes and know that your time in the spotlight is over. Your fifteen minutes of fame are up and it’s time to face the beast you’ve poked and prodded for the last few weeks with no restrictions.
There are no more distractions; no more teaming with Ortega when I should be focused on you and defending this belt. All along you thought you were doing something good. For the last month you thought you had me on my heels when in reality, you’ve done absolutely nothing. You thought that you had me on the defensive and it all came crashing down on you this past Monday. You concocted in your imagination that you had this all planned out, that you would add this stipulation to our match and that you could get the upper hand with Abel.
I watched that stupid smile on your face come right off as I smashed the chair over his face.
I watched as your plans all went ablaze.
I watched as the realization finally hit you. Your emotionless face turned to that of worry when you got just a subtle hint of what I am capable of with a steel chair and for that moment and every single one after you’ve thought about what you’ve gotten yourself into. Let me answer the question for you.
You’ve gotten yourself into the worst situation possible.
I won’t stop at watching you burn in the sunlight. I won’t just set you on fire. I won’t stab you in the heart with a wooden stake. I’m gonna take you on at Danger Zone and I’m gonna take you out and slay you in ways that Joss Whedon wishes he had thought of with Buffy.
And there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me.
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Title: The One Who Got Away
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Time: 11:09 PM Local Time
Mike Laszlo: GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!
As the scene opens, it’s pretty much what the cameras caught on Sacrifice after I left Ortega in the ring. Unfortunately for you, the viewing audience, you got to see Ortega beat down and everyone’s hero Gib hit with a Conchairto.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t care any less about that situation and I don’t mean that in any disrespectful way imaginable. I was trying to get my hands on seemingly, the person who has been stalking me for the last month if not longer. I got a couple shots in on the person who killed Raven in a twisted, sick way to get to me. I wanted more and I chased the masked assailant through the halls of the arena until he jumped into a waiting van and sped off. Alexis was running behind me and leaned over to catch her breath. As it was her who was almost grabbed, I turned and put my arm around her shoulder.
Mike Laszlo: Are you okay?
She nodded.
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah. Oh my God that was close.
Mike Laszlo: This is escalating way out of control. Whoever that was just tried to abduct you on live television and had the balls to think they would get away with it.
She stood up and was breathing at a slightly faster pace, but more normal than right after the pursuit.
Alexis Caffrey: That might have been the scariest moment of my life. Thank God you heard me.
Mike Laszlo: I said I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.
Those words would come back to haunt me. Note to self, don’t say things like that, it’s an automatic jinx. The two of us caught up with some security and described the van and told them not to let it in. They wanted to call local authorities but seeing as how the night was over and we were going to be heading back to the hotel, I saw no need.
The two of us, especially worn out, me after a match and the chase, headed back to our locker room. I grabbed a towel from the locker and looked at Alexis who looked visibly shaken by the attempt to kidnap her.
Mike Laszlo: Are you gonna be alright if I leave you and take a shower.
She sat there for a moment, silent, not knowing exactly what to say to what happened. She looked a little traumatized. She then looked up and nodded.
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, I’ll be okay.
I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead as she simply sat there and stared straight ahead. There was no emotion emanating from her body and though I understood why, it still threw me for a loop. I shook my head and headed into the shower area where I proceeded to turn the water on and strip down. As I stepped into the shower I could only hear the pitter patters of the streaming water hitting both my body and my face. Drifting into my own little world, I let the water hit me in the face as an attempt to relax myself. Leaning my head down with my arms pressed against the wall in front of me I took a deep breath and watched as my hair fell in front of my face, water pouring along it, falling to the tile floor below. I closed my eyes and let everything go if even for a brief moment.
Mike Laszlo: What am I going to do?
I asked myself as I was the only one who could answer. There was but a problem…I had no answer.
Annoyed with my own ineptitude, I smack the wall in front of me with an open hand as I proceed to clean myself off, turning the knob to end the steady stream of hot water. As I grab on towel and wrap it around my waist, I take another and start drying off my face. Letting her know I’m almost done, I call out to Alexis in the main room.
Mike Laszlo: Babe, I’m almost done. Get ready to go.
I continued to dry off my face as I waited for a reply but got nothing. Slowly I moved the towel down from my face and tossed it to the floor beside me.
Mike Laszlo: Babe?
Still nothing. I opened the glass door of the shower and walked over to the bathroom entranceway, peering around the corner only to see that Alexis wasn’t where I had left her.
Mike Laszlo: Alexis?
Turning my head to the left, I looked down the small corridor to the door to the hall and saw it was slightly opened. Dropping the towels I quickly pulled on a pair of shorts I had on the bench and a pair of shoes and ran to the door, opening and stepping out into the hall.
Mike Laszlo: Alexis?
There was no answer as I frantically looked from side to side with guilt and paranoia running through my veins.
Mike Laszlo: ALEXIS!?
I found a local stagehand and asked if he had seen her and he shook his head. I instructed him to take our things and have them taken to my hotel as I frantically ran back in and grabbed my phone before bolting back out of the room in search of her as the scene fades.
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You see, when I won this championship from Killian Creed, I knew that there would be a target painted on my back. I knew that the hunter was to become the hunted and I welcomed that. I welcome the challenge of any individual in this company. It makes no difference if you’re a known commodity or a new comer fresh out of school that has the balls to walk up and challenge me.
I tell the world that I am the Best Period for a reason and it’s not a simple slogan to sell t-shirts, I firmly believe that fact and I look forward to walking down that isle and proving it as a fact rather than a fictional rumor, because that’s what a real champion goes out and does.
I took on Killian Creed and do to past instances of failing with titles on the line, I was always painted as the guy who would fail. I was labeled by many as the guy who couldn’t win the big one. Then something changed Sephiroth. A metamorphosis took place at the last Pay Per View and I showed that the losing, floundering, failing Mike Laszlo of old was gone and dead, not a trace left to be seen.
Then came you. You decided to open you coffin and stroll right into the Man of Steel Title picture and make yourself known to me in a match a few weeks ago. You and I went toe to toe, tooth and nail and in the end it was I who came out on top.
So while you sit there and spin your riddles and talk about wrestling as if it is a mere game, let me ask you, what makes you think that this time is going to be any different?
Is it the fact that there is no disqualification?
I think I’ve proven an abundance of times that any time there’s no rules, I thrive. When chaos and anarchy are the main themes, I’m the one writing the play. When there’s no lights at this intersection that has applicably been named Danger Zone, I’m the one directing traffic. So when you see me across that ring, know that you’re in for the absolute fight of your life, or afterlife as you wish the case may be.
I want you to get something through that undead, twisted head of yours and I want it to sink in real good. I am not the Man of Steel Champion by fluke. I did not win this on some whimsical wish after rubbing the old genie lamp. I won this because I am the best technical wrestler in the company to date. I can beat anyone at any time in anyway shape or form and if that means twisting you into a pretzel until you give up, it will be done. If that means I have to take a steel chair and smash it over your face not once but twice and beyond until you are physically unable to get back to your feet then it shall take place.
I have no remorse for any actions that I display in that ring and I show even less mercy Sephiroth. So when the time comes and all of the vampire dust has settled, the entire world can come back to the reality that is. They will come back to this world…MY world where vampires don’t exist. The world where the so-called “old ones” are the eighty and ninety year old senior citizens sitting at a nursing home drooling and crapping their pants at the mere excitement of green Jello.
I don’t need Holy Water, I don’t need wooden stakes, and by the time we do battle, there won’t be any sunlight anyway. I have all I need to outdo and outclass you in the center of that ring and love every minute of it.
In the end Sephiroth du Lac, you have but one person to blame for what’s coming your way at Danger Zone…yourself.
That’s personal, this is business and my business is Sephiroth Du Lac and defending my Man of Steel Title at Danger Zone. To be honest Seph, you’re one of the creepiest people that I’ve ever seen in my entire life and that says a lot.
You’ve made your intensions clear vamp. You want this Man of Steel Championship and I don’t blame you, it’s quite nice to have it. To have the recognition of this belt, to be able to hold it and elevate it to a prestige the likes of no other, is and will continue to be a prideful feeling; one that I will experience, not you.
So you’ve done things like stalk me, even going to lengths such as filming me in my sleep and putting your hands on my girlfriend in an attempt to get under my skin. Valid attempt, really it is. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last, and to be as frank as possible, using Alexis to get to me is getting rather old. She can handle herself as has been evident and she can take the abuse laid upon her. She’s a tough girl and she’s not afraid of some freak wannabe prince of darkness.
I get why you pretend to be what you say you are Sephiroth. The lore of a vampire is a powerful draw. You want that feeling of invincibility, the super strength, and the more than above average attributes that come with it. You sit there with that big dumb oaf you have as a bodyguard, lurking in the shadows, waiting for your opportunity to lunge out and attack.
The problem is that your window is closed du Lac. We’re no longer doing this on your terms. We’re not hiding in the shadows and playing mind games. We’re in a ring, one on one, mono y mono. There won’t be a bodyguard to help you. There won’t be any attacks on my girlfriend.
The only thing you can do is stand across the ring from me and look me in my eyes and know that your time in the spotlight is over. Your fifteen minutes of fame are up and it’s time to face the beast you’ve poked and prodded for the last few weeks with no restrictions.
There are no more distractions; no more teaming with Ortega when I should be focused on you and defending this belt. All along you thought you were doing something good. For the last month you thought you had me on my heels when in reality, you’ve done absolutely nothing. You thought that you had me on the defensive and it all came crashing down on you this past Monday. You concocted in your imagination that you had this all planned out, that you would add this stipulation to our match and that you could get the upper hand with Abel.
I watched that stupid smile on your face come right off as I smashed the chair over his face.
I watched as your plans all went ablaze.
I watched as the realization finally hit you. Your emotionless face turned to that of worry when you got just a subtle hint of what I am capable of with a steel chair and for that moment and every single one after you’ve thought about what you’ve gotten yourself into. Let me answer the question for you.
You’ve gotten yourself into the worst situation possible.
I won’t stop at watching you burn in the sunlight. I won’t just set you on fire. I won’t stab you in the heart with a wooden stake. I’m gonna take you on at Danger Zone and I’m gonna take you out and slay you in ways that Joss Whedon wishes he had thought of with Buffy.
And there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me.
====================
Title: The One Who Got Away
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Time: 11:09 PM Local Time
Mike Laszlo: GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!
As the scene opens, it’s pretty much what the cameras caught on Sacrifice after I left Ortega in the ring. Unfortunately for you, the viewing audience, you got to see Ortega beat down and everyone’s hero Gib hit with a Conchairto.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t care any less about that situation and I don’t mean that in any disrespectful way imaginable. I was trying to get my hands on seemingly, the person who has been stalking me for the last month if not longer. I got a couple shots in on the person who killed Raven in a twisted, sick way to get to me. I wanted more and I chased the masked assailant through the halls of the arena until he jumped into a waiting van and sped off. Alexis was running behind me and leaned over to catch her breath. As it was her who was almost grabbed, I turned and put my arm around her shoulder.
Mike Laszlo: Are you okay?
She nodded.
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah. Oh my God that was close.
Mike Laszlo: This is escalating way out of control. Whoever that was just tried to abduct you on live television and had the balls to think they would get away with it.
She stood up and was breathing at a slightly faster pace, but more normal than right after the pursuit.
Alexis Caffrey: That might have been the scariest moment of my life. Thank God you heard me.
Mike Laszlo: I said I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.
Those words would come back to haunt me. Note to self, don’t say things like that, it’s an automatic jinx. The two of us caught up with some security and described the van and told them not to let it in. They wanted to call local authorities but seeing as how the night was over and we were going to be heading back to the hotel, I saw no need.
The two of us, especially worn out, me after a match and the chase, headed back to our locker room. I grabbed a towel from the locker and looked at Alexis who looked visibly shaken by the attempt to kidnap her.
Mike Laszlo: Are you gonna be alright if I leave you and take a shower.
She sat there for a moment, silent, not knowing exactly what to say to what happened. She looked a little traumatized. She then looked up and nodded.
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, I’ll be okay.
I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead as she simply sat there and stared straight ahead. There was no emotion emanating from her body and though I understood why, it still threw me for a loop. I shook my head and headed into the shower area where I proceeded to turn the water on and strip down. As I stepped into the shower I could only hear the pitter patters of the streaming water hitting both my body and my face. Drifting into my own little world, I let the water hit me in the face as an attempt to relax myself. Leaning my head down with my arms pressed against the wall in front of me I took a deep breath and watched as my hair fell in front of my face, water pouring along it, falling to the tile floor below. I closed my eyes and let everything go if even for a brief moment.
Mike Laszlo: What am I going to do?
I asked myself as I was the only one who could answer. There was but a problem…I had no answer.
Annoyed with my own ineptitude, I smack the wall in front of me with an open hand as I proceed to clean myself off, turning the knob to end the steady stream of hot water. As I grab on towel and wrap it around my waist, I take another and start drying off my face. Letting her know I’m almost done, I call out to Alexis in the main room.
Mike Laszlo: Babe, I’m almost done. Get ready to go.
I continued to dry off my face as I waited for a reply but got nothing. Slowly I moved the towel down from my face and tossed it to the floor beside me.
Mike Laszlo: Babe?
Still nothing. I opened the glass door of the shower and walked over to the bathroom entranceway, peering around the corner only to see that Alexis wasn’t where I had left her.
Mike Laszlo: Alexis?
Turning my head to the left, I looked down the small corridor to the door to the hall and saw it was slightly opened. Dropping the towels I quickly pulled on a pair of shorts I had on the bench and a pair of shoes and ran to the door, opening and stepping out into the hall.
Mike Laszlo: Alexis?
There was no answer as I frantically looked from side to side with guilt and paranoia running through my veins.
Mike Laszlo: ALEXIS!?
I found a local stagehand and asked if he had seen her and he shook his head. I instructed him to take our things and have them taken to my hotel as I frantically ran back in and grabbed my phone before bolting back out of the room in search of her as the scene fades.
====================
You see, when I won this championship from Killian Creed, I knew that there would be a target painted on my back. I knew that the hunter was to become the hunted and I welcomed that. I welcome the challenge of any individual in this company. It makes no difference if you’re a known commodity or a new comer fresh out of school that has the balls to walk up and challenge me.
I tell the world that I am the Best Period for a reason and it’s not a simple slogan to sell t-shirts, I firmly believe that fact and I look forward to walking down that isle and proving it as a fact rather than a fictional rumor, because that’s what a real champion goes out and does.
I took on Killian Creed and do to past instances of failing with titles on the line, I was always painted as the guy who would fail. I was labeled by many as the guy who couldn’t win the big one. Then something changed Sephiroth. A metamorphosis took place at the last Pay Per View and I showed that the losing, floundering, failing Mike Laszlo of old was gone and dead, not a trace left to be seen.
Then came you. You decided to open you coffin and stroll right into the Man of Steel Title picture and make yourself known to me in a match a few weeks ago. You and I went toe to toe, tooth and nail and in the end it was I who came out on top.
So while you sit there and spin your riddles and talk about wrestling as if it is a mere game, let me ask you, what makes you think that this time is going to be any different?
Is it the fact that there is no disqualification?
I think I’ve proven an abundance of times that any time there’s no rules, I thrive. When chaos and anarchy are the main themes, I’m the one writing the play. When there’s no lights at this intersection that has applicably been named Danger Zone, I’m the one directing traffic. So when you see me across that ring, know that you’re in for the absolute fight of your life, or afterlife as you wish the case may be.
I want you to get something through that undead, twisted head of yours and I want it to sink in real good. I am not the Man of Steel Champion by fluke. I did not win this on some whimsical wish after rubbing the old genie lamp. I won this because I am the best technical wrestler in the company to date. I can beat anyone at any time in anyway shape or form and if that means twisting you into a pretzel until you give up, it will be done. If that means I have to take a steel chair and smash it over your face not once but twice and beyond until you are physically unable to get back to your feet then it shall take place.
I have no remorse for any actions that I display in that ring and I show even less mercy Sephiroth. So when the time comes and all of the vampire dust has settled, the entire world can come back to the reality that is. They will come back to this world…MY world where vampires don’t exist. The world where the so-called “old ones” are the eighty and ninety year old senior citizens sitting at a nursing home drooling and crapping their pants at the mere excitement of green Jello.
I don’t need Holy Water, I don’t need wooden stakes, and by the time we do battle, there won’t be any sunlight anyway. I have all I need to outdo and outclass you in the center of that ring and love every minute of it.
In the end Sephiroth du Lac, you have but one person to blame for what’s coming your way at Danger Zone…yourself.
Well howdy there pardner.