Post by Mike Laszlo on Jun 2, 2013 6:18:27 GMT
You think I’m here for that crap?
Do you Rob?
Do you think I’m here to listen to you tell the world to “Suck it!” like you’re a middle school kid from the late nineties?
Do you think that I care that you dropped your recorder from the Sears Tower?
Do you think I care about any damn thing you had to say?
If you thought any of that, then I hate to tell you my overly anxious, strangely excited opponent…you’re wrong.
HOWEVER…just because I didn’t care, doesn’t mean, and I don’t want you to think for one single, solitary second that I wasn’t listening. That said, you mentioned that this is a new place, and a new start for everyone involved here in the IWF. So by that logic, I can smack around a NOBODY like Rob Diamond. You’ve done nothing here, and therefore, really, it means nothing.
As far as I’m concerned Rob, as far as this match is concerned, you mean nothing. I haven’t been arguing with you on the Twitter device. I haven’t been sparking up the possibility of a match with you. You jumped in and because I am who I am, I’m not backing down.
You and my partner Mr. Rherring mean absolutely nothing to me.
You asked if I could trust him.
The answer is simple…no.
The reason that answer is simple Rob? Not because he was a bystander last week, but because there aren’t many people I trust in this industry, but the two I do are in this company, my girlfriend Alexis, and my trainee Ashley. Other than that, I don’t trust the lot of you as far as I can throw you.
That being said, the next time you throw your recorder off a tall skyscraper, do the world a favor and make sure to jump and try and catch up to it after and put us all out of the misery of EVVVVVER having to listen to your stupidity AGAIN!
You issued the challenge and unlike your buddy Spike, it didn’t take me a few verbal shots to accept, because unlike him…I have testicular fortitude. I wanted a match with a man that everybody says is perhaps the best wrestler to ever grace a ring, and now I’m stuck with only half of what I want because you wanted to ride his coattails.
So you do just that Rob.
You ride his coattails to Sacrifice this Monday, and when you let go just long enough to compete, know that my knee is waiting to smash in your face. That said…I’m done with you and from this point on have nothing else to say to you.
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Title: It's Not The End of The World
Location: Chicago, Illinois
Time: 10:50 PM Local Time
Ashley had just gotten her head kicked off and sub sequentially lost the match for our team in the main event for the first ever Monday Sacrifice. Alexis and I had draped each of her arms over our shoulders as we helped her to the back as she shook off the effects of that violent kick from Tifa Heafy. As we went through the curtain I could sense that Ashley was getting more to her senses and then out of nowhere she pulled away from both Alexis and me as we entered the hallway. The two of us stood there a little surprised as Ashley walked over to the catering table and took a bottle of water, taking a huge sip before hurling the bottle down the hall, hitting a random stagehand as she screamed a hellacious scream that echoed down the hallway. She then stormed off in the direction of our locker room. Alexis and I looked at one another a bit in shock before we headed down the hall at a quickened pace to try and catch the angry young lady.
Alexis Caffrey: It’s one match. What the hell is her problem?
Mike Laszlo: It’s more than that. She never won when she was in her previous organization and she thought this time would be different. This quick instance must have brought all of that back.
As we got up to our locker room, the door was closed, but inside we could hear the sounds of Ashley sobbing. Slowly, I opened the door and headed in, Alexis gently closing the door behind her. As we walked into the room, Ashley was face down in her hands distraught over the loss. I looked behind me for a moment to see if Alexis had any ideas, but she let me down and simply shrugged her shoulders. Rolling my eyes in dismay I slowly sat down on the bench next to her. As I went to put my arm around her to console her, she snapped her head back and started yelling.
Ashley Mastrangelo: WHY!? WHY ME!? WHY THE HELL DO I KEEP LOSING!?!? WHAT AM I DOING WRONG!?!?
Then she realized that both Alexis and I were in the room.
Ashley Mastrangelo: (Sobbing) Why can’t I win anywhere? This place is no different than stupid CWF. I’m no good there and I’m NO GOOD HERE!
I think she needed to let it all out before being consoled as she began crying again as she leaned into my shoulder. I consoled the young lady as best I could.
Mike Laszlo: It’s alright. So you lost your first match in IWF. There will be plenty more. I mean hell, officially, I lost my first match too. You don’t see me getting all upset.
Ashley Mastrangelo: (Her voice muffled by my shoulder.) YOU LOST BECAUSE OF ME!
Mike Laszlo: It’s really no big deal.
The sobbing continued, and quite frankly, the situation was getting a little out of control. After a few minutes of crying and sobbing and whimpering, I pulled Ashley off my shoulder and looked at the young lady before me. Her head was draped down, and there wasn’t a collected bone in her body. I took this time to do the duty of what the title of the match called me…be a mentor.
Mike Laszlo: Look at me.
At first she refused, but after some more encouragement, she finally came around and looked up at me, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What?
Mike Laszlo: Relax and take a deep breath.
She did as instructed and continued to look on.
Mike Laszlo: Not everyone can win their first match. I’m sure some of the all-time greats lost. I hate to do this because it is so cliché, but, it’s not if you win or lose, it’s how you play the game.
I could tell she was a little annoyed at that remark. She’s like me in many ways. I want to punch the people who tell me that straight in their throat and piledrive them where they stand. She needed to hear this though, even though she clearly didn’t like that as was evident by her glare.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What am I twelve?
Mike Laszlo: Not unless you’re dyslexic and this is a couple months ago.
This perked her up a little bit as the tears had stopped flowing and I got a bit of a smirk to peek through her sorrow.
Mike Laszlo: Listen, I know you’re like me and I’m not going to preach that crap to you. In this instance though, that statement is true. It’s not about winning at Sacrifice. Would it have been nice? Sure. A loss though is that much better.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What do you mean?
Mike Laszlo: Now a true lesson begins. Anyone can handle success. Trust me, I’ve had it, it’s a piece of cake. The real challenge comes after a loss. How will you respond? How will you use it to help yourself get better? That’s what keeps you relevant in this business. Make sense?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah. I mean, I know that it’s not the end of the world. It’s…it’s just frustrating. Here I was losing all the time in CWF, and now my first match here, and it’s another frickin’ loss.
Mike Laszlo: Yes, but this time you’re ready for it. It’s adaptation. You’re my example to Miss IWannaJumpInTheRing over here.
Alexis cocks an eyebrow.
Alexis Caffrey: And what does that mean?
Mike Laszlo: (With a smile on my face, I peer over my shoulder at my glaring girlfriend, and explain myself.) It means, that no matter how much you ask me, you’re only getting into that ring in an official capacity when I say you’re ready.
She scoffed at me before turning and heading to her seat where she started rifling through her bag for something to read. Turning my attention back to Ashley, I was glad to see that she was now clear thinking, cool, calm, and finally…collected.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So you’re saying I need to adapt, and use this defeat to get better whenever they decide to book me next?
Mike Laszlo: That’s right. See what you did right and keep doing it. See what you did wrong, or what you think you can do better and work on it. Knowing you the way I do, you’ll have it down in no time.
She was relieved. I was relieved…that the screaming had finally stopped. Hell one more ear piercing outlet of frustration and I was going to need an entire bottle of aspirin. As I stood up from the bench, I headed toward the couch where Alexis was sitting, clearly ignoring me, when Ashley stood up and grabbed my shoulder turning me toward her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You know, you’re pretty good at that.
Mike Laszlo: At what?
Ashley Mastrangelo: The motivational speech thing.
Mike Laszlo: That’s not really what that was. I don’t do pep talks.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Then what was it?
Mike Laszlo: The truth.
She smiled before pushing herself upward, giving me a peck on the cheek before turning to start packing. I could tell there was that bounce in her step if you know what I mean. Now it was time to confront the other woman in the room. As I walk over to the couch, I reach over and start to massage her shoulders, only to have her turn away from me. Leaning forward I whispered in her ear.
Mike Laszlo: I love you.
She continued to ignore me. Grabbing hold of the couch, I jump over the back into a seated position next to my stubborn young girlfriend and poke her with my finger in her ribs causing her to twitch. She is after all, extremely ticklish. I did it again and she tried her hardest to move in a position where it couldn’t happen again but it was to no avail as I kept doing it until she really started to squirm and eventually burst out into laughter.
Alexis Caffrey: Oh God…stop…please…stop. (Laughing hysterically.) Pleeeeeeeease stop.
Now with her pinned on the couch under me, I stop tickling her and hold her arms up by her head before leaning in for what turned out to be quite the passionate kiss.
Mike Laszlo: Do you forgive me?
Alexis Caffrey: No.
I leaned again and with the same passion, we locked lips. This one lasted a little bit longer and as I pulled away a smile came over her face.
Alexis Caffrey: Now I do.
Mike Laszlo: Good. Now I have to take a shower so we can get the hell out of here.
Alexis Caffrey: Sounds like a plan.
I leaned over and kissed her one more time before heading for the showers as the scene fades.
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So if I heard right when I watched your little talk show, you can’t wait to kick me right in the face and shut me up for a whole five minutes.
Well…
And don’t let this come as a shock to you…
The feeling is only half mutual.
You see Spike, I too want to kick you in your face. I, unlike you however, don’t care if you shut up or not. I just want to beat you.
I’ve done many things in many federations throughout my career, but the one thing I’ve never done is had a match with the man that people in our industry call “THE” measuring stick. I’ve been in three organizations with you Spike, and each time you’ve played a part in my tenure. In one, you cost me a title. In NCW I drove your face into concrete when you tried to give me “advice”. Now here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation, I get my shot.
Now it’s not how I envisioned it. To be honest, I didn’t think I was going to get into a battle on the Twitter device. I was planning on walking up to your face and challenging you to a one-on-one match. However, because of Twitter and the social media craze that has swept the world, I thought, “What the hell?”
Then you backed down with your condescending comments, calling me a fan boy. Then, I finally got under the skin enough to where you accepted my challenge.
Insert your flamboyant, idiotic, infamously homo-erotic partner, no pun intended, into the mix.
Who am I kidding? Pun totally intended.
Rob saw a way to make this about him…go figure. Why wouldn’t a man who demands people to “Suck It” not want to make it all about him so he could continuously rant and rave about stupid crap that nobody cares about?
He jumped on and issued a Tag Match Challenge that I IMMEDIATELY accepted because I don’t back down from a fight no matter who the challenge is from. Then Rherring enters the fray though we have yet to hear from him since the opening of IWF and wants to be my partner. The match is booked and here we are.
Finally, the world will see Spike Kane and Mike Laszlo in the same ring. Finally the wrestling world will see if I even come close to the measuring stick that is Spike Kane.
Spike, I don’t care that you and Rob Diamond are the Tag Team known to the world as InFamous. I don’t care if you’ve held titles together, and I sure as hell don’t care what he’s done…ever. Make no mistake about it, the main focus for me in this match is you, and he for lack of a better term, like my own partner is nothing more than a side note.
This Monday on Sacrifice, I go into the unknown, with the unknown. I don’t know if I will measure up to the “Measuring Stick” in the eyes of the people, and quite frankly I don’t care what they think because what they think does not matter. I believe I can measure up. I believe I can beat you. That is all that matters. MY opinion is all that matters.
So Monday, John Rherring or no John Rherring, I will step between those ropes and I will take on InFamous, and by the end of the night they won’t be talking about John Rherring,
They won’t be talking about Rob Diamond,
They won’t be yelling “Suck It!”,
And they won’t be talking about Spike Kane.
The only name that will be infamous Monday Night is the name of the man who not only stole the show, but famously asked “What else you got?”…Mike Laszlo!
I’ll see you all Monday Night. Bring you’re “A”-Game, and for those of you too stupid to understand what that means, it means BRING YOUR BEST!
Unfortunately for you, it won’t be enough.
Do you Rob?
Do you think I’m here to listen to you tell the world to “Suck it!” like you’re a middle school kid from the late nineties?
Do you think that I care that you dropped your recorder from the Sears Tower?
Do you think I care about any damn thing you had to say?
If you thought any of that, then I hate to tell you my overly anxious, strangely excited opponent…you’re wrong.
HOWEVER…just because I didn’t care, doesn’t mean, and I don’t want you to think for one single, solitary second that I wasn’t listening. That said, you mentioned that this is a new place, and a new start for everyone involved here in the IWF. So by that logic, I can smack around a NOBODY like Rob Diamond. You’ve done nothing here, and therefore, really, it means nothing.
As far as I’m concerned Rob, as far as this match is concerned, you mean nothing. I haven’t been arguing with you on the Twitter device. I haven’t been sparking up the possibility of a match with you. You jumped in and because I am who I am, I’m not backing down.
You and my partner Mr. Rherring mean absolutely nothing to me.
You asked if I could trust him.
The answer is simple…no.
The reason that answer is simple Rob? Not because he was a bystander last week, but because there aren’t many people I trust in this industry, but the two I do are in this company, my girlfriend Alexis, and my trainee Ashley. Other than that, I don’t trust the lot of you as far as I can throw you.
That being said, the next time you throw your recorder off a tall skyscraper, do the world a favor and make sure to jump and try and catch up to it after and put us all out of the misery of EVVVVVER having to listen to your stupidity AGAIN!
You issued the challenge and unlike your buddy Spike, it didn’t take me a few verbal shots to accept, because unlike him…I have testicular fortitude. I wanted a match with a man that everybody says is perhaps the best wrestler to ever grace a ring, and now I’m stuck with only half of what I want because you wanted to ride his coattails.
So you do just that Rob.
You ride his coattails to Sacrifice this Monday, and when you let go just long enough to compete, know that my knee is waiting to smash in your face. That said…I’m done with you and from this point on have nothing else to say to you.
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Title: It's Not The End of The World
Location: Chicago, Illinois
Time: 10:50 PM Local Time
Ashley had just gotten her head kicked off and sub sequentially lost the match for our team in the main event for the first ever Monday Sacrifice. Alexis and I had draped each of her arms over our shoulders as we helped her to the back as she shook off the effects of that violent kick from Tifa Heafy. As we went through the curtain I could sense that Ashley was getting more to her senses and then out of nowhere she pulled away from both Alexis and me as we entered the hallway. The two of us stood there a little surprised as Ashley walked over to the catering table and took a bottle of water, taking a huge sip before hurling the bottle down the hall, hitting a random stagehand as she screamed a hellacious scream that echoed down the hallway. She then stormed off in the direction of our locker room. Alexis and I looked at one another a bit in shock before we headed down the hall at a quickened pace to try and catch the angry young lady.
Alexis Caffrey: It’s one match. What the hell is her problem?
Mike Laszlo: It’s more than that. She never won when she was in her previous organization and she thought this time would be different. This quick instance must have brought all of that back.
As we got up to our locker room, the door was closed, but inside we could hear the sounds of Ashley sobbing. Slowly, I opened the door and headed in, Alexis gently closing the door behind her. As we walked into the room, Ashley was face down in her hands distraught over the loss. I looked behind me for a moment to see if Alexis had any ideas, but she let me down and simply shrugged her shoulders. Rolling my eyes in dismay I slowly sat down on the bench next to her. As I went to put my arm around her to console her, she snapped her head back and started yelling.
Ashley Mastrangelo: WHY!? WHY ME!? WHY THE HELL DO I KEEP LOSING!?!? WHAT AM I DOING WRONG!?!?
Then she realized that both Alexis and I were in the room.
Ashley Mastrangelo: (Sobbing) Why can’t I win anywhere? This place is no different than stupid CWF. I’m no good there and I’m NO GOOD HERE!
I think she needed to let it all out before being consoled as she began crying again as she leaned into my shoulder. I consoled the young lady as best I could.
Mike Laszlo: It’s alright. So you lost your first match in IWF. There will be plenty more. I mean hell, officially, I lost my first match too. You don’t see me getting all upset.
Ashley Mastrangelo: (Her voice muffled by my shoulder.) YOU LOST BECAUSE OF ME!
Mike Laszlo: It’s really no big deal.
The sobbing continued, and quite frankly, the situation was getting a little out of control. After a few minutes of crying and sobbing and whimpering, I pulled Ashley off my shoulder and looked at the young lady before me. Her head was draped down, and there wasn’t a collected bone in her body. I took this time to do the duty of what the title of the match called me…be a mentor.
Mike Laszlo: Look at me.
At first she refused, but after some more encouragement, she finally came around and looked up at me, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What?
Mike Laszlo: Relax and take a deep breath.
She did as instructed and continued to look on.
Mike Laszlo: Not everyone can win their first match. I’m sure some of the all-time greats lost. I hate to do this because it is so cliché, but, it’s not if you win or lose, it’s how you play the game.
I could tell she was a little annoyed at that remark. She’s like me in many ways. I want to punch the people who tell me that straight in their throat and piledrive them where they stand. She needed to hear this though, even though she clearly didn’t like that as was evident by her glare.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What am I twelve?
Mike Laszlo: Not unless you’re dyslexic and this is a couple months ago.
This perked her up a little bit as the tears had stopped flowing and I got a bit of a smirk to peek through her sorrow.
Mike Laszlo: Listen, I know you’re like me and I’m not going to preach that crap to you. In this instance though, that statement is true. It’s not about winning at Sacrifice. Would it have been nice? Sure. A loss though is that much better.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What do you mean?
Mike Laszlo: Now a true lesson begins. Anyone can handle success. Trust me, I’ve had it, it’s a piece of cake. The real challenge comes after a loss. How will you respond? How will you use it to help yourself get better? That’s what keeps you relevant in this business. Make sense?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah. I mean, I know that it’s not the end of the world. It’s…it’s just frustrating. Here I was losing all the time in CWF, and now my first match here, and it’s another frickin’ loss.
Mike Laszlo: Yes, but this time you’re ready for it. It’s adaptation. You’re my example to Miss IWannaJumpInTheRing over here.
Alexis cocks an eyebrow.
Alexis Caffrey: And what does that mean?
Mike Laszlo: (With a smile on my face, I peer over my shoulder at my glaring girlfriend, and explain myself.) It means, that no matter how much you ask me, you’re only getting into that ring in an official capacity when I say you’re ready.
She scoffed at me before turning and heading to her seat where she started rifling through her bag for something to read. Turning my attention back to Ashley, I was glad to see that she was now clear thinking, cool, calm, and finally…collected.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So you’re saying I need to adapt, and use this defeat to get better whenever they decide to book me next?
Mike Laszlo: That’s right. See what you did right and keep doing it. See what you did wrong, or what you think you can do better and work on it. Knowing you the way I do, you’ll have it down in no time.
She was relieved. I was relieved…that the screaming had finally stopped. Hell one more ear piercing outlet of frustration and I was going to need an entire bottle of aspirin. As I stood up from the bench, I headed toward the couch where Alexis was sitting, clearly ignoring me, when Ashley stood up and grabbed my shoulder turning me toward her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You know, you’re pretty good at that.
Mike Laszlo: At what?
Ashley Mastrangelo: The motivational speech thing.
Mike Laszlo: That’s not really what that was. I don’t do pep talks.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Then what was it?
Mike Laszlo: The truth.
She smiled before pushing herself upward, giving me a peck on the cheek before turning to start packing. I could tell there was that bounce in her step if you know what I mean. Now it was time to confront the other woman in the room. As I walk over to the couch, I reach over and start to massage her shoulders, only to have her turn away from me. Leaning forward I whispered in her ear.
Mike Laszlo: I love you.
She continued to ignore me. Grabbing hold of the couch, I jump over the back into a seated position next to my stubborn young girlfriend and poke her with my finger in her ribs causing her to twitch. She is after all, extremely ticklish. I did it again and she tried her hardest to move in a position where it couldn’t happen again but it was to no avail as I kept doing it until she really started to squirm and eventually burst out into laughter.
Alexis Caffrey: Oh God…stop…please…stop. (Laughing hysterically.) Pleeeeeeeease stop.
Now with her pinned on the couch under me, I stop tickling her and hold her arms up by her head before leaning in for what turned out to be quite the passionate kiss.
Mike Laszlo: Do you forgive me?
Alexis Caffrey: No.
I leaned again and with the same passion, we locked lips. This one lasted a little bit longer and as I pulled away a smile came over her face.
Alexis Caffrey: Now I do.
Mike Laszlo: Good. Now I have to take a shower so we can get the hell out of here.
Alexis Caffrey: Sounds like a plan.
I leaned over and kissed her one more time before heading for the showers as the scene fades.
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So if I heard right when I watched your little talk show, you can’t wait to kick me right in the face and shut me up for a whole five minutes.
Well…
And don’t let this come as a shock to you…
The feeling is only half mutual.
You see Spike, I too want to kick you in your face. I, unlike you however, don’t care if you shut up or not. I just want to beat you.
I’ve done many things in many federations throughout my career, but the one thing I’ve never done is had a match with the man that people in our industry call “THE” measuring stick. I’ve been in three organizations with you Spike, and each time you’ve played a part in my tenure. In one, you cost me a title. In NCW I drove your face into concrete when you tried to give me “advice”. Now here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation, I get my shot.
Now it’s not how I envisioned it. To be honest, I didn’t think I was going to get into a battle on the Twitter device. I was planning on walking up to your face and challenging you to a one-on-one match. However, because of Twitter and the social media craze that has swept the world, I thought, “What the hell?”
Then you backed down with your condescending comments, calling me a fan boy. Then, I finally got under the skin enough to where you accepted my challenge.
Insert your flamboyant, idiotic, infamously homo-erotic partner, no pun intended, into the mix.
Who am I kidding? Pun totally intended.
Rob saw a way to make this about him…go figure. Why wouldn’t a man who demands people to “Suck It” not want to make it all about him so he could continuously rant and rave about stupid crap that nobody cares about?
He jumped on and issued a Tag Match Challenge that I IMMEDIATELY accepted because I don’t back down from a fight no matter who the challenge is from. Then Rherring enters the fray though we have yet to hear from him since the opening of IWF and wants to be my partner. The match is booked and here we are.
Finally, the world will see Spike Kane and Mike Laszlo in the same ring. Finally the wrestling world will see if I even come close to the measuring stick that is Spike Kane.
Spike, I don’t care that you and Rob Diamond are the Tag Team known to the world as InFamous. I don’t care if you’ve held titles together, and I sure as hell don’t care what he’s done…ever. Make no mistake about it, the main focus for me in this match is you, and he for lack of a better term, like my own partner is nothing more than a side note.
This Monday on Sacrifice, I go into the unknown, with the unknown. I don’t know if I will measure up to the “Measuring Stick” in the eyes of the people, and quite frankly I don’t care what they think because what they think does not matter. I believe I can measure up. I believe I can beat you. That is all that matters. MY opinion is all that matters.
So Monday, John Rherring or no John Rherring, I will step between those ropes and I will take on InFamous, and by the end of the night they won’t be talking about John Rherring,
They won’t be talking about Rob Diamond,
They won’t be yelling “Suck It!”,
And they won’t be talking about Spike Kane.
The only name that will be infamous Monday Night is the name of the man who not only stole the show, but famously asked “What else you got?”…Mike Laszlo!
I’ll see you all Monday Night. Bring you’re “A”-Game, and for those of you too stupid to understand what that means, it means BRING YOUR BEST!
Unfortunately for you, it won’t be enough.
Well howdy there pardner.