Post by Mike Laszlo on Mar 22, 2014 3:47:32 GMT
So, enough about my opportunity, at least right now, since I have a couple of them as I told you the last time you decided to listen to the words coming out of my mouth, rather than being a complete and utter asshole, and just waiting for the words to stop. After all, I got my opportunity with a few choice words, a big healthy dose of the truth, and a Commissioner who works for intelligent people who actually give a damn about their product rather than a bunch of sniveling whiny bitches, drunk with power.
Now, obviously, not everybody in the Imperial Wrestling Federation has what it takes to first off concoct those choice words into a formal sentence, let alone use them wisely to garner the attention needed to make such a bold statement. Then there’s that whole truth thing that absolutely nobody here is capable of other than myself because the majority of you are backstabbing, cynical, pathological liars who in the end are only out for your own good rather than the good of this company, or this business as a whole.
So what’s your only way in?
That’s right you smart, smart, okay fine, I can’t say it with a straight face…no good lying bastards…The Roulette Match.
This is your chance to get in the position in which I will find myself at High Stakes. This is a chance for a known name to get back in the fray after one of the aforementioned whiny bitches stripped him of his rematch. Who knows, with one of these mystery entrants, it could be a chance for some passed has been to reclaim some of the glory he lost eons ago, but haven’t we had enough of that already? I know I have.
Then there are people who were injured. There’s people who Spike Kane and the, at that time, Mighty Empire took out without a blink of an eye. Anyone think that Spike Kane has a shot at winning this whole thing? Hell, he has so many people gunning for him; it would be an all-out miracle if he even makes it to the ring.
Say what you will about the man’s talents and I’ll be the first to tell you that all though he’s an arrogant prick, he’s still pretty damn good in that ring; the fact is, especially in a match like this, it’s all about the numbers game. It’s a game he once ran very well, now the tables are turned.
Then there’s the so-called “mid-card” or “curtain jerkers” of the federation. I have nothing against you but it seems that booking does. Whether you’re Joe Everyman back in the day or a rookie who just entered the fray, this is your shot to prove that you are so much more than that which people think of when your name is mentioned. This is your chance to climb out of that purgatory and shine brighter than you’ve ever shined before.
The pressure is daunting. The motivation needs to be taken to a whole new level. It needs to be accelerated more than you thought was ever possible to go out to that ring on a night in and night out basis and perform to your absolute limit. I know, I was there for a while. I couldn’t stand it because second rate is not something I can stand to be. I’m what some would call a perfectionist both inside the ring and out, and to be that, I can’t and won’t settle for second best. Not now, not ever.
So do you have what it takes to make it all the way to the tip top of the mountain?
I’m sure you think you do. Right this very second, as you hear my words, you’re nodding your head and paraphrasing Barack Obama’s movement, suiting it to yourself, and hell, you might be screaming out loud just to convince yourself…
“YES I CAN!”
You believe in yourself, and you should to the n-th degree. You should believe in yourself even when others don’t. Anyone who tells you…
“No, you can’t.”
You look them square in their beady little eyes, you flip them the bird and you make them eat those spiteful words.
Make me eat my words.
Here I am in front of the world, telling you all, that if I for some reason do not win the Imperial Title at High Stakes, I will win the Roulette. I’m telling you here and now, “No…you can’t.” I’m telling you that if my music hits and I have to walk down that aisle and enter that ring with twenty-nine other people, that you won’t overcome the odds. The pressure WILL be too much. And in the end…
you…WILL…FAIL!!!
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Title: Going, Going, GONE!
Location: Dr. Goldman’s Office, Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 12:42 PM Local Time
Alexis Caffrey: W-wh-where do we begin?
Her words sent a sense of accomplishment through Dr. Goldman as he sat there with a smile on his face. There was no mischief behind it, no malice, it genuinely seemed like he cared. Did he? Who knows. Maybe all the psychobabble he went through in college allowed him to play those sorts of tricks on the mind. I looked on as she was ready to confess about her life. She took a deep breath as he described what he wanted to hear about.
Dr. Goldman: Alright Alexis, let’s start with your childhood. Mike says it wasn’t the best of situations. Let’s go on with that.
There was a nervous energy in the room and it was exasperated by the shakiness in her voice. She discussed her childhood at length, even some things that I myself have only heard once or twice, and I found out at the same time you all did during her time here in the IWF. Being as how I’ve heard the stories, I was more focused on the actions as she told them.
As she got deeper into the stories of her and her mother leaving her dad, and the one about the hotel manager banging on the door, nearly scaring little Alexis half to death, she started to lean forward, the shakiness gone from her voice. This was her story and she knew how to tell it.
As she articulated her words, I could sense a bit more confidence being gained. I then turned to the doctor who had his eyes focused solely on her, blinking only a couple of times between her words. He nodded a couple times and jotted down some notes as she finished up. After digesting the information he sat there in silence for a moment and I can’t lie, I was getting anxious just sitting there, waiting for him to say something, anything.
Dr. Goldman: So hearing this from your perspective and listening to what Mike told me about the recent events, your fear is completely understandable.
I looked at him peculiarly as she tilted her head a bit to the side.
Dr. Goldman: It seems that the first event is when your mother and you left your father. There’s a separation there that caused a lack of dependency in you. Average every day independency isn’t a bad thing, it’s a trait that many people in today’s society have. However, there’s some things that you need to express. There’s incidents in life that you simply can’t deal with on your own because it would drive you into a catatonic state.
She straightened her look, and her head tilt. I could tell there was interest there as she wasn’t one to be told how she felt.
Alexis Caffrey: You mean like this…
She closed her eyes for a moment to refocus. She did it every time she even mentioned the abduction as it still stings, hurts even.
Alexis Caffrey: Abduction?
He nodded but went on for more.
Dr. Goldman: It goes even farther than that. The instances in your life have a common theme, and a similar ending until now. Each and every bit of trauma, due to the lack of parental guidance, and a lack of parental confiding, has driven you toward that cataclysm of having to be sole-dependent. There was nobody there for you when you needed it most, and that’s why the current incident is so hard for you to deal with. You have people now, and you don’t know how to react to that, you might not be capable of reacting to that in a manner in which others would consider normal. I’ll know more after you tell me about this abduction.
She shuttered again and shook her head as she sat back against the back of the couch.
Alexis Caffrey: I…I don’t know if I’m ready to talk about it doctor.
Dr. Goldman: Just start slowly. Close your eyes and focus solely on the event. Just relax.
She does as told and soon starts spitting out the details one after another from her perspective.
Alexis Caffrey: I was sitting in the locker room, reading a comic. I put it back in the bag as Mike was taking a shower and I started to pack the rest of our stuff as we were getting ready to leave. All of a sudden I heard a click at the door so I went to check it out. I opened the door, stepped out, looked side to side and saw nothing so I turned to go back inside. I took a few steps in and felt a jerk around my face and I tried to scream and kick but I was dragged out by two people in a mask, one holding my legs, the other with a cloth over my face that smelled really bad. I blacked out and by the time I came to I was sitting in a chair.
Dr. Goldman: That’s right, keep it going.
Alexis Caffrey: I started to come through and that’s when it started.
With the last few words, the tremble returned to her voice.
Alexis Caffrey: I can’t.
Dr. Goldman: Yes you can.
She squinted and the tears started to come from her eyes and flow straight down her cheek.
Dr. Goldman: You’re okay Alexis. They can’t hurt you anymore.
Alexis Caffrey: No. I won’t go back.
Mike Laszlo: Doc, maybe we should…
Dr. Goldman: SHHH!
I was taken aback by his “shh” but turned to Alexis who was gripping the end of the couch as she leaned forward, shaking her head, tears now streaming.
Dr. Goldman: Come on Alexis, let it out.
Alexis Caffrey: No…No…NO!
She jumps up out of the chair and runs off down the hall.
Mike Laszlo: ALEXIS!
I jump off the couch and run after her, being stalled by some random employees in the hall who wouldn’t move. I lost sight of her as she turned the corner and headed out to the streets. I bolted for the door and nearly killed an elderly lady in front of the building as I looked from side to side. I didn’t see her as the doctor came out behind me. I threw my hands up on my head, stressed out beyond possibility, or so I thought. I turned and lashed out at the “doctor”.
Mike Laszlo: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?
Dr. Goldman: I…I thought…
I was so angry that I could feel my face burning with hate. She was missing and I had to go find her. She had more street smarts than I could even dream of, and if she didn’t want to be found, she couldn’t be.
Mike Laszlo: Son of a bitch!
I got in the car as the doctor tried to reason with me. I didn’t want to hear any of it. I didn’t acknowledge him and shifted the car into gear. I started the search around the area as the scene fades.
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Do you see what it is I mean when I say a rollercoaster both professionally and personally?
Do you see what I mean when I say I’m under all kinds of stress?
DO YOU!?
I have the biggest match, or matches of my IWF career about to take place, my girlfriend is a freaking mess right now, and now…NOW SHE’S LOOSE ON THE STREETS ALL ALONE!
Do you think I have time to think about the stupidity that the rest of the field has spewed upon the unsuspecting public? Do you think I want to be here right now talking in front of this camera while my girlfriend walks around the streets of Cleveland, terrified because some quack fucking doctor thinks he has some semblance of a clue?
Stupid son of a bitch.
I knew this wasn’t a good idea. Why did I go through with it? Why the hell would I push this upon her so soon? I knew she was going to get asked questions like this. I knew that there was going to be a period of “remembrance” that would probably be too hard for her to overcome this soon. Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY!?
Here I go again, thinking I can fix everything with a snap of my fingers. What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe it’s me who is damaged? Maybe…
Maybe…
GOD DAMN IT!
Do you ever have that moment where you just want to sit here, look into this stupid fucking camera and scream because you’re sick of seeing it there every single damn day? Do you just want to reach forward and throw it down on the ground because you’re sick of the mere thought of having to talk to the public when you really have nothing you want them to hear?
Do you know the angry feeling that I have built up inside me right here and now?
I’ve searched for a few hours now and there’s no sign of my girlfriend, and the fact that I have to be here in front of all of you is quite frankly pissing me off. How much more do you really want me to say?
I could go the easy route and tell you that you all suck. I can tell you that I’m better than each and every single one of you. I could, but I won’t because I’m a bit more creative than that. What I will tell you is what I’ve told you all along as it pertains to this thirty-man over the top rope battle royal, if I’m in it I will be pissed off.
Everyone who has ever watched me, knows that when I’m pissed off, bad things happen. When I’m in that state of mind there is no reasoning with the beast that lies within. So I might as well tell you all this now while I’m in some semblance of a normal frame of mind.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that if I have to get into that Roulette Match that I have to do whatever is necessary to win. I apologize for taking each and every one of your dreams and crushing them into several scattered, dirty pieces. Afterward I may feel bad for causing you such sorrow, but that’s in the end. While I’m doing it in that ring, as I throw the rest of you over the top rope one by one, there will be no remorse. As I hurl your beaten and bruised bodies over that top rope, I just won’t care. It isn’t personal, it’s just business…and that’s the cold hard truth.
Now, obviously, not everybody in the Imperial Wrestling Federation has what it takes to first off concoct those choice words into a formal sentence, let alone use them wisely to garner the attention needed to make such a bold statement. Then there’s that whole truth thing that absolutely nobody here is capable of other than myself because the majority of you are backstabbing, cynical, pathological liars who in the end are only out for your own good rather than the good of this company, or this business as a whole.
So what’s your only way in?
That’s right you smart, smart, okay fine, I can’t say it with a straight face…no good lying bastards…The Roulette Match.
This is your chance to get in the position in which I will find myself at High Stakes. This is a chance for a known name to get back in the fray after one of the aforementioned whiny bitches stripped him of his rematch. Who knows, with one of these mystery entrants, it could be a chance for some passed has been to reclaim some of the glory he lost eons ago, but haven’t we had enough of that already? I know I have.
Then there are people who were injured. There’s people who Spike Kane and the, at that time, Mighty Empire took out without a blink of an eye. Anyone think that Spike Kane has a shot at winning this whole thing? Hell, he has so many people gunning for him; it would be an all-out miracle if he even makes it to the ring.
Say what you will about the man’s talents and I’ll be the first to tell you that all though he’s an arrogant prick, he’s still pretty damn good in that ring; the fact is, especially in a match like this, it’s all about the numbers game. It’s a game he once ran very well, now the tables are turned.
Then there’s the so-called “mid-card” or “curtain jerkers” of the federation. I have nothing against you but it seems that booking does. Whether you’re Joe Everyman back in the day or a rookie who just entered the fray, this is your shot to prove that you are so much more than that which people think of when your name is mentioned. This is your chance to climb out of that purgatory and shine brighter than you’ve ever shined before.
The pressure is daunting. The motivation needs to be taken to a whole new level. It needs to be accelerated more than you thought was ever possible to go out to that ring on a night in and night out basis and perform to your absolute limit. I know, I was there for a while. I couldn’t stand it because second rate is not something I can stand to be. I’m what some would call a perfectionist both inside the ring and out, and to be that, I can’t and won’t settle for second best. Not now, not ever.
So do you have what it takes to make it all the way to the tip top of the mountain?
I’m sure you think you do. Right this very second, as you hear my words, you’re nodding your head and paraphrasing Barack Obama’s movement, suiting it to yourself, and hell, you might be screaming out loud just to convince yourself…
“YES I CAN!”
You believe in yourself, and you should to the n-th degree. You should believe in yourself even when others don’t. Anyone who tells you…
“No, you can’t.”
You look them square in their beady little eyes, you flip them the bird and you make them eat those spiteful words.
Make me eat my words.
Here I am in front of the world, telling you all, that if I for some reason do not win the Imperial Title at High Stakes, I will win the Roulette. I’m telling you here and now, “No…you can’t.” I’m telling you that if my music hits and I have to walk down that aisle and enter that ring with twenty-nine other people, that you won’t overcome the odds. The pressure WILL be too much. And in the end…
you…WILL…FAIL!!!
====================
Title: Going, Going, GONE!
Location: Dr. Goldman’s Office, Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 12:42 PM Local Time
Alexis Caffrey: W-wh-where do we begin?
Her words sent a sense of accomplishment through Dr. Goldman as he sat there with a smile on his face. There was no mischief behind it, no malice, it genuinely seemed like he cared. Did he? Who knows. Maybe all the psychobabble he went through in college allowed him to play those sorts of tricks on the mind. I looked on as she was ready to confess about her life. She took a deep breath as he described what he wanted to hear about.
Dr. Goldman: Alright Alexis, let’s start with your childhood. Mike says it wasn’t the best of situations. Let’s go on with that.
There was a nervous energy in the room and it was exasperated by the shakiness in her voice. She discussed her childhood at length, even some things that I myself have only heard once or twice, and I found out at the same time you all did during her time here in the IWF. Being as how I’ve heard the stories, I was more focused on the actions as she told them.
As she got deeper into the stories of her and her mother leaving her dad, and the one about the hotel manager banging on the door, nearly scaring little Alexis half to death, she started to lean forward, the shakiness gone from her voice. This was her story and she knew how to tell it.
As she articulated her words, I could sense a bit more confidence being gained. I then turned to the doctor who had his eyes focused solely on her, blinking only a couple of times between her words. He nodded a couple times and jotted down some notes as she finished up. After digesting the information he sat there in silence for a moment and I can’t lie, I was getting anxious just sitting there, waiting for him to say something, anything.
Dr. Goldman: So hearing this from your perspective and listening to what Mike told me about the recent events, your fear is completely understandable.
I looked at him peculiarly as she tilted her head a bit to the side.
Dr. Goldman: It seems that the first event is when your mother and you left your father. There’s a separation there that caused a lack of dependency in you. Average every day independency isn’t a bad thing, it’s a trait that many people in today’s society have. However, there’s some things that you need to express. There’s incidents in life that you simply can’t deal with on your own because it would drive you into a catatonic state.
She straightened her look, and her head tilt. I could tell there was interest there as she wasn’t one to be told how she felt.
Alexis Caffrey: You mean like this…
She closed her eyes for a moment to refocus. She did it every time she even mentioned the abduction as it still stings, hurts even.
Alexis Caffrey: Abduction?
He nodded but went on for more.
Dr. Goldman: It goes even farther than that. The instances in your life have a common theme, and a similar ending until now. Each and every bit of trauma, due to the lack of parental guidance, and a lack of parental confiding, has driven you toward that cataclysm of having to be sole-dependent. There was nobody there for you when you needed it most, and that’s why the current incident is so hard for you to deal with. You have people now, and you don’t know how to react to that, you might not be capable of reacting to that in a manner in which others would consider normal. I’ll know more after you tell me about this abduction.
She shuttered again and shook her head as she sat back against the back of the couch.
Alexis Caffrey: I…I don’t know if I’m ready to talk about it doctor.
Dr. Goldman: Just start slowly. Close your eyes and focus solely on the event. Just relax.
She does as told and soon starts spitting out the details one after another from her perspective.
Alexis Caffrey: I was sitting in the locker room, reading a comic. I put it back in the bag as Mike was taking a shower and I started to pack the rest of our stuff as we were getting ready to leave. All of a sudden I heard a click at the door so I went to check it out. I opened the door, stepped out, looked side to side and saw nothing so I turned to go back inside. I took a few steps in and felt a jerk around my face and I tried to scream and kick but I was dragged out by two people in a mask, one holding my legs, the other with a cloth over my face that smelled really bad. I blacked out and by the time I came to I was sitting in a chair.
Dr. Goldman: That’s right, keep it going.
Alexis Caffrey: I started to come through and that’s when it started.
With the last few words, the tremble returned to her voice.
Alexis Caffrey: I can’t.
Dr. Goldman: Yes you can.
She squinted and the tears started to come from her eyes and flow straight down her cheek.
Dr. Goldman: You’re okay Alexis. They can’t hurt you anymore.
Alexis Caffrey: No. I won’t go back.
Mike Laszlo: Doc, maybe we should…
Dr. Goldman: SHHH!
I was taken aback by his “shh” but turned to Alexis who was gripping the end of the couch as she leaned forward, shaking her head, tears now streaming.
Dr. Goldman: Come on Alexis, let it out.
Alexis Caffrey: No…No…NO!
She jumps up out of the chair and runs off down the hall.
Mike Laszlo: ALEXIS!
I jump off the couch and run after her, being stalled by some random employees in the hall who wouldn’t move. I lost sight of her as she turned the corner and headed out to the streets. I bolted for the door and nearly killed an elderly lady in front of the building as I looked from side to side. I didn’t see her as the doctor came out behind me. I threw my hands up on my head, stressed out beyond possibility, or so I thought. I turned and lashed out at the “doctor”.
Mike Laszlo: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?
Dr. Goldman: I…I thought…
I was so angry that I could feel my face burning with hate. She was missing and I had to go find her. She had more street smarts than I could even dream of, and if she didn’t want to be found, she couldn’t be.
Mike Laszlo: Son of a bitch!
I got in the car as the doctor tried to reason with me. I didn’t want to hear any of it. I didn’t acknowledge him and shifted the car into gear. I started the search around the area as the scene fades.
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Do you see what it is I mean when I say a rollercoaster both professionally and personally?
Do you see what I mean when I say I’m under all kinds of stress?
DO YOU!?
I have the biggest match, or matches of my IWF career about to take place, my girlfriend is a freaking mess right now, and now…NOW SHE’S LOOSE ON THE STREETS ALL ALONE!
Do you think I have time to think about the stupidity that the rest of the field has spewed upon the unsuspecting public? Do you think I want to be here right now talking in front of this camera while my girlfriend walks around the streets of Cleveland, terrified because some quack fucking doctor thinks he has some semblance of a clue?
Stupid son of a bitch.
I knew this wasn’t a good idea. Why did I go through with it? Why the hell would I push this upon her so soon? I knew she was going to get asked questions like this. I knew that there was going to be a period of “remembrance” that would probably be too hard for her to overcome this soon. Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY!?
Here I go again, thinking I can fix everything with a snap of my fingers. What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe it’s me who is damaged? Maybe…
Maybe…
GOD DAMN IT!
Do you ever have that moment where you just want to sit here, look into this stupid fucking camera and scream because you’re sick of seeing it there every single damn day? Do you just want to reach forward and throw it down on the ground because you’re sick of the mere thought of having to talk to the public when you really have nothing you want them to hear?
Do you know the angry feeling that I have built up inside me right here and now?
I’ve searched for a few hours now and there’s no sign of my girlfriend, and the fact that I have to be here in front of all of you is quite frankly pissing me off. How much more do you really want me to say?
I could go the easy route and tell you that you all suck. I can tell you that I’m better than each and every single one of you. I could, but I won’t because I’m a bit more creative than that. What I will tell you is what I’ve told you all along as it pertains to this thirty-man over the top rope battle royal, if I’m in it I will be pissed off.
Everyone who has ever watched me, knows that when I’m pissed off, bad things happen. When I’m in that state of mind there is no reasoning with the beast that lies within. So I might as well tell you all this now while I’m in some semblance of a normal frame of mind.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that if I have to get into that Roulette Match that I have to do whatever is necessary to win. I apologize for taking each and every one of your dreams and crushing them into several scattered, dirty pieces. Afterward I may feel bad for causing you such sorrow, but that’s in the end. While I’m doing it in that ring, as I throw the rest of you over the top rope one by one, there will be no remorse. As I hurl your beaten and bruised bodies over that top rope, I just won’t care. It isn’t personal, it’s just business…and that’s the cold hard truth.
Well howdy there pardner.