Post by Mike Laszlo on Jun 9, 2013 15:14:03 GMT
Xavier Cross…
Now there’s a guy who can bring it unlike my silent partner in a mask last week.
Speaking of last week…
Is Spike Kane running his mouth in a sad attempt to convince the public that he shut me up? Here I am dude, still talking.
You see my disturbed ignoramus; you’ve done no such thing. As a matter of fact, you haven’t even come within a fraction of doing so. Hell, you haven’t even made me reconsider a word in which I’ve said.
Yes, you and Rob Diamond, collectively known as InFamous won the match Monday. Congratulations.
Yes, you kicked me in the face just like you proclaimed you would. Congratulations.
That however is as far as you got in your endeavors. You see Spike, last week, on Sacrifice, I did just that, I sacrificed John Rherring. He might be new to this game but I assure you that I am not. Your team may have won the match Spike, but you didn’t beat me. Hell if you want to be technical, I have yet to be pinned or made submit.
You pinned the inferior member of my team last week because you know, as does the rest of the world once they saw us step in the ring together, that you couldn’t pin the superior member.
You told me last week not to be hypocritical, so here it is. You said that all I had to do was ask for a one-on-one match, well, consider yourself asked. The two of us may be busy in the coming weeks, but keep it in mind. There will be a night where we have nothing better to do than punch each other in the face, and that’s exactly what I want. You and me, mono-y-mono. No Rob Diamond to save you when you’re locked in the Heavenly Intervention or one of the many other submission moves that I possess in my repertoire. No masked moron to attempt and imitate me as a way to get on my good side, only to lose the match for me. Just you and me. If I lose, no excuses, and if you lose, I expect the same. I look forward to your response…AFTER I become The FIRST EVER Heavyweight Champion at Bloody Assizes.
Speaking of the Heavyweights Division, that brings me to the task at hand. A Heavyweight showcase Tag Team Match. I team with Xavier Cross against the team of Andrew Jacobsen and Mr. “UMADBRO?” himself, Seth Evans. Of the two, I won’t lie; I’m looking a tad bit more forward at getting in the ring with Mr. Evans.
Me and Andy, we’ve had our times in this ring, and I’ve ranted on him several times before. I’ve kicked his ass, he’s kicked mine, and it’s just one big ass kicking party, and then enters Seth Evans.
The answer to the “UMADBRO?” question is a resounding YES!
Yes I’m mad. You’re the guy who stopped me from NCW glory. You were the roadblock that held on just long enough for that prick Alex Jones to steal what was rightfully mine. That though isn’t here nor there now is it?
After all Seth, this isn’t NCW. This is the IWF. This is a new company using the same faces in an attempt to create a bigger, better brand. This is what was called a new beginning. For two weeks now I’ve been looking for that elusive first victory in this new environment, and for two weeks I’ve been denied the opportunity to have my hand raised. This week ends that streak.
Spike was right when he was predicting this weeks’ show on his little segment. He said I needed this win Monday, and he was right. I don’t only need this win, I WANT this win. We all know what happens when I of all people want something.
WANT…TAKE…HAVE!
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Title: Why Not Me?
Location: Chicago, Illinois Hotel
Time: 12:56 PM Local Time
It really was a nice quiet afternoon. No media appearances. No autograph signings. Nothing but me and my girlfriend getting ready for a short road trip to the next venue, twenty-five miles away. All was quiet as we simply went about our business packing as much as we could into one bag before moving on to the next. I had one big bag, a smaller duffle bag and my gym bag with my wrestling gear. Alexis? She had about five different bags. For what, who knows. She had each one expertly packed though and as she finished the last one, she simply lifted it off the bed and dropped it on the floor by the door.
Alexis Caffrey: Done.
A smile appeared on my face as I just loved her perky little attitude. It complimented her physical attributes well. Looking down at her five bags and then back at her I shook my head causing her to look on a bit puzzled.
Alexis Caffrey: What?
Mike Laszlo: Well I couldn’t help but see Mount Alexis’ Luggage. I was wondering…who’s going to carry all of that?
She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side with a smile.
Alexis Caffrey: Fine. I’ll just have the bellhop do it.
Mike Laszlo: That’s cruel and unusual punishment. Better hope he’s a wide, muscular man to be able to carry all that on his shoulders.
She giggled a little as I smiled, dropping my last bag on the floor across the entryway. I got close to her and lifted her into the air.
Mike Laszlo: I’ll carry this piece.
She giggled again as I always did my best to make her happy. After all, it’s what a good boyfriend does. As I came in for a kiss, the phone started to ring. Alexis and I came apart and I smiled causing her to wonder. Before she could say anything though, I turned, with her in my arms, and headed for the bed. I set her down gently where she did nothing but look up at me and smile as I then reached in my pocket, pulling out the cellular device.
Mike Laszlo: Hello?
My ears were nearly blown off by the loud, excited screaming of Ashley.
Ashley Mastrangelo: HEY! IT’S ME! GUESS WHAT!?!?
I already knew what this was about. I had seen the card earlier in the week, and I think through her excitement she didn’t realize that it was me who e-mailed her the card. So to be as sarcastic as I could be, I decided to carry it on.
Mike Laszlo: You won the lottery?
Her excitement was dulled for a moment as I totally caught her off guard.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Huh? What? No. I don’t gamble silly. I’M ON THE CARD FOR SACRIFICE!
I let a moment of silence go as I wanted her to soak up her glory. Then I got to mess with her again.
Mike Laszlo: Uhhhh, yeah. Did you think you were only going to have one match and that’s it?
Ashley Mastrangelo: No. But… You’re totally ruining this moment for me.
Alright, I guess the time for fun and games is over. I couldn’t help it though.
Mike Laszlo: Sorry. I’m happy for you. Really, I am. Who’s your opponent?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Tifa again.
Mike Laszlo: Well here’s your shot.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I know. I did everything you told me, and I can’t wait to prove to you that I’m better than two weeks ago.
Mike Laszlo: You’re not proving anything to me Ash. I know how good you can be. You’re proving it to the world.
Ashley Mastrangelo: There you go again.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nothing.
Mike Laszlo: You’re a goof. Anyway, I gotta finish packing. I’ll see you downstairs in about an hour to leave.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Alright, see you then.
Mike Laszlo: Bye.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Bye.
Hanging up the phone I look down at Alexis on the bed who looks perplexed as she twiddles her thumbs around one another. I could tell she was concerned about something…but what?
Mike Laszlo: What is it babe?
Alexis Caffrey: Oh nothing. Ashley sounded excited.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, she’s on the card this week. I don’t know if she thought week one was a tryout or what.
I could see she was getting more disinterested with each word spoken. I sat at the end of the bed and let out a deep sigh, as I had a good idea where this was headed.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, come here. What’s wrong?
Alexis Caffrey: I told you, nothing.
Mike Laszlo: Well your face tells a completely different story. Spill.
From over my shoulder I could hear her take a deep breath before sitting up and scooting toward the end of the bed next to me. As she does so she leans her head on my shoulder in the innocent fashion that only she could pull off.
Alexis Caffrey: Do you promise not to get mad?
Mike Laszlo: Yes, I promise. I think I know where this is going. Go on.
She pulls her head off my shoulder and resumes a normal seated posture, looking at me the entire time.
Alexis Caffrey: When I first joined you, I wanted to be your assistant. It was my way in. I thought, who better to be around than one of the best professional wrestlers on the planet?
Mike Laszlo: Understandable.
Alexis Caffrey: Then I told you I wanted to be more than just a secretary or PR person.
Mike Laszlo: Nodding. You did. I told you that it would happen.
Alexis Caffrey: That’s just it. It hasn’t.
Mike Laszlo: Oh, but it has and you didn’t even notice.
Alexis Caffrey: Huh?
Mike Laszlo: You think I bring you out there with me just to look adorable?
Alexis Caffrey: I do, do that well.
Mike Laszlo: Yes…yes you do. That’s not the only reason though. I take you out there so you can see for yourself firsthand what it is like out there. I take you out to see that it’s not all glitz and glamor. I take you out there to get the mental aspect of it. I did the same with Ashley when she started.
Alexis Caffrey: She’s twenty-one and has already had eight matches professionally. I’m the same age as you. I gotta get the ball rolling.
Mike Laszlo: She’s been at this for two years. You’ve only been here for six months or so.
Alexis Caffrey: Fast track me. I’m a quick learner and you know that.
Taking a deep breath, I look right into her beautiful brown eyes that stare back into my own eyes. I then glance down at the floor in a train of thought before looking back up at her and nodding.
Mike Laszlo: Fine.
Alexis Caffrey: REALLY!?
Mike Laszlo: Yes. As soon as we get home, I’ll start to train you.
Alexis Caffrey: OHHHHH THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
With each “THANK YOU!” came a kiss. I won’t complain, I liked it. The two of us got up and headed for the door as it was about that time again. Time to head out on the road, the routine we had become accustom to over the years as professional wrestlers.
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Andrew, as I stated before, you and I have been up and down the road. We’ve been partners, and we’ve been enemies. I even went as far as to call you a worthless champion, not to be confused with un-worthy. You owe me an ass-kicking. Funny you say that, because I feel the exact opposite. I don’t owe you a damn thing.
I don’t owe ANYONE a damn thing.
You can walk into this match and claim that you respect my talents, my ability, and my fire, but that you’re better, but we all know the truth Andy. The truth has not only been told, but it has been witnessed. It’s not you who is the better man, it is I. I’ve shown the world many, many times, and this Monday, partners or not, it will be shown again. I am better than you, not the other way around, and as soon as you let that sink into your brain, as soon as you let that become a reality to yourself, you’ll have your receipt.
When you realize that you STILL can’t back up the words you speak, you’ll have your receipt. Your receipt will say “Reality: $A Mike Laszlo Ass Kicking.” It won’t be you kicking my ass, it’ll be me kicking yours…again.
You and Seth, being a team, being a UNIT can only take you so far as was proven last week in my match with InFamous. Yes they won, but someone with TALENT like me, even carrying a waste of space like John Rherring almost beat them. Add in a talent like Xavier Cross and the story would be different. For what you two don’t realize is that a talented team even if only teaming for the first time, beats the inferior talented team.
Talent is what gets you ahead boys and girls, NOT teamwork.
Talent is what sets you apart.
Talent is what I possess a greater quantity of than the two of you combined.
And that Seth, is why it is not me who hates you, but it seems to me like it is the other way around. I have reason to hate as previously stated. You cost me something that I wanted, and now I take it out on you for the first time since the Coliseum. After that though, I could care less. You will be nothing but a broken man in my rear-view mirror as I continue on my path to becoming the FIRST EVER HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
You made it personal for yourself. You have made it your life goal to make my life a living hell. For me…it’s not personal. It’s just business…because you’re not worth my PERSONAL time.
This Monday, Xavier and I head to that ring as one time only partners, and we prove that talent reigns supreme. At Bloody Assizes, I show that talent reigns supreme all on my own.
Now there’s a guy who can bring it unlike my silent partner in a mask last week.
Speaking of last week…
Is Spike Kane running his mouth in a sad attempt to convince the public that he shut me up? Here I am dude, still talking.
You see my disturbed ignoramus; you’ve done no such thing. As a matter of fact, you haven’t even come within a fraction of doing so. Hell, you haven’t even made me reconsider a word in which I’ve said.
Yes, you and Rob Diamond, collectively known as InFamous won the match Monday. Congratulations.
Yes, you kicked me in the face just like you proclaimed you would. Congratulations.
That however is as far as you got in your endeavors. You see Spike, last week, on Sacrifice, I did just that, I sacrificed John Rherring. He might be new to this game but I assure you that I am not. Your team may have won the match Spike, but you didn’t beat me. Hell if you want to be technical, I have yet to be pinned or made submit.
You pinned the inferior member of my team last week because you know, as does the rest of the world once they saw us step in the ring together, that you couldn’t pin the superior member.
You told me last week not to be hypocritical, so here it is. You said that all I had to do was ask for a one-on-one match, well, consider yourself asked. The two of us may be busy in the coming weeks, but keep it in mind. There will be a night where we have nothing better to do than punch each other in the face, and that’s exactly what I want. You and me, mono-y-mono. No Rob Diamond to save you when you’re locked in the Heavenly Intervention or one of the many other submission moves that I possess in my repertoire. No masked moron to attempt and imitate me as a way to get on my good side, only to lose the match for me. Just you and me. If I lose, no excuses, and if you lose, I expect the same. I look forward to your response…AFTER I become The FIRST EVER Heavyweight Champion at Bloody Assizes.
Speaking of the Heavyweights Division, that brings me to the task at hand. A Heavyweight showcase Tag Team Match. I team with Xavier Cross against the team of Andrew Jacobsen and Mr. “UMADBRO?” himself, Seth Evans. Of the two, I won’t lie; I’m looking a tad bit more forward at getting in the ring with Mr. Evans.
Me and Andy, we’ve had our times in this ring, and I’ve ranted on him several times before. I’ve kicked his ass, he’s kicked mine, and it’s just one big ass kicking party, and then enters Seth Evans.
The answer to the “UMADBRO?” question is a resounding YES!
Yes I’m mad. You’re the guy who stopped me from NCW glory. You were the roadblock that held on just long enough for that prick Alex Jones to steal what was rightfully mine. That though isn’t here nor there now is it?
After all Seth, this isn’t NCW. This is the IWF. This is a new company using the same faces in an attempt to create a bigger, better brand. This is what was called a new beginning. For two weeks now I’ve been looking for that elusive first victory in this new environment, and for two weeks I’ve been denied the opportunity to have my hand raised. This week ends that streak.
Spike was right when he was predicting this weeks’ show on his little segment. He said I needed this win Monday, and he was right. I don’t only need this win, I WANT this win. We all know what happens when I of all people want something.
WANT…TAKE…HAVE!
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Title: Why Not Me?
Location: Chicago, Illinois Hotel
Time: 12:56 PM Local Time
It really was a nice quiet afternoon. No media appearances. No autograph signings. Nothing but me and my girlfriend getting ready for a short road trip to the next venue, twenty-five miles away. All was quiet as we simply went about our business packing as much as we could into one bag before moving on to the next. I had one big bag, a smaller duffle bag and my gym bag with my wrestling gear. Alexis? She had about five different bags. For what, who knows. She had each one expertly packed though and as she finished the last one, she simply lifted it off the bed and dropped it on the floor by the door.
Alexis Caffrey: Done.
A smile appeared on my face as I just loved her perky little attitude. It complimented her physical attributes well. Looking down at her five bags and then back at her I shook my head causing her to look on a bit puzzled.
Alexis Caffrey: What?
Mike Laszlo: Well I couldn’t help but see Mount Alexis’ Luggage. I was wondering…who’s going to carry all of that?
She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side with a smile.
Alexis Caffrey: Fine. I’ll just have the bellhop do it.
Mike Laszlo: That’s cruel and unusual punishment. Better hope he’s a wide, muscular man to be able to carry all that on his shoulders.
She giggled a little as I smiled, dropping my last bag on the floor across the entryway. I got close to her and lifted her into the air.
Mike Laszlo: I’ll carry this piece.
She giggled again as I always did my best to make her happy. After all, it’s what a good boyfriend does. As I came in for a kiss, the phone started to ring. Alexis and I came apart and I smiled causing her to wonder. Before she could say anything though, I turned, with her in my arms, and headed for the bed. I set her down gently where she did nothing but look up at me and smile as I then reached in my pocket, pulling out the cellular device.
Mike Laszlo: Hello?
My ears were nearly blown off by the loud, excited screaming of Ashley.
Ashley Mastrangelo: HEY! IT’S ME! GUESS WHAT!?!?
I already knew what this was about. I had seen the card earlier in the week, and I think through her excitement she didn’t realize that it was me who e-mailed her the card. So to be as sarcastic as I could be, I decided to carry it on.
Mike Laszlo: You won the lottery?
Her excitement was dulled for a moment as I totally caught her off guard.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Huh? What? No. I don’t gamble silly. I’M ON THE CARD FOR SACRIFICE!
I let a moment of silence go as I wanted her to soak up her glory. Then I got to mess with her again.
Mike Laszlo: Uhhhh, yeah. Did you think you were only going to have one match and that’s it?
Ashley Mastrangelo: No. But… You’re totally ruining this moment for me.
Alright, I guess the time for fun and games is over. I couldn’t help it though.
Mike Laszlo: Sorry. I’m happy for you. Really, I am. Who’s your opponent?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Tifa again.
Mike Laszlo: Well here’s your shot.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I know. I did everything you told me, and I can’t wait to prove to you that I’m better than two weeks ago.
Mike Laszlo: You’re not proving anything to me Ash. I know how good you can be. You’re proving it to the world.
Ashley Mastrangelo: There you go again.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nothing.
Mike Laszlo: You’re a goof. Anyway, I gotta finish packing. I’ll see you downstairs in about an hour to leave.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Alright, see you then.
Mike Laszlo: Bye.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Bye.
Hanging up the phone I look down at Alexis on the bed who looks perplexed as she twiddles her thumbs around one another. I could tell she was concerned about something…but what?
Mike Laszlo: What is it babe?
Alexis Caffrey: Oh nothing. Ashley sounded excited.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, she’s on the card this week. I don’t know if she thought week one was a tryout or what.
I could see she was getting more disinterested with each word spoken. I sat at the end of the bed and let out a deep sigh, as I had a good idea where this was headed.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, come here. What’s wrong?
Alexis Caffrey: I told you, nothing.
Mike Laszlo: Well your face tells a completely different story. Spill.
From over my shoulder I could hear her take a deep breath before sitting up and scooting toward the end of the bed next to me. As she does so she leans her head on my shoulder in the innocent fashion that only she could pull off.
Alexis Caffrey: Do you promise not to get mad?
Mike Laszlo: Yes, I promise. I think I know where this is going. Go on.
She pulls her head off my shoulder and resumes a normal seated posture, looking at me the entire time.
Alexis Caffrey: When I first joined you, I wanted to be your assistant. It was my way in. I thought, who better to be around than one of the best professional wrestlers on the planet?
Mike Laszlo: Understandable.
Alexis Caffrey: Then I told you I wanted to be more than just a secretary or PR person.
Mike Laszlo: Nodding. You did. I told you that it would happen.
Alexis Caffrey: That’s just it. It hasn’t.
Mike Laszlo: Oh, but it has and you didn’t even notice.
Alexis Caffrey: Huh?
Mike Laszlo: You think I bring you out there with me just to look adorable?
Alexis Caffrey: I do, do that well.
Mike Laszlo: Yes…yes you do. That’s not the only reason though. I take you out there so you can see for yourself firsthand what it is like out there. I take you out to see that it’s not all glitz and glamor. I take you out there to get the mental aspect of it. I did the same with Ashley when she started.
Alexis Caffrey: She’s twenty-one and has already had eight matches professionally. I’m the same age as you. I gotta get the ball rolling.
Mike Laszlo: She’s been at this for two years. You’ve only been here for six months or so.
Alexis Caffrey: Fast track me. I’m a quick learner and you know that.
Taking a deep breath, I look right into her beautiful brown eyes that stare back into my own eyes. I then glance down at the floor in a train of thought before looking back up at her and nodding.
Mike Laszlo: Fine.
Alexis Caffrey: REALLY!?
Mike Laszlo: Yes. As soon as we get home, I’ll start to train you.
Alexis Caffrey: OHHHHH THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
With each “THANK YOU!” came a kiss. I won’t complain, I liked it. The two of us got up and headed for the door as it was about that time again. Time to head out on the road, the routine we had become accustom to over the years as professional wrestlers.
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Andrew, as I stated before, you and I have been up and down the road. We’ve been partners, and we’ve been enemies. I even went as far as to call you a worthless champion, not to be confused with un-worthy. You owe me an ass-kicking. Funny you say that, because I feel the exact opposite. I don’t owe you a damn thing.
I don’t owe ANYONE a damn thing.
You can walk into this match and claim that you respect my talents, my ability, and my fire, but that you’re better, but we all know the truth Andy. The truth has not only been told, but it has been witnessed. It’s not you who is the better man, it is I. I’ve shown the world many, many times, and this Monday, partners or not, it will be shown again. I am better than you, not the other way around, and as soon as you let that sink into your brain, as soon as you let that become a reality to yourself, you’ll have your receipt.
When you realize that you STILL can’t back up the words you speak, you’ll have your receipt. Your receipt will say “Reality: $A Mike Laszlo Ass Kicking.” It won’t be you kicking my ass, it’ll be me kicking yours…again.
You and Seth, being a team, being a UNIT can only take you so far as was proven last week in my match with InFamous. Yes they won, but someone with TALENT like me, even carrying a waste of space like John Rherring almost beat them. Add in a talent like Xavier Cross and the story would be different. For what you two don’t realize is that a talented team even if only teaming for the first time, beats the inferior talented team.
Talent is what gets you ahead boys and girls, NOT teamwork.
Talent is what sets you apart.
Talent is what I possess a greater quantity of than the two of you combined.
And that Seth, is why it is not me who hates you, but it seems to me like it is the other way around. I have reason to hate as previously stated. You cost me something that I wanted, and now I take it out on you for the first time since the Coliseum. After that though, I could care less. You will be nothing but a broken man in my rear-view mirror as I continue on my path to becoming the FIRST EVER HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
You made it personal for yourself. You have made it your life goal to make my life a living hell. For me…it’s not personal. It’s just business…because you’re not worth my PERSONAL time.
This Monday, Xavier and I head to that ring as one time only partners, and we prove that talent reigns supreme. At Bloody Assizes, I show that talent reigns supreme all on my own.
Well howdy there pardner.