Post by Mike Laszlo on Jun 14, 2013 14:13:01 GMT
To be the first.
What exactly does that mean in the grand scheme of things here in IWF?
I mean, seriously now, I have the chance to do something that nobody has ever done before, nor can ever do again. I can become the first ever IWF Heavyweight Champion.
It would be an honor to be the first of what I’m sure are going to in the end be many champions. I can sit here and tell you that I’m going to win. I can sit here and tell you that I am simply put the best PERIOD! I could then go on and tell you why I’m the best period and how each and every single one of my amazing attributes is an advantage to me that the others in this match don’t have.
That however, is a story for another time, perhaps later on in the week? Who knows?
What I do know is this past week, teaming with Xavier Cross and getting the win over Seth Evans and Andrew Jacobsen was indeed a great weight lifted from my shoulders.
To go winless three weeks straight can severely damage a man of my calibers psyche. We don’t have to go there though and I for one am happy to get the first win under my belt.
I don’t know how many of you follow me on Twitter, but like I said then, those two were tapping so hard I thought they were going to put holes in the mat that would make it resemble Swiss cheese.
That was last week though, and to date, the coming week is the biggest of our IWF careers. Now you may say it’s only been a month, and I would agree. I would also tell you to shut the hell up because I’m making a point.
So, as I was saying, biggest match of our IWF careers. Five of the most gifted heavyweights in this company are going to do battle inside that ring, and one of the most gifted guys PERIOD is going to referee this affair.
That’s right, I’m talking Xander Famularo.
Now don’t mistake my praise for weakness, or hell, even kindness because that’s not my intent. I’m not going to sit here and suck up to the man. I tell things the way they are, and that’s why I’ve heaped this praise onto the man’s shoulders. He is one of the best in the ring, I know I’ve faced him multiple times. That last time I showed that he was beatable, and did so with the Malicious Intent, but that’s neither here nor there.
I do follow Twitter, and I heard what the referee had to say about this match. He said, and I quote: “Reffing a Pee Wee Wrestling Match this weekend. #yawn”
It’s sad you feel that way. Really, it is. I however have a slight feeling that you’ll be doing a little bit more than that, won’t you buddy? I’ll tell you what, you call it down the middle, and I’ll give you first crack when I WIN!
You however, are not the important part of this match. So let’s shift focus shall we? Instead of telling you all WHY I’m going to win, I’m going to look at each of the competitors of which I face and I’m going to show you the arrogant, cocky side of me that you should get to know really well just in case this side of me decides to make a cameo from time to time.
How am I going to do that you ask? I’m going to tell you WHY each of these men is going to LOSE!
Let’s start with the guy who said he was gonna make me squeal like a bitch, Seth Evans. I know I’m over doing this, and if I’m successful I’ll kill it, UMADBRO? I mean, just because you tapped out doesn’t mean you have to get all bent out of shape. You couldn’t hack it, and you lived to fight another day. Unfortunately for you, that other day is this Sunday on Pay Per View. I guess I should just be the one to break this to you right here and right now, the results, for you, won’t be any different. The circumstances? Sure. The outcome though will remain the same, YOU LOSE!
There’s nothing you can ramble about or do that will change it. You’ll come into the match like you always do. You’ll fight your hardest like you usually do. In the end though, your hardest just won’t cut it. It’s nothing against you personally. You can’t help it that you’re not as good as I am and I forgive you for that. You may not forgive yourself, but hey, that’s on you. This Sunday when you don’t get your way, you can be mad all you want because I just won’t care.
Speaking of not caring, that brings me to the North Star himself, Mr. Andrew Jacobsen. The reason you won’t win? That’s actually quite simple, you’re not ruthless. You’re gonna stand there and run down the accomplishments of everyone, and how you respect what they’ve done…well now you won’t you’ll try your hardest to compete with what I’m saying right now. You WOULD HAVE given your praise and been the good little soldier and that is your downfall.
I personally don’t really care what you’ve done. I don’t care how you’ve done it. I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks because quite frankly none of it matters. The boos are ignored, and the cheers are dismissed when it comes to me and that’s why you won’t win this Sunday. You care too much what other people think of you. You did it in NCW and you do it now. Until you get over that and say to yourself, “The hell with it.” You won’t win a damn thing in THIS COMPANY and that’s what matters.
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Title: Rise and Shine
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 6:30 AM Local Time
It was way too early, but then again, this is what she wanted. She wanted the training, and with the biggest match of my IWF career to date coming up, I could use some tuning up as well. The alarm was doing that annoying buzzing sound that most alarm clocks do. That us until I smacked my hand on the top of it to shut it off. I groaned a bit and rolled over turning my back to said clock. That’s when I saw Alexis and my eyes started to open just a bit more. It was that time. I wanted her to think twice about training. I wanted her to think twice about getting in that ring. I’ve broken an arm and torn a quadriceps muscle in that ring amongst the countless other nagging injuries that I’ve fought through. I wanted her to think about all that. I wanted her to know what she was getting into. It all starts with the first early morning wake up. As I sat up on the side of the bed, I slid my shoes on that were at the skirt of the sheets. Heading to the dresser, I grabbed a pair of workout shorts and a white tank top. I was ready to go. As I turned to look at the bed, I saw that she hadn’t even moved. Now that may come from months of sleeping by my side and being able to ignore it, but this one was for her and you could bet your ass she was waking up. I leaned over her sleeping body and shook her shoulder. The first time had no effect but the second one caused a stir. She tried to pass it off as she kept her eyes closes and gave me a sleepy murmur.
Alexis Caffrey: Have fun working out babe.
I couldn’t help but smile as I pulled the blanket and threw it off her body to the other side of the bed. She tried to roll over and slowly moved her hand toward the blanket when I climbed over top of her. Her eyes stayed closed but I could tell she was waking up as a smirk formed on her face.
Alexis Caffrey: What? Is it ten already?
Mike Laszlo: Try quarter to seven.
Her eyes squinted as she tried to figure out what was going on. It was then that she finally decided to slowly open her eyes.
Mike Laszlo: Rise and shine sleeping beauty.
Alexis Caffrey: Why are you waking me up this early?
Mike Laszlo: Because you begged me to.
Alexis Caffrey: I did not.
Mike Laszlo: Oh yes you did.
A devious smile formed on my face as I got up and went to her drawer, I pulled out a pair of tight, black, mesh short shorts and through them in her direction with a workout bra. They landed on her face to which she grabbed them and pushed them off to the side as she stretched on the bed in her green camisole and black booty shorts with pink and white skulls on them. Slowly she sat up and actually gazed upon the clothes I had thrown on her.
Alexis Caffrey: What’s this for?
Mike Laszlo: Put them on. We’re starting today.
Alexis Caffrey: Starting what babe?
Mike Laszlo: Would you wake up already? We start your training today.
Alexis Caffrey: Arrrrgh, are you serious.
Mike Laszlo: You wanted to do it not me. Now that we’re here, let’s go.
I could tell she was far from impressed, but slowly she got dressed as I headed toward the door. I turned back to her just as she pulled on her shorts.
Mike Laszlo: Wake yourself up a little and once you’re situated, meet me downstairs.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay. Whatever you say.
You know as well as I do that every man would love to hear that all the time. Unfortunately for us, we hear it rather seldom. I headed downstairs as she continued to wake up and get moving. I went to the fridge and pulled out two Red-Bulls, a carton of orange juice, and a couple of glasses. I heard my door close upstairs and I could hear each step she took, followed by a serious of slight thuds as she made her way down the steps. Slowly she made her way to me in the kitchen and saw the ingredients to my concoction on the counter. She chose to ignore it and instead, walked over and gave me a lovely kiss on the lips. She then turned and leaned onto the counter.
Alexis Caffrey: What’s this?
Mike Laszlo: This is the energy for our morning workout. Add half a glass of orange juice, and a half a can of Red-Bull. Stir it with a straw or spoon and…
Illustrating my points I did as said then slammed the entire glass in one long chugging sip. She looked at me and had the absolute weirdest facial expression.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Alexis Caffrey: Doesn’t Red-Bull kill the taste of the orange juice?
Mike Laszlo: It does, and that’s why I slammed it. I can’t stand the taste of Red-Bull, but it does do its job. Here, this is half the quantity to get you started. Think of pouring it down your throat in an effort to try and not let it touch your taste buds.
She picked up the glass and looked at its dark orange color, no doubt a symptom of mixing orange juice and an energy drink. She shook her head and set it back down.
Alexis Caffrey: Forget it. That looks gross.
Mike Laszlo: Suck it up and do it.
She picked it up again and closed her eyes, raising the glass to her lips she took a sip of the elixir then set it back on the counter.
Alexis Caffrey: Ewwwww! That’s gross.
Mike Laszlo: I know. That’s why you have to tilt back and hammer it.
I watched her pick it up again and saw the bitter look on her face as she again raised the glass to her lips before slamming her head back and consuming the entire contents of the glass. As she came back down I could tell she was disgusted. She stuck her tongue out while shaking her head in an attempt to shake off the God awful taste.
Alexis Caffrey: YUCK!
A slight shiver from her indicated to me that the energy was coursing through her body. As she poured another half a glass of orange juice and consumed it to make the Red-Bull taste go away. After a second for recovery purposes, she flashes me her cute smile.
Alexis Caffrey: Ready.
Mike Laszlo: You sure?
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, let’s do this.
Mike Laszlo: Follow me.
The two of us head for the door and out we go into the rather cool overcast environment where we would start a four mile run on a specific course through the woods, up and down hills, around bends, over a river, and back to our street. If one took the time to walk and scout it, they would think it breath taking on a calm mid-week day. We weren’t here to glare at scenery though. This here is all about training.
=== 45 MINUTES LATER ===
We reached home. Forty-five minutes was pretty impressive. I’m proud of my girl. She was able to keep up, though I will admit I wasn’t going full-speed. We get home and head downstairs to the basement which I had converted into a full-fledged workout room. Before we got started, now being 7:30 in the morning, my phone rang. I picked it up from the bench and glanced at the caller ID then set it back down causing a stir from Alexis who knew that I always answer my phone.
Alexis Caffrey: Who is it?
Mike Laszlo: Nobody.
Alexis Caffrey: If you’re cheating on me…
Mike Laszlo: WHOA! There’s no cheating going on. It’s Ashley, probably calling me to complain about her loss.
Alexis Caffrey: You’re not going to answer?
Mike Laszlo: I’ll call her later. I’m not in the mood to hear that right now. Besides…
I move in closer on my sweat shiny better half and grab her by her shoulders as she shoots the most innocent look one can give up toward me causing a smile on my face that reciprocated one from her.
Mike Laszlo: …I could never cheat on you. Right now, I don’t want to hear about her loss. I want to do nothing more than give you what you want.
Leaning over a bit, I give her a kiss on the lips. As we pull away, I grin.
Mike Laszlo: So let’s get back to it.
With a smile on her face she smacks me on the shoulder as we continue her training routine…with the heavy bag.
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Now it’s time for the more significant two in this match, other than me that is. Let us start with a man who I have faced quite a few times with mixed results. A man who knows me quite well, as I do him, based on our encounters, Jake “The Ace” Conway.
A man who much like me, is a family man.
A man, who much like me, has a ton of pride in what he does, and what he is good at.
A man who will align himself with anyone at any time just for the simple fact that he wants something and that’s the best way to get it.
Sound familiar?
Is it getting through?
What I’m trying to explain, for those of you who are really too stupid to understand, is the fact that Jake Conway and I are very similar. We will do what is necessary to get what we want, and quite frankly we don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks about our actions.
So if “The Ace” is so much like me, why is he going to lose this Sunday live on Pay Per View?
Because he’s not me.
There can only be one man who walks away this Sunday as Heavyweight Champion. There is but one who will withstand the physical and mental endurance that this type of match has on a person.
This Sunday, five men walk in and one will walk out. That man is the man who wants to know what else you have for me to steal because the show has been stolen from the moment I walk out onto that stage.
“The Ace” like all men has one weakness both in…and out…of that ring, and I will exploit whatever weakness I can to be named the first ever World HEAVYWEIGHT Champion.
Then, and finally, that brings me to the man of which I teamed with last week in our superior efforts over the North Star and the “UMadBro” Gamer…Xavier Cross.
Kudos sir.
You and I do indeed make quite an impressive team.
This Sunday however, all things change.
I don’t mean the fact that we are now on opposite sides of the ring, because that fact is plain and simple. Why divulge on the simplicity?
Last week, we saw, hell, the world saw what we are capable of. This week, they see what I am capable of.
I’ve listened to you and I’ve heard what you’ve had to say, trust me, there’s a big difference. While others watch your promo and the idea simply goes in one ear and out the other, I listened. I took the time to comprehend what was said, and I took the time to find the deeper meaning of it all.
I watched over and over again, and the true meaning of what you had to say Xavier was that you want the best competition you can possibly get.
You pretty much gave each of us a pep talk out there. You gave us our strengths and tore down our weaknesses, not in an attempt to belittle us, but in an attempt to strengthen us. You did it because you want this to be the best match on the entire card, and for that, you should be commended.
You said that you and I owe each other nothing, but the fact of the matter is, we do indeed owe each other something. What you say?
OUR BEST!
I look at the list of competitors in this match and though I scoff at Seth Evans and his infantile rant in an attempt to piss me off, I know that every man in this match has a talent. I know in my head that every man in this match is good at something. The problem for the rest is I am good at everything I do.
That my friends, is the biggest weakness that you all have.
THAT is why you’re all going to lose at Bloody Assizes.
THAT is why I will be announced at the Heavyweight Champion of the World come the end of the scramble match.
Is it the hot air you speak of Cross?
OR
Is it mind games?
I’ll leave that for you guys to figure out…if you can.
What exactly does that mean in the grand scheme of things here in IWF?
I mean, seriously now, I have the chance to do something that nobody has ever done before, nor can ever do again. I can become the first ever IWF Heavyweight Champion.
It would be an honor to be the first of what I’m sure are going to in the end be many champions. I can sit here and tell you that I’m going to win. I can sit here and tell you that I am simply put the best PERIOD! I could then go on and tell you why I’m the best period and how each and every single one of my amazing attributes is an advantage to me that the others in this match don’t have.
That however, is a story for another time, perhaps later on in the week? Who knows?
What I do know is this past week, teaming with Xavier Cross and getting the win over Seth Evans and Andrew Jacobsen was indeed a great weight lifted from my shoulders.
To go winless three weeks straight can severely damage a man of my calibers psyche. We don’t have to go there though and I for one am happy to get the first win under my belt.
I don’t know how many of you follow me on Twitter, but like I said then, those two were tapping so hard I thought they were going to put holes in the mat that would make it resemble Swiss cheese.
That was last week though, and to date, the coming week is the biggest of our IWF careers. Now you may say it’s only been a month, and I would agree. I would also tell you to shut the hell up because I’m making a point.
So, as I was saying, biggest match of our IWF careers. Five of the most gifted heavyweights in this company are going to do battle inside that ring, and one of the most gifted guys PERIOD is going to referee this affair.
That’s right, I’m talking Xander Famularo.
Now don’t mistake my praise for weakness, or hell, even kindness because that’s not my intent. I’m not going to sit here and suck up to the man. I tell things the way they are, and that’s why I’ve heaped this praise onto the man’s shoulders. He is one of the best in the ring, I know I’ve faced him multiple times. That last time I showed that he was beatable, and did so with the Malicious Intent, but that’s neither here nor there.
I do follow Twitter, and I heard what the referee had to say about this match. He said, and I quote: “Reffing a Pee Wee Wrestling Match this weekend. #yawn”
It’s sad you feel that way. Really, it is. I however have a slight feeling that you’ll be doing a little bit more than that, won’t you buddy? I’ll tell you what, you call it down the middle, and I’ll give you first crack when I WIN!
You however, are not the important part of this match. So let’s shift focus shall we? Instead of telling you all WHY I’m going to win, I’m going to look at each of the competitors of which I face and I’m going to show you the arrogant, cocky side of me that you should get to know really well just in case this side of me decides to make a cameo from time to time.
How am I going to do that you ask? I’m going to tell you WHY each of these men is going to LOSE!
Let’s start with the guy who said he was gonna make me squeal like a bitch, Seth Evans. I know I’m over doing this, and if I’m successful I’ll kill it, UMADBRO? I mean, just because you tapped out doesn’t mean you have to get all bent out of shape. You couldn’t hack it, and you lived to fight another day. Unfortunately for you, that other day is this Sunday on Pay Per View. I guess I should just be the one to break this to you right here and right now, the results, for you, won’t be any different. The circumstances? Sure. The outcome though will remain the same, YOU LOSE!
There’s nothing you can ramble about or do that will change it. You’ll come into the match like you always do. You’ll fight your hardest like you usually do. In the end though, your hardest just won’t cut it. It’s nothing against you personally. You can’t help it that you’re not as good as I am and I forgive you for that. You may not forgive yourself, but hey, that’s on you. This Sunday when you don’t get your way, you can be mad all you want because I just won’t care.
Speaking of not caring, that brings me to the North Star himself, Mr. Andrew Jacobsen. The reason you won’t win? That’s actually quite simple, you’re not ruthless. You’re gonna stand there and run down the accomplishments of everyone, and how you respect what they’ve done…well now you won’t you’ll try your hardest to compete with what I’m saying right now. You WOULD HAVE given your praise and been the good little soldier and that is your downfall.
I personally don’t really care what you’ve done. I don’t care how you’ve done it. I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks because quite frankly none of it matters. The boos are ignored, and the cheers are dismissed when it comes to me and that’s why you won’t win this Sunday. You care too much what other people think of you. You did it in NCW and you do it now. Until you get over that and say to yourself, “The hell with it.” You won’t win a damn thing in THIS COMPANY and that’s what matters.
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Title: Rise and Shine
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 6:30 AM Local Time
It was way too early, but then again, this is what she wanted. She wanted the training, and with the biggest match of my IWF career to date coming up, I could use some tuning up as well. The alarm was doing that annoying buzzing sound that most alarm clocks do. That us until I smacked my hand on the top of it to shut it off. I groaned a bit and rolled over turning my back to said clock. That’s when I saw Alexis and my eyes started to open just a bit more. It was that time. I wanted her to think twice about training. I wanted her to think twice about getting in that ring. I’ve broken an arm and torn a quadriceps muscle in that ring amongst the countless other nagging injuries that I’ve fought through. I wanted her to think about all that. I wanted her to know what she was getting into. It all starts with the first early morning wake up. As I sat up on the side of the bed, I slid my shoes on that were at the skirt of the sheets. Heading to the dresser, I grabbed a pair of workout shorts and a white tank top. I was ready to go. As I turned to look at the bed, I saw that she hadn’t even moved. Now that may come from months of sleeping by my side and being able to ignore it, but this one was for her and you could bet your ass she was waking up. I leaned over her sleeping body and shook her shoulder. The first time had no effect but the second one caused a stir. She tried to pass it off as she kept her eyes closes and gave me a sleepy murmur.
Alexis Caffrey: Have fun working out babe.
I couldn’t help but smile as I pulled the blanket and threw it off her body to the other side of the bed. She tried to roll over and slowly moved her hand toward the blanket when I climbed over top of her. Her eyes stayed closed but I could tell she was waking up as a smirk formed on her face.
Alexis Caffrey: What? Is it ten already?
Mike Laszlo: Try quarter to seven.
Her eyes squinted as she tried to figure out what was going on. It was then that she finally decided to slowly open her eyes.
Mike Laszlo: Rise and shine sleeping beauty.
Alexis Caffrey: Why are you waking me up this early?
Mike Laszlo: Because you begged me to.
Alexis Caffrey: I did not.
Mike Laszlo: Oh yes you did.
A devious smile formed on my face as I got up and went to her drawer, I pulled out a pair of tight, black, mesh short shorts and through them in her direction with a workout bra. They landed on her face to which she grabbed them and pushed them off to the side as she stretched on the bed in her green camisole and black booty shorts with pink and white skulls on them. Slowly she sat up and actually gazed upon the clothes I had thrown on her.
Alexis Caffrey: What’s this for?
Mike Laszlo: Put them on. We’re starting today.
Alexis Caffrey: Starting what babe?
Mike Laszlo: Would you wake up already? We start your training today.
Alexis Caffrey: Arrrrgh, are you serious.
Mike Laszlo: You wanted to do it not me. Now that we’re here, let’s go.
I could tell she was far from impressed, but slowly she got dressed as I headed toward the door. I turned back to her just as she pulled on her shorts.
Mike Laszlo: Wake yourself up a little and once you’re situated, meet me downstairs.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay. Whatever you say.
You know as well as I do that every man would love to hear that all the time. Unfortunately for us, we hear it rather seldom. I headed downstairs as she continued to wake up and get moving. I went to the fridge and pulled out two Red-Bulls, a carton of orange juice, and a couple of glasses. I heard my door close upstairs and I could hear each step she took, followed by a serious of slight thuds as she made her way down the steps. Slowly she made her way to me in the kitchen and saw the ingredients to my concoction on the counter. She chose to ignore it and instead, walked over and gave me a lovely kiss on the lips. She then turned and leaned onto the counter.
Alexis Caffrey: What’s this?
Mike Laszlo: This is the energy for our morning workout. Add half a glass of orange juice, and a half a can of Red-Bull. Stir it with a straw or spoon and…
Illustrating my points I did as said then slammed the entire glass in one long chugging sip. She looked at me and had the absolute weirdest facial expression.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Alexis Caffrey: Doesn’t Red-Bull kill the taste of the orange juice?
Mike Laszlo: It does, and that’s why I slammed it. I can’t stand the taste of Red-Bull, but it does do its job. Here, this is half the quantity to get you started. Think of pouring it down your throat in an effort to try and not let it touch your taste buds.
She picked up the glass and looked at its dark orange color, no doubt a symptom of mixing orange juice and an energy drink. She shook her head and set it back down.
Alexis Caffrey: Forget it. That looks gross.
Mike Laszlo: Suck it up and do it.
She picked it up again and closed her eyes, raising the glass to her lips she took a sip of the elixir then set it back on the counter.
Alexis Caffrey: Ewwwww! That’s gross.
Mike Laszlo: I know. That’s why you have to tilt back and hammer it.
I watched her pick it up again and saw the bitter look on her face as she again raised the glass to her lips before slamming her head back and consuming the entire contents of the glass. As she came back down I could tell she was disgusted. She stuck her tongue out while shaking her head in an attempt to shake off the God awful taste.
Alexis Caffrey: YUCK!
A slight shiver from her indicated to me that the energy was coursing through her body. As she poured another half a glass of orange juice and consumed it to make the Red-Bull taste go away. After a second for recovery purposes, she flashes me her cute smile.
Alexis Caffrey: Ready.
Mike Laszlo: You sure?
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, let’s do this.
Mike Laszlo: Follow me.
The two of us head for the door and out we go into the rather cool overcast environment where we would start a four mile run on a specific course through the woods, up and down hills, around bends, over a river, and back to our street. If one took the time to walk and scout it, they would think it breath taking on a calm mid-week day. We weren’t here to glare at scenery though. This here is all about training.
=== 45 MINUTES LATER ===
We reached home. Forty-five minutes was pretty impressive. I’m proud of my girl. She was able to keep up, though I will admit I wasn’t going full-speed. We get home and head downstairs to the basement which I had converted into a full-fledged workout room. Before we got started, now being 7:30 in the morning, my phone rang. I picked it up from the bench and glanced at the caller ID then set it back down causing a stir from Alexis who knew that I always answer my phone.
Alexis Caffrey: Who is it?
Mike Laszlo: Nobody.
Alexis Caffrey: If you’re cheating on me…
Mike Laszlo: WHOA! There’s no cheating going on. It’s Ashley, probably calling me to complain about her loss.
Alexis Caffrey: You’re not going to answer?
Mike Laszlo: I’ll call her later. I’m not in the mood to hear that right now. Besides…
I move in closer on my sweat shiny better half and grab her by her shoulders as she shoots the most innocent look one can give up toward me causing a smile on my face that reciprocated one from her.
Mike Laszlo: …I could never cheat on you. Right now, I don’t want to hear about her loss. I want to do nothing more than give you what you want.
Leaning over a bit, I give her a kiss on the lips. As we pull away, I grin.
Mike Laszlo: So let’s get back to it.
With a smile on her face she smacks me on the shoulder as we continue her training routine…with the heavy bag.
====================
Now it’s time for the more significant two in this match, other than me that is. Let us start with a man who I have faced quite a few times with mixed results. A man who knows me quite well, as I do him, based on our encounters, Jake “The Ace” Conway.
A man who much like me, is a family man.
A man, who much like me, has a ton of pride in what he does, and what he is good at.
A man who will align himself with anyone at any time just for the simple fact that he wants something and that’s the best way to get it.
Sound familiar?
Is it getting through?
What I’m trying to explain, for those of you who are really too stupid to understand, is the fact that Jake Conway and I are very similar. We will do what is necessary to get what we want, and quite frankly we don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks about our actions.
So if “The Ace” is so much like me, why is he going to lose this Sunday live on Pay Per View?
Because he’s not me.
There can only be one man who walks away this Sunday as Heavyweight Champion. There is but one who will withstand the physical and mental endurance that this type of match has on a person.
This Sunday, five men walk in and one will walk out. That man is the man who wants to know what else you have for me to steal because the show has been stolen from the moment I walk out onto that stage.
“The Ace” like all men has one weakness both in…and out…of that ring, and I will exploit whatever weakness I can to be named the first ever World HEAVYWEIGHT Champion.
Then, and finally, that brings me to the man of which I teamed with last week in our superior efforts over the North Star and the “UMadBro” Gamer…Xavier Cross.
Kudos sir.
You and I do indeed make quite an impressive team.
This Sunday however, all things change.
I don’t mean the fact that we are now on opposite sides of the ring, because that fact is plain and simple. Why divulge on the simplicity?
Last week, we saw, hell, the world saw what we are capable of. This week, they see what I am capable of.
I’ve listened to you and I’ve heard what you’ve had to say, trust me, there’s a big difference. While others watch your promo and the idea simply goes in one ear and out the other, I listened. I took the time to comprehend what was said, and I took the time to find the deeper meaning of it all.
I watched over and over again, and the true meaning of what you had to say Xavier was that you want the best competition you can possibly get.
You pretty much gave each of us a pep talk out there. You gave us our strengths and tore down our weaknesses, not in an attempt to belittle us, but in an attempt to strengthen us. You did it because you want this to be the best match on the entire card, and for that, you should be commended.
You said that you and I owe each other nothing, but the fact of the matter is, we do indeed owe each other something. What you say?
OUR BEST!
I look at the list of competitors in this match and though I scoff at Seth Evans and his infantile rant in an attempt to piss me off, I know that every man in this match has a talent. I know in my head that every man in this match is good at something. The problem for the rest is I am good at everything I do.
That my friends, is the biggest weakness that you all have.
THAT is why you’re all going to lose at Bloody Assizes.
THAT is why I will be announced at the Heavyweight Champion of the World come the end of the scramble match.
Is it the hot air you speak of Cross?
OR
Is it mind games?
I’ll leave that for you guys to figure out…if you can.
Well howdy there pardner.