Post by Mike Laszlo on Jun 16, 2013 15:45:29 GMT
As I’ve said before, Sunday Night is a giant step as far as the history of this organization goes. On that night we will hold the first ever IWF Pay Per View known as Bloody Assizes.
At this Pay Per View, you, the viewing audience, be it at the arena itself in Chicago, or at home watching on live television, will witness the crowning of champions from each division. Finally the IWF will be looked at as a legitimate organization with champions and therefore standards. The winners of these matches will be looked at and reveled at as the victors and champions they have become.
But what of the losers of each of these inaugural matches? What is to become of them after having their pride broken, and their hopes dashed?
A second chance.
They have a second chance to make their names known in the Heir to the Throne Tournament. The losers and all others selected will be in a Battle Royal at the end of the night, where the final eight men will move on to be entered into a tournament, yet another hoop to jump through, to become the top dog in this company, THE Imperial Champion.
Why though?
Why reward the losers?
Why applaud them for their failure with a shot to go above the individual ranks and represent this company as its champion?
The answer is simple and yet weak all at the same time.
IWF Brass, Simon and all the heads of the divisions are all afraid of dominance.
They’re afraid that one man with so much power can hold leverage over their heads and for the most part, wield that power into unfathomable requests that would then have to be granted.
Due to their fear, the individual losers of these title matches will be rewarded while the winners are cast aside for another time when that time is warranted.
So what does a man do this Sunday?
Does he hold back in his title match in hopes that he will win the battle royal and be entered into a tournament for a SHOT at the title?
-OR-
Does that man do as I plan on doing, and that’s going full steam ahead into the title match, not giving a damn about the Imperial Title Battle Royal.
As stated, I chose the latter. I can control my own destiny in the Scramble Match by making sure that I am the one at the end of the allotted time with my hand raised being handed a brand new shiny belt.
While others may view the Battle Royal as a shot at the higher prize, I view it as nothing more than a shot at something that could easily come down the line AFTER I win the Heavyweight Title in the scramble match.
I don’t plan on walking out of the scramble match without the Heavyweight Title, but if I do…I guess there’s always Plan B.
If you want to reward the losers and somehow I don’t walk out of Bloody Assizes as Heavyweight Champion, I’ll be glad to take the Imperial Title instead.
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Title: Too Much, Too Early
Location: O’Hare Airport, Chicago, Illinois
Time: 1:30 AM Local Time
Alexis and I had been through a hell of a lot of training in the last few days leading up to Bloody Assizes. It’s now 1:30 in the morning and we’re just now getting off one of those stupid red eye flights from Cleveland. It’s a forty-five minute flight, but when you’re on it with a bunch of lawyers and business type people and all of their cell phones and tablets are going off with bells and whistles, it gets kind of annoying to the point where you want to punch some in the throat, and the ones who are left, bite their faces off.
No I’m not using bath salts.
It’s irritation. We’ve all felt it, more than once, and we all know that eventually it subsides and passes over like rabid storm clouds that everyone freaks out about because they have the potential to create a tornado but never do. Yes I said that all in one breath.
So yeah, back on track. We had been training all week and then it was time to head to the “Windy City” or the “Second City” Chicago. I have been here many a time and there’s not many places that I’d rather be.
HOWEVER, being here at such an early hour is what one with half an awaken brain would call, insanity. As we exited the plane with our carry-on bags in tow when all of a sudden the sound in my right ear goes out causing me to stop in my tracks.
Mike Laszlo: Son of a bitch.
The combination of me stopping while holding her hand and the slight jerk of me pulling her back caused Alexis to turn and remove one of her ear buds from her ear.
Alexis Caffrey: What is it babe?
Mike Laszlo: Damn headphone broke.
She laughed as I fiddled with the cord, pulling it up through the neck hole in my shirt. As it finally ended, I pulled the cord out of my MP3 Player and chucked them at the nearest garbage can.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell am I going to do? It’s one thirty in the morning and I need a damn pair of headphones. How am I going to work out without music?
Alexis Caffrey: It’ll be fine babe. I’m sure they have headphones at one of the stores in the plaza.
As if you couldn’t tell, I’ve been up for a while and when I’m up for a while and the eyes get that blurry fog feeling, I don’t work too well. I’m how should I say…a little crabby. As we walked through the corridors of the airport, we found one of those “everything” shops. As we walked in, a rather hefty, old, Russian lady narrowed her eyes in our direction. You could tell that like us, she really didn’t want to be there. Hell, she didn’t even greet us as we walked in. A few minutes and a walk around the counter and Alexis had found what I’m looking for.
Alexis Caffrey: Babe, here.
She pulled a pair of green “gummy” headphones from the rack and handed them to me. I took them from her and glanced over them, nodding my head in approval. We grabbed a few more items and headed to the register where the lady begrudgingly rang up our items. Then came the shocker.
Sales Woman:: Twenty-four dollars and fifteen cents.
I looked on in shock, slowly gazing up at the feeble old lady.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell did you say? Did you ring something up four times?
Sales Woman:: Sir?
Mike Laszlo: How the hell is two bags of candy and a pair of headphones over twenty bucks?
Sales Woman:: That’s the prices sir. I don’t make them. The headphones were sixteen dollars sir.
Mike Laszlo: WHAT!? I wanted a cheap replacement til I got home. I don’t care how much money I have, I’m not paying that much for a crappy paid of ear buds.
Sales Woman:: Well sir, you can go across the hall, but they’re the same there.
Mike Laszlo: Screw that. I’ll pay the outrageous price for the candy.
I’m sure that it wasn’t her fault, but I’m also sure that I pissed her off as she tossed the headphones to the side and finished the transaction. As I grabbed my stuff, we headed out the door where Alexis tried to console me as if I were a little kid.
Alexis Caffrey: It’s okay honey. We’ll go somewhere once we get into the city.
Mike Laszlo: Screw it. I’ll get some sleep and I’ll workout in silence. I hate airports. Come on.
She followed me as we made our exit and the scene fades.
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Plan A or Plan B, it really doesn’t matter. One way or another, Bloody Assizes will be a great night for this company, and an even better night for me. If you don’t like it…too damn bad.
At this Pay Per View, you, the viewing audience, be it at the arena itself in Chicago, or at home watching on live television, will witness the crowning of champions from each division. Finally the IWF will be looked at as a legitimate organization with champions and therefore standards. The winners of these matches will be looked at and reveled at as the victors and champions they have become.
But what of the losers of each of these inaugural matches? What is to become of them after having their pride broken, and their hopes dashed?
A second chance.
They have a second chance to make their names known in the Heir to the Throne Tournament. The losers and all others selected will be in a Battle Royal at the end of the night, where the final eight men will move on to be entered into a tournament, yet another hoop to jump through, to become the top dog in this company, THE Imperial Champion.
Why though?
Why reward the losers?
Why applaud them for their failure with a shot to go above the individual ranks and represent this company as its champion?
The answer is simple and yet weak all at the same time.
IWF Brass, Simon and all the heads of the divisions are all afraid of dominance.
They’re afraid that one man with so much power can hold leverage over their heads and for the most part, wield that power into unfathomable requests that would then have to be granted.
Due to their fear, the individual losers of these title matches will be rewarded while the winners are cast aside for another time when that time is warranted.
So what does a man do this Sunday?
Does he hold back in his title match in hopes that he will win the battle royal and be entered into a tournament for a SHOT at the title?
-OR-
Does that man do as I plan on doing, and that’s going full steam ahead into the title match, not giving a damn about the Imperial Title Battle Royal.
As stated, I chose the latter. I can control my own destiny in the Scramble Match by making sure that I am the one at the end of the allotted time with my hand raised being handed a brand new shiny belt.
While others may view the Battle Royal as a shot at the higher prize, I view it as nothing more than a shot at something that could easily come down the line AFTER I win the Heavyweight Title in the scramble match.
I don’t plan on walking out of the scramble match without the Heavyweight Title, but if I do…I guess there’s always Plan B.
If you want to reward the losers and somehow I don’t walk out of Bloody Assizes as Heavyweight Champion, I’ll be glad to take the Imperial Title instead.
====================
Title: Too Much, Too Early
Location: O’Hare Airport, Chicago, Illinois
Time: 1:30 AM Local Time
Alexis and I had been through a hell of a lot of training in the last few days leading up to Bloody Assizes. It’s now 1:30 in the morning and we’re just now getting off one of those stupid red eye flights from Cleveland. It’s a forty-five minute flight, but when you’re on it with a bunch of lawyers and business type people and all of their cell phones and tablets are going off with bells and whistles, it gets kind of annoying to the point where you want to punch some in the throat, and the ones who are left, bite their faces off.
No I’m not using bath salts.
It’s irritation. We’ve all felt it, more than once, and we all know that eventually it subsides and passes over like rabid storm clouds that everyone freaks out about because they have the potential to create a tornado but never do. Yes I said that all in one breath.
So yeah, back on track. We had been training all week and then it was time to head to the “Windy City” or the “Second City” Chicago. I have been here many a time and there’s not many places that I’d rather be.
HOWEVER, being here at such an early hour is what one with half an awaken brain would call, insanity. As we exited the plane with our carry-on bags in tow when all of a sudden the sound in my right ear goes out causing me to stop in my tracks.
Mike Laszlo: Son of a bitch.
The combination of me stopping while holding her hand and the slight jerk of me pulling her back caused Alexis to turn and remove one of her ear buds from her ear.
Alexis Caffrey: What is it babe?
Mike Laszlo: Damn headphone broke.
She laughed as I fiddled with the cord, pulling it up through the neck hole in my shirt. As it finally ended, I pulled the cord out of my MP3 Player and chucked them at the nearest garbage can.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell am I going to do? It’s one thirty in the morning and I need a damn pair of headphones. How am I going to work out without music?
Alexis Caffrey: It’ll be fine babe. I’m sure they have headphones at one of the stores in the plaza.
As if you couldn’t tell, I’ve been up for a while and when I’m up for a while and the eyes get that blurry fog feeling, I don’t work too well. I’m how should I say…a little crabby. As we walked through the corridors of the airport, we found one of those “everything” shops. As we walked in, a rather hefty, old, Russian lady narrowed her eyes in our direction. You could tell that like us, she really didn’t want to be there. Hell, she didn’t even greet us as we walked in. A few minutes and a walk around the counter and Alexis had found what I’m looking for.
Alexis Caffrey: Babe, here.
She pulled a pair of green “gummy” headphones from the rack and handed them to me. I took them from her and glanced over them, nodding my head in approval. We grabbed a few more items and headed to the register where the lady begrudgingly rang up our items. Then came the shocker.
Sales Woman:: Twenty-four dollars and fifteen cents.
I looked on in shock, slowly gazing up at the feeble old lady.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell did you say? Did you ring something up four times?
Sales Woman:: Sir?
Mike Laszlo: How the hell is two bags of candy and a pair of headphones over twenty bucks?
Sales Woman:: That’s the prices sir. I don’t make them. The headphones were sixteen dollars sir.
Mike Laszlo: WHAT!? I wanted a cheap replacement til I got home. I don’t care how much money I have, I’m not paying that much for a crappy paid of ear buds.
Sales Woman:: Well sir, you can go across the hall, but they’re the same there.
Mike Laszlo: Screw that. I’ll pay the outrageous price for the candy.
I’m sure that it wasn’t her fault, but I’m also sure that I pissed her off as she tossed the headphones to the side and finished the transaction. As I grabbed my stuff, we headed out the door where Alexis tried to console me as if I were a little kid.
Alexis Caffrey: It’s okay honey. We’ll go somewhere once we get into the city.
Mike Laszlo: Screw it. I’ll get some sleep and I’ll workout in silence. I hate airports. Come on.
She followed me as we made our exit and the scene fades.
====================
Plan A or Plan B, it really doesn’t matter. One way or another, Bloody Assizes will be a great night for this company, and an even better night for me. If you don’t like it…too damn bad.
Well howdy there pardner.