Post by Mike Laszlo on Jun 22, 2013 12:35:44 GMT
A Scramble match is a difficult maze to navigate.
Five men walked down the ramp and into that ring and after twenty-five minutes Xavier Cross walked out the Heavyweight Champion. For that, and his efforts as my partner the week before, I applaud him.
Other than that, he is now a target. Not just any target, but THE target in the Heavyweight Division; the target that I will eventually set my sights on in due time.
Not this week however.
No…this week the Twitter world gets the match that they have seen play out on the social media network since before IWF even opened. This week they get one half of the IWF Tag Team Champions, the God of Extreme, the Spiked One; going one on one, mono y mono with the man who steals shows then asks what else you got because stealing the show was all too easy. This week live on Sacrifice, the world sees Spike Kane versus Mike Laszlo in what is sure to be an epic encounter.
The war of words has been fun and who knows, it may continue even after this match. The battle to come inside that ring will be like no other this company has ever seen. Two men with the drive, passion and determination that are ours Spike can be matched by no other on this roster.
The two of us will step in that ring, and I will see if I measure up to what I consider one of the standards of professional wrestling.
I’ve beaten Roberto Verona one on one.
I’ve beaten Lex Sense one on one.
Hell, I’ve beaten Xander Famularo in the center of that ring.
Through all the winning and all the defeats, there is one man who I’ve looked forward to facing more than any other inside that squared-circle and if you look in a mirror Spike, you’d be looking at him.
Through all of the insults, and the bravado displayed on social media, the truth of the matter is Spike, I do respect what you’ve accomplished, and what you continue to accomplish to this day. That’s why I asked for the match as soon as I heard we were both signed to deals in the Imperial Wrestling Federation.
I know how good I am, and the people both in this organization, as well as those who sit in the seats at the arena, or at home know how good I am. YOU know how good I am.
Whether you admit it or not is up to you and quite frankly your opinion doesn’t matter.
You can say as you please, you can insult me if you wish, but the fact remains that none of it truly matters.
What does matter Spike is what happens in that ring Monday night on Sacrifice. You might punch me in the face. You might kick me in the mouth. Hell, you might even win the match.
The key word is might.
I guarantee you that no matter the decision: win, lose, or draw, the outcome in the end will remain the same. I will make you think twice when you mention my name. I will make you doubt what you say.
Though your opinion is irrelevant, the respect I garner from this match is not. Respect is what it is all about, and respect is what I will earn.
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Title: Enough is Enough
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 11:10 AM Local Time
I wasn’t the happiest of people this week. People watched me as I did normal household things like shopping, taking my daughter to her friend’s house, and even as I was just sitting around leisurely, and the people around me could tell that I was not one to be messed with when in such a foul mood. That however didn’t seem to go well for a certain IWF Diamond who was pissed off herself about losing, and then, even more pissed off about what was to come for her.
Her problem, I didn’t care at this particular moment in time. I didn’t want to hear about her failures. I didn’t want to hear that she was being forced to parade around barely clothes for the people to admire, and how that pissed her off. I simply didn’t want to hear it, and yet she was determined to inform me each and every day exactly how she felt.
This day was not the day. This was the day that it had all finally gotten to me. This was the day I snapped.
I was sitting luxuriously on my back porch on a lawn chair, green in color, my eyes closed, cloaked by a pair of sunglasses, shielding them from the sun, resting after a workout unlike any other I had had in a while. The loss this Sunday on Pay Per View got to me. I didn’t like one bit the fact that I came minutes away from becoming the first official IWF Heavyweight Champion. I put myself through workouts that I used when I was green and working my way into the business, workouts I haven’t really used in six years. It was a way to get back to the basics. It was a way to refocus of sorts. It helped that Alexis was there because it got her worked up too.
As the two of us relaxed, neither of us saying a word, the sounds of the wind rustling the branches of the tree, and the few birds chirping in the area were interrupted by the abrupt ringing of my phone.
Sitting up, I looked at the Caller ID and saw that it was Ashley…again. Rather than answer it, I simply set it back on the ground gently, and let it go. The song was a good one and reminded me of a certain someone’s entrance theme…no title mentioned. Alexis sat up in her chair and looked over at me.
Alexis Caffrey: Who was it?
Mike Laszlo: Ashley.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay, this is about the third time this week you’ve blown her off. What gives?
Mike Laszlo: I’m getting sick of it.
Alexis Caffrey: Sick of what?
Mike Laszlo: Want me to be honest?
Alexis Caffrey: Of course.
Mike Laszlo: The complaining. She’s been in a couple matches now and she has yet to win. I’ve told her that this business isn’t always smooth sailing no matter how I portrayed it. Not every day was going to be warm and fuzzy. There were going to be highs and lows and that’s just life.
Alexis Caffrey: Understandable.
Mike Laszlo: I know, right? Her booking this week doesn’t help matters.
Alexis Caffrey: Why?
Mike Laszlo: Because she has to parade around in her bra and underwear.
Alexis Caffrey: Huh?
Mike Laszlo: She’s in a Lingerie Invitational. I told her if she wanted, walk out there in her underwear and just start kicking the crap out of everyone. The world would enjoy half-naked women beating each other up. Besides, it gets her into the Heiress to the Throne concept if she wins.
Alexis Caffrey: I’d run out there naked if it meant getting a shot.
Mike Laszlo: And I have no doubt that the world would enjoy that too.
A smile came over her face as she blushed a little bit. I grinned back, but the grin was quickly removed as my phone started ringing again. Looking again, it was Ashley…AGAIN!
Mike Laszlo: Are you freaking kidding me!?!?
Alexis Caffrey: Just answer it so she stops calling.
Mike Laszlo: Grrr…fine.
Swiping my finger across the screen I answered and held the phone to my ear.
Mike Laszlo: What is it?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nice way to answer the phone.
Mike Laszlo: You’ve called me about twelve times this week.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I don’t get why they’re putting me in this…”match”, if you can even call it that.
Mike Laszlo: What are you so upset about? You have a gorgeous body, so what if you get some cat calls in an effort to get a spot in the Heiress to the Throne contest. Isn’t that what you want? Don’t you want to be Diamond’s Champion?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yes, but…
Mike Laszlo: BUT NOTHING! SUCK IT UP! Go out there freaking naked if you have to and Piledrive one of those other girls into the mat. Get over whatever this insecurity is because I’m getting sick and tired of these phone calls.
There was silence. Then, all of a sudden, I could hear sobbing and that was made more evident when she spoke.
Ashley Mastrangelo: But…but…I just wanted to get better. I thought it was degrading that they put me in this match. This is all stupid. If you don’t care, NEITHER DO I!
Before I could even respond to any of that sobbing little girl nonsense, she hung up the phone. I held it out and checked to make sure then set the phone beside me. Alexis was looking on the entire time.
Alexis Caffrey: So?
Mike Laszlo: That didn’t go well. It did end the calls though.
Alexis Caffrey: What did she say?
Mike Laszlo: She said if I don’t care then neither does she.
Alexis Caffrey: That girl is very emotional.
Mike Laszlo: She is. I have to find a way to help her get over this insecurity. She’s a grown woman now.
Alexis Caffrey: She is. Let it go. Let her figure it out herself.
Mike Laszlo: Maybe that’s what she needs. I’m just sick and tired of these pathetic whiney phone calls. Can’t wait to see how this turns out.
Alexis Caffrey: Oh geez.
As I got back into a more comfortable position, the silence overcame the scene again as once more the sounds of the wind rustling the branches and the birds singing could be heard as the scene fades.
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For you see God of Extreme, Spiked One, respect is what we all truly hope to get in this ring. It’s what we really clamor for, it’s what matters most.
You can like me.
You can hate me.
You can be indifferent when it comes to me.
That opinion will change overtime, many times over and that is the part of this world that is irrelevant. Through all those changes however you will respect what I do in the ring, and on a microphone. These people will respect what I do in the ring and on the microphone, because what I know, everyone else has just figured out recently, I’m the best at both.
Now you can sit there and point to my record and say that is false, but then again, that would be the shallow response. A win is great, but I tell you now, win, lose or draw that a win is nothing more than the icing on the cake. No matter what, the effort remains the same, and that is what I’m getting at. THAT is that part that will soon be if it is not already…respected.
I don’t care if you’ve liked what I’ve said about you. It’s all a mask, a mirage if you will. It’s there to get under your skin one second, build you up the next, and tear you back down in the end, because that’s what I do better than anyone on the roster…I perform.
I’ve beaten great names as mentioned before, but ever since I first got a glimpse of Spike Kane in the ring, I knew that none of those names truly measured up. I had never heard of names like Lex Sense and Roberto Verona until my time in New Championship Wrestling. I did hear of Spike Kane beforehand, and now it’s time for a true test of my ability, a true measure of what I have become over the last eight years in this profession.
It will be a great encounter no doubt. However, don’t let my words from earlier twist your thoughts. I said no matter what; win, lose or draw, you would think twice before mentioning my name. I said I would make you doubt the very words that spew from your lips. I’m still going to win.
The show was stolen from the moment we were announced as opponents Spike. Now I take it one step further and I beat the bravado out of you.
I steal the confidence from your being and I crush it like it has never been crushed before.
I then take you down a peg and I BEAT YOU in the center of that ring.
I know that I measure up to Spike Kane’s stature. I know that I can beat you.
Monday Night, live on Sacrifice I show you what I already know…I AM that damn good and I CAN back up the words from which I speak. Good luck Spike…you’re going to need it.
Five men walked down the ramp and into that ring and after twenty-five minutes Xavier Cross walked out the Heavyweight Champion. For that, and his efforts as my partner the week before, I applaud him.
Other than that, he is now a target. Not just any target, but THE target in the Heavyweight Division; the target that I will eventually set my sights on in due time.
Not this week however.
No…this week the Twitter world gets the match that they have seen play out on the social media network since before IWF even opened. This week they get one half of the IWF Tag Team Champions, the God of Extreme, the Spiked One; going one on one, mono y mono with the man who steals shows then asks what else you got because stealing the show was all too easy. This week live on Sacrifice, the world sees Spike Kane versus Mike Laszlo in what is sure to be an epic encounter.
The war of words has been fun and who knows, it may continue even after this match. The battle to come inside that ring will be like no other this company has ever seen. Two men with the drive, passion and determination that are ours Spike can be matched by no other on this roster.
The two of us will step in that ring, and I will see if I measure up to what I consider one of the standards of professional wrestling.
I’ve beaten Roberto Verona one on one.
I’ve beaten Lex Sense one on one.
Hell, I’ve beaten Xander Famularo in the center of that ring.
Through all the winning and all the defeats, there is one man who I’ve looked forward to facing more than any other inside that squared-circle and if you look in a mirror Spike, you’d be looking at him.
Through all of the insults, and the bravado displayed on social media, the truth of the matter is Spike, I do respect what you’ve accomplished, and what you continue to accomplish to this day. That’s why I asked for the match as soon as I heard we were both signed to deals in the Imperial Wrestling Federation.
I know how good I am, and the people both in this organization, as well as those who sit in the seats at the arena, or at home know how good I am. YOU know how good I am.
Whether you admit it or not is up to you and quite frankly your opinion doesn’t matter.
You can say as you please, you can insult me if you wish, but the fact remains that none of it truly matters.
What does matter Spike is what happens in that ring Monday night on Sacrifice. You might punch me in the face. You might kick me in the mouth. Hell, you might even win the match.
The key word is might.
I guarantee you that no matter the decision: win, lose, or draw, the outcome in the end will remain the same. I will make you think twice when you mention my name. I will make you doubt what you say.
Though your opinion is irrelevant, the respect I garner from this match is not. Respect is what it is all about, and respect is what I will earn.
====================
Title: Enough is Enough
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 11:10 AM Local Time
I wasn’t the happiest of people this week. People watched me as I did normal household things like shopping, taking my daughter to her friend’s house, and even as I was just sitting around leisurely, and the people around me could tell that I was not one to be messed with when in such a foul mood. That however didn’t seem to go well for a certain IWF Diamond who was pissed off herself about losing, and then, even more pissed off about what was to come for her.
Her problem, I didn’t care at this particular moment in time. I didn’t want to hear about her failures. I didn’t want to hear that she was being forced to parade around barely clothes for the people to admire, and how that pissed her off. I simply didn’t want to hear it, and yet she was determined to inform me each and every day exactly how she felt.
This day was not the day. This was the day that it had all finally gotten to me. This was the day I snapped.
I was sitting luxuriously on my back porch on a lawn chair, green in color, my eyes closed, cloaked by a pair of sunglasses, shielding them from the sun, resting after a workout unlike any other I had had in a while. The loss this Sunday on Pay Per View got to me. I didn’t like one bit the fact that I came minutes away from becoming the first official IWF Heavyweight Champion. I put myself through workouts that I used when I was green and working my way into the business, workouts I haven’t really used in six years. It was a way to get back to the basics. It was a way to refocus of sorts. It helped that Alexis was there because it got her worked up too.
As the two of us relaxed, neither of us saying a word, the sounds of the wind rustling the branches of the tree, and the few birds chirping in the area were interrupted by the abrupt ringing of my phone.
Sitting up, I looked at the Caller ID and saw that it was Ashley…again. Rather than answer it, I simply set it back on the ground gently, and let it go. The song was a good one and reminded me of a certain someone’s entrance theme…no title mentioned. Alexis sat up in her chair and looked over at me.
Alexis Caffrey: Who was it?
Mike Laszlo: Ashley.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay, this is about the third time this week you’ve blown her off. What gives?
Mike Laszlo: I’m getting sick of it.
Alexis Caffrey: Sick of what?
Mike Laszlo: Want me to be honest?
Alexis Caffrey: Of course.
Mike Laszlo: The complaining. She’s been in a couple matches now and she has yet to win. I’ve told her that this business isn’t always smooth sailing no matter how I portrayed it. Not every day was going to be warm and fuzzy. There were going to be highs and lows and that’s just life.
Alexis Caffrey: Understandable.
Mike Laszlo: I know, right? Her booking this week doesn’t help matters.
Alexis Caffrey: Why?
Mike Laszlo: Because she has to parade around in her bra and underwear.
Alexis Caffrey: Huh?
Mike Laszlo: She’s in a Lingerie Invitational. I told her if she wanted, walk out there in her underwear and just start kicking the crap out of everyone. The world would enjoy half-naked women beating each other up. Besides, it gets her into the Heiress to the Throne concept if she wins.
Alexis Caffrey: I’d run out there naked if it meant getting a shot.
Mike Laszlo: And I have no doubt that the world would enjoy that too.
A smile came over her face as she blushed a little bit. I grinned back, but the grin was quickly removed as my phone started ringing again. Looking again, it was Ashley…AGAIN!
Mike Laszlo: Are you freaking kidding me!?!?
Alexis Caffrey: Just answer it so she stops calling.
Mike Laszlo: Grrr…fine.
Swiping my finger across the screen I answered and held the phone to my ear.
Mike Laszlo: What is it?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nice way to answer the phone.
Mike Laszlo: You’ve called me about twelve times this week.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I don’t get why they’re putting me in this…”match”, if you can even call it that.
Mike Laszlo: What are you so upset about? You have a gorgeous body, so what if you get some cat calls in an effort to get a spot in the Heiress to the Throne contest. Isn’t that what you want? Don’t you want to be Diamond’s Champion?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yes, but…
Mike Laszlo: BUT NOTHING! SUCK IT UP! Go out there freaking naked if you have to and Piledrive one of those other girls into the mat. Get over whatever this insecurity is because I’m getting sick and tired of these phone calls.
There was silence. Then, all of a sudden, I could hear sobbing and that was made more evident when she spoke.
Ashley Mastrangelo: But…but…I just wanted to get better. I thought it was degrading that they put me in this match. This is all stupid. If you don’t care, NEITHER DO I!
Before I could even respond to any of that sobbing little girl nonsense, she hung up the phone. I held it out and checked to make sure then set the phone beside me. Alexis was looking on the entire time.
Alexis Caffrey: So?
Mike Laszlo: That didn’t go well. It did end the calls though.
Alexis Caffrey: What did she say?
Mike Laszlo: She said if I don’t care then neither does she.
Alexis Caffrey: That girl is very emotional.
Mike Laszlo: She is. I have to find a way to help her get over this insecurity. She’s a grown woman now.
Alexis Caffrey: She is. Let it go. Let her figure it out herself.
Mike Laszlo: Maybe that’s what she needs. I’m just sick and tired of these pathetic whiney phone calls. Can’t wait to see how this turns out.
Alexis Caffrey: Oh geez.
As I got back into a more comfortable position, the silence overcame the scene again as once more the sounds of the wind rustling the branches and the birds singing could be heard as the scene fades.
====================
For you see God of Extreme, Spiked One, respect is what we all truly hope to get in this ring. It’s what we really clamor for, it’s what matters most.
You can like me.
You can hate me.
You can be indifferent when it comes to me.
That opinion will change overtime, many times over and that is the part of this world that is irrelevant. Through all those changes however you will respect what I do in the ring, and on a microphone. These people will respect what I do in the ring and on the microphone, because what I know, everyone else has just figured out recently, I’m the best at both.
Now you can sit there and point to my record and say that is false, but then again, that would be the shallow response. A win is great, but I tell you now, win, lose or draw that a win is nothing more than the icing on the cake. No matter what, the effort remains the same, and that is what I’m getting at. THAT is that part that will soon be if it is not already…respected.
I don’t care if you’ve liked what I’ve said about you. It’s all a mask, a mirage if you will. It’s there to get under your skin one second, build you up the next, and tear you back down in the end, because that’s what I do better than anyone on the roster…I perform.
I’ve beaten great names as mentioned before, but ever since I first got a glimpse of Spike Kane in the ring, I knew that none of those names truly measured up. I had never heard of names like Lex Sense and Roberto Verona until my time in New Championship Wrestling. I did hear of Spike Kane beforehand, and now it’s time for a true test of my ability, a true measure of what I have become over the last eight years in this profession.
It will be a great encounter no doubt. However, don’t let my words from earlier twist your thoughts. I said no matter what; win, lose or draw, you would think twice before mentioning my name. I said I would make you doubt the very words that spew from your lips. I’m still going to win.
The show was stolen from the moment we were announced as opponents Spike. Now I take it one step further and I beat the bravado out of you.
I steal the confidence from your being and I crush it like it has never been crushed before.
I then take you down a peg and I BEAT YOU in the center of that ring.
I know that I measure up to Spike Kane’s stature. I know that I can beat you.
Monday Night, live on Sacrifice I show you what I already know…I AM that damn good and I CAN back up the words from which I speak. Good luck Spike…you’re going to need it.
Well howdy there pardner.