Post by Mike Laszlo on Jun 29, 2013 17:20:41 GMT
The critics have it all wrong.
The people who believe those critics…they got it wrong too.
You all thought that I wanted to hurt Spike Kane last week on Sacrifice. You all thought that I HAD to beat him. You all…couldn’t be farther from the truth and it truly shows the ignorance that you all have.
I didn’t need to win last week to accomplish my goals. I DID accomplish my goals, and if not for a couple of Australian jackasses, I could have put an exclamation on it. My goal last week was plain and simple and that was to show that I could “hang” with the guys who are mentioned with the word “legend”. I did just that, and Spike Kane admitted so on his Twitter account.
I said that after the match I would be looked at differently. When my name would be mentioned by others, it would be done so with a different tone and it is.
No longer is it Mike Laszlo, man who needs to take the next step.
No longer is it Mike Laszlo, dominator of the mid-card, but when he gets to the upper echelon, can’t cut it.
I showed it last week when it was about respect.
This week isn’t about respect.
This week is about glory; this week is about fame, this week is about adding points to my cache in the Heir To The Throne Tournament.
Last week, and the week before, Lex Sense jumped out to a huge lead. While I was busy taking care of my personal affairs, he went on a tear like no other. So rather than being at the top looking down, I find myself playing catch up.
How do I catch up to the beast known as Lex Sense?
WIN!
I take every shortcut needed; I beat every man who gets in my path. I do what I do best despite what the record may say and that is WRESTLE!
This Monday I get in the ring against three other men who look to achieve the same goal as me. They want to get a jumpstart in this tournament just like I do. I inform the three of them, and the rest of the world right now…they won’t do a damn thing against me.
The world thought that I couldn’t cut it with the big boys. The world gave their criticisms and I took them in stride. I learned from everything they had to say about me, as long as it was relevant. I’m not one to be easily humbled and despite all that has happened here in the IWF, it has yet to humble me. I’m still going to step into that ring and show why I’m better. I’m going to show you why I can beat anybody on this roster at any given time, and I will damn sure show that I deserve to be the first ever IWF Imperial Champion.
Like it or not…that’s fact.
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Title: A Time For Re-focus
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 9:59 AM Local Time
It was a hot humid day in Cleveland. The sun was beating down on the Earth below after a long two hour storm. The storm itself was quite the array of lightning strikes and bangs of thunder that cracked through the sky, each one like a gunshot, one after another after another. Though it was humid outside, almost to the levels of unbearable, I was inside enjoying the ice cold breeze of the air conditioning, quite the blessing in these sorts of times. I was watching film of the epic match between myself and Spike Kane, the main event of this past Monday’s Sacrifice.
Meanwhile, off to the side, I saw Alexis packing for her trip to the gym. I then saw her look over in my direction, a grin on her face, not to be confused with a full-fledged smile. After spotting it a few times as she just stood there I paused the film.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Alexis Caffrey: What do you mean, what?
Mike Laszlo: I see you looking at me out of the corner of your eye.
She walks over and literally jumps onto the couch next to me.
Alexis Caffrey: Why am I going to the gym by myself today?
Mike Laszlo: Ray said he’d help with your training. I got something I have to do. Something isn’t right with me right now.
Alexis Caffrey: Ray’s nice and all, but he’s kind of scary.
I couldn’t help but give a sly chuckle. Ray was a big guy at six foot six, two hundred and seventy-six pounds.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry babe. He’ll be gentle. I told him to work on the strikes with you. Someone else will be there to spar with you. He’s just coaching.
Alexis Caffrey: I guess, but I’d rather be there with you.
Mike Laszlo: I can’t right now. I gotta focus on me. I know that might sound selfish, but this losing thing is a whole new thing for me.
Alexis Caffrey: You’ve lost before.
Mike Laszlo: I know. This is different. This is turning into a trend, one that I don’t want to continue. I have one win in the IWF and this week is huge.
Alexis Caffrey: I understand.
She pops off the couch just as rambunctiously as she jumped on it and grabbed her bag from the table. Slinging it over her shoulder she leaned over in front of me.
Alexis Caffrey: If you’re bored, stop by will ya?
Mike Laszlo: I will.
She leaned in and kissed me before turning and heading for the door.
Mike Laszlo: Hey.
Alexis Caffrey: What?
Mike Laszlo: Be careful.
Alexis Caffrey: I will.
She heads out the door as I turn my attention back to the screen, resuming the play of the match from the past Monday. As I watch it I begin thinking aloud.
Mike Laszlo: She thinks she understands, and I love her for trying, but she doesn’t get it. This losing thing isn’t what I do. It’s not what I portray. It’s not what I’m about.
As I stare at the screen, I see the end of the match where Criminal Intent interrupts the proceedings, costing me the match via disqualification.
Mike Laszlo: Those sons of bitches. I get that they have a vendetta, but why the hell do they gotta go and stick their noses in MY business. I wanted to show the world that I was better than Spike Kane, and not just his equal.
Deciding not to watch the end of Sacrifice, I turn off the TV and toss the remote onto the coffee table creating a bit of a thud. As I stood up from my seat I walked to the basement and descended the stairs. Looking to my right I saw the heavy bag and the equipment I had used for so long that it was beginning to wear thin. I grabbed hold of the gloves and started pounding away at the bag, each punch getting more and more vicious then the last as I thought more and more about my tenure in the IWF.
I wanted more.
I expected more.
I AM MORE!
With each pounding blow I felt as if I was taking the frustration in my mind and letting it all out on the defenseless punching bag. There certainly was a lot of frustration as I beat the hell out of that thing for about forty-five minutes.
Something was missing though. Something didn’t feel right. I was going through the motions again as I’ve done in the past. I was becoming disinterested. I was focusing more on being the good boyfriend, the expert trainer, and not on what I wanted, being the best possible wrestler on the entire planet. It was time to get back to basics. It was time to refocus. There was one man who could bring out the best in me like no other.
Not because he was good.
Not because he was better than me.
NOBODY is better than me.
He could bring out the best because he knew me like nobody in the IWF ever could. I don’t mean Ray, because he’s busy helping me with Alexis. There was another man who had been my partner in wrestling for the better part of three years. A man who I had won many tag team titles with, a man I have sparred with; a man who has traveled up and down the road with me and knows some things that nobody else would know. It was time to make a phone call.
Walking back upstairs, I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and pressed some buttons to get a contact on my phone. Holding it up to my ear I waited for the answer.
?: Hello?
Mike Laszlo: It’s me. What are you doing?
?: Nothing, what’s up?
Mike Laszlo: I need your help.
?: Anything.
Mike Laszlo: It’s time to get back to basics.
?: Enough said. Next week?
Mike Laszlo: Fine.
With that, I hung up the phone. It was time to focus on being the best damn wrestler anyone has ever seen. It was time to get back to what made me the successful person that I am today in this industry, the known name that I am. It was time to go back to that place where only I mattered. It starts today and continues on for the foreseeable future. It goes on until I become CHAMPION!
====================
For weeks now, be it on Twitter, or on the microphone, my focus has been split. There has always been that nagging that I wanted the one on one match with Spike Kane. That match has come and gone, and now I can do what I’ve done for the last eight years, succeed.
It didn’t matter the company…
It didn’t matter the allies…
It didn’t matter the obstacles…
It didn’t matter the opponent.
I succeeded at every opportunity in the long run and I am one of the most recognizable names in the professional wrestling industry.
That’s not what this week is about though is it?
It’s not about you knowing my name, because quite frankly, I’ve never heard of any of you in this match until here. The names Deathtrain, Mike Muchado, Miguel Muchado, whatever, and Cable Arcane mean absolutely not a damn thing to me; nor will they after this match.
I don’t care what the people say about you.
I don’t care that Arcane was trained by Angel, or that Deathtrain has a darkness to him, or that Muchado has an identity complex.
None of it matters for you are all simply obstacles to me achieving what I have set out to do. You are all opponents with your strengths and your weaknesses. You are all men with similar goals of recognition. You all want to be what I want to be, not just Imperial Champion, but the first of its kind. It just can’t happen.
It just can’t happen, because only one of us will get to the top in this Heir to the Throne tournament. Us combined with the other four: Lex Sense, Joe Everyman, Benard de Montfort, and Ryan Shane are all looking to do something that will go down in history. We are looking to have our names etched not in stone, but in gold, as something that nobody can ever…EVER…take away from us.
For the last few weeks my focus has waned quite a bit, this week there is nothing to divide said attention. This week my focus is on one thing and one thing only, defeating the three men I step in the ring with, adding my points, and climbing the ladder of success.
The following is a warning to all in the IWF but more importantly this week for the others who stand in that ring with me…
It’s good news for me, and extremely bad for you…
The focus is back.
I am back to the man I was before all this Spike Kane business came to light.
I’m not out for respect because what I do in that ring will earn enough of that. I’m out to win. I’m out to be the best. I want the Imperial Title around my waist. I will take any measure to get it. In the end…I WILL HAVE THE IMPERIAL TITLE!
The people who believe those critics…they got it wrong too.
You all thought that I wanted to hurt Spike Kane last week on Sacrifice. You all thought that I HAD to beat him. You all…couldn’t be farther from the truth and it truly shows the ignorance that you all have.
I didn’t need to win last week to accomplish my goals. I DID accomplish my goals, and if not for a couple of Australian jackasses, I could have put an exclamation on it. My goal last week was plain and simple and that was to show that I could “hang” with the guys who are mentioned with the word “legend”. I did just that, and Spike Kane admitted so on his Twitter account.
I said that after the match I would be looked at differently. When my name would be mentioned by others, it would be done so with a different tone and it is.
No longer is it Mike Laszlo, man who needs to take the next step.
No longer is it Mike Laszlo, dominator of the mid-card, but when he gets to the upper echelon, can’t cut it.
I showed it last week when it was about respect.
This week isn’t about respect.
This week is about glory; this week is about fame, this week is about adding points to my cache in the Heir To The Throne Tournament.
Last week, and the week before, Lex Sense jumped out to a huge lead. While I was busy taking care of my personal affairs, he went on a tear like no other. So rather than being at the top looking down, I find myself playing catch up.
How do I catch up to the beast known as Lex Sense?
WIN!
I take every shortcut needed; I beat every man who gets in my path. I do what I do best despite what the record may say and that is WRESTLE!
This Monday I get in the ring against three other men who look to achieve the same goal as me. They want to get a jumpstart in this tournament just like I do. I inform the three of them, and the rest of the world right now…they won’t do a damn thing against me.
The world thought that I couldn’t cut it with the big boys. The world gave their criticisms and I took them in stride. I learned from everything they had to say about me, as long as it was relevant. I’m not one to be easily humbled and despite all that has happened here in the IWF, it has yet to humble me. I’m still going to step into that ring and show why I’m better. I’m going to show you why I can beat anybody on this roster at any given time, and I will damn sure show that I deserve to be the first ever IWF Imperial Champion.
Like it or not…that’s fact.
====================
Title: A Time For Re-focus
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 9:59 AM Local Time
It was a hot humid day in Cleveland. The sun was beating down on the Earth below after a long two hour storm. The storm itself was quite the array of lightning strikes and bangs of thunder that cracked through the sky, each one like a gunshot, one after another after another. Though it was humid outside, almost to the levels of unbearable, I was inside enjoying the ice cold breeze of the air conditioning, quite the blessing in these sorts of times. I was watching film of the epic match between myself and Spike Kane, the main event of this past Monday’s Sacrifice.
Meanwhile, off to the side, I saw Alexis packing for her trip to the gym. I then saw her look over in my direction, a grin on her face, not to be confused with a full-fledged smile. After spotting it a few times as she just stood there I paused the film.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Alexis Caffrey: What do you mean, what?
Mike Laszlo: I see you looking at me out of the corner of your eye.
She walks over and literally jumps onto the couch next to me.
Alexis Caffrey: Why am I going to the gym by myself today?
Mike Laszlo: Ray said he’d help with your training. I got something I have to do. Something isn’t right with me right now.
Alexis Caffrey: Ray’s nice and all, but he’s kind of scary.
I couldn’t help but give a sly chuckle. Ray was a big guy at six foot six, two hundred and seventy-six pounds.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry babe. He’ll be gentle. I told him to work on the strikes with you. Someone else will be there to spar with you. He’s just coaching.
Alexis Caffrey: I guess, but I’d rather be there with you.
Mike Laszlo: I can’t right now. I gotta focus on me. I know that might sound selfish, but this losing thing is a whole new thing for me.
Alexis Caffrey: You’ve lost before.
Mike Laszlo: I know. This is different. This is turning into a trend, one that I don’t want to continue. I have one win in the IWF and this week is huge.
Alexis Caffrey: I understand.
She pops off the couch just as rambunctiously as she jumped on it and grabbed her bag from the table. Slinging it over her shoulder she leaned over in front of me.
Alexis Caffrey: If you’re bored, stop by will ya?
Mike Laszlo: I will.
She leaned in and kissed me before turning and heading for the door.
Mike Laszlo: Hey.
Alexis Caffrey: What?
Mike Laszlo: Be careful.
Alexis Caffrey: I will.
She heads out the door as I turn my attention back to the screen, resuming the play of the match from the past Monday. As I watch it I begin thinking aloud.
Mike Laszlo: She thinks she understands, and I love her for trying, but she doesn’t get it. This losing thing isn’t what I do. It’s not what I portray. It’s not what I’m about.
As I stare at the screen, I see the end of the match where Criminal Intent interrupts the proceedings, costing me the match via disqualification.
Mike Laszlo: Those sons of bitches. I get that they have a vendetta, but why the hell do they gotta go and stick their noses in MY business. I wanted to show the world that I was better than Spike Kane, and not just his equal.
Deciding not to watch the end of Sacrifice, I turn off the TV and toss the remote onto the coffee table creating a bit of a thud. As I stood up from my seat I walked to the basement and descended the stairs. Looking to my right I saw the heavy bag and the equipment I had used for so long that it was beginning to wear thin. I grabbed hold of the gloves and started pounding away at the bag, each punch getting more and more vicious then the last as I thought more and more about my tenure in the IWF.
I wanted more.
I expected more.
I AM MORE!
With each pounding blow I felt as if I was taking the frustration in my mind and letting it all out on the defenseless punching bag. There certainly was a lot of frustration as I beat the hell out of that thing for about forty-five minutes.
Something was missing though. Something didn’t feel right. I was going through the motions again as I’ve done in the past. I was becoming disinterested. I was focusing more on being the good boyfriend, the expert trainer, and not on what I wanted, being the best possible wrestler on the entire planet. It was time to get back to basics. It was time to refocus. There was one man who could bring out the best in me like no other.
Not because he was good.
Not because he was better than me.
NOBODY is better than me.
He could bring out the best because he knew me like nobody in the IWF ever could. I don’t mean Ray, because he’s busy helping me with Alexis. There was another man who had been my partner in wrestling for the better part of three years. A man who I had won many tag team titles with, a man I have sparred with; a man who has traveled up and down the road with me and knows some things that nobody else would know. It was time to make a phone call.
Walking back upstairs, I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and pressed some buttons to get a contact on my phone. Holding it up to my ear I waited for the answer.
?: Hello?
Mike Laszlo: It’s me. What are you doing?
?: Nothing, what’s up?
Mike Laszlo: I need your help.
?: Anything.
Mike Laszlo: It’s time to get back to basics.
?: Enough said. Next week?
Mike Laszlo: Fine.
With that, I hung up the phone. It was time to focus on being the best damn wrestler anyone has ever seen. It was time to get back to what made me the successful person that I am today in this industry, the known name that I am. It was time to go back to that place where only I mattered. It starts today and continues on for the foreseeable future. It goes on until I become CHAMPION!
====================
For weeks now, be it on Twitter, or on the microphone, my focus has been split. There has always been that nagging that I wanted the one on one match with Spike Kane. That match has come and gone, and now I can do what I’ve done for the last eight years, succeed.
It didn’t matter the company…
It didn’t matter the allies…
It didn’t matter the obstacles…
It didn’t matter the opponent.
I succeeded at every opportunity in the long run and I am one of the most recognizable names in the professional wrestling industry.
That’s not what this week is about though is it?
It’s not about you knowing my name, because quite frankly, I’ve never heard of any of you in this match until here. The names Deathtrain, Mike Muchado, Miguel Muchado, whatever, and Cable Arcane mean absolutely not a damn thing to me; nor will they after this match.
I don’t care what the people say about you.
I don’t care that Arcane was trained by Angel, or that Deathtrain has a darkness to him, or that Muchado has an identity complex.
None of it matters for you are all simply obstacles to me achieving what I have set out to do. You are all opponents with your strengths and your weaknesses. You are all men with similar goals of recognition. You all want to be what I want to be, not just Imperial Champion, but the first of its kind. It just can’t happen.
It just can’t happen, because only one of us will get to the top in this Heir to the Throne tournament. Us combined with the other four: Lex Sense, Joe Everyman, Benard de Montfort, and Ryan Shane are all looking to do something that will go down in history. We are looking to have our names etched not in stone, but in gold, as something that nobody can ever…EVER…take away from us.
For the last few weeks my focus has waned quite a bit, this week there is nothing to divide said attention. This week my focus is on one thing and one thing only, defeating the three men I step in the ring with, adding my points, and climbing the ladder of success.
The following is a warning to all in the IWF but more importantly this week for the others who stand in that ring with me…
It’s good news for me, and extremely bad for you…
The focus is back.
I am back to the man I was before all this Spike Kane business came to light.
I’m not out for respect because what I do in that ring will earn enough of that. I’m out to win. I’m out to be the best. I want the Imperial Title around my waist. I will take any measure to get it. In the end…I WILL HAVE THE IMPERIAL TITLE!
Well howdy there pardner.