Post by Mike Laszlo on Jul 7, 2013 8:54:29 GMT
This is simply not going to go on.
I have one win in six tries here in the IWF.
However, if you look at each and every match, there isn’t one of those losses that came in a head to head one-on-one setting. Ashley lost, then John Rherring. Then at Bloody Assizes, Cross came out on top as the Heavyweight Champion thanks to the failure of someone else in the match. Then there was the match with Spike Kane that ended in disqualification thanks to the two idiots from Australia. Then there was last week. I was on a roll like no other. I took out the walking identity crisis Mike Machado, I defeated the monster Deathtrain, and then, out of nowhere, I get pinned by Cable Arcane.
The kid deserves props, really, he does; but he won’t get them from me.
He got lucky and that’s the jest of things.
You can say that he earned it. You can say that he caught me in a moment of pure arrogance. You can say what you will I don’t care. He got lucky, and it won’t happen again. I said that I was focused on the Heir to the Throne tournament and there isn’t a single word closer to the truth.
I may have lost the battle last week but the war is far from over. As a matter of fact, that brings me to this week. Again, the circumstances are out of my hands. I don’t completely control my own destiny, and that is the sad part of this situation. This week, the men team with the women. The Heirs to the Throne team with the Heiresses to the Throne. What the hell is this…prom?
I mean, at least I got to team with the hotter of the two chicks.
Okay, fine, you don’t want me to be a sexist pig. I’m really not. The women have their beef, and I have mine…or do I?
I mean, to be honest, I have no quarrel with Bernard. He’s a man who despite the fact that he’s the bosses kid, strives to be great. Hell he took out Roberto Verona just to prove a point. That’s his weakness though. That’s the point where my thoughts on him go in a different direction. Sure he has skill. Sure he has the resolve, I mean he is an ex British soldier. Sure he has the cunning. What he doesn’t have is my in ring ability.
There’s not a soul on this planet that can do what I do in this ring or on this microphone. You want me to jump off the top rope? Fine, done, because I can. You want me to make someone tap out? That’s fine too, consider it done. I can give out praise with the best of them and I can tear somebody down just as fast, sometimes doing both in one quick blur. The record may not show it, but I truly am the most gifted person to step foot in a IWF ring, and there’s not one person who can show or tell me different.
So this coming Sacrifice, I want you to be at the top of your game. I want you to bring that British soldier resolve, you know, the same kind that they had back during the American Revolution. The same resolve that allows us as Americans to celebrate Independence Day on the fourth of July. Bring that resolve, bring your technical prowess, and bring forth that oh so dying need to impress “daddy” and by all means, make sure he’s watching the ole telly in the office. I guarantee you that he will be impressed in deed, but not by you. Instead, he’ll stare with a blank stare at the screen and watch as I dispatch of you as only I can.
He’ll watch and he’ll be impressed with the man who will soon represent his company as Imperial Champion.
He’ll be impressed by the best thing this company has going.
He’ll be impressed…
…by me.
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Title: Impressions…
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 1:41 PM Local Time
They say that an impression can be everlasting. That’s why when you interview for a new job or meet someone for the first time, you do your best to impress them. You hope that the image they see of you, be it the neatly kept human being who wants a job, or the nice guy next door is the lasting image they will have of you as long as you are relevant to them. Unfortunately for me, in my life, those people are few and far between. Those aren’t the kinds of impressions I get. No; the lasting impressions I’ve gotten in my personal life are drug users, alcoholics, and purely unintelligent people who continue on their path with reckless abandon into the obscurity that is the deep dark hole of stupidity and ignorance.
Now don’t get me wrong, there have been exceptions to the rule. There have been those select few who have escaped the black hole of ignorance, and stayed out of its destructive path. There’s Alexis, there’s Ray, and to a lesser extent, my own protégé. Don’t confuse my words for malice when it comes to her because that’s not the case. She once was one of those idiots. She is the true exception to the rule because at first, she had a bad impression, but over time, the opinion changed. Over time the opinion evolved and the impression was forever altered. Alas though, there are only those select few.
My siblings unfortunately, well let’s just say they’re beacons for stupidity. They draw it to them like a magnet draws metals. I don’t understand how I’m even related to them. Every time that there’s a problem in their life, they bring it to me and expect me to have the answer for them. I hate to break it to them, but I’m not God. Their problems are their own, I have enough to deal with. That won’t stop them as you’ll soon find out.
After all, impressions are the theme of the day.
There I was pacing back and forth in my living room. Alexis had the day off from training and was relaxing on the couch as I paced feverishly waiting for the knock at my door. Alexis’ eyes moved from the TV screen to me and moved along with me as I continued back and forth, waiting…impatiently. Finally, she got fed up with the anxiety I was displaying and stopped me in my tracks while scaring my daughter who was playing with her toys on other side of the room.
Alexis Caffrey: STOP!
As stated, Britney jumped, then quickly carried on with her playfulness. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked up, pulled away from the thoughts that had been running through my head. As I looked up at her she patted the cushion next to her.
Alexis Caffrey: Babe, have a seat. Relax. He’ll be here. I’m sure he has good reason.
She was right, per usual. She may have been a little animate at times, but I loved her directness. I was obsessing and really needed to relax. I’m not use to the experience I’m going through and I hate not knowing what to expect. Listening to her in all her wisdom, I walk over and have a seat next to her, slouching back into the cushion behind me while fully extending my legs in front of me in a very lax position. I placed my hands over my face and slowly ran my fingers through my hair as I let out a loud combination of a sigh and a groan. Now, not only was I anxious, but agitated as well.
Mike Laszlo: I was told he would be here at a certain time, and it’s been a half an hour since and still no sign of him.
Alexis Caffrey: He’ll be here. I’m sure. He said he would.
Mike Laszlo: I know. The thing is, he was always so punctual when we teamed together. Had to be at the gym at a certain time. Had to train a certain way. It was his way or the highway.
See what I mean by first impressions?
She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a slight giggle that pulled in my attention.
Mike Laszlo: What’s so funny?
Alexis Caffrey: Well, I know how it is.
Mike Laszlo: How what is?
Alexis Caffrey: Having someone who is so demanding when it comes to that kind of stuff. Now I know where you get it from.
It didn’t matter the circumstance, she always has been able to ease the tension. I cracked a smile but the calming effect lasted all of two second when my phone rings on the coffee table in front of us. Springing to life, I pick it up and answer without looking at the caller ID. I’ll never do that again…
Mike Laszlo: Dude, where the hell are you. I’ve been waiting for almost an hour. Huh? Wait…Kry? No, don’t come over. I’m busy. I said…
“Kry” or Krysten is my sister on my father’s side as much as I hate having to admit to it. She had the world in the palm of her hands a few years back. At the age of twenty-six, she hit the lottery for a little less than half a million dollars after taxes. Well, unlike me who decided to do things the right way and make a name of myself, she followed in the footsteps of our father. The same man who a year ago was shot in cold blood by a drug dealer in Las Vegas in front of my eyes. She blew that money in two years on drugs and alcohol. I know, pitiful right? We divided it, she spent an average of six hundred and thirty-eight dollars A DAY!
So now that she’s broke as a joke, she comes to me. She begs me for money. She asks for rides to here there and everywhere. She wants me to take her on vacations when I go to venues for shows. Sometimes I’m tempted, just so I can leave her there. After a while it just becomes too much if you get my drift. That was her impression; worthless, and that’s still, sadly, how I see her to this day.
I didn’t want her to come over. If not waiting on my meeting, I didn’t want her to interrupt the peace and quiet. Unfortunately, that’s what she did the minute she got to my front door step.
**BANG! BANG! BANG! DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG! BANG! BANG! BANG!**
Fed up with the obnoxiousness of it all, I opened the door and she stormed in, ignoring my first comment.
Mike Laszlo: Make it quick, I have a meeting.
Krysten Alves: CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS CRAP!? They told me to go to this place, pee in a cup and that’s it. Then they called it a refusal.
Mike Laszlo: There’s got to be more to it than that.
Krysten Alves: I swear!
Mike Laszlo: Don’t lie to me. You know better. What happened, and what is this all for? What the hell are you talking about…in English.
Krysten Alves: A job.
Mike Laszlo: You know what that is?
That didn’t sit well, as was evident by the sarcastic “ha ha” smirk.
Krysten Alves: Yes I know what a job is smart ass.
Mike Laszlo: My bad, go on.
Krysten Alves: So I got a job at Best Buy, and all was fine and dandy until the drug test.
Mike Laszlo: What do you mean?
Krysten Alves: If only I had kept it warm enough.
Mike Laszlo: Kept what warm enough?
Krysten Alves: The pee.
Mike Laszlo: Wait…what? How was your urine not warm enough?
Krysten Alves: It wasn’t mine.
Mike Laszlo: What!? That’s disgusting.
Krysten Alves: Hey I’m desperate. I smoked some pot a couple weeks ago and its still in my system.
Mike Laszlo: Good going. Continue…
Krysten Alves: They said it wasn’t warm enough. I could retake it that second, but I knew full well I wasn’t going to pass. So I made up all of these excuses of why I had to leave. Then they told me that if I walked out it would be a refusal, and I did.
Mike Laszlo: Walked out?
Krysten Alves: Yeah. There was no point. So no job because of that stupid crap.
Mike Laszlo: Stupid crap? The only thing stupid is the stunt you tried to pull. The only thing stupid in the whole damn scenario is YOU! How about this…and I know it’s complicated so listen carefully. STOP DOING DRUGS! You know you need a job and you know that ninety percent of the places test nowadays. So how about quitting so you can actually get a job instead of being the WORTHLESS BLOB that you are now.
Krysten Alves: I don’t need this. I’M LEAVING!
Mike Laszlo: GOOD! I DIDN’T WANT YOU HERE IN THE FIRST DAMN PLACE!
Those meetings never seem to go smooth, usually for similar reasons. She turned around and stormed out the door. Just as fast as she was here, she was gone again…thank God. As I went back into the living room, Alexis looked on with curiosity.
Alexis Caffrey: What the heck was all the screaming about?
Mike Laszlo: She’s an idiot.
Alexis Caffrey: Why this time?
Mike Laszlo: She couldn’t even fake a drug test for a job. She’s utterly worthless. I don’t even know why I claim her as a sibling.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, that’s still your blood.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t remind me. I’d say she got all of the traits but the hair from our father, but she’s so un-clean that she has the facial hair too.
Alexis Caffrey: (Giggling) That’s disgusting.
Mike Laszlo: You think I’m kidding?
Alexis Caffrey: No. I’ve seen it. Very butch-like.
Leaning back again I let out a deep sigh of frustration.
Mike Laszlo: I care for her. Just like I cared for my father. However, just like him, I honestly want nothing to do with her, and it’s for the same damn reason. It’s just so damn frustrating.
Alexis Caffrey: Don’t let it get to you baby. Don’t let them drag you down.
Mike Laszlo: It’s almost like I’m a boat and they’re the anchors holding me down.
Alexis Caffrey: Forget it. Your friend will be here soon, and you can take out all of your frustrations.
Mike Laszlo: Speaking of…where the hell is that son of a…
Alexis Caffrey: Shhh. Your daughter is right there.
Before I can respond, the phone rings again. This time, it’s the guy I’ve been waiting for.
Mike Laszlo: Dude, where the hell are you? I’ve been sitting here for like an hour.
?.?.?: I know, my bad man. I got stuck with all this family stuff over the holiday. Next week?
Mike Laszlo: So you quit wrestling and your timing goes all out of whack. What happened to the guy who made me show up to the gym at four in the morning?
?.?.?: Retirement. That’s why I retired from the ring. Now I can spend the time with my family. Besides, I’m doing you the favor. I’ll see you next week, if YOOOOOU’RE lucky.
Mike Laszlo: Ugh. I guess. You better hope I’m not as annoyed at you. Otherwise, you might not leave.
?.?.?: Keep telling yourself that.
Mike Laszlo: I’m telling you that old man. I’ll see you next week.
?.?.?: See ya.
He hangs up the phone before I get too frustrated at him and escalate this to a level where he thinks I don’t want it to go. Let this be a lesson, first impressions aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. Let your opinions evolve with the times and you’ll be much better off. Sometimes things change, and sometimes the status quo remains. That’s for us as people to find out.
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From the man with a “daddy” complex to a woman who is known as “The Siren” of the IWF, Isabella Maldini. A woman full of beauty, and the brains to use it to her advantage. Normally, I wouldn’t talk about the female in the match of whom I won’t be able to get my hands on, but I felt it a necessity.
Why?
Honestly, I don’t know.
I look around and watch when there’s mixed tag matches only to see the men talk about the men and the women about the women, and quite frankly I feel it’s time to break the status quo. I mean after all, you’re in the match and so am I, so why not discuss it?
Although I won’t be facing you at any juncture in the match, I wanted to tell you that I think you are a talented individual, and I don’t mean just your assets. Ayla will indeed have her hands full, but with me on her team, I don’t see things going wrong.
I give credit where it is due but don’t mistake that for weakness because it is actually quite the opposite. All me giving props does is let you know that I know you.
I know your strengths.
I know your weaknesses.
I can counter any move you throw at me, and do it with style.
I know when you like to execute certain strategy, and how you would like to do so.
Your five moves of doom are strategically noted.
The sequence may begin, but it sure as hell won’t end.
I lost a battle last week in the fatal four way match. That’s one of many battles to be fought in the Heir to the Throne War. One battle does not make the war. Sure, a match can turn things in my favor or it can sink me down even further, but the only thing that matters is the final battle. As long as I get to that, I have my shot to win the war. The battle is close at hand but the war is far from over.
I’ll see you on Sacrifice.
THIS war has only just begun.
I have one win in six tries here in the IWF.
However, if you look at each and every match, there isn’t one of those losses that came in a head to head one-on-one setting. Ashley lost, then John Rherring. Then at Bloody Assizes, Cross came out on top as the Heavyweight Champion thanks to the failure of someone else in the match. Then there was the match with Spike Kane that ended in disqualification thanks to the two idiots from Australia. Then there was last week. I was on a roll like no other. I took out the walking identity crisis Mike Machado, I defeated the monster Deathtrain, and then, out of nowhere, I get pinned by Cable Arcane.
The kid deserves props, really, he does; but he won’t get them from me.
He got lucky and that’s the jest of things.
You can say that he earned it. You can say that he caught me in a moment of pure arrogance. You can say what you will I don’t care. He got lucky, and it won’t happen again. I said that I was focused on the Heir to the Throne tournament and there isn’t a single word closer to the truth.
I may have lost the battle last week but the war is far from over. As a matter of fact, that brings me to this week. Again, the circumstances are out of my hands. I don’t completely control my own destiny, and that is the sad part of this situation. This week, the men team with the women. The Heirs to the Throne team with the Heiresses to the Throne. What the hell is this…prom?
I mean, at least I got to team with the hotter of the two chicks.
Okay, fine, you don’t want me to be a sexist pig. I’m really not. The women have their beef, and I have mine…or do I?
I mean, to be honest, I have no quarrel with Bernard. He’s a man who despite the fact that he’s the bosses kid, strives to be great. Hell he took out Roberto Verona just to prove a point. That’s his weakness though. That’s the point where my thoughts on him go in a different direction. Sure he has skill. Sure he has the resolve, I mean he is an ex British soldier. Sure he has the cunning. What he doesn’t have is my in ring ability.
There’s not a soul on this planet that can do what I do in this ring or on this microphone. You want me to jump off the top rope? Fine, done, because I can. You want me to make someone tap out? That’s fine too, consider it done. I can give out praise with the best of them and I can tear somebody down just as fast, sometimes doing both in one quick blur. The record may not show it, but I truly am the most gifted person to step foot in a IWF ring, and there’s not one person who can show or tell me different.
So this coming Sacrifice, I want you to be at the top of your game. I want you to bring that British soldier resolve, you know, the same kind that they had back during the American Revolution. The same resolve that allows us as Americans to celebrate Independence Day on the fourth of July. Bring that resolve, bring your technical prowess, and bring forth that oh so dying need to impress “daddy” and by all means, make sure he’s watching the ole telly in the office. I guarantee you that he will be impressed in deed, but not by you. Instead, he’ll stare with a blank stare at the screen and watch as I dispatch of you as only I can.
He’ll watch and he’ll be impressed with the man who will soon represent his company as Imperial Champion.
He’ll be impressed by the best thing this company has going.
He’ll be impressed…
…by me.
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Title: Impressions…
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 1:41 PM Local Time
They say that an impression can be everlasting. That’s why when you interview for a new job or meet someone for the first time, you do your best to impress them. You hope that the image they see of you, be it the neatly kept human being who wants a job, or the nice guy next door is the lasting image they will have of you as long as you are relevant to them. Unfortunately for me, in my life, those people are few and far between. Those aren’t the kinds of impressions I get. No; the lasting impressions I’ve gotten in my personal life are drug users, alcoholics, and purely unintelligent people who continue on their path with reckless abandon into the obscurity that is the deep dark hole of stupidity and ignorance.
Now don’t get me wrong, there have been exceptions to the rule. There have been those select few who have escaped the black hole of ignorance, and stayed out of its destructive path. There’s Alexis, there’s Ray, and to a lesser extent, my own protégé. Don’t confuse my words for malice when it comes to her because that’s not the case. She once was one of those idiots. She is the true exception to the rule because at first, she had a bad impression, but over time, the opinion changed. Over time the opinion evolved and the impression was forever altered. Alas though, there are only those select few.
My siblings unfortunately, well let’s just say they’re beacons for stupidity. They draw it to them like a magnet draws metals. I don’t understand how I’m even related to them. Every time that there’s a problem in their life, they bring it to me and expect me to have the answer for them. I hate to break it to them, but I’m not God. Their problems are their own, I have enough to deal with. That won’t stop them as you’ll soon find out.
After all, impressions are the theme of the day.
There I was pacing back and forth in my living room. Alexis had the day off from training and was relaxing on the couch as I paced feverishly waiting for the knock at my door. Alexis’ eyes moved from the TV screen to me and moved along with me as I continued back and forth, waiting…impatiently. Finally, she got fed up with the anxiety I was displaying and stopped me in my tracks while scaring my daughter who was playing with her toys on other side of the room.
Alexis Caffrey: STOP!
As stated, Britney jumped, then quickly carried on with her playfulness. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked up, pulled away from the thoughts that had been running through my head. As I looked up at her she patted the cushion next to her.
Alexis Caffrey: Babe, have a seat. Relax. He’ll be here. I’m sure he has good reason.
She was right, per usual. She may have been a little animate at times, but I loved her directness. I was obsessing and really needed to relax. I’m not use to the experience I’m going through and I hate not knowing what to expect. Listening to her in all her wisdom, I walk over and have a seat next to her, slouching back into the cushion behind me while fully extending my legs in front of me in a very lax position. I placed my hands over my face and slowly ran my fingers through my hair as I let out a loud combination of a sigh and a groan. Now, not only was I anxious, but agitated as well.
Mike Laszlo: I was told he would be here at a certain time, and it’s been a half an hour since and still no sign of him.
Alexis Caffrey: He’ll be here. I’m sure. He said he would.
Mike Laszlo: I know. The thing is, he was always so punctual when we teamed together. Had to be at the gym at a certain time. Had to train a certain way. It was his way or the highway.
See what I mean by first impressions?
She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a slight giggle that pulled in my attention.
Mike Laszlo: What’s so funny?
Alexis Caffrey: Well, I know how it is.
Mike Laszlo: How what is?
Alexis Caffrey: Having someone who is so demanding when it comes to that kind of stuff. Now I know where you get it from.
It didn’t matter the circumstance, she always has been able to ease the tension. I cracked a smile but the calming effect lasted all of two second when my phone rings on the coffee table in front of us. Springing to life, I pick it up and answer without looking at the caller ID. I’ll never do that again…
Mike Laszlo: Dude, where the hell are you. I’ve been waiting for almost an hour. Huh? Wait…Kry? No, don’t come over. I’m busy. I said…
“Kry” or Krysten is my sister on my father’s side as much as I hate having to admit to it. She had the world in the palm of her hands a few years back. At the age of twenty-six, she hit the lottery for a little less than half a million dollars after taxes. Well, unlike me who decided to do things the right way and make a name of myself, she followed in the footsteps of our father. The same man who a year ago was shot in cold blood by a drug dealer in Las Vegas in front of my eyes. She blew that money in two years on drugs and alcohol. I know, pitiful right? We divided it, she spent an average of six hundred and thirty-eight dollars A DAY!
So now that she’s broke as a joke, she comes to me. She begs me for money. She asks for rides to here there and everywhere. She wants me to take her on vacations when I go to venues for shows. Sometimes I’m tempted, just so I can leave her there. After a while it just becomes too much if you get my drift. That was her impression; worthless, and that’s still, sadly, how I see her to this day.
I didn’t want her to come over. If not waiting on my meeting, I didn’t want her to interrupt the peace and quiet. Unfortunately, that’s what she did the minute she got to my front door step.
**BANG! BANG! BANG! DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG! BANG! BANG! BANG!**
Fed up with the obnoxiousness of it all, I opened the door and she stormed in, ignoring my first comment.
Mike Laszlo: Make it quick, I have a meeting.
Krysten Alves: CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS CRAP!? They told me to go to this place, pee in a cup and that’s it. Then they called it a refusal.
Mike Laszlo: There’s got to be more to it than that.
Krysten Alves: I swear!
Mike Laszlo: Don’t lie to me. You know better. What happened, and what is this all for? What the hell are you talking about…in English.
Krysten Alves: A job.
Mike Laszlo: You know what that is?
That didn’t sit well, as was evident by the sarcastic “ha ha” smirk.
Krysten Alves: Yes I know what a job is smart ass.
Mike Laszlo: My bad, go on.
Krysten Alves: So I got a job at Best Buy, and all was fine and dandy until the drug test.
Mike Laszlo: What do you mean?
Krysten Alves: If only I had kept it warm enough.
Mike Laszlo: Kept what warm enough?
Krysten Alves: The pee.
Mike Laszlo: Wait…what? How was your urine not warm enough?
Krysten Alves: It wasn’t mine.
Mike Laszlo: What!? That’s disgusting.
Krysten Alves: Hey I’m desperate. I smoked some pot a couple weeks ago and its still in my system.
Mike Laszlo: Good going. Continue…
Krysten Alves: They said it wasn’t warm enough. I could retake it that second, but I knew full well I wasn’t going to pass. So I made up all of these excuses of why I had to leave. Then they told me that if I walked out it would be a refusal, and I did.
Mike Laszlo: Walked out?
Krysten Alves: Yeah. There was no point. So no job because of that stupid crap.
Mike Laszlo: Stupid crap? The only thing stupid is the stunt you tried to pull. The only thing stupid in the whole damn scenario is YOU! How about this…and I know it’s complicated so listen carefully. STOP DOING DRUGS! You know you need a job and you know that ninety percent of the places test nowadays. So how about quitting so you can actually get a job instead of being the WORTHLESS BLOB that you are now.
Krysten Alves: I don’t need this. I’M LEAVING!
Mike Laszlo: GOOD! I DIDN’T WANT YOU HERE IN THE FIRST DAMN PLACE!
Those meetings never seem to go smooth, usually for similar reasons. She turned around and stormed out the door. Just as fast as she was here, she was gone again…thank God. As I went back into the living room, Alexis looked on with curiosity.
Alexis Caffrey: What the heck was all the screaming about?
Mike Laszlo: She’s an idiot.
Alexis Caffrey: Why this time?
Mike Laszlo: She couldn’t even fake a drug test for a job. She’s utterly worthless. I don’t even know why I claim her as a sibling.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, that’s still your blood.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t remind me. I’d say she got all of the traits but the hair from our father, but she’s so un-clean that she has the facial hair too.
Alexis Caffrey: (Giggling) That’s disgusting.
Mike Laszlo: You think I’m kidding?
Alexis Caffrey: No. I’ve seen it. Very butch-like.
Leaning back again I let out a deep sigh of frustration.
Mike Laszlo: I care for her. Just like I cared for my father. However, just like him, I honestly want nothing to do with her, and it’s for the same damn reason. It’s just so damn frustrating.
Alexis Caffrey: Don’t let it get to you baby. Don’t let them drag you down.
Mike Laszlo: It’s almost like I’m a boat and they’re the anchors holding me down.
Alexis Caffrey: Forget it. Your friend will be here soon, and you can take out all of your frustrations.
Mike Laszlo: Speaking of…where the hell is that son of a…
Alexis Caffrey: Shhh. Your daughter is right there.
Before I can respond, the phone rings again. This time, it’s the guy I’ve been waiting for.
Mike Laszlo: Dude, where the hell are you? I’ve been sitting here for like an hour.
?.?.?: I know, my bad man. I got stuck with all this family stuff over the holiday. Next week?
Mike Laszlo: So you quit wrestling and your timing goes all out of whack. What happened to the guy who made me show up to the gym at four in the morning?
?.?.?: Retirement. That’s why I retired from the ring. Now I can spend the time with my family. Besides, I’m doing you the favor. I’ll see you next week, if YOOOOOU’RE lucky.
Mike Laszlo: Ugh. I guess. You better hope I’m not as annoyed at you. Otherwise, you might not leave.
?.?.?: Keep telling yourself that.
Mike Laszlo: I’m telling you that old man. I’ll see you next week.
?.?.?: See ya.
He hangs up the phone before I get too frustrated at him and escalate this to a level where he thinks I don’t want it to go. Let this be a lesson, first impressions aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. Let your opinions evolve with the times and you’ll be much better off. Sometimes things change, and sometimes the status quo remains. That’s for us as people to find out.
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From the man with a “daddy” complex to a woman who is known as “The Siren” of the IWF, Isabella Maldini. A woman full of beauty, and the brains to use it to her advantage. Normally, I wouldn’t talk about the female in the match of whom I won’t be able to get my hands on, but I felt it a necessity.
Why?
Honestly, I don’t know.
I look around and watch when there’s mixed tag matches only to see the men talk about the men and the women about the women, and quite frankly I feel it’s time to break the status quo. I mean after all, you’re in the match and so am I, so why not discuss it?
Although I won’t be facing you at any juncture in the match, I wanted to tell you that I think you are a talented individual, and I don’t mean just your assets. Ayla will indeed have her hands full, but with me on her team, I don’t see things going wrong.
I give credit where it is due but don’t mistake that for weakness because it is actually quite the opposite. All me giving props does is let you know that I know you.
I know your strengths.
I know your weaknesses.
I can counter any move you throw at me, and do it with style.
I know when you like to execute certain strategy, and how you would like to do so.
Your five moves of doom are strategically noted.
The sequence may begin, but it sure as hell won’t end.
I lost a battle last week in the fatal four way match. That’s one of many battles to be fought in the Heir to the Throne War. One battle does not make the war. Sure, a match can turn things in my favor or it can sink me down even further, but the only thing that matters is the final battle. As long as I get to that, I have my shot to win the war. The battle is close at hand but the war is far from over.
I’ll see you on Sacrifice.
THIS war has only just begun.
Well howdy there pardner.