Post by Mike Laszlo on Feb 29, 2016 4:00:41 GMT
I’m trembling in my boots as we speak.
As you screen focuses in on me in front of a brick wall, I’m purposely quaking in my boots, wiggling my fingers in front of the screen, mocking the threats of one FORMER Man of Steel Champion…Rob Diamond.
Can you tell how scared I am?
I feign biting my finger nails before taking both hands and waving them downward.
Ah, forget it. Rob…you put way too much on yourself. I know, to the lame brained people like yourself who go about spreading lies, thinking highly of themselves, and not seeing the big picture, it looks like I blame you, and am targeting you out of some sort of revenge.
You couldn’t be more wrong, and you couldn’t put yourself any higher.
I kinda shrug my shoulder as if to say “What did you expect?”
This really has nothing to do with you, you’re just easy.
I nod my head sarcastically.
Now, now, we know full well that you’ve heard that before…many times in fact, but the fact of the matter is simple…I needed a way in, and there you were. You were being your brash meddlesome self and you were running your mouth and getting yourself in trouble, so who better to shut up…then you?
I push my hands forward as if to say “Pump the brakes.”
I don’t want you to get things twisted…it happens often with you. I don’t blame you for hurting me. It happened during our match, and quite frankly, it had nothing to do with you, a simple twist of the leg in the wrong direction. You know injuries, it they happen, we deal with them, and we move on, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
I came here to make a name for myself and contrary to popular belief among you no good lying bastards, I’ve done quite a job at doing that. I’ve won the Man of Steel Title. I’ve won the Heir to the Throne Tournament. I took down one of the most cynical men in this business to date and won the Imperial Title, and I recently won this…
I reach down out of view and pull up the Joker in the Pack Briefcase.
As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I shoved your stupid ass off of a ladder to get it. I’m pretty sure I earned it…just like the Heir to the Throne, just like I became the only man in this damn company to ever make Angel tap out in the center of the ring to win the Extinction Event two years ago.
I bring my hand down over my face, stroking the facial hair.
Face it Rob, I’m everything you wish you could be. I have everything you wish you had. You claim you’re the Greatest Of All Time, and this is your chance to prove that once and for all. You get to do it at an amply named Pay Per View in Danger Zone. You get to do it in a match of my choosing; and that match is…
I start laughing.
Don’t you wish you could find out now?
You don’t get that opportunity. You have to wait til the bell rings, til I tell you.
I point to the camera.
I want you to know that compared to the Cell match, this match will be more brutal, more versatile, more innovative than that match could ever be. This match will test your mental and physical limits, limits I’m sure you could reach, limits I’m sure I will push you past into a whole new world where you will fail to survive…MY WORLD where only I survive.
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Title: You Can Only Understand If You’ve Been There
Location: Las Vegas, NV
Time: 10:21 AM Local Time
The sweat was dripping down my face as if I were in the shower, and yet I was punching away at the bag with a ferocity that I hadn’t been doing so in quite some time. A few more shots and I tore the gloves off my hands and dropped them on the ground below me. I turned and grabbed my Gatorade off the shelf, drinking down half of the contents before putting it back and moving on to the leg press machine.
Mike Laszlo: Ray, some help?
Ray Gross: Yeah man.
He spotted me as we loaded some weights on the machine. I laid back and started pressing away. I did a few reps and then nodded at him. He added another weight. We were testing the surgically repaired knee, and though I felt strain, it wasn’t enough to make me stop. I pressed and pressed until I could barely feel my legs and nodded at him again. He grabbed hold of the press and pulled it into its resting position.
Ray Gross: Man, you’re busting your ass.
Mike Laszlo: Have to. Now that the big return is over, it’s time for the first real match back.
Ray Gross: Yeah, I was watching. You versus Rob again?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. I want to end this on a regular note. No excuses for anyone, me and him, one on one, let there be a winner.
Ray Gross: Sounds like you.
Before he could say anything more, we heard some footsteps on the cement floor.
Alexis Caffrey: Looking good sexy.
She giggled as I looked over with a smirk on my face.
Mike Laszlo: Not as good as you in that spandex.
Ray Gross: You two are making me sick.
I rolled my eyes as he extended his hand and pulled me off the machine by the hand. I grabbed hold of the hanging towel and wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead, grabbing the Gatorade again and finishing its contents, tossing it through the air, and making it into the large trash can.
Alexis Caffrey: You ready?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, let me shake the limp out of my leg.
Alexis Caffrey: The limp? Did you hurt yourself?
I shook my head.
Mike Laszlo: No. I just kept going til my legs turned to Jello.
Alexis Caffrey: Well we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.
Mike Laszlo: Nah, it’s good to push. Just give me a sec.
I grabbed hold of my shoe and started some stretching as well as just some general side to side shaking to get the numbness from my leg. I do some other jumping and what not and clap my hands, startling everyone.
Mike Laszlo: ALRIGHT! LET’S GO!
She shook her head and tightened her ponytail as the two of us approached the door to the outside world that is the Vegas Strip.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, dude, we’ll be back later.
Ray Gross: Later.
The two of us stepped outside and started a jog down the street.
Alexis Caffrey: You look ready.
Mike Laszlo: More than I could ever be. It’s like the surgery made my knee stronger. I’m quicker, stronger, faster, more agile…it’s great. I can’t wait to hear that music hit, walk through that curtain and soak in all the adrenaline as those people boo the shit out of me.
Alexis Caffrey: It really is a rush isn’t it?
Mike Laszlo: Like no other kind. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed all of it, and before the injury, I never once thought I’d catch myself saying that. I was starting to hate all of it. I didn’t want to travel each week. I didn’t want to stand in front of a camera. I didn’t want to beat myself up, and I didn’t care about the rush, the fans, anything. That’s all changed.
We turned the corner and headed down an alley.
Alexis Caffrey: I guess what they say is true.
Mike Laszlo: What’s that?
Alexis Caffrey: You don’t know how much you’ll miss something until it isn’t there anymore.
Mike Laszlo: Totally. It’s almost like a whole new beginning and to be honest, I can’t wait for it to start.
Alexis Caffrey: I can’t wait to be there with you every bit of the way.
We keep running and I look ahead.
Mike Laszlo: Hey, Starbucks!
Alexis Caffrey: OOOOHHH! I’LL RACE YOU!
We both take off for the café as the scene fades. For your information…I let her win like any good husband would when it comes to interrupting his loving wife from a sweet, cold beverage.
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We’re back, and I remain in front of the wall, this time leaning back against it.
You know Rob…I can’t help but laugh when I hear you speak. It’s not because you’re funny or anything like that, it’s more WHAT you say, then it is how you say it. You see, I heard you say a couple weeks ago, you didn’t mean to hurt me all those months ago. It was an accident, shit happens, and now this time, come Danger Zone, you absolutely plan to hurt me. You plan to hurt me because I made this personal by having Alexis take out your side whore.
I push myself off the wall abruptly.
NEWS FLASH DIP SHIT…YOU MADE THIS PERSONAL!
I continue to point into the lens at Rob himself.
You started this by costing me the Imperial Title against Renee when you DIAMOND CUT MY WIFE!
Sound familiar?
I’m breathing heavily now.
You stupid son of a bitch. You made this personal, I just took it to a whole new level, and now that I know you’re out to hurt me…the sentiment is mutual.
I don’t care if I re-tear your fingers off your hand and shove them up your ass. I don’t care if you’re ignorant blonde bimbo shows up and gets hit upside the head with a foreign object. I don’t care what I have to do to beat you Rob, I don’t care what lengths I have to go to in order to show the world that Mike Laszlo is back.
If I have to kill you Rob…I will.
I settle for a moment and collect my thoughts.
You see ladies and gentlemen, I am back. I am the same man who I was when I left. I’m ruthless, uncaring, and conniving, and can’t wait to show off my talents in front of you all. I can’t wait to piss you all off with my antics, and I can’t wait to tear out the hearts of idiots like Rob Diamond on my quest back to the top of the mountain.
I have this Joker in the Pack Briefcase, and as soon as this little scuffle is over and I put Rob Diamond out of his misery, I will cash this bad boy in, and when I do, I will make history, just like my wife will at Danger Zone when I become the one and ONLY two-time Imperial Champion in IWF history.
You won’t like it.
You’ll boo.
You’ll bitch and complain behind my back in your internet chatrooms, and on Facebook, and I won’t give a damn because there’s only two things you can really do about it…nothing…and LIKE IT!
I smack the briefcase and with a smirk, wink before moving off camera as it fades to black.
As you screen focuses in on me in front of a brick wall, I’m purposely quaking in my boots, wiggling my fingers in front of the screen, mocking the threats of one FORMER Man of Steel Champion…Rob Diamond.
Can you tell how scared I am?
I feign biting my finger nails before taking both hands and waving them downward.
Ah, forget it. Rob…you put way too much on yourself. I know, to the lame brained people like yourself who go about spreading lies, thinking highly of themselves, and not seeing the big picture, it looks like I blame you, and am targeting you out of some sort of revenge.
You couldn’t be more wrong, and you couldn’t put yourself any higher.
I kinda shrug my shoulder as if to say “What did you expect?”
This really has nothing to do with you, you’re just easy.
I nod my head sarcastically.
Now, now, we know full well that you’ve heard that before…many times in fact, but the fact of the matter is simple…I needed a way in, and there you were. You were being your brash meddlesome self and you were running your mouth and getting yourself in trouble, so who better to shut up…then you?
I push my hands forward as if to say “Pump the brakes.”
I don’t want you to get things twisted…it happens often with you. I don’t blame you for hurting me. It happened during our match, and quite frankly, it had nothing to do with you, a simple twist of the leg in the wrong direction. You know injuries, it they happen, we deal with them, and we move on, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
I came here to make a name for myself and contrary to popular belief among you no good lying bastards, I’ve done quite a job at doing that. I’ve won the Man of Steel Title. I’ve won the Heir to the Throne Tournament. I took down one of the most cynical men in this business to date and won the Imperial Title, and I recently won this…
I reach down out of view and pull up the Joker in the Pack Briefcase.
As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I shoved your stupid ass off of a ladder to get it. I’m pretty sure I earned it…just like the Heir to the Throne, just like I became the only man in this damn company to ever make Angel tap out in the center of the ring to win the Extinction Event two years ago.
I bring my hand down over my face, stroking the facial hair.
Face it Rob, I’m everything you wish you could be. I have everything you wish you had. You claim you’re the Greatest Of All Time, and this is your chance to prove that once and for all. You get to do it at an amply named Pay Per View in Danger Zone. You get to do it in a match of my choosing; and that match is…
I start laughing.
Don’t you wish you could find out now?
You don’t get that opportunity. You have to wait til the bell rings, til I tell you.
I point to the camera.
I want you to know that compared to the Cell match, this match will be more brutal, more versatile, more innovative than that match could ever be. This match will test your mental and physical limits, limits I’m sure you could reach, limits I’m sure I will push you past into a whole new world where you will fail to survive…MY WORLD where only I survive.
========================================================
Title: You Can Only Understand If You’ve Been There
Location: Las Vegas, NV
Time: 10:21 AM Local Time
The sweat was dripping down my face as if I were in the shower, and yet I was punching away at the bag with a ferocity that I hadn’t been doing so in quite some time. A few more shots and I tore the gloves off my hands and dropped them on the ground below me. I turned and grabbed my Gatorade off the shelf, drinking down half of the contents before putting it back and moving on to the leg press machine.
Mike Laszlo: Ray, some help?
Ray Gross: Yeah man.
He spotted me as we loaded some weights on the machine. I laid back and started pressing away. I did a few reps and then nodded at him. He added another weight. We were testing the surgically repaired knee, and though I felt strain, it wasn’t enough to make me stop. I pressed and pressed until I could barely feel my legs and nodded at him again. He grabbed hold of the press and pulled it into its resting position.
Ray Gross: Man, you’re busting your ass.
Mike Laszlo: Have to. Now that the big return is over, it’s time for the first real match back.
Ray Gross: Yeah, I was watching. You versus Rob again?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. I want to end this on a regular note. No excuses for anyone, me and him, one on one, let there be a winner.
Ray Gross: Sounds like you.
Before he could say anything more, we heard some footsteps on the cement floor.
Alexis Caffrey: Looking good sexy.
She giggled as I looked over with a smirk on my face.
Mike Laszlo: Not as good as you in that spandex.
Ray Gross: You two are making me sick.
I rolled my eyes as he extended his hand and pulled me off the machine by the hand. I grabbed hold of the hanging towel and wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead, grabbing the Gatorade again and finishing its contents, tossing it through the air, and making it into the large trash can.
Alexis Caffrey: You ready?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, let me shake the limp out of my leg.
Alexis Caffrey: The limp? Did you hurt yourself?
I shook my head.
Mike Laszlo: No. I just kept going til my legs turned to Jello.
Alexis Caffrey: Well we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.
Mike Laszlo: Nah, it’s good to push. Just give me a sec.
I grabbed hold of my shoe and started some stretching as well as just some general side to side shaking to get the numbness from my leg. I do some other jumping and what not and clap my hands, startling everyone.
Mike Laszlo: ALRIGHT! LET’S GO!
She shook her head and tightened her ponytail as the two of us approached the door to the outside world that is the Vegas Strip.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, dude, we’ll be back later.
Ray Gross: Later.
The two of us stepped outside and started a jog down the street.
Alexis Caffrey: You look ready.
Mike Laszlo: More than I could ever be. It’s like the surgery made my knee stronger. I’m quicker, stronger, faster, more agile…it’s great. I can’t wait to hear that music hit, walk through that curtain and soak in all the adrenaline as those people boo the shit out of me.
Alexis Caffrey: It really is a rush isn’t it?
Mike Laszlo: Like no other kind. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed all of it, and before the injury, I never once thought I’d catch myself saying that. I was starting to hate all of it. I didn’t want to travel each week. I didn’t want to stand in front of a camera. I didn’t want to beat myself up, and I didn’t care about the rush, the fans, anything. That’s all changed.
We turned the corner and headed down an alley.
Alexis Caffrey: I guess what they say is true.
Mike Laszlo: What’s that?
Alexis Caffrey: You don’t know how much you’ll miss something until it isn’t there anymore.
Mike Laszlo: Totally. It’s almost like a whole new beginning and to be honest, I can’t wait for it to start.
Alexis Caffrey: I can’t wait to be there with you every bit of the way.
We keep running and I look ahead.
Mike Laszlo: Hey, Starbucks!
Alexis Caffrey: OOOOHHH! I’LL RACE YOU!
We both take off for the café as the scene fades. For your information…I let her win like any good husband would when it comes to interrupting his loving wife from a sweet, cold beverage.
========================================================
We’re back, and I remain in front of the wall, this time leaning back against it.
You know Rob…I can’t help but laugh when I hear you speak. It’s not because you’re funny or anything like that, it’s more WHAT you say, then it is how you say it. You see, I heard you say a couple weeks ago, you didn’t mean to hurt me all those months ago. It was an accident, shit happens, and now this time, come Danger Zone, you absolutely plan to hurt me. You plan to hurt me because I made this personal by having Alexis take out your side whore.
I push myself off the wall abruptly.
NEWS FLASH DIP SHIT…YOU MADE THIS PERSONAL!
I continue to point into the lens at Rob himself.
You started this by costing me the Imperial Title against Renee when you DIAMOND CUT MY WIFE!
Sound familiar?
I’m breathing heavily now.
You stupid son of a bitch. You made this personal, I just took it to a whole new level, and now that I know you’re out to hurt me…the sentiment is mutual.
I don’t care if I re-tear your fingers off your hand and shove them up your ass. I don’t care if you’re ignorant blonde bimbo shows up and gets hit upside the head with a foreign object. I don’t care what I have to do to beat you Rob, I don’t care what lengths I have to go to in order to show the world that Mike Laszlo is back.
If I have to kill you Rob…I will.
I settle for a moment and collect my thoughts.
You see ladies and gentlemen, I am back. I am the same man who I was when I left. I’m ruthless, uncaring, and conniving, and can’t wait to show off my talents in front of you all. I can’t wait to piss you all off with my antics, and I can’t wait to tear out the hearts of idiots like Rob Diamond on my quest back to the top of the mountain.
I have this Joker in the Pack Briefcase, and as soon as this little scuffle is over and I put Rob Diamond out of his misery, I will cash this bad boy in, and when I do, I will make history, just like my wife will at Danger Zone when I become the one and ONLY two-time Imperial Champion in IWF history.
You won’t like it.
You’ll boo.
You’ll bitch and complain behind my back in your internet chatrooms, and on Facebook, and I won’t give a damn because there’s only two things you can really do about it…nothing…and LIKE IT!
I smack the briefcase and with a smirk, wink before moving off camera as it fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.