Post by Mike Laszlo on Jun 12, 2017 4:18:55 GMT
I’ve been waiting for this moment.
The scene comes to and I’m sitting on a bench in the gym, drenched in sweat, beads of it dripping down my face, some falling off and hitting the concrete floor beneath me. I look up at the camera with a smile on my face.
Yes, that’s right...waiting. You see, despite what some might say, and others may think, I haven’t hid from anything. When you’ve been a proven commodity like myself for so long, you get to pick and choose when it is you fight, and who it’s against.
I did it when I came back and proved to Rob Diamond that he wasn’t the self-proclaimed “Greatest of All Time”. I did it when Steve Awesome wanted to have a little friendly rivalry, I showed him who the true “Face of the Franchise” was.
I came back at Survival of the Fittest and laid a claim to the new “IT” man in the company, only to have his in-fighting of his little high school clique stop me from getting what I wanted because it was seen as a “story”. It was the cool thing because they shoved themselves down the throats of the masses until the regurgitation just plain tasted like shit.
A smirk crosses my face, I can’t help but chuckle, knowing that the moment has finally come.
I tried avenues of getting to the man who calls himself “The Best in the World”. I tried the Roulette and unfortunately, that didn’t go as well as I wanted, and since, I’ve had to sit back and wait because I felt it necessary to allow Andrew Jacobsen his time in the spotlight. I didn’t want to steal that from him. I’ve had it done, and it doesn’t sit well...trust me.
I shrug my shoulders.
Now that he’s beaten Cable, I guess the waiting game is finally over. So now what for the man who screams at the top of his lungs that he’s the “Best in the World” hoping and praying that the world believes him. Wishing upon a star that his cries be heard by all who listen.
There’s a problem though.
If Andrew Jacobsen beat you...doesn’t that mean he’s better than you? The fact he took your title from you and left you wondering “how” is a testament to that. However, that’s not the only problem you have in your claim Cable. Think back...a long, long time ago. You know...when you FIRST got here. I know, you left, got better, and came back, and I applaud you for that, really, I do, but back then, when you first were here...I’m pretty sure...someone else beat you...who could that be?
I hold my hand to my chin, a look of confusion across my face as my eyes dart from side to side, trying my hardest to figure out just who it could be. My eyes grow wide as I slowly turn my gaze upon the camera in front of me.
Could it be?
IT IS!
IT WAS ME!
I wave my hand in front of the camera as if to say “Noooooooo…” in a sarcastic manner.
I know, you want to forget about the past, but therein lies that problem you have Cable. If you forget about the past, you’re doomed to repeat it. So let me remind you. Let me take you back to November 24, 2013. Let me take you back to a Streetfight...I know...barbaric right? Let me remind you of how I had you tangled in between a railing on the steps, ripping your arm out of socket to the point you passed out from the pain. That’s right...the so-called “Best in the World”’s body gave out on him then...as his mind does now.
I’ve beaten you before Cable, and I’ll do it again. There won’t be any hiding behind your little clique’s issues as they no longer exist. There won’t be anymore ducking my challenge that I laid out for you on live television. Hell, there’s not even a championship on the line here...just pride.
The pride of a man who calls himself the “Best...period” against the man who calls himself the “Best in the World”, against the man who proclaims himself a God. I’m picking my spot, the waiting is done...it’s time to reassert myself where I belong, and not some phony tough guy, or some wannabe God is going to stop me from doing so.
The question always asked, especially in this business is, “What have you done lately?” Well...last I checked...I’ve been winning...whenever I’ve been booked whether it’s Steve Awesome, or that idiot James Gillmore, or Johnny Gillmen at the time, my hand has been raised. The two of you...well...you’ve lost.
I hope your ready for both of those streaks to continue...oh, and don’t worry Spike...I’ll get to you in a bit…
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Title: Family Man Pt. 1
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 1:52 AM Local Time
You ever have one of those dreams that are just so strange, you can’t help but open your eyes, sit up in bed and say to yourself, “What the fuck?”. I’m talking one of those dreams where it doesn’t even feel like you’re dreaming. You’re right there, live in the action. If something hurts, it legit hurts. Every emotion you feel in said dream is felt when you wake up and your heart is pounding a mile a minute.
That’s the kind of dream I just woke up from, and since it’s fresh in my head, let me explain it to you.
I’m running through the woods. In front of me are a group of men and women, five all together and as I turn my head, there’s just this vicious horde of...I don’t even know what to call them...things, beings, two legged, flesh torn apart, chasing us. We get to a compound deep in the woods, from first glance I’d say a factory and the three men, myself included, turn to close the gates and the horde smashes up against it. It was so real that I felt their force and apparently, as I’d be told in a bit, it literally shook my body. The guy next to me gets the lock on the gate and we take a few steps back, watching as the horde charges the gate time and time again. We realize they’re about to break through and we start running from the gate toward a flight of stairs when there’s a huge crashing sound and they flood the compound.
I know, this just seems weird, but it all fits...trust me.
As we’re running, I turn at last second, all while grabbing hold of the rail to pull myself up the steps, only to see my daughter standing in front of the horde.
Mike Laszlo: BRITNEY! RUN!
I ran toward her as she turned screaming, tears flowing down her eyes, I tried to get there in time, but her little legs could only carry her so far and just as I grabbed her hand she was pulled from my grasp, deep into the group. I could hear her screams until there was nothing left to hear as I fell backwards on the ground. I could hear the other’s calling my name in one of those hollowed echoing sounds, but all I could think about was my daughter being ripped from my grasp. I was paralyzed in guilt and sorrow as the horde lunged for me and just as they were about to get to me I woke up...shooting up from the pillow, Alexis grabbing my by the shoulder as I yelled my daughter’s name.
Mike Laszlo: BRITNEY!
I was panting...my heart I feel could literally be seen jumping out of my chest. I heard Alexis trying to calm me down.
Alexis Caffrey: It’s okay Mike. It was only a dream. Brit is fine...she’s in her room sleeping.
I looked at her as she nodded to me, reassuring me that things were okay. I felt my heart slowing down, and my breathing starting to subside.
Mike Laszlo: God damn, what a dream. I literally felt like she was ripped from my arms and just like that, she was gone.
Alexis Caffrey: Well it was just a dream.
I rubbed my face with both hands, pulling them up over my head, feeling the cold sweat on the back of my neck. I took a deep breath and seemingly let out every bit of air in my lungs.
Britney Laszlo: DADDY!
My head snapped to the door as I jumped out of bed, Alexis following me as we ran down the hall, throwing the door to her room open. I looked down at my little girl, asleep in her bed. She was tossing and turning, maybe even having the same nightmare I was having, who knows? I told Alexis it was okay to head back to bed and as she walked off, I walked into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I put my hand on her shoulder and shook her gently in an attempt to wake her from her bad dream.
Mike Laszlo: Sweetheart, wake up, it’s okay.
A few more shakes and I watched her little eyes open slowly.
Britney Laszlo: Da...daddy?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, it’s me.
She sat up in bed, her little arms pushing her back toward the headboard.
Mike Laszlo: Were you having a bad dream?
She nodded, still too sleepy to talk.
Mike Laszlo: Well you’re okay now.
I turned, swinging a leg up onto the bed while sitting up next to her against the headboard.
Mike Laszlo: What was your dream about?
Britney Laszlo: I was told that I was never going to see you again.
Mike Laszlo: Who told you that?
Britney Laszlo: The Shadow Man.
I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in. I felt her arms wrap as far as they could around me and heard the sadness in her voice.
Britney Laszlo: Daddy, don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone.
I wanted to do everything in my power to make her feel safe. I wanted to say the right thing, and do the right thing, and so I took my best swing at it.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t you worry, I’m not going anywhere. I mean, there’s work and stuff, but I’ll never leave you behind. You and Alexis are the two most important things in the world to me, and I promise you that nothing will ever keep us apart.
Britney Laszlo: Not even the Shadow Man?
I couldn’t help but chuckle as she pulled away, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes. I shook my head, reassuring her.
Mike Laszlo: Not even the Shadow Man. If I see the Shadow Man...I’ll kick his butt...just like I do those guys on TV.
She wiped the tears from her eyes with her tiny hands and looked up at me with a smile.
Britney Laszlo: Promise?
Mike Laszlo: Pinky swear.
I stuck out my pinkie and she wrapped her’s around it. I then stood from the bed and readjusted her, tucking her in under her blanket.
Mike Laszlo: Next time you have a dream about the Shadow Man, just think of Daddy kicking his butt...and I’ll jump right in your dream and do it, okay?
She nodded.
Mike Laszlo: Alright sweetie, time to go back to sleep. Goodnight.
I turned to leave the room, but it was never that easy.
Britney Laszlo: Daddy?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah?
Britney Laszlo: Can you lay with me until I fall asleep?
I turned with a smile on my face.
Mike Laszlo: Of course.
I get in the bed and watch her try to fall asleep as the scene fades.
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And then there’s Spike Kane. I told you I would get to you later, and in fact...it’s been a couple days since I filmed the little rant on the inflated ego known as Cable Arcane. So...that said...let’s have some fun, shall we Spike?
The scene fades in and I’m sitting comfortably behind my desk, a nice office setting behind me, the numerous championships I’ve won displayed prominently behind me, and a huge smile on my face that quickly dissipates to seriousness...real quick.
I’m not an idiot Spike. I’m also not a fool who has to come out here and insult my opponents to get under their skin while we’re in the ring...though that doesn’t mean I won’t; and to that degree, why is it you deem yourself a “God”?
I shrug my shoulders, then start spouting off a few questions that should not be answered as they are rhetorical.
Could it be a jealousy of Angel? I mean I know you’ve had the moniker of the “God of Xtreme” for quite sometime, but just recently you’ve really got the God Complex down, and to be honest...it’s only in your own head in which you are this said God.
In all honesty, you’ve looked like a broken man for quite some time. You’ve looked every bit as mortal as the man standing next to you, the man selling popcorn, and the man parking cars. You’ve let emotions get to you, and yes, the reasons why are indeed tragic, but if you were a TRUE God among men, you’d be able to set those aside, and it’s quite clear that you can’t, and you’ve never been able to.
God? Please.
I shake my head and put my hands on my chest.
I’m not naive Spike. I know that in that ring you’re one of the most dangerous men in this company, hell, this industry. I’d be a fool not to recognize that. Goddamn it the fact that you’re one of the few people on this roster I haven’t beaten one on one is a fact that quite frankly pisses me off.
But to come out and just sling insults like a petulant little kid, at least I thought, was beneath someone like you. You called me irrelevant, and yet, Roberto thought it a good idea to throw me in this match. Maybe the ratings have been down since the Roulette? Maybe the ratings have sucked the entire time that I’ve been gone and it’s quite funny because I’m pretty sure that’s about the time you’ve gone on such a dominant reign as the Man of Steel.
Hmm, interesting.
i shrug my shoulders in a segway act.
Speaking of...where’s that championship? Shouldn’t you still have it around your waist if you're so “Godly”?
I feign confusion.
THAT’S RIGHT! YOU LOST IT! You got outsmarted by some kid who came in with a briefcase and swooped right in, taking the thing you’ve held so close to you for so long while defeating the likes of James Gilmore, Bob Pooler, and a host of other nobodies that the world knows can’t hold your panties.
The fact that you ridicule any single title reign is a joke Spike. The fact that you call yourself a “God” is a joke.
You’re a mere mortal. You’re the bully on the playground who walks around picking on the more intelligent kids until one day, one of those kids stands up and punches you straight in the face. You get red in the face from embarrassment. You can feel your blood boiling. In the end, you’re not going to a damn thing about it.
I stand from my desk.
So listen, and listen good, I know your brains are scrambled from all the shots you’ve taken to the head over the years. I know your emotions are building up in that fucked up head of yours because it’s that time of the month; BUT KNOW THIS!
I come and go as I please...because I can. When I show up...I win. I chose to come back at Sacrifice. I chose to insert myself into this little match we have going on because I can. Spike, Cable, I have goals in mind. I have things that I want to do in this company, right here and right now, just as the two of you do. I’m telling you that I have more ambition that either of you. I’m telling you that I am here to fight the two of you to the death if need be. In the end, I’m here to beat the two of you into the piles of shit that you are.
You can talk all the talk about the past. You can tell me I live there. You can pat yourselves on the back for being here week in and week out all you want, but the fact of the matter, the truth that stares you two pathetic, whining bitches in the face as I speak is the fact that I stand in front of you a man on a mission. I stand in front of you as the man who has always, since the day I stepped foot in this damn company, has called himself the “Best...period”; and this coming Monday, live on Sacrifice in front of the world, I’m stepping through those ropes, I’m punching you both in the face, and I’m not only going to get away with it, I’m going to win the match and show the world that all along...I wasn’t wrong.
Do you know why this is going to happen gentlemen? And I use that term ever so loosely…
That’s right...BECAUSE...I...CAN!
The camera zooms in on my face. My eyes are stone cold, and my gaze is unmistakable. I mean what I’ve said, and this Monday...it will be war.
The scene comes to and I’m sitting on a bench in the gym, drenched in sweat, beads of it dripping down my face, some falling off and hitting the concrete floor beneath me. I look up at the camera with a smile on my face.
Yes, that’s right...waiting. You see, despite what some might say, and others may think, I haven’t hid from anything. When you’ve been a proven commodity like myself for so long, you get to pick and choose when it is you fight, and who it’s against.
I did it when I came back and proved to Rob Diamond that he wasn’t the self-proclaimed “Greatest of All Time”. I did it when Steve Awesome wanted to have a little friendly rivalry, I showed him who the true “Face of the Franchise” was.
I came back at Survival of the Fittest and laid a claim to the new “IT” man in the company, only to have his in-fighting of his little high school clique stop me from getting what I wanted because it was seen as a “story”. It was the cool thing because they shoved themselves down the throats of the masses until the regurgitation just plain tasted like shit.
A smirk crosses my face, I can’t help but chuckle, knowing that the moment has finally come.
I tried avenues of getting to the man who calls himself “The Best in the World”. I tried the Roulette and unfortunately, that didn’t go as well as I wanted, and since, I’ve had to sit back and wait because I felt it necessary to allow Andrew Jacobsen his time in the spotlight. I didn’t want to steal that from him. I’ve had it done, and it doesn’t sit well...trust me.
I shrug my shoulders.
Now that he’s beaten Cable, I guess the waiting game is finally over. So now what for the man who screams at the top of his lungs that he’s the “Best in the World” hoping and praying that the world believes him. Wishing upon a star that his cries be heard by all who listen.
There’s a problem though.
If Andrew Jacobsen beat you...doesn’t that mean he’s better than you? The fact he took your title from you and left you wondering “how” is a testament to that. However, that’s not the only problem you have in your claim Cable. Think back...a long, long time ago. You know...when you FIRST got here. I know, you left, got better, and came back, and I applaud you for that, really, I do, but back then, when you first were here...I’m pretty sure...someone else beat you...who could that be?
I hold my hand to my chin, a look of confusion across my face as my eyes dart from side to side, trying my hardest to figure out just who it could be. My eyes grow wide as I slowly turn my gaze upon the camera in front of me.
Could it be?
IT IS!
IT WAS ME!
I wave my hand in front of the camera as if to say “Noooooooo…” in a sarcastic manner.
I know, you want to forget about the past, but therein lies that problem you have Cable. If you forget about the past, you’re doomed to repeat it. So let me remind you. Let me take you back to November 24, 2013. Let me take you back to a Streetfight...I know...barbaric right? Let me remind you of how I had you tangled in between a railing on the steps, ripping your arm out of socket to the point you passed out from the pain. That’s right...the so-called “Best in the World”’s body gave out on him then...as his mind does now.
I’ve beaten you before Cable, and I’ll do it again. There won’t be any hiding behind your little clique’s issues as they no longer exist. There won’t be anymore ducking my challenge that I laid out for you on live television. Hell, there’s not even a championship on the line here...just pride.
The pride of a man who calls himself the “Best...period” against the man who calls himself the “Best in the World”, against the man who proclaims himself a God. I’m picking my spot, the waiting is done...it’s time to reassert myself where I belong, and not some phony tough guy, or some wannabe God is going to stop me from doing so.
The question always asked, especially in this business is, “What have you done lately?” Well...last I checked...I’ve been winning...whenever I’ve been booked whether it’s Steve Awesome, or that idiot James Gillmore, or Johnny Gillmen at the time, my hand has been raised. The two of you...well...you’ve lost.
I hope your ready for both of those streaks to continue...oh, and don’t worry Spike...I’ll get to you in a bit…
==============================================
Title: Family Man Pt. 1
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 1:52 AM Local Time
You ever have one of those dreams that are just so strange, you can’t help but open your eyes, sit up in bed and say to yourself, “What the fuck?”. I’m talking one of those dreams where it doesn’t even feel like you’re dreaming. You’re right there, live in the action. If something hurts, it legit hurts. Every emotion you feel in said dream is felt when you wake up and your heart is pounding a mile a minute.
That’s the kind of dream I just woke up from, and since it’s fresh in my head, let me explain it to you.
I’m running through the woods. In front of me are a group of men and women, five all together and as I turn my head, there’s just this vicious horde of...I don’t even know what to call them...things, beings, two legged, flesh torn apart, chasing us. We get to a compound deep in the woods, from first glance I’d say a factory and the three men, myself included, turn to close the gates and the horde smashes up against it. It was so real that I felt their force and apparently, as I’d be told in a bit, it literally shook my body. The guy next to me gets the lock on the gate and we take a few steps back, watching as the horde charges the gate time and time again. We realize they’re about to break through and we start running from the gate toward a flight of stairs when there’s a huge crashing sound and they flood the compound.
I know, this just seems weird, but it all fits...trust me.
As we’re running, I turn at last second, all while grabbing hold of the rail to pull myself up the steps, only to see my daughter standing in front of the horde.
Mike Laszlo: BRITNEY! RUN!
I ran toward her as she turned screaming, tears flowing down her eyes, I tried to get there in time, but her little legs could only carry her so far and just as I grabbed her hand she was pulled from my grasp, deep into the group. I could hear her screams until there was nothing left to hear as I fell backwards on the ground. I could hear the other’s calling my name in one of those hollowed echoing sounds, but all I could think about was my daughter being ripped from my grasp. I was paralyzed in guilt and sorrow as the horde lunged for me and just as they were about to get to me I woke up...shooting up from the pillow, Alexis grabbing my by the shoulder as I yelled my daughter’s name.
Mike Laszlo: BRITNEY!
I was panting...my heart I feel could literally be seen jumping out of my chest. I heard Alexis trying to calm me down.
Alexis Caffrey: It’s okay Mike. It was only a dream. Brit is fine...she’s in her room sleeping.
I looked at her as she nodded to me, reassuring me that things were okay. I felt my heart slowing down, and my breathing starting to subside.
Mike Laszlo: God damn, what a dream. I literally felt like she was ripped from my arms and just like that, she was gone.
Alexis Caffrey: Well it was just a dream.
I rubbed my face with both hands, pulling them up over my head, feeling the cold sweat on the back of my neck. I took a deep breath and seemingly let out every bit of air in my lungs.
Britney Laszlo: DADDY!
My head snapped to the door as I jumped out of bed, Alexis following me as we ran down the hall, throwing the door to her room open. I looked down at my little girl, asleep in her bed. She was tossing and turning, maybe even having the same nightmare I was having, who knows? I told Alexis it was okay to head back to bed and as she walked off, I walked into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I put my hand on her shoulder and shook her gently in an attempt to wake her from her bad dream.
Mike Laszlo: Sweetheart, wake up, it’s okay.
A few more shakes and I watched her little eyes open slowly.
Britney Laszlo: Da...daddy?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, it’s me.
She sat up in bed, her little arms pushing her back toward the headboard.
Mike Laszlo: Were you having a bad dream?
She nodded, still too sleepy to talk.
Mike Laszlo: Well you’re okay now.
I turned, swinging a leg up onto the bed while sitting up next to her against the headboard.
Mike Laszlo: What was your dream about?
Britney Laszlo: I was told that I was never going to see you again.
Mike Laszlo: Who told you that?
Britney Laszlo: The Shadow Man.
I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in. I felt her arms wrap as far as they could around me and heard the sadness in her voice.
Britney Laszlo: Daddy, don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone.
I wanted to do everything in my power to make her feel safe. I wanted to say the right thing, and do the right thing, and so I took my best swing at it.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t you worry, I’m not going anywhere. I mean, there’s work and stuff, but I’ll never leave you behind. You and Alexis are the two most important things in the world to me, and I promise you that nothing will ever keep us apart.
Britney Laszlo: Not even the Shadow Man?
I couldn’t help but chuckle as she pulled away, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes. I shook my head, reassuring her.
Mike Laszlo: Not even the Shadow Man. If I see the Shadow Man...I’ll kick his butt...just like I do those guys on TV.
She wiped the tears from her eyes with her tiny hands and looked up at me with a smile.
Britney Laszlo: Promise?
Mike Laszlo: Pinky swear.
I stuck out my pinkie and she wrapped her’s around it. I then stood from the bed and readjusted her, tucking her in under her blanket.
Mike Laszlo: Next time you have a dream about the Shadow Man, just think of Daddy kicking his butt...and I’ll jump right in your dream and do it, okay?
She nodded.
Mike Laszlo: Alright sweetie, time to go back to sleep. Goodnight.
I turned to leave the room, but it was never that easy.
Britney Laszlo: Daddy?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah?
Britney Laszlo: Can you lay with me until I fall asleep?
I turned with a smile on my face.
Mike Laszlo: Of course.
I get in the bed and watch her try to fall asleep as the scene fades.
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And then there’s Spike Kane. I told you I would get to you later, and in fact...it’s been a couple days since I filmed the little rant on the inflated ego known as Cable Arcane. So...that said...let’s have some fun, shall we Spike?
The scene fades in and I’m sitting comfortably behind my desk, a nice office setting behind me, the numerous championships I’ve won displayed prominently behind me, and a huge smile on my face that quickly dissipates to seriousness...real quick.
I’m not an idiot Spike. I’m also not a fool who has to come out here and insult my opponents to get under their skin while we’re in the ring...though that doesn’t mean I won’t; and to that degree, why is it you deem yourself a “God”?
I shrug my shoulders, then start spouting off a few questions that should not be answered as they are rhetorical.
Could it be a jealousy of Angel? I mean I know you’ve had the moniker of the “God of Xtreme” for quite sometime, but just recently you’ve really got the God Complex down, and to be honest...it’s only in your own head in which you are this said God.
In all honesty, you’ve looked like a broken man for quite some time. You’ve looked every bit as mortal as the man standing next to you, the man selling popcorn, and the man parking cars. You’ve let emotions get to you, and yes, the reasons why are indeed tragic, but if you were a TRUE God among men, you’d be able to set those aside, and it’s quite clear that you can’t, and you’ve never been able to.
God? Please.
I shake my head and put my hands on my chest.
I’m not naive Spike. I know that in that ring you’re one of the most dangerous men in this company, hell, this industry. I’d be a fool not to recognize that. Goddamn it the fact that you’re one of the few people on this roster I haven’t beaten one on one is a fact that quite frankly pisses me off.
But to come out and just sling insults like a petulant little kid, at least I thought, was beneath someone like you. You called me irrelevant, and yet, Roberto thought it a good idea to throw me in this match. Maybe the ratings have been down since the Roulette? Maybe the ratings have sucked the entire time that I’ve been gone and it’s quite funny because I’m pretty sure that’s about the time you’ve gone on such a dominant reign as the Man of Steel.
Hmm, interesting.
i shrug my shoulders in a segway act.
Speaking of...where’s that championship? Shouldn’t you still have it around your waist if you're so “Godly”?
I feign confusion.
THAT’S RIGHT! YOU LOST IT! You got outsmarted by some kid who came in with a briefcase and swooped right in, taking the thing you’ve held so close to you for so long while defeating the likes of James Gilmore, Bob Pooler, and a host of other nobodies that the world knows can’t hold your panties.
The fact that you ridicule any single title reign is a joke Spike. The fact that you call yourself a “God” is a joke.
You’re a mere mortal. You’re the bully on the playground who walks around picking on the more intelligent kids until one day, one of those kids stands up and punches you straight in the face. You get red in the face from embarrassment. You can feel your blood boiling. In the end, you’re not going to a damn thing about it.
I stand from my desk.
So listen, and listen good, I know your brains are scrambled from all the shots you’ve taken to the head over the years. I know your emotions are building up in that fucked up head of yours because it’s that time of the month; BUT KNOW THIS!
I come and go as I please...because I can. When I show up...I win. I chose to come back at Sacrifice. I chose to insert myself into this little match we have going on because I can. Spike, Cable, I have goals in mind. I have things that I want to do in this company, right here and right now, just as the two of you do. I’m telling you that I have more ambition that either of you. I’m telling you that I am here to fight the two of you to the death if need be. In the end, I’m here to beat the two of you into the piles of shit that you are.
You can talk all the talk about the past. You can tell me I live there. You can pat yourselves on the back for being here week in and week out all you want, but the fact of the matter, the truth that stares you two pathetic, whining bitches in the face as I speak is the fact that I stand in front of you a man on a mission. I stand in front of you as the man who has always, since the day I stepped foot in this damn company, has called himself the “Best...period”; and this coming Monday, live on Sacrifice in front of the world, I’m stepping through those ropes, I’m punching you both in the face, and I’m not only going to get away with it, I’m going to win the match and show the world that all along...I wasn’t wrong.
Do you know why this is going to happen gentlemen? And I use that term ever so loosely…
That’s right...BECAUSE...I...CAN!
The camera zooms in on my face. My eyes are stone cold, and my gaze is unmistakable. I mean what I’ve said, and this Monday...it will be war.