Post by Mike Laszlo on Nov 23, 2012 23:59:25 GMT -6
Oh how the mighty have fallen. Right Adam?
What or better yet who am I talking about?
YOU!
You’re not fooling anyone with this passing of the torch bulls***. You’ve lost it. At one point in time you were known as the best NCW had to offer. Now? Now you’re pretty much a flunky for the current pansy…ahem, my bad, I mean current champion, Roberto Verona.
Yes you’re banging the boss, yes the two of you formed this plan with Roberto, and yes it all came to fruition when he defeated Andrew Jacobsen for the World Title. You three pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes, myself included, and for that, I commend you.
I myself am no stranger to controversy as I was once known as the “King of Controversy” which is apropos because you were once known as the “King of NCW” which at times has been pretty controversial. Now though? Now you’re a has-been who has been living on his past fame. You are the present and it is I who is the future. The problem with the current situation for you Adam is that the future isn’t too distant. As a matter of fact, the future hits you in the face this Sunday on Collision.
In the grand scheme of things, this “master plan” and I use those two words loosely was to paint Roberto Verona as the face of this company for the distant future as you once were. It was to usher in a new era of wrestling as the past their prime wrestlers slowly leave this company one by one. It was to usher in the likes of Roberto Verona, Lex Sense, and myself. Well, let me just say: thanks but no thanks.
I’m not Berto, because if I were I would have a yellow streak running down my back. If I were Berto, you would be fighting MY battles for me. If I were Berto, I would have never gone down to the ring Sunday with a steel chair in hand, looking to slam it over the head of a man who sneak attacked me. Instead I’d be hiding under Kelly’s skirt where I’m sure many other men have gone before, hiding from the inevitable.
My name, just in case you don’t know it…is Mike Laszlo. I’m the man who has blazed a path through the ranks of NCW and held the Honor Title longer than anyone else, and then went on and held the X-Title longer than anyone else in the history of this company. I’m also the man who speaks his mind on any subject manner, anytime I please and backs it up with both facts and actions. That said, here are the facts of my current situation.
I spoke my mind about being better than the current World Champion Roberto Verona and it got under his skin.
FACT!
It pissed him off enough to the point where he now wants to shut me up.
FACT!
In our three encounters, the score is Mike Laszlo two, Roberto Verona one.
FACT!
Roberto Verona shows he is a coward and sneak attacks me with a steel chair giving me a concussion.
FACT!
When it comes time to face the repercussions Roberto realizes that he left his balls in Kelly’s purse and goes to retrieve them, skipping out on the biggest ass kicking he’s ever received.
FACT!
Mike Laszlo and Adam Knite have never gone one-on-one with one another.
FACT!
And this fact is the biggest one of them all Adam, and it’s the one you should pay the most attention to because it is truly a glimpse into the future…
When Mike Laszlo takes on Adam Knite this Sunday on Collision, Mike will prove that he is the true, deserving number one contender by beating the so-called “King of NCW.”
FACT!
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Title: Protective Big Brother (Oh Crap Pt. 1)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 1:37 Eastern Standard Time
Earlier in the day, I had met my sister and her apparent fiancé for lunch. My best friend Kristy helped me out as she always does and tagged along. At first, I won’t lie, I was a tad nervous. I didn’t want to come out as blunt or in any way that would make him feel uneasy. I remember that feeling when Sara’s father had tried to use the old “cleaning my gun” routine on me. It wasn’t that I was scared. More so that I just thought the man was nuts, and I didn’t want Chris to feel that way about me. So I did my best to ask a few questions and simply listen to the answers rather than try to shape them to anything that I wanted. This whole meeting really wasn’t about me, though my approval was an important part.
The lunch went well and he answered any and all questions I had like how old was he, where did he work, and how did he plan on treating my little sister. All of his answers were acceptable as we continued on with our meal. We all had finished and were getting ready to leave.
To make a good impression, or at least that’s what one would assume, Chris told Megan to wait with me and Kristy as he went to get the car. He did the nice to meet us spiel and was on his way to the car. Megan turned toward me and gave me a big hug.
Megan Laszlo: Thank you for not being so judgmental.
She then pulled away from the embrace.
Mike Laszlo: Is that what you thought this was going to be?
Megan Laszlo: Kinda. I mean, I didn’t really know what to think. You’re my big brother and I know that gives you the right to be protective. I didn’t know if you were going to play twenty questions, intimidate him, judge him, throw him through the wall. I just wasn’t sure.
Mike Laszlo: I’ve seen some of your boyfriends without meeting them and there’s some that admittedly I would like to throw through a wall, and one that I threw through a car window.
Megan Laszlo: Ew, don’t remind me of that whole situation.
Mike Laszlo: Sorry.
That was a bad situation. Something I’ll have to tell you folks about another time.
Megan Laszlo: So?
Mike Laszlo: What?
Megan Laszlo: What do you think.
Mike Laszlo: You just had this whole spiel about how I wasn’t judgmental and now you want me to be?
Megan Laszlo: I appreciate that you weren’t in front of him. I’m not asking you to judge, I’m just asking your opinion.
I didn’t form a full opinion on him and needed time to put it all together. Kristy seemed to notice my body language and interjected with her opinion.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well he’s cute for one.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, not bad. I wouldn’t let my sister date an ugly guy.
Megan Laszlo: That’s not nice.
Mike Laszlo: Well, it’s the truth.
Megan shook her head while sarcastically rolling her eyes as Kristy continued.
Kristy Mastrangelo: He seems to be the right sort of guy for you. He’s smart, well-mannered, and had great answers for some of the questions your brother posed.
Mike Laszlo: (Pointing at Kristy.) What she said.
Megan Laszlo: Really?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. He was fine. Nothing bad to say about him. Trust me though, if something comes up, you’ll hear about it.
Megan Laszlo: I’m sure I will.
Chris pulls the car up and goes to step out of the car to open the door when I motion him back in.
Mike Laszlo: I got it.
I open the door for my little sister, allowing her to step in before closing it once she was securely in the vehicle. I then went a step further.
Mike Laszlo: What are you guys doing for Thanksgiving?
Megan Laszlo: Nothing why?
Mike Laszlo: Come on over, we’ll have a dinner.
Megan Laszlo: (Turning toward Chris.) Yeah?
He nods in agreement before she turns back toward me.
Megan Laszlo: We’ll be there.
Mike Laszlo: Sounds like a plan. See you Thursday.
Megan Laszlo: Love ya.
Leaning into the car I give her a kiss on the cheek before tapping the car and them pulling away. As I wave Kristy smacks me on the shoulder.
Mike Laszlo: Ow, what the hell was that for?
Kristy Mastrangelo: You invited me and your brother to dinner. You know how he gets.
Mike Laszlo: Oh crap.
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So I figured out why it is you guys are doing what you’re doing. Adam, you just want to vicariously live through Roberto. You’ll stand behind him in all his glory and soak it in as your own. As long as he parades around with the World Title, you’ll follow and ignore the fact that he’s in the front of the line just so you can share a piece of that lime light because you know, I know, and the whole world knows that you can no longer carry that spotlight solely on your shoulders without caving to the pressure that it represents.
I am so much more different than you. I want that spotlight. I want the pressure. I want that title belt around my waist because to be honest, I’ve been the follower before and it left a bad taste in my mouth. I’ve been the lackey in the group that supports the champion in all his endeavors and does his dirty work for him and it made me sick. It made me think to myself, “Why the hell is he reaping the rewards for all that I’m doing?” Then, as that thought repeated itself inside my head, louder and louder each time, I finally came to the realization that I need to go in business for myself. Ever since I did, I’ve been successful and that mad who I followed, well let’s just say his career is nothing like what it once was.
I was the one lurking in the shadows, and then, when it became my time to shine I pounced. When that time is over, and it will be eventually and it will be my call, I won’t go back to the shadows as you have hiding behind a younger version of myself. I will ride off into the sunset with my head held high knowing that when I was at my best…I was THE BEST!
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Title: Protective Big Brother (Oh Crap Pt 2)
Location: Mike’s House Thanksgiving Day
Time: 4:36 PM Eastern Standard Time
Ah yes, Thanksgiving Day. The day we thank whoever our God may be for all that he, she, or perhaps they have blessed us with. The day where we leave all the day-to-day distractions of life on the doormat and simply enjoy a family meal together with those closest to us. There’s one problem with that…we can’t always choose those closest to us.
Take my brother Randy for example. A while back he was a well-meaning man. He had the loving wife-to-be, a nice house, and overall was doing quite nice for himself. Then he got into the same lowly habits of our father. He became enthralled in the world of drugs, alcohol, and gambling. He racked up debts and paid them from his business, and as you can imagine, that didn’t go over so well with the higher ups in the company. Soon he lost his job and his house, and eventually the fiancé who stood by him through it all couldn’t do so anymore without getting hurt herself. She did all she could for him and left. So now me, Mr. High Powered Executive and Successful Business Man tried to help him by giving him a job. He was good for the first few months, but then again fell into his same old habits that resulted in me having to let him go. I paid for his bills for a few months and then it came time for me to stop helping him through life. He needed to go out and make something of himself. So now I give him a place to stay rent free, but the rest is up to him. I’m sure a progress report was sure to come. Kristy was sent to pick him up and I awaited their arrival as I was putting finishing touches on the meal with help from Lindsay. The guest list included myself, Lindsay, my daughter Britney, Megan, her fiancé Chris, Kristy, and my brother, assuming he was awake and conscious enough to join us. I was pulling the rather large, perfectly golden-brown turkey from the oven allowing its great aroma to flow throughout the house when I heard the doorbell. Gently setting the bird on the stove to cool I flipped off the oven mitts and headed for the door. Before I could get there, there was another knock at the door, followed by some rapid pounding and loud yelling, no doubt my brother in a drunken rage. I could then hear Kristy trying to calm him down.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Randy, enough. Stop being a moron.
As I open the door, Randy was attempting to knock again, nearly falling into my arms. I could smell the toxic odor that was alcohol stemming from his clothes and his breath. He had a five o’clock shadow going on and his hair was a total mess. Quickly I grabbed hold of him and threw him back upright.
Mike Laszlo: You drunk ass piece of crap.
He did his best not to slur his words but it was to no avail.
Randy Laszlo: Don’t shooutalk to me thaway!
Mike Laszlo: Why not? The shoe fits. What the hell is your problem showing up to my house like this knowing that my kid and our sister were going to be here?
Randy Laszlo: Megs gonna be here? GREAT!
He leaned in my direction again, this time pushing me out of the way as he stumbled by.
Randy Laszlo: MEG! MEG! WHERE ARE YA GIRL!
Grabbing him by the shoulder I spin him around and due to his intoxication, he falls into the wall.
Randy Laszlo: OW! *** damn IT! WHAT THE HELL!?
Mike Laszlo: Hey, watch your mouth. My daughter can hear you.
Randy Laszlo: SO!?
Without warning I give him a nice swift kick to the leg. I’m the oldest and therefore I can!
Randy Laszlo: OW! DA…
Mike Laszlo: Say it again and I’ll kick you in the head. You know I will.
He doesn’t finish his statement. He knows even drunk, that I will kick him in the head. Clumsily both Kristy and myself help him to his feet. I then point him to the guest bedroom which has a shower off of it.
Mike Laszlo: For the love of God, get your ass in the shower and at least make yourself look and smell presentable.
Randy Laszlo: Don’t tell…
Mike Laszlo: Shut up and go before I make you eat alone in the basement.
Randy Laszlo: You wouldn’t…
Mike Laszlo: Try me.
Randy Laszlo: FINE!
Mike Laszlo: There’s towels in the closet, get moving. Our sister should be here in twenty minutes.
Gingerly, he stumbles down the hall and into the bedroom closing the door behind him. I could hear him from within the room.
Randy Laszlo: A BED!
Mike Laszlo: DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! SHOWER!
I could hear him mumble something incoherently and just blew it off. Shaking my head from side to side I look over at Kristy.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Would you really make him eat in the basement?
Mike Laszlo: You damn right. Thanks for getting him.
Kristy Mastrangelo: No problem. I think I need a shower, and a change of clothes. Luckily I didn’t get him in my good clothes.
Mike Laszlo: If you have them here, you can use the master bath to shower.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Good, didn’t want to have to drive down to my place and have to rush back or hold anyone up.
She grabs her bag of clothes and runs upstairs as I head back to the kitchen.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
[/i]What or better yet who am I talking about?
YOU!
You’re not fooling anyone with this passing of the torch bulls***. You’ve lost it. At one point in time you were known as the best NCW had to offer. Now? Now you’re pretty much a flunky for the current pansy…ahem, my bad, I mean current champion, Roberto Verona.
Yes you’re banging the boss, yes the two of you formed this plan with Roberto, and yes it all came to fruition when he defeated Andrew Jacobsen for the World Title. You three pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes, myself included, and for that, I commend you.
I myself am no stranger to controversy as I was once known as the “King of Controversy” which is apropos because you were once known as the “King of NCW” which at times has been pretty controversial. Now though? Now you’re a has-been who has been living on his past fame. You are the present and it is I who is the future. The problem with the current situation for you Adam is that the future isn’t too distant. As a matter of fact, the future hits you in the face this Sunday on Collision.
In the grand scheme of things, this “master plan” and I use those two words loosely was to paint Roberto Verona as the face of this company for the distant future as you once were. It was to usher in a new era of wrestling as the past their prime wrestlers slowly leave this company one by one. It was to usher in the likes of Roberto Verona, Lex Sense, and myself. Well, let me just say: thanks but no thanks.
I’m not Berto, because if I were I would have a yellow streak running down my back. If I were Berto, you would be fighting MY battles for me. If I were Berto, I would have never gone down to the ring Sunday with a steel chair in hand, looking to slam it over the head of a man who sneak attacked me. Instead I’d be hiding under Kelly’s skirt where I’m sure many other men have gone before, hiding from the inevitable.
My name, just in case you don’t know it…is Mike Laszlo. I’m the man who has blazed a path through the ranks of NCW and held the Honor Title longer than anyone else, and then went on and held the X-Title longer than anyone else in the history of this company. I’m also the man who speaks his mind on any subject manner, anytime I please and backs it up with both facts and actions. That said, here are the facts of my current situation.
I spoke my mind about being better than the current World Champion Roberto Verona and it got under his skin.
FACT!
It pissed him off enough to the point where he now wants to shut me up.
FACT!
In our three encounters, the score is Mike Laszlo two, Roberto Verona one.
FACT!
Roberto Verona shows he is a coward and sneak attacks me with a steel chair giving me a concussion.
FACT!
When it comes time to face the repercussions Roberto realizes that he left his balls in Kelly’s purse and goes to retrieve them, skipping out on the biggest ass kicking he’s ever received.
FACT!
Mike Laszlo and Adam Knite have never gone one-on-one with one another.
FACT!
And this fact is the biggest one of them all Adam, and it’s the one you should pay the most attention to because it is truly a glimpse into the future…
When Mike Laszlo takes on Adam Knite this Sunday on Collision, Mike will prove that he is the true, deserving number one contender by beating the so-called “King of NCW.”
FACT!
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Title: Protective Big Brother (Oh Crap Pt. 1)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 1:37 Eastern Standard Time
Earlier in the day, I had met my sister and her apparent fiancé for lunch. My best friend Kristy helped me out as she always does and tagged along. At first, I won’t lie, I was a tad nervous. I didn’t want to come out as blunt or in any way that would make him feel uneasy. I remember that feeling when Sara’s father had tried to use the old “cleaning my gun” routine on me. It wasn’t that I was scared. More so that I just thought the man was nuts, and I didn’t want Chris to feel that way about me. So I did my best to ask a few questions and simply listen to the answers rather than try to shape them to anything that I wanted. This whole meeting really wasn’t about me, though my approval was an important part.
The lunch went well and he answered any and all questions I had like how old was he, where did he work, and how did he plan on treating my little sister. All of his answers were acceptable as we continued on with our meal. We all had finished and were getting ready to leave.
To make a good impression, or at least that’s what one would assume, Chris told Megan to wait with me and Kristy as he went to get the car. He did the nice to meet us spiel and was on his way to the car. Megan turned toward me and gave me a big hug.
Megan Laszlo: Thank you for not being so judgmental.
She then pulled away from the embrace.
Mike Laszlo: Is that what you thought this was going to be?
Megan Laszlo: Kinda. I mean, I didn’t really know what to think. You’re my big brother and I know that gives you the right to be protective. I didn’t know if you were going to play twenty questions, intimidate him, judge him, throw him through the wall. I just wasn’t sure.
Mike Laszlo: I’ve seen some of your boyfriends without meeting them and there’s some that admittedly I would like to throw through a wall, and one that I threw through a car window.
Megan Laszlo: Ew, don’t remind me of that whole situation.
Mike Laszlo: Sorry.
That was a bad situation. Something I’ll have to tell you folks about another time.
Megan Laszlo: So?
Mike Laszlo: What?
Megan Laszlo: What do you think.
Mike Laszlo: You just had this whole spiel about how I wasn’t judgmental and now you want me to be?
Megan Laszlo: I appreciate that you weren’t in front of him. I’m not asking you to judge, I’m just asking your opinion.
I didn’t form a full opinion on him and needed time to put it all together. Kristy seemed to notice my body language and interjected with her opinion.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well he’s cute for one.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, not bad. I wouldn’t let my sister date an ugly guy.
Megan Laszlo: That’s not nice.
Mike Laszlo: Well, it’s the truth.
Megan shook her head while sarcastically rolling her eyes as Kristy continued.
Kristy Mastrangelo: He seems to be the right sort of guy for you. He’s smart, well-mannered, and had great answers for some of the questions your brother posed.
Mike Laszlo: (Pointing at Kristy.) What she said.
Megan Laszlo: Really?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. He was fine. Nothing bad to say about him. Trust me though, if something comes up, you’ll hear about it.
Megan Laszlo: I’m sure I will.
Chris pulls the car up and goes to step out of the car to open the door when I motion him back in.
Mike Laszlo: I got it.
I open the door for my little sister, allowing her to step in before closing it once she was securely in the vehicle. I then went a step further.
Mike Laszlo: What are you guys doing for Thanksgiving?
Megan Laszlo: Nothing why?
Mike Laszlo: Come on over, we’ll have a dinner.
Megan Laszlo: (Turning toward Chris.) Yeah?
He nods in agreement before she turns back toward me.
Megan Laszlo: We’ll be there.
Mike Laszlo: Sounds like a plan. See you Thursday.
Megan Laszlo: Love ya.
Leaning into the car I give her a kiss on the cheek before tapping the car and them pulling away. As I wave Kristy smacks me on the shoulder.
Mike Laszlo: Ow, what the hell was that for?
Kristy Mastrangelo: You invited me and your brother to dinner. You know how he gets.
Mike Laszlo: Oh crap.
====================
So I figured out why it is you guys are doing what you’re doing. Adam, you just want to vicariously live through Roberto. You’ll stand behind him in all his glory and soak it in as your own. As long as he parades around with the World Title, you’ll follow and ignore the fact that he’s in the front of the line just so you can share a piece of that lime light because you know, I know, and the whole world knows that you can no longer carry that spotlight solely on your shoulders without caving to the pressure that it represents.
I am so much more different than you. I want that spotlight. I want the pressure. I want that title belt around my waist because to be honest, I’ve been the follower before and it left a bad taste in my mouth. I’ve been the lackey in the group that supports the champion in all his endeavors and does his dirty work for him and it made me sick. It made me think to myself, “Why the hell is he reaping the rewards for all that I’m doing?” Then, as that thought repeated itself inside my head, louder and louder each time, I finally came to the realization that I need to go in business for myself. Ever since I did, I’ve been successful and that mad who I followed, well let’s just say his career is nothing like what it once was.
I was the one lurking in the shadows, and then, when it became my time to shine I pounced. When that time is over, and it will be eventually and it will be my call, I won’t go back to the shadows as you have hiding behind a younger version of myself. I will ride off into the sunset with my head held high knowing that when I was at my best…I was THE BEST!
====================
Title: Protective Big Brother (Oh Crap Pt 2)
Location: Mike’s House Thanksgiving Day
Time: 4:36 PM Eastern Standard Time
Ah yes, Thanksgiving Day. The day we thank whoever our God may be for all that he, she, or perhaps they have blessed us with. The day where we leave all the day-to-day distractions of life on the doormat and simply enjoy a family meal together with those closest to us. There’s one problem with that…we can’t always choose those closest to us.
Take my brother Randy for example. A while back he was a well-meaning man. He had the loving wife-to-be, a nice house, and overall was doing quite nice for himself. Then he got into the same lowly habits of our father. He became enthralled in the world of drugs, alcohol, and gambling. He racked up debts and paid them from his business, and as you can imagine, that didn’t go over so well with the higher ups in the company. Soon he lost his job and his house, and eventually the fiancé who stood by him through it all couldn’t do so anymore without getting hurt herself. She did all she could for him and left. So now me, Mr. High Powered Executive and Successful Business Man tried to help him by giving him a job. He was good for the first few months, but then again fell into his same old habits that resulted in me having to let him go. I paid for his bills for a few months and then it came time for me to stop helping him through life. He needed to go out and make something of himself. So now I give him a place to stay rent free, but the rest is up to him. I’m sure a progress report was sure to come. Kristy was sent to pick him up and I awaited their arrival as I was putting finishing touches on the meal with help from Lindsay. The guest list included myself, Lindsay, my daughter Britney, Megan, her fiancé Chris, Kristy, and my brother, assuming he was awake and conscious enough to join us. I was pulling the rather large, perfectly golden-brown turkey from the oven allowing its great aroma to flow throughout the house when I heard the doorbell. Gently setting the bird on the stove to cool I flipped off the oven mitts and headed for the door. Before I could get there, there was another knock at the door, followed by some rapid pounding and loud yelling, no doubt my brother in a drunken rage. I could then hear Kristy trying to calm him down.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Randy, enough. Stop being a moron.
As I open the door, Randy was attempting to knock again, nearly falling into my arms. I could smell the toxic odor that was alcohol stemming from his clothes and his breath. He had a five o’clock shadow going on and his hair was a total mess. Quickly I grabbed hold of him and threw him back upright.
Mike Laszlo: You drunk ass piece of crap.
He did his best not to slur his words but it was to no avail.
Randy Laszlo: Don’t shooutalk to me thaway!
Mike Laszlo: Why not? The shoe fits. What the hell is your problem showing up to my house like this knowing that my kid and our sister were going to be here?
Randy Laszlo: Megs gonna be here? GREAT!
He leaned in my direction again, this time pushing me out of the way as he stumbled by.
Randy Laszlo: MEG! MEG! WHERE ARE YA GIRL!
Grabbing him by the shoulder I spin him around and due to his intoxication, he falls into the wall.
Randy Laszlo: OW! *** damn IT! WHAT THE HELL!?
Mike Laszlo: Hey, watch your mouth. My daughter can hear you.
Randy Laszlo: SO!?
Without warning I give him a nice swift kick to the leg. I’m the oldest and therefore I can!
Randy Laszlo: OW! DA…
Mike Laszlo: Say it again and I’ll kick you in the head. You know I will.
He doesn’t finish his statement. He knows even drunk, that I will kick him in the head. Clumsily both Kristy and myself help him to his feet. I then point him to the guest bedroom which has a shower off of it.
Mike Laszlo: For the love of God, get your ass in the shower and at least make yourself look and smell presentable.
Randy Laszlo: Don’t tell…
Mike Laszlo: Shut up and go before I make you eat alone in the basement.
Randy Laszlo: You wouldn’t…
Mike Laszlo: Try me.
Randy Laszlo: FINE!
Mike Laszlo: There’s towels in the closet, get moving. Our sister should be here in twenty minutes.
Gingerly, he stumbles down the hall and into the bedroom closing the door behind him. I could hear him from within the room.
Randy Laszlo: A BED!
Mike Laszlo: DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! SHOWER!
I could hear him mumble something incoherently and just blew it off. Shaking my head from side to side I look over at Kristy.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Would you really make him eat in the basement?
Mike Laszlo: You damn right. Thanks for getting him.
Kristy Mastrangelo: No problem. I think I need a shower, and a change of clothes. Luckily I didn’t get him in my good clothes.
Mike Laszlo: If you have them here, you can use the master bath to shower.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Good, didn’t want to have to drive down to my place and have to rush back or hold anyone up.
She grabs her bag of clothes and runs upstairs as I head back to the kitchen.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
Again I’m putting finishing touches to the meal, this time as to the table settings. Kristy comes down the steps in a cute black sweater dress, looking good as always, and begins helping me carry plates out to the table. As we head back for more I can’t help but notice I hear a steady pattern of from the water running in the guest room.
Mike Laszlo: Lindsay, help Kristy with the rest of the food please while I check on my idiot of a brother.
Kristy heads to the kitchen as I walk up to the closed door. I knock on it once and there’s no answer. Giving Randy the benefit of the doubt I knock a second time, still no answer. Slowly, I turn the handle, and to my surprise the door swings open. That’s where I find Randy passed out on the bed that I specifically told him not to pass out on. I couldn’t help but express my displeasure quietly to myself.
Mike Laszlo: Screw this.
I pulled the door closed and locked it from the outside with the key that was over the entranceway. As I walked back toward the kitchen Kristy spotted me.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What’s he doing?
Mike Laszlo: The son of a bitch passed out in the bed. So I locked him in there. We don’t need him out here anyway. He’s just going to create problems. Drunk ass…
Kristy Mastrangelo: Alright, forget him. Let’s concentrate on…
Before she could finish there was a gentle yet firm knock at the door.
Kristy Mastrangelo: I guess they’re here.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, I got it.
Stepping past Kristy, I headed to the front door, and opened it to be welcomed by my sister and her fiancé.
Mike Laszlo: Hey guys, come on in.
I could tell Chris was nervous. After all, it was his first “in-law” function. Extending my hand, he accepts and we shake as I invite him in. My sister follows and hits me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Megan Laszlo: Thanks for inviting us.
Mike Laszlo: Your family. Of course I’d invite you.
I didn’t let her know that our brother was around because I didn’t want her to see him in his dilapidated state, though I’m sure she’s seen it all before. I led them to the dining room where Lindsay and Kristy had just finished setting the table. Britney was already in her seat and ready to eat, and the three of us joined the present company. After carving the turkey and each person taking their fill we all started in on the feast. It was twenty minutes or so later when the chaos began.
As I took a bite of turkey, I heard a thud come from the guest bedroom.
Mike Laszlo: Oh crap.
Megan Laszlo: What?
Mike Laszlo: Nothing. Sounded like one of the dogs knocked something over. I’ll check it out when I’m done.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Want me to go see?
Mike Laszlo: Nah, it’s no biggie.
Kristy Mastrangelo: No big deal, I’ll be right back. Excuse me everyone.
She got up from her seat and headed down the hall to the guest room. As she opened the door, the next thing I heard was a huge thud followed by Kristy screaming and another thud. I got up from my seat as did everyone else, and we all ran down the hall to see that my brother had not only awaken, but apparently had broken down the door, hitting Kristy in the process.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell is wrong with you?
Pushing my brother to the side, I grab hold of and pick up the broken down door and help up Kristy who was knocked down in the process.
Mike Laszlo: You okay?
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Dusting off her dress.) Yeah, I’ll live. (Turning to Randy.) You’re such a dick.
Kristy stands behind me, unsure of what random reaction Randy might have. In all the commotion I forgot that my sister didn’t know that our brother was in the household.
Megan Laszlo: Randy?
He stops all motions as he looks up and sees Megan in the hall with Chris standing behind him. Seeing Chris immediately sets him off.
Randy Laszlo: Sis! How’s it going!? Who’s this d-bag?
Mike Laszlo: Knock it off.
Randy Laszlo: Bite me!
Mike Laszlo: I’ll do worse than that.
Megan Laszlo: STOP! (Turning to Randy.) This is my fiancé Chris.
Randy Laszlo: FIANCÉ!?!? What the hell!? He’s an ass! Look at him!
Megan Laszlo: You’re an asshole, we’re leaving!
Megan and Chris storm off to the front door. Kristy looks at me as if she’s asking “Should I stop them?” I nod and she runs off after them. I had a bigger problem on my hands.
Mike Laszlo: I am sick and tired of you doing this all the time. You come into my home and act like a complete and total dickhead and then expect everyone to come to your aid? I’m done. Get the hell out of my house you scum sucking piece of crap.
Randy Laszlo: But?
Mike Laszlo: OUT! We’ll talk tomorrow because you need some major help. For now, get the hell out of my house!
He looked at me and his head instantly sank as he stared at the floor as he limped to the front door. He had never seen me get so upset at him and to be honest, I think it scared him a little bit. I bypass him in the hall and head for my sister who is hysterical talking to Kristy, and on the verge of tears. I walk right over and before anyone can say anything, I give her a big hug as she starts sobbing into my shoulder.
Mike Laszlo: I am so sorry. He’s such an asshole. (Turning to Chris.) Hey I apologize on his behalf. Don’t let him represent what this family is about. He’s been through some hard times and I’m trying to help him but it…well, let’s just say it’s a lot of work.
Chris waves it off as I push my sister back a step and look into her tear-filled eyes.
Mike Laszlo: You did nothing wrong. I threw him out. If you want, I would love it if you stayed and finished dinner with us.
She sobbed a bit but finally nodded in agreement.
Megan Laszlo: Okay, but only because you’re my big brother and I love you.
Mike Laszlo: I love you to sis. (Now speaking to everyone.) LET’S EAT!
We all went back to the table and finished the meal. What happened to Randy you ask? That’s a whole other story.
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Though I believe everything I have said to you so far Adam, I can’t help but wonder…what if your master plan isn’t over yet?
What do I mean?
Well how do the rest of us know that Roberto Verona becoming champion is the end-all-be-all? What if that is just another step in the ascension of Adam Knite, or perhaps, the ascension of the true face of the company? A double swerve as it were.
Perhaps the real plan is an Adam Knite double-cross leading to the return of the “King of NCW” as he turns on Roberto Verona to assert himself as NCW Champion.
Maybe you and I are in cahoots Adam? Maybe I am the true face of this company and you know that so you’re stroking Verona’s ego only to drop him down and give him the reality check that you really do run things here in NCW.
It could be any one of those Adam, but you’d never admit it. Oh no, no, no, you proclaim allegiance to your champion. You have his back just as he has yours…or does he?
Maybe your plan is a step in Verona’s plan to overthrow you?
Think of all the possibilities guys.
After all, this is the world of wrestling that we live in, where politic rule the world. Know this though, no matter what your plans are, this Sunday I beat Adam Knite, and at Breaking Away, I beat Roberto Verona, and the third victory will be the charm as I become World Heavyweight Champion. Was that your plan all along Adam? Because it sure as hell is mine.[/center]