Post by Mike Laszlo on Oct 20, 2012 8:20:10 GMT -6
This is it.
The time for change is this Saturday.
A statement will be made and my time will soon be upon us.
This Saturday, in the Trauma main event, I get what I’ve been clamoring for, for the last month…since Battlegrounds.
THIS IS MY SHOT!
Last week, I was screwed by a technicality in my tag team match up. Last week, I was held down by Davey Ortega. This week there is nothing to hold me down. There is nothing to hold me back.
This week, I claim victory over what everyone else is calling our Worlds “PAPER” Champion.
I know it’s in the back of your mind Andy. Gib called you a paper champion, and Simon Daye said it in his own sarcastic little tone last week.
Don’t worry though, I won’t say it. I don’t have to say it. It’s been said over and over again, and to be honest it kind of sickens me. It causes me to feel sympathy for you Andy. Really, I feel bad.
I mean seriously, you walked into Battlegrounds as the challenger and you walked out of Battlegrounds the champion. Now I’m pretty sure that it was me who came out on NCW.com and congratulated you. I didn’t downplay your win. I’m not nor have I ever called you a “paper” champion. All I did that night was congratulate you and tell you that the target is now on your back and I’m aiming for it.
The writing has been on the wall for a few months now. I was the longest reigning Honor Champion and defended that belt against all comers until there were no challengers left so the belt had to be retired. I then held the X Title longer than any of the great names in history that have held that belt. Then I got bored. I simply as they say these days…went through the motions, and in the end…it ended my reign.
So I continued to go through the motions until I was reinvigorated. Something rejuvenated me. I went on to beat names like Xavier Williams and Roberto Verona, and the confidence inside me was at a very high level, and then it all became oh so clear. I signed a contract here in NCW for one reason and one reason only, and that one solid reason, never to be waivered from, was to prove that I am indeed the best PERIOD!
There’s only one way to prove that you are the best Andy. I want what you have. That shiny leather strap with fifteen pounds of gold attached to it. I want that belt. I NEED…THAT…BELT! That championship around your waist is the holy grail of this profession. To hold that and DEFEND THAT makes you the BEST PERIOD in the eyes of this company. I’ve held World Titles before for long lengths of time until there was nobody left in those federations, and then I moved on. Now, I’m here.
I can’t do anything without the recognition of that belt. I can sit here and preach change to you, the backstage area, and the fans both in the arena and at home alike, but it all means nothing because right now Andy, I’m a simple spoke on the wheel that is NCW. I’m a piece that helps run the machine. When all is said and done and I bring about the change I so desperately want for this company and this business as a whole, people will look back five, ten, fifteen years from now and say that Mike Laszlo was the driving force behind it all. It all starts this Saturday.
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Title: Calm Down (Making Plans)
Location: Mike’s Home, Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 2:30 PM Eastern Standard Time
Man was I pissed off Sunday afternoon. The plane had landed and immediately after I got off the plane both Alexis and I had some business to attend to at my gym. I hadn’t let what happened settle in even a day after Trauma and no matter how I looked at the situation at hand, it pissed me off. I lost not to a better man, but because of the weak link. Davey Ortega was the legal man, and he’s the one who was pinned, despite the fact that I had Alex Jones’ shoulders pinned to the mat. It didn’t matter, he wasn’t legal. I lost due to a technicality. My superior skill couldn’t win me the match because my “partner” couldn’t simply tag me in. He wanted to finish the match. He wanted to be selfish rather than do what was best for the team…let me in. So because of that low-life piece of garbage, there’s another blemish on my record and technically, I’m back to being on a losing streak.
These frustrations were building in my head. I was so mad that I interrupted the peaceful drive from the airport, slamming my hand on the steering wheel, beeping the loud, authoritative horn. Alexis was startled by the horn and my loud profanity.
Mike Laszlo: SON OF A BITCH!
She hadn’t remembered the night like I had. To her it was really no big deal. For me…it was an extremely big deal.
Alexis Caffrey: What is it?
Mike Laszlo: Yesterday, my team lost because, for lack of a better reason, Davey Ortega is selfish and in reality…HE SUCKS!
Alexis Caffrey: So what? He lost the match. It’s not that big a deal. There’s always tomorrow.
Mike Laszlo: No, you’re wrong. It IS a big deal. If I had a competent partner, we would have won the match up and been going on to become the Tag Team Champions, but noooooo Davey lost and now I have no clue what the hell is going on as far as I’m concerned.
Alexis Caffrey: Much worse could have happened.
Mike Laszlo: Like what?
Alexis Caffrey: An injury? You could have won and still been paired with Ortega this week rather than trying to accomplish your own goals.
Mike Laszlo: True. What goals though? There’s nothing in the works. I could try for the National Title I guess since the Worlds Title is wrapped up with the Road to the Gold along with every other damn title around here it seems.
Alexis Caffrey: Relax. Don’t even think of NCW. Concentrate on your work at hand.
She was right. I had to put what happened out of sight so as not to think of it again, not to dwell on the massive failure that was putting two random people into a tag team to see how badly they could work together.
We pulled into the parking lot of the gym and I saw my best friend Ray helping Lindsay out of her car. As I opened the door I saw them walking in my direction, then I heard the sweet voice of my lovely daughter Britney.
Britney Laszlo: DADDY!!!
She ran in my direction and upon reaching me, I lifted her into my arms and gave her a big kiss. Instantly, the thought of what had transpired a few days before was well on its way to the back burner of thoughts.
Mike Laszlo: And how is my princess today?
Britney Laszlo: Good. Me and Aunt Lindsay wanted to surprise you.
Mike Laszlo: And what a good surprise it is.
Ray and Lindsay catch up and we all greet one another. Ray and I shake hands and I turn to Lindsay and give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Mike Laszlo: So what brings you guys out here?
Lindsay Laszlo: Like she said, we wanted to surprise you.
Mike Laszlo: Well, good timing. I could use it after this past weekend.
Lindsay Laszlo: Why what happened?
Mike Laszlo: Long story, don’t want to get into it.
Lindsay Laszlo: Okay. I have an idea. Something that will make you forget all about what happened?
Mike Laszlo: Oh really? What would that be?
Lindsay Laszlo: Hallo-weekend at Cedar Point. It’ll be a blast.
The thought was intriguing as I could tell the girls really wanted to go. I could use something to distract me. I stood there for a moment and thought about the proposal before letting a smile come across my face.
Mike Laszlo: I guess we’re going to Cedar Point. Ray, want to come?
Ray Gross: Sure, what the hell.
Mike Laszlo: Then it’s a deal.
All of a sudden there was light chatter about what we would be doing at the theme park. Lindsay was extremely excited as Hallo-weekends this year was being touted as the best ever. Britney gave me a great big hug as he all headed inside. We had a date with clowns and goblins in a couple hours.
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Title: Calm Down (That Damn Clown)
Location: Cedar Point, Sandusky, Ohio
Time: 7:33 PM Eastern Standard Time
It was talked up pretty big on the internet. Every year, Cedar Point is taken over by ghosts, zombies, and goblins alike. Along with them were witches flying across the sky, and evil clowns waiting to have a jolly good time. This year was touted as the scariest of all years’ past and was not suitable for anyone under the age of thirteen…supposedly. That didn’t stop me from taking my daughter. She wanted to go and knew she would be safe with me near. So Lindsay, my daughter, Ray, and I headed to Cedar Point. As we pulled into the parking lot and walked up to the front gate, the mysterious allure had begun to take its toll. The front entrance was different from normal for the event. There were two tall towers with various “monsters” poking their heads through the windows. Some were growling and screaming at the guest in an effort to frighten, some were ghostly and simply passed by. We got our tickets and entered the amusement park. Immediately we had little hobgoblins parading toward us in an effort to scare the incoming crowd, and although they looked creepy as all hell, their antics seemed more of the frolicking variety than anything else, and overall, I wasn’t too impressed. We went through the park, went on a couple of roller coasters to get everyone’s adrenaline up and then came the most touted part of the park for the Halloween season…THE HAUNTED MANSION OF HORRORS!
As we all stood in front of the massive building and looked at it in all of its eerie glory, I felt a tug on my shirt, and looked down at Britney.
Mike Laszlo: What is it?
Britney Laszlo: Dad, that place is really scary.
I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit as I hoisted my little girl into the air.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry. I got you and nothing is going to take you away.
Britney Laszlo: Promise?
Mike Laszlo: Promise. (Turning my attention to everyone.) Ready?
There was a collective yes as we headed up the stairs and into the building. It had all the makings of the classic haunted houses. There were large amounts of cobwebs throughout, the flashes of light all around, and every so often you would hear a loud scream followed by some of that creepy organ music…you know exactly what I’m talking about. As we walked through, random things would jump out of the walls, such as skeletons, a few zombie heads, and even a fake group of bats came flying over our heads. Really was a nice touch and had some of the people frightened. As you walk through a smoke filled room, the next room was lined in a maze of mirrors. It was quite confusing and we were getting turned around several times. Then was the worst sound imaginable because it came from the creepiest, most horrible thing imaginable…evil clown. The laugh was maniacal and slow and caused everyone to look around for the face-painted fiend. He would dash from spot to spot, appearing multiple times at once in the many mirrored facets. Britney held on tighter as I could tell she was scared. I wasn’t scared, but I was annoyed. I hate clowns with a passion.
We hurried through the maze and got to the end of the house where all of the kids were greeted with a basket full of candy and we were thanked for attending. As we exited and were standing outside, we heard the laugh again. This time it was closer and was weird considering that we were already out of the mansion. Then in a big maniacal burst of “happiness” a clown jumped out from behind the bush with his evil laugh that made everyone else jump and caused Britney to scream extraordinarily loud as if she were scared for her life. I reacted in a different manner as I quickly turned and punched the clown in his ugly painted face.
The crowd around sent out a loud “Ooooooo” as the face-painted marauder hit the ground, out cold. After realizing what had been done, I looked around and saw some concerned while others were laughing, possibly thinking it was part of the act. Park workers were running in our direction as we headed off the other way.
As we got a safe distance away, we stopped and had a slight discussion about what had transpired.
Britney Laszlo: Thank you for protecting me.
Mike Laszlo: No problem. I’m dad, it’s what I do.
Lindsay Laszlo: Did you have to deck the clown?
Mike Laszlo: YES! He’s a weirdo and he was freaking me out.
Ray Gross: He deserved it. If you didn’t punch him, I was going to tackle him into the garbage cans.
That garnered a laugh from the group.
Mike Laszlo: What are the odds that someone got that on their phone. I’ll be a YouTube hit by tomorrow night.
Everyone looked at me funny before I quickly changed the subject matter at hand.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, enough. Let’s get something to eat.
We headed toward the concession stands, and got something to eat. Then we went on a few more rides, and then it was time to go home. The rest of the night was normal…damn that clown.
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See Andy, there’s a lesson to the story that was just told. Things that annoy me, don’t last too long. Your words annoy me Andrew. YOU ANNOY ME!
Your stupidity truly knows no bounds does it?
Just to make sure NCW productions didn’t air something that I wasn’t a part of, I went back and watched my headlines. You are so far off-base that it really frightens me that you are the World Champion. I can’t believe that your attention span lasted long enough for you to beat Xander Famularo or Homeless Harold, or whatever the hell his name is this week.
You won the Worlds Title at Battlegrounds and all I did was congratulate you, and tell you that I’m coming for what you got. All I did was tell you what everyone else was thinking, friend of yours or foe, only difference is I had the balls to say it to your face.
Road to the Gold was a way for me to get to you and do as I have already done before…beat you. You can talk about me losing to Roberto in the tournament and how he beat Xander, and then me, and then you beat him which in your crazy little twisted logic, somehow makes you better than me?
Let me set this right for you Andy. Let me unravel the mystery that is who is better than who. It doesn’t matter who you beat that beat me. I beat Verona twice before he became the blind squirrel that found the nut. One thing that I’ve done that you haven’t Andy, and this is what makes me better than you…I BEAT YOU!
Do you remember it? It was the Collision after the “A Night To Remember” Pay Per View. You had come off a big win over Will Washington at the Pay Per View, and I was coming off the Unification of the Honor and X Titles in the pre-show. So this up and comer came up against the “star” who had a big win at the actual Pay Per View, and what happened Andy? I hit you with Malicious Intent in the center of that ring and pinned you to the mat for the ONE…TWO…THREE!
So as I said in my headline a few weeks ago…as of this moment in time, the score is
Mike Laszlo: ONE!
Andrew Jacobsen: ZERO!
And as long as I remain one up on you Andy, you won’t be the best despite having that championship around your waist…you’ll always be second best.
Road to the Gold was one of the ways I had of getting a shot at what you have Andy…but it wasn’t the only way. This way, it’s more direct. This way involves me walking into Trauma Saturday night against the Worlds Heavyweight Champion, beating him again, and again showing that I am BETTER than you.
Then, when the people in the arena, the people in the airports, the people sitting at home on their couch realize that I am the better man, and they all start doubting you, they all start coming up to you in those airports and ask you what you’re going to do about it. That’s when I get what I want. That’s when I TAKE what you have.
The time for change is this Saturday.
A statement will be made and my time will soon be upon us.
This Saturday, in the Trauma main event, I get what I’ve been clamoring for, for the last month…since Battlegrounds.
THIS IS MY SHOT!
Last week, I was screwed by a technicality in my tag team match up. Last week, I was held down by Davey Ortega. This week there is nothing to hold me down. There is nothing to hold me back.
This week, I claim victory over what everyone else is calling our Worlds “PAPER” Champion.
I know it’s in the back of your mind Andy. Gib called you a paper champion, and Simon Daye said it in his own sarcastic little tone last week.
Don’t worry though, I won’t say it. I don’t have to say it. It’s been said over and over again, and to be honest it kind of sickens me. It causes me to feel sympathy for you Andy. Really, I feel bad.
I mean seriously, you walked into Battlegrounds as the challenger and you walked out of Battlegrounds the champion. Now I’m pretty sure that it was me who came out on NCW.com and congratulated you. I didn’t downplay your win. I’m not nor have I ever called you a “paper” champion. All I did that night was congratulate you and tell you that the target is now on your back and I’m aiming for it.
The writing has been on the wall for a few months now. I was the longest reigning Honor Champion and defended that belt against all comers until there were no challengers left so the belt had to be retired. I then held the X Title longer than any of the great names in history that have held that belt. Then I got bored. I simply as they say these days…went through the motions, and in the end…it ended my reign.
So I continued to go through the motions until I was reinvigorated. Something rejuvenated me. I went on to beat names like Xavier Williams and Roberto Verona, and the confidence inside me was at a very high level, and then it all became oh so clear. I signed a contract here in NCW for one reason and one reason only, and that one solid reason, never to be waivered from, was to prove that I am indeed the best PERIOD!
There’s only one way to prove that you are the best Andy. I want what you have. That shiny leather strap with fifteen pounds of gold attached to it. I want that belt. I NEED…THAT…BELT! That championship around your waist is the holy grail of this profession. To hold that and DEFEND THAT makes you the BEST PERIOD in the eyes of this company. I’ve held World Titles before for long lengths of time until there was nobody left in those federations, and then I moved on. Now, I’m here.
I can’t do anything without the recognition of that belt. I can sit here and preach change to you, the backstage area, and the fans both in the arena and at home alike, but it all means nothing because right now Andy, I’m a simple spoke on the wheel that is NCW. I’m a piece that helps run the machine. When all is said and done and I bring about the change I so desperately want for this company and this business as a whole, people will look back five, ten, fifteen years from now and say that Mike Laszlo was the driving force behind it all. It all starts this Saturday.
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Title: Calm Down (Making Plans)
Location: Mike’s Home, Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 2:30 PM Eastern Standard Time
Man was I pissed off Sunday afternoon. The plane had landed and immediately after I got off the plane both Alexis and I had some business to attend to at my gym. I hadn’t let what happened settle in even a day after Trauma and no matter how I looked at the situation at hand, it pissed me off. I lost not to a better man, but because of the weak link. Davey Ortega was the legal man, and he’s the one who was pinned, despite the fact that I had Alex Jones’ shoulders pinned to the mat. It didn’t matter, he wasn’t legal. I lost due to a technicality. My superior skill couldn’t win me the match because my “partner” couldn’t simply tag me in. He wanted to finish the match. He wanted to be selfish rather than do what was best for the team…let me in. So because of that low-life piece of garbage, there’s another blemish on my record and technically, I’m back to being on a losing streak.
These frustrations were building in my head. I was so mad that I interrupted the peaceful drive from the airport, slamming my hand on the steering wheel, beeping the loud, authoritative horn. Alexis was startled by the horn and my loud profanity.
Mike Laszlo: SON OF A BITCH!
She hadn’t remembered the night like I had. To her it was really no big deal. For me…it was an extremely big deal.
Alexis Caffrey: What is it?
Mike Laszlo: Yesterday, my team lost because, for lack of a better reason, Davey Ortega is selfish and in reality…HE SUCKS!
Alexis Caffrey: So what? He lost the match. It’s not that big a deal. There’s always tomorrow.
Mike Laszlo: No, you’re wrong. It IS a big deal. If I had a competent partner, we would have won the match up and been going on to become the Tag Team Champions, but noooooo Davey lost and now I have no clue what the hell is going on as far as I’m concerned.
Alexis Caffrey: Much worse could have happened.
Mike Laszlo: Like what?
Alexis Caffrey: An injury? You could have won and still been paired with Ortega this week rather than trying to accomplish your own goals.
Mike Laszlo: True. What goals though? There’s nothing in the works. I could try for the National Title I guess since the Worlds Title is wrapped up with the Road to the Gold along with every other damn title around here it seems.
Alexis Caffrey: Relax. Don’t even think of NCW. Concentrate on your work at hand.
She was right. I had to put what happened out of sight so as not to think of it again, not to dwell on the massive failure that was putting two random people into a tag team to see how badly they could work together.
We pulled into the parking lot of the gym and I saw my best friend Ray helping Lindsay out of her car. As I opened the door I saw them walking in my direction, then I heard the sweet voice of my lovely daughter Britney.
Britney Laszlo: DADDY!!!
She ran in my direction and upon reaching me, I lifted her into my arms and gave her a big kiss. Instantly, the thought of what had transpired a few days before was well on its way to the back burner of thoughts.
Mike Laszlo: And how is my princess today?
Britney Laszlo: Good. Me and Aunt Lindsay wanted to surprise you.
Mike Laszlo: And what a good surprise it is.
Ray and Lindsay catch up and we all greet one another. Ray and I shake hands and I turn to Lindsay and give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Mike Laszlo: So what brings you guys out here?
Lindsay Laszlo: Like she said, we wanted to surprise you.
Mike Laszlo: Well, good timing. I could use it after this past weekend.
Lindsay Laszlo: Why what happened?
Mike Laszlo: Long story, don’t want to get into it.
Lindsay Laszlo: Okay. I have an idea. Something that will make you forget all about what happened?
Mike Laszlo: Oh really? What would that be?
Lindsay Laszlo: Hallo-weekend at Cedar Point. It’ll be a blast.
The thought was intriguing as I could tell the girls really wanted to go. I could use something to distract me. I stood there for a moment and thought about the proposal before letting a smile come across my face.
Mike Laszlo: I guess we’re going to Cedar Point. Ray, want to come?
Ray Gross: Sure, what the hell.
Mike Laszlo: Then it’s a deal.
All of a sudden there was light chatter about what we would be doing at the theme park. Lindsay was extremely excited as Hallo-weekends this year was being touted as the best ever. Britney gave me a great big hug as he all headed inside. We had a date with clowns and goblins in a couple hours.
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Title: Calm Down (That Damn Clown)
Location: Cedar Point, Sandusky, Ohio
Time: 7:33 PM Eastern Standard Time
It was talked up pretty big on the internet. Every year, Cedar Point is taken over by ghosts, zombies, and goblins alike. Along with them were witches flying across the sky, and evil clowns waiting to have a jolly good time. This year was touted as the scariest of all years’ past and was not suitable for anyone under the age of thirteen…supposedly. That didn’t stop me from taking my daughter. She wanted to go and knew she would be safe with me near. So Lindsay, my daughter, Ray, and I headed to Cedar Point. As we pulled into the parking lot and walked up to the front gate, the mysterious allure had begun to take its toll. The front entrance was different from normal for the event. There were two tall towers with various “monsters” poking their heads through the windows. Some were growling and screaming at the guest in an effort to frighten, some were ghostly and simply passed by. We got our tickets and entered the amusement park. Immediately we had little hobgoblins parading toward us in an effort to scare the incoming crowd, and although they looked creepy as all hell, their antics seemed more of the frolicking variety than anything else, and overall, I wasn’t too impressed. We went through the park, went on a couple of roller coasters to get everyone’s adrenaline up and then came the most touted part of the park for the Halloween season…THE HAUNTED MANSION OF HORRORS!
As we all stood in front of the massive building and looked at it in all of its eerie glory, I felt a tug on my shirt, and looked down at Britney.
Mike Laszlo: What is it?
Britney Laszlo: Dad, that place is really scary.
I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit as I hoisted my little girl into the air.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry. I got you and nothing is going to take you away.
Britney Laszlo: Promise?
Mike Laszlo: Promise. (Turning my attention to everyone.) Ready?
There was a collective yes as we headed up the stairs and into the building. It had all the makings of the classic haunted houses. There were large amounts of cobwebs throughout, the flashes of light all around, and every so often you would hear a loud scream followed by some of that creepy organ music…you know exactly what I’m talking about. As we walked through, random things would jump out of the walls, such as skeletons, a few zombie heads, and even a fake group of bats came flying over our heads. Really was a nice touch and had some of the people frightened. As you walk through a smoke filled room, the next room was lined in a maze of mirrors. It was quite confusing and we were getting turned around several times. Then was the worst sound imaginable because it came from the creepiest, most horrible thing imaginable…evil clown. The laugh was maniacal and slow and caused everyone to look around for the face-painted fiend. He would dash from spot to spot, appearing multiple times at once in the many mirrored facets. Britney held on tighter as I could tell she was scared. I wasn’t scared, but I was annoyed. I hate clowns with a passion.
We hurried through the maze and got to the end of the house where all of the kids were greeted with a basket full of candy and we were thanked for attending. As we exited and were standing outside, we heard the laugh again. This time it was closer and was weird considering that we were already out of the mansion. Then in a big maniacal burst of “happiness” a clown jumped out from behind the bush with his evil laugh that made everyone else jump and caused Britney to scream extraordinarily loud as if she were scared for her life. I reacted in a different manner as I quickly turned and punched the clown in his ugly painted face.
The crowd around sent out a loud “Ooooooo” as the face-painted marauder hit the ground, out cold. After realizing what had been done, I looked around and saw some concerned while others were laughing, possibly thinking it was part of the act. Park workers were running in our direction as we headed off the other way.
As we got a safe distance away, we stopped and had a slight discussion about what had transpired.
Britney Laszlo: Thank you for protecting me.
Mike Laszlo: No problem. I’m dad, it’s what I do.
Lindsay Laszlo: Did you have to deck the clown?
Mike Laszlo: YES! He’s a weirdo and he was freaking me out.
Ray Gross: He deserved it. If you didn’t punch him, I was going to tackle him into the garbage cans.
That garnered a laugh from the group.
Mike Laszlo: What are the odds that someone got that on their phone. I’ll be a YouTube hit by tomorrow night.
Everyone looked at me funny before I quickly changed the subject matter at hand.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, enough. Let’s get something to eat.
We headed toward the concession stands, and got something to eat. Then we went on a few more rides, and then it was time to go home. The rest of the night was normal…damn that clown.
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See Andy, there’s a lesson to the story that was just told. Things that annoy me, don’t last too long. Your words annoy me Andrew. YOU ANNOY ME!
Your stupidity truly knows no bounds does it?
Just to make sure NCW productions didn’t air something that I wasn’t a part of, I went back and watched my headlines. You are so far off-base that it really frightens me that you are the World Champion. I can’t believe that your attention span lasted long enough for you to beat Xander Famularo or Homeless Harold, or whatever the hell his name is this week.
You won the Worlds Title at Battlegrounds and all I did was congratulate you, and tell you that I’m coming for what you got. All I did was tell you what everyone else was thinking, friend of yours or foe, only difference is I had the balls to say it to your face.
Road to the Gold was a way for me to get to you and do as I have already done before…beat you. You can talk about me losing to Roberto in the tournament and how he beat Xander, and then me, and then you beat him which in your crazy little twisted logic, somehow makes you better than me?
Let me set this right for you Andy. Let me unravel the mystery that is who is better than who. It doesn’t matter who you beat that beat me. I beat Verona twice before he became the blind squirrel that found the nut. One thing that I’ve done that you haven’t Andy, and this is what makes me better than you…I BEAT YOU!
Do you remember it? It was the Collision after the “A Night To Remember” Pay Per View. You had come off a big win over Will Washington at the Pay Per View, and I was coming off the Unification of the Honor and X Titles in the pre-show. So this up and comer came up against the “star” who had a big win at the actual Pay Per View, and what happened Andy? I hit you with Malicious Intent in the center of that ring and pinned you to the mat for the ONE…TWO…THREE!
So as I said in my headline a few weeks ago…as of this moment in time, the score is
Mike Laszlo: ONE!
Andrew Jacobsen: ZERO!
And as long as I remain one up on you Andy, you won’t be the best despite having that championship around your waist…you’ll always be second best.
Road to the Gold was one of the ways I had of getting a shot at what you have Andy…but it wasn’t the only way. This way, it’s more direct. This way involves me walking into Trauma Saturday night against the Worlds Heavyweight Champion, beating him again, and again showing that I am BETTER than you.
Then, when the people in the arena, the people in the airports, the people sitting at home on their couch realize that I am the better man, and they all start doubting you, they all start coming up to you in those airports and ask you what you’re going to do about it. That’s when I get what I want. That’s when I TAKE what you have.