Post by Mike Laszlo on Jan 12, 2013 17:18:00 GMT -6
You have nowhere to go? Well I only have one way to go and that my friend is UP.
Two months in a row I’ve had that title so close to me that if I stuck my tongue out I could taste it, and twice now it’s been taken from me for no good reason.
At Breaking Away it was Lex Sense and a boot/head/concrete sandwich that just plain didn’t taste good, and last week it was a DAMN TECHNICALITY!
A match that was to have no fluke.
A match that was to have a clear cut winner, and new NCW Champion.
Part of that was true, I not Roberto was the clear cut winner. Three falls to two, and yet I am not standing before you today as the World Champion because technically the match ending was not suitable to the…how was it put? Oh, yes, “legalities” of championship change over. So again, Lex Sense has cost me just because he wants to show that he has more testosterone in the race to please Kelly “The Quitter” Fox, who by the way you two patsy morons…is OFF THE MARKET!
Jesus Christ, I’ve never seen two idiots drool over the affections of a woman who shows none to either man. Whatever, I digress.
This week, Collision after a Pay Per View, again, second time in a row, I go mono-y-mono with the man who is perceived as the best this company has to offer and so far has lived up to every bit of that hype unlike some people, but I won’t mention any names.
You’re right Xander, we’ve come to blows twice now and each time you’ve come out the victor, and for that you are commended. So here’s the question begging on everyone’s mind…is the third time a charm for Mike Laszlo?
I’ve been through some major battles as of late with Roberto, yourself, and Lex. Battles that a normal man would simply bow out of and admit his defeat and lower standing. I am not that man.
The battle we are about to rage is similar to that of David versus Goliath. You, like Goliath, are the man is NCW who strikes fear in those who oppose you. Your lengthy undefeated streak, your World Title reigns, your overall physical gifts. All of those mentioned attributes cause all men on this roster to see you as one of the most feared men in the history of NCW. That makes them all call you the best this company has to offer, title belt or not.
I believe that each day, I get better and better, to the point where it is now time to stand tall against you. You and your physical gifts and mental prowess that for sake of this argument are garnered as your sword and shield, and here I come with a bit of confidence, and a lot of ability of my own, again for sake of argument, my slingshot and stone.
This Sunday I look into your eyes Xander, I pull back that sling that is my confidence and I hit you with that stone that is my ability, and it hits you right between the eyes, as my knee will, and I take the almighty Xander Famularo down for the one…two…three and prove that even the mightiest of NCW can and WILL fall by my hand.
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Title: Don’t Get Old (Finding Out)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 11:16 AM
I had been home for a week and really, for me, it was a tranquil week. I had won the match at Mind Games, again, proving that I am the master of said games. I had not however won the World Title based on a technicality in a rule book. I know, BS, right?
Anyway, I was sitting at home, getting ready for yet another week on the road as we in NCW got ready for Collision. As I was cleaning up around the house, my phone rang on the dining room table prompting me to rush over and answer it.
Mike Laszlo: Hello?
The voice on the other end was my grandmother. Last month, my grandparents had moved down to Oklahoma to be with their two younger grandkids and their son. From the moment they began talking about the move, I could tell that it was going to be difficult for my grandfather. He was seventy-two years old and not in the best of health, and everything and everyone he had ever known was in Ohio. He felt as if he was being forced to move based on the fact that he really couldn’t take care of himself anymore due to his fragile aging process, some diseases, and the stroke he had in 2001.
Eventually he just started going along with things and they had been down their now for a month without any complaints. That is…until now.
Grandma: I have bad news.
Mike Laszlo: What is it? Is everything okay?
The sound of her voice was one of certainty, and believe it or not, not too much worry.
Grandma: Well, they are, and they aren’t?
Mike Laszlo: What?
Grandma: Grandpa was admitted to the hospital this past weekend.
Mike Laszlo: And you’re just now telling me this?
Grandma: It’s nothing major. He had a mild stroke and they have him on antibiotics. Now they’re just keeping him for observation. They say he also has dementia.
Dementia was a no brainer unfortunately. I’ve been having the same conversation with my grandfather every seven minutes for the past year or so now. I think we can call it Alzheimer’s Syndrome by now.
Mike Laszlo: So how long is he going to be in there?
Grandma: I’m not sure. They said it could be anywhere from two days to a week.
Things aren’t looking too good for the old man here. His health is declining faster than Kelly Fox on her next “face of the franchise.”
Mike Laszlo: Is there anything I can do?
Grandma: No. Not really. I just wanted to let you know what was going on.
Mike Laszlo: Maybe I’ll head down there after my next show. You know? To check on things.
Grandma: That would be great. We miss you Michael.
Mike Laszlo: What can I say? I’m a miss-able person.
Grandma: Yes you are. I’ll talk to you later.
Mike Laszlo: Alright. Be safe.
Grandma: Bye.
With that, the call disconnects and all is silent. Phone in hand, I head over to the couch and literally plop down upon it. With a flick of the wrist I toss the phone to the side and hide my face within my hands. That’s a pretty big bombshell to handle. Unannounced to me, Kristy walks into the room. She was cleaning her stuff out from the guest bedroom now that the problems with her ex-boyfriend were solved.
Looking over at me, she could tell that something wasn’t right.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What is it?
Her voice caused me to look up from my sorrowing position to finally notice that she was in the room.
Mike Laszlo: Huh? Oh, nothing.
She headed to the couch and picked up my phone before sitting down, draping her right arm over my shoulder.
Kristy Mastrangelo: You know you can’t lie to me. What’s wrong?
Taking a deep breath I sit back on the couch letting out in a slow, drawn out fashion.
Mike Laszlo: It’s grandpa. He’s getting worse.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What happened?
Mike Laszlo: Well, apparently he had a mild stroke and they’re keeping him in the hospital for observation.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What is that now? Three?
Mike Laszlo: That I know of. Why would my grandma wait a week to tell me all of this?
Kristy Mastrangelo: Maybe she was busy.
Mike Laszlo: Maybe. I think I’m going down to Oklahoma after Collision to see how things are going.
Kristy Mastrangelo: You should. I’m sure they miss you. They went from seeing you once a week or more to not seeing you at all. That’s a hard adjustment.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. I just hope everything is okay.
The scene fades as I shoot a blank stare toward the ceiling.
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[/b]Two months in a row I’ve had that title so close to me that if I stuck my tongue out I could taste it, and twice now it’s been taken from me for no good reason.
At Breaking Away it was Lex Sense and a boot/head/concrete sandwich that just plain didn’t taste good, and last week it was a DAMN TECHNICALITY!
A match that was to have no fluke.
A match that was to have a clear cut winner, and new NCW Champion.
Part of that was true, I not Roberto was the clear cut winner. Three falls to two, and yet I am not standing before you today as the World Champion because technically the match ending was not suitable to the…how was it put? Oh, yes, “legalities” of championship change over. So again, Lex Sense has cost me just because he wants to show that he has more testosterone in the race to please Kelly “The Quitter” Fox, who by the way you two patsy morons…is OFF THE MARKET!
Jesus Christ, I’ve never seen two idiots drool over the affections of a woman who shows none to either man. Whatever, I digress.
This week, Collision after a Pay Per View, again, second time in a row, I go mono-y-mono with the man who is perceived as the best this company has to offer and so far has lived up to every bit of that hype unlike some people, but I won’t mention any names.
You’re right Xander, we’ve come to blows twice now and each time you’ve come out the victor, and for that you are commended. So here’s the question begging on everyone’s mind…is the third time a charm for Mike Laszlo?
I’ve been through some major battles as of late with Roberto, yourself, and Lex. Battles that a normal man would simply bow out of and admit his defeat and lower standing. I am not that man.
The battle we are about to rage is similar to that of David versus Goliath. You, like Goliath, are the man is NCW who strikes fear in those who oppose you. Your lengthy undefeated streak, your World Title reigns, your overall physical gifts. All of those mentioned attributes cause all men on this roster to see you as one of the most feared men in the history of NCW. That makes them all call you the best this company has to offer, title belt or not.
I believe that each day, I get better and better, to the point where it is now time to stand tall against you. You and your physical gifts and mental prowess that for sake of this argument are garnered as your sword and shield, and here I come with a bit of confidence, and a lot of ability of my own, again for sake of argument, my slingshot and stone.
This Sunday I look into your eyes Xander, I pull back that sling that is my confidence and I hit you with that stone that is my ability, and it hits you right between the eyes, as my knee will, and I take the almighty Xander Famularo down for the one…two…three and prove that even the mightiest of NCW can and WILL fall by my hand.
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Title: Don’t Get Old (Finding Out)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 11:16 AM
I had been home for a week and really, for me, it was a tranquil week. I had won the match at Mind Games, again, proving that I am the master of said games. I had not however won the World Title based on a technicality in a rule book. I know, BS, right?
Anyway, I was sitting at home, getting ready for yet another week on the road as we in NCW got ready for Collision. As I was cleaning up around the house, my phone rang on the dining room table prompting me to rush over and answer it.
Mike Laszlo: Hello?
The voice on the other end was my grandmother. Last month, my grandparents had moved down to Oklahoma to be with their two younger grandkids and their son. From the moment they began talking about the move, I could tell that it was going to be difficult for my grandfather. He was seventy-two years old and not in the best of health, and everything and everyone he had ever known was in Ohio. He felt as if he was being forced to move based on the fact that he really couldn’t take care of himself anymore due to his fragile aging process, some diseases, and the stroke he had in 2001.
Eventually he just started going along with things and they had been down their now for a month without any complaints. That is…until now.
Grandma: I have bad news.
Mike Laszlo: What is it? Is everything okay?
The sound of her voice was one of certainty, and believe it or not, not too much worry.
Grandma: Well, they are, and they aren’t?
Mike Laszlo: What?
Grandma: Grandpa was admitted to the hospital this past weekend.
Mike Laszlo: And you’re just now telling me this?
Grandma: It’s nothing major. He had a mild stroke and they have him on antibiotics. Now they’re just keeping him for observation. They say he also has dementia.
Dementia was a no brainer unfortunately. I’ve been having the same conversation with my grandfather every seven minutes for the past year or so now. I think we can call it Alzheimer’s Syndrome by now.
Mike Laszlo: So how long is he going to be in there?
Grandma: I’m not sure. They said it could be anywhere from two days to a week.
Things aren’t looking too good for the old man here. His health is declining faster than Kelly Fox on her next “face of the franchise.”
Mike Laszlo: Is there anything I can do?
Grandma: No. Not really. I just wanted to let you know what was going on.
Mike Laszlo: Maybe I’ll head down there after my next show. You know? To check on things.
Grandma: That would be great. We miss you Michael.
Mike Laszlo: What can I say? I’m a miss-able person.
Grandma: Yes you are. I’ll talk to you later.
Mike Laszlo: Alright. Be safe.
Grandma: Bye.
With that, the call disconnects and all is silent. Phone in hand, I head over to the couch and literally plop down upon it. With a flick of the wrist I toss the phone to the side and hide my face within my hands. That’s a pretty big bombshell to handle. Unannounced to me, Kristy walks into the room. She was cleaning her stuff out from the guest bedroom now that the problems with her ex-boyfriend were solved.
Looking over at me, she could tell that something wasn’t right.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What is it?
Her voice caused me to look up from my sorrowing position to finally notice that she was in the room.
Mike Laszlo: Huh? Oh, nothing.
She headed to the couch and picked up my phone before sitting down, draping her right arm over my shoulder.
Kristy Mastrangelo: You know you can’t lie to me. What’s wrong?
Taking a deep breath I sit back on the couch letting out in a slow, drawn out fashion.
Mike Laszlo: It’s grandpa. He’s getting worse.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What happened?
Mike Laszlo: Well, apparently he had a mild stroke and they’re keeping him in the hospital for observation.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What is that now? Three?
Mike Laszlo: That I know of. Why would my grandma wait a week to tell me all of this?
Kristy Mastrangelo: Maybe she was busy.
Mike Laszlo: Maybe. I think I’m going down to Oklahoma after Collision to see how things are going.
Kristy Mastrangelo: You should. I’m sure they miss you. They went from seeing you once a week or more to not seeing you at all. That’s a hard adjustment.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. I just hope everything is okay.
The scene fades as I shoot a blank stare toward the ceiling.
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Before I continue on about the big bad Xander Famularo, I want to mention the man who I faced last week as before I had not yet seen what he had to offer the viewing world. Now that I’ve seen it, I’ve come to a very logical conclusion…Roberto Verona is INSANE!
I won by a technicality, you retained by that same technicality, but apparently Roberto, I smacked you around just a little too much to the point where you have amnesia. Lex saved your title because right before he punched me in the face, he pulled you down from what was sure to be another Malicious Intent which would have led to that legal pin fall that would have led to you losing that precious title around your waist. Get back in line? I’m the front of the damn line because I’m better than those behind me. I’m the front of the damn line because twice now I’ve had you beat and you’ve wriggled free by a simple technicality. The next time we meet Verona, I won’t just win as I did at Mind Games. I’m taking your belt and I’m doing so minus the technicalities.
So that turns me now back to you Xander. I include you in that line that I am the front of. I don’t care if you have no feeling for the World Title. I don’t care if you have no feeling for the sport of professional wrestling.
Then again, the opposite is also true.
I don’t give a rat’s ass if you have this giant epiphany and all of a sudden stare at the World Title and get the biggest boner on the planet. I don’t care if you rededicate yourself to a cause that nobody gives a damn about. I just don’t care when it comes to you Xander.
You wrestle once or twice a month if that while I bust my ass night in and night out. You sit there and you twiddle your thumbs while I am planting my knee in the face of our World Champion.
Hell Xander, your old man wrestles more than you and guess what, he’s a champion.
So while you sit there on your ass and play the herky jerky with your pecker on your couch, men like me, men like your father, who have the passion, who have the desire, we’ll come to work every day. We’ll give these people a reason to spend their money on this damn product. We will prove why NCW is the greatest wrestling promotion in all the land.
It’s not because we have the best talent sitting at home wasting away on their couch. It’s because we have the best in-ring talent the world has ever seen. You call yourself the best Xander, I call you a second-rate part timer who needs to get his ass in gear only for me to kick it this coming Sunday on Collision.
For the last few months I’ve gone on about change. Change happens this Sunday and will continue from the very moment I pin your shoulders to the mat. You bring your army of supporters who call you the best and on that day, January 13, 2013, I’ll bring my right knee and plant it in the side of your face for the ONE! TWO! THREE!
The giant that is the reputation of Xander Famularo will go down in a heap, and then from there, I continue on my journey to become the NEW NCW CHAMPION![/center]