Post by Mike Laszlo on Feb 9, 2013 19:24:58 GMT -6
So basically what you’re saying Ace is that you want the truth.
Well, here it is:
I’m hurt.
Battered.
Bruised.
Not dead.
As long as a breath courses though my lungs, you can’t bet your ass that I will be in that ring doing what it is that I do best.
You talk of lies, mistruths, and then go on a rant about how I am one of the biggest liars of this company because I couldn’t beat Roberto for the NCW Title. However, the real lies of this company are the ones not spoken.
At least I have the balls to challenge Verona for the belt, much different from you who would rather walk beside him than attempt to prove superiority. You know what that does? All that does is show me that you aren’t worth the paper that your name is signed on for an NCW contract. Anybody in this business, especially this company, better believe that they are the absolute best this company has to offer, otherwise, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
You can sit here all you want and say that my victory in the cage means nothing over you, or that me kicking your teeth down your throat a couple weeks ago means nothing, but the fact of the matter is this, until you prove you are better than me…I will continue knowing that I’m better than you.
A while back, when I was first starting out around here, you beat me, congratulations. Now? Well, let’s just say that while you sit there on your perch as National Champion, content with your position as Verona’s bitch, I’ve passed you right on by. It showed in that cage match and it will show again this Sunday.
Now onto your partner for this Sunday…what’s his name? Hold on, let me think. I swear to God it has some sort of relevance. That’s right, it’s the same guy I’ve faced after the last two Pay Per Views, Xander Famularo.
It’s the same guy I beat in the center of the ring with Malicious Intent the last time we faced off in the center of that ring. It’s the same guy who has become another one of Roberto’s lap dogs. It’s the guy who took his name, and reputation and spit on it the minute he decided to work with our World Champion.
What gives Xander? You want to be booked on the shows? Say the word and someone will put you on there. So what is it? Why have you teamed up with Roberto? Your skills are superior in your own mind. You are better than him in the minds of many. Why don’t you do as you say you could, step up and just take the belt from him?
You’ve gone soft. There’s no more of that killer instinct. You’re content watching from the sidelines as he walks around with a belt that you could hold in the blink of an eye. This Sunday, we do battle again, this time with partners, but the results will be exactly the same as they were a month ago.
Malicious Intent!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
I may be bruised and battered, but I guarantee you that I will be there Sunday night and my team will WIN!
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Title: Want Turns to Need (Purpose)
Location: 9th Ward, New Orleans, Louisiana
Time: 7:32 PM Local Time (Day Before Metamorphosis)
We had just been on the horrid rescue of the pit bulls from the dog fighting ring in some suburban swamp land outside of New Orleans that both sickened me and led me to another path that needed to be taken professionally speaking. I told Tia that I wanted to speak with her upon return about an idea I had, and after taking the dogs to the vet, getting them checked out, loaded in a kennel at the warehouse, and taken care of it was pretty late in the evening. I told her camera crew to get ready as I wanted to make sure that this part was also added to the episode I was to be a part of.
They watched as I pulled my wallet out from my pocket and wrote a check. I headed over to Tia with check in hand and had a seat across from her desk.
Mike Laszlo: Phew! What a workout.
Tia Torres: It’s hard work around here.
Mike Laszlo: No doubt. It tends to be a little dangerous too, and today made me realize a lot.
Tia Torres: Oh?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. I mean, here you are, one person, and you’re making this huge difference. You take all you can and you put it into helping these dogs and for that I truly commend you. That’s just mentally. Now, I want to commend you monetarily.
Tia Torres: Oh you don’t have to.
Mike Laszlo: You’re right, I don’t. However, I feel as though I should. So with that in mind, I donate this to you.
She reaches toward me as I hand her the check. Almost in shock, she puts her hand over her mouth.
Tia Torres: (Muffled.) Are you serious?
Mike Laszlo: I am.
Tia Torres: But this is twenty thousand dollars.
Mike Laszlo: I know. I feel that strongly about your cause.
She was overcome with emotion as she stood up as did I and we embraced.
Tia Torres: Thank you so much.
Mike Laszlo: No problem. None at all. Like I said, I support all you’re doing here and anytime you need, I’m in. I did however want to ask you another question.
Tia Torres: What’s that?
Mike Laszlo: How would you feel if I opened a rescue in Ohio and tied it in with here?
Tia Torres: What do you mean?
Mike Laszlo: I would name it Villalobos Northeast and fund it, hire workers, whatever. Then, anytime there’s an event or something like that, any kind of money raised with fund raising would be split equally between us.
Tia Torres: So, kind of like a satellite?
Mike Laszlo: More like a branch.
Tia Torres: I’m all for it. That though, wasn’t the real reason you were here.
Mike Laszlo: No, I wanted a dog. I was looking at King, but then it said he wasn’t good with kids. Got any in mind?
Tia Torres: Actually, I thought of the perfect dog for you and had Mariah go get her.
Mike Laszlo: Oh really?
Almost as if on cue, Mariah walks in, led by a fiery redheaded pit named Chili.
Mariah Harmony: This is Chili. She’s so cute with her fiery personality and she’s awesome with kids and other animals.
Mariah lets Chili off the leash and she immediately came up to me and put her front paws on my lap. I pet her while she continued sniffing around.
Mike Laszlo: She’s gorgeous.
Tia Torres: Chili is one of our forty Katrina dogs. We rescued her while we were still in Los Angeles, then brought her back to her neighborhood. There were about five thousand dogs that people began to pick the ones they wanted, and her energetic personality and the fact that she’s a pit caused her to be the bottom of the barrel and nobody took her.
Mike Laszlo: She’s such a good girl. I’m surprised.
Tia Torres: We kind of are too. She’s the perfect workout dog, she’ll run all over the place.
Mike Laszlo: Sounds good. So how does this work?
Tia Torres: We’ll schedule a home visit and we’ll come visit you when it’s good for you.
Mike Laszlo: Well I work a lot, but the girls you met are home all the time and I thought it would be good for them to have a companion. Here’s my number, give me a call or shoot me an email and we’ll get it going. Who knows? If I get enough time, I plan on starting this project as soon as possible.
Tia Torres: Alright, we’ll talk to you soon.
Mike Laszlo: Okay.
Getting up from my seat, I pet Chili one last time before heading to the door. Mariah then met me at the door.
Mariah Harmony: Hey.
I stopped in my tracks and turned toward her.
Mike Laszlo: What’s up?
Mariah Harmony: I just wanted to thank you for what you did today.
Mike Laszlo: No problem. He had no right treating you like that. Scumbag.
Mariah Harmony: Well thanks again.
Before I could say anything more, she gave me a hug in appreciation. After we parted I went to leave again when she stopped me again.
Mariah Harmony: OH!
Mike Laszlo: Huh?
Mariah Harmony: I was wondering…can I get your autograph?
I couldn’t help but smile and nod as she led me into her room to get a few things for me to sign. I did so, got another hug, then left as it was time, at that time, to head back to go on to Metamorphosis.
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So here I go into another week in NCW. Another match; another show to put on; another man to beat, or in this case team to beat.
The real question is, with no chance to challenge for the World Title, where do I go from here?
Do I go back to the bottom and work my way back up?
Do I bring back Ray Gross and go for the Tag Team Titles?
Do I beat the Ace this Sunday then take his title from him?
-or-
Do I find that loud mouth “movie star” Steve Awesome and smack his arrogant mouth right off of his face?
Time will tell, as a matter of fact, I’ll let everyone know what I have planned this Sunday to open the show.
Until then, I will do as I’ve always done in my time here in NCW as well as my career. I will put on a show better than anyone, win, lose, or draw, and the difference between this Sunday and last…I will win.
Ace, please stop reminding everyone that you’ve lost the National Title twice only to win it back again.
Xander, get your balls out of the freezer, re-attach them to your body, and take that belt from Verona.
Andy, stay out of my way.
See you all Sunday.
Well, here it is:
I’m hurt.
Battered.
Bruised.
Not dead.
As long as a breath courses though my lungs, you can’t bet your ass that I will be in that ring doing what it is that I do best.
You talk of lies, mistruths, and then go on a rant about how I am one of the biggest liars of this company because I couldn’t beat Roberto for the NCW Title. However, the real lies of this company are the ones not spoken.
At least I have the balls to challenge Verona for the belt, much different from you who would rather walk beside him than attempt to prove superiority. You know what that does? All that does is show me that you aren’t worth the paper that your name is signed on for an NCW contract. Anybody in this business, especially this company, better believe that they are the absolute best this company has to offer, otherwise, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
You can sit here all you want and say that my victory in the cage means nothing over you, or that me kicking your teeth down your throat a couple weeks ago means nothing, but the fact of the matter is this, until you prove you are better than me…I will continue knowing that I’m better than you.
A while back, when I was first starting out around here, you beat me, congratulations. Now? Well, let’s just say that while you sit there on your perch as National Champion, content with your position as Verona’s bitch, I’ve passed you right on by. It showed in that cage match and it will show again this Sunday.
Now onto your partner for this Sunday…what’s his name? Hold on, let me think. I swear to God it has some sort of relevance. That’s right, it’s the same guy I’ve faced after the last two Pay Per Views, Xander Famularo.
It’s the same guy I beat in the center of the ring with Malicious Intent the last time we faced off in the center of that ring. It’s the same guy who has become another one of Roberto’s lap dogs. It’s the guy who took his name, and reputation and spit on it the minute he decided to work with our World Champion.
What gives Xander? You want to be booked on the shows? Say the word and someone will put you on there. So what is it? Why have you teamed up with Roberto? Your skills are superior in your own mind. You are better than him in the minds of many. Why don’t you do as you say you could, step up and just take the belt from him?
You’ve gone soft. There’s no more of that killer instinct. You’re content watching from the sidelines as he walks around with a belt that you could hold in the blink of an eye. This Sunday, we do battle again, this time with partners, but the results will be exactly the same as they were a month ago.
Malicious Intent!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
I may be bruised and battered, but I guarantee you that I will be there Sunday night and my team will WIN!
====================
Title: Want Turns to Need (Purpose)
Location: 9th Ward, New Orleans, Louisiana
Time: 7:32 PM Local Time (Day Before Metamorphosis)
We had just been on the horrid rescue of the pit bulls from the dog fighting ring in some suburban swamp land outside of New Orleans that both sickened me and led me to another path that needed to be taken professionally speaking. I told Tia that I wanted to speak with her upon return about an idea I had, and after taking the dogs to the vet, getting them checked out, loaded in a kennel at the warehouse, and taken care of it was pretty late in the evening. I told her camera crew to get ready as I wanted to make sure that this part was also added to the episode I was to be a part of.
They watched as I pulled my wallet out from my pocket and wrote a check. I headed over to Tia with check in hand and had a seat across from her desk.
Mike Laszlo: Phew! What a workout.
Tia Torres: It’s hard work around here.
Mike Laszlo: No doubt. It tends to be a little dangerous too, and today made me realize a lot.
Tia Torres: Oh?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. I mean, here you are, one person, and you’re making this huge difference. You take all you can and you put it into helping these dogs and for that I truly commend you. That’s just mentally. Now, I want to commend you monetarily.
Tia Torres: Oh you don’t have to.
Mike Laszlo: You’re right, I don’t. However, I feel as though I should. So with that in mind, I donate this to you.
She reaches toward me as I hand her the check. Almost in shock, she puts her hand over her mouth.
Tia Torres: (Muffled.) Are you serious?
Mike Laszlo: I am.
Tia Torres: But this is twenty thousand dollars.
Mike Laszlo: I know. I feel that strongly about your cause.
She was overcome with emotion as she stood up as did I and we embraced.
Tia Torres: Thank you so much.
Mike Laszlo: No problem. None at all. Like I said, I support all you’re doing here and anytime you need, I’m in. I did however want to ask you another question.
Tia Torres: What’s that?
Mike Laszlo: How would you feel if I opened a rescue in Ohio and tied it in with here?
Tia Torres: What do you mean?
Mike Laszlo: I would name it Villalobos Northeast and fund it, hire workers, whatever. Then, anytime there’s an event or something like that, any kind of money raised with fund raising would be split equally between us.
Tia Torres: So, kind of like a satellite?
Mike Laszlo: More like a branch.
Tia Torres: I’m all for it. That though, wasn’t the real reason you were here.
Mike Laszlo: No, I wanted a dog. I was looking at King, but then it said he wasn’t good with kids. Got any in mind?
Tia Torres: Actually, I thought of the perfect dog for you and had Mariah go get her.
Mike Laszlo: Oh really?
Almost as if on cue, Mariah walks in, led by a fiery redheaded pit named Chili.
Mariah Harmony: This is Chili. She’s so cute with her fiery personality and she’s awesome with kids and other animals.
Mariah lets Chili off the leash and she immediately came up to me and put her front paws on my lap. I pet her while she continued sniffing around.
Mike Laszlo: She’s gorgeous.
Tia Torres: Chili is one of our forty Katrina dogs. We rescued her while we were still in Los Angeles, then brought her back to her neighborhood. There were about five thousand dogs that people began to pick the ones they wanted, and her energetic personality and the fact that she’s a pit caused her to be the bottom of the barrel and nobody took her.
Mike Laszlo: She’s such a good girl. I’m surprised.
Tia Torres: We kind of are too. She’s the perfect workout dog, she’ll run all over the place.
Mike Laszlo: Sounds good. So how does this work?
Tia Torres: We’ll schedule a home visit and we’ll come visit you when it’s good for you.
Mike Laszlo: Well I work a lot, but the girls you met are home all the time and I thought it would be good for them to have a companion. Here’s my number, give me a call or shoot me an email and we’ll get it going. Who knows? If I get enough time, I plan on starting this project as soon as possible.
Tia Torres: Alright, we’ll talk to you soon.
Mike Laszlo: Okay.
Getting up from my seat, I pet Chili one last time before heading to the door. Mariah then met me at the door.
Mariah Harmony: Hey.
I stopped in my tracks and turned toward her.
Mike Laszlo: What’s up?
Mariah Harmony: I just wanted to thank you for what you did today.
Mike Laszlo: No problem. He had no right treating you like that. Scumbag.
Mariah Harmony: Well thanks again.
Before I could say anything more, she gave me a hug in appreciation. After we parted I went to leave again when she stopped me again.
Mariah Harmony: OH!
Mike Laszlo: Huh?
Mariah Harmony: I was wondering…can I get your autograph?
I couldn’t help but smile and nod as she led me into her room to get a few things for me to sign. I did so, got another hug, then left as it was time, at that time, to head back to go on to Metamorphosis.
====================
So here I go into another week in NCW. Another match; another show to put on; another man to beat, or in this case team to beat.
The real question is, with no chance to challenge for the World Title, where do I go from here?
Do I go back to the bottom and work my way back up?
Do I bring back Ray Gross and go for the Tag Team Titles?
Do I beat the Ace this Sunday then take his title from him?
-or-
Do I find that loud mouth “movie star” Steve Awesome and smack his arrogant mouth right off of his face?
Time will tell, as a matter of fact, I’ll let everyone know what I have planned this Sunday to open the show.
Until then, I will do as I’ve always done in my time here in NCW as well as my career. I will put on a show better than anyone, win, lose, or draw, and the difference between this Sunday and last…I will win.
Ace, please stop reminding everyone that you’ve lost the National Title twice only to win it back again.
Xander, get your balls out of the freezer, re-attach them to your body, and take that belt from Verona.
Andy, stay out of my way.
See you all Sunday.