Post by Mike Laszlo on Oct 26, 2011 21:53:24 GMT -6
Lessons…they’re all around us. What you learn in life is what helps you get by. Some call it adaptation while others call it survival. Well I think it’s about damn time that I adapt to NCW just so I can survive. It’s time that NCW sees the real Mike Laszlo. I’m done pussy-footing around this place just because it’s “new”. The business is not new to me and I am not new to this business. It’s time to show the world what they’ve been missing for the last two years.
Freakke…
You’ve faced me twice now and have fared pretty well. However, that was the old me, and now, you take on the man with the attitude that if I have to kill you to win, I will do so and it won’t be personal…just business.
Nick Cooper…
Don’t know you, don’t care to. Know that this is the Mike Laszlo who has won the majority of my one hundred thirty two victories in the world of wrestling and that you sir will become just another statistic.
Title: Adaptation.
Location: The Montecito Hotel and Resort
Las Vegas, Nevada
Time: 12:03 AM Western Standard Time
To open the scene, we see Mike and Raven, the two of them sitting out on the balcony of his Las Vegas penthouse, atop his formerly-owned hotel. The warm night/early morning air was pleasurable after a cold spell on the East Coast. Mike lies back on the chair, closing his eyes, and doing something he hadn’t done in a long time…relaxing. His eyes were soon opened however as he felt a body lying on top of him. He looks down and sees Raven lying on top of him, her head nuzzled comfortably on his chest. He couldn’t help but feel uneasy inside.
Mike’s Thoughts: Wow, coming on a little strong aren’t we? I mean we haven’t even been on a real first date yet…
His concentration was soon broken as he felt a vibration on his leg. Both he and Raven sit up, and reach in their pockets.
Mike Laszlo: (Not realizing Raven had flipped open her phone.) It’s not me.
Raven: (Speaking into the phone.) Hello? Right. Hold on. (Turning toward Mike.) Hun, I gotta take this.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, go ahead.
She stands up from his chair and heads inside. Mike again closes his eyes and tries to relax, taking in the calmness of the air, which seemed to do its best, drowning out the noise and chaos of the city below. Again the relaxation is broken, as we can hear yelling from inside the penthouse.
Raven: I WILL! GAWD, I CAN’T RUSH THIS YOU IDIOT!
She looks toward the balcony and sees Mike looking in; an eyebrow cocked up, and moves out of sight. Mike now curious, steps inside, and can now hear her voice faintly behind a door. Wanting to hear what all the yelling and commotion was about, he presses his ear against the door and listens in…what he hears isn’t good.
Raven: Steve, we’ll get this done. I guarantee it. I have him eating out of the palm of my hand and it’s only been a week. Hell he flew me to Vegas, and is putting me up in his room. Give me another week or two, and I’ll get what we need.
He didn’t need to hear anymore as he was now extremely agitated. He walks back out onto the balcony, keeping quiet, to avoid being caught eavesdropping. He sits back on the chair, and lies back, his face twitching with anger as he closes his eyes again, this time ignoring the soothing air, and the chaos below. All he could think about is the betrayal he had just overheard being conspired against him.
Mike’s Thoughts: How could I let this happen? I knew something was wrong, and yet I still went with it. How could I be so damn foolish?
He opens his eyes as he hears Raven’s footsteps. She sits back on his chair as if nothing had happened, and goes to lay her head on his chest again, only to fall flat on her face against the chair. Mike had stood up from the chair before she had a chance to settle in. A little unnerved she sits up, rubbing the side of her face.
Raven: What’s wrong?
Mike Laszlo: (Doing his best to keep his composure, and not go off on the jezebel.) Nothing. I got something I gotta take care of. Stay here, I’ll be back.
Raven: Um…okay.
Mike Laszlo: (In an attempt to give a hint that he knew what was going on.) Do you NEED anything?
Raven: Not that I can think of.
Mike storms into the penthouse, then out the door into the hallway. He gets in the elevator, and heads down a floor. Walking down the hall he turns in front of a door and begins pounding on it. From inside we can hear the voice of his best friend Kristy Mastrangelo who came on this trip with him to visit another one of her friends.
Kristy Mastrangelo: I’ll be right there.
Impatiently, Mike continues to pound on the door until it’s open.
Kristy Mastrangelo: YES!? Oh, Mike…hi.
The look on his face caused her deep concern, as she invited him inside.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What’s wrong?
Mike steps inside, and sits on the couch, burying his face within his hands. After a second of contemplation, he let’s out a loud, drawn out sigh, before lifting his head.
Mike Laszlo: I can’t believe I let this happen.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Completely lost, not to mention confused.) Let what happen?
Mike Laszlo: Raven.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What about her?
Mike Laszlo: She’s playing me.
Kristy Mastrangelo: How so?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know yet. She got a phone call from a guy named Steve, and she said she had me eating out of the palm of her hand, and in the next two weeks she’d get what she “needs.” Then she came out and tried to lay with me on a chair like nothing was wrong.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Wow, that’s surprising. I never saw that coming.
Mike Laszlo: Tell me about it. I don’t know what to do.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Get rid of her.
Mike Laszlo: I can’t just leave her here in Vegas. I took her from everything.
Kristy Mastrangelo: So fly her back. She shouldn’t be here with you. She’s a distraction both mentally and physically.
Mike Laszlo: I know.
Kristy Mastrangelo: She’s a leech.
Mike Laszlo: I know.
Kristy Mastrangelo: By her a bus ticket and ship her out of town.
Mike Laszlo: I’ll dump her after the coming show. We’ll be heading back east and I can leave her on a corner.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Letting out a sigh.) You know my position.
Mike Laszlo: I do. I need you to do something for me.
Kristy Mastrangelo: I can try.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t say anything about this to anyone. I don’t want anyone else to know what’s going on.
Kristy Mastrangelo: My lips are sealed.
Mike Laszlo: Good, do me another favor and keep an eye on her.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Who?
Mike Laszlo: Raven, you dork.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Oh…right…got it.
He begins rubbing his hand around his face out of frustration before planting his hands firmly on his legs, and pushing himself off the couch, then heading toward the door.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Where ya going?
Mike Laszlo: I gotta go for a walk. Thanks for the talk.
Kristy Mastrangelo: No problem. I’ll see ya tomorrow?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. Sleep tight.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Goodnight.
Opening the door he steps out and closes the door behind him, causing a loud “SLAM” echo throughout the hallway. The halls were lit just enough to see what was going on, and where he was going. His shadow followed as he made his way back to the elevator, where he pressed the down button, causing a red circle to illuminate around the button. The doors soon slid open, allowing the former casino owner to step into the elevator, where he listened to the mellow music that usually accompanies an elevator ride, as he waits for the descending journey to end. The doors open again and the neon lights, ringing bells, cheering people, and the accompanying sounds of the casino rush him all at once, but he seems to walk it off and head to the bar, where he sits there, crossing his arms on the counter, burying his face within. He’s forced from his feeling of despair as the sound of aluminum being set on the counter top causes him to raise his head just enough to see who it was that had created the noise. Standing behind the table was Michelle Summers.
Michelle Summers: What’s wrong Mike?
Mike Laszlo: Bad night. Thanks for the Sprite.
Michelle Summers: Your welcome. Wanna talk about it?
Mike Laszlo: Meh.
Michelle comes around the counter, and has a seat next to Mike on the stool to his left, turned sideways to show that she is devoting all of her attention toward him.
Michelle Summers: Come on, you know you gotta get this off your chest to feel better. If you keep things buried inside, they’re probably gonna come out in a negative manner, where as here you can simply talk them out.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, it’s Raven. She’s nothing that she seems to be.
Michelle Summers: What do you mean?
Mike Laszlo: She’s a con artist.
Michelle Summers: How so?
Mike Laszlo: I heard her on her cell phone talking to a guy named Steve. She said she had me eating out of the palm of her hand, and that it would only take two weeks to get what they wanted.
Michelle Summers: That’s horrible…are you serious?
Mike Laszlo: Do I really look like I’m in the joking mood.
Michelle Summers: (Looking down.) Sorry.
Mike Laszlo: Nah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t snap at you. It’s not your fault. I should be able to handle things like this. Normally I can, but this is a blow. It’s like she ripped open a cut and continued to pour salt in it.
Michelle Summers: What are you gonna do?
Mike Laszlo: (Taking a sip of his Sprite.) Honestly…I don’t know. I talked to Kristy before coming down here, and she thinks I should ship her back to Ohio.
Michelle Summers: (The tone of her voice rather moody and negative.) I’d kick her out of the casino and tell her to never come in your life again.
Mike Laszlo: (Setting down his drink and looking at Michelle like she had gone mad.) Wow, that’s what Kristy said. I figure I brought her out here, so I might as well send her back. You know what though? Why should I waste anymore money on her?
Michelle Summers: You shouldn’t.
Mike Laszlo: In fact…if she wants to play head games, I should too.
Michelle Summers: You should.
Mike Laszlo: Are you good at that?
Michelle Summers: (Shaking her head.) Not really. You know who is though?
Mike Laszlo: Who?
Michelle Summers: Sam.
Mike Laszlo: Kristy isn’t bad at it either.
Taking another sip of his Sprite, he stands from the bar stool and looks at Michelle with a smile.
Mike Laszlo: Thanks.
Michelle Summers: No problem. Glad I could help. (With a devious smile of her own formed across her face.) Keep me posted?
Mike Laszlo: Sure.
With malicious intent now on the brain, no pun intended, Mike starts looking around for Sam. Glancing from side to side over the sea of people, he can’t find Sam anywhere, as seemed to be the case more often than not even when he used to own this place. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out his cell phone, knowing that she…like him carried her cell phone everywhere. Dialing the number he waits for an answer, soon getting what he wished for.
Mike Laszlo: Sam, it’s Mike…What? No…forget that. Where are you? Okay…stay there and I’ll be right over.
Folding up his phone, he shoves it back in his pocket and heads over for the craps tables. After a second glance, he sees Sam near a man who looked to be in his late fifties, but was trying way too hard to be in his thirties again. Mike walks over and excuses Sam from her client.
Samantha Marquez: (In a shocked and bewildered manner.) Why do you have to pull me from my client? I was gonna come over willingly.
Mike Laszlo: I know. I’m in a hurry. I need your help.
Samantha Marquez: Can’t this wait til tomorrow?
Mike Laszlo: No, I need to get revenge tonight.
Samantha Marquez: Revenge you say? Count me in.
Mike Laszlo: Good meet me in Kristy’s room in like twenty minutes.
Samantha Marquez: (With a conniving smile.) I’ll be there.
Mike Laszlo: Good.
Turning from Sam, he heads for the elevator, repeating the process from earlier, only this time in reverse, and in a better mood. He heads back to Kristy’s room and again begins knocking on the door. Like before he could hear her voice from behind the door, only this time it was a little groggy.
Kristy Mastrangelo: I’m coming Mike.
She opens the door, and he quickly rushes inside, not realizing that her hair was a mess and that she had been asleep. Before he sits down he begins unraveling his plan to get revenge.
Mike Laszlo: Michelle helped me come to a conclusion.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Yawning.) And what conclusion would that be.
Mike Laszlo: Get back at her.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Brushing her hair with her fingers, in an attempt to make herself look a little more presentable, as she tucks her feet under her rear end.) How do you plan on doing this?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know yet. I got Sam coming up here, and I was hoping the two of you could help me. She’s already agreed to it.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Why so early in the morning?
Mike Laszlo: It’s only one in the morning.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Yeah, but we got some big stuff going down this week.
Mike Laszlo: Well I just added one more thing to the agenda. We’ll sleep in tomorrow.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well I’m coming over there and laying on the couch with you because I’m beat.
Mike Laszlo: Whatever.
Kristy gets up from the chair and heads to the couch that Mike is sitting on where she sort of slumps over, and rests her head on his shoulder. The two wait patiently for Sam to enter the room.
----FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER----
After fifteen long minutes that really seemed like forever went by, there’s a knock at the door that startles Kristy as she had passed out on Mike’s shoulder. She sits up on the couch, off his shoulder, and he stands to his feet and heads for the door. As he walks in the door’s general direction, he turns back to Kristy who has now assumed a more relaxed position.
Mike Laszlo: This has to be Sam.
Kristy: Let’s hope so.
The knocking continues and seems to get a little more impatient.
Mike Laszlo: (With a tone in his voice that shows that he is already annoyed with the repeated pounding of the door.) On my way…Jesus Christ.
He gets to the door and turns the handle, but before he can pull said door open, Sam pushes it out of her way and storms in, causing the door to hit Mike who then shoves it closed with a massive push, creating a loud slam that could be heard throughout the floor, causing both Kristy and Sam to be startled, and turn toward him.
Mike Laszlo: (His voice with an irritated tone.) OW!
As if to ignore his moment of pain, Sam turns and heads further into the room, having a seat on a chair next to the couch.
Samantha Marquez: Didn’t see you there.
She then turns toward Kristy as Mike heads back to the couch where he was seated.
Samantha Marquez: Now about this revenge…
The scene fades as the three discuss plans of revenge on the conniving jezebel known as Raven.
You see? The words adaptation and survival don’t just apply in the wrestling world, but in the real world as well.
This Sunday, on the Pay Per View web show, I show that I have indeed adapted to the NCW landscape and I show that I can and WILL survive.
So whether it’s Nick Cooper, or Freakke, really, it makes no difference. One or both of you will be looking up at the bright lights of the arena as the referee raises my hand in victory. Mike Laszlo is here to stay in new Championship wrestling, and the only way from here…is up.
Freakke…
You’ve faced me twice now and have fared pretty well. However, that was the old me, and now, you take on the man with the attitude that if I have to kill you to win, I will do so and it won’t be personal…just business.
Nick Cooper…
Don’t know you, don’t care to. Know that this is the Mike Laszlo who has won the majority of my one hundred thirty two victories in the world of wrestling and that you sir will become just another statistic.
Title: Adaptation.
Location: The Montecito Hotel and Resort
Las Vegas, Nevada
Time: 12:03 AM Western Standard Time
To open the scene, we see Mike and Raven, the two of them sitting out on the balcony of his Las Vegas penthouse, atop his formerly-owned hotel. The warm night/early morning air was pleasurable after a cold spell on the East Coast. Mike lies back on the chair, closing his eyes, and doing something he hadn’t done in a long time…relaxing. His eyes were soon opened however as he felt a body lying on top of him. He looks down and sees Raven lying on top of him, her head nuzzled comfortably on his chest. He couldn’t help but feel uneasy inside.
Mike’s Thoughts: Wow, coming on a little strong aren’t we? I mean we haven’t even been on a real first date yet…
His concentration was soon broken as he felt a vibration on his leg. Both he and Raven sit up, and reach in their pockets.
Mike Laszlo: (Not realizing Raven had flipped open her phone.) It’s not me.
Raven: (Speaking into the phone.) Hello? Right. Hold on. (Turning toward Mike.) Hun, I gotta take this.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, go ahead.
She stands up from his chair and heads inside. Mike again closes his eyes and tries to relax, taking in the calmness of the air, which seemed to do its best, drowning out the noise and chaos of the city below. Again the relaxation is broken, as we can hear yelling from inside the penthouse.
Raven: I WILL! GAWD, I CAN’T RUSH THIS YOU IDIOT!
She looks toward the balcony and sees Mike looking in; an eyebrow cocked up, and moves out of sight. Mike now curious, steps inside, and can now hear her voice faintly behind a door. Wanting to hear what all the yelling and commotion was about, he presses his ear against the door and listens in…what he hears isn’t good.
Raven: Steve, we’ll get this done. I guarantee it. I have him eating out of the palm of my hand and it’s only been a week. Hell he flew me to Vegas, and is putting me up in his room. Give me another week or two, and I’ll get what we need.
He didn’t need to hear anymore as he was now extremely agitated. He walks back out onto the balcony, keeping quiet, to avoid being caught eavesdropping. He sits back on the chair, and lies back, his face twitching with anger as he closes his eyes again, this time ignoring the soothing air, and the chaos below. All he could think about is the betrayal he had just overheard being conspired against him.
Mike’s Thoughts: How could I let this happen? I knew something was wrong, and yet I still went with it. How could I be so damn foolish?
He opens his eyes as he hears Raven’s footsteps. She sits back on his chair as if nothing had happened, and goes to lay her head on his chest again, only to fall flat on her face against the chair. Mike had stood up from the chair before she had a chance to settle in. A little unnerved she sits up, rubbing the side of her face.
Raven: What’s wrong?
Mike Laszlo: (Doing his best to keep his composure, and not go off on the jezebel.) Nothing. I got something I gotta take care of. Stay here, I’ll be back.
Raven: Um…okay.
Mike Laszlo: (In an attempt to give a hint that he knew what was going on.) Do you NEED anything?
Raven: Not that I can think of.
Mike storms into the penthouse, then out the door into the hallway. He gets in the elevator, and heads down a floor. Walking down the hall he turns in front of a door and begins pounding on it. From inside we can hear the voice of his best friend Kristy Mastrangelo who came on this trip with him to visit another one of her friends.
Kristy Mastrangelo: I’ll be right there.
Impatiently, Mike continues to pound on the door until it’s open.
Kristy Mastrangelo: YES!? Oh, Mike…hi.
The look on his face caused her deep concern, as she invited him inside.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What’s wrong?
Mike steps inside, and sits on the couch, burying his face within his hands. After a second of contemplation, he let’s out a loud, drawn out sigh, before lifting his head.
Mike Laszlo: I can’t believe I let this happen.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Completely lost, not to mention confused.) Let what happen?
Mike Laszlo: Raven.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What about her?
Mike Laszlo: She’s playing me.
Kristy Mastrangelo: How so?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know yet. She got a phone call from a guy named Steve, and she said she had me eating out of the palm of her hand, and in the next two weeks she’d get what she “needs.” Then she came out and tried to lay with me on a chair like nothing was wrong.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Wow, that’s surprising. I never saw that coming.
Mike Laszlo: Tell me about it. I don’t know what to do.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Get rid of her.
Mike Laszlo: I can’t just leave her here in Vegas. I took her from everything.
Kristy Mastrangelo: So fly her back. She shouldn’t be here with you. She’s a distraction both mentally and physically.
Mike Laszlo: I know.
Kristy Mastrangelo: She’s a leech.
Mike Laszlo: I know.
Kristy Mastrangelo: By her a bus ticket and ship her out of town.
Mike Laszlo: I’ll dump her after the coming show. We’ll be heading back east and I can leave her on a corner.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Letting out a sigh.) You know my position.
Mike Laszlo: I do. I need you to do something for me.
Kristy Mastrangelo: I can try.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t say anything about this to anyone. I don’t want anyone else to know what’s going on.
Kristy Mastrangelo: My lips are sealed.
Mike Laszlo: Good, do me another favor and keep an eye on her.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Who?
Mike Laszlo: Raven, you dork.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Oh…right…got it.
He begins rubbing his hand around his face out of frustration before planting his hands firmly on his legs, and pushing himself off the couch, then heading toward the door.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Where ya going?
Mike Laszlo: I gotta go for a walk. Thanks for the talk.
Kristy Mastrangelo: No problem. I’ll see ya tomorrow?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. Sleep tight.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Goodnight.
Opening the door he steps out and closes the door behind him, causing a loud “SLAM” echo throughout the hallway. The halls were lit just enough to see what was going on, and where he was going. His shadow followed as he made his way back to the elevator, where he pressed the down button, causing a red circle to illuminate around the button. The doors soon slid open, allowing the former casino owner to step into the elevator, where he listened to the mellow music that usually accompanies an elevator ride, as he waits for the descending journey to end. The doors open again and the neon lights, ringing bells, cheering people, and the accompanying sounds of the casino rush him all at once, but he seems to walk it off and head to the bar, where he sits there, crossing his arms on the counter, burying his face within. He’s forced from his feeling of despair as the sound of aluminum being set on the counter top causes him to raise his head just enough to see who it was that had created the noise. Standing behind the table was Michelle Summers.
Michelle Summers: What’s wrong Mike?
Mike Laszlo: Bad night. Thanks for the Sprite.
Michelle Summers: Your welcome. Wanna talk about it?
Mike Laszlo: Meh.
Michelle comes around the counter, and has a seat next to Mike on the stool to his left, turned sideways to show that she is devoting all of her attention toward him.
Michelle Summers: Come on, you know you gotta get this off your chest to feel better. If you keep things buried inside, they’re probably gonna come out in a negative manner, where as here you can simply talk them out.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, it’s Raven. She’s nothing that she seems to be.
Michelle Summers: What do you mean?
Mike Laszlo: She’s a con artist.
Michelle Summers: How so?
Mike Laszlo: I heard her on her cell phone talking to a guy named Steve. She said she had me eating out of the palm of her hand, and that it would only take two weeks to get what they wanted.
Michelle Summers: That’s horrible…are you serious?
Mike Laszlo: Do I really look like I’m in the joking mood.
Michelle Summers: (Looking down.) Sorry.
Mike Laszlo: Nah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t snap at you. It’s not your fault. I should be able to handle things like this. Normally I can, but this is a blow. It’s like she ripped open a cut and continued to pour salt in it.
Michelle Summers: What are you gonna do?
Mike Laszlo: (Taking a sip of his Sprite.) Honestly…I don’t know. I talked to Kristy before coming down here, and she thinks I should ship her back to Ohio.
Michelle Summers: (The tone of her voice rather moody and negative.) I’d kick her out of the casino and tell her to never come in your life again.
Mike Laszlo: (Setting down his drink and looking at Michelle like she had gone mad.) Wow, that’s what Kristy said. I figure I brought her out here, so I might as well send her back. You know what though? Why should I waste anymore money on her?
Michelle Summers: You shouldn’t.
Mike Laszlo: In fact…if she wants to play head games, I should too.
Michelle Summers: You should.
Mike Laszlo: Are you good at that?
Michelle Summers: (Shaking her head.) Not really. You know who is though?
Mike Laszlo: Who?
Michelle Summers: Sam.
Mike Laszlo: Kristy isn’t bad at it either.
Taking another sip of his Sprite, he stands from the bar stool and looks at Michelle with a smile.
Mike Laszlo: Thanks.
Michelle Summers: No problem. Glad I could help. (With a devious smile of her own formed across her face.) Keep me posted?
Mike Laszlo: Sure.
With malicious intent now on the brain, no pun intended, Mike starts looking around for Sam. Glancing from side to side over the sea of people, he can’t find Sam anywhere, as seemed to be the case more often than not even when he used to own this place. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out his cell phone, knowing that she…like him carried her cell phone everywhere. Dialing the number he waits for an answer, soon getting what he wished for.
Mike Laszlo: Sam, it’s Mike…What? No…forget that. Where are you? Okay…stay there and I’ll be right over.
Folding up his phone, he shoves it back in his pocket and heads over for the craps tables. After a second glance, he sees Sam near a man who looked to be in his late fifties, but was trying way too hard to be in his thirties again. Mike walks over and excuses Sam from her client.
Samantha Marquez: (In a shocked and bewildered manner.) Why do you have to pull me from my client? I was gonna come over willingly.
Mike Laszlo: I know. I’m in a hurry. I need your help.
Samantha Marquez: Can’t this wait til tomorrow?
Mike Laszlo: No, I need to get revenge tonight.
Samantha Marquez: Revenge you say? Count me in.
Mike Laszlo: Good meet me in Kristy’s room in like twenty minutes.
Samantha Marquez: (With a conniving smile.) I’ll be there.
Mike Laszlo: Good.
Turning from Sam, he heads for the elevator, repeating the process from earlier, only this time in reverse, and in a better mood. He heads back to Kristy’s room and again begins knocking on the door. Like before he could hear her voice from behind the door, only this time it was a little groggy.
Kristy Mastrangelo: I’m coming Mike.
She opens the door, and he quickly rushes inside, not realizing that her hair was a mess and that she had been asleep. Before he sits down he begins unraveling his plan to get revenge.
Mike Laszlo: Michelle helped me come to a conclusion.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Yawning.) And what conclusion would that be.
Mike Laszlo: Get back at her.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Brushing her hair with her fingers, in an attempt to make herself look a little more presentable, as she tucks her feet under her rear end.) How do you plan on doing this?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know yet. I got Sam coming up here, and I was hoping the two of you could help me. She’s already agreed to it.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Why so early in the morning?
Mike Laszlo: It’s only one in the morning.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Yeah, but we got some big stuff going down this week.
Mike Laszlo: Well I just added one more thing to the agenda. We’ll sleep in tomorrow.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well I’m coming over there and laying on the couch with you because I’m beat.
Mike Laszlo: Whatever.
Kristy gets up from the chair and heads to the couch that Mike is sitting on where she sort of slumps over, and rests her head on his shoulder. The two wait patiently for Sam to enter the room.
----FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER----
After fifteen long minutes that really seemed like forever went by, there’s a knock at the door that startles Kristy as she had passed out on Mike’s shoulder. She sits up on the couch, off his shoulder, and he stands to his feet and heads for the door. As he walks in the door’s general direction, he turns back to Kristy who has now assumed a more relaxed position.
Mike Laszlo: This has to be Sam.
Kristy: Let’s hope so.
The knocking continues and seems to get a little more impatient.
Mike Laszlo: (With a tone in his voice that shows that he is already annoyed with the repeated pounding of the door.) On my way…Jesus Christ.
He gets to the door and turns the handle, but before he can pull said door open, Sam pushes it out of her way and storms in, causing the door to hit Mike who then shoves it closed with a massive push, creating a loud slam that could be heard throughout the floor, causing both Kristy and Sam to be startled, and turn toward him.
Mike Laszlo: (His voice with an irritated tone.) OW!
As if to ignore his moment of pain, Sam turns and heads further into the room, having a seat on a chair next to the couch.
Samantha Marquez: Didn’t see you there.
She then turns toward Kristy as Mike heads back to the couch where he was seated.
Samantha Marquez: Now about this revenge…
The scene fades as the three discuss plans of revenge on the conniving jezebel known as Raven.
You see? The words adaptation and survival don’t just apply in the wrestling world, but in the real world as well.
This Sunday, on the Pay Per View web show, I show that I have indeed adapted to the NCW landscape and I show that I can and WILL survive.
So whether it’s Nick Cooper, or Freakke, really, it makes no difference. One or both of you will be looking up at the bright lights of the arena as the referee raises my hand in victory. Mike Laszlo is here to stay in new Championship wrestling, and the only way from here…is up.
