Post by Mike Laszlo on Oct 29, 2011 1:11:48 GMT -6
Nothing matters anymore.
All we once knew is destroyed and this new world has formed around us, almost overnight.
Respect for others?
Out the window.
Care for the well-being of others?
Please, who cares.
The only thing that matters to the masses today is the one they consider numero uno, and that is one’s self.
There use to be a place and time when chivalry truly existed. Men would hold doors for women, help the elderly with everyday chores they once took for granted, and all and all people were good.
Nowadays? Now, who gives a damn. Let that crippled lady with a broken leg mow her own grass, even if it takes her all day. That old man who looks like he’s going to fall over after one step? Let him walk across the street through traffic because he’s too old and belligerent to know what the hell he’s doing.
Freakke and Nick Cooper?
Let them get in the ring with the most dangerous man in professional wrestling today. They knew what they were getting put into by the powers that be and they said it was fine. Little do they know that after this coming Sunday, it won’t be fine. After this Sunday I’ll be free of a nagging pest in both my professional as well as my personal life. I will get the monkey off my back that is the tasteless critics, and I will dump a waste of space from my life for her treachery and betrayal, and when all is said and done, there will be nothing…AND I MEAN NOTHING…clouding my judgment. There will be nothing to break my focus.
The words of the critics?
They’ll mean nothing.
All the doubters?
They can bite me.
My two opponents?
They can lose to me and accept it.
Title: Paybacks a Bitch and So Are You
Part 1: Set Things In Motion
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Time: 2:00 A.M. Western Standard Time
The last time we saw Mike Laszlo, he was in the hotel room of his best friend Kristy, sitting their with both Kristy and the casino host, Samantha Marquez. It was a few hours earlier that Mike had overheard a childhood friend Raven was conspiring to take him for everything he has and then some, and it was about an hour ago he decided that he was going to counteract her head games with head games of his own. So where we’re cutting in is after about a one hour conspiracy session between the two women and Mike himself. Samantha sits on the chair adjacent to a couch where both Mike and a now extremely tired Kristy sit. The three have bounced some vengeful ideas off one another and it seems as if they have fortified the plan.
Samantha Marquez: (Standing from her seat.) So we’re all in agreement that this is what we’re going to do?
Kristy simply nods as Mike responds.
Mike Laszlo: (Also nodding his head while responding.) Yeah that sounds perfect. Time to have some fun.
He turns toward Sam.
Mike Laszlo: You go back to work, we’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.
Samantha Marquez: Okay.
He then turns toward Kristy.
Mike Laszlo: You go to bed knucklehead.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Jumping from her seated position with her last bit of energy.) Thank God.
Mike too stands from his seat and hugs Kristy before she heads to the partitioned off bedroom. Both he and Sam head to the door and leave the room, Sam heading back to the casino floor to work, Mike heading back to his room. After exiting the elevator, Mike goes to turn down the hall toward his room when he sees a man he’s never seen before exiting the room. He ducks back into the elevator and heads back down a floor to avoid being seen, hoping the mystery man would take the elevator as well so he could avoid him. Mike walks out of the elevator a floor below his and looks up at the numbers above the doors of the second elevator. The numbers illuminate in ascending order as the elevator approaches the top floor, his floor. He sees them stop on the penthouse level, then start down again. Immediately he jumps into the elevator and heads back up to the penthouse level and exit’s the elevator, turning down the hall toward his room, and this time, heading toward it all while thinking of his current situation.
Mike's Thoughts: How do I play this one out? Do I let her know I saw someone leaving? Nah, she’d just lie about it. Just like she lies about everything. No good tramp.
After about fifty or so feet, he slides his keycard into the slot and can hear the door unlock as was indicated by the green flashing light. Opening the door he enters the room to hear noises as if someone were going through something, or doing their best to hide something. There’s rustling of papers, even a loud thud as if a piece of furniture had hit the wall. Not one to care about what others think he closes the door lightly behind him, then turns and yells rather abruptly.
Mike Laszlo: HELLOOOOOOO!!!
The movement stops, and all of a sudden, Raven scurries toward the doorway leading into the bedroom of the suite.
Raven Simpson: Hi baby.
Mike Laszlo: Hey. What are you doing up so late?
Raven Simpson: Couldn’t sleep.
Mike Laszlo: What was all that noise?
Raven Simpson: Nothing important. Just going through some things.
Mike Laszlo: Oh, okay.
Now he couldn’t help but think this sarcastic remark.
Mike’s Thoughts: Well, she told the truth about something. What however were the “things” she was going through?
Before he could think anything else to himself, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her voice.
Raven Simpson: What about you?
Not expecting her to respond he shakes off his thought “trance”.
Mike Laszlo: (Shaking his head to catch up with what’s going on.) Huh? Me? Oh. I was taking a walk. Clearing my head.
Raven Simpson: Did it work?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. Talked to Sam and Kristy.
He could tell her jealousy was starting to get worked up at the mere mention of another woman’s name and the fact that he was with them instead of her. Now, we all know she doesn’t really care, but she has to act that way for her flawed plan to “work” and he was going to use that to his full advantage.
Raven Simpson: What did you talk to them about that you couldn’t talk about with me?
Mike Laszlo: Stuff.
Raven Simpson: Like what?
He realizes by now he’s got her hooked and can’t help but turn to chain the door and crack a smile out of her sight.
Mike Laszlo: (Turning back toward Raven.) Me and Kristy were just reminiscing about old times, and you know Sam…all work all the time. I was just curious how things have gotten since I left.
She didn’t believe him and he could tell, but he really didn’t care.
Raven Simpson: (Now with her hands on her hips, a scowl on her face.) And?
Mike Laszlo: (With a confused look on his face to egg her on.) What?
Raven Simpson: How’s it going?
Mike Laszlo: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH! Same ole, same old.
Frustrated that she can’t get through to him, she snaps around and heads for the bed. He takes off his shoes at the door and heads for the bedroom. Once there he gets ready for bed and slides under the blanket reaching over to turn his light off on his side. He rolls over to the sight of Raven propped up in the bed her arms crossed, and a look of distain on her face. He goes to kiss her on the cheek but she turns the other way prompting him to egg her on just a little bit more.
Mike Laszlo: Whatever.
Rolling back over he closes his eyes as she looks over at him in astonishment. As he starts to fall asleep he can sense her frustration as she reaches over and turns her light off before thrashing about in the bed to create her own sleep position. A smile creeps across his face as he drifts off to sleep.
Head games truly are fun aren’t they? Especially if you’re good at them. I happen to be one of the best at them. At least that’s what I think, and that’s what a lot of people tell me. It probably has to do with the fact that I don’t care what I have to do to get back at someone, I just do it.
Take this girl for instance, and the same goes true for anyone. I can be your best friend, but soon as you do something to hurt me or my family, it’s on and I guarantee you will regret your actions.
The world of wrestling is a bit different though. Being a professional wrestler is like a license to play head games. Each and every week I’m put in a match and I get to play my little games. I don’t need stupid masks or face paint, or a strange appearance. No, all I need is the words that emanate from my lips. All I need is an opponent who for all intents and purposes has a weaker mind than that of myself. All I need is…me. So I could sit here and tell both Freakke and Nick Cooper that I’m going to beat them with in an inch of their lives, or that I’m going to destroy them, but all of that is highly over done, and quite frankly is just boring diatribe.
I’m not going to come close to killing them. I’m not going to put them on life support. I’m not going to end their lively hood. What I will do however, is take their spirit. I will make it so they no longer want to compete in our match. I will make it so that I walk into the ring live on the internet web show, face off against the two men who stand opposite myself, and win.
When the smoke clears, the bell rings, and my hand is raised in victory, it is then that the doubters are proven wrong. It is then that the nay-sayers shut their mouths, and it is then that I prove that I am what I’ve always said I am…simply put…THE BEST!
All we once knew is destroyed and this new world has formed around us, almost overnight.
Respect for others?
Out the window.
Care for the well-being of others?
Please, who cares.
The only thing that matters to the masses today is the one they consider numero uno, and that is one’s self.
There use to be a place and time when chivalry truly existed. Men would hold doors for women, help the elderly with everyday chores they once took for granted, and all and all people were good.
Nowadays? Now, who gives a damn. Let that crippled lady with a broken leg mow her own grass, even if it takes her all day. That old man who looks like he’s going to fall over after one step? Let him walk across the street through traffic because he’s too old and belligerent to know what the hell he’s doing.
Freakke and Nick Cooper?
Let them get in the ring with the most dangerous man in professional wrestling today. They knew what they were getting put into by the powers that be and they said it was fine. Little do they know that after this coming Sunday, it won’t be fine. After this Sunday I’ll be free of a nagging pest in both my professional as well as my personal life. I will get the monkey off my back that is the tasteless critics, and I will dump a waste of space from my life for her treachery and betrayal, and when all is said and done, there will be nothing…AND I MEAN NOTHING…clouding my judgment. There will be nothing to break my focus.
The words of the critics?
They’ll mean nothing.
All the doubters?
They can bite me.
My two opponents?
They can lose to me and accept it.
Title: Paybacks a Bitch and So Are You
Part 1: Set Things In Motion
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Time: 2:00 A.M. Western Standard Time
The last time we saw Mike Laszlo, he was in the hotel room of his best friend Kristy, sitting their with both Kristy and the casino host, Samantha Marquez. It was a few hours earlier that Mike had overheard a childhood friend Raven was conspiring to take him for everything he has and then some, and it was about an hour ago he decided that he was going to counteract her head games with head games of his own. So where we’re cutting in is after about a one hour conspiracy session between the two women and Mike himself. Samantha sits on the chair adjacent to a couch where both Mike and a now extremely tired Kristy sit. The three have bounced some vengeful ideas off one another and it seems as if they have fortified the plan.
Samantha Marquez: (Standing from her seat.) So we’re all in agreement that this is what we’re going to do?
Kristy simply nods as Mike responds.
Mike Laszlo: (Also nodding his head while responding.) Yeah that sounds perfect. Time to have some fun.
He turns toward Sam.
Mike Laszlo: You go back to work, we’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.
Samantha Marquez: Okay.
He then turns toward Kristy.
Mike Laszlo: You go to bed knucklehead.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Jumping from her seated position with her last bit of energy.) Thank God.
Mike too stands from his seat and hugs Kristy before she heads to the partitioned off bedroom. Both he and Sam head to the door and leave the room, Sam heading back to the casino floor to work, Mike heading back to his room. After exiting the elevator, Mike goes to turn down the hall toward his room when he sees a man he’s never seen before exiting the room. He ducks back into the elevator and heads back down a floor to avoid being seen, hoping the mystery man would take the elevator as well so he could avoid him. Mike walks out of the elevator a floor below his and looks up at the numbers above the doors of the second elevator. The numbers illuminate in ascending order as the elevator approaches the top floor, his floor. He sees them stop on the penthouse level, then start down again. Immediately he jumps into the elevator and heads back up to the penthouse level and exit’s the elevator, turning down the hall toward his room, and this time, heading toward it all while thinking of his current situation.
Mike's Thoughts: How do I play this one out? Do I let her know I saw someone leaving? Nah, she’d just lie about it. Just like she lies about everything. No good tramp.
After about fifty or so feet, he slides his keycard into the slot and can hear the door unlock as was indicated by the green flashing light. Opening the door he enters the room to hear noises as if someone were going through something, or doing their best to hide something. There’s rustling of papers, even a loud thud as if a piece of furniture had hit the wall. Not one to care about what others think he closes the door lightly behind him, then turns and yells rather abruptly.
Mike Laszlo: HELLOOOOOOO!!!
The movement stops, and all of a sudden, Raven scurries toward the doorway leading into the bedroom of the suite.
Raven Simpson: Hi baby.
Mike Laszlo: Hey. What are you doing up so late?
Raven Simpson: Couldn’t sleep.
Mike Laszlo: What was all that noise?
Raven Simpson: Nothing important. Just going through some things.
Mike Laszlo: Oh, okay.
Now he couldn’t help but think this sarcastic remark.
Mike’s Thoughts: Well, she told the truth about something. What however were the “things” she was going through?
Before he could think anything else to himself, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her voice.
Raven Simpson: What about you?
Not expecting her to respond he shakes off his thought “trance”.
Mike Laszlo: (Shaking his head to catch up with what’s going on.) Huh? Me? Oh. I was taking a walk. Clearing my head.
Raven Simpson: Did it work?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. Talked to Sam and Kristy.
He could tell her jealousy was starting to get worked up at the mere mention of another woman’s name and the fact that he was with them instead of her. Now, we all know she doesn’t really care, but she has to act that way for her flawed plan to “work” and he was going to use that to his full advantage.
Raven Simpson: What did you talk to them about that you couldn’t talk about with me?
Mike Laszlo: Stuff.
Raven Simpson: Like what?
He realizes by now he’s got her hooked and can’t help but turn to chain the door and crack a smile out of her sight.
Mike Laszlo: (Turning back toward Raven.) Me and Kristy were just reminiscing about old times, and you know Sam…all work all the time. I was just curious how things have gotten since I left.
She didn’t believe him and he could tell, but he really didn’t care.
Raven Simpson: (Now with her hands on her hips, a scowl on her face.) And?
Mike Laszlo: (With a confused look on his face to egg her on.) What?
Raven Simpson: How’s it going?
Mike Laszlo: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH! Same ole, same old.
Frustrated that she can’t get through to him, she snaps around and heads for the bed. He takes off his shoes at the door and heads for the bedroom. Once there he gets ready for bed and slides under the blanket reaching over to turn his light off on his side. He rolls over to the sight of Raven propped up in the bed her arms crossed, and a look of distain on her face. He goes to kiss her on the cheek but she turns the other way prompting him to egg her on just a little bit more.
Mike Laszlo: Whatever.
Rolling back over he closes his eyes as she looks over at him in astonishment. As he starts to fall asleep he can sense her frustration as she reaches over and turns her light off before thrashing about in the bed to create her own sleep position. A smile creeps across his face as he drifts off to sleep.
Head games truly are fun aren’t they? Especially if you’re good at them. I happen to be one of the best at them. At least that’s what I think, and that’s what a lot of people tell me. It probably has to do with the fact that I don’t care what I have to do to get back at someone, I just do it.
Take this girl for instance, and the same goes true for anyone. I can be your best friend, but soon as you do something to hurt me or my family, it’s on and I guarantee you will regret your actions.
The world of wrestling is a bit different though. Being a professional wrestler is like a license to play head games. Each and every week I’m put in a match and I get to play my little games. I don’t need stupid masks or face paint, or a strange appearance. No, all I need is the words that emanate from my lips. All I need is an opponent who for all intents and purposes has a weaker mind than that of myself. All I need is…me. So I could sit here and tell both Freakke and Nick Cooper that I’m going to beat them with in an inch of their lives, or that I’m going to destroy them, but all of that is highly over done, and quite frankly is just boring diatribe.
I’m not going to come close to killing them. I’m not going to put them on life support. I’m not going to end their lively hood. What I will do however, is take their spirit. I will make it so they no longer want to compete in our match. I will make it so that I walk into the ring live on the internet web show, face off against the two men who stand opposite myself, and win.
When the smoke clears, the bell rings, and my hand is raised in victory, it is then that the doubters are proven wrong. It is then that the nay-sayers shut their mouths, and it is then that I prove that I am what I’ve always said I am…simply put…THE BEST!