Post by Mike Laszlo on Nov 26, 2011 12:55:55 GMT -6
Title: Just When You Thought The Drama Was Over PT 2: The Solution
Location: Mike’s Gym, Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 2:00PM Eastern Standard Time
So, last time you saw me I was headed for my gym to meet my father, a man who I despise, and yet still feel the need to help when he gets into some of the dumbest situations in the world. He called me about an hour ago and asked for a face to face meeting which was never really a good thing as far as I was concerned, because usually that meant he wanted money.
After about a half hour of driving, I pull into the parking lot. Stepping out into the sunny, but brisk air, I look around and don’t see the car I knew he had. With a shrug of the shoulders, I brush it off and head inside. I was greeted by a few of the normal members of whom I had befriended, as I headed over to the office of Ray Gross.
Ray, a friend of mine is the manager of the Cleveland gym. I knock on the door a few times causing him to spin around in his chair and motion me in. He was finishing his phone call and motioned for me to have a seat, which I did.
As he finished, he hung up the phone and looked in my direction.
Ray Gross: Hey, what’s up?
Mike Laszlo: Have you seen my father in here?
Ray Gross: Your dad? Since when did he start coming here?
Mike Laszlo: Since he wanted to meet face to face. Do me a favor and call in everybody from security in case something goes down.
That statement alone made him tilt his head a bit to the side in confusion.
Ray Gross: You think something is going to happen between you and your dad?
Mike Laszlo: No. I don’t know what he’s into and who may or may not be looking for him, or keeping tabs on him.
Ray Gross: Got it. You’re just lucky that most of the guys live in the apartments down the road.
Mike Laszlo: Tell me about it. Keep an eye out for him, he should be here any minute.
Ray Gross: Will do.
Ray reaches for the phone as I stand from my seat. Before he dialed a number he held the phone to his shoulder.
Ray Gross: What are you going to do?
Mike Laszlo: All I can do is wait. If you see him, send him over to the heavy bags, I want to get some training in while I’m here.
Ray Gross: Got it boss.
Ray goes to call in the extra security as I had asked. Leaving his office I make a quick right and head for the corner of the gym where there are multiple heavy bags hanging from the ceiling. Putting on a pair of gloves, I prepared for the workout as all the thoughts in my head sped through like a cheetah on cocaine.
Mike’s Thoughts: What could this possibly be about? Drugs? Money owed? Did he screw somebody over?
The thoughts then switched from the worried variety to that of anger and disappointment, mainly in myself.
Mike’s Thoughts: Why am I helping him? Why do I continue to bail him out time and time again? Is he better off dead? I don’t think I could really live with that on my conscience though.
Ignoring those around me, I start slamming my fists into the heavy bag. There’s nothing else I could do other than wait.
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Let’s get one thing straight “Doc”. I know who you are, I’m not oblivious. I know who Seth Evans is.
Here’s the part that you don’t get…I don’t care.
I’ve watched promos, and rather than bull rush this match as you have, I’ve waited. I’ve waited all this time because I don’t get forced into anything. I don’t let my opponent dictate the pace. I do what I want, when I want. I’m cerebral in my approach.
They call that strategy.
I’ve done the prep-work, the training, the film watching, and to be quite honest…I’m not impressed.
The people here in NCW may idolize you the way Seth Evans does…
I DON’T!!!
The one thing I know is that when my music hits, and I step through those ropes, I hear the people. I don’t allow them to distract me, but what I do allow them to do is motivate me. I don’t care if they love me or hate me; cheer me or boo me. The fact of the matter is, it’s all motivation.
So when you’re standing in one corner, myself in another, and Seth Evans in the third, you know one thing and one thing only. This match…it’s not between just Seth Evans and yourself. I’m there, and more importantly, I’m going to win.
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After about twenty minutes of hitting the bag, and ducking and weaving as it sways in my direction. The bag then stops moving as a heavy set man grabs hold of it as I continue whaling away. It is my father for those of you wondering.
Mike’s Father: How’s it going kid?
Mike Laszlo: (Breathing heavy as I continue to hit the bag.) I haven’t been a kid for a while. You’d know that if you were ever around.
Mike’s Father: I guess I deserve that.
Mike Laszlo: You deserve more than that.
Mike’s Father: Time to talk.
Mike Laszlo: I’m fine talking right here.
Noticing my stubbornness, he lets out a deep sigh as he lets go of the bag and steps to the side flailing his arms out to the side. I was a little caught off guard so I straighten from my fighting stance.
Mike Laszlo: What’s your problem?
Mike’s Father: Can’t you ever do things the easy way?
Mike Laszlo: The easy way? (My voice escalating in volume.) THE EASY WAY!? I’M NOT YOU! I’M NOT A GUTLESS COWARD! SO NO! I CAN’T DO THINGS THE EASY WAY!
My little outburst causing quite the scene as those around us started to stare, startling my father a bit. Breathing heavily, my face beat red with anger, I then start to calm and see that there is an audience. I start to head for my office, my father following, as everyone returns to what they’re doing. I enter the office and can’t help but hit something, the poor victim being a filing cabinet. My father, as mentioned, follows and slams the door behind him.
Mike’s Father: Don’t take that tone with me boy!
Mike Laszlo: SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP! STOP TRYING TO BE MY FATHER…YOU’RE NOT!
Mike’s Father: Knock it off you thick-headed lug.
My tone began to mellow a bit, content with my outburst.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t tell me what to do. You came to me for help, not the other way around. I’ll walk out of here this very second and show you what it’s like to be walked out on.
I don’t think he expected that as he backed off. I sat in my chair and extended my arm to the chair on the other side of the desk.
Mike Laszlo: So sit and tell me why you’re here or get the hell out of my office.
Knowing he needs my help and not the other way around, he has a seat.
Mike’s Father: I need your help.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, I think we established that.
Mike’s Father: I did something I shouldn’t have done.
Mike Laszlo: You? Nooooooo!
Mike’s Father: I’m trying to get things right.
Mike Laszlo: Whatever. What did you do?
Before he tells me, his head falls down in despair. He was visibly distraught as he picked his head up and let out yet another sigh.
Mike’s Father: Well, I…I…I…
Mike Laszlo: Spit it out.
Mike’s Father: I was in with this heroin dealer. He owed me money and hasn’t paid me in three months. So…to get back at him…I slept with his wife and stole three thousand dollars from him.
Mike Laszlo: Um…wow. How much did he owe you?
Mike’s Father: About a grand.
Mike Laszlo: So really you stole two grand from him and slept with his wife. Where is he now?
Mike’s Father: Looking for me. His wife gave up where I was staying after I told her I wouldn’t sleep with her again.
Sitting back in my chair I ponder my options then come up with one that helps both him and I.
Mike Laszlo: How about a trip to Vegas. Surely he can’t follow you there.
Mike’s Father: Eventually he can.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah but I have plenty of connections there that would stop him from doing anything.
He was confused. After all, I did just go off on him and now I’m willing to fly him to Vegas. What he doesn’t realize is, it also gets him away from me.
Mike’s Father: You’d go that far.
Mike Laszlo: Until I deal with him. I’ll have Ray take you to the airport with some of the security and get you on the plane.
Mike’s Father: WOW! Thank yo…
Before he could finish thanking me, I simply held up my hand.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t. Just go.
He obliged, simply getting up and heading to Ray’s office. Reaching for my phone on my desk I hit the intercom button and the number two which was to Ray.
Mike Laszlo: Ray, it’s me. He’s on his way to you. Do me a favor and take him to the airport. Make sure he gets on the plane safely. Thanks.
Hanging up the phone, I then call the airport.
Mike Laszlo: Yes, this is Mike Laszlo. Make sure the jet is ready for a trip to Vegas. My associate will be there in about an hour. Thank you.
Again hanging up the phone, I then put in a call to the Montecito in Las Vegas.
Mike Laszlo: Hey Danny, its Mike. I’m sending my father your way to get him out of some trouble. Put him up and guard him around town? I appreciate it.
Hanging up the phone I put my hands behind my head and rest back in the chair.
Mike Laszlo: Maybe now…it’s over.
The scene fades to black.
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Doc. Seth. I’m not one who likes to be ignored.
So when the three of us are in that ring, you best not do so.
I have the physical and mental ability to defeat the two of you single handedly and I plan on using it.
This Sunday, my first Pay Per View, Breaking Away…it’ll have the same result as my NCW debut. Me…WINNING!
Location: Mike’s Gym, Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 2:00PM Eastern Standard Time
So, last time you saw me I was headed for my gym to meet my father, a man who I despise, and yet still feel the need to help when he gets into some of the dumbest situations in the world. He called me about an hour ago and asked for a face to face meeting which was never really a good thing as far as I was concerned, because usually that meant he wanted money.
After about a half hour of driving, I pull into the parking lot. Stepping out into the sunny, but brisk air, I look around and don’t see the car I knew he had. With a shrug of the shoulders, I brush it off and head inside. I was greeted by a few of the normal members of whom I had befriended, as I headed over to the office of Ray Gross.
Ray, a friend of mine is the manager of the Cleveland gym. I knock on the door a few times causing him to spin around in his chair and motion me in. He was finishing his phone call and motioned for me to have a seat, which I did.
As he finished, he hung up the phone and looked in my direction.
Ray Gross: Hey, what’s up?
Mike Laszlo: Have you seen my father in here?
Ray Gross: Your dad? Since when did he start coming here?
Mike Laszlo: Since he wanted to meet face to face. Do me a favor and call in everybody from security in case something goes down.
That statement alone made him tilt his head a bit to the side in confusion.
Ray Gross: You think something is going to happen between you and your dad?
Mike Laszlo: No. I don’t know what he’s into and who may or may not be looking for him, or keeping tabs on him.
Ray Gross: Got it. You’re just lucky that most of the guys live in the apartments down the road.
Mike Laszlo: Tell me about it. Keep an eye out for him, he should be here any minute.
Ray Gross: Will do.
Ray reaches for the phone as I stand from my seat. Before he dialed a number he held the phone to his shoulder.
Ray Gross: What are you going to do?
Mike Laszlo: All I can do is wait. If you see him, send him over to the heavy bags, I want to get some training in while I’m here.
Ray Gross: Got it boss.
Ray goes to call in the extra security as I had asked. Leaving his office I make a quick right and head for the corner of the gym where there are multiple heavy bags hanging from the ceiling. Putting on a pair of gloves, I prepared for the workout as all the thoughts in my head sped through like a cheetah on cocaine.
Mike’s Thoughts: What could this possibly be about? Drugs? Money owed? Did he screw somebody over?
The thoughts then switched from the worried variety to that of anger and disappointment, mainly in myself.
Mike’s Thoughts: Why am I helping him? Why do I continue to bail him out time and time again? Is he better off dead? I don’t think I could really live with that on my conscience though.
Ignoring those around me, I start slamming my fists into the heavy bag. There’s nothing else I could do other than wait.
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Let’s get one thing straight “Doc”. I know who you are, I’m not oblivious. I know who Seth Evans is.
Here’s the part that you don’t get…I don’t care.
I’ve watched promos, and rather than bull rush this match as you have, I’ve waited. I’ve waited all this time because I don’t get forced into anything. I don’t let my opponent dictate the pace. I do what I want, when I want. I’m cerebral in my approach.
They call that strategy.
I’ve done the prep-work, the training, the film watching, and to be quite honest…I’m not impressed.
The people here in NCW may idolize you the way Seth Evans does…
I DON’T!!!
The one thing I know is that when my music hits, and I step through those ropes, I hear the people. I don’t allow them to distract me, but what I do allow them to do is motivate me. I don’t care if they love me or hate me; cheer me or boo me. The fact of the matter is, it’s all motivation.
So when you’re standing in one corner, myself in another, and Seth Evans in the third, you know one thing and one thing only. This match…it’s not between just Seth Evans and yourself. I’m there, and more importantly, I’m going to win.
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After about twenty minutes of hitting the bag, and ducking and weaving as it sways in my direction. The bag then stops moving as a heavy set man grabs hold of it as I continue whaling away. It is my father for those of you wondering.
Mike’s Father: How’s it going kid?
Mike Laszlo: (Breathing heavy as I continue to hit the bag.) I haven’t been a kid for a while. You’d know that if you were ever around.
Mike’s Father: I guess I deserve that.
Mike Laszlo: You deserve more than that.
Mike’s Father: Time to talk.
Mike Laszlo: I’m fine talking right here.
Noticing my stubbornness, he lets out a deep sigh as he lets go of the bag and steps to the side flailing his arms out to the side. I was a little caught off guard so I straighten from my fighting stance.
Mike Laszlo: What’s your problem?
Mike’s Father: Can’t you ever do things the easy way?
Mike Laszlo: The easy way? (My voice escalating in volume.) THE EASY WAY!? I’M NOT YOU! I’M NOT A GUTLESS COWARD! SO NO! I CAN’T DO THINGS THE EASY WAY!
My little outburst causing quite the scene as those around us started to stare, startling my father a bit. Breathing heavily, my face beat red with anger, I then start to calm and see that there is an audience. I start to head for my office, my father following, as everyone returns to what they’re doing. I enter the office and can’t help but hit something, the poor victim being a filing cabinet. My father, as mentioned, follows and slams the door behind him.
Mike’s Father: Don’t take that tone with me boy!
Mike Laszlo: SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP! STOP TRYING TO BE MY FATHER…YOU’RE NOT!
Mike’s Father: Knock it off you thick-headed lug.
My tone began to mellow a bit, content with my outburst.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t tell me what to do. You came to me for help, not the other way around. I’ll walk out of here this very second and show you what it’s like to be walked out on.
I don’t think he expected that as he backed off. I sat in my chair and extended my arm to the chair on the other side of the desk.
Mike Laszlo: So sit and tell me why you’re here or get the hell out of my office.
Knowing he needs my help and not the other way around, he has a seat.
Mike’s Father: I need your help.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, I think we established that.
Mike’s Father: I did something I shouldn’t have done.
Mike Laszlo: You? Nooooooo!
Mike’s Father: I’m trying to get things right.
Mike Laszlo: Whatever. What did you do?
Before he tells me, his head falls down in despair. He was visibly distraught as he picked his head up and let out yet another sigh.
Mike’s Father: Well, I…I…I…
Mike Laszlo: Spit it out.
Mike’s Father: I was in with this heroin dealer. He owed me money and hasn’t paid me in three months. So…to get back at him…I slept with his wife and stole three thousand dollars from him.
Mike Laszlo: Um…wow. How much did he owe you?
Mike’s Father: About a grand.
Mike Laszlo: So really you stole two grand from him and slept with his wife. Where is he now?
Mike’s Father: Looking for me. His wife gave up where I was staying after I told her I wouldn’t sleep with her again.
Sitting back in my chair I ponder my options then come up with one that helps both him and I.
Mike Laszlo: How about a trip to Vegas. Surely he can’t follow you there.
Mike’s Father: Eventually he can.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah but I have plenty of connections there that would stop him from doing anything.
He was confused. After all, I did just go off on him and now I’m willing to fly him to Vegas. What he doesn’t realize is, it also gets him away from me.
Mike’s Father: You’d go that far.
Mike Laszlo: Until I deal with him. I’ll have Ray take you to the airport with some of the security and get you on the plane.
Mike’s Father: WOW! Thank yo…
Before he could finish thanking me, I simply held up my hand.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t. Just go.
He obliged, simply getting up and heading to Ray’s office. Reaching for my phone on my desk I hit the intercom button and the number two which was to Ray.
Mike Laszlo: Ray, it’s me. He’s on his way to you. Do me a favor and take him to the airport. Make sure he gets on the plane safely. Thanks.
Hanging up the phone, I then call the airport.
Mike Laszlo: Yes, this is Mike Laszlo. Make sure the jet is ready for a trip to Vegas. My associate will be there in about an hour. Thank you.
Again hanging up the phone, I then put in a call to the Montecito in Las Vegas.
Mike Laszlo: Hey Danny, its Mike. I’m sending my father your way to get him out of some trouble. Put him up and guard him around town? I appreciate it.
Hanging up the phone I put my hands behind my head and rest back in the chair.
Mike Laszlo: Maybe now…it’s over.
The scene fades to black.
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Doc. Seth. I’m not one who likes to be ignored.
So when the three of us are in that ring, you best not do so.
I have the physical and mental ability to defeat the two of you single handedly and I plan on using it.
This Sunday, my first Pay Per View, Breaking Away…it’ll have the same result as my NCW debut. Me…WINNING!
