Post by Mike Laszlo on Feb 2, 2012 1:17:31 GMT -6
I can’t help but ask a few simple questions to the general public.
Question One: Do certain people…no names mentioned…really believe some of the crap that spews from their lips?
Answer: Jason Evans really seems to, don’t you think? I mean, the man thinks he is God’s gift to the entire world and really he’s the lump of coal that somebody got in their stocking this past Christmas.
Question Two: Does Jason Evans really believe in this master plan that he has “initiated” by causing the disqualification that allowed me to win the Honor Title?
Answer: I sure the hell hope not because said plan is truly flawed. The only thing Jason did with his little “plan” if you could even call it that is achieve the complete opposite of what he really wanted. He wanted the Honor Title. He had beaten Ander Carvetti before and probably could have again for the title. Now however, he faces me. Now granted he beat me once in what so far has proven to be a fluke, but since I beat Ander myself, it’s officially in the record books as a win, I’ve been on a roll. Once I get on a roll, I’m pretty hard to stop as Jason will see this Sunday at Metamorphosis.
Question Three: Were you ever a so-called “Nobody”?
Answer: Absolutely not. There was always some sort of recognition. Whether it be from my trainers, to my coaches, to the heads of the various organizations I’ve worked for, everyone has always known who Mike Laszlo was, and they’ve always known what I’ve been about.
Question Four (Last Question): Who will win the Honor Title match this Sunday at Metamorphosis?
Answer: The current Honor Champion…MIKE LASZLO!
Jason, Jason, Jason. Really? You think that, and I use your own words, “You have a snowballs chance in hell” of beating me this Sunday, live, pay per view, Cowboys’ Stadium; Jerry’s place, in the home of “America’s team”? Sadly for you sir, you are truly mistaken.
There’s only so much crap that comes from your mouth that these people can believe and I hate to inform you that time, that instant has come and past. The **** has hit the fan Jason, the writing is on the wall as they say and do you know what it says?
Do you?
It spells out the following statement:
“Mike Laszlo is and always will be better than Jason Evans.”
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Title: Mourning My Father
Location: The Montecito Hotel and Resort, Las Vegas, Nevada
Time: 5:00pm Western Standard Time
It had only been a couple hours since it had happened. My father was struck down by a bullet and killed in front of my very eyes and I was powerless to stop it. The situation played over quite a few times in my mind and no matter what way I spun it, there was no other outcome. The more and more I thought about it I came to a conclusion…it was my fault.
If I would have listened to that waste of cum Devonte, we all wouldn’t have been in the positions we were in. My father would still be alive, possibly sitting next to me by now. Instead, I sit here alone.
I was sitting on the floor in the corner of my hotel room, away from everything. It was all over. Devonte was shot in the back, stumbled forward, pulled the trigger of his gun, and had killed my father right in front of me. Devonte was taken to a local medical facility and was pronounced dead soon after. Justice had come true, but vengeance had not and now I was stuck with the anger inside me as there was absolutely nothing I could take it out on. So instead, I sit in the corner, shocked at what had transpired not but a couple hours earlier.
There I sat, knees to my chest, my arms wrapped around as if I were embracing myself, but really I was only there physically. There was a blank stare on my face across the room, redness around my eyes that showed the sorrow from within and it seemed as if nothing could take me out of this deep, downward spiral.
Though I didn’t acknowledge it, the door had opened across the room. Kristy walked in and at first didn’t realize I was down in the corner.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Mike?
Though she called out my name, it simply didn’t register as I sat there isolated from the world in utter shock at what I truly had believed I caused.
Finally, she spotted me and came rushing over. She was concerned, and knew what had happened as she got the info from either Mike or Danny, both of whom were present when it all went down. She tried her best to get my attention, but it all seemed for not.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Mike.
She tried shaking me back and forth to see if she could help me emerge from my trance-like state.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Mike.
Again, didn’t work. I sat there an empty shell of myself and there was nothing that could be done. She stood up and turned her back to me as she tried to think of a way to help me. She paced back and forth feverishly as she kept glancing down at me, unsure of how she was going to snap me back into reality. What she didn’t know is that she couldn’t for I had been stuck in this hell that is reality all along, I had just chosen to ignore it. Ignore it I could no longer do and I gave her a glimmer of hope, though not in the words of which she was expecting.
Mike Laszlo: It’s…it’s all…my fault.
The blank stare vanished from my face and I buried it in my arms. The statement had caused Kristy to stop pacing and look down at me before kneeling by my side.
Kristy Mastrangelo: No Mike. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t pull the trigger. You did what you could.
That statement resonated in my brain for all of a few seconds before I was able to respond.
Mike Laszlo: It wasn’t enough.
The tone in her voice was a somber one as she tried her best to assure me that it really wasn’t my fault.
Kristy Mastrangelo: You can’t think like that. According to the guys, there was nothing else you could do.
I proved her wrong, at least in my mind at the time.
Mike Laszlo: I should have listened.
Kristy Mastrangelo: To who?
Mike Laszlo: Devonte.
That sent her into a state of confusion that she was determined to get out of.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What do you mean?
Mike Laszlo: You heard him on the phone. If I had stayed away, none of this would have happened.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Mike, if you would have done that, he would have killed him anyway. He’s a worthless scumbag whose only purpose in life is to make the lives of others miserable. You can’t blame yourself for his ignorance.
The thought had crossed my mind a few times that I had done the right thing in going after my father, a man of whom I never really enjoyed or appreciated due to his lack of being there in my life, but a man of whom I still cared for despite his ignorance and lack of caring or expression. I tried my hardest to stay strong, but seeing as how there was nobody but Kristy around, I broke down. The tears in my eyes began to drain down the sides of my face and soon I found myself embraced by the truest friend I had in life. She hugged me as I slumped into her chest and in a comforting manner she rocked back and forth as I continued farther and farther down the spiral.
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Five Days Later
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 1:42 PM Eastern Standard Time
It was a normal cold Ohio day. The sun was out, but the brisk wind blew by as if you were in a wind tunnel. The temperature couldn’t have been above forty degrees despite the intense rays of the sun on our black suits. There we stood, a family, and some friends at the burial plot of one Vincent George Laszlo…my father. I sat there in the chairs beside the grave with my brother Randy and sister, Megan. Friends and family surrounded us as the priest said his prayers.
By now I had been over the shock of what had happened five days prior, and both my brother and I sat there, heads held high as a sign of strength while our younger sister continued to sob. I did my best to comfort her as we were all asked to stand and bow our heads, and it seemed to work for the moment. Everyone bowed their heads as the priest let out a prayer. We said “Amen” and were then told that it was okay to leave the grave site. I however, wasn’t ready to leave just yet.
As people started to walk away, I took my place in front of the casket facing the gathering of people.
Mike Laszlo: Before everyone leaves, I want to say a few things. First of all I would like to thank each and every one of you for showing your support to the family in this time of need. Now, however, I want to say a few things about my father.
Those who had begun heading for their cars, heard me and turned back. Once more they gathered around the casket and waited eagerly to hear exactly what it is I had to say.
Mike Laszlo: For those of you who didn’t know, my father and I really didn’t have the best father-son relationship in the world. We never went out into the yard and played catch. We never had that soap-box derby car that we built together, and he was never there for my big game whether it be basketball or baseball. Fact of the matter is, after my mother, God rest her soul, passed on, he was never really around at all, and for all intents and purposes, was a useless father figure. Nonetheless, he was still my father.
At first there was shock at what I had said, and then I could see some nods as if people agreed with my stance on the man.
Mike Laszlo: So as the saying goes between loved ones, “I will always love you, but that doesn’t mean I have to like you.” I didn’t like my father at all, but I always loved him as a father, and that is why it pains me to be standing here on this cold February day. Alas, I again thank you all for coming and look forward to seeing you very soon.
There was some chatter amongst the crowd, yet nobody else stepped forward to say anything. My brother Randy placed his hand upon my shoulder as the crowd began to head back to their cars.
Randy Laszlo: Nice job.
Mike Laszlo: Thanks.
Randy Laszlo: That couldn’t have been easy. I know you didn’t like him too much.
Mike Laszlo: Like I said, loving someone and liking them are completely different things. I loved him and that’s why I tried my hardest to rescue him.
He gave me a quick embrace.
Randy Laszlo: I know.
We pulled apart as our sister approached. Both Randy and I hugged the young lady as she continued to sob. Eventually we pulled apart and Randy started for his car.
Randy Laszlo: I’ll see you guys in a little bit.
I waved him on and continued to embrace my little sister.
Megan Laszlo: I love you.
She uttered those words as she looked up at me, her black mascara flowing down her cheek, caused by the tears that had welled up in her eyes.
Mike Laszlo: (Hugging her again.) I love you too. Come on.
Slowly I ushered her to the limousine where the two of us entered. It pulled away from the cemetery followed by a few cars of close friends and family who were all headed to my place for the wake.
The wake itself was quick as it just wasn’t comforting for Megan at all. I had called it off after the final guest had given their condolences and eventually the house was empty other than Megan, Randy, Kristy and her boyfriend Jesse. As we all sat there, there wasn’t much said. A chapter in my siblings’ and my life had just closed and it would soon be time to start anew. The question is…can we move on from this in a positive manner?
====================
So earlier it was another pointless game of “Point/Counterpoint” which is really all you hear in today’s wrestling game. Wrestler A talks about Wrestler B and Wrestler B fights back with an interesting diatribe. The thing is though, if Wrestler B doesn’t want to bore the audience, than he needs to not only bring up counterpoints, he needs to do so in a rather creative manner, and that boys and girls is called the art of promo-ing.
Mr. Evans, you need to understand something right now before things move any further toward this Sunday’s match at Metamorphosis. The death of my father will not be a distraction from defeating you in the most honorable way possible. It will not cause me to lose focus, and I simply won’t have my mind on anything other than pinning you or making you submit to retain MY title belt.
So when this Sunday comes and I beat you, know that you got my best and there was not an ounce of doubt in my mind when I say that I can and will BEAT YOU AT METAMORPHOSIS IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT RING!
Question One: Do certain people…no names mentioned…really believe some of the crap that spews from their lips?
Answer: Jason Evans really seems to, don’t you think? I mean, the man thinks he is God’s gift to the entire world and really he’s the lump of coal that somebody got in their stocking this past Christmas.
Question Two: Does Jason Evans really believe in this master plan that he has “initiated” by causing the disqualification that allowed me to win the Honor Title?
Answer: I sure the hell hope not because said plan is truly flawed. The only thing Jason did with his little “plan” if you could even call it that is achieve the complete opposite of what he really wanted. He wanted the Honor Title. He had beaten Ander Carvetti before and probably could have again for the title. Now however, he faces me. Now granted he beat me once in what so far has proven to be a fluke, but since I beat Ander myself, it’s officially in the record books as a win, I’ve been on a roll. Once I get on a roll, I’m pretty hard to stop as Jason will see this Sunday at Metamorphosis.
Question Three: Were you ever a so-called “Nobody”?
Answer: Absolutely not. There was always some sort of recognition. Whether it be from my trainers, to my coaches, to the heads of the various organizations I’ve worked for, everyone has always known who Mike Laszlo was, and they’ve always known what I’ve been about.
Question Four (Last Question): Who will win the Honor Title match this Sunday at Metamorphosis?
Answer: The current Honor Champion…MIKE LASZLO!
Jason, Jason, Jason. Really? You think that, and I use your own words, “You have a snowballs chance in hell” of beating me this Sunday, live, pay per view, Cowboys’ Stadium; Jerry’s place, in the home of “America’s team”? Sadly for you sir, you are truly mistaken.
There’s only so much crap that comes from your mouth that these people can believe and I hate to inform you that time, that instant has come and past. The **** has hit the fan Jason, the writing is on the wall as they say and do you know what it says?
Do you?
It spells out the following statement:
“Mike Laszlo is and always will be better than Jason Evans.”
====================
Title: Mourning My Father
Location: The Montecito Hotel and Resort, Las Vegas, Nevada
Time: 5:00pm Western Standard Time
It had only been a couple hours since it had happened. My father was struck down by a bullet and killed in front of my very eyes and I was powerless to stop it. The situation played over quite a few times in my mind and no matter what way I spun it, there was no other outcome. The more and more I thought about it I came to a conclusion…it was my fault.
If I would have listened to that waste of cum Devonte, we all wouldn’t have been in the positions we were in. My father would still be alive, possibly sitting next to me by now. Instead, I sit here alone.
I was sitting on the floor in the corner of my hotel room, away from everything. It was all over. Devonte was shot in the back, stumbled forward, pulled the trigger of his gun, and had killed my father right in front of me. Devonte was taken to a local medical facility and was pronounced dead soon after. Justice had come true, but vengeance had not and now I was stuck with the anger inside me as there was absolutely nothing I could take it out on. So instead, I sit in the corner, shocked at what had transpired not but a couple hours earlier.
There I sat, knees to my chest, my arms wrapped around as if I were embracing myself, but really I was only there physically. There was a blank stare on my face across the room, redness around my eyes that showed the sorrow from within and it seemed as if nothing could take me out of this deep, downward spiral.
Though I didn’t acknowledge it, the door had opened across the room. Kristy walked in and at first didn’t realize I was down in the corner.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Mike?
Though she called out my name, it simply didn’t register as I sat there isolated from the world in utter shock at what I truly had believed I caused.
Finally, she spotted me and came rushing over. She was concerned, and knew what had happened as she got the info from either Mike or Danny, both of whom were present when it all went down. She tried her best to get my attention, but it all seemed for not.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Mike.
She tried shaking me back and forth to see if she could help me emerge from my trance-like state.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Mike.
Again, didn’t work. I sat there an empty shell of myself and there was nothing that could be done. She stood up and turned her back to me as she tried to think of a way to help me. She paced back and forth feverishly as she kept glancing down at me, unsure of how she was going to snap me back into reality. What she didn’t know is that she couldn’t for I had been stuck in this hell that is reality all along, I had just chosen to ignore it. Ignore it I could no longer do and I gave her a glimmer of hope, though not in the words of which she was expecting.
Mike Laszlo: It’s…it’s all…my fault.
The blank stare vanished from my face and I buried it in my arms. The statement had caused Kristy to stop pacing and look down at me before kneeling by my side.
Kristy Mastrangelo: No Mike. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t pull the trigger. You did what you could.
That statement resonated in my brain for all of a few seconds before I was able to respond.
Mike Laszlo: It wasn’t enough.
The tone in her voice was a somber one as she tried her best to assure me that it really wasn’t my fault.
Kristy Mastrangelo: You can’t think like that. According to the guys, there was nothing else you could do.
I proved her wrong, at least in my mind at the time.
Mike Laszlo: I should have listened.
Kristy Mastrangelo: To who?
Mike Laszlo: Devonte.
That sent her into a state of confusion that she was determined to get out of.
Kristy Mastrangelo: What do you mean?
Mike Laszlo: You heard him on the phone. If I had stayed away, none of this would have happened.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Mike, if you would have done that, he would have killed him anyway. He’s a worthless scumbag whose only purpose in life is to make the lives of others miserable. You can’t blame yourself for his ignorance.
The thought had crossed my mind a few times that I had done the right thing in going after my father, a man of whom I never really enjoyed or appreciated due to his lack of being there in my life, but a man of whom I still cared for despite his ignorance and lack of caring or expression. I tried my hardest to stay strong, but seeing as how there was nobody but Kristy around, I broke down. The tears in my eyes began to drain down the sides of my face and soon I found myself embraced by the truest friend I had in life. She hugged me as I slumped into her chest and in a comforting manner she rocked back and forth as I continued farther and farther down the spiral.
====================
Five Days Later
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 1:42 PM Eastern Standard Time
It was a normal cold Ohio day. The sun was out, but the brisk wind blew by as if you were in a wind tunnel. The temperature couldn’t have been above forty degrees despite the intense rays of the sun on our black suits. There we stood, a family, and some friends at the burial plot of one Vincent George Laszlo…my father. I sat there in the chairs beside the grave with my brother Randy and sister, Megan. Friends and family surrounded us as the priest said his prayers.
By now I had been over the shock of what had happened five days prior, and both my brother and I sat there, heads held high as a sign of strength while our younger sister continued to sob. I did my best to comfort her as we were all asked to stand and bow our heads, and it seemed to work for the moment. Everyone bowed their heads as the priest let out a prayer. We said “Amen” and were then told that it was okay to leave the grave site. I however, wasn’t ready to leave just yet.
As people started to walk away, I took my place in front of the casket facing the gathering of people.
Mike Laszlo: Before everyone leaves, I want to say a few things. First of all I would like to thank each and every one of you for showing your support to the family in this time of need. Now, however, I want to say a few things about my father.
Those who had begun heading for their cars, heard me and turned back. Once more they gathered around the casket and waited eagerly to hear exactly what it is I had to say.
Mike Laszlo: For those of you who didn’t know, my father and I really didn’t have the best father-son relationship in the world. We never went out into the yard and played catch. We never had that soap-box derby car that we built together, and he was never there for my big game whether it be basketball or baseball. Fact of the matter is, after my mother, God rest her soul, passed on, he was never really around at all, and for all intents and purposes, was a useless father figure. Nonetheless, he was still my father.
At first there was shock at what I had said, and then I could see some nods as if people agreed with my stance on the man.
Mike Laszlo: So as the saying goes between loved ones, “I will always love you, but that doesn’t mean I have to like you.” I didn’t like my father at all, but I always loved him as a father, and that is why it pains me to be standing here on this cold February day. Alas, I again thank you all for coming and look forward to seeing you very soon.
There was some chatter amongst the crowd, yet nobody else stepped forward to say anything. My brother Randy placed his hand upon my shoulder as the crowd began to head back to their cars.
Randy Laszlo: Nice job.
Mike Laszlo: Thanks.
Randy Laszlo: That couldn’t have been easy. I know you didn’t like him too much.
Mike Laszlo: Like I said, loving someone and liking them are completely different things. I loved him and that’s why I tried my hardest to rescue him.
He gave me a quick embrace.
Randy Laszlo: I know.
We pulled apart as our sister approached. Both Randy and I hugged the young lady as she continued to sob. Eventually we pulled apart and Randy started for his car.
Randy Laszlo: I’ll see you guys in a little bit.
I waved him on and continued to embrace my little sister.
Megan Laszlo: I love you.
She uttered those words as she looked up at me, her black mascara flowing down her cheek, caused by the tears that had welled up in her eyes.
Mike Laszlo: (Hugging her again.) I love you too. Come on.
Slowly I ushered her to the limousine where the two of us entered. It pulled away from the cemetery followed by a few cars of close friends and family who were all headed to my place for the wake.
The wake itself was quick as it just wasn’t comforting for Megan at all. I had called it off after the final guest had given their condolences and eventually the house was empty other than Megan, Randy, Kristy and her boyfriend Jesse. As we all sat there, there wasn’t much said. A chapter in my siblings’ and my life had just closed and it would soon be time to start anew. The question is…can we move on from this in a positive manner?
====================
So earlier it was another pointless game of “Point/Counterpoint” which is really all you hear in today’s wrestling game. Wrestler A talks about Wrestler B and Wrestler B fights back with an interesting diatribe. The thing is though, if Wrestler B doesn’t want to bore the audience, than he needs to not only bring up counterpoints, he needs to do so in a rather creative manner, and that boys and girls is called the art of promo-ing.
Mr. Evans, you need to understand something right now before things move any further toward this Sunday’s match at Metamorphosis. The death of my father will not be a distraction from defeating you in the most honorable way possible. It will not cause me to lose focus, and I simply won’t have my mind on anything other than pinning you or making you submit to retain MY title belt.
So when this Sunday comes and I beat you, know that you got my best and there was not an ounce of doubt in my mind when I say that I can and will BEAT YOU AT METAMORPHOSIS IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT RING!
