Post by Mike Laszlo on Feb 4, 2012 21:04:46 GMT -6
What do you want me to say Jason?
Do you want me to sit here and say “Oh geez, I’m facing Jason Evans, he’s so much better than me. He’s the rightful NCW Honor Champion. Why do I even hold this belt in my hands? Oh, that’s right, Jason Evans. How oh how am I going to win this Sunday against this…”
STOP!
PLEASE GOD STOP!
What in the blue hell would make you think that I would spew such absolute garbage and lies to the loyal audience?
You think I’m that good of an actor?
These people would see right through me as the no good lying bastard of which I’d be portraying.
In other words Jason, that wouldn’t be very…
HONORABLE.
You see Jason, it’s over. The time for bitching about being passed over for the shot at the NCW Honor title has come and gone and you know why?
YOU HAVE YOUR SHOT!
Here it is at Metamorphosis. It’s going to be live and in person in Arlington, Texas.
This is also what they call put up or shut up time Jason.
All week long you’ve been running your mouth about how you are the man deserving of this title and not I. All week you’ve been flapping your gums about how I kiss the collective ass of the NCW hierarchy to get my spot, and now you said it in about fifty different ways how you were leaving this Sunday’s Pay Per View as the Honor Champion and you know what? Every single bit of what you’ve said this week means absolutely nothing. Do you know why?
No it’s not because people overlook you.
It’s because everything that came out of your mouth has been nothing but a bold face LIE!
I’ve never kissed ass in my life.
I’ve earned every opportunity I’ve ever gotten.
This Sunday to top it all off…I will beat you and move on from the waste of my time that IS YOU!
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Title: Investment Re-Made: Occupying the Mind
Location: Mike’s Home, Los Angeles, California
Time: 3:50 PM Western Standard Time
Why was I still so wrapped up in the current situation? It had been a week now since my father had died and people kept telling me how they admired how I’m moving on so strong, but on the inside I knew they were wrong. I knew that deep down inside me there was still this sense of misery that I couldn’t shake no matter how well I acted on the outside.
I’m sitting out on the porch, still in anguish; mentally mourning my father, a man whom a few weeks ago I wanted absolutely nothing to do with. The breeze whistled by, and I could hear the sound of footsteps from inside. These footsteps were dainty and rather faint hence indicating they were of the female origin. There was nobody else home, so the sounds were coming from a visitor. The latch on the door leading to the backyard opened, causing me to turn in its general direction, only to see Kristy step through wearing a black tube dress and flip flops. Her hair blew a bit to the side in the wind as she headed in my direction. She was pretty much the only one who knew what I was dealing with.
She’s my best friend in the entire world, and what sets that apart from the other friendships I have is the fact that the two of us can tell each other anything and we know without a shadow of a doubt it stays between us unless otherwise instructed. She headed over and dragged the chair next to me even closer. Smoothing out her dress behind her, she has a seat and leaning forward tried to peer into my eyes that had been re-fixated on the colored pattern of the patio.
Kristy Mastrangelo: How are you?
If it were anyone else, I probably wouldn’t have responded. Like I said though, I could tell her anything and didn’t need to show off that strong, arrogant side of myself. I didn’t need to put on the fake smile.
Mike Laszlo: Miserable.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Aww, is there anything I can do?
Mike Laszlo: Not really.
She tried to say something else, but she was interrupted by my little tirade.
Mike Laszlo: I don’t get it. I really don’t get it.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Get what?
Mike Laszlo: Two weeks ago and further back I didn’t give a rat’s ass about this man. He did me wrong way back when and I didn’t care now what he did, who he did it with, or when he did it. AND NOW HE DIES AND I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!
Kristy Mastrangelo: It’s natural.
Mike Laszlo: How? How the hell is that natural? I could see if we had a good relationship me caring this much, but Kris…I DIDN’T WANT HIM IN MY LIFE!
Kristy Mastrangelo: I know. I’ve been here remember?
I could tell she was a little put off by the fact that I was yelling and had to apologize.
Mike Laszlo: Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell, I’m just so agitated with the whole damn situation. Why the hell do I care so much?
Kristy Mastrangelo: Mike…he’s your father. Even if you didn’t grow up with him, he’s still your dad. There’s still a piece of him in you. That’s why you care.
She was right. No matter how much you dislike a member of your family…they’re still family, and when they pass on…it still hurts.
Mike Laszlo: I just wish there was something I could do that would pass the time and allow me to put this in the back of my mind.
Then, as I looked over at her, I could tell the wheels in her brain were turning.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well…
She paused and looked at me. You could tell she wanted to say something but had that “Should I really tell him this now?” look. Me, not being really in the mood for games at the moment, prompted an answer.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well, Sam, Danny, Mike and I were talking.
Again her voice still seemed hesitant, and yet, I kept pushing.
Mike Laszlo: And?
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well…we think you should get the Montecito back.
Mike Laszlo: I should what?
I sold the Montecito a year or so ago to a Mexican American conglomerate and was pleased with the money I made. Not once since the sale has it entered my mind to buy it back.
Mike Laszlo: And why should I do such a thing?
Kristy Mastrangelo: As we were talking they acknowledged that business was declining and with these new people in charge things just were horrible. They came in and wanted to do things their way with no room for compromise and it’s been really stressful on all these people, these people who are your friends.
Mike Laszlo: It’s really been that bad?
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well look what happened with you trying to protect your father and how they fouled that up. You know as well as I do that that would not have happened when you owned the place.
Mike Laszlo: This is true.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Will you at least think about it?
Mike Laszlo: But why for me would I buy it back. The Montecito added a lot of work on my plate, and now I’m free of it.
Kristy Mastrangelo: For you?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. What personal gain would I achieve?
Kristy Mastrangelo: For one it will get your mind off this past week. NCW is great and all, but it only occupies your time for the weekends. You are and always have been a busy body, and you need to be again. A busy Mike is the best Mike. So will you think about it?
She was right, like a lot of the time. Running a casino would be the perfect distraction. There was a problem with her plan though…the Montecito wasn’t for sale. The Mexican American conglomerate was perfectly happy running what was once my casino into the ground so they could put some other form of business in its place.
Not on my watch.
Mike Laszlo: Thought about it.
Kristy Mastrangelo: And?
Rather than answer her with words, I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and dialed a number. Waiting, I finally get an answer.
Mike Laszlo: Hello? Sam? Do me a favor when you get some time…find out how much it would be for me to buy back the casino.
Yes I’m serious.
Before the conversation went any further I could hear her screaming into the phone out of excitement. It must have been that bad.
Mike Laszlo: Get back to me on that. Bye.
The first step was put into motion. By now, not only was Sam going to get the figures for me, she was telling everyone in the joint that I could be coming back, though she probably phrased it as “will be” coming back…knowing Sam. Hanging up the phone, I shove it back into my pocket. Looking over, I see a smile on the face of the pretty girl sitting next to me, and for the first time in about two weeks, I couldn’t help but crack a smile back.
Kristy Mastrangelo: That’s more like it.
The occupation of my mind was taking place as I sat there a moment longer. How was I going to get them to sell? What was it going to be like getting re-acclimated? What had changed, and what was I going to have to adapt too. The wheels were turning and now there’s no looking back.
====================
So Jason, this is it. The time has come to lay all of our cards both verbal and physical on the table.
So at Metamorphosis, you are right about one thing Jason. The fans will see who truly deserves to be the Honor Champion. The problem is…they won’t like it. They won’t like it because…
They don’t like me.
So after I win our match and retain my Honor Title, and the announcer tells everyone that I won the match, I will hold my title high and the fans will boo, and yet…
I don’t care.
I am the Honor Champion Jason, and that fact will remain true as long as I see fit.
Do you want me to sit here and say “Oh geez, I’m facing Jason Evans, he’s so much better than me. He’s the rightful NCW Honor Champion. Why do I even hold this belt in my hands? Oh, that’s right, Jason Evans. How oh how am I going to win this Sunday against this…”
STOP!
PLEASE GOD STOP!
What in the blue hell would make you think that I would spew such absolute garbage and lies to the loyal audience?
You think I’m that good of an actor?
These people would see right through me as the no good lying bastard of which I’d be portraying.
In other words Jason, that wouldn’t be very…
HONORABLE.
You see Jason, it’s over. The time for bitching about being passed over for the shot at the NCW Honor title has come and gone and you know why?
YOU HAVE YOUR SHOT!
Here it is at Metamorphosis. It’s going to be live and in person in Arlington, Texas.
This is also what they call put up or shut up time Jason.
All week long you’ve been running your mouth about how you are the man deserving of this title and not I. All week you’ve been flapping your gums about how I kiss the collective ass of the NCW hierarchy to get my spot, and now you said it in about fifty different ways how you were leaving this Sunday’s Pay Per View as the Honor Champion and you know what? Every single bit of what you’ve said this week means absolutely nothing. Do you know why?
No it’s not because people overlook you.
It’s because everything that came out of your mouth has been nothing but a bold face LIE!
I’ve never kissed ass in my life.
I’ve earned every opportunity I’ve ever gotten.
This Sunday to top it all off…I will beat you and move on from the waste of my time that IS YOU!
====================
Title: Investment Re-Made: Occupying the Mind
Location: Mike’s Home, Los Angeles, California
Time: 3:50 PM Western Standard Time
Why was I still so wrapped up in the current situation? It had been a week now since my father had died and people kept telling me how they admired how I’m moving on so strong, but on the inside I knew they were wrong. I knew that deep down inside me there was still this sense of misery that I couldn’t shake no matter how well I acted on the outside.
I’m sitting out on the porch, still in anguish; mentally mourning my father, a man whom a few weeks ago I wanted absolutely nothing to do with. The breeze whistled by, and I could hear the sound of footsteps from inside. These footsteps were dainty and rather faint hence indicating they were of the female origin. There was nobody else home, so the sounds were coming from a visitor. The latch on the door leading to the backyard opened, causing me to turn in its general direction, only to see Kristy step through wearing a black tube dress and flip flops. Her hair blew a bit to the side in the wind as she headed in my direction. She was pretty much the only one who knew what I was dealing with.
She’s my best friend in the entire world, and what sets that apart from the other friendships I have is the fact that the two of us can tell each other anything and we know without a shadow of a doubt it stays between us unless otherwise instructed. She headed over and dragged the chair next to me even closer. Smoothing out her dress behind her, she has a seat and leaning forward tried to peer into my eyes that had been re-fixated on the colored pattern of the patio.
Kristy Mastrangelo: How are you?
If it were anyone else, I probably wouldn’t have responded. Like I said though, I could tell her anything and didn’t need to show off that strong, arrogant side of myself. I didn’t need to put on the fake smile.
Mike Laszlo: Miserable.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Aww, is there anything I can do?
Mike Laszlo: Not really.
She tried to say something else, but she was interrupted by my little tirade.
Mike Laszlo: I don’t get it. I really don’t get it.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Get what?
Mike Laszlo: Two weeks ago and further back I didn’t give a rat’s ass about this man. He did me wrong way back when and I didn’t care now what he did, who he did it with, or when he did it. AND NOW HE DIES AND I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!
Kristy Mastrangelo: It’s natural.
Mike Laszlo: How? How the hell is that natural? I could see if we had a good relationship me caring this much, but Kris…I DIDN’T WANT HIM IN MY LIFE!
Kristy Mastrangelo: I know. I’ve been here remember?
I could tell she was a little put off by the fact that I was yelling and had to apologize.
Mike Laszlo: Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell, I’m just so agitated with the whole damn situation. Why the hell do I care so much?
Kristy Mastrangelo: Mike…he’s your father. Even if you didn’t grow up with him, he’s still your dad. There’s still a piece of him in you. That’s why you care.
She was right. No matter how much you dislike a member of your family…they’re still family, and when they pass on…it still hurts.
Mike Laszlo: I just wish there was something I could do that would pass the time and allow me to put this in the back of my mind.
Then, as I looked over at her, I could tell the wheels in her brain were turning.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well…
She paused and looked at me. You could tell she wanted to say something but had that “Should I really tell him this now?” look. Me, not being really in the mood for games at the moment, prompted an answer.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well, Sam, Danny, Mike and I were talking.
Again her voice still seemed hesitant, and yet, I kept pushing.
Mike Laszlo: And?
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well…we think you should get the Montecito back.
Mike Laszlo: I should what?
I sold the Montecito a year or so ago to a Mexican American conglomerate and was pleased with the money I made. Not once since the sale has it entered my mind to buy it back.
Mike Laszlo: And why should I do such a thing?
Kristy Mastrangelo: As we were talking they acknowledged that business was declining and with these new people in charge things just were horrible. They came in and wanted to do things their way with no room for compromise and it’s been really stressful on all these people, these people who are your friends.
Mike Laszlo: It’s really been that bad?
Kristy Mastrangelo: Well look what happened with you trying to protect your father and how they fouled that up. You know as well as I do that that would not have happened when you owned the place.
Mike Laszlo: This is true.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Will you at least think about it?
Mike Laszlo: But why for me would I buy it back. The Montecito added a lot of work on my plate, and now I’m free of it.
Kristy Mastrangelo: For you?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. What personal gain would I achieve?
Kristy Mastrangelo: For one it will get your mind off this past week. NCW is great and all, but it only occupies your time for the weekends. You are and always have been a busy body, and you need to be again. A busy Mike is the best Mike. So will you think about it?
She was right, like a lot of the time. Running a casino would be the perfect distraction. There was a problem with her plan though…the Montecito wasn’t for sale. The Mexican American conglomerate was perfectly happy running what was once my casino into the ground so they could put some other form of business in its place.
Not on my watch.
Mike Laszlo: Thought about it.
Kristy Mastrangelo: And?
Rather than answer her with words, I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and dialed a number. Waiting, I finally get an answer.
Mike Laszlo: Hello? Sam? Do me a favor when you get some time…find out how much it would be for me to buy back the casino.
Yes I’m serious.
Before the conversation went any further I could hear her screaming into the phone out of excitement. It must have been that bad.
Mike Laszlo: Get back to me on that. Bye.
The first step was put into motion. By now, not only was Sam going to get the figures for me, she was telling everyone in the joint that I could be coming back, though she probably phrased it as “will be” coming back…knowing Sam. Hanging up the phone, I shove it back into my pocket. Looking over, I see a smile on the face of the pretty girl sitting next to me, and for the first time in about two weeks, I couldn’t help but crack a smile back.
Kristy Mastrangelo: That’s more like it.
The occupation of my mind was taking place as I sat there a moment longer. How was I going to get them to sell? What was it going to be like getting re-acclimated? What had changed, and what was I going to have to adapt too. The wheels were turning and now there’s no looking back.
====================
So Jason, this is it. The time has come to lay all of our cards both verbal and physical on the table.
So at Metamorphosis, you are right about one thing Jason. The fans will see who truly deserves to be the Honor Champion. The problem is…they won’t like it. They won’t like it because…
They don’t like me.
So after I win our match and retain my Honor Title, and the announcer tells everyone that I won the match, I will hold my title high and the fans will boo, and yet…
I don’t care.
I am the Honor Champion Jason, and that fact will remain true as long as I see fit.
