Post by Mike Laszlo on Apr 7, 2012 3:16:08 GMT -6
I told you so.
That’s right, I said it.
I told each and every one of you that I was going to beat Joe Everyman this past Sunday just as I also alluded to this coming Sunday at Sovereign, when I said I was going to beat Jackhammer. I said it, and it will happen, just like it did on Collision.
This match at Sovereign however, isn’t just any match. Oh no.
This match at Sovereign pits the X-Champion against the Honor Champion in a match where both titles are on the line and the first ever NCW Double Champion will be crowned.
A man who goes by the name Jackhammer will step in the ring across from me. He is a man who is a genetic freak. Tall, muscular, and like most who are similarly built, ignorant. I don’t care what his problem is because this isn’t what that’s about.
What this match is about is the simple fact that coming up at Sovereign, a gladiator will be crowned but on that same night…history will be made. I want to know though Jack…are you ready to make history?
I don’t think you are if you want my honest opinion. I mean come on, you’ve been on this losing streak as of late. You attacked me a couple weeks back based on the simple fact that I called you a loser. So last week I outsmarted you and cost you your match.
Then, when all was said and done, I had you so upset that you were willing to do anything to get your hands on me. I set myself up in a position to make NCW HISTORY!!!
Jack…that’s what I was born to do in this business. I was born to make history. I AM A HISTORY MAKER! It doesn’t matter where I’ve been, it’s just what I do. Whether its winning multiple championships, holding titles longer than anyone else, becoming a hall of famer…I’ve done it all.
After I beat you this Sunday and become a double champion, by the time next week’s Collision rolls around, I will have also tied Atreyu as the longest reigning Honor Champion. So after beating you at Sovereign I will have my name in the NCW Record books not once, but twice all in the blink of an eye.
So Jackhammer, I heard you say you’re psyched for this match. I heard that you’re coming into it full-steam ahead, and that when that happens, there’s nobody who can stop you.
Well, if that’s the case, then I really do apologize in advance.
What for?
I apologize for bursting that little bubble you live in. You can be stopped and you will be stopped…BY ME! Me etching my name in stone in the record books is on the line, and because of that and my destined greatness…I cannot fail.
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Title: Reaquisition (The Approval)
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Time: 12:27 PM Western Standard Time
Less than a week ago, last Saturday in fact, I had gone down to the Las Vegas Municipal Center where a hearing was held to determine the fate of the Montecito Hotel and Resort. With the help of numbers, testimony, and a solid investigation, the hope was for me to regain control of the Montecito and once more become the owner. The investigation usually takes anywhere from a week to a month. This investigation seemed to be different though. How so, I couldn’t really put my finger on it.
It was twelve-thirty and I had just finished lunch down at the casino restaurant known as Mystique. I headed through the casino and toward the elevators before stepping through the double gold-plated sliding doors. As I stand in the elevator, surprisingly alone, getting annoyed by the really poor taste of Spanish elevator music, I head my phone vibrate in my pocket.
Pulling it out I activate the screen, only to see that at the bottom was a little envelope indicating that I had received an e-mail. Pushing the touch screen, the e-mail program starts and I see that the latest e-mail is from the Las Vegas City Council secretary in regards to the hearing that had been held less than a week earlier. It stated that I needed to return to the Municipal Center for a ruling. I won’t lie, I was rather confused.
Mike Laszlo: A ruling? Already? It hasn’t even been a week.
Looking down at the phone again, I double check the sender’s e-mail address, and to my surprise it seemed to be completely legit.
The gold-plated doors slide open and before me is the long hallway which went both to the left and the right. I hung a left and headed for my room, still in shock at the e-mail I had just received. Opening the door to my room, I stepped inside and saw that there was nobody immediately in the room for me to share the news with. I didn’t hear any sound in the bathroom, nor did I see anyone out on the balcony. I figured both of the girls had gone out to lunch or to the spa or whatever it is that girls do nowadays. To be quite frank, I was a little bummed.
The sadness was soon amended though as the door swung open, bumping into me, nearly knocking me down as I stumbled over the step down into the room.
Kristy Mastrangelo: OH! Sorry.
The look on her face was priceless and to fair, I never was and still can’t seem to ever get mad at her. Besides, it was an accident.
Mike Laszlo: Thanks. Next time just throw me down a flight of stairs.
Following Kristy into the room was Samantha.
Samantha Marquez: Whatever, you probably deserved it.
Mike Laszlo: Huh? For what?
Samantha Marquez: I don’t know…you’ll do something that warrants getting knocked off a step by a door.
Mike Laszlo: Gee, thanks for the compliment.
Samantha Marquez: (Sarcastically.) No problem.
It was time to switch gears. I had to share my news with them as Sam closed the door behind her.
Mike Laszlo: Well, I got some news.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Sitting on the couch, turning her head toward me.) What is it?
Sam followed, sitting in the chair next to the couch, followed by me who sat next to Kristy leaning forward on the edge of my seat.
Mike Laszlo: I got an e-mail today from the Las Vegas City Council.
You could tell the suspense was killing both of them.
Mike Laszlo: And it said I have to show up today at one o’clock for a ruling.
They both said the same thing I did in the elevator.
Kristy Mastrangelo: That seems quick.
Samantha Marquez: That’s good. Maybe it means we laid out such a great case that it was pretty easy to come to a verdict.
Mike Laszlo: I hope so. I don’t need this hanging over my head for an extended period of time.
I then happened to glance over at the alarm clock on the end table only to realize that it was already twenty to one and I still had to get ready.
Mike Laszlo: Crap. I gotta get ready. If either of you is coming, get ready.
The two girls looked at one another then turned back toward me.
Kristy Mastrangelo: I’m gonna stick with her. We’re gonna have a “girls day.”
Mike Laszlo: Works for me. I’ll see you two later.
Without even saying goodbye I rushed into the bedroom and threw on something suitable to wear before the panel. A life I thought I no longer wanted was seemingly ready to fall back into my lap, and rather than be upset, I was rather anxious. I headed into town and pulled into the Municipal Center parking lot. I was ten minutes early…perfect.
I headed into the building and sat in the chairs with a group of people, each with their own protest. I sat and waited for nearly a half hour as some of the other objectives on the docket ran a little longer than was expected. It didn’t bother me as I really had nothing else to do. Finally…it was time.
Floor Host: Docket number eight-three-six-nine-two. Municipal seizure of the Montecito property along with release to proprietary owner, one Michael Laszlo. Commencing!
I was kind of nervous. I knew what I was expecting, but I didn’t know if that’s how it would go down. This was it. If I got a “no” from City Council, the last month of my life was pretty much a waste.
Panel Head: Mr. Laszlo. After some investigation, and no cooperation from the Mexican Conglomerate known as Mistango, it is this panel’s decision to relinquish their ownership rights and hereby reinstate you as owner of the Montecito property.
I couldn’t help but react in a celebratory manner. After all…I won. The celebration was tampered down quickly though by the head of the panel.
Panel Head: However, your ownership reinstatement has conditions.
Mike Laszlo: Such as?
Panel Head: First, due to the nature of this acquisition, you are placed on monetary watch by an individual chosen by this panel. He will grade YOUR performance as owner anonymously. Second, the building is not completely up to code with Las Vegas nor Nevada standards and needs to be updated within the next month. Once all other requirements are met, the monetary watch will conclude. Upon the individual’s grading, you will either be sent a congratulatory letter by the panel and allowed to continue day-to-day operation, or you will be sent a summons to reappear in this very room. Are the conditions clear.
Mike Laszlo: Yes.
Panel Head: Good. As of now, you are once more the owner of the Montecito property. The monetary watch also begins next week, a date to later be determined. As far as any fees go. The Montecito is behind on taxes that must be paid before acquisition is complete. Please right a check or have funds transferred at the accounting window on your way out.
Mike Laszlo: Will do. Thank you so much for this opportunity. You won’t regret it.
Panel Head: I hope so. With that, this meeting is adjourned.
Another slam of the gavel but this time it meant success. I left the Municipal Center with a smile that had to be surgically removed from my face plastered across it. I was once more the owner of the Montecito. Just wait until the news spread. For a whole twenty minute drive however…the pleasure was mine and mine alone.
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Ego? Who here has an ego? Jackhammer, I don’t have a damn clue what your talking about when you mention this ego. I mean seriously…is it wrong of me to think I’m better than you and everyone else? What do you want me to say?
You want me to come out week in and week out and say that my opponent is going to kick my ass? Just because you have no self confidence doesn’t mean you get to go around preaching that everyone should think they suck as much as you think you suck because honestly, nobody can suck as much as you suck.
I’m glad that you are so focused on me. Why you ask? Simple, because when I take your X-Title from around your waist you will have absolutely no excuse as to why you lost to the better man. You do need to realize something, so allow me to give you this reality check. Your words, the great speech you gave a few days ago…they don’t effect me one single bit because they mean absolutely nothing. You aren’t intimidating in the least bit because Mr. “Chi-town Terror” I’m in your head.
That’s right Jack…I’m inside your brain and I’m wreaking havoc. I know exactly what the “Chi-town Terror” represents, and you set it yourself. The “Chi-town Terror” is nothing but a moniker to cover up the fact that you are a loser. I’m glad that you have that mentality, really, I am. So now, when I beat you, you already know the steps needed to move on before you’re beaten by someone else.
I’m sure however that there will be some excuse as to why you lost. It won’t make any sense like most of the lines that emanate from your mouth, but I’m sure the vocabulary will be vast and full of four letter words that sound like a pimple popping, hormone infested teenager, but I’ll tell you my little secret Jack, as much as you repeated over and over that you would destroy me, or beat me, or ravage me, I want you to know this for before the match…it’s your lie…tell it anyway you want.
But know this after the match…the truth will be told and I will be known as the first NCW competitor to simultaneously hold two titles at one time. I WILL BE THE HONOR AND X CHAMPION AFTER SOVEREIGN! Call it ego, call it fate, I don’t care. I call it being better than you, and this Sunday live on Pay Per View…I prove that truth to be self-evident.
That’s right, I said it.
I told each and every one of you that I was going to beat Joe Everyman this past Sunday just as I also alluded to this coming Sunday at Sovereign, when I said I was going to beat Jackhammer. I said it, and it will happen, just like it did on Collision.
This match at Sovereign however, isn’t just any match. Oh no.
This match at Sovereign pits the X-Champion against the Honor Champion in a match where both titles are on the line and the first ever NCW Double Champion will be crowned.
A man who goes by the name Jackhammer will step in the ring across from me. He is a man who is a genetic freak. Tall, muscular, and like most who are similarly built, ignorant. I don’t care what his problem is because this isn’t what that’s about.
What this match is about is the simple fact that coming up at Sovereign, a gladiator will be crowned but on that same night…history will be made. I want to know though Jack…are you ready to make history?
I don’t think you are if you want my honest opinion. I mean come on, you’ve been on this losing streak as of late. You attacked me a couple weeks back based on the simple fact that I called you a loser. So last week I outsmarted you and cost you your match.
Then, when all was said and done, I had you so upset that you were willing to do anything to get your hands on me. I set myself up in a position to make NCW HISTORY!!!
Jack…that’s what I was born to do in this business. I was born to make history. I AM A HISTORY MAKER! It doesn’t matter where I’ve been, it’s just what I do. Whether its winning multiple championships, holding titles longer than anyone else, becoming a hall of famer…I’ve done it all.
After I beat you this Sunday and become a double champion, by the time next week’s Collision rolls around, I will have also tied Atreyu as the longest reigning Honor Champion. So after beating you at Sovereign I will have my name in the NCW Record books not once, but twice all in the blink of an eye.
So Jackhammer, I heard you say you’re psyched for this match. I heard that you’re coming into it full-steam ahead, and that when that happens, there’s nobody who can stop you.
Well, if that’s the case, then I really do apologize in advance.
What for?
I apologize for bursting that little bubble you live in. You can be stopped and you will be stopped…BY ME! Me etching my name in stone in the record books is on the line, and because of that and my destined greatness…I cannot fail.
====================
Title: Reaquisition (The Approval)
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Time: 12:27 PM Western Standard Time
Less than a week ago, last Saturday in fact, I had gone down to the Las Vegas Municipal Center where a hearing was held to determine the fate of the Montecito Hotel and Resort. With the help of numbers, testimony, and a solid investigation, the hope was for me to regain control of the Montecito and once more become the owner. The investigation usually takes anywhere from a week to a month. This investigation seemed to be different though. How so, I couldn’t really put my finger on it.
It was twelve-thirty and I had just finished lunch down at the casino restaurant known as Mystique. I headed through the casino and toward the elevators before stepping through the double gold-plated sliding doors. As I stand in the elevator, surprisingly alone, getting annoyed by the really poor taste of Spanish elevator music, I head my phone vibrate in my pocket.
Pulling it out I activate the screen, only to see that at the bottom was a little envelope indicating that I had received an e-mail. Pushing the touch screen, the e-mail program starts and I see that the latest e-mail is from the Las Vegas City Council secretary in regards to the hearing that had been held less than a week earlier. It stated that I needed to return to the Municipal Center for a ruling. I won’t lie, I was rather confused.
Mike Laszlo: A ruling? Already? It hasn’t even been a week.
Looking down at the phone again, I double check the sender’s e-mail address, and to my surprise it seemed to be completely legit.
The gold-plated doors slide open and before me is the long hallway which went both to the left and the right. I hung a left and headed for my room, still in shock at the e-mail I had just received. Opening the door to my room, I stepped inside and saw that there was nobody immediately in the room for me to share the news with. I didn’t hear any sound in the bathroom, nor did I see anyone out on the balcony. I figured both of the girls had gone out to lunch or to the spa or whatever it is that girls do nowadays. To be quite frank, I was a little bummed.
The sadness was soon amended though as the door swung open, bumping into me, nearly knocking me down as I stumbled over the step down into the room.
Kristy Mastrangelo: OH! Sorry.
The look on her face was priceless and to fair, I never was and still can’t seem to ever get mad at her. Besides, it was an accident.
Mike Laszlo: Thanks. Next time just throw me down a flight of stairs.
Following Kristy into the room was Samantha.
Samantha Marquez: Whatever, you probably deserved it.
Mike Laszlo: Huh? For what?
Samantha Marquez: I don’t know…you’ll do something that warrants getting knocked off a step by a door.
Mike Laszlo: Gee, thanks for the compliment.
Samantha Marquez: (Sarcastically.) No problem.
It was time to switch gears. I had to share my news with them as Sam closed the door behind her.
Mike Laszlo: Well, I got some news.
Kristy Mastrangelo: (Sitting on the couch, turning her head toward me.) What is it?
Sam followed, sitting in the chair next to the couch, followed by me who sat next to Kristy leaning forward on the edge of my seat.
Mike Laszlo: I got an e-mail today from the Las Vegas City Council.
You could tell the suspense was killing both of them.
Mike Laszlo: And it said I have to show up today at one o’clock for a ruling.
They both said the same thing I did in the elevator.
Kristy Mastrangelo: That seems quick.
Samantha Marquez: That’s good. Maybe it means we laid out such a great case that it was pretty easy to come to a verdict.
Mike Laszlo: I hope so. I don’t need this hanging over my head for an extended period of time.
I then happened to glance over at the alarm clock on the end table only to realize that it was already twenty to one and I still had to get ready.
Mike Laszlo: Crap. I gotta get ready. If either of you is coming, get ready.
The two girls looked at one another then turned back toward me.
Kristy Mastrangelo: I’m gonna stick with her. We’re gonna have a “girls day.”
Mike Laszlo: Works for me. I’ll see you two later.
Without even saying goodbye I rushed into the bedroom and threw on something suitable to wear before the panel. A life I thought I no longer wanted was seemingly ready to fall back into my lap, and rather than be upset, I was rather anxious. I headed into town and pulled into the Municipal Center parking lot. I was ten minutes early…perfect.
I headed into the building and sat in the chairs with a group of people, each with their own protest. I sat and waited for nearly a half hour as some of the other objectives on the docket ran a little longer than was expected. It didn’t bother me as I really had nothing else to do. Finally…it was time.
Floor Host: Docket number eight-three-six-nine-two. Municipal seizure of the Montecito property along with release to proprietary owner, one Michael Laszlo. Commencing!
I was kind of nervous. I knew what I was expecting, but I didn’t know if that’s how it would go down. This was it. If I got a “no” from City Council, the last month of my life was pretty much a waste.
Panel Head: Mr. Laszlo. After some investigation, and no cooperation from the Mexican Conglomerate known as Mistango, it is this panel’s decision to relinquish their ownership rights and hereby reinstate you as owner of the Montecito property.
I couldn’t help but react in a celebratory manner. After all…I won. The celebration was tampered down quickly though by the head of the panel.
Panel Head: However, your ownership reinstatement has conditions.
Mike Laszlo: Such as?
Panel Head: First, due to the nature of this acquisition, you are placed on monetary watch by an individual chosen by this panel. He will grade YOUR performance as owner anonymously. Second, the building is not completely up to code with Las Vegas nor Nevada standards and needs to be updated within the next month. Once all other requirements are met, the monetary watch will conclude. Upon the individual’s grading, you will either be sent a congratulatory letter by the panel and allowed to continue day-to-day operation, or you will be sent a summons to reappear in this very room. Are the conditions clear.
Mike Laszlo: Yes.
Panel Head: Good. As of now, you are once more the owner of the Montecito property. The monetary watch also begins next week, a date to later be determined. As far as any fees go. The Montecito is behind on taxes that must be paid before acquisition is complete. Please right a check or have funds transferred at the accounting window on your way out.
Mike Laszlo: Will do. Thank you so much for this opportunity. You won’t regret it.
Panel Head: I hope so. With that, this meeting is adjourned.
Another slam of the gavel but this time it meant success. I left the Municipal Center with a smile that had to be surgically removed from my face plastered across it. I was once more the owner of the Montecito. Just wait until the news spread. For a whole twenty minute drive however…the pleasure was mine and mine alone.
====================
Ego? Who here has an ego? Jackhammer, I don’t have a damn clue what your talking about when you mention this ego. I mean seriously…is it wrong of me to think I’m better than you and everyone else? What do you want me to say?
You want me to come out week in and week out and say that my opponent is going to kick my ass? Just because you have no self confidence doesn’t mean you get to go around preaching that everyone should think they suck as much as you think you suck because honestly, nobody can suck as much as you suck.
I’m glad that you are so focused on me. Why you ask? Simple, because when I take your X-Title from around your waist you will have absolutely no excuse as to why you lost to the better man. You do need to realize something, so allow me to give you this reality check. Your words, the great speech you gave a few days ago…they don’t effect me one single bit because they mean absolutely nothing. You aren’t intimidating in the least bit because Mr. “Chi-town Terror” I’m in your head.
That’s right Jack…I’m inside your brain and I’m wreaking havoc. I know exactly what the “Chi-town Terror” represents, and you set it yourself. The “Chi-town Terror” is nothing but a moniker to cover up the fact that you are a loser. I’m glad that you have that mentality, really, I am. So now, when I beat you, you already know the steps needed to move on before you’re beaten by someone else.
I’m sure however that there will be some excuse as to why you lost. It won’t make any sense like most of the lines that emanate from your mouth, but I’m sure the vocabulary will be vast and full of four letter words that sound like a pimple popping, hormone infested teenager, but I’ll tell you my little secret Jack, as much as you repeated over and over that you would destroy me, or beat me, or ravage me, I want you to know this for before the match…it’s your lie…tell it anyway you want.
But know this after the match…the truth will be told and I will be known as the first NCW competitor to simultaneously hold two titles at one time. I WILL BE THE HONOR AND X CHAMPION AFTER SOVEREIGN! Call it ego, call it fate, I don’t care. I call it being better than you, and this Sunday live on Pay Per View…I prove that truth to be self-evident.
