Post by Mike Laszlo on May 11, 2012 9:36:31 GMT -6
March 25, 2012
Do you know what that date signifies?
That’s right Jackhammer, I’m talking to you.
That date is when all of this began between you and I. You lost to some guy who had two matches under his belt, and I made fun of you and called you for lack of better words…a loser.
How did you respond?
After a hard fought match between both Xander Famularo and myself, you run down and hit me with that pathetic finisher that you call the Earth Shatterer. Cheap shot after I had been worn down in a hard fought bout.
So how do I get back at you? Simple. I use my superior intellect and wit. I pissed you off with a nice little distraction a week later in your match with Lex Sense, cost you the match, because turnabout is fair play, and get what I want, a match against you at Sovereign for your X-Title knowing full well that my title wasn’t in jeopardy. Then at Sovereign I beat you. In fact, I made you tap out and became the first ever NCW Championship Co-holder, as I remain today, both the Honor and X-Champion.
How did you respond?
A cheap shot kick to the face as I celebrated my victory.
So what am I getting at here? I’m getting at the fact that you can’t stand to be “one-upped” by anyone, and if you are, you throw a hissy fit and do something cheap.
You and I jack aren’t too much different in one aspect. Neither one of us can stand to be “one-upped.” So when you and Amy beat Kat and myself a couple weeks back, it set me on edge. It’s no secret Jack that I don’t like you, nor you me after the battles that we’ve been through. However, unlike you, I’m not going to take the cheap shot. I’m not going to wait for you to be vulnerable and then attack because you know what? That’s a pansy move. That is a BITCH move.
I will not stoop to those levels. Instead, this coming Sunday on the lead up to A Night To Remember, I’m going to give the pay per view something hard to follow. I’m going to put on the best show that this company has ever seen, and when all is said and done, my hands will be raised in victory as sure as I will raise my title belts high in the air for all of these people to worship.
The bell will ring this Sunday and you will be carried in a matchup like you’ve never been carried before, and when all is said and done, I will be the man who walks out STILL DOUBLE CHAMPION!
Trust me when I tell you Jack, there’s not a damn thing you can do or say that will change my mind for this is what will happen no matter you like it or not.
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Title: Helping Out “Family” (Bad Start Turned Good)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 10:00 AM Eastern Standard Time
So my good deed for the year is done. I went to the hearing and persuaded the judge to rule in my favor, granting me custody of the young woman who goes by the name Ashley Mastrangelo. She was a problem child and I was a problem solver. I was asked to help the situation by my best friend and I’d be damned if I couldn’t fix this situation.
So here I was headed to my gym in the Cleveland area where I was to meet the young Ms. Mastrangelo. Now Kristy had warned me that she’s somewhat of a snob, some would even call her a bitch. She was used to getting her way and I can tell you right this second that, that wasn’t going to happen…not on my watch.
I pulled into the parking lot only to find a car in my parking spot.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell?
Rather than simply pulling into a parking spot, I stopped my car right in the center of the driveway and exited the vehicle. In my spot was a black Mercedes with the young girl set to be my charge sitting on the back end in a short hooker-esque skirt, tight tube top, and a pair of high heels. Her blonde hair flowed elegantly down her back to about the midway point as it blew from side to side in the gentle breeze. For all intents and purposes, the young lady was gorgeous, but that wouldn’t stop her from incurring some form of my wrath even if it wasn’t full blown.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell is this?
Ashley Mastrangelo: What?
Mike Laszlo: Are you blind or is the “All blondes are stupid” thing true?
She didn’t like that first part.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You know who my father is. You talk to me like that again and I’ll…
Mike Laszlo: YOU’LL WHAT!? HUH!? Tell on me? Please. I know who your father is, and he knows who I am. He knows that I’m a no nonsense kind of guy and has told me personally along with your cousin that I have full control which means I can talk to you anyway I please because you are in my custody. SO! That said, get your ass off the car, get in it, pull into another parking spot, and then take your slutty ass inside and meet me in my office. Understood?
She hopped off the car and gave me one of those prissy glares that nobody really cares about then turns toward her car.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Whatever.
Mike Laszlo: LISTEN BITCH! NO BACK TALK! DO AS YOUR TOLD OR I’LL SEND YOUR ASS TO JAIL WITH NO REMORSE!
I had to take it up a notch. I knew that that would get to her. She’s too pretty for jail and she wouldn’t be regarded as highly as she thinks she should be.
With a groan, she did as told, moving her car as I headed inside. After all, I did have a match to prepare for and a very important one at that. I headed inside, walking down the long corridor as I approached the main area of the gym. To one side was a cluster of punching bags, to the other, a set of exercise equipment. Continuing ahead, I walked around the one ring in the center of the gym and headed for a glass encased office…my office.
Now I know what you’re probably thinking. “Why would he hang out here when he could be in the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas?” Well, the answer is truly quite simple. This gym…is where it all began. So as is said so many times in the wake of a person or persons rising in society, you never forget the little people, and you absolutely, positively, NEVER and I mean NEVER forget where you came from.
That however, is a topic for another time.
I got to my door and pushed it open, and usually, my desk, full of papers…was empty. Now I wasn’t complaining because as I stated before, I have a match to prep for, but that’s just one less thing I have for my young “charge” to take care of.
There was nobody else out in the gym as we had just opened, so I could hear the sounds of her hooker heels clicking on the cement floor. I turned and leaned against my desk and waited for her to enter the room. Then it hit me…I should at least look busy. So quickly before I saw her emerge from the hallway, I jumped into my chair and pulled out my phone and began talking on it. I didn’t see her peek in the window as I had my back turned. She must have seen I was on the phone and lightly tapped on the door. I acted startled and spun my chair toward her, and motioned her in before turning my back to her again as if I were on an important phone call.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, that’s right. I want you to create the same feel as here. Money’s not an option. Do what you gotta do.
I turned to her again and motioned for her to have a seat, and this time remained turned in her direction.
Mike Laszlo: I TOLD YOU MONEY IS NOT AN OBSTACLE! GET IT DONE!
I hung up and set the phone down and then leaned back in my chair.
Mike Laszlo: It’s so hard to find good help these days. Damn!
She looked a little startled, and I could tell that my acting job on the phone, combined with my yelling at her outside had knocked her right down off her high perch. She seemed like she was humbled already and that works in my favor.
There’s was an awkward moment of silence before a smile crept across my face. I nodded gently before leaning forward, resting my arms down on my desk.
Mike Laszlo: It seems to me that we’ve gotten off to a bit of a bad start.
She nodded nervously.
Mike Laszlo: Let’s start over.
I extended my hand toward her.
Mike Laszlo: I’m Mike Laszlo.
She looked on and seemed a little confused. After all, I’m the guy who just a few minutes ago in so many words called her a stupid bitch. I really did want the fresh start though as I thought it was necessary to show that I did indeed have a better side…a side she would want to see more than the angry side.
After another awkward moment she extended her hand and shook mine.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Ashley Mastrangelo.
The handshake seemed to lighten the mood tremendously.
Mike Laszlo: See? Much better already.
She nodded as she still didn’t want to speak out of turn, but did smile.
Mike Laszlo: Before we do anything. I want to explain to you why I’m doing what I’m doing for you. I’m taking you under my wing because your father asked me too, really because your cousin asked me too. She believes in you, and she convinced your father that you can do more than just be a “Mafia Princess” and after seeing you and getting a first impression…I too believe her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You do?
Mike Laszlo: Yes. I also believe that no good deed goes unnoticed. After all, Karma is a bitch. This adds to my good Karma, and that makes me feel good. I couldn’t simply let you go to jail…it wouldn’t be right.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um…thanks?
I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit.
Mike Laszlo: Do you believe in Karma?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Uh, Um, I guess?
Mike Laszlo: What do you think your Karma is like Ashley?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um…I don’t know. I’ve done a lot of stuff in my life that I’m not too proud of; things that only got me ahead no matter who I hurt to get there.
The look on my face turned from joyous to serious with a hint of somberness. I knew what she was talking about. I had as they said “been there, done that.”
Mike Laszlo: I get it. Listen, you’re not the only one who’s done things that weren’t too noble to get where you wanted to be. We’ve all been there, I’ve done that.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You have?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. It happens. If I told you everything happens for a reason, would you agree with that?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I guess.
Mike Laszlo: You guess?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, I mean, of course. It’s just sometimes, you can’t figure out exactly what that reason is.
Mike Laszlo: You always find out what the reason is. All figuring out, happens in due time.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Okay, say that that’s true.
Mike Laszlo: It is.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Then what’s the reason for me getting caught and sentenced to come here?
A sly grin crossed my face again as I stood from my chair. Walking around I motioned for her to stand and she did. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and my answer was simple.
Mike Laszlo: Like I said young lady, all in due time.
She was confused and probably a little frustrated that I didn’t give her a real answer but hey, that’s the way things go. Walking her toward the door, I sent her home for the day. I had a workout to do and really had nothing for her to do.
Mike Laszlo: That’s it for the day.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Really?
Mike Laszlo: Well you can’t do anything dressed like that with all the guys around here. Just think about what I said, and come tomorrow ready to workout.
Ashley Mastrangelo: We’re going to do a workout?
Mike Laszlo: Yes we are. Pair of shorts and a shirt and for God’s sake, some sneakers. No heels.
She seemed overjoyed.
Ashley Mastrangelo: (With a giggle.) Will do. Sorry about earlier.
Mike Laszlo: It’s no problem. Come ready cuz we’re going to lay it on thick.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Okay. Bye.
She turned and waved with a smile. I waved her on and turned toward the punching bags.
Mike Laszlo: That went well. Time to have some fun.
The scene fades.
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Do you believe in Karma Jack? When I say Karma is a bitch…I do mean it. That’s kind of what I was getting at a little earlier. Here I’ve worked hard and done what I’ve had to do to get what I want, and the hard work paid off as I am the first ever double champion in NCW history. Here I am the longest reigning Honor Champion in the history of this belt.
You?
You get told off and you take a cheap shot.
You lose…another cheap shot.
So with all that bad Karma, what in the blue hell makes you think you’re going to win this coming Sunday? What makes you think that you can…
One, overcome your bad Karma.
Two, overcome my good Karma.
And…
Three, overcome me?
My skill alone makes me better than you and these belts only solidify that. Then you throw in Karma? You my friend are totally and completely screwed when it comes to our match this Sunday.
Not to mention…the Hardcore element.
Jack, most people would say that the hardcore element favors you. The big, bad, genetic freak. I tend to disagree. Really, I do. You see what the hardcore element does, is chop you down to size. I don’t need to force you down with technicality, I can just hit you over the head with a chair. I can give you that “Title Shot” you owe so think you deserve. Then I can make you bleed, and then I can humble you as I have many before you, as well as you yourself the last time both of these titles were on the line.
I hope to God you come prepared Jack. I hope your mind isn’t on your comatose mentor, because if it’s on anything but me…you’re going to lose. Hell, I hate to break it to you, but even if it’s fully on me…you’re still…going to lose.
This Sunday…I walk in double champion, and I walk OUT double champion, and there’s nothing you can do or say that will change that.
[/color][/center]Do you know what that date signifies?
That’s right Jackhammer, I’m talking to you.
That date is when all of this began between you and I. You lost to some guy who had two matches under his belt, and I made fun of you and called you for lack of better words…a loser.
How did you respond?
After a hard fought match between both Xander Famularo and myself, you run down and hit me with that pathetic finisher that you call the Earth Shatterer. Cheap shot after I had been worn down in a hard fought bout.
So how do I get back at you? Simple. I use my superior intellect and wit. I pissed you off with a nice little distraction a week later in your match with Lex Sense, cost you the match, because turnabout is fair play, and get what I want, a match against you at Sovereign for your X-Title knowing full well that my title wasn’t in jeopardy. Then at Sovereign I beat you. In fact, I made you tap out and became the first ever NCW Championship Co-holder, as I remain today, both the Honor and X-Champion.
How did you respond?
A cheap shot kick to the face as I celebrated my victory.
So what am I getting at here? I’m getting at the fact that you can’t stand to be “one-upped” by anyone, and if you are, you throw a hissy fit and do something cheap.
You and I jack aren’t too much different in one aspect. Neither one of us can stand to be “one-upped.” So when you and Amy beat Kat and myself a couple weeks back, it set me on edge. It’s no secret Jack that I don’t like you, nor you me after the battles that we’ve been through. However, unlike you, I’m not going to take the cheap shot. I’m not going to wait for you to be vulnerable and then attack because you know what? That’s a pansy move. That is a BITCH move.
I will not stoop to those levels. Instead, this coming Sunday on the lead up to A Night To Remember, I’m going to give the pay per view something hard to follow. I’m going to put on the best show that this company has ever seen, and when all is said and done, my hands will be raised in victory as sure as I will raise my title belts high in the air for all of these people to worship.
The bell will ring this Sunday and you will be carried in a matchup like you’ve never been carried before, and when all is said and done, I will be the man who walks out STILL DOUBLE CHAMPION!
Trust me when I tell you Jack, there’s not a damn thing you can do or say that will change my mind for this is what will happen no matter you like it or not.
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Title: Helping Out “Family” (Bad Start Turned Good)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 10:00 AM Eastern Standard Time
So my good deed for the year is done. I went to the hearing and persuaded the judge to rule in my favor, granting me custody of the young woman who goes by the name Ashley Mastrangelo. She was a problem child and I was a problem solver. I was asked to help the situation by my best friend and I’d be damned if I couldn’t fix this situation.
So here I was headed to my gym in the Cleveland area where I was to meet the young Ms. Mastrangelo. Now Kristy had warned me that she’s somewhat of a snob, some would even call her a bitch. She was used to getting her way and I can tell you right this second that, that wasn’t going to happen…not on my watch.
I pulled into the parking lot only to find a car in my parking spot.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell?
Rather than simply pulling into a parking spot, I stopped my car right in the center of the driveway and exited the vehicle. In my spot was a black Mercedes with the young girl set to be my charge sitting on the back end in a short hooker-esque skirt, tight tube top, and a pair of high heels. Her blonde hair flowed elegantly down her back to about the midway point as it blew from side to side in the gentle breeze. For all intents and purposes, the young lady was gorgeous, but that wouldn’t stop her from incurring some form of my wrath even if it wasn’t full blown.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell is this?
Ashley Mastrangelo: What?
Mike Laszlo: Are you blind or is the “All blondes are stupid” thing true?
She didn’t like that first part.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You know who my father is. You talk to me like that again and I’ll…
Mike Laszlo: YOU’LL WHAT!? HUH!? Tell on me? Please. I know who your father is, and he knows who I am. He knows that I’m a no nonsense kind of guy and has told me personally along with your cousin that I have full control which means I can talk to you anyway I please because you are in my custody. SO! That said, get your ass off the car, get in it, pull into another parking spot, and then take your slutty ass inside and meet me in my office. Understood?
She hopped off the car and gave me one of those prissy glares that nobody really cares about then turns toward her car.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Whatever.
Mike Laszlo: LISTEN BITCH! NO BACK TALK! DO AS YOUR TOLD OR I’LL SEND YOUR ASS TO JAIL WITH NO REMORSE!
I had to take it up a notch. I knew that that would get to her. She’s too pretty for jail and she wouldn’t be regarded as highly as she thinks she should be.
With a groan, she did as told, moving her car as I headed inside. After all, I did have a match to prepare for and a very important one at that. I headed inside, walking down the long corridor as I approached the main area of the gym. To one side was a cluster of punching bags, to the other, a set of exercise equipment. Continuing ahead, I walked around the one ring in the center of the gym and headed for a glass encased office…my office.
Now I know what you’re probably thinking. “Why would he hang out here when he could be in the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas?” Well, the answer is truly quite simple. This gym…is where it all began. So as is said so many times in the wake of a person or persons rising in society, you never forget the little people, and you absolutely, positively, NEVER and I mean NEVER forget where you came from.
That however, is a topic for another time.
I got to my door and pushed it open, and usually, my desk, full of papers…was empty. Now I wasn’t complaining because as I stated before, I have a match to prep for, but that’s just one less thing I have for my young “charge” to take care of.
There was nobody else out in the gym as we had just opened, so I could hear the sounds of her hooker heels clicking on the cement floor. I turned and leaned against my desk and waited for her to enter the room. Then it hit me…I should at least look busy. So quickly before I saw her emerge from the hallway, I jumped into my chair and pulled out my phone and began talking on it. I didn’t see her peek in the window as I had my back turned. She must have seen I was on the phone and lightly tapped on the door. I acted startled and spun my chair toward her, and motioned her in before turning my back to her again as if I were on an important phone call.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, that’s right. I want you to create the same feel as here. Money’s not an option. Do what you gotta do.
I turned to her again and motioned for her to have a seat, and this time remained turned in her direction.
Mike Laszlo: I TOLD YOU MONEY IS NOT AN OBSTACLE! GET IT DONE!
I hung up and set the phone down and then leaned back in my chair.
Mike Laszlo: It’s so hard to find good help these days. Damn!
She looked a little startled, and I could tell that my acting job on the phone, combined with my yelling at her outside had knocked her right down off her high perch. She seemed like she was humbled already and that works in my favor.
There’s was an awkward moment of silence before a smile crept across my face. I nodded gently before leaning forward, resting my arms down on my desk.
Mike Laszlo: It seems to me that we’ve gotten off to a bit of a bad start.
She nodded nervously.
Mike Laszlo: Let’s start over.
I extended my hand toward her.
Mike Laszlo: I’m Mike Laszlo.
She looked on and seemed a little confused. After all, I’m the guy who just a few minutes ago in so many words called her a stupid bitch. I really did want the fresh start though as I thought it was necessary to show that I did indeed have a better side…a side she would want to see more than the angry side.
After another awkward moment she extended her hand and shook mine.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Ashley Mastrangelo.
The handshake seemed to lighten the mood tremendously.
Mike Laszlo: See? Much better already.
She nodded as she still didn’t want to speak out of turn, but did smile.
Mike Laszlo: Before we do anything. I want to explain to you why I’m doing what I’m doing for you. I’m taking you under my wing because your father asked me too, really because your cousin asked me too. She believes in you, and she convinced your father that you can do more than just be a “Mafia Princess” and after seeing you and getting a first impression…I too believe her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You do?
Mike Laszlo: Yes. I also believe that no good deed goes unnoticed. After all, Karma is a bitch. This adds to my good Karma, and that makes me feel good. I couldn’t simply let you go to jail…it wouldn’t be right.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um…thanks?
I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit.
Mike Laszlo: Do you believe in Karma?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Uh, Um, I guess?
Mike Laszlo: What do you think your Karma is like Ashley?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um…I don’t know. I’ve done a lot of stuff in my life that I’m not too proud of; things that only got me ahead no matter who I hurt to get there.
The look on my face turned from joyous to serious with a hint of somberness. I knew what she was talking about. I had as they said “been there, done that.”
Mike Laszlo: I get it. Listen, you’re not the only one who’s done things that weren’t too noble to get where you wanted to be. We’ve all been there, I’ve done that.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You have?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. It happens. If I told you everything happens for a reason, would you agree with that?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I guess.
Mike Laszlo: You guess?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, I mean, of course. It’s just sometimes, you can’t figure out exactly what that reason is.
Mike Laszlo: You always find out what the reason is. All figuring out, happens in due time.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Okay, say that that’s true.
Mike Laszlo: It is.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Then what’s the reason for me getting caught and sentenced to come here?
A sly grin crossed my face again as I stood from my chair. Walking around I motioned for her to stand and she did. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and my answer was simple.
Mike Laszlo: Like I said young lady, all in due time.
She was confused and probably a little frustrated that I didn’t give her a real answer but hey, that’s the way things go. Walking her toward the door, I sent her home for the day. I had a workout to do and really had nothing for her to do.
Mike Laszlo: That’s it for the day.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Really?
Mike Laszlo: Well you can’t do anything dressed like that with all the guys around here. Just think about what I said, and come tomorrow ready to workout.
Ashley Mastrangelo: We’re going to do a workout?
Mike Laszlo: Yes we are. Pair of shorts and a shirt and for God’s sake, some sneakers. No heels.
She seemed overjoyed.
Ashley Mastrangelo: (With a giggle.) Will do. Sorry about earlier.
Mike Laszlo: It’s no problem. Come ready cuz we’re going to lay it on thick.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Okay. Bye.
She turned and waved with a smile. I waved her on and turned toward the punching bags.
Mike Laszlo: That went well. Time to have some fun.
The scene fades.
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Do you believe in Karma Jack? When I say Karma is a bitch…I do mean it. That’s kind of what I was getting at a little earlier. Here I’ve worked hard and done what I’ve had to do to get what I want, and the hard work paid off as I am the first ever double champion in NCW history. Here I am the longest reigning Honor Champion in the history of this belt.
You?
You get told off and you take a cheap shot.
You lose…another cheap shot.
So with all that bad Karma, what in the blue hell makes you think you’re going to win this coming Sunday? What makes you think that you can…
One, overcome your bad Karma.
Two, overcome my good Karma.
And…
Three, overcome me?
My skill alone makes me better than you and these belts only solidify that. Then you throw in Karma? You my friend are totally and completely screwed when it comes to our match this Sunday.
Not to mention…the Hardcore element.
Jack, most people would say that the hardcore element favors you. The big, bad, genetic freak. I tend to disagree. Really, I do. You see what the hardcore element does, is chop you down to size. I don’t need to force you down with technicality, I can just hit you over the head with a chair. I can give you that “Title Shot” you owe so think you deserve. Then I can make you bleed, and then I can humble you as I have many before you, as well as you yourself the last time both of these titles were on the line.
I hope to God you come prepared Jack. I hope your mind isn’t on your comatose mentor, because if it’s on anything but me…you’re going to lose. Hell, I hate to break it to you, but even if it’s fully on me…you’re still…going to lose.
This Sunday…I walk in double champion, and I walk OUT double champion, and there’s nothing you can do or say that will change that.
