Post by Mike Laszlo on May 12, 2012 21:17:44 GMT -6
I don’t understand stupidity. Really…I don’t. I just finished watching the absolute, most boring thing that I’ve watched in my entire life, not to mention the most REPETITIVE THING IN MY LIFE!
Now yes, I’m talking about another masterpiece, insert sarcastic look here, from my good ole friend, Jackhammer. Now between the third person references, and the same old boring “I’m going to kick your ass!” lines that some of NCW’s roster tend to use a few times to many...
HINT! HINT!
I also realized that I have found that my opponent this Sunday has some sort of disease. Maybe it’s a mental defect? I honestly don’t know the true answer. Maybe it’s the fact that deep down inside, he knows, I’m the better man and he just want to remember my name?
Mike Laszlo.
Just in case you didn’t hear Jack the first thirteen times, that is indeed my name.
What’s the fascination with my last name? Laszlo. Most people can’t spell it, and some others are too stupid to know how to pronounce it. Jack can obviously do both, but why the obsession? Why can’t you just call me Mike?
I mean after all, I call you Jack, or Jackie, or pile of cow dung, or a loser, or any of the many things I feel like calling you, all of which you can do nothing about.
I made you tap out to retain my Honor Championship, and TAKE your X-Championship, so really I can call you whatever I please.
So, jackass, do you have any idea what I’m going to call you after I retain my championships this Sunday?
A footnote. A castaway. A blip on my radar that is absolutely no more.
For you see Jack, after this Sunday, I will have no reason to mention your name, because by the time my next promo comes around and I’m taking on my next challenger, nobody will remember you. People will have to repeat your name just to grasp who you were.
You’ll be walking through airports, and little kids will run up to you looking for an autograph thinking you resemble the all mighty Jackhammer, then someone with sense will tell them, “That’s not Jackhammer. He meant something. This is some poor excuse of a man who has nothing better to do in life but sulk after such a crushing defeat at the hands of a real man, a true champion, one Mike Laszlo.”
You know what will happen next? The kids will get discouraged. One will spit on your chest and the other will kick you in the shin before everyone runs off, again, forgetting your name, your career, and everything else that comes with it.
That is your fate this after this Sunday.
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Title: Helping Out “Family” (Purpose)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 10:28 AM Eastern Standard Time
So the meeting started a little rough, but the end was as perfect as it was going to get. I had gotten through to this troubled youth, and she grew an acceptance of what I was trying to get through her thick teenage head. I told her that I was here to help her and guide her through a rough stretch of life. I made a promise to do so, and I AM a man of my word.
So at the end of my little meeting with Ms. Mastrangelo, I told her to show up today, ready to work out. I was taking out some energy and frustration on the punching bags when I heard the metal door to the gym slam shut. I heard no sound of heels, no jingling of key chains, but I could hear footsteps. I steadied the bag then turned toward the hallway and what I saw amazed me. The made up hooker-esque diva that was in my gym a day earlier was a down to earth girl next door type. Her hair was pulled bag in a ponytail, she had a simple pair of shorts on and a workout top.
Mike Laszlo: Now that’s more like it.
She smiled as she headed over, her hair swaying from side to side with each step.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So what are we in for today that I had to come in workout clothes?
Mike Laszlo: Training.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You?
Mike Laszlo: You.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um, I’m confused.
Mike Laszlo: Silly girl. I didn’t bring you hear to clean the place up, or do my filing. That would all be meaningless in my attempt to set you on the straight and narrow.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Still confused.
Mike Laszlo: I see potential in you.
Ashley Mastrangelo: For what?
Mike Laszlo: Professional wrestling.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You mean where two or more beefy guys get all sweaty over each other.
Mike Laszlo: Whoa, that’s not what happens. Two guys go in that ring and bust their asses to put on a show for the thousands in attendance, as well as the millions who watch at home. By the way little missy, it’s not just guys, there’s girls too.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Okay. What makes me have potential?
A smirk crossed my face.
Mike Laszlo: Well…for one, there’s your attitude. You have charisma and a certain “IT” factor to you. Not to mention you have a great look.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Thanks, I think.
Mike Laszlo: Follow me.
I took off the sparring gloves and tossed them down on the ground for the next person to use. As instructed, she followed me as I headed to the middle of the gym and started up the steps into the ring. She paused at the bottom.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What are we doing?
Mike Laszlo: Giving you a purpose other than to stand around looking pretty. Come on.
She seemed to accept my answer as she headed up the steps and gingerly made her way through the ropes into the ring.
Mike Laszlo: Now as I said. Athletes step through these ropes every night for the pure and simple task of entertaining the masses. Stand in the middle of the ring and close your eyes.
Ashley Mastrangelo: This sounds stupid.
Mike Laszlo: Just do it.
She does as instructed and heads for the center. Closing her eyes she flares out her arms.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Okay, now what?
Mike Laszlo: Use your imagination. Think about twenty thousand people chanting your name. Cheering you on. Believing in you.
At first she resisted, but then I could see a smile appear on her face, her eyes remaining closed.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, that’s it. Can you feel the electricity jolting through your body? Can you feel that self-entitlement?
Ashley Mastrangelo: It feels good.
Mike Laszlo: Damn right it does.
She was oblivious as I walked toward her. Reaching out I shove her on her backside enlisting a harsh reaction.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What the hell was that for?
Mike Laszlo: Lesson one, never leave yourself vulnerable to attack.
With a bit of a huff, she got up off the canvas and got closer. I could see in her eyes that I had peaked her curiosity. She wanted to learn and that was no more evident than the next sentence that emanated from her lips.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Alright, I’m in.
Mike Laszlo: Well then, as long as you stay on the path…Step One…is complete.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Step one?
Mike Laszlo: I have now given you a purpose. I have given you a reason to wake up every day…a reason…to live a better life. You see, the only way you’re going to learn to stay straight and narrow is if I give you something that is actually yours.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I have things.
Mike Laszlo: Yes, yes you do. Let me ask you though, how many of those things were just handed to you?
I set her into a mode of thinking that I believe she has never experienced...self-evaluation.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Most of it.
Mike Laszlo: Okay, now let me ask, how much of it did you actually earn? How much of it was given to you out of accomplishment and not just because of who you were?
She was getting a tad depressed, but this has to be done. I have to break her so that she can comeback stronger than ever.
Ashley Mastrangelo: None of it.
Mike Laszlo: (Lifting her head up by the chin.) It’s okay. That’s why you didn’t mind doing bad things Ashley. You had no fear of things being taken from you. You had nothing that you truly valued. That however, changed today. It changed with that look in your beautiful blue eyes. You now have purpose and a sense of being. Those two things are worth fighting for. Those two things are worth hanging onto. And now…they’re yours.
The scene fades as I begin to show her some of the basics of professional wrestling, and thus, her training begins.
====================
So what exactly are the accomplishments that I mentioned?
Do you consider cheap shots accomplishments?
I don’t.
To me, cheap shots are just another way of admitting that you’re not as good as someone. It’s another way of giving up. It’s another way of SUBMISSION!
Something that you are good at, and should know plenty about.
See to me, that’s an accomplishment. I made the big bad “Chi-town Terror” tap out. I made you give in. I made you admit to yourself and the world that I was the better man, not by choice but by FORCE!
That my opponent, is why I will not come out and say I was beat by you, a not so better man, a couple weeks back. Your win is a fluke. Anyone on any given night can pin somebody in this business, but it takes a REAL BETTER MAN to force somebody into submission. To force somebody to no longer believe in themselves, and that is what I have done.
For you see Jack, behind the macho façade, and your roided up muscles, I know the truth. You no longer believe in yourself. That’s why you’ve now tried to turn NCW into TMZ.
The rumors you hear, are just that…RUMORS! None of which are based on fact. Drugs and myself have not and will not ever come in contact with one another as I choose to live my life cleanly.
The supposed “Tucking of my balls…” as you put it, was NCW brass giving me a well-deserved night off. Then again, if memory serves…you weren’t on either show either. So we could continue the rumor mills with something of the sort by saying, maybe Jackhammer was originally scheduled for a match but was too busy with a needle and a banned substance in the locker room and when NCW officials found the behemoth of a man, he was found to be mentally unstable and therefore his match was cancelled.
But I won’t.
I won’t dwell on the fact that you are a hypocritical ass. What I will do after Sunday, is move on. I will move on to bigger and better things. After Sunday I will no longer have to hear or mention the name Jackhammer EVER AGAIN!
And so it will be for everybody else.
Enjoy your time in the spotlight this Sunday Jackhammer, for when all is said and done…the light for you will indeed go out.
Now yes, I’m talking about another masterpiece, insert sarcastic look here, from my good ole friend, Jackhammer. Now between the third person references, and the same old boring “I’m going to kick your ass!” lines that some of NCW’s roster tend to use a few times to many...
HINT! HINT!
I also realized that I have found that my opponent this Sunday has some sort of disease. Maybe it’s a mental defect? I honestly don’t know the true answer. Maybe it’s the fact that deep down inside, he knows, I’m the better man and he just want to remember my name?
Mike Laszlo.
Just in case you didn’t hear Jack the first thirteen times, that is indeed my name.
What’s the fascination with my last name? Laszlo. Most people can’t spell it, and some others are too stupid to know how to pronounce it. Jack can obviously do both, but why the obsession? Why can’t you just call me Mike?
I mean after all, I call you Jack, or Jackie, or pile of cow dung, or a loser, or any of the many things I feel like calling you, all of which you can do nothing about.
I made you tap out to retain my Honor Championship, and TAKE your X-Championship, so really I can call you whatever I please.
So, jackass, do you have any idea what I’m going to call you after I retain my championships this Sunday?
A footnote. A castaway. A blip on my radar that is absolutely no more.
For you see Jack, after this Sunday, I will have no reason to mention your name, because by the time my next promo comes around and I’m taking on my next challenger, nobody will remember you. People will have to repeat your name just to grasp who you were.
You’ll be walking through airports, and little kids will run up to you looking for an autograph thinking you resemble the all mighty Jackhammer, then someone with sense will tell them, “That’s not Jackhammer. He meant something. This is some poor excuse of a man who has nothing better to do in life but sulk after such a crushing defeat at the hands of a real man, a true champion, one Mike Laszlo.”
You know what will happen next? The kids will get discouraged. One will spit on your chest and the other will kick you in the shin before everyone runs off, again, forgetting your name, your career, and everything else that comes with it.
That is your fate this after this Sunday.
====================
Title: Helping Out “Family” (Purpose)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 10:28 AM Eastern Standard Time
So the meeting started a little rough, but the end was as perfect as it was going to get. I had gotten through to this troubled youth, and she grew an acceptance of what I was trying to get through her thick teenage head. I told her that I was here to help her and guide her through a rough stretch of life. I made a promise to do so, and I AM a man of my word.
So at the end of my little meeting with Ms. Mastrangelo, I told her to show up today, ready to work out. I was taking out some energy and frustration on the punching bags when I heard the metal door to the gym slam shut. I heard no sound of heels, no jingling of key chains, but I could hear footsteps. I steadied the bag then turned toward the hallway and what I saw amazed me. The made up hooker-esque diva that was in my gym a day earlier was a down to earth girl next door type. Her hair was pulled bag in a ponytail, she had a simple pair of shorts on and a workout top.
Mike Laszlo: Now that’s more like it.
She smiled as she headed over, her hair swaying from side to side with each step.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So what are we in for today that I had to come in workout clothes?
Mike Laszlo: Training.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You?
Mike Laszlo: You.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um, I’m confused.
Mike Laszlo: Silly girl. I didn’t bring you hear to clean the place up, or do my filing. That would all be meaningless in my attempt to set you on the straight and narrow.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Still confused.
Mike Laszlo: I see potential in you.
Ashley Mastrangelo: For what?
Mike Laszlo: Professional wrestling.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You mean where two or more beefy guys get all sweaty over each other.
Mike Laszlo: Whoa, that’s not what happens. Two guys go in that ring and bust their asses to put on a show for the thousands in attendance, as well as the millions who watch at home. By the way little missy, it’s not just guys, there’s girls too.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Okay. What makes me have potential?
A smirk crossed my face.
Mike Laszlo: Well…for one, there’s your attitude. You have charisma and a certain “IT” factor to you. Not to mention you have a great look.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Thanks, I think.
Mike Laszlo: Follow me.
I took off the sparring gloves and tossed them down on the ground for the next person to use. As instructed, she followed me as I headed to the middle of the gym and started up the steps into the ring. She paused at the bottom.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What are we doing?
Mike Laszlo: Giving you a purpose other than to stand around looking pretty. Come on.
She seemed to accept my answer as she headed up the steps and gingerly made her way through the ropes into the ring.
Mike Laszlo: Now as I said. Athletes step through these ropes every night for the pure and simple task of entertaining the masses. Stand in the middle of the ring and close your eyes.
Ashley Mastrangelo: This sounds stupid.
Mike Laszlo: Just do it.
She does as instructed and heads for the center. Closing her eyes she flares out her arms.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Okay, now what?
Mike Laszlo: Use your imagination. Think about twenty thousand people chanting your name. Cheering you on. Believing in you.
At first she resisted, but then I could see a smile appear on her face, her eyes remaining closed.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, that’s it. Can you feel the electricity jolting through your body? Can you feel that self-entitlement?
Ashley Mastrangelo: It feels good.
Mike Laszlo: Damn right it does.
She was oblivious as I walked toward her. Reaching out I shove her on her backside enlisting a harsh reaction.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What the hell was that for?
Mike Laszlo: Lesson one, never leave yourself vulnerable to attack.
With a bit of a huff, she got up off the canvas and got closer. I could see in her eyes that I had peaked her curiosity. She wanted to learn and that was no more evident than the next sentence that emanated from her lips.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Alright, I’m in.
Mike Laszlo: Well then, as long as you stay on the path…Step One…is complete.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Step one?
Mike Laszlo: I have now given you a purpose. I have given you a reason to wake up every day…a reason…to live a better life. You see, the only way you’re going to learn to stay straight and narrow is if I give you something that is actually yours.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I have things.
Mike Laszlo: Yes, yes you do. Let me ask you though, how many of those things were just handed to you?
I set her into a mode of thinking that I believe she has never experienced...self-evaluation.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Most of it.
Mike Laszlo: Okay, now let me ask, how much of it did you actually earn? How much of it was given to you out of accomplishment and not just because of who you were?
She was getting a tad depressed, but this has to be done. I have to break her so that she can comeback stronger than ever.
Ashley Mastrangelo: None of it.
Mike Laszlo: (Lifting her head up by the chin.) It’s okay. That’s why you didn’t mind doing bad things Ashley. You had no fear of things being taken from you. You had nothing that you truly valued. That however, changed today. It changed with that look in your beautiful blue eyes. You now have purpose and a sense of being. Those two things are worth fighting for. Those two things are worth hanging onto. And now…they’re yours.
The scene fades as I begin to show her some of the basics of professional wrestling, and thus, her training begins.
====================
So what exactly are the accomplishments that I mentioned?
Do you consider cheap shots accomplishments?
I don’t.
To me, cheap shots are just another way of admitting that you’re not as good as someone. It’s another way of giving up. It’s another way of SUBMISSION!
Something that you are good at, and should know plenty about.
See to me, that’s an accomplishment. I made the big bad “Chi-town Terror” tap out. I made you give in. I made you admit to yourself and the world that I was the better man, not by choice but by FORCE!
That my opponent, is why I will not come out and say I was beat by you, a not so better man, a couple weeks back. Your win is a fluke. Anyone on any given night can pin somebody in this business, but it takes a REAL BETTER MAN to force somebody into submission. To force somebody to no longer believe in themselves, and that is what I have done.
For you see Jack, behind the macho façade, and your roided up muscles, I know the truth. You no longer believe in yourself. That’s why you’ve now tried to turn NCW into TMZ.
The rumors you hear, are just that…RUMORS! None of which are based on fact. Drugs and myself have not and will not ever come in contact with one another as I choose to live my life cleanly.
The supposed “Tucking of my balls…” as you put it, was NCW brass giving me a well-deserved night off. Then again, if memory serves…you weren’t on either show either. So we could continue the rumor mills with something of the sort by saying, maybe Jackhammer was originally scheduled for a match but was too busy with a needle and a banned substance in the locker room and when NCW officials found the behemoth of a man, he was found to be mentally unstable and therefore his match was cancelled.
But I won’t.
I won’t dwell on the fact that you are a hypocritical ass. What I will do after Sunday, is move on. I will move on to bigger and better things. After Sunday I will no longer have to hear or mention the name Jackhammer EVER AGAIN!
And so it will be for everybody else.
Enjoy your time in the spotlight this Sunday Jackhammer, for when all is said and done…the light for you will indeed go out.
