Post by Mike Laszlo on Jul 21, 2012 2:37:17 GMT -6
Clever…yet dumb.
You almost had me Ken, really.
First off, let me start by apologizing for my lack of caring last week.
Don’t think that for one second I overestimated you because nothing could be farther from the case. I just didn’t care. I didn’t want to waste my breath talking about or to you because you are the “Godly” one, so truth be told, anything I said would have probably been ignored and refuted with some ignorant speech.
This week though…I care. This week live on Pay Per View, Picture Perfect. “Godly” Ken Davison and his “Hands of God” go one on one with Mike Laszlo and the Malicious Intent and the X Championship on the line. That’s why I care Ken.
The lights are on bright and I’m going to do what it seems like I do every single Pay Per View…perform like no other man can perform, and win.
Before I talk anymore about Picture Perfect and the X Championship match, I want to go back to last week.
You see Ken, although you won last week…I still don’t care. Anyone can beat anyone on any given night. I do however have a problem with what you said last week. Seeing as how I didn’t care enough to respond then…I’ll respond now.
You mentioned my wife. You mentioned someone very dear to me in every sense of the word. You offered a chance to see up close and personal the “damage” that you were going to do to me. You told her not to wait for the wake up kiss in the morning. There’s a problem with all of that. Just one small detail that you of all people should know from our time together in past federations…she’s dead.
So what were you thinking Ken?
You think you were going to dig up her body and lay it in a seat nice and presentable like?
You think you were talking to the other side?
You’re “God-esque” gimmick might be going to your head just a tad too much.
Now that that’s been said and I got that out of the way, let’s move to what happened in the match…shall we?
You won. Fair and square and in the center of that squared-circle, you beat me. Congratulations.
Seriously?
You’re not the first to beat me and you won’t be the last. Problem for you Ken is that you beat me when it meant nothing. There was no title on the line, and the fact that I didn’t care means that there was no pride on the line either. I take no pleasure out of a victory over you and only a simple dissatisfaction in losing.
Greats like myself…we don’t let losses get to us. We learn from the mistake and move on. We do not dwell on the past, yet we never forget it.
All those years ago Ken. I threw you off a roof. I slammed your face into the concrete lip of the building rather than my knee and let you fall to your demise. I beat you time after time after time so you getting the upper hand this once, last week, means nothing. The only thing that the win last week gives you is self confidence and a little bit of an ego boost.
This Sunday…I pop the inflated bubble that is your ego.
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Title: My Life With Sara (The End)
Date: March 12, 2008
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 2:45 PM Eastern Standard Time
We had just visited my cousin in the “Amish Country” of Ohio, Middlefield. It was a friendly visit with the occasional finding out of events in the lives of others and all in all just a casual meeting. Sara and I had been married now for about two years and a few months, and even had a baby girl together named Britney. We met at my cousins as we each had our own thing to do, so together we left, her moving ahead of me on the road. Then “IT“ happened. ”IT” being the moment that would change my life for ever. Out of the woods ran a few deer. The road was slick from a rain that had fallen earlier in the day. Sara swerved to avoid the prancing animal, only to hit a slick patch of leaves that had blown into the road during the storm, causing her car to be sent into a tail spin that eventually sent her slamming hard into one of the trees lining the road.
Thankfully, being a Sunday afternoon, there were no other cars on the road or things could have been worse, not that in the end they could have gotten much worse.
Being behind her a good two car lengths as I was traveling at a leisurely pace, I slammed the brakes and rushed to the mangled piece of metal that was her car. The harsh smell of gasoline filled my nostrils and sent me into a hasty recovery mode. I pulled open the back door and grabbed Britney who was crying like I had never heard before from her car seat, now lodged between the two front seats. I set her in the backseat of my car as I rushed back and slowly pulled Sara from the car. She was in pretty bad shape, and although I knew I probably shouldn’t have moved her, I had to. I carried her to the other side of the road and laid her on the ground, resting her head on my knees as I knelt down.
She started coughing and spitting out some blood, signaling to me internal injury. She also had a gash on her forehead from the collision, and just overall wasn’t looking too good. Scrambling to find my phone, I held it up and voice dialed.
Mike Laszlo: NINE-ONE-ONE!
The phone rang once before a dispatcher answered the phone.
Dispatcher: Nine-one-one emergency, how can I help you?
Mike Laszlo: There’s been a car accident on route eighty-seven. My wife slammed her brakes, hit a slick patch and collided with a tree.
Dispatcher: Is anyone hurt?
Mike Laszlo: SHE HIT A *** damn TREE!
Dispatcher: Okay sir, remain calm. Police and paramedic units are in route.
Mike Laszlo: Whatever, tell them to hurry.
I didn’t even bother hanging up the phone. I dropped it on the ground next to me and waited for the authorities and paramedics to arrive. I looked down at my wife who was conscious and looking back up at me with her still and always beautiful brown eyes.
Sara Laszlo: Mike, I…
Mike Laszlo: Shhhhh. Don’t waste a breath. Tell me whatever it is when we get through this.
Sara Laszlo: I don’t think…
Tears were starting to flow down my cheeks. I begged and pleaded and begged some more for her to stop talking as if this were it. Finally, I think to put me at ease a bit, she agreed and simply shook her head with whatever makeshift smile she could get to appear over her face.
A few minutes later, I heard what sounded like a spark. I turned and saw what I had heard and soon after I saw the puddle of gas begin to ignite. Quickly, with no regard for my own body, I covered Sara as her car exploded. Pieces and parts went everywhere, a few smaller parts hitting their mark on my body causing me to wince in pain, but it was worth it if it meant preserving my wife.
The pain was intense, as was the heat from the now roaring fire behind me. Britney was safe in the car, and after what seemed like an eternity, I could hear the sirens in the distance. As they got closer, they got louder until finally they arrived on scene.
First was a fire truck complete with crew who immediately started putting out the blaze that threatened the wooded area, not to mention our lives.
Then followed two police cars who blocked off the area, and an ambulance which pulled up on scene with two paramedics jumping out and immediately working on Sara. They instructed me to get out of the way but I couldn’t. That was my wife damn it.
Eventually they got me away from her with force, and I could see the paramedic radioing for helicopter extraction. In mere minutes the helicopter was on scene and they began the process of getting her inside. Once loaded, the helicopter took off and headed for the nearest hospital. The paramedics headed back toward their truck in a rush. I was frantic and didn’t know what was going on.
Mike Laszlo: Where are you taking her?
Paramedic: Hillcrest Hospital.
Before the paramedic could say anything else, I ran back to my car and grabbed Britney, strapping her securely into the car seat in my car. I hustled to the front of the car and got in. Peeling out in frustration and anxiety, I sped down the road. Trust me, if a deer crossed at that moment it would have become a hood ornament. I was traveling quickly and got to the hospital in about fifteen minutes, normally a twenty-five minute trip from where the accident had occurred but I had no care for the law, or really anything but my wife’s well-being at the time. Grabbing Britney from her car seat I ran into the hospital and right to the reception desk.
Mike Laszlo: I’m looking for Sara Laszlo. She was flown in by helicopter.
The nurse went down the list and nodded.
Nurse: Here she is right here. Says she was take to the OR. She’s currently being assessed and most likely will require surgery as long as there is something that can be done.
Mike Laszlo: You mean something WILL be done?
Nurse: Of course. You can have a seat in the waiting room.
Mike Laszlo: I don’t have the patience to sit in a damn waiting room.
Nurse: Sir, that’s all you can do right now.
Mike Laszlo: *** damn IT!
As I expressed my anger I kicked the bottom of her desk, causing everyone to look in my direction which got them an ear full.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell are you people looking at? There’s no damn show here. MIND YOUR BUSINESS!
This little outburst got abrupt turns away as the people could tell I was nowhere near in the mood to deal with their ignorance.
Angrily, I stammered over to a chair and had a seat. I looked down at Britney who seemed fine, and while rocking her back and forth I couldn’t help but think what would happen had Sara no longer been around. A few moments later I saw a man in teal scrubs walk out of the Operating Room. He pulled down his mask and looked around the room.
Doctor: Mr. Laszlo!
I sprung out of my seat causing him to walk in my direction.
Mike Laszlo: What is it? What happened.
Doctor: You might want to sit back down.
Those are never good words to hear, especially in a situation like this. I refused and he continued.
Doctor: Okay, fine. Your wife slammed hard into the steering wheel of the car. It broke a few ribs on each side but also shifted them sideways. The broken bones punctured a lung, and another did the same. The bleeding is intense and can’t be stopped.
Mike Laszlo: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT CAN’T BE STOPPED!?
Doctor: It’s just too much. She’s hemorrhaging and we can’t stop the bleeding.
The reality of the situation hit me like a sledge hammer to the face. This was it. Her life was ending and there wasn’t a damn thing I can do about it. The look on my face was nothing but a blank stare at the ground. The doctor put his hand on my shoulder.
Doctor: I’m truly sorry. There’s absolutely nothing I haven’t tried. I wish there was but there’s not.
Slowly I lifted my head from it’s blank stare at the ground toward the doctor. I could only manage two words from my lips that were audible enough for him to provide an answer.
Mike Laszlo: How long?
Doctor: Well we slowed the bleeding, but at best, a couple hours.
Those words pierced my heart like flying daggers. I was powerless, not a usual setting for me to be in.
Mike Laszlo: Worst case?
Doctor: An hour.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I held our beautiful girl close. I wanted to remain strong. The tears fell down my face but I didn’t make a sound. I watched as they wheeled my sleeping wife out of the OR toward a room. I followed and sat in the chair next to her bed thanking everyone who had tried their hardest to help her. I watched her as she slept from the anesthetic that was used and hoped that she would come back to me.
Mike Laszlo: Come on baby. You can do it. Come on back. FIGHT IT!
I watched and for a few moments there was nothing but slight breaths being taken. I shifted Britney to one arm and grabbed hold of Sara’s hand with the other. After a few minutes I slumped my head down thinking the worst. Then after a few more moments, there was hope. She squeezed my hand causing my head to snap up.
Her eyes were open and there was a slight smile on her face. You could tell she was still a little drowsy, but definitely coherent. I knew what the doctor had told me, but I wasn’t about to put her through the horror in her final hours, though I’m sure that deep down…she knew.
Mike Laszlo: Hey there. You look good for someone who fought a tree.
She didn’t laugh but still shot me a smirk, the best she could do I’m sure.
Sara Laszlo: What did the doctor say?
Mike Laszlo: You broke some ribs, but you’ll be fine.
I don’t know if my body language gave it away or not, but she knew I wasn’t being truthful.
Sara Laszlo: Liar.
Mike Laszlo: No, really.
Sara Laszlo: It’s okay. You don’t have to lie to me.
Mike Laszlo: No…I don’t. I have to lie…to myself.
Sara Laszlo: I love you. I love you and that little girl in your arms more than anything in the world. I’ll always be there with you.
I couldn’t help it. This was the “I Love You Forever…Goodbye” speech. I’ve heard it before and it never gets easier.
Mike Laszlo: I know. That doesn’t make it any easier to accept.
Sara Laszlo: I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t be stronger and fight this.
Leaning down next to her, I begged her not to blame herself.
Mike Laszlo: No, no, no. This isn’t your fault babe. There’s nothing that can be done.
With what little strength she had left, she pulled my hand upward and kissed it as the tears continued to flow down my eyes.
Sara Laszlo: I love you two so much.
Her words were getting softer. It was almost the end.
Mike Laszlo: I love you too.
Standing up I kissed her on the forehead and leaned forward so she could kiss her daughter one last time. Still holding my hand, she drifted off with a smile on her face. I felt the pressure on my hand released and after that, there was only one sound…
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!
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So this Sunday Ken, I hope that you’re not thinking last week is any sort of preview. I’m hoping that you realize that you will be in for the fight of your life. Then, what I hope you realize more than all of that…is that you’ll lose.
Ask anybody on this roster and they’ll all tell you the same thing. The same thing that you already know. When the lights shine brightest, Mike Laszlo does what he does better than anyone, anywhere, and that’s put on a show, compete, and win.
Last week was nothing. This week, everything I’ve worked for in this company is on the line and you can bet your last dollar that I will fight and defend every single bit of it.
So in the end oh “Godly” one, when you step through those “Ken damn” ropes into that “Ken damn” ring and you stand across from me, I want you to know now that there is no stopping what I have foretold. You will face me and you will lose.
So it has been spoken, so it shall now come to pass.
This Sunday, I take you down from the pedestal on which you stand, and you hit rock bottom where you belong with the rest of the bottom feeders who wish they could one day be one man…Mike Laszlo!
You almost had me Ken, really.
First off, let me start by apologizing for my lack of caring last week.
Don’t think that for one second I overestimated you because nothing could be farther from the case. I just didn’t care. I didn’t want to waste my breath talking about or to you because you are the “Godly” one, so truth be told, anything I said would have probably been ignored and refuted with some ignorant speech.
This week though…I care. This week live on Pay Per View, Picture Perfect. “Godly” Ken Davison and his “Hands of God” go one on one with Mike Laszlo and the Malicious Intent and the X Championship on the line. That’s why I care Ken.
The lights are on bright and I’m going to do what it seems like I do every single Pay Per View…perform like no other man can perform, and win.
Before I talk anymore about Picture Perfect and the X Championship match, I want to go back to last week.
You see Ken, although you won last week…I still don’t care. Anyone can beat anyone on any given night. I do however have a problem with what you said last week. Seeing as how I didn’t care enough to respond then…I’ll respond now.
You mentioned my wife. You mentioned someone very dear to me in every sense of the word. You offered a chance to see up close and personal the “damage” that you were going to do to me. You told her not to wait for the wake up kiss in the morning. There’s a problem with all of that. Just one small detail that you of all people should know from our time together in past federations…she’s dead.
So what were you thinking Ken?
You think you were going to dig up her body and lay it in a seat nice and presentable like?
You think you were talking to the other side?
You’re “God-esque” gimmick might be going to your head just a tad too much.
Now that that’s been said and I got that out of the way, let’s move to what happened in the match…shall we?
You won. Fair and square and in the center of that squared-circle, you beat me. Congratulations.
Seriously?
You’re not the first to beat me and you won’t be the last. Problem for you Ken is that you beat me when it meant nothing. There was no title on the line, and the fact that I didn’t care means that there was no pride on the line either. I take no pleasure out of a victory over you and only a simple dissatisfaction in losing.
Greats like myself…we don’t let losses get to us. We learn from the mistake and move on. We do not dwell on the past, yet we never forget it.
All those years ago Ken. I threw you off a roof. I slammed your face into the concrete lip of the building rather than my knee and let you fall to your demise. I beat you time after time after time so you getting the upper hand this once, last week, means nothing. The only thing that the win last week gives you is self confidence and a little bit of an ego boost.
This Sunday…I pop the inflated bubble that is your ego.
====================
Title: My Life With Sara (The End)
Date: March 12, 2008
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 2:45 PM Eastern Standard Time
We had just visited my cousin in the “Amish Country” of Ohio, Middlefield. It was a friendly visit with the occasional finding out of events in the lives of others and all in all just a casual meeting. Sara and I had been married now for about two years and a few months, and even had a baby girl together named Britney. We met at my cousins as we each had our own thing to do, so together we left, her moving ahead of me on the road. Then “IT“ happened. ”IT” being the moment that would change my life for ever. Out of the woods ran a few deer. The road was slick from a rain that had fallen earlier in the day. Sara swerved to avoid the prancing animal, only to hit a slick patch of leaves that had blown into the road during the storm, causing her car to be sent into a tail spin that eventually sent her slamming hard into one of the trees lining the road.
Thankfully, being a Sunday afternoon, there were no other cars on the road or things could have been worse, not that in the end they could have gotten much worse.
Being behind her a good two car lengths as I was traveling at a leisurely pace, I slammed the brakes and rushed to the mangled piece of metal that was her car. The harsh smell of gasoline filled my nostrils and sent me into a hasty recovery mode. I pulled open the back door and grabbed Britney who was crying like I had never heard before from her car seat, now lodged between the two front seats. I set her in the backseat of my car as I rushed back and slowly pulled Sara from the car. She was in pretty bad shape, and although I knew I probably shouldn’t have moved her, I had to. I carried her to the other side of the road and laid her on the ground, resting her head on my knees as I knelt down.
She started coughing and spitting out some blood, signaling to me internal injury. She also had a gash on her forehead from the collision, and just overall wasn’t looking too good. Scrambling to find my phone, I held it up and voice dialed.
Mike Laszlo: NINE-ONE-ONE!
The phone rang once before a dispatcher answered the phone.
Dispatcher: Nine-one-one emergency, how can I help you?
Mike Laszlo: There’s been a car accident on route eighty-seven. My wife slammed her brakes, hit a slick patch and collided with a tree.
Dispatcher: Is anyone hurt?
Mike Laszlo: SHE HIT A *** damn TREE!
Dispatcher: Okay sir, remain calm. Police and paramedic units are in route.
Mike Laszlo: Whatever, tell them to hurry.
I didn’t even bother hanging up the phone. I dropped it on the ground next to me and waited for the authorities and paramedics to arrive. I looked down at my wife who was conscious and looking back up at me with her still and always beautiful brown eyes.
Sara Laszlo: Mike, I…
Mike Laszlo: Shhhhh. Don’t waste a breath. Tell me whatever it is when we get through this.
Sara Laszlo: I don’t think…
Tears were starting to flow down my cheeks. I begged and pleaded and begged some more for her to stop talking as if this were it. Finally, I think to put me at ease a bit, she agreed and simply shook her head with whatever makeshift smile she could get to appear over her face.
A few minutes later, I heard what sounded like a spark. I turned and saw what I had heard and soon after I saw the puddle of gas begin to ignite. Quickly, with no regard for my own body, I covered Sara as her car exploded. Pieces and parts went everywhere, a few smaller parts hitting their mark on my body causing me to wince in pain, but it was worth it if it meant preserving my wife.
The pain was intense, as was the heat from the now roaring fire behind me. Britney was safe in the car, and after what seemed like an eternity, I could hear the sirens in the distance. As they got closer, they got louder until finally they arrived on scene.
First was a fire truck complete with crew who immediately started putting out the blaze that threatened the wooded area, not to mention our lives.
Then followed two police cars who blocked off the area, and an ambulance which pulled up on scene with two paramedics jumping out and immediately working on Sara. They instructed me to get out of the way but I couldn’t. That was my wife damn it.
Eventually they got me away from her with force, and I could see the paramedic radioing for helicopter extraction. In mere minutes the helicopter was on scene and they began the process of getting her inside. Once loaded, the helicopter took off and headed for the nearest hospital. The paramedics headed back toward their truck in a rush. I was frantic and didn’t know what was going on.
Mike Laszlo: Where are you taking her?
Paramedic: Hillcrest Hospital.
Before the paramedic could say anything else, I ran back to my car and grabbed Britney, strapping her securely into the car seat in my car. I hustled to the front of the car and got in. Peeling out in frustration and anxiety, I sped down the road. Trust me, if a deer crossed at that moment it would have become a hood ornament. I was traveling quickly and got to the hospital in about fifteen minutes, normally a twenty-five minute trip from where the accident had occurred but I had no care for the law, or really anything but my wife’s well-being at the time. Grabbing Britney from her car seat I ran into the hospital and right to the reception desk.
Mike Laszlo: I’m looking for Sara Laszlo. She was flown in by helicopter.
The nurse went down the list and nodded.
Nurse: Here she is right here. Says she was take to the OR. She’s currently being assessed and most likely will require surgery as long as there is something that can be done.
Mike Laszlo: You mean something WILL be done?
Nurse: Of course. You can have a seat in the waiting room.
Mike Laszlo: I don’t have the patience to sit in a damn waiting room.
Nurse: Sir, that’s all you can do right now.
Mike Laszlo: *** damn IT!
As I expressed my anger I kicked the bottom of her desk, causing everyone to look in my direction which got them an ear full.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell are you people looking at? There’s no damn show here. MIND YOUR BUSINESS!
This little outburst got abrupt turns away as the people could tell I was nowhere near in the mood to deal with their ignorance.
Angrily, I stammered over to a chair and had a seat. I looked down at Britney who seemed fine, and while rocking her back and forth I couldn’t help but think what would happen had Sara no longer been around. A few moments later I saw a man in teal scrubs walk out of the Operating Room. He pulled down his mask and looked around the room.
Doctor: Mr. Laszlo!
I sprung out of my seat causing him to walk in my direction.
Mike Laszlo: What is it? What happened.
Doctor: You might want to sit back down.
Those are never good words to hear, especially in a situation like this. I refused and he continued.
Doctor: Okay, fine. Your wife slammed hard into the steering wheel of the car. It broke a few ribs on each side but also shifted them sideways. The broken bones punctured a lung, and another did the same. The bleeding is intense and can’t be stopped.
Mike Laszlo: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT CAN’T BE STOPPED!?
Doctor: It’s just too much. She’s hemorrhaging and we can’t stop the bleeding.
The reality of the situation hit me like a sledge hammer to the face. This was it. Her life was ending and there wasn’t a damn thing I can do about it. The look on my face was nothing but a blank stare at the ground. The doctor put his hand on my shoulder.
Doctor: I’m truly sorry. There’s absolutely nothing I haven’t tried. I wish there was but there’s not.
Slowly I lifted my head from it’s blank stare at the ground toward the doctor. I could only manage two words from my lips that were audible enough for him to provide an answer.
Mike Laszlo: How long?
Doctor: Well we slowed the bleeding, but at best, a couple hours.
Those words pierced my heart like flying daggers. I was powerless, not a usual setting for me to be in.
Mike Laszlo: Worst case?
Doctor: An hour.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I held our beautiful girl close. I wanted to remain strong. The tears fell down my face but I didn’t make a sound. I watched as they wheeled my sleeping wife out of the OR toward a room. I followed and sat in the chair next to her bed thanking everyone who had tried their hardest to help her. I watched her as she slept from the anesthetic that was used and hoped that she would come back to me.
Mike Laszlo: Come on baby. You can do it. Come on back. FIGHT IT!
I watched and for a few moments there was nothing but slight breaths being taken. I shifted Britney to one arm and grabbed hold of Sara’s hand with the other. After a few minutes I slumped my head down thinking the worst. Then after a few more moments, there was hope. She squeezed my hand causing my head to snap up.
Her eyes were open and there was a slight smile on her face. You could tell she was still a little drowsy, but definitely coherent. I knew what the doctor had told me, but I wasn’t about to put her through the horror in her final hours, though I’m sure that deep down…she knew.
Mike Laszlo: Hey there. You look good for someone who fought a tree.
She didn’t laugh but still shot me a smirk, the best she could do I’m sure.
Sara Laszlo: What did the doctor say?
Mike Laszlo: You broke some ribs, but you’ll be fine.
I don’t know if my body language gave it away or not, but she knew I wasn’t being truthful.
Sara Laszlo: Liar.
Mike Laszlo: No, really.
Sara Laszlo: It’s okay. You don’t have to lie to me.
Mike Laszlo: No…I don’t. I have to lie…to myself.
Sara Laszlo: I love you. I love you and that little girl in your arms more than anything in the world. I’ll always be there with you.
I couldn’t help it. This was the “I Love You Forever…Goodbye” speech. I’ve heard it before and it never gets easier.
Mike Laszlo: I know. That doesn’t make it any easier to accept.
Sara Laszlo: I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t be stronger and fight this.
Leaning down next to her, I begged her not to blame herself.
Mike Laszlo: No, no, no. This isn’t your fault babe. There’s nothing that can be done.
With what little strength she had left, she pulled my hand upward and kissed it as the tears continued to flow down my eyes.
Sara Laszlo: I love you two so much.
Her words were getting softer. It was almost the end.
Mike Laszlo: I love you too.
Standing up I kissed her on the forehead and leaned forward so she could kiss her daughter one last time. Still holding my hand, she drifted off with a smile on her face. I felt the pressure on my hand released and after that, there was only one sound…
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!
====================
So this Sunday Ken, I hope that you’re not thinking last week is any sort of preview. I’m hoping that you realize that you will be in for the fight of your life. Then, what I hope you realize more than all of that…is that you’ll lose.
Ask anybody on this roster and they’ll all tell you the same thing. The same thing that you already know. When the lights shine brightest, Mike Laszlo does what he does better than anyone, anywhere, and that’s put on a show, compete, and win.
Last week was nothing. This week, everything I’ve worked for in this company is on the line and you can bet your last dollar that I will fight and defend every single bit of it.
So in the end oh “Godly” one, when you step through those “Ken damn” ropes into that “Ken damn” ring and you stand across from me, I want you to know now that there is no stopping what I have foretold. You will face me and you will lose.
So it has been spoken, so it shall now come to pass.
This Sunday, I take you down from the pedestal on which you stand, and you hit rock bottom where you belong with the rest of the bottom feeders who wish they could one day be one man…Mike Laszlo!
