Post by Mike Laszlo on Aug 18, 2012 19:02:25 GMT -6
So we’ve finally come full circle haven’t we Ken? It was this match that put you on the map in the last company, even though you lost, and it could be the match that puts you on the map here in NCW…even though you’ll lose again.
Last time there was a World Title on the line and I defended it at any cost necessary. This time…it’s your title on the line. Though not as prestigious, it’s still a title nonetheless and I want it. What I want…I usually get, at any cost deemed necessary. If I have to kill you in this match Ken, and pry that X Title from your cold dead fingers…then so be it.
We’re about to go where no man in this company has ever gone before as far as brutality and viciousness. The NCW world has no clue what this match has in store for them. The brutality is beyond belief for a fight in a pawn shop. The only regret I’ll have in the end is that the crowd in the arena won’t be able to see what I do to you live and in person.
The last time we did this, you almost died. I almost died. I threw you face down into the ledge of a building, sending you plummeting down onto a parked car, then proceeded to throw myself off the building, landing on top of you for the win. Though the federation itself didn’t recognize it as match of the year worthy, magazines all over the wrestling world did indeed do so. There was blood, sweat, and tears…all over the place, and that is what we have in store again.
At the last Pay Per View entitled “Picture Perfect” you did what you wanted to do all this time…you got your revenge. You came to this company, you took my belt, and now you parade around with that title around your waist.
You took a long time to exact your revenge Ken. Four years to be exact. That’s your mistake Ken. They say that revenge is a dish best served cold…THEY WERE WRONG! To get the best revenge, that wrong doing needs to be fresh in your mind. You taking my title is definitely fresh in my mind. My revenge will come short and sweet, and all I’m doing is deflating your ego.
I know you Ken. You have an ego on you the size of Jupiter. This is my match. I created it, I’m the best in it…as a matter of fact, I’m undefeated in it. You think that you can beat me in my creation? I hate to inform you sir that you are sadly mistaken, and I can’t wait to take you down a peg or two.
Then, once more, I’ll join elite company here in NCW. I’ll join the likes of Xander Famularo and Gjenrei as only the third man to become a TWO time X Champion.
So while you’re sitting there in your airport yelling at a security guard, or on the phone, or making accusations like you have that I need “help” beating you, know that this Sunday, live on Pay Per View, I’m coming to take back what is rightfully mine, and believe me when I tell you…I need nobody’s help to defeat the likes of you. I’ve done it before, and I WILL do it again!
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Title: Something New (Should I?)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 2:25 PM Eastern Standard Time
I didn’t have time to think about the current situation between myself and the young Miss Caffrey. I have a huge match this coming Sunday on Pay Per View nonetheless, and like always, I need to deliver. Ken Davison has defeated me twice now but in the record books it says I got him last week. This Sunday it’s time to continue the momentum.
There’s a slight issue though. I can’t get this beautiful young lady out of my head. She’s good at her job. After doing a bit of research I found out that she graduated top of her class is media relations, and she has all the looks to be a legitimate Starlet if she wanted to be here in NCW.
NO!
FOCUS!
This Sunday, Ken Davison, X Title, A New Dawn.
A reincarnation of an old era becomes new. The second reign of Mike Laszlo as X Champion. Then, I can move on. I remember what one Lex Sense had to say so many weeks ago. He was right. I needed to lose to become better. I had become complacent with my position, and thought that I could get no better. I was wrong. So this Sunday, I regain what was lost, and I move on to things that are bigger and better.
Alright, fine, I can’t help it. She’s gorgeous and I would love to have her in my corner both financially and physically. She could seemingly get me anything that I myself could not get, which isn’t much, but still. She can smooth out my situation in Vegas after the death of my father, and just overall present me in a better light both in business and in fun, A.K.A. Professional Wrestling.
There’s something however that is a little off. Something that…I don’t understand.
How did she get my contact information? She had emailed me before, but I had left the business and wrestling world for a year plus and both my email and phone numbers have changed. Maybe I should talk to her and find out what’s going on and exactly how she managed to track me down because let’s face it…that is a tad bit stalker-esque.
Stop thinking about the cute girl. This is a big deal what’s going on in NCW. There’s the X Title match but then there’s this developing angle to follow up with Charlie Velez. That too is another strange situation.
There’s no telling that the man has an eye for talent. He picked both myself and Roberto Verona to join his group and together, we have the ability to take NCW by storm. We have the combined skill to raise this company to heights previously unseen and then some. We can take it beyond Xander Famularo, beyond Spike Kane, Ricky Johnson, Adam Knite, all of it. BUT, is Velez trustworthy? I’m not stupid. I know a good business man when I see one and to be a good business man, you know when to cut the fat, and you know how to step on toes. That’s why I’m as successful as I am today. So with all this going on…I don’t have time to worry about some girl.
The battle above raged on for a bit in my head as it seemed as if I had two personalities. Half of my brain was focused on my ongoing situation in NCW, the other half on my situation with Miss Caffrey. After a bit more back and forth, the latter won. I had to know how she got my information. I mean come on, if my information is just out there for anyone, and my identity is stolen, that’s a big deal right? So picking up the phone I dial the number on the business card that Alexis handed me and waited for a response.
Alexis Caffrey: Hello?
Mike Laszlo: Hey, it’s Mike Lasz…
Alexis Caffrey: DID YOU DECIDE?!?
I won’t lie to you, my viewing audience…her loud interruption startled me a bit and kinda set me back.
Mike Laszlo: I’m close to a decision. There’s something that’s bothering me though.
Alexis Caffrey: Oh? What’s that?
Mike Laszlo: I know I already asked this, but how did you get my contact information again? I know you had it before, but it’s changed since I last owned the Montecito.
Alexis Caffrey: Ummm…
Mike Laszlo: A decision could hinge on what you say this very instant.
Alexis Caffrey: But, umm, I was told not to divulge such information. Paid not to divulge it.
Mike Laszlo: Well, that makes my decision easy. Goodb…
Alexis Caffrey: NO WAIT! I’ll tell you. Can we meet?
The desperation in her voice made me believe she was ready to come one hundred percent clean. So, mercifully, I invited her to my home for a face-to-face meeting.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, I’m home all day. Come on over.
Alexis Caffrey: To your house?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. Why not? It’s as good a place as any.
Alexis Caffrey: What time?
Mike Laszlo: Within the next hour?
Alexis Caffrey: Okay.
After telling her my address, I hang up the phone and lean back in my leather recliner.
Mike Laszlo: Like a moth to a flame.
I couldn’t help but drape a smile over my face for a few seconds admiring the handy work I had just manipulated. With a little moment of intermission, I had time to do a light workout routine to prep for my match Sunday.
Springing out of my chair I head around the corner into the kitchen and open a door that leads down to the basement. Downstairs I have a long hang from the ceiling punching bag, a rebound bag, a weight bench with weights, and an exercise bike. I headed over to the hanging bag and put on the pair of striker’s gloves on the floor beneath it. Slowly I started with the gingerly back and forth stepping, soon turning into light weight jumping as I maneuvered around the bag taking shots at it from all angles, anything from chops to punches, to kicks, to knees. Anyway you can strike a bag, I did it. It wasn’t long before I started to work up a sweat, but continued on, whaling on the bag with left and right hands, before a spinning back chop, before finishing the sequence with a roundhouse kick. I continued a little longer before I heard the doorbell.
Quickly I undid the gloves, dropping them on the floor near the bag. As I sprinted to the steps, I grabbed a towel from the hook by the doorway and wiped the perspiration from my face as I headed up the stairs. Again the doorbell rang and I must say, the girl is persistent.
I headed toward the front of the house and opened the front door to see Alexis, this time, more casually dressed in a pair of jeans, tank top, and flip flops. Her hair was tied up and she seemed like she was ready to pour her heart I to me in hopes of getting the job. I let her in, moving to the side and extending my arm forward to the living room. She steps in with a smile on her face that could light up the room, and heads in toward the living room, waiting for a signal to sit down as she stood in front of the leather couch.
Mike Laszlo: Have a seat.
Alexis Caffrey: Thanks.
She has a seat as instructed, and I follow suit having a seat in the chair adjacent to the couch. Leaning forward in my seat, I cut to the chase.
Mike Laszlo: So I like what you have to offer. However, as I said to you on the phone, it troubles me as to how you got my contact information, and seemingly so easily.
She seemed unnerved by the question, but for me to hire her, there could be no secrets. Deceit leads to conspiracy, which eventually leads to mutiny, and all of the aforementioned could not be tolerated.
Alexis Caffrey: Wellllll. It actually was kind of easy. I got a phone call from a guy. He asked a few questions, and somehow he knew that I had tried once before to become your public relations representative. He asked if I was still interested in being so and of course I am. So I said yes and he gave me your email address.
Mike Laszlo: A guy? What was his name?
Alexis Caffrey: Ummm, Chuck? Marley? Chase?
Mike Laszlo: Charlie?
Alexis Caffrey: YES! That’s it! Charlie…Charlie Velez.
Mike Laszlo: So he’s had this planned for a while. Perhaps you’re just another lure, like the attack on Davison.
Alexis Caffrey: Huh?
Mike Laszlo: Nothing. Your interest is legitimate?
Alexis Caffrey: Yes. Oh, yes. I’ve been interested since our first contact, and was only re-interested when I had heard that you purchased the Montecito. The difference this time is that now you have an opening on the wrestling end that I would love to occupy as well.
She really did seem interested and sincere about being interested. I don’t think she knows that she’s a possible pawn in the plans of Charlie Velez, and she was just taking advantage of the opportunity presented to her. That said, it was time to make a decision.
Mike Laszlo: Well, thanks to the honesty, I think you’ve got yourself a great opportunity here.
Alexis Caffrey: Wait, what?
Mike Laszlo: You’re hired.
Alexis Caffrey: For real?
Mike Laszlo: Yes.
Alexis Caffrey: YES! THANK YOU SO MUCH!
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. Then I had to set down the task I want her to take on.
Mike Laszlo: So now, with that in mind, here’s what I want you to do. Take a week and get caught up on what’s going on with the Montecito, and get back to me.
Alexis Caffrey: Alright. What about the other part?
Mike Laszlo: We’ll take our time on that. This week is kind of the end of an angle possibly and then we can start a new saga. Can’t do too many things at once, it draws the attention of the audience into too many different directions.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay. Training?
Mike Laszlo: Wow, you don’t give up.
Alexis Caffrey: I’m persistent.
Mike Laszlo: We’ll get there. Get to work on the business side first and we’ll move from there.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay, thank you so much!
Mike Laszlo: No problem. Thank you.
The two of us head for the door where I let her out with another thank you. She heads down the driveway as I head back to the couch in the living room. I now had a public relations representative, a valet, and a trainee all in one. Should be interesting.
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You’re right Ken. I switched my entrance theme on purpose. I won’t go as far as changing my name…I don’t have multiple personalities unlike some people. I however wanted a bit of nostalgia. I wanted to go back to a time in the past where I didn’t care for your well being. You see, a couple of weeks ago, I was forced to care because you were my partner.
We won.
Last week, we were enemies with partners and rather than take full advantage of your fallen body after Velez hit you with “Closure” I had a moment of weakness. I thought about morality rather than myself.
So this coming Sunday, I have to go back to that dark place in the back of my mind. I have to go back to the point where I can once again throw you off the roof of a building with absolutely no remorse. I can hurl my body off a building upon your sprawled out carcass…again. Then when all is said and done…I can WIN again.
The so-called “attack” on you was truly un-provoked. As a matter of fact, you were irrelevant. You could have been anybody else on the roster and you would have been hit with “Closure” just for the simple fact that you were standing on the opposite side of the ring from me.
Once again Ken…I made you relevant. If I weren’t in the ring…you wouldn’t matter.
Then, when I regain the X Title…you will matter no longer. For when I am champion you will simply become an after thought.
That is where the two of us truly differ Ken. When you lose and go off into obscurity, you will do nothing about it and simply fade off like the forgotten figure you will become. I lose, and just when you think I will do the same, I make myself relevant again. I am not one to let things go, and just to let it be known, I don’t hold grudges…I finish them.
So after A New Dawn, there will indeed be just that.
A war is coming here in NCW and very soon it will be time for everybody in this company to choose sides. I’ve chosen and for that I am clear minded and know exactly what is needed to accomplish what it is I seek out to accomplish.
Defeating Ken Davison or NV Laroux, whatever the hell you want to call yourself on any given hour is the aforementioned goal. Sunday, at A New Dawn…I succeed again.
Last time there was a World Title on the line and I defended it at any cost necessary. This time…it’s your title on the line. Though not as prestigious, it’s still a title nonetheless and I want it. What I want…I usually get, at any cost deemed necessary. If I have to kill you in this match Ken, and pry that X Title from your cold dead fingers…then so be it.
We’re about to go where no man in this company has ever gone before as far as brutality and viciousness. The NCW world has no clue what this match has in store for them. The brutality is beyond belief for a fight in a pawn shop. The only regret I’ll have in the end is that the crowd in the arena won’t be able to see what I do to you live and in person.
The last time we did this, you almost died. I almost died. I threw you face down into the ledge of a building, sending you plummeting down onto a parked car, then proceeded to throw myself off the building, landing on top of you for the win. Though the federation itself didn’t recognize it as match of the year worthy, magazines all over the wrestling world did indeed do so. There was blood, sweat, and tears…all over the place, and that is what we have in store again.
At the last Pay Per View entitled “Picture Perfect” you did what you wanted to do all this time…you got your revenge. You came to this company, you took my belt, and now you parade around with that title around your waist.
You took a long time to exact your revenge Ken. Four years to be exact. That’s your mistake Ken. They say that revenge is a dish best served cold…THEY WERE WRONG! To get the best revenge, that wrong doing needs to be fresh in your mind. You taking my title is definitely fresh in my mind. My revenge will come short and sweet, and all I’m doing is deflating your ego.
I know you Ken. You have an ego on you the size of Jupiter. This is my match. I created it, I’m the best in it…as a matter of fact, I’m undefeated in it. You think that you can beat me in my creation? I hate to inform you sir that you are sadly mistaken, and I can’t wait to take you down a peg or two.
Then, once more, I’ll join elite company here in NCW. I’ll join the likes of Xander Famularo and Gjenrei as only the third man to become a TWO time X Champion.
So while you’re sitting there in your airport yelling at a security guard, or on the phone, or making accusations like you have that I need “help” beating you, know that this Sunday, live on Pay Per View, I’m coming to take back what is rightfully mine, and believe me when I tell you…I need nobody’s help to defeat the likes of you. I’ve done it before, and I WILL do it again!
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Title: Something New (Should I?)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 2:25 PM Eastern Standard Time
I didn’t have time to think about the current situation between myself and the young Miss Caffrey. I have a huge match this coming Sunday on Pay Per View nonetheless, and like always, I need to deliver. Ken Davison has defeated me twice now but in the record books it says I got him last week. This Sunday it’s time to continue the momentum.
There’s a slight issue though. I can’t get this beautiful young lady out of my head. She’s good at her job. After doing a bit of research I found out that she graduated top of her class is media relations, and she has all the looks to be a legitimate Starlet if she wanted to be here in NCW.
NO!
FOCUS!
This Sunday, Ken Davison, X Title, A New Dawn.
A reincarnation of an old era becomes new. The second reign of Mike Laszlo as X Champion. Then, I can move on. I remember what one Lex Sense had to say so many weeks ago. He was right. I needed to lose to become better. I had become complacent with my position, and thought that I could get no better. I was wrong. So this Sunday, I regain what was lost, and I move on to things that are bigger and better.
Alright, fine, I can’t help it. She’s gorgeous and I would love to have her in my corner both financially and physically. She could seemingly get me anything that I myself could not get, which isn’t much, but still. She can smooth out my situation in Vegas after the death of my father, and just overall present me in a better light both in business and in fun, A.K.A. Professional Wrestling.
There’s something however that is a little off. Something that…I don’t understand.
How did she get my contact information? She had emailed me before, but I had left the business and wrestling world for a year plus and both my email and phone numbers have changed. Maybe I should talk to her and find out what’s going on and exactly how she managed to track me down because let’s face it…that is a tad bit stalker-esque.
Stop thinking about the cute girl. This is a big deal what’s going on in NCW. There’s the X Title match but then there’s this developing angle to follow up with Charlie Velez. That too is another strange situation.
There’s no telling that the man has an eye for talent. He picked both myself and Roberto Verona to join his group and together, we have the ability to take NCW by storm. We have the combined skill to raise this company to heights previously unseen and then some. We can take it beyond Xander Famularo, beyond Spike Kane, Ricky Johnson, Adam Knite, all of it. BUT, is Velez trustworthy? I’m not stupid. I know a good business man when I see one and to be a good business man, you know when to cut the fat, and you know how to step on toes. That’s why I’m as successful as I am today. So with all this going on…I don’t have time to worry about some girl.
The battle above raged on for a bit in my head as it seemed as if I had two personalities. Half of my brain was focused on my ongoing situation in NCW, the other half on my situation with Miss Caffrey. After a bit more back and forth, the latter won. I had to know how she got my information. I mean come on, if my information is just out there for anyone, and my identity is stolen, that’s a big deal right? So picking up the phone I dial the number on the business card that Alexis handed me and waited for a response.
Alexis Caffrey: Hello?
Mike Laszlo: Hey, it’s Mike Lasz…
Alexis Caffrey: DID YOU DECIDE?!?
I won’t lie to you, my viewing audience…her loud interruption startled me a bit and kinda set me back.
Mike Laszlo: I’m close to a decision. There’s something that’s bothering me though.
Alexis Caffrey: Oh? What’s that?
Mike Laszlo: I know I already asked this, but how did you get my contact information again? I know you had it before, but it’s changed since I last owned the Montecito.
Alexis Caffrey: Ummm…
Mike Laszlo: A decision could hinge on what you say this very instant.
Alexis Caffrey: But, umm, I was told not to divulge such information. Paid not to divulge it.
Mike Laszlo: Well, that makes my decision easy. Goodb…
Alexis Caffrey: NO WAIT! I’ll tell you. Can we meet?
The desperation in her voice made me believe she was ready to come one hundred percent clean. So, mercifully, I invited her to my home for a face-to-face meeting.
Mike Laszlo: Yeah, I’m home all day. Come on over.
Alexis Caffrey: To your house?
Mike Laszlo: Yeah. Why not? It’s as good a place as any.
Alexis Caffrey: What time?
Mike Laszlo: Within the next hour?
Alexis Caffrey: Okay.
After telling her my address, I hang up the phone and lean back in my leather recliner.
Mike Laszlo: Like a moth to a flame.
I couldn’t help but drape a smile over my face for a few seconds admiring the handy work I had just manipulated. With a little moment of intermission, I had time to do a light workout routine to prep for my match Sunday.
Springing out of my chair I head around the corner into the kitchen and open a door that leads down to the basement. Downstairs I have a long hang from the ceiling punching bag, a rebound bag, a weight bench with weights, and an exercise bike. I headed over to the hanging bag and put on the pair of striker’s gloves on the floor beneath it. Slowly I started with the gingerly back and forth stepping, soon turning into light weight jumping as I maneuvered around the bag taking shots at it from all angles, anything from chops to punches, to kicks, to knees. Anyway you can strike a bag, I did it. It wasn’t long before I started to work up a sweat, but continued on, whaling on the bag with left and right hands, before a spinning back chop, before finishing the sequence with a roundhouse kick. I continued a little longer before I heard the doorbell.
Quickly I undid the gloves, dropping them on the floor near the bag. As I sprinted to the steps, I grabbed a towel from the hook by the doorway and wiped the perspiration from my face as I headed up the stairs. Again the doorbell rang and I must say, the girl is persistent.
I headed toward the front of the house and opened the front door to see Alexis, this time, more casually dressed in a pair of jeans, tank top, and flip flops. Her hair was tied up and she seemed like she was ready to pour her heart I to me in hopes of getting the job. I let her in, moving to the side and extending my arm forward to the living room. She steps in with a smile on her face that could light up the room, and heads in toward the living room, waiting for a signal to sit down as she stood in front of the leather couch.
Mike Laszlo: Have a seat.
Alexis Caffrey: Thanks.
She has a seat as instructed, and I follow suit having a seat in the chair adjacent to the couch. Leaning forward in my seat, I cut to the chase.
Mike Laszlo: So I like what you have to offer. However, as I said to you on the phone, it troubles me as to how you got my contact information, and seemingly so easily.
She seemed unnerved by the question, but for me to hire her, there could be no secrets. Deceit leads to conspiracy, which eventually leads to mutiny, and all of the aforementioned could not be tolerated.
Alexis Caffrey: Wellllll. It actually was kind of easy. I got a phone call from a guy. He asked a few questions, and somehow he knew that I had tried once before to become your public relations representative. He asked if I was still interested in being so and of course I am. So I said yes and he gave me your email address.
Mike Laszlo: A guy? What was his name?
Alexis Caffrey: Ummm, Chuck? Marley? Chase?
Mike Laszlo: Charlie?
Alexis Caffrey: YES! That’s it! Charlie…Charlie Velez.
Mike Laszlo: So he’s had this planned for a while. Perhaps you’re just another lure, like the attack on Davison.
Alexis Caffrey: Huh?
Mike Laszlo: Nothing. Your interest is legitimate?
Alexis Caffrey: Yes. Oh, yes. I’ve been interested since our first contact, and was only re-interested when I had heard that you purchased the Montecito. The difference this time is that now you have an opening on the wrestling end that I would love to occupy as well.
She really did seem interested and sincere about being interested. I don’t think she knows that she’s a possible pawn in the plans of Charlie Velez, and she was just taking advantage of the opportunity presented to her. That said, it was time to make a decision.
Mike Laszlo: Well, thanks to the honesty, I think you’ve got yourself a great opportunity here.
Alexis Caffrey: Wait, what?
Mike Laszlo: You’re hired.
Alexis Caffrey: For real?
Mike Laszlo: Yes.
Alexis Caffrey: YES! THANK YOU SO MUCH!
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. Then I had to set down the task I want her to take on.
Mike Laszlo: So now, with that in mind, here’s what I want you to do. Take a week and get caught up on what’s going on with the Montecito, and get back to me.
Alexis Caffrey: Alright. What about the other part?
Mike Laszlo: We’ll take our time on that. This week is kind of the end of an angle possibly and then we can start a new saga. Can’t do too many things at once, it draws the attention of the audience into too many different directions.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay. Training?
Mike Laszlo: Wow, you don’t give up.
Alexis Caffrey: I’m persistent.
Mike Laszlo: We’ll get there. Get to work on the business side first and we’ll move from there.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay, thank you so much!
Mike Laszlo: No problem. Thank you.
The two of us head for the door where I let her out with another thank you. She heads down the driveway as I head back to the couch in the living room. I now had a public relations representative, a valet, and a trainee all in one. Should be interesting.
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You’re right Ken. I switched my entrance theme on purpose. I won’t go as far as changing my name…I don’t have multiple personalities unlike some people. I however wanted a bit of nostalgia. I wanted to go back to a time in the past where I didn’t care for your well being. You see, a couple of weeks ago, I was forced to care because you were my partner.
We won.
Last week, we were enemies with partners and rather than take full advantage of your fallen body after Velez hit you with “Closure” I had a moment of weakness. I thought about morality rather than myself.
So this coming Sunday, I have to go back to that dark place in the back of my mind. I have to go back to the point where I can once again throw you off the roof of a building with absolutely no remorse. I can hurl my body off a building upon your sprawled out carcass…again. Then when all is said and done…I can WIN again.
The so-called “attack” on you was truly un-provoked. As a matter of fact, you were irrelevant. You could have been anybody else on the roster and you would have been hit with “Closure” just for the simple fact that you were standing on the opposite side of the ring from me.
Once again Ken…I made you relevant. If I weren’t in the ring…you wouldn’t matter.
Then, when I regain the X Title…you will matter no longer. For when I am champion you will simply become an after thought.
That is where the two of us truly differ Ken. When you lose and go off into obscurity, you will do nothing about it and simply fade off like the forgotten figure you will become. I lose, and just when you think I will do the same, I make myself relevant again. I am not one to let things go, and just to let it be known, I don’t hold grudges…I finish them.
So after A New Dawn, there will indeed be just that.
A war is coming here in NCW and very soon it will be time for everybody in this company to choose sides. I’ve chosen and for that I am clear minded and know exactly what is needed to accomplish what it is I seek out to accomplish.
Defeating Ken Davison or NV Laroux, whatever the hell you want to call yourself on any given hour is the aforementioned goal. Sunday, at A New Dawn…I succeed again.
