Post by Mike Laszlo on Dec 1, 2012 21:42:16 GMT -6
Ladies and gentlemen, the World Champion has spoken and he said…EXACTLY WHAT I SAID HE WOULD!
Jesus Christ was that not the most predictable thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
In the end, I sit here in a simple folding chair and come to one conclusion that begs a question from me to you Roberto…have you done it?
I know, I know, you’re saying, “Done what?”
Have you convinced yourself?
Have you talked yourself up enough to the point where you believe you can beat me this Sunday?
Have you made it crystal clear to yourself that you are the better man?
Have you convinced yourself that my accomplishments are belittled enough to the point where I’m not a threat?
There’s more questions I can ask that are along those same lines, but it would be getting a little redundant because despite the fact that I asked the question of you, let me stop you before you even have a chance to answer and let you know that said question was of the rhetorical variety.
I know the answer Robbie. The people who listened to your latest diatribe know the answer. YOU…KNOW…THE…ANSWER!
Before your little spiel, the answer could have been a little unclear, but after hearing you speak, and listening to how you’ve belittled everything I’ve ever done, the answer to the rhetorical questions is…
NO!
You haven’t convinced yourself. You try time and time again to put on the big macho persona and tell me that my title reigns, the longest Honor and X title reigns in history for those who have forgotten, mean nothing. You’ve told me my victories over you mean nothing. Both of those points seemingly contradict one another if you ask me.
Look at it this way, from your own twisted point of view. If my title reigns meant nothing, then the name Mike Laszlo was meaningless to those who weren’t true wrestling fans. Then, all of a sudden, there’s a victory over Robbie V and people start to think…well, maybe this kid has something. Others would then contradict that with the notion of “Well, he just got lucky.” Then…I pinned you again in the center of the ring. That got people talking. The name Mike Laszlo, if not already known for the longest X and Honor Title reigns in history, was then known as the man who beat Roberto Verona, not once but twice in the center of the ring. So see Roberto…they in fact meant something no matter what way you look at it. If you look at it your way, then me beating you put me on the map. If you look at it my way, reality, beating you twice elevated me to the next level. Granted it’s not the magnitude of you beating Xander putting you on the map, although a match that would ultimately mean nothing, at that time it did indeed put you on the map…if you weren’t already there. Anytime a streak of that magnitude is broken, the breaker will get recognition.
Do you know why your victory in my eyes meant nothing? Well, apparently you don’t, so let me fill you in. Yes, your victory EARNED you a World Title Shot. There’s a problem though…YOU BLEW IT! So your win got you the opportunity and you wasted it, and that is why your victory…in the end…meant nothing. Great accomplishment at the time, but in the end…NOTHING!
My victories over you, and you can tell the world, and try to convince yourself all you want that they mean nothing…at this moment in time…mean a lot. You know it bugs you, and you know that the true reason you picked me is to show me up in front of the world, and as you put it “shut me up for good.” So at this moment, this very second, my victories, bolstered by my incredible gift of gab, in a roundabout way did EARN me this World Title opportunity. Unlike you Berto, I don’t plan on blowing my first opportunity. I plan on seizing the moment and becoming World Champion, because if I don’t, my two victories over you and all this talk will mean the same as your victory did…nothing.
You’re just failing to grasp simple concepts. You can sit here and use big words you looked up in a dictionary all you want to make yourself seem important, smarter, a higher being, but all they do is mask your fear. Your fear that comes from what you already know. You know that I’m better than you, and one “blip” as you put it when it came to your failures means nothing. Now if you can take that “blip” and turn it into more, then congratulations, you’ve made a point. The problem for you Roberto is that I’ll never shut up. I’ll never stop believing that I’m better than anyone on this roster. When that happens, and I think that I’m second rate to someone else…that means that it’s time to hang them up, and therefore let the new generation through. Until that time…there’s no stopping me. You beat me and I’ll continue to want a shot at what you have. You beat me and I’ll move on and only get better. If not this Sunday, then some other day, my day will come, but since it is up to me and my abilities in that twenty foot by twenty foot ring, it will happen this Sunday live on Pay Per View in front of the entire world. Then, when people get on the internet the next morning, Roberto Verona’s name will join another list…shortest title reign in World Title History…with the rest who had thirty-five day reigns.
Just remember Berto, when you lose Sunday, you have nobody to blame but yourself.
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Title: Protective Big Brother (Getting Through)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 12:42 PM Eastern Standard Time
So the talk may have finally gotten through that thick head of my brothers’. I went over yesterday and told him it was rehab or bust. I was packing to head to Breaking Away. It was the biggest event of my NCW Career to date. My friends and family were packing because they’re going to be there too to witness my greatest achievement in my NCW history. So as we frantically went around and made sure things were locked up and everything was secure, my phone rings. Pulling it from my pocket I see that it’s my brother.
Mike Laszlo: So?
Randy Laszlo: You’re right.
Mike Laszlo: I know.
Randy Laszlo: Well you don’t have to be such a dick about it.
Mike Laszlo: Oh, but I do. It’s in my nature.
Randy Laszlo: So what do I have to do?
Mike Laszlo: The same thing as last time. I’ll arrange it, you just show up. I’ll have to do it on Monday. I got the big match tomorrow night and I’m getting ready.
Randy Laszlo: Oh yeah, big title match. Good luck.
I couldn’t help but realize that he would be by himself as there is nobody who will be around to keep him on the straight and narrow. So an idea popped into my head.
Mike Laszlo: Thanks. Hey I was thinking. Do you want to go?
Randy Laszlo: You’d want me around?
Mike Laszlo: You’re not that bad when you’re normal.
Randy Laszlo: Uh. Um. I don’t know what to say.
Mike Laszlo: How about yes?
Randy Laszlo: Yeah, sure. I’ll go.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, get packed and we’ll stop to get you on the way to the airport.
Randy Laszlo: See you then.
Hanging up the phone I continue to throw some more clothes into the suitcase. Then…another interruption, the doorbell. I flip the lid of my suitcase over and run to the door.
Mike Laszlo: COMING!
As I get to the door and open it, I see Kristy, and Megan sans boyfriend.
Mike Laszlo: Where’s Chris?
Megan Laszlo: He couldn’t make it. He had a business trip to Texas.
Mike Laszlo: Damn, oh well. You guys ready?
The two girls nod in agreement as they step inside.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, I got a few more things to do real quick and then we’re gone. We gotta get Randy on the way.
Megan Laszlo: You’re letting him come? He’s just going to screw things up.
Mike Laszlo: He called me after our talk yesterday.
Kristy Mastrangelo: And?
Mike Laszlo: He’s checking in Monday once I set up the arrangements. Then it occurred to me that if we’re all going and he’s left here by himself, something might happen that we all don’t want to happen. So its better he comes with us.
Megan Laszlo: True.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Yeah, good thinking. If he hits on me or grabs my butt I will punch him in the mouth.
Mike Laszlo: By all means, please do. I’ll be right back.
I head to Lindsay’s room where my daughter and she are getting ready.
Mike Laszlo: (Leaning in the doorway.) Ready?
Lindsay Laszlo: Yeah, just finished packing.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, I’ll grab Brit, you grab the bags.
Lindsay Laszlo: Sure make me do the hard part.
Mike Laszlo: (With a smile on my face.) Alright, fine. I’ll get the bags, you get Britney.
Lindsay Laszlo: That’s better.
She grabbed Britney and I stepped in and grabbed the bags. We headed toward the door where Lindsay stopped to talk to the other girls as I headed out and put the bags in the trunk. Heading back in, I grab hold of my bags.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, let’s go. Grab your bags ladies.
We all head out of the house to the car where I loaded the last bags before getting in the driver’s seat. As we pull out of the driveway, we head off to get my brother.
TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER
We pull into the parking lot and I give my brother a call.
Mike Laszlo: We’re here.
After hanging up my phone we wait a few minutes before seeing my brother exit the front of the building, only the man we saw was much better off looking than the man we had seen Thanksgiving Day.
His hair was cut; he was clean shaved, and dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt but his overall appearance just looked better. He entered the car after throwing his bag in the trunk of the SUV and said his hellos.
Randy Laszlo: What’s up guys?
Mike Laszlo: Well, you’re looking a lot better.
Randy Laszlo: I told you, what you had to say had an impact.
Mike Laszlo: I just hope that this time it sticks.
Randy Laszlo: It will, I promise. I can’t keep living like I was. It’s time to change things for the better.
Mike Laszlo: Good to hear. For now…let’s have fun.
He closes the door and we head off down the road. It’s time to focus on myself and winning the World Heavyweight Championship.
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So what is all this talk about wanting thanks?
Are you really that immature Berto?
Is that why you’ve embraced the role as Kelly’s lapdog?
Do you win a match and go back to her office to hear good job, get a pat on the back, and then maybe a cookie? Please.
So you beat Andrew Jacobsen who everybody and their mother were calling a paper champion and want praise? You want praise for being a so-called credible champion?
Here it is.
Thank you Roberto and I seriously mean that in the best way possible.
Thank you Roberto for defeating Andrew Jacobsen for the World Title at Road to the Gold.
Thank you for being a credible champion.
Thank you Roberto for giving me this opportunity to face you at Breaking Away.
There’s one more thank you I have to give you, but I’ll wait a little bit for that one, but don’t worry it is coming.
Roberto, your alliance with Kelly and Adam doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. I could really care less what you do with your life. I don’t really care about anything you said was bitched about.
I’ve been here a little over a year now, and I never bitched about any of what you said. I continued working day-in and day-out to get better knowing that one day I would get my shot to prove myself. That day has come tomorrow night and it is time to take advantage of that opportunity.
So rather than bitching yourself about the rest of the world, I beg of you Roberto, worry not about what the rest of the world says, worry instead about your title reign. Worry about what you’ll do when you go back to Kelly’s office and instead of praise she whacks you in the face with that rolled up newspaper and yells “BAD DOG!”
For you see Roberto, the complaints will always be there. The pleas for change will accompany them, and all that rules in the end is SELF-satisfaction.
Verona, you won’t agree with this obviously, but you should be more like me in terms of your attitude. I don’t care about the complaints. The pleas for change fall on deaf ears for me because the only change that matters to me is the change that I cause. I worry about what I can control and to hell with everything else. I’m nobody’s savior as you claim to be. I’m nobody’s hero, and I don’t want to be. I don’t need to be.
What I do need to be, I become this weekend. I need to be what you are in status and that alone. I NEED to be World Heavyweight Champion to prove that I am what I say I am, and that is simply put THE BEST PERIOD!
So this Sunday, my family sitting in the front row, I need to stay laser focused. This Sunday, I am prepared as you should be to go to war. This Sunday is it. I’ve won battles against you as you have against me. I respect you Roberto. Your abilities are great, your status in this company might just be greater. However, when all is said and done, this Sunday Robbie, I win the battle. This Sunday, I win the war. This Sunday I become the World Heavyweight Champion.
Oh, and by the way, remember that thank you I promised?
I whole heartedly thank you Roberto for losing to me this Sunday thus making me the NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Jesus Christ was that not the most predictable thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
In the end, I sit here in a simple folding chair and come to one conclusion that begs a question from me to you Roberto…have you done it?
I know, I know, you’re saying, “Done what?”
Have you convinced yourself?
Have you talked yourself up enough to the point where you believe you can beat me this Sunday?
Have you made it crystal clear to yourself that you are the better man?
Have you convinced yourself that my accomplishments are belittled enough to the point where I’m not a threat?
There’s more questions I can ask that are along those same lines, but it would be getting a little redundant because despite the fact that I asked the question of you, let me stop you before you even have a chance to answer and let you know that said question was of the rhetorical variety.
I know the answer Robbie. The people who listened to your latest diatribe know the answer. YOU…KNOW…THE…ANSWER!
Before your little spiel, the answer could have been a little unclear, but after hearing you speak, and listening to how you’ve belittled everything I’ve ever done, the answer to the rhetorical questions is…
NO!
You haven’t convinced yourself. You try time and time again to put on the big macho persona and tell me that my title reigns, the longest Honor and X title reigns in history for those who have forgotten, mean nothing. You’ve told me my victories over you mean nothing. Both of those points seemingly contradict one another if you ask me.
Look at it this way, from your own twisted point of view. If my title reigns meant nothing, then the name Mike Laszlo was meaningless to those who weren’t true wrestling fans. Then, all of a sudden, there’s a victory over Robbie V and people start to think…well, maybe this kid has something. Others would then contradict that with the notion of “Well, he just got lucky.” Then…I pinned you again in the center of the ring. That got people talking. The name Mike Laszlo, if not already known for the longest X and Honor Title reigns in history, was then known as the man who beat Roberto Verona, not once but twice in the center of the ring. So see Roberto…they in fact meant something no matter what way you look at it. If you look at it your way, then me beating you put me on the map. If you look at it my way, reality, beating you twice elevated me to the next level. Granted it’s not the magnitude of you beating Xander putting you on the map, although a match that would ultimately mean nothing, at that time it did indeed put you on the map…if you weren’t already there. Anytime a streak of that magnitude is broken, the breaker will get recognition.
Do you know why your victory in my eyes meant nothing? Well, apparently you don’t, so let me fill you in. Yes, your victory EARNED you a World Title Shot. There’s a problem though…YOU BLEW IT! So your win got you the opportunity and you wasted it, and that is why your victory…in the end…meant nothing. Great accomplishment at the time, but in the end…NOTHING!
My victories over you, and you can tell the world, and try to convince yourself all you want that they mean nothing…at this moment in time…mean a lot. You know it bugs you, and you know that the true reason you picked me is to show me up in front of the world, and as you put it “shut me up for good.” So at this moment, this very second, my victories, bolstered by my incredible gift of gab, in a roundabout way did EARN me this World Title opportunity. Unlike you Berto, I don’t plan on blowing my first opportunity. I plan on seizing the moment and becoming World Champion, because if I don’t, my two victories over you and all this talk will mean the same as your victory did…nothing.
You’re just failing to grasp simple concepts. You can sit here and use big words you looked up in a dictionary all you want to make yourself seem important, smarter, a higher being, but all they do is mask your fear. Your fear that comes from what you already know. You know that I’m better than you, and one “blip” as you put it when it came to your failures means nothing. Now if you can take that “blip” and turn it into more, then congratulations, you’ve made a point. The problem for you Roberto is that I’ll never shut up. I’ll never stop believing that I’m better than anyone on this roster. When that happens, and I think that I’m second rate to someone else…that means that it’s time to hang them up, and therefore let the new generation through. Until that time…there’s no stopping me. You beat me and I’ll continue to want a shot at what you have. You beat me and I’ll move on and only get better. If not this Sunday, then some other day, my day will come, but since it is up to me and my abilities in that twenty foot by twenty foot ring, it will happen this Sunday live on Pay Per View in front of the entire world. Then, when people get on the internet the next morning, Roberto Verona’s name will join another list…shortest title reign in World Title History…with the rest who had thirty-five day reigns.
Just remember Berto, when you lose Sunday, you have nobody to blame but yourself.
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Title: Protective Big Brother (Getting Through)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 12:42 PM Eastern Standard Time
So the talk may have finally gotten through that thick head of my brothers’. I went over yesterday and told him it was rehab or bust. I was packing to head to Breaking Away. It was the biggest event of my NCW Career to date. My friends and family were packing because they’re going to be there too to witness my greatest achievement in my NCW history. So as we frantically went around and made sure things were locked up and everything was secure, my phone rings. Pulling it from my pocket I see that it’s my brother.
Mike Laszlo: So?
Randy Laszlo: You’re right.
Mike Laszlo: I know.
Randy Laszlo: Well you don’t have to be such a dick about it.
Mike Laszlo: Oh, but I do. It’s in my nature.
Randy Laszlo: So what do I have to do?
Mike Laszlo: The same thing as last time. I’ll arrange it, you just show up. I’ll have to do it on Monday. I got the big match tomorrow night and I’m getting ready.
Randy Laszlo: Oh yeah, big title match. Good luck.
I couldn’t help but realize that he would be by himself as there is nobody who will be around to keep him on the straight and narrow. So an idea popped into my head.
Mike Laszlo: Thanks. Hey I was thinking. Do you want to go?
Randy Laszlo: You’d want me around?
Mike Laszlo: You’re not that bad when you’re normal.
Randy Laszlo: Uh. Um. I don’t know what to say.
Mike Laszlo: How about yes?
Randy Laszlo: Yeah, sure. I’ll go.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, get packed and we’ll stop to get you on the way to the airport.
Randy Laszlo: See you then.
Hanging up the phone I continue to throw some more clothes into the suitcase. Then…another interruption, the doorbell. I flip the lid of my suitcase over and run to the door.
Mike Laszlo: COMING!
As I get to the door and open it, I see Kristy, and Megan sans boyfriend.
Mike Laszlo: Where’s Chris?
Megan Laszlo: He couldn’t make it. He had a business trip to Texas.
Mike Laszlo: Damn, oh well. You guys ready?
The two girls nod in agreement as they step inside.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, I got a few more things to do real quick and then we’re gone. We gotta get Randy on the way.
Megan Laszlo: You’re letting him come? He’s just going to screw things up.
Mike Laszlo: He called me after our talk yesterday.
Kristy Mastrangelo: And?
Mike Laszlo: He’s checking in Monday once I set up the arrangements. Then it occurred to me that if we’re all going and he’s left here by himself, something might happen that we all don’t want to happen. So its better he comes with us.
Megan Laszlo: True.
Kristy Mastrangelo: Yeah, good thinking. If he hits on me or grabs my butt I will punch him in the mouth.
Mike Laszlo: By all means, please do. I’ll be right back.
I head to Lindsay’s room where my daughter and she are getting ready.
Mike Laszlo: (Leaning in the doorway.) Ready?
Lindsay Laszlo: Yeah, just finished packing.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, I’ll grab Brit, you grab the bags.
Lindsay Laszlo: Sure make me do the hard part.
Mike Laszlo: (With a smile on my face.) Alright, fine. I’ll get the bags, you get Britney.
Lindsay Laszlo: That’s better.
She grabbed Britney and I stepped in and grabbed the bags. We headed toward the door where Lindsay stopped to talk to the other girls as I headed out and put the bags in the trunk. Heading back in, I grab hold of my bags.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, let’s go. Grab your bags ladies.
We all head out of the house to the car where I loaded the last bags before getting in the driver’s seat. As we pull out of the driveway, we head off to get my brother.
TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER
We pull into the parking lot and I give my brother a call.
Mike Laszlo: We’re here.
After hanging up my phone we wait a few minutes before seeing my brother exit the front of the building, only the man we saw was much better off looking than the man we had seen Thanksgiving Day.
His hair was cut; he was clean shaved, and dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt but his overall appearance just looked better. He entered the car after throwing his bag in the trunk of the SUV and said his hellos.
Randy Laszlo: What’s up guys?
Mike Laszlo: Well, you’re looking a lot better.
Randy Laszlo: I told you, what you had to say had an impact.
Mike Laszlo: I just hope that this time it sticks.
Randy Laszlo: It will, I promise. I can’t keep living like I was. It’s time to change things for the better.
Mike Laszlo: Good to hear. For now…let’s have fun.
He closes the door and we head off down the road. It’s time to focus on myself and winning the World Heavyweight Championship.
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So what is all this talk about wanting thanks?
Are you really that immature Berto?
Is that why you’ve embraced the role as Kelly’s lapdog?
Do you win a match and go back to her office to hear good job, get a pat on the back, and then maybe a cookie? Please.
So you beat Andrew Jacobsen who everybody and their mother were calling a paper champion and want praise? You want praise for being a so-called credible champion?
Here it is.
Thank you Roberto and I seriously mean that in the best way possible.
Thank you Roberto for defeating Andrew Jacobsen for the World Title at Road to the Gold.
Thank you for being a credible champion.
Thank you Roberto for giving me this opportunity to face you at Breaking Away.
There’s one more thank you I have to give you, but I’ll wait a little bit for that one, but don’t worry it is coming.
Roberto, your alliance with Kelly and Adam doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. I could really care less what you do with your life. I don’t really care about anything you said was bitched about.
I’ve been here a little over a year now, and I never bitched about any of what you said. I continued working day-in and day-out to get better knowing that one day I would get my shot to prove myself. That day has come tomorrow night and it is time to take advantage of that opportunity.
So rather than bitching yourself about the rest of the world, I beg of you Roberto, worry not about what the rest of the world says, worry instead about your title reign. Worry about what you’ll do when you go back to Kelly’s office and instead of praise she whacks you in the face with that rolled up newspaper and yells “BAD DOG!”
For you see Roberto, the complaints will always be there. The pleas for change will accompany them, and all that rules in the end is SELF-satisfaction.
Verona, you won’t agree with this obviously, but you should be more like me in terms of your attitude. I don’t care about the complaints. The pleas for change fall on deaf ears for me because the only change that matters to me is the change that I cause. I worry about what I can control and to hell with everything else. I’m nobody’s savior as you claim to be. I’m nobody’s hero, and I don’t want to be. I don’t need to be.
What I do need to be, I become this weekend. I need to be what you are in status and that alone. I NEED to be World Heavyweight Champion to prove that I am what I say I am, and that is simply put THE BEST PERIOD!
So this Sunday, my family sitting in the front row, I need to stay laser focused. This Sunday, I am prepared as you should be to go to war. This Sunday is it. I’ve won battles against you as you have against me. I respect you Roberto. Your abilities are great, your status in this company might just be greater. However, when all is said and done, this Sunday Robbie, I win the battle. This Sunday, I win the war. This Sunday I become the World Heavyweight Champion.
Oh, and by the way, remember that thank you I promised?
I whole heartedly thank you Roberto for losing to me this Sunday thus making me the NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
