Post by Mike Laszlo on Jan 5, 2013 9:31:59 GMT -6
So you were lying this entire time about your little injury. Color me shocked. I think for that one second, my heart may have stopped…or at least skipped a beat. I would have never in my lifetime fathomed that Roberto Verona was a no good, lying, egotistical, slime eating, gutter trash dirt bag.
Okay, so enough with the sarcasm and the insults because your lies don’t shock me in the least bit and any insult you’re going to counter my name calling with is meaningless and really has no effect on me. This week you’ve already gone on and on and on again about how I’m not in your league. You then continued to say that this is the final straw. You then went on with the same old dribble that you’ve continuously spewed into the ears of me and those who have insomnia looking for a quick cure for their sleeplessness, about how you attacked me this past Sunday because you wanted to prove your superiority.
Your mental superiority.
Your physical superiority.
You told the world about it all. You “outsmarted” me Sunday, made me off-guard, and struck while the iron was hot which is indeed, an ironic word for me to use. Berto, you’ve gone on and on in your quest to shut me up and yet you have failed miserably time after time. You gave me a concussion and it didn’t work. You beat me in the technical sense of the word at Breaking Away and that too, didn’t work.
Is it getting through yet?
Has it all sunken into that thick skull of yours?
I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!
You could put me on my death bed Verona and I would crawl out of that son of a bitch, and take my near dead ass to your house, just to burn your house to the ground and watch you suffer. The sad part about the whole situation Verona…I don’t even hate you.
As a matter of fact, and I’ve said it on a number occasions, I respect you. Not so much Roberto Verona the man as Roberto Verona the wrestler, but I respect at least a part of you. We’ve gone back and forth and as much as you won’t admit it, it’s been one hell of a ride.
The back and forth banter has been great, best of the end of 2012, and beginning of 2013, and will continue to be so if not for one more week. Though, as we all know in the wrestling world, two men’s paths are going to cross more than once. Rather it be you winning and me rising up through the ranks again to challenge you, or me becoming new World Champion and you invoking your rematch, the latter of which will happen, we will meet again in the center of that ring, and that is almost a certainty until one of us retires. The ratings have been up because people are tuning into NCW programming to see what one of us will do to the other next, and then when it happens, the two of us are trending world-wide on Twitter. Facebook is going crazy. Hell, even the out of date Myspace garners some buzz. We here at NCW, more specifically, you and I Berto…we are what makes professional wrestling great. At this very point in time…WE ARE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
So, as the better man, I say this to you current and soon to be former NCW Champion:
It’s been fun. Truly. We’ve put each other through more hell than anyone has in a while here in NCW. Then, when it’s time to actually come to blows, to take off the gloves, we’ve had some of the more entertaining matches that this company has ever seen and this Sunday at Mind Games will be no different. The stipulation? Well that’s a surprise for me to know and you to find out.
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Title: Ashley's Downfall (Averted?)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 9:00 AM Eastern Standard Time
In case you forgot, I helped out a girl by the name of Ashley Mastrangelo, a cousin of my best friend Kristy. She was a troubled kid, got in some big trouble, and thanks to my convincing of the judge for lack of a better term, the girl was released into my custody for simple community service. The time length of said service had come and gone and to my relief, my words meant something in her teenage not young adult brain, and she stayed. Lately though, I’ve been getting reports from one of the managers at my gym that she hasn’t been acting the same. She’s been pretty much for all intents and purposes…a bitch. So during my week in town, I wanted to find out what was going on.
As I got out of my car in the parking lot, I looked down the line and saw Ashley’s car. Good first impression right? Then I saw the other side of her car. The front, driver side headlight was smashed, and the right fender was crunched. Leaning down, I assessed the damage and shook my head while heading inside.
As I got inside, I looked around and she was nowhere to be seen. Granted at first, I didn’t look too hard because I was headed for my office. After making a few phone calls, I happened to look up from my work and saw Ashley storming for the door.
Jumping out of the chair I ran around the desk and happened to catch her.
Mike Laszlo: Hey!
She turned in my direction and that’s when I saw the black eye on the left side of her face.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell happened?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I don’t want to talk about it.
Mike Laszlo: Ash…
She let out a deep sigh before concurring to head to my office and talk. As we got inside, she took a seat as did I on my side of the desk. I folded my hands together as I leaned on the desk and looked at the young girl sitting before me.
Mike Laszlo: So what happened?
Ashley Mastrangelo: A couple of girls started a fight at one of the local bar and grills. They were making fun of my training and the fact that I wanted to be a professional wrestler. At first I ignored them but they just wouldn’t stop. Then my brother…
Mike Laszlo: Your brother? I thought you weren’t going to hang around him because of the influence?
Ashley Mastrangelo: He’s still my brother Mike.
Mike Laszlo: So? My brother is a prick. I tried to help him numerous times. Hell he’s in rehab right now. I didn’t talk to him for quite some time before a few weeks ago.
Ashley Mastrangelo: WELL I’M NOT YOU OKAY!?
She snapped and it was unusual to say the least. It even dare I say startled me and I think she realized it.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Sorry. It’s just been a bad week.
Mike Laszlo: Nah, it’s cool. I get it. What happened to your car?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, after I hit the one girl, the other one came back and punched me in my face. As I was down, my brother reached for his gun and I yelled “NO!”
Mike Laszlo: Well, that’s good. He’s such an idiot.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Instead of fighting back I grabbed his arm and we started to leave. As we were driving down the road, he drove because of the swelling in my eye, these girls came after us and started yelling and screaming out their window about my lack of toughness and how the one had beaten up a professional wrestler, further showing it’s all fake. My brother got sick of it and slammed my car into theirs multiple times. They screamed and then crashed head on into a parked car.
She was getting emotional and started sobbing.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I wanted to go back. Really Mike I did. He wouldn’t let me and we just kept driving. Then he pulled in front of my apartment and got of the car without a word and just left.
I sat back and took in all she was saying before letting out a deep breath. I leaned forward again and used my hands to emphasize my points.
Mike Laszlo: Ash, you don’t need him. Don’t dwell on it. After your reform here, and I can say proudly that you have reformed, and that you have worked your little butt off to do so, that I am proud of you. You are now up here, (Holding my hand as high as I can reach from my seated position.), while he is down here. (Putting that same hand below the desk.) Take it from me young lady, as someone who seems to be an expert at straying himself away from ignorant family members, you don’t need to put yourself through that. It’s not worth your time. As a matter of fact, it’s the exact opposite; it’s a waste of your time.
Ashley Mastrangelo: But Mike, he’s my brother. I can’t leave him out in the cold like that.
I couldn’t help but crack a grin.
Mike Laszlo: Oh, you have a heart that is so much bigger than mine. I’m not telling you to never speak to him again. All I’m saying is distance yourself from the one-on-one interactions. If you want to hang out with him, do it in a group. Call him once a week on the phone. Just avoid situations like what just happened. You can still be the loving sister, but sometimes there just comes a point where you have to show a little tough love to set someone straight.
She nods in agreement as she wipes the tears from her eyes.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I guess you’re right.
Mike Laszlo: I know I am. Trust me, there isn’t much in this world that I, even at the age of twenty-four, haven’t gone through. Just remember that I’m always here to talk. A simple knock on the door or phone call and I’m there.
She nods again as she stands from the chair and starts to turn around. I stand up to and realize that I forgot about whatever incident had just occurred a matter of minutes ago.
Mike Laszlo: Ash?
She turned, the tears finally falling off her beautiful face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah?
Mike Laszlo: What just happened a minute ago that you were storming off?
Ashley Mastrangelo: My brother called and yelled at me, then demanded I come see him. So I threw my phone and started out of here.
Mike Laszlo: And now after our talk?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Screw him. If he wants to talk to me, he can come here.
Mike Laszlo: Thatta girl. Take out some frustration on that punching bag, I have a surprise for you laying in your bag.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What?
Mike Laszlo: If I told you, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise.
A smile appeared on her face as she headed out and ran to her bag. I had left her a front row seat ticket to this Sunday’s Mind Games NCW Pay Per View as my guest. As I sat back I waited for the reaction. I didn’t hear a scream or anything because that wasn’t her style. I knew however that she always wanted to come see me in action, but wasn’t able to because of her troubles. Now that those are over, at least it seems that way, it was time for the reward. I hear a knock on the glass wall behind me causing me to spin my chair. I could read her lips.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Really?
Nodding in approval I watched as she ran around the office into the front door.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Thank you sooooo much.
Mike Laszlo: Not a problem.
She turned again before turning back as I mentioned her name.
Mike Laszlo: If it helps, think of me as a big brother.
She took a moment and looked down before looking back up with that gorgeous smile.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Thanks.
She left my office and I went back to work as the scene faded.
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So you like to sing huh? I don’t mind spewing out a few vocal notes. Ready?
When Verona opens his mouth that’s a sleeping pill.
When he rambles on and on its cause for aspirin.
When he touts himself over and oveeeeeeeeeer, I want to kick him in the heaaaaaaad!
Did you like it?
No matter as your opinion of my song, as of me, as of pretty much anything else, is irrelevant.
Your rambling by now has made the greatest cases of insomnia cease to exist, and yet, I suffered through it. I had to tape my eyes open but I did it.
For the past two months I’ve heard over and over again about how I’m not in your league Roberto. Over and over again you keep saying one other thing and although I admire your consistency, I loathe your ignorance.
You told me last month at Mind Games that if you lost you would move on, just as how you have now told me that if you lose this Sunday you will just move on. You’ve said you don’t need the NCW World Title. Everybody needs it and if you truly believe that crap you’re spewing, you really don’t belong in this business.
You’ve said in the past that I have delusions of grandeur in my head, you sir just plain have delusions.
How long do you think Kelly’s going to keep you around after I take that title off your waist?
You lose that belt and you lose your appeal. You become a toy without batteries. Then, the second she grows tired of you, she’ll move on to her bigger, stronger toy, no batteries required.
No need to retread a Roberto Verona beater car when she can roll out the shiny new car that is Lex Sense. You lose Verona, and you lose much more than that shiny gold, fifteen pound belt. You lose this Sunday and you lose the backing that you eventually needed to get the World Title in the first place. You lose the muscle. You lose it all.
Despite what you may think, you lose that belt and your world comes crashing down around you. You are right in one aspect though, you will indeed be moving on, but only because you will then be cast aside with the rest of the obscurity.
I on the other hand…have absolutely nothing to lose. If I were to lose this Sunday, though I won’t, I’ll move on as well. There will be another title shot for me at some point down the road. I won’t need it because I plan on walking out of Atlanta the new champion, but should you find a way to beat me again, the opportunity will eventually rear its head again.
Win or lose, I may forget you entirely and go feud with Lex. Hell I’ll go find Spike Kane and drag him out of retirement for another run; maybe pull Steve Awesome out of a porno he’s making, who knows. The one thing I do know Roberto is that no matter what, life will go on. I will always want that World Title, and if by chance I don’t get it Sunday, I will one day possess it. My plans however are for that one day to come this Sunday. One day at a time, I get better and better as you regress and when that time comes at Mind Games, and the games are over, I will be the next NCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Okay, so enough with the sarcasm and the insults because your lies don’t shock me in the least bit and any insult you’re going to counter my name calling with is meaningless and really has no effect on me. This week you’ve already gone on and on and on again about how I’m not in your league. You then continued to say that this is the final straw. You then went on with the same old dribble that you’ve continuously spewed into the ears of me and those who have insomnia looking for a quick cure for their sleeplessness, about how you attacked me this past Sunday because you wanted to prove your superiority.
Your mental superiority.
Your physical superiority.
You told the world about it all. You “outsmarted” me Sunday, made me off-guard, and struck while the iron was hot which is indeed, an ironic word for me to use. Berto, you’ve gone on and on in your quest to shut me up and yet you have failed miserably time after time. You gave me a concussion and it didn’t work. You beat me in the technical sense of the word at Breaking Away and that too, didn’t work.
Is it getting through yet?
Has it all sunken into that thick skull of yours?
I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!
You could put me on my death bed Verona and I would crawl out of that son of a bitch, and take my near dead ass to your house, just to burn your house to the ground and watch you suffer. The sad part about the whole situation Verona…I don’t even hate you.
As a matter of fact, and I’ve said it on a number occasions, I respect you. Not so much Roberto Verona the man as Roberto Verona the wrestler, but I respect at least a part of you. We’ve gone back and forth and as much as you won’t admit it, it’s been one hell of a ride.
The back and forth banter has been great, best of the end of 2012, and beginning of 2013, and will continue to be so if not for one more week. Though, as we all know in the wrestling world, two men’s paths are going to cross more than once. Rather it be you winning and me rising up through the ranks again to challenge you, or me becoming new World Champion and you invoking your rematch, the latter of which will happen, we will meet again in the center of that ring, and that is almost a certainty until one of us retires. The ratings have been up because people are tuning into NCW programming to see what one of us will do to the other next, and then when it happens, the two of us are trending world-wide on Twitter. Facebook is going crazy. Hell, even the out of date Myspace garners some buzz. We here at NCW, more specifically, you and I Berto…we are what makes professional wrestling great. At this very point in time…WE ARE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
So, as the better man, I say this to you current and soon to be former NCW Champion:
It’s been fun. Truly. We’ve put each other through more hell than anyone has in a while here in NCW. Then, when it’s time to actually come to blows, to take off the gloves, we’ve had some of the more entertaining matches that this company has ever seen and this Sunday at Mind Games will be no different. The stipulation? Well that’s a surprise for me to know and you to find out.
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Title: Ashley's Downfall (Averted?)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 9:00 AM Eastern Standard Time
In case you forgot, I helped out a girl by the name of Ashley Mastrangelo, a cousin of my best friend Kristy. She was a troubled kid, got in some big trouble, and thanks to my convincing of the judge for lack of a better term, the girl was released into my custody for simple community service. The time length of said service had come and gone and to my relief, my words meant something in her teenage not young adult brain, and she stayed. Lately though, I’ve been getting reports from one of the managers at my gym that she hasn’t been acting the same. She’s been pretty much for all intents and purposes…a bitch. So during my week in town, I wanted to find out what was going on.
As I got out of my car in the parking lot, I looked down the line and saw Ashley’s car. Good first impression right? Then I saw the other side of her car. The front, driver side headlight was smashed, and the right fender was crunched. Leaning down, I assessed the damage and shook my head while heading inside.
As I got inside, I looked around and she was nowhere to be seen. Granted at first, I didn’t look too hard because I was headed for my office. After making a few phone calls, I happened to look up from my work and saw Ashley storming for the door.
Jumping out of the chair I ran around the desk and happened to catch her.
Mike Laszlo: Hey!
She turned in my direction and that’s when I saw the black eye on the left side of her face.
Mike Laszlo: What the hell happened?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I don’t want to talk about it.
Mike Laszlo: Ash…
She let out a deep sigh before concurring to head to my office and talk. As we got inside, she took a seat as did I on my side of the desk. I folded my hands together as I leaned on the desk and looked at the young girl sitting before me.
Mike Laszlo: So what happened?
Ashley Mastrangelo: A couple of girls started a fight at one of the local bar and grills. They were making fun of my training and the fact that I wanted to be a professional wrestler. At first I ignored them but they just wouldn’t stop. Then my brother…
Mike Laszlo: Your brother? I thought you weren’t going to hang around him because of the influence?
Ashley Mastrangelo: He’s still my brother Mike.
Mike Laszlo: So? My brother is a prick. I tried to help him numerous times. Hell he’s in rehab right now. I didn’t talk to him for quite some time before a few weeks ago.
Ashley Mastrangelo: WELL I’M NOT YOU OKAY!?
She snapped and it was unusual to say the least. It even dare I say startled me and I think she realized it.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Sorry. It’s just been a bad week.
Mike Laszlo: Nah, it’s cool. I get it. What happened to your car?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, after I hit the one girl, the other one came back and punched me in my face. As I was down, my brother reached for his gun and I yelled “NO!”
Mike Laszlo: Well, that’s good. He’s such an idiot.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Instead of fighting back I grabbed his arm and we started to leave. As we were driving down the road, he drove because of the swelling in my eye, these girls came after us and started yelling and screaming out their window about my lack of toughness and how the one had beaten up a professional wrestler, further showing it’s all fake. My brother got sick of it and slammed my car into theirs multiple times. They screamed and then crashed head on into a parked car.
She was getting emotional and started sobbing.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I wanted to go back. Really Mike I did. He wouldn’t let me and we just kept driving. Then he pulled in front of my apartment and got of the car without a word and just left.
I sat back and took in all she was saying before letting out a deep breath. I leaned forward again and used my hands to emphasize my points.
Mike Laszlo: Ash, you don’t need him. Don’t dwell on it. After your reform here, and I can say proudly that you have reformed, and that you have worked your little butt off to do so, that I am proud of you. You are now up here, (Holding my hand as high as I can reach from my seated position.), while he is down here. (Putting that same hand below the desk.) Take it from me young lady, as someone who seems to be an expert at straying himself away from ignorant family members, you don’t need to put yourself through that. It’s not worth your time. As a matter of fact, it’s the exact opposite; it’s a waste of your time.
Ashley Mastrangelo: But Mike, he’s my brother. I can’t leave him out in the cold like that.
I couldn’t help but crack a grin.
Mike Laszlo: Oh, you have a heart that is so much bigger than mine. I’m not telling you to never speak to him again. All I’m saying is distance yourself from the one-on-one interactions. If you want to hang out with him, do it in a group. Call him once a week on the phone. Just avoid situations like what just happened. You can still be the loving sister, but sometimes there just comes a point where you have to show a little tough love to set someone straight.
She nods in agreement as she wipes the tears from her eyes.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I guess you’re right.
Mike Laszlo: I know I am. Trust me, there isn’t much in this world that I, even at the age of twenty-four, haven’t gone through. Just remember that I’m always here to talk. A simple knock on the door or phone call and I’m there.
She nods again as she stands from the chair and starts to turn around. I stand up to and realize that I forgot about whatever incident had just occurred a matter of minutes ago.
Mike Laszlo: Ash?
She turned, the tears finally falling off her beautiful face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah?
Mike Laszlo: What just happened a minute ago that you were storming off?
Ashley Mastrangelo: My brother called and yelled at me, then demanded I come see him. So I threw my phone and started out of here.
Mike Laszlo: And now after our talk?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Screw him. If he wants to talk to me, he can come here.
Mike Laszlo: Thatta girl. Take out some frustration on that punching bag, I have a surprise for you laying in your bag.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What?
Mike Laszlo: If I told you, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise.
A smile appeared on her face as she headed out and ran to her bag. I had left her a front row seat ticket to this Sunday’s Mind Games NCW Pay Per View as my guest. As I sat back I waited for the reaction. I didn’t hear a scream or anything because that wasn’t her style. I knew however that she always wanted to come see me in action, but wasn’t able to because of her troubles. Now that those are over, at least it seems that way, it was time for the reward. I hear a knock on the glass wall behind me causing me to spin my chair. I could read her lips.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Really?
Nodding in approval I watched as she ran around the office into the front door.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Thank you sooooo much.
Mike Laszlo: Not a problem.
She turned again before turning back as I mentioned her name.
Mike Laszlo: If it helps, think of me as a big brother.
She took a moment and looked down before looking back up with that gorgeous smile.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Thanks.
She left my office and I went back to work as the scene faded.
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So you like to sing huh? I don’t mind spewing out a few vocal notes. Ready?
When Verona opens his mouth that’s a sleeping pill.
When he rambles on and on its cause for aspirin.
When he touts himself over and oveeeeeeeeeer, I want to kick him in the heaaaaaaad!
Did you like it?
No matter as your opinion of my song, as of me, as of pretty much anything else, is irrelevant.
Your rambling by now has made the greatest cases of insomnia cease to exist, and yet, I suffered through it. I had to tape my eyes open but I did it.
For the past two months I’ve heard over and over again about how I’m not in your league Roberto. Over and over again you keep saying one other thing and although I admire your consistency, I loathe your ignorance.
You told me last month at Mind Games that if you lost you would move on, just as how you have now told me that if you lose this Sunday you will just move on. You’ve said you don’t need the NCW World Title. Everybody needs it and if you truly believe that crap you’re spewing, you really don’t belong in this business.
You’ve said in the past that I have delusions of grandeur in my head, you sir just plain have delusions.
How long do you think Kelly’s going to keep you around after I take that title off your waist?
You lose that belt and you lose your appeal. You become a toy without batteries. Then, the second she grows tired of you, she’ll move on to her bigger, stronger toy, no batteries required.
No need to retread a Roberto Verona beater car when she can roll out the shiny new car that is Lex Sense. You lose Verona, and you lose much more than that shiny gold, fifteen pound belt. You lose this Sunday and you lose the backing that you eventually needed to get the World Title in the first place. You lose the muscle. You lose it all.
Despite what you may think, you lose that belt and your world comes crashing down around you. You are right in one aspect though, you will indeed be moving on, but only because you will then be cast aside with the rest of the obscurity.
I on the other hand…have absolutely nothing to lose. If I were to lose this Sunday, though I won’t, I’ll move on as well. There will be another title shot for me at some point down the road. I won’t need it because I plan on walking out of Atlanta the new champion, but should you find a way to beat me again, the opportunity will eventually rear its head again.
Win or lose, I may forget you entirely and go feud with Lex. Hell I’ll go find Spike Kane and drag him out of retirement for another run; maybe pull Steve Awesome out of a porno he’s making, who knows. The one thing I do know Roberto is that no matter what, life will go on. I will always want that World Title, and if by chance I don’t get it Sunday, I will one day possess it. My plans however are for that one day to come this Sunday. One day at a time, I get better and better as you regress and when that time comes at Mind Games, and the games are over, I will be the next NCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
