Post by Mike Laszlo on Jan 5, 2013 23:29:55 GMT -6
Again? The same diatribe from you again Roberto?
Despite what I’ve said in the past and despite what you think, I do listen to the words that come out of your mouth. How else would I know that it’s meaningless dribble that makes no sense to anybody except for you?
You come out here week after week and proclaim that you are the reason that the young guns are getting a shot at glory. You claim that before you became World Champion that there was never a shot for anyone like yourself let alone someone like me without friends in high places to get a shot at the all so mighty ascension you have taken.
How wrong could you be? How stupid could you possibly be?
Road to the Gold?
The Riot?
The Coliseum?
That’s three separate occasions on which any unknown can rise up and claim that imaginary brass ring you speak of. The most rigged any of those can get is Road to the Gold based on booking.
The Riot? Although it has been reshaped into the Mind Games we are currently playing, it will return one day and be just as winnable for anyone who enters.
Then there’s the Coliseum where one man walks out of one of the most grueling battles of the year to become the Number One Contender and get his shot.
So for you to sit there and say that the people before you lacked opportunity is ridiculous. What the people before you did do, was not capitalize on their opportunity. You yourself got a shot at the World Title before you started the “I blazed a path…” crap and you, like so many before you…failed.
I’ve gone down a similar verbal road as you Roberto because like you claim, I want change. I want change though on a more global scale, and no moron, I’m not talking about world domination. Do you remember the years 1998-2002? Certain companies called it the Attitude Era, but that was just their company. Wrestling as a whole was entertaining. People tuned in each week to the drove of 6 million plus people watching each week on their television screens.
Now?
Now the ratings are abysmal and interest itself is at a seemingly all-time low. All the major companies have been hit and all have suffered declines because wrestling is just a male soap opera. It is more so now than ever. People want to see two guys, or girls, beat the hell out of each other to the point where although they know the results are rigged, they aren’t predictable.
This is where I step in. You say you’ve carried me this whole time? I say you’ve done no such thing because win, lose, or draw there is no better performer, there is no better WRESTLER than Mike Laszlo on this or any other planet.
The hypocritical speech that comes out of your mouth about being the best despite not being champion couldn’t be farther from any semblance of the truth Robbie. You, Lex, Xander, you can talk all you want about being the best, but until it is symbolized by you holding that top prize over everyone else, as you do for a few more days, you’re simply another wannabe at best. I myself at this very second, am a wannabe. I want to be the champion proving to the world and proving to you what I already know. You call it a prop; I call it recognition of superiority. No matter what, after this Sunday at Mind Games, when all the smoke has cleared, I’ll call it something else…MINE!!!
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Title: Ashley’s Downfall (Remain Strong)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 4:17 PM Eastern Standard Time
So I know I got through to her, but that damn heart of hers is really making this situation difficult. I had given the ticket to Ashley earlier in the day and she was in the middle of her workout. As I was leaving I saw her pounding away on the heavy bag. Rather than leave, I headed over toward her and grabbed a hold of the bag as she shot me a cute little smile before hammering away again.
Mike Laszlo: That’s right Ash, hit it hard and fast.
She continued slamming her fists into the bag when from her bag I could hear her phone ringing with a tone that I haven’t heard before. She ignores the little jingle and continues smacking the bag.
Mike Laszlo: Aren’t you going to get that?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nah, don’t worry about it.
Mike Laszlo: Alright.
She continued slamming the bag though her shots seem to be stronger and stronger with each passing blow. Finally, she over swings and falls forward. I manage to catch her and pull her back up to a vertical base.
Mike Laszlo: You okay?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah, just a tad annoyed.
Mike Laszlo: With what?
Ashley Mastrangelo: My brother.
Oh crap. This again? Really?
Mike Laszlo: What about him?
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s him calling me. He’s been ringing my phone off the hook for the last couple hours.
Mike Laszlo: And you haven’t answered at all?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nope. Staying strong.
Mike Laszlo: I’m proud of you.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Thanks. It’s really tough. I love him so much but I don’t want to get dragged back down that path to the bad ways.
Mike Laszlo: I won’t let you go that way. I’m here to keep you on the straight and narrow. I promised your father and your cousin and that’s the bottom line.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I know.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, go home and shower up because we gotta get ready for the plane ride to Atlanta for the show.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Alright.
Mike Laszlo: Are you going to be okay?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah, I’ll be fine.
Mike Laszlo: Okay, I’ll pick you up around six.
Ashley Mastrangelo: See ya then.
She took the gloves off her hands and dropped them on the ground next to the bag that I had then steadied. Grabbing her bag, she headed out of the gym into the bright sunlight that could blind someone the way it reflected off of the pure white snow.
5:30 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME
Pulling my phone from my pocket I give Ashley a call and wait for the ringing to be stopped. Eventually it is but not by whom I expected to answer it.
Voice: Who’s this?
Mike Laszlo: The name’s Mike Laszlo. I’m looking for Ashley, who’s this?
Voice: Don’t you matter who this is punk. She ain’t available.
Mike Laszlo: I’m supposed to take her to a show tonight and we have to go in like fifteen minutes.
Voice: I said she can’t go pal.
Mike Laszlo: You meet me out front.
Voice: I ain’t got time for you.
All of a sudden I hear Ashley scream my name.
Mike Laszlo: Make time.
Hanging up the phone, I get out of my car and stand on the passenger side leaned up against the side of the car with my arms crossed. I watch as the door to her apartment building opens up and from it steps a normal sized guy in a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans with a toothpick in his mouth and a Fedora cap on his head.
Mike Laszlo: Who the hell are you?
Man: Name’s Rocko.
Mike Laszlo: Really? How about a real name? Last name maybe?
”Rocko”: Mastrangelo. Rocko Mastrangelo.
Mike Laszlo: (Shaking my head.) Whatever. Where’s your sister?
”Rocko”: How you know she’s my sis.
Mike Laszlo: I’m not as stupid as you are. Where is she?
”Rocko”: I told you, she ain’t available.
As he said that he pulled his shirt up a bit to show off his gun in his waistband. A grin comes over my face.
Mike Laszlo: Listen to me and listen good kid. You pull that pea shooter you call a gun from your waistband, and I’ll shove it so far up your ass that you’ll be ****ting bullets for a week.
Feeling offended he starts to reach for the gun, but by the time he was able to pull it out I rushed him and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back, quickly causing him to drop the gun.
Mike Laszlo: This is pathetic. You’re a punk ass wannabe gangster who is trying to take your sister down a really bad path. I am trying to keep her out from under your shadow. You’re a prick and she’s a beautiful young girl who shouldn’t go down the path you’ve gone down. So I’m going to ask you one more time…where is she.
”Rocko”: Alright, I give. She’s inside.
Mike Laszlo: Go and get her and let her go. Don’t bother her again.
Turning him toward the door, I shove him forward and point to the building.
Mike Laszlo: GO!
”Rocko”: What about my gu…
Mike Laszlo: Shut up and go.
Dejected, he turns toward the building and a few moments later, Ashley emerges with her suitcase. The two of us get in the car and head for the airport.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What did you do?
Mike Laszlo: Your punk brother pulled a gun on me.
Ashley Mastrangelo: He did? Are you okay?
Mike Laszlo: I’m fine. I ripped his arm behind his back, he dropped the gun, I told him to get you and called him out for being a punk ass wannabe gangster. I told him if he ever does something like this again, I’d make his life hell.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m sorry for…
Mike Laszlo: No, no, no. Don’t you apologize for his stupidity. You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong.
Ashley Mastrangelo: But…
Mike Laszlo: No buts. You and me are headed to Atlanta and we’re gonna have a great time.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Sounds good to me. I need a weekend away from this.
Mike Laszlo: Here we go.
We head off to the airport where the plane awaits.
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Roberto, you got it all wrong and that’s what happens when you don’t listen to the words and just wait for the sound to stop.
I said you need the World Title to prove you are the best in this company. That’s why I want it. When I said I would move on, it wouldn’t be happily. I’ll be pissed off as anyone else who loses would be. What I meant and said is that if I don’t win, I lose nothing.
People realize that I can hang with you inside that ring and they sure as hell know that I can trump you on this microphone and they will always know that.
If and I mean a big IF I lose this coming Sunday, I lose no prestige.
My claims don’t suddenly become unfounded.
I simply move on and when the opportunity arises once more, I seize it.
HOWEVER…the opportunity is right now. This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for, for quite some time and I don’t plan on waiting for the next one to seize the moment.
You can talk me down all you want, only to talk me up as an “eventual” contender, but the fact of the matter is this Berto…
I’m a contender NOW!
I’m a threat to your title reign…NOW!
You better watch yourself because Sunday night when I’m done with you, I’ll be able to say that I am the NCW Champion…NOW!
Now though, I’m going to give you and the world a stipulation for our match. I was going to wait until Mind Games but the suspense is just killing me.
The match that you and I are going to have at Mind Games is grueling.
The match should offer a winner with absolutely no excuses.
There is no fluke victory in this match.
Not only all that, but the match is going to be an hour long.
This Sunday, in the center of that ring at a Pay Per View entitled Mind Games, it will be Roberto Verona defending the World Title against Mike Laszlo in an IRON MAN MATCH!
This Sunday Roberto, the Mind Games will be over, and it will be me who proves to be the master. Bring your “A” Game Robbie, and still, prepare to lose that precious gold around your waist.
Despite what I’ve said in the past and despite what you think, I do listen to the words that come out of your mouth. How else would I know that it’s meaningless dribble that makes no sense to anybody except for you?
You come out here week after week and proclaim that you are the reason that the young guns are getting a shot at glory. You claim that before you became World Champion that there was never a shot for anyone like yourself let alone someone like me without friends in high places to get a shot at the all so mighty ascension you have taken.
How wrong could you be? How stupid could you possibly be?
Road to the Gold?
The Riot?
The Coliseum?
That’s three separate occasions on which any unknown can rise up and claim that imaginary brass ring you speak of. The most rigged any of those can get is Road to the Gold based on booking.
The Riot? Although it has been reshaped into the Mind Games we are currently playing, it will return one day and be just as winnable for anyone who enters.
Then there’s the Coliseum where one man walks out of one of the most grueling battles of the year to become the Number One Contender and get his shot.
So for you to sit there and say that the people before you lacked opportunity is ridiculous. What the people before you did do, was not capitalize on their opportunity. You yourself got a shot at the World Title before you started the “I blazed a path…” crap and you, like so many before you…failed.
I’ve gone down a similar verbal road as you Roberto because like you claim, I want change. I want change though on a more global scale, and no moron, I’m not talking about world domination. Do you remember the years 1998-2002? Certain companies called it the Attitude Era, but that was just their company. Wrestling as a whole was entertaining. People tuned in each week to the drove of 6 million plus people watching each week on their television screens.
Now?
Now the ratings are abysmal and interest itself is at a seemingly all-time low. All the major companies have been hit and all have suffered declines because wrestling is just a male soap opera. It is more so now than ever. People want to see two guys, or girls, beat the hell out of each other to the point where although they know the results are rigged, they aren’t predictable.
This is where I step in. You say you’ve carried me this whole time? I say you’ve done no such thing because win, lose, or draw there is no better performer, there is no better WRESTLER than Mike Laszlo on this or any other planet.
The hypocritical speech that comes out of your mouth about being the best despite not being champion couldn’t be farther from any semblance of the truth Robbie. You, Lex, Xander, you can talk all you want about being the best, but until it is symbolized by you holding that top prize over everyone else, as you do for a few more days, you’re simply another wannabe at best. I myself at this very second, am a wannabe. I want to be the champion proving to the world and proving to you what I already know. You call it a prop; I call it recognition of superiority. No matter what, after this Sunday at Mind Games, when all the smoke has cleared, I’ll call it something else…MINE!!!
====================
Title: Ashley’s Downfall (Remain Strong)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 4:17 PM Eastern Standard Time
So I know I got through to her, but that damn heart of hers is really making this situation difficult. I had given the ticket to Ashley earlier in the day and she was in the middle of her workout. As I was leaving I saw her pounding away on the heavy bag. Rather than leave, I headed over toward her and grabbed a hold of the bag as she shot me a cute little smile before hammering away again.
Mike Laszlo: That’s right Ash, hit it hard and fast.
She continued slamming her fists into the bag when from her bag I could hear her phone ringing with a tone that I haven’t heard before. She ignores the little jingle and continues smacking the bag.
Mike Laszlo: Aren’t you going to get that?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nah, don’t worry about it.
Mike Laszlo: Alright.
She continued slamming the bag though her shots seem to be stronger and stronger with each passing blow. Finally, she over swings and falls forward. I manage to catch her and pull her back up to a vertical base.
Mike Laszlo: You okay?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah, just a tad annoyed.
Mike Laszlo: With what?
Ashley Mastrangelo: My brother.
Oh crap. This again? Really?
Mike Laszlo: What about him?
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s him calling me. He’s been ringing my phone off the hook for the last couple hours.
Mike Laszlo: And you haven’t answered at all?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nope. Staying strong.
Mike Laszlo: I’m proud of you.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Thanks. It’s really tough. I love him so much but I don’t want to get dragged back down that path to the bad ways.
Mike Laszlo: I won’t let you go that way. I’m here to keep you on the straight and narrow. I promised your father and your cousin and that’s the bottom line.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I know.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, go home and shower up because we gotta get ready for the plane ride to Atlanta for the show.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Alright.
Mike Laszlo: Are you going to be okay?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah, I’ll be fine.
Mike Laszlo: Okay, I’ll pick you up around six.
Ashley Mastrangelo: See ya then.
She took the gloves off her hands and dropped them on the ground next to the bag that I had then steadied. Grabbing her bag, she headed out of the gym into the bright sunlight that could blind someone the way it reflected off of the pure white snow.
5:30 PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME
Pulling my phone from my pocket I give Ashley a call and wait for the ringing to be stopped. Eventually it is but not by whom I expected to answer it.
Voice: Who’s this?
Mike Laszlo: The name’s Mike Laszlo. I’m looking for Ashley, who’s this?
Voice: Don’t you matter who this is punk. She ain’t available.
Mike Laszlo: I’m supposed to take her to a show tonight and we have to go in like fifteen minutes.
Voice: I said she can’t go pal.
Mike Laszlo: You meet me out front.
Voice: I ain’t got time for you.
All of a sudden I hear Ashley scream my name.
Mike Laszlo: Make time.
Hanging up the phone, I get out of my car and stand on the passenger side leaned up against the side of the car with my arms crossed. I watch as the door to her apartment building opens up and from it steps a normal sized guy in a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans with a toothpick in his mouth and a Fedora cap on his head.
Mike Laszlo: Who the hell are you?
Man: Name’s Rocko.
Mike Laszlo: Really? How about a real name? Last name maybe?
”Rocko”: Mastrangelo. Rocko Mastrangelo.
Mike Laszlo: (Shaking my head.) Whatever. Where’s your sister?
”Rocko”: How you know she’s my sis.
Mike Laszlo: I’m not as stupid as you are. Where is she?
”Rocko”: I told you, she ain’t available.
As he said that he pulled his shirt up a bit to show off his gun in his waistband. A grin comes over my face.
Mike Laszlo: Listen to me and listen good kid. You pull that pea shooter you call a gun from your waistband, and I’ll shove it so far up your ass that you’ll be ****ting bullets for a week.
Feeling offended he starts to reach for the gun, but by the time he was able to pull it out I rushed him and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back, quickly causing him to drop the gun.
Mike Laszlo: This is pathetic. You’re a punk ass wannabe gangster who is trying to take your sister down a really bad path. I am trying to keep her out from under your shadow. You’re a prick and she’s a beautiful young girl who shouldn’t go down the path you’ve gone down. So I’m going to ask you one more time…where is she.
”Rocko”: Alright, I give. She’s inside.
Mike Laszlo: Go and get her and let her go. Don’t bother her again.
Turning him toward the door, I shove him forward and point to the building.
Mike Laszlo: GO!
”Rocko”: What about my gu…
Mike Laszlo: Shut up and go.
Dejected, he turns toward the building and a few moments later, Ashley emerges with her suitcase. The two of us get in the car and head for the airport.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What did you do?
Mike Laszlo: Your punk brother pulled a gun on me.
Ashley Mastrangelo: He did? Are you okay?
Mike Laszlo: I’m fine. I ripped his arm behind his back, he dropped the gun, I told him to get you and called him out for being a punk ass wannabe gangster. I told him if he ever does something like this again, I’d make his life hell.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m sorry for…
Mike Laszlo: No, no, no. Don’t you apologize for his stupidity. You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong.
Ashley Mastrangelo: But…
Mike Laszlo: No buts. You and me are headed to Atlanta and we’re gonna have a great time.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Sounds good to me. I need a weekend away from this.
Mike Laszlo: Here we go.
We head off to the airport where the plane awaits.
====================
Roberto, you got it all wrong and that’s what happens when you don’t listen to the words and just wait for the sound to stop.
I said you need the World Title to prove you are the best in this company. That’s why I want it. When I said I would move on, it wouldn’t be happily. I’ll be pissed off as anyone else who loses would be. What I meant and said is that if I don’t win, I lose nothing.
People realize that I can hang with you inside that ring and they sure as hell know that I can trump you on this microphone and they will always know that.
If and I mean a big IF I lose this coming Sunday, I lose no prestige.
My claims don’t suddenly become unfounded.
I simply move on and when the opportunity arises once more, I seize it.
HOWEVER…the opportunity is right now. This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for, for quite some time and I don’t plan on waiting for the next one to seize the moment.
You can talk me down all you want, only to talk me up as an “eventual” contender, but the fact of the matter is this Berto…
I’m a contender NOW!
I’m a threat to your title reign…NOW!
You better watch yourself because Sunday night when I’m done with you, I’ll be able to say that I am the NCW Champion…NOW!
Now though, I’m going to give you and the world a stipulation for our match. I was going to wait until Mind Games but the suspense is just killing me.
The match that you and I are going to have at Mind Games is grueling.
The match should offer a winner with absolutely no excuses.
There is no fluke victory in this match.
Not only all that, but the match is going to be an hour long.
This Sunday, in the center of that ring at a Pay Per View entitled Mind Games, it will be Roberto Verona defending the World Title against Mike Laszlo in an IRON MAN MATCH!
This Sunday Roberto, the Mind Games will be over, and it will be me who proves to be the master. Bring your “A” Game Robbie, and still, prepare to lose that precious gold around your waist.