Post by Mike Laszlo on Feb 1, 2013 22:49:03 GMT -6
The final battle is truly upon us. Sunday, February 3rd, 2013; Pay Per View, Metamorphosis, Cell match.
It will be Mike Laszlo versus Roberto Verona for the New Championship Wrestling World Title.
If I lose, I don’t get another shot at the World Title until somebody else takes it from Verona.
Good thing for me…I won’t have to wait.
Call it cockiness. Call it confidence. Call if foolishness. Call it what you will, but the fact of the matter is as follows:
This Sunday, both Roberto and I will walk through the door into the gates of hell and damnation itself.
We will duke it out probably to the point where the two of us will be so physically exhausted, it would be a miracle if anyone simply walked out.
Mark my words however, that by the end of the night. By the end of the Pay Per View. When the dust settles, the flames subside, and the Cell is raised, we will know one thing for sure. When all of that happens, we will truly know who indeed the better man is.
For the last two months, at the last two Pay Per Views, I’ve been so close to victory that I could have packed the title into my bag, only to be thwarted by Lex Sense and a boot to the head, and a punch to the face.
Something else has happened in those two months though, and no I don’t mean my ascension into the upper echelon of this company. What I’m talking about is the demeanor of our champion.
When he picked me to be the Number One Contender in December, he was thinking one thing…here is this asshole spouting off at the mouth and it’s time to shut him up once and for all. Little did Roberto know that when he picked me out of the members of this roster that he was going to get more mentally and physically than he has ever gotten in his life. He’s been on the cusp of losing that belt twice now, and each time that he’s narrowly escaped, he was unable to prove that he himself was the better man.
Now, two months later, he not only has doubters, but deep down inside, though he’ll never admit it, he has doubts of his own. Here he stands in front of the world, the belt thrown over his shoulder, still with something to prove. Roberto needs to prove not only to himself, but to you the critics, you…the people, that he is better than some “nobody” that he chose out of “obscurity.”
At Breaking Away, he passed out to the Heavenly Intervention and everybody could see it. Everybody knew that his hand would drop for a third time and the world was screwed as was I because Kelly didn’t have faith in her chosen champion, sending in the giant to make the save.
At Mind Games, Verona did himself in, yet saved his precious title all at the same time, proving that he is no moron. He knew the rules, and he used them to his benefit. I had him up in the air, ready to bring my knee to his face when he was pulled from my shoulders, again by Lex Sense. He didn’t like that the giant helped him, took offense, pie faced him, pissed him off, and got me punched in the face causing the disqualification for the final fall, resulting in a retention of the title.
Fast forward to this Sunday where there will be a Cell surrounding the ring by order of Verona himself, and Kelly Fox. Anyone who interferes will be fired if on the roster, and prosecuted if not on the roster. Roberto has gone the extra mile to make sure that this match is one-on-one, mono-y-mono. Rest assure, and know this as a fact, he didn’t do it for me. He didn’t do it so that I would have no excuses. He did it all for himself. He did it to prove you wrong. He hears the whispers as he walks through airports. He hears the same whispers as he sits at a restaurant and fans pass by. He hears you the people saying that I am the better man and it pisses him off to no end. He did what he did out of pride, and this Sunday, a show will be put on. The title… “Who Is Truly THE BEST This NCW Has To Offer.”
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Title: Wants Turns to Need (Can I Come?)
Location: New Orleans, Louisiana
Time: 10:01 AM Local Time
After a long night of driving, we arrived at the hotel around 11:07 PM New Orleans time. My body as well as the rest of us was still running on Eastern Time as we were in Florida for the three days prior. So even though it was 11:07 PM for the locals, it was after midnight for me after a five hour drive. Needless to say, I was exhausted. Anyway, I woke up about ten in the morning local time, sat up in my bed and looked around to see that everyone else was still sound asleep.
Looking over at my phone I saw the little alert light was blinking and picked it up off the nightstand in between two of the beds. As I flipped through the screen I saw that there was an email from Tia Torres, the lady who runs Villalobos Rescue Center in the 9th Ward of New Orleans. She had read the email I sent her last night and said that she could meet us anytime today as she would be at the facility all day unless something came up. Also in the email was a number to call the center and get in contact with her. Realizing everyone was still asleep; I threw on a pair of workout shorts, and a t-shirt and walked to the door, throwing my shoes on and heading down to the lobby where I sat and dialed the number from the email. After a few rings, Tia answered herself.
Tia Torres: Villalobos Rescue Center, this is Tia?
Mike Laszlo: Yes, my name is Mike Laszlo. I sent you an email last night about wanting to adopt a dog.
Tia Torres: That’s right, I responded this morning. How are you?
Mike Laszlo: Not too bad. We were in Tallahassee, Florida last night, and I figured, what was a five hour drive to look at a dog.
Tia Torres: Wow, long trip.
Mike Laszlo: Tell me about it. Anyway in the email, it said we could stop by anytime, is that still appropriate?
Tia Torres: Yeah. Nothing going on.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, well I was the first one to wake up. So, we should be their around eleven.
Tia Torres: Okay, sounds good; can’t wait to meet you and your family.
Mike Laszlo: Sounds good, I’ll see you then.
Tia Torres: Okay. Bye, bye.
Hanging up the phone, I knew I had a dastardly deed stirring in my head. What kind of mean way could I wake up all the girls? Then an idea popped into my head as I jumped out of the chair and headed back to our room. Opening the door I saw that they were all starting to stir but nobody was truly awake yet. I closed the door softly as not to disturb anyone then turned toward them all.
Mike Laszlo: SNAAAAAKE! JESUS CHRIST! BIG SNAKE!
Instantly they all jumped up and started screaming which I’m sure didn’t please our neighbors to either side, but honestly…I didn’t care.
Lindsay Laszlo: Where!? Snake!? Where!?
Alexis Caffrey: Oh my God, KILL IT!
Britney was screaming, grabbing hold of Lindsay’s leg. I meanwhile couldn’t contain myself any longer and started laughing hysterically.
Mike Laszlo: OH MY GOD! I got you guys so good.
The screaming stopped and everyone looked at me, the two older girls with a glare, Britney with a playful smile.
Britney Laszlo: Silly Daddy.
Alexis Caffrey: I so hate you right this second.
Lindsay Laszlo: (Throwing a pillow in my direction.) Me too.
Finally I was able to contain my hilarity as I picked the pillow up off the floor and looked up, tossing it back onto the bed.
Mike Laszlo: Chop, chop. We got to be their around eleven. You got forty-five minutes to get ready.
They did their thing and I did mine, and forty-five minutes later we were headed to Villalobos Rescue Center. As we got out of the car, we were met by Tia who always seems to come off on TV, and now in person, as very vibrant with her bright red hair being her main quality. She walked over to the car to greet me as everyone else was getting out.
Tia Torres: Hi! Welcome. I’m Tia Torres and this is Villalobos Rescue Center, home to about fourteen people and over a hundred and fifty dogs.
Britney Laszlo: That’s a lot of puppies.
Tia Torres: It sure is. What’s your name sweetie?
Britney Laszlo: Britney.
Tia Torres: That’s a pretty name. Do you want a puppy today?
Britney nods her head in excitement. Tia then turns to me.
Tia Torres: Well, maybe we can talk your dad into getting one.
Mike Laszlo: Probably won’t be too hard.
Tia Torres: And who else do we have here?
Mike Laszlo: (Pointing at Lindsay.) This is my sister-in-law Lindsay. (Now pointing to Alexis.) And that’s Alexis. I’m obviously Mike.
Tia Torres: Kinda figured that.
We all shared in a laugh.
Tia Torres: Well, follow me and we’ll talk and show you some of the dogs we have.
Mike Laszlo: Lead the way.
She turned and led us into an area where she takes most of her potential adopters and we all sat and talked for a bit. She was asking questions when a young lady, who we knew from the show to be her daughter, Tania, walked into the room followed by her younger sister, Mariah. As I looked over my shoulder to see them coming into the room, Mariah had a shocked look on her face.
Mariah Harmony: Holy crap!
This shocked Tia being the mother and all.
Tia Torres: What is it?
Mariah Harmony: I know that guy.
I was confused at first.
Mike Laszlo: Huh?
Mariah Harmony: You’re Mike Laszlo.
Mike Laszlo: That’s right.
Mariah Harmony: You’re a wrestler. You work for New Championship Wrestling. I watch that all the time!
Mike Laszlo: Guilty.
Mariah Harmony: Mom, why didn’t you tell me we had a celebrity.
Tia Torres: Well, I didn’t know.
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know if I would go that far.
Mariah Harmony: Stop. You’re awesome.
Mike Laszlo: Thank you.
Mariah Harmony: Are you here for a dog?
Mike Laszlo: Yes ma’am.
Mariah Harmony: Mom, this would be awesome for the show. Remember the response when Zach Randolph was on?
Tia Torres: (Looking at me.) Would you be interested in being on the show? Featuring your adoption?
Mike Laszlo: I wouldn’t mind at all. I watch the show all the time.
Tia Torres: Great. (Looking at a few guys off to the side.) Guys, flip the cameras on. We’re gonna use this one for the show.
Two guys grab hold of cameras and start getting in position as Tia instructs her daughters on what to do as far as what dogs to bring out. As the cameras were rolling and she was bringing out a couple dogs her phone rang, and she excused herself as the daughters inquired more about my wrestling career.
Tania Torres: I watch too. So you got a big fight coming up huh?
Mike Laszlo: That I do. The World Championship is on the line.
Mariah Harmony: You’ve looked great against Roberto the last couple months. I hope you kick his ass this time.
Mike Laszlo: (With a slight chuckle…) I’ll do what I can. Who knows, by the time you guys come for a home check, I might have a shiny gold belt.
Mariah Harmony: By chance, could we get your…
Before she could finish, Tia interrupted.
Tia Torres: Sorry to interrupt. There’s a rescue to go to. Would you mind if we continued this later?
I looked at the rest of my family who understood what was going on. They nodded in agreement and started to the door. Then I turned to Tia.
Mike Laszlo: Would you mind if I tagged along?
Tia Torres: What experience do you have with Pit Bulls?
Mike Laszlo: Raised around them for my entire life. I got this.
Tia Torres: I’ll need all the help I can get. You’re in.
I turned to the girls and instructed them to go back to the hotel. I was going to stay and help. They agreed and headed off. I then turned to Tia.
Mike Laszlo: Where do I start?
Tia Torres: Won’t lie, I’m glad to have a little muscle on this. I’m gonna get a few guys, and we’re going to a place where we might not be wanted.
Mike Laszlo: Hey, if it involves saving dogs, let’s go. This’ll make for good TV.
She rounded up a few of her guys, grabbed some carriers, and we all got in the car and headed out to the scene. This scene fades on the back of the vehicle driving away.
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So what will be the sequel to our epic show Sunday?
Who exactly will be noticed as the best that this company has to offer?
The sequel already has a title Roberto, “Mike Laszlo”.
I have no worry whatsoever about the stipulation placed before me. I have no worry that I will no longer be able to challenge you for the World Title if I lose because in all honesty and to be as blunt as possible, I plan to win.
I WILL WIN!
Roberto, I know what lengths you’ll go to in order to retain your title this Sunday at Metamorphosis and I assure you with not a fiber of doubt that they are nowhere near the levels I will go to obtain said title. I have killed in that ring Roberto and if that’s what I have to do in order to take that belt, it’s what I’ll do. You will lie their motionless, clutching with the last of your being at that belt, and then I will take it from your cold dead fingers, and I won’t have a single ounce of remorse. Not a single drop of sympathy. I won’t care. I’ll take that belt, I’ll raise it high overhead, and the thousands of people in the arena, and the millions watching globally be it in their hut, shack, apartment, house, penthouse, or hell even in a homeless shelter in Harlem or Los Angeles they will stand united, and stand proud as I am proclaimed CHAMPION!
They will stand united and make a defining statement, “That man has arrived!”
Then, after Metamorphosis, you’ll hear a different whisper. It may even escalate into a voice in your head that you will hear when there isn’t a soul around. It will utter four words that will haunt you until your next title opportunity, “I told you so.”
After this Sunday, they won’t be talking about Roberto Verona blazing a path to greatness. They won’t talk about how you single-handedly dispelled the notion of the newer talent being held down.
The only thing they will remember is that on February 3rd, 2013, Roberto Verona lost to Mike Laszlo inside the Cell.
They’ll remember that when you couldn’t have a giant backing you up, when there were no more ways to escape via technicality, you were out wrestled by a man who on that day proved he was better than you.
They’ll remember that you were out classed by a man who wanted it more than you.
They’ll remember that I said on this day, February 1st, 2013, that I am walking into the Cell at Metamorphosis the Number One Contender, and that I guarantee you that I am walking out of Metamorphosis as the new NCW Champion.
They’ll remember Roberto…will you?
It will be Mike Laszlo versus Roberto Verona for the New Championship Wrestling World Title.
If I lose, I don’t get another shot at the World Title until somebody else takes it from Verona.
Good thing for me…I won’t have to wait.
Call it cockiness. Call it confidence. Call if foolishness. Call it what you will, but the fact of the matter is as follows:
This Sunday, both Roberto and I will walk through the door into the gates of hell and damnation itself.
We will duke it out probably to the point where the two of us will be so physically exhausted, it would be a miracle if anyone simply walked out.
Mark my words however, that by the end of the night. By the end of the Pay Per View. When the dust settles, the flames subside, and the Cell is raised, we will know one thing for sure. When all of that happens, we will truly know who indeed the better man is.
For the last two months, at the last two Pay Per Views, I’ve been so close to victory that I could have packed the title into my bag, only to be thwarted by Lex Sense and a boot to the head, and a punch to the face.
Something else has happened in those two months though, and no I don’t mean my ascension into the upper echelon of this company. What I’m talking about is the demeanor of our champion.
When he picked me to be the Number One Contender in December, he was thinking one thing…here is this asshole spouting off at the mouth and it’s time to shut him up once and for all. Little did Roberto know that when he picked me out of the members of this roster that he was going to get more mentally and physically than he has ever gotten in his life. He’s been on the cusp of losing that belt twice now, and each time that he’s narrowly escaped, he was unable to prove that he himself was the better man.
Now, two months later, he not only has doubters, but deep down inside, though he’ll never admit it, he has doubts of his own. Here he stands in front of the world, the belt thrown over his shoulder, still with something to prove. Roberto needs to prove not only to himself, but to you the critics, you…the people, that he is better than some “nobody” that he chose out of “obscurity.”
At Breaking Away, he passed out to the Heavenly Intervention and everybody could see it. Everybody knew that his hand would drop for a third time and the world was screwed as was I because Kelly didn’t have faith in her chosen champion, sending in the giant to make the save.
At Mind Games, Verona did himself in, yet saved his precious title all at the same time, proving that he is no moron. He knew the rules, and he used them to his benefit. I had him up in the air, ready to bring my knee to his face when he was pulled from my shoulders, again by Lex Sense. He didn’t like that the giant helped him, took offense, pie faced him, pissed him off, and got me punched in the face causing the disqualification for the final fall, resulting in a retention of the title.
Fast forward to this Sunday where there will be a Cell surrounding the ring by order of Verona himself, and Kelly Fox. Anyone who interferes will be fired if on the roster, and prosecuted if not on the roster. Roberto has gone the extra mile to make sure that this match is one-on-one, mono-y-mono. Rest assure, and know this as a fact, he didn’t do it for me. He didn’t do it so that I would have no excuses. He did it all for himself. He did it to prove you wrong. He hears the whispers as he walks through airports. He hears the same whispers as he sits at a restaurant and fans pass by. He hears you the people saying that I am the better man and it pisses him off to no end. He did what he did out of pride, and this Sunday, a show will be put on. The title… “Who Is Truly THE BEST This NCW Has To Offer.”
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Title: Wants Turns to Need (Can I Come?)
Location: New Orleans, Louisiana
Time: 10:01 AM Local Time
After a long night of driving, we arrived at the hotel around 11:07 PM New Orleans time. My body as well as the rest of us was still running on Eastern Time as we were in Florida for the three days prior. So even though it was 11:07 PM for the locals, it was after midnight for me after a five hour drive. Needless to say, I was exhausted. Anyway, I woke up about ten in the morning local time, sat up in my bed and looked around to see that everyone else was still sound asleep.
Looking over at my phone I saw the little alert light was blinking and picked it up off the nightstand in between two of the beds. As I flipped through the screen I saw that there was an email from Tia Torres, the lady who runs Villalobos Rescue Center in the 9th Ward of New Orleans. She had read the email I sent her last night and said that she could meet us anytime today as she would be at the facility all day unless something came up. Also in the email was a number to call the center and get in contact with her. Realizing everyone was still asleep; I threw on a pair of workout shorts, and a t-shirt and walked to the door, throwing my shoes on and heading down to the lobby where I sat and dialed the number from the email. After a few rings, Tia answered herself.
Tia Torres: Villalobos Rescue Center, this is Tia?
Mike Laszlo: Yes, my name is Mike Laszlo. I sent you an email last night about wanting to adopt a dog.
Tia Torres: That’s right, I responded this morning. How are you?
Mike Laszlo: Not too bad. We were in Tallahassee, Florida last night, and I figured, what was a five hour drive to look at a dog.
Tia Torres: Wow, long trip.
Mike Laszlo: Tell me about it. Anyway in the email, it said we could stop by anytime, is that still appropriate?
Tia Torres: Yeah. Nothing going on.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, well I was the first one to wake up. So, we should be their around eleven.
Tia Torres: Okay, sounds good; can’t wait to meet you and your family.
Mike Laszlo: Sounds good, I’ll see you then.
Tia Torres: Okay. Bye, bye.
Hanging up the phone, I knew I had a dastardly deed stirring in my head. What kind of mean way could I wake up all the girls? Then an idea popped into my head as I jumped out of the chair and headed back to our room. Opening the door I saw that they were all starting to stir but nobody was truly awake yet. I closed the door softly as not to disturb anyone then turned toward them all.
Mike Laszlo: SNAAAAAKE! JESUS CHRIST! BIG SNAKE!
Instantly they all jumped up and started screaming which I’m sure didn’t please our neighbors to either side, but honestly…I didn’t care.
Lindsay Laszlo: Where!? Snake!? Where!?
Alexis Caffrey: Oh my God, KILL IT!
Britney was screaming, grabbing hold of Lindsay’s leg. I meanwhile couldn’t contain myself any longer and started laughing hysterically.
Mike Laszlo: OH MY GOD! I got you guys so good.
The screaming stopped and everyone looked at me, the two older girls with a glare, Britney with a playful smile.
Britney Laszlo: Silly Daddy.
Alexis Caffrey: I so hate you right this second.
Lindsay Laszlo: (Throwing a pillow in my direction.) Me too.
Finally I was able to contain my hilarity as I picked the pillow up off the floor and looked up, tossing it back onto the bed.
Mike Laszlo: Chop, chop. We got to be their around eleven. You got forty-five minutes to get ready.
They did their thing and I did mine, and forty-five minutes later we were headed to Villalobos Rescue Center. As we got out of the car, we were met by Tia who always seems to come off on TV, and now in person, as very vibrant with her bright red hair being her main quality. She walked over to the car to greet me as everyone else was getting out.
Tia Torres: Hi! Welcome. I’m Tia Torres and this is Villalobos Rescue Center, home to about fourteen people and over a hundred and fifty dogs.
Britney Laszlo: That’s a lot of puppies.
Tia Torres: It sure is. What’s your name sweetie?
Britney Laszlo: Britney.
Tia Torres: That’s a pretty name. Do you want a puppy today?
Britney nods her head in excitement. Tia then turns to me.
Tia Torres: Well, maybe we can talk your dad into getting one.
Mike Laszlo: Probably won’t be too hard.
Tia Torres: And who else do we have here?
Mike Laszlo: (Pointing at Lindsay.) This is my sister-in-law Lindsay. (Now pointing to Alexis.) And that’s Alexis. I’m obviously Mike.
Tia Torres: Kinda figured that.
We all shared in a laugh.
Tia Torres: Well, follow me and we’ll talk and show you some of the dogs we have.
Mike Laszlo: Lead the way.
She turned and led us into an area where she takes most of her potential adopters and we all sat and talked for a bit. She was asking questions when a young lady, who we knew from the show to be her daughter, Tania, walked into the room followed by her younger sister, Mariah. As I looked over my shoulder to see them coming into the room, Mariah had a shocked look on her face.
Mariah Harmony: Holy crap!
This shocked Tia being the mother and all.
Tia Torres: What is it?
Mariah Harmony: I know that guy.
I was confused at first.
Mike Laszlo: Huh?
Mariah Harmony: You’re Mike Laszlo.
Mike Laszlo: That’s right.
Mariah Harmony: You’re a wrestler. You work for New Championship Wrestling. I watch that all the time!
Mike Laszlo: Guilty.
Mariah Harmony: Mom, why didn’t you tell me we had a celebrity.
Tia Torres: Well, I didn’t know.
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know if I would go that far.
Mariah Harmony: Stop. You’re awesome.
Mike Laszlo: Thank you.
Mariah Harmony: Are you here for a dog?
Mike Laszlo: Yes ma’am.
Mariah Harmony: Mom, this would be awesome for the show. Remember the response when Zach Randolph was on?
Tia Torres: (Looking at me.) Would you be interested in being on the show? Featuring your adoption?
Mike Laszlo: I wouldn’t mind at all. I watch the show all the time.
Tia Torres: Great. (Looking at a few guys off to the side.) Guys, flip the cameras on. We’re gonna use this one for the show.
Two guys grab hold of cameras and start getting in position as Tia instructs her daughters on what to do as far as what dogs to bring out. As the cameras were rolling and she was bringing out a couple dogs her phone rang, and she excused herself as the daughters inquired more about my wrestling career.
Tania Torres: I watch too. So you got a big fight coming up huh?
Mike Laszlo: That I do. The World Championship is on the line.
Mariah Harmony: You’ve looked great against Roberto the last couple months. I hope you kick his ass this time.
Mike Laszlo: (With a slight chuckle…) I’ll do what I can. Who knows, by the time you guys come for a home check, I might have a shiny gold belt.
Mariah Harmony: By chance, could we get your…
Before she could finish, Tia interrupted.
Tia Torres: Sorry to interrupt. There’s a rescue to go to. Would you mind if we continued this later?
I looked at the rest of my family who understood what was going on. They nodded in agreement and started to the door. Then I turned to Tia.
Mike Laszlo: Would you mind if I tagged along?
Tia Torres: What experience do you have with Pit Bulls?
Mike Laszlo: Raised around them for my entire life. I got this.
Tia Torres: I’ll need all the help I can get. You’re in.
I turned to the girls and instructed them to go back to the hotel. I was going to stay and help. They agreed and headed off. I then turned to Tia.
Mike Laszlo: Where do I start?
Tia Torres: Won’t lie, I’m glad to have a little muscle on this. I’m gonna get a few guys, and we’re going to a place where we might not be wanted.
Mike Laszlo: Hey, if it involves saving dogs, let’s go. This’ll make for good TV.
She rounded up a few of her guys, grabbed some carriers, and we all got in the car and headed out to the scene. This scene fades on the back of the vehicle driving away.
====================
So what will be the sequel to our epic show Sunday?
Who exactly will be noticed as the best that this company has to offer?
The sequel already has a title Roberto, “Mike Laszlo”.
I have no worry whatsoever about the stipulation placed before me. I have no worry that I will no longer be able to challenge you for the World Title if I lose because in all honesty and to be as blunt as possible, I plan to win.
I WILL WIN!
Roberto, I know what lengths you’ll go to in order to retain your title this Sunday at Metamorphosis and I assure you with not a fiber of doubt that they are nowhere near the levels I will go to obtain said title. I have killed in that ring Roberto and if that’s what I have to do in order to take that belt, it’s what I’ll do. You will lie their motionless, clutching with the last of your being at that belt, and then I will take it from your cold dead fingers, and I won’t have a single ounce of remorse. Not a single drop of sympathy. I won’t care. I’ll take that belt, I’ll raise it high overhead, and the thousands of people in the arena, and the millions watching globally be it in their hut, shack, apartment, house, penthouse, or hell even in a homeless shelter in Harlem or Los Angeles they will stand united, and stand proud as I am proclaimed CHAMPION!
They will stand united and make a defining statement, “That man has arrived!”
Then, after Metamorphosis, you’ll hear a different whisper. It may even escalate into a voice in your head that you will hear when there isn’t a soul around. It will utter four words that will haunt you until your next title opportunity, “I told you so.”
After this Sunday, they won’t be talking about Roberto Verona blazing a path to greatness. They won’t talk about how you single-handedly dispelled the notion of the newer talent being held down.
The only thing they will remember is that on February 3rd, 2013, Roberto Verona lost to Mike Laszlo inside the Cell.
They’ll remember that when you couldn’t have a giant backing you up, when there were no more ways to escape via technicality, you were out wrestled by a man who on that day proved he was better than you.
They’ll remember that you were out classed by a man who wanted it more than you.
They’ll remember that I said on this day, February 1st, 2013, that I am walking into the Cell at Metamorphosis the Number One Contender, and that I guarantee you that I am walking out of Metamorphosis as the new NCW Champion.
They’ll remember Roberto…will you?