Post by Mike Laszlo on Mar 9, 2013 20:27:19 GMT -6
So ladies and gentlemen, here we are at a bit of a…CROSSROADS…no pun intended.
Wait…
Pun was totally intended, who are we kidding?
Last year around this time, I was busy getting praise from Spike Kane, who I then hit with a Cutter on concrete, before beating his little buddy Atreyu to retain the Honor Title.
Fast track a year and here I am vying for the National Title against two three time champions in Joe Everyman, and the current champion, The Ace. First and foremost, congratulations to Joe on this being his two hundred and fiftieth match in NCW. That in itself is a milestone that expresses loyalty to the NCW brand and longevity toward his career.
Unfortunately Joe, that’s as far as my praise goes for you this week. You see, after that bell rings, the nice guy leaves and the man who will become the next NCW National Champion will be the one standing across the ring from both you and The Ace, and you can bet your last dollar that he’s not walking out of that arena without that belt.
So, in closing as far as you’re concerned Joe. Two-fifty is a big deal and I will be the first to apologize to you for not allowing you to win it. I hope for your sake that you draw an easier foe for match two-fifty-one.
Now I focus on The Ace. A few weeks ago I told you that I live by three words in both my personal and business life.
WANT!
TAKE!
HAVE!
I told you I wanted your belt.
I told you I was going to take your belt.
After the match at Crossroads…I WILL HAVE YOUR BELT!
Joe Everyman being added to the equation doesn’t skew the inevitable from taking place.
You and I have gone back and forth with our little jabs for the past couple weeks, and I tell you now that on your end…it was all for not. Your mind games don’t work on me Ace. Your attacks from behind don’t prove you as the superior being, but only as a coward who knows that once again his National Title reign is nearing its end, and there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it. Your words that you will speak will ring hollow in the ears of the masses. Your words will ring hollow in both Joe’s ears and my own. Your words will ring hollow because they have no meaning. Everyone from the audience members to the cross-dressing camera man who sits at ringside in his skirt filming the action knows, that when it comes to you holding on to a title, your number of days as champion is equivalent to the number of seconds you can hold an erection…somewhere in the thirties.
This Sunday at Crossroads, the three of us walk in, The Ace as champion. By the time the fighting is over…I walk out…CHAMPION!
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Title: Who In The Blue Hell Are You? (Past Revisits)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
11:01 AM Local Time
So now that the construction of Villalobos Northeast is on the way, and the manager of the facility is hired, we play the waiting game. It should be a couple of months before everything is setup to the right specifications. Until then, its business as usual, as it starts with an autograph signing. The place was Great Lakes Mall about forty minutes outside of the Cleveland area. I had been here an hour already, signing autographs, taking pictures, and later today it would be a question and answer session with the adoring public as setup by my beautiful associate, Ms. Alexis Caffrey. Great timing seeing as how my match with Joe Everyman and The Ace is for the National Title…my fourth title shot in four months, because yes, I am that damn good. The setup in the auditorium section of the building where these types of events are held was going smoothly as I would move from my little table to the stage in about a half hour. So I continued with my signings and whatnot then Alexis walked up behind me and whispered into my ear.
Alexis Caffrey: (In a delicate whisper.) You got about five minutes until we move over to the stage.
I nod to in agreement as I sign the autograph presented before me. Then before moving on to the next signing I stand up and look down the line of people.
Mike Laszlo: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages; in about five minutes, we’ll be moving to the auditorium for the question and answer portion of this meet and greet. If I don’t get to you, try to catch me after that and I will do what I can.
Sitting back down in my chair, I resume my signings and take a few more pictures until Alexis taps me on the shoulder, giving me the signal to move on. Finishing yet another autograph I stand once more.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, folks, we’re headed to the question and answer. If I didn’t get to you, stick around and I will hang for an extra hour.
Proceeding down the hall a bit, I turn into the auditorium and head for the stage with a nice bit of NCW and Mike Laszlo fans in toe. As I head up to the stage and get handed a microphone, the people take their seats. Glancing over the group, I’d say there was a nice turnout of a couple hundred people. One of the stage directors walks over and tries to grab the microphone for the introduction but I place my hand on his shoulder and move him aside.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry, I got this.
This elicits a chuckle from the crowd as the dejected stage manager walks off to the side and cues me in.
Mike Laszlo: First and foremost, I’d like to thank everyone for showing up here. Second of all stage-monkey, if you ever wave your hand at me like that again, I’ll chop your hand off and smack you with it if you understand what I’m saying.
There’s another bit of laughter as I turn my attention to the masses.
Mike Laszlo: That said, is there anyone here who has questions that they want to be answered?
Hands go up around the room.
Mike Laszlo: Good. Good. I’ll get to each and every one of your questions. When I call on you, a man with a microphone will run up to you. Don’t be afraid, he’s not a rapist, do not, and I repeat, DO NOT punch him in the face okay? When he comes up to you, state your name and where you’re from, expect a response, then we’ll go from there okay?
I skim the room at the massive amount of hands and choose a tall, thin young lady in the middle with a maroon sweater on, and dark hair auburn hair.
Mike Laszlo: You in the maroon sweater.
As told, the man with the microphone runs up to the young lady who does as instructed.
Maroon Sweater Fan: My name is Michelle Ellis from Akron, Ohio.
Mike Laszlo: Nice to meet you Michelle, and may I add that you look lovely today.
The young girl smiles and shows a red tint in her cheeks before continuing with her question.
Michelle Ellis: I was wondering how you feel physically even though it’s been a month since that brutal cell match with Roberto Verona.
My patented sly grin comes over my face as I bring the microphone upward.
Mike Laszlo: Well, as you said, it’s been a month. For the most part I’m heeled. Despite what other people may think…Jake Conway being one of those said people, there’s nothing wrong with me. There’s no excuse for coming up short. This Sunday, I walk right into that match, I beat Joe Everyman and The Ace, and I become the National Champion. Next.
The sea of hands goes up again and I pick a man with fiery red hair, and a horrible handlebar mustache who was obviously Irish and that fact was made more known when he spoke.
Irish Fan: My name is O’Reilly McManson from Dublin, Ohio.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. I mean come on, what were the odds.
Mike Laszlo: An Irishman from Dublin. What a coincidence. What’s your question?
O’Reilly McManson: Fella, I was wondering, once you become National Champion, then what?
Another good question. These NCW fans…more specifically, my fans, are pretty smart people. Nodding my head to approve of the question, I answer.
Mike Laszlo: Another great question…fella. I’ll do with the National Title, what I did with both the Honor Title, and the X-Title. I will bring back meaning to both. I’m not just going to add challengers to the list, I’m going to take this belt to a whole other pedestal, the likes of which it has never seen. I will elevate its prestige to a level that the current champion can never even fathom. I will take it to Sovereign and defend it. I will hold this belt until I no longer need to hold it; until it is passed down to someone worthy.
There’s a pause after the answer as the hands go up again. This time I pick another young lady wearing a plum colored skin-tight dress with long flowing black hair.
Mike Laszlo: You there. The young lady in the purple dress.
The other hands go down as she smiles at her selection.
Fan In The Purple Dress: My name is Raven and before you ask, I am not a fan of Baltimore.
Her remark elicits a chuckle from the crowd as I of course had to have the last word.
Mike Laszlo: Could have fooled me. What’s your question?
Her question was different. It had nothing to do with my match this Sunday at Crossroads. Instead it had to do with my representative.
Raven: I noticed that you and Ms. Caffrey have quite a good relationship on camera. Does that translate off camera as well?
The crowd inspired a steamy answer with a collective “OOOOOOH”!
Mike Laszlo: Alexis and I have a great relationship. She came to me purely as an advisor and assistant, but she quickly informed me that she wanted more. She wanted to wrestle. I told her that over time I would make her the best female wrestler living on this planet today, and that plan is unfolding before my very eyes. The two of us can bounce ideas off of one another, and we always expect the best from one another. As far as a love interest…since that’s what I know you’re looking for…no. At this time, there is no love connection between Alexis Caffrey and myself.
Raven: At this time?
Mike Laszlo: I’m not an idiot. She’s an attractive young lady, and I like to feel as if I’m an attractive looking guy. I never say never to anything, and if the opportunity arose…well…who knows?
The response is met with a few whistles and cat calls as I smile over toward Alexis who reciprocates with a wink that only eggs the crowd on.
Mike Laszlo: Next?
The hands hit the air one more time as I choose a Mexican in the front row with shoulder length black hair, glasses, wearing all black.
Mike Laszlo: You here in the front row in all black.
This guy looked awkward. He tilted his head to the side as if he was a confused dog, and when he did speak into the microphone, his tone was low, not changing once for any bit of emotion.
Fan in Black: I’m not telling you my name.
Mike Laszlo: Umm…okay? Did you have a question?
The man grabs the microphone from the stagehand and pushes him to the side.
Mike Laszlo: Sir, no abusing the stagehand. He’s not bothering anyone.
Fan in Black: Don’t speak.
Mike Laszlo: I can and…
I was interrupted when all of a sudden his low tone turned into yelling.
Fan in Black: I SAID DON’T SPEAK!
Both myself and the crowd were taken aback as he continued with a question.
Fan in Black: I do have a question for you Mike. Why?
I won’t lie, I was completely caught off guard by this guy and his craziness and I had no clue what he was talking about.
Mike Laszlo: Why what?
Fan in Black: Why did you let her die?
Mike Laszlo: Let who die? What the hell are you talking about?
Fan in Black: She crashed, and you did nothing. YOU LET SARA DIE!
The crowd was on the edge of their seat looking between the man and myself with baited breath as we volleyed our words between us.
Mike Laszlo: You have no right talking about my late wife. I should come down there and rip your face from your head, you insignificant piece of crap.
Fan in Black: You don’t remember me do you?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t give a damn who you are.
Fan in Black: CALEB! I’M CALEB! I loved that girl and you took her from me! If she were with me…she would have never died. YOU RUINED IT! YOU KILLED HER!
Alexis, not knowing what was going on, called security who walked up to the man and took the microphone from him. He struck one of the guards before more rushed to the scene. Eventually they subdued him and started dragging him toward the exit while he yelled.
Caleb: YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU KILLED HER AND YOU MUST LIVE WITH THAT FOR THE REST OF YOUR PATHETIC LIFE! YOU KILLED HEEEER…
The sound of his voice could be heard muffled from the halls as he was dragged away leaving both the crowd and myself astonished at the happenings. Alexis pulled the microphone from my hand as I stood there in shock and turned to the crowd.
Alexis Caffrey: I’m sorry for that ladies and gentlemen. At this time I ask that you exit the auditorium. The Q and A is over.
Rather than boo at the abrupt ending, the crowd was understandable as I stood there in amazement. Not a single word had come from my mouth as they began to walk out in orderly fashion. Alexis turned the microphone off and handed it to one of the stagehands as she walked up to me.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike? Mike?
I didn’t give her a response, but rather stood there staring at the door of which Caleb was dragged out of. She put her hands on my shoulders and shook me out of the trance.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, what the hell was that?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know. I know who he is, but I have no clue what he’s talking about. I didn’t let her die.
Alexis Caffrey: Well, he seems to think so. Who in the blue hell was that?
Mike Laszlo: That was Caleb. He was Sara’s ex before she came on the road with me. I knew he had a hatred for me, but this?
Alexis Caffrey: He’s a damn lunatic. Come on, let’s go.
Mike Laszlo: But the people…
Alexis Caffrey: I’m sure they’ll understand. We need to get you out of here before something bad happens.
She grabs me by the hand and leads me off the stage. Without incident, the two of us leave the building as the scene fades.
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Ace, I’ve claimed many things throughout my career, but to be a role model isn’t one of them. I don’t clamor for little Jimmy to look up to me or emulate me. If the parents of the world allow their kids to do so…it’s up to them.
I’m not a good guy Ace and that’s why I can go by the words WANT, TAKE, and HAVE!
These rules don’t apply to the real world you say?
I say you’re wrong.
I WANTED to be a professional wrestler.
I TOOK the opportunity to train hard and work my ass off, and now I HAVE a professional wrestling career.
I WANTED to be a successful business man.
I TOOK my business ventures to heights unseen in many years, and I HAVE a successful career.
WANT! TAKE! HAVE! They’re more than three simple words. Those three words are a code that I live by in every facet of my life, and it has indeed worked out well for me.
I’m not telling kids to rob a bank because they want money. I’m not telling them to pick on the inferior because they want to feel good. What I’m telling them is if you WANT something bad enough and you TAKE the initiative and make the sacrifices, you can HAVE it.
It’s not my job to teach them right from wrong. That’s the job of their parents. Some of those parents do a good job. Then there’s others who allow their kids to go off willy nilly and do as they please, and those are the ones who take those words the wrong way.
My job is however to be better than you inside that wrestling ring. For the last few weeks Jake I’ve WANTED a shot at you and your belt.
This Sunday I TAKE that opportunity.
After the bell sounds ending the match…I will HAVE a National Title to add to my collection.
Jake, I don’t tell the people that I am the longest reigning champion in Honor and X history because they want to hear it. I tell them because they need to hear it. They need to hear it now more so than ever before. Your title is on the line and I’m going to win it, and I will do with it what you have not. It will be taken to the promise land, made prestigious and then be passed on to someone who is worthy of carrying on what I have started.
Those people who criticize me do so with the words, “Who did you beat in your title reigns?” Do you know what I tell them Ace?
IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO I BEAT!
I beat every man put in front of me until a man worthy enough came along and beat me. Since then, the words “Who have you beaten?” can no longer be uttered as I have beaten the best this company has to offer, yourself included. I beat a man who is the current World Champion. I beat a man who has been beaten in singles competition only twice in a calendar year. I’ve beaten everyone there is to beat at least once, and so now, when I’m asked that question I turn it back on them…who haven’t I beaten?
Ace, I can stand here and speak of your knack for losing titles in a month, but it would be useless dribble, and if I wanted that, I would simply turn on one of your promos. The fact of the matter is simple. This Sunday will be your last National Title defense. I don’t care if I have to go through you and Joe Everyman, and end both of your careers for it wouldn’t hurt my feelings one bit.
I WANT THE NATIONAL TITLE!
THIS SUNDAY I TAKE THE NATIONAL TITLE!
NEXT WEEK ON COLLISION, I WILL HAVE THE NATIONAL TITLE!
And there’s not a soul or being on this or any other planet that is going to stop me.
Wait…
Pun was totally intended, who are we kidding?
Last year around this time, I was busy getting praise from Spike Kane, who I then hit with a Cutter on concrete, before beating his little buddy Atreyu to retain the Honor Title.
Fast track a year and here I am vying for the National Title against two three time champions in Joe Everyman, and the current champion, The Ace. First and foremost, congratulations to Joe on this being his two hundred and fiftieth match in NCW. That in itself is a milestone that expresses loyalty to the NCW brand and longevity toward his career.
Unfortunately Joe, that’s as far as my praise goes for you this week. You see, after that bell rings, the nice guy leaves and the man who will become the next NCW National Champion will be the one standing across the ring from both you and The Ace, and you can bet your last dollar that he’s not walking out of that arena without that belt.
So, in closing as far as you’re concerned Joe. Two-fifty is a big deal and I will be the first to apologize to you for not allowing you to win it. I hope for your sake that you draw an easier foe for match two-fifty-one.
Now I focus on The Ace. A few weeks ago I told you that I live by three words in both my personal and business life.
WANT!
TAKE!
HAVE!
I told you I wanted your belt.
I told you I was going to take your belt.
After the match at Crossroads…I WILL HAVE YOUR BELT!
Joe Everyman being added to the equation doesn’t skew the inevitable from taking place.
You and I have gone back and forth with our little jabs for the past couple weeks, and I tell you now that on your end…it was all for not. Your mind games don’t work on me Ace. Your attacks from behind don’t prove you as the superior being, but only as a coward who knows that once again his National Title reign is nearing its end, and there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it. Your words that you will speak will ring hollow in the ears of the masses. Your words will ring hollow in both Joe’s ears and my own. Your words will ring hollow because they have no meaning. Everyone from the audience members to the cross-dressing camera man who sits at ringside in his skirt filming the action knows, that when it comes to you holding on to a title, your number of days as champion is equivalent to the number of seconds you can hold an erection…somewhere in the thirties.
This Sunday at Crossroads, the three of us walk in, The Ace as champion. By the time the fighting is over…I walk out…CHAMPION!
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Title: Who In The Blue Hell Are You? (Past Revisits)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
11:01 AM Local Time
So now that the construction of Villalobos Northeast is on the way, and the manager of the facility is hired, we play the waiting game. It should be a couple of months before everything is setup to the right specifications. Until then, its business as usual, as it starts with an autograph signing. The place was Great Lakes Mall about forty minutes outside of the Cleveland area. I had been here an hour already, signing autographs, taking pictures, and later today it would be a question and answer session with the adoring public as setup by my beautiful associate, Ms. Alexis Caffrey. Great timing seeing as how my match with Joe Everyman and The Ace is for the National Title…my fourth title shot in four months, because yes, I am that damn good. The setup in the auditorium section of the building where these types of events are held was going smoothly as I would move from my little table to the stage in about a half hour. So I continued with my signings and whatnot then Alexis walked up behind me and whispered into my ear.
Alexis Caffrey: (In a delicate whisper.) You got about five minutes until we move over to the stage.
I nod to in agreement as I sign the autograph presented before me. Then before moving on to the next signing I stand up and look down the line of people.
Mike Laszlo: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages; in about five minutes, we’ll be moving to the auditorium for the question and answer portion of this meet and greet. If I don’t get to you, try to catch me after that and I will do what I can.
Sitting back down in my chair, I resume my signings and take a few more pictures until Alexis taps me on the shoulder, giving me the signal to move on. Finishing yet another autograph I stand once more.
Mike Laszlo: Alright, folks, we’re headed to the question and answer. If I didn’t get to you, stick around and I will hang for an extra hour.
Proceeding down the hall a bit, I turn into the auditorium and head for the stage with a nice bit of NCW and Mike Laszlo fans in toe. As I head up to the stage and get handed a microphone, the people take their seats. Glancing over the group, I’d say there was a nice turnout of a couple hundred people. One of the stage directors walks over and tries to grab the microphone for the introduction but I place my hand on his shoulder and move him aside.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry, I got this.
This elicits a chuckle from the crowd as the dejected stage manager walks off to the side and cues me in.
Mike Laszlo: First and foremost, I’d like to thank everyone for showing up here. Second of all stage-monkey, if you ever wave your hand at me like that again, I’ll chop your hand off and smack you with it if you understand what I’m saying.
There’s another bit of laughter as I turn my attention to the masses.
Mike Laszlo: That said, is there anyone here who has questions that they want to be answered?
Hands go up around the room.
Mike Laszlo: Good. Good. I’ll get to each and every one of your questions. When I call on you, a man with a microphone will run up to you. Don’t be afraid, he’s not a rapist, do not, and I repeat, DO NOT punch him in the face okay? When he comes up to you, state your name and where you’re from, expect a response, then we’ll go from there okay?
I skim the room at the massive amount of hands and choose a tall, thin young lady in the middle with a maroon sweater on, and dark hair auburn hair.
Mike Laszlo: You in the maroon sweater.
As told, the man with the microphone runs up to the young lady who does as instructed.
Maroon Sweater Fan: My name is Michelle Ellis from Akron, Ohio.
Mike Laszlo: Nice to meet you Michelle, and may I add that you look lovely today.
The young girl smiles and shows a red tint in her cheeks before continuing with her question.
Michelle Ellis: I was wondering how you feel physically even though it’s been a month since that brutal cell match with Roberto Verona.
My patented sly grin comes over my face as I bring the microphone upward.
Mike Laszlo: Well, as you said, it’s been a month. For the most part I’m heeled. Despite what other people may think…Jake Conway being one of those said people, there’s nothing wrong with me. There’s no excuse for coming up short. This Sunday, I walk right into that match, I beat Joe Everyman and The Ace, and I become the National Champion. Next.
The sea of hands goes up again and I pick a man with fiery red hair, and a horrible handlebar mustache who was obviously Irish and that fact was made more known when he spoke.
Irish Fan: My name is O’Reilly McManson from Dublin, Ohio.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. I mean come on, what were the odds.
Mike Laszlo: An Irishman from Dublin. What a coincidence. What’s your question?
O’Reilly McManson: Fella, I was wondering, once you become National Champion, then what?
Another good question. These NCW fans…more specifically, my fans, are pretty smart people. Nodding my head to approve of the question, I answer.
Mike Laszlo: Another great question…fella. I’ll do with the National Title, what I did with both the Honor Title, and the X-Title. I will bring back meaning to both. I’m not just going to add challengers to the list, I’m going to take this belt to a whole other pedestal, the likes of which it has never seen. I will elevate its prestige to a level that the current champion can never even fathom. I will take it to Sovereign and defend it. I will hold this belt until I no longer need to hold it; until it is passed down to someone worthy.
There’s a pause after the answer as the hands go up again. This time I pick another young lady wearing a plum colored skin-tight dress with long flowing black hair.
Mike Laszlo: You there. The young lady in the purple dress.
The other hands go down as she smiles at her selection.
Fan In The Purple Dress: My name is Raven and before you ask, I am not a fan of Baltimore.
Her remark elicits a chuckle from the crowd as I of course had to have the last word.
Mike Laszlo: Could have fooled me. What’s your question?
Her question was different. It had nothing to do with my match this Sunday at Crossroads. Instead it had to do with my representative.
Raven: I noticed that you and Ms. Caffrey have quite a good relationship on camera. Does that translate off camera as well?
The crowd inspired a steamy answer with a collective “OOOOOOH”!
Mike Laszlo: Alexis and I have a great relationship. She came to me purely as an advisor and assistant, but she quickly informed me that she wanted more. She wanted to wrestle. I told her that over time I would make her the best female wrestler living on this planet today, and that plan is unfolding before my very eyes. The two of us can bounce ideas off of one another, and we always expect the best from one another. As far as a love interest…since that’s what I know you’re looking for…no. At this time, there is no love connection between Alexis Caffrey and myself.
Raven: At this time?
Mike Laszlo: I’m not an idiot. She’s an attractive young lady, and I like to feel as if I’m an attractive looking guy. I never say never to anything, and if the opportunity arose…well…who knows?
The response is met with a few whistles and cat calls as I smile over toward Alexis who reciprocates with a wink that only eggs the crowd on.
Mike Laszlo: Next?
The hands hit the air one more time as I choose a Mexican in the front row with shoulder length black hair, glasses, wearing all black.
Mike Laszlo: You here in the front row in all black.
This guy looked awkward. He tilted his head to the side as if he was a confused dog, and when he did speak into the microphone, his tone was low, not changing once for any bit of emotion.
Fan in Black: I’m not telling you my name.
Mike Laszlo: Umm…okay? Did you have a question?
The man grabs the microphone from the stagehand and pushes him to the side.
Mike Laszlo: Sir, no abusing the stagehand. He’s not bothering anyone.
Fan in Black: Don’t speak.
Mike Laszlo: I can and…
I was interrupted when all of a sudden his low tone turned into yelling.
Fan in Black: I SAID DON’T SPEAK!
Both myself and the crowd were taken aback as he continued with a question.
Fan in Black: I do have a question for you Mike. Why?
I won’t lie, I was completely caught off guard by this guy and his craziness and I had no clue what he was talking about.
Mike Laszlo: Why what?
Fan in Black: Why did you let her die?
Mike Laszlo: Let who die? What the hell are you talking about?
Fan in Black: She crashed, and you did nothing. YOU LET SARA DIE!
The crowd was on the edge of their seat looking between the man and myself with baited breath as we volleyed our words between us.
Mike Laszlo: You have no right talking about my late wife. I should come down there and rip your face from your head, you insignificant piece of crap.
Fan in Black: You don’t remember me do you?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t give a damn who you are.
Fan in Black: CALEB! I’M CALEB! I loved that girl and you took her from me! If she were with me…she would have never died. YOU RUINED IT! YOU KILLED HER!
Alexis, not knowing what was going on, called security who walked up to the man and took the microphone from him. He struck one of the guards before more rushed to the scene. Eventually they subdued him and started dragging him toward the exit while he yelled.
Caleb: YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU KILLED HER AND YOU MUST LIVE WITH THAT FOR THE REST OF YOUR PATHETIC LIFE! YOU KILLED HEEEER…
The sound of his voice could be heard muffled from the halls as he was dragged away leaving both the crowd and myself astonished at the happenings. Alexis pulled the microphone from my hand as I stood there in shock and turned to the crowd.
Alexis Caffrey: I’m sorry for that ladies and gentlemen. At this time I ask that you exit the auditorium. The Q and A is over.
Rather than boo at the abrupt ending, the crowd was understandable as I stood there in amazement. Not a single word had come from my mouth as they began to walk out in orderly fashion. Alexis turned the microphone off and handed it to one of the stagehands as she walked up to me.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike? Mike?
I didn’t give her a response, but rather stood there staring at the door of which Caleb was dragged out of. She put her hands on my shoulders and shook me out of the trance.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, what the hell was that?
Mike Laszlo: I don’t know. I know who he is, but I have no clue what he’s talking about. I didn’t let her die.
Alexis Caffrey: Well, he seems to think so. Who in the blue hell was that?
Mike Laszlo: That was Caleb. He was Sara’s ex before she came on the road with me. I knew he had a hatred for me, but this?
Alexis Caffrey: He’s a damn lunatic. Come on, let’s go.
Mike Laszlo: But the people…
Alexis Caffrey: I’m sure they’ll understand. We need to get you out of here before something bad happens.
She grabs me by the hand and leads me off the stage. Without incident, the two of us leave the building as the scene fades.
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Ace, I’ve claimed many things throughout my career, but to be a role model isn’t one of them. I don’t clamor for little Jimmy to look up to me or emulate me. If the parents of the world allow their kids to do so…it’s up to them.
I’m not a good guy Ace and that’s why I can go by the words WANT, TAKE, and HAVE!
These rules don’t apply to the real world you say?
I say you’re wrong.
I WANTED to be a professional wrestler.
I TOOK the opportunity to train hard and work my ass off, and now I HAVE a professional wrestling career.
I WANTED to be a successful business man.
I TOOK my business ventures to heights unseen in many years, and I HAVE a successful career.
WANT! TAKE! HAVE! They’re more than three simple words. Those three words are a code that I live by in every facet of my life, and it has indeed worked out well for me.
I’m not telling kids to rob a bank because they want money. I’m not telling them to pick on the inferior because they want to feel good. What I’m telling them is if you WANT something bad enough and you TAKE the initiative and make the sacrifices, you can HAVE it.
It’s not my job to teach them right from wrong. That’s the job of their parents. Some of those parents do a good job. Then there’s others who allow their kids to go off willy nilly and do as they please, and those are the ones who take those words the wrong way.
My job is however to be better than you inside that wrestling ring. For the last few weeks Jake I’ve WANTED a shot at you and your belt.
This Sunday I TAKE that opportunity.
After the bell sounds ending the match…I will HAVE a National Title to add to my collection.
Jake, I don’t tell the people that I am the longest reigning champion in Honor and X history because they want to hear it. I tell them because they need to hear it. They need to hear it now more so than ever before. Your title is on the line and I’m going to win it, and I will do with it what you have not. It will be taken to the promise land, made prestigious and then be passed on to someone who is worthy of carrying on what I have started.
Those people who criticize me do so with the words, “Who did you beat in your title reigns?” Do you know what I tell them Ace?
IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO I BEAT!
I beat every man put in front of me until a man worthy enough came along and beat me. Since then, the words “Who have you beaten?” can no longer be uttered as I have beaten the best this company has to offer, yourself included. I beat a man who is the current World Champion. I beat a man who has been beaten in singles competition only twice in a calendar year. I’ve beaten everyone there is to beat at least once, and so now, when I’m asked that question I turn it back on them…who haven’t I beaten?
Ace, I can stand here and speak of your knack for losing titles in a month, but it would be useless dribble, and if I wanted that, I would simply turn on one of your promos. The fact of the matter is simple. This Sunday will be your last National Title defense. I don’t care if I have to go through you and Joe Everyman, and end both of your careers for it wouldn’t hurt my feelings one bit.
I WANT THE NATIONAL TITLE!
THIS SUNDAY I TAKE THE NATIONAL TITLE!
NEXT WEEK ON COLLISION, I WILL HAVE THE NATIONAL TITLE!
And there’s not a soul or being on this or any other planet that is going to stop me.