Post by Mike Laszlo on Mar 23, 2013 20:19:43 GMT -6
So this is the oh so great Rob Diamond?
The man who held the NCW Title for one hundred and ten days before having it taken from him?
The man who took his ball and went home?
You’re gonna “relate” to me when it comes to not being at my best? You’re going to “relate” to me losing to Joe Everyman last week?
You make fun of the man all you want, hell I did last week, but he is in NCW for a reason and it’s not just to be a punching bag. I’ve always said that on any given night, anyone on this roster can beat anybody else, and that fact was proven last Sunday by one Joe Everyman.
Joe, congratulations on the win. Know that I now owe you one.
Back to my opponent for this coming Sunday, Rob Diamond.
Let me ask you just who in the hell you think you are? Nobody cares about how good you don’t look. Nobody cares that it took six Viagra for you to get your rocks off. No! The only thing the people care about is how you perform inside that ring.
I had a stretch of luck recently against the Church of Thor, and then things went south. With Sovereign coming and the Coliseum, it’s time to pick things up and make my way into my first ever Coliseum match.
How would I go about doing such a thing?
I GOT IT!
Take a has-been who has decided to get out of his mother’s basement once more, beat him like there is no tomorrow, and then, when I’m done, pin him in the middle of that ring…wait…no…better yet…make him TAP OUT in the middle of that ring!
YEAH!
THAT’S IT!
If I beat a former World Champion, again, that should impress everyone to the point where I can throw my name in the hat for the Coliseum…no?
There’s one way to find out. Rob, your return will be both short, and not so sweet. You’re going to step in that ring, the past of NCW against its future, and you’re going to realize that the evolution of this company has passed you by while you sat at home wasting away like the pathetic wretch you are.
This Sunday, you step in the ring with Mike Laszlo, and if I have my way, you will NOT walk out on your own accord.
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Title: Who In The Blue Hell Are You? (Scene of the Crime?)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 1:03 PM Local Time (After the Press Conference Where Caleb Lashed Out)
So a couple weeks ago I had that press conference where the belligerent fan went postal and started yelling all sorts of things at me. The man’s name was Caleb. Back in high school he was the quiet type. He never spoke unless spoken too, and he never had any sort of violent past. You may remember, that in the past, my late wife Sara cheated on me with a guy in California while I was in Ohio. Caleb was that guy. Caleb had professed his love to Sara many times in high school to the point where it was borderline pathetic. Eventually he got to her, they had their moment, and then I came back into the picture and there was no more Caleb to be heard or seen from again…until now.
Driving home from the mall with Alexis in the passenger seat of my car, I couldn’t help but glance over in her direction and see that she was trying to figure it all out. She was trying her hardest to get some sort of read off of my face. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
Mike Laszlo: WHAT!?
Alexis Caffrey: What the hell was that?
Mike Laszlo: A lunatic.
Alexis Caffrey: It was more than that.
Mike Laszlo: It was, but I don’t want to talk about it.
We kept driving down the road at a nice clip of fifty miles an hour…it was in a forty-five so don’t freak out. You know how some women get? They just have that ability to nag the hell out of somebody until you have to give in? That was going on during the duration of this trip.
Alexis Caffrey: Why not? That was extreme, and uncalled for.
Mike Laszlo: I said I don’t want to talk about it.
Alexis Caffrey: You know I’m going to get it out of you sooner or later, so you might as well just tell me.
Mike Laszlo: It’s not important.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, that man accused you of killing someone in the middle of a crowded auditorium of people. If you don’t tell me what’s going on, then I can’t help you get out of this mess.
Mike Laszlo: Mess? We’re talking about the death of my wife. That idiot doesn’t have a single clue what the hell happened, and if I ever see him again, he won’t have to worry about how she died. Instead, he’ll have to worry about how he’s going to survive.
Alexis Caffrey: So what exactly was he talking about?
This was getting quite annoying. I said I didn’t want to talk about it and yet she egged me on and on and on, so I pulled off the road as we were actually passing the area in which the car crash happened, and ultimately what was the scene of my wife’s cause of death.
Mike Laszlo: FINE! YOU WANT TO KNOW! MY WIFE CRASHED HER CAR IN THIS VERY SECTION OF ROAD! I HAVE TO PASS IT EVERY DAMN DAY! EVERY DAY I WONDER HOW I COULD HAVE DONE THINGS DIFFERENTLY! HOW I COULD HAVE STOPPED HER FROM DYING! I COULDN’T! AT THE MOMENT I WAS SUPPOSE TO BE BRAVEST…I FAILED! YOU HAPPY!?
As I finished my diatribe, I got out of the car and slammed the door shut leaving Alexis in a state of shock as I walked off down the side of the road. Fuming with anger I stomped down the road kicking sticks and fallen tree branches out of anger before stopping in front of a tree on the side of the road. Looking at it carefully I can tell that it was THE tree. The tree that my wife’s car smashed into. The tree that killed her. I could tell because there was a big section of the trunk that was missing it’s bark from the impact even still to this day. I stood there for a somber moment and stared blankly at the tree. It was then that something inside me snapped. The cord that was holding me back broke free and the anger inside me welled up until I grabbed a nearby branch and swung it repeatedly at the tree until the branch snapped. In anger, I let out a primal scream that would wake the dead if there were any nearby.
Though I wasn’t directing my attention to the car, I could hear it open and shut as Alexis slowly walked toward me still a bit in shock. As I stand there staring at the tree with my hands on my hips, I could feel the anger course through my body. Alexis walks up to me and wraps her hands around my waist.
Alexis Caffrey: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you.
Mike Laszlo: This is it.
Alexis Caffrey: This is what?
Mike Laszlo: This is the spot where she died.
Alexis Caffrey: What happened?
Mike Laszlo: We were coming from that direction, (Pointing down the road.), and it was a fall day. There was a slick patch of leaves, a deer jumped in front of her, she swerved, and she hit this tree over here.
After talking it out a bit, I could feel the rage subsiding a bit. Then I was hit with some guilt for yelling at Alexis in the car.
Mike Laszlo: I’m sorry.
Alexis Caffrey: It’s fine.
Mike Laszlo: No it’s not. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I apologize. It was uncalled for.
Alexis Caffrey: It’s fine. I get it. Let’s go home.
Mike Laszlo: Sounds like a plan.
The two of us headed back to the car and headed back to my house.
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It’s fitting that a lot of the past wants to comeback from the professional grave. All we’re missing is an appearance from the Kane brothers and all will be right in the world again, right?
WRONG!
I’m not here to let you guys from the past stroll in and try to take my spot. You “part-timers” like Steve Awesome, Shane Hunt, and yes, you yourself Rob Diamond will not descend upon NCW whenever you please and take the spotlight from men like Joe Everyman, Will Washington, Roberto Verona, and myself. We’re here live and in person every single week and the spotlight will stay where it belongs.
If you Rob Diamond are all that stands in my path to keeping the spotlight on those who deserve it, then so be it. You are the obstacle and this Sunday you are eliminated.
The spotlight will shine brightest and when all is said and done, and all the smoke has cleared, we will all know the same knowledge that I already possess, the future is far greater than the past.
You can study the film all you please. You can mock my loss all you please. The fact of the matter remains the same. When my skills are on full display this Sunday and you experience it all first hand, you’ll wake up the next morning, sore as you possibly can be, and you’ll say to yourself… “Damn, he’s good.”
This Sunday you stand across from a man who has nothing to lose and absolutely everything to gain. This Sunday, you lose to that same man.
[/b][/center]The man who held the NCW Title for one hundred and ten days before having it taken from him?
The man who took his ball and went home?
You’re gonna “relate” to me when it comes to not being at my best? You’re going to “relate” to me losing to Joe Everyman last week?
You make fun of the man all you want, hell I did last week, but he is in NCW for a reason and it’s not just to be a punching bag. I’ve always said that on any given night, anyone on this roster can beat anybody else, and that fact was proven last Sunday by one Joe Everyman.
Joe, congratulations on the win. Know that I now owe you one.
Back to my opponent for this coming Sunday, Rob Diamond.
Let me ask you just who in the hell you think you are? Nobody cares about how good you don’t look. Nobody cares that it took six Viagra for you to get your rocks off. No! The only thing the people care about is how you perform inside that ring.
I had a stretch of luck recently against the Church of Thor, and then things went south. With Sovereign coming and the Coliseum, it’s time to pick things up and make my way into my first ever Coliseum match.
How would I go about doing such a thing?
I GOT IT!
Take a has-been who has decided to get out of his mother’s basement once more, beat him like there is no tomorrow, and then, when I’m done, pin him in the middle of that ring…wait…no…better yet…make him TAP OUT in the middle of that ring!
YEAH!
THAT’S IT!
If I beat a former World Champion, again, that should impress everyone to the point where I can throw my name in the hat for the Coliseum…no?
There’s one way to find out. Rob, your return will be both short, and not so sweet. You’re going to step in that ring, the past of NCW against its future, and you’re going to realize that the evolution of this company has passed you by while you sat at home wasting away like the pathetic wretch you are.
This Sunday, you step in the ring with Mike Laszlo, and if I have my way, you will NOT walk out on your own accord.
====================
Title: Who In The Blue Hell Are You? (Scene of the Crime?)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 1:03 PM Local Time (After the Press Conference Where Caleb Lashed Out)
So a couple weeks ago I had that press conference where the belligerent fan went postal and started yelling all sorts of things at me. The man’s name was Caleb. Back in high school he was the quiet type. He never spoke unless spoken too, and he never had any sort of violent past. You may remember, that in the past, my late wife Sara cheated on me with a guy in California while I was in Ohio. Caleb was that guy. Caleb had professed his love to Sara many times in high school to the point where it was borderline pathetic. Eventually he got to her, they had their moment, and then I came back into the picture and there was no more Caleb to be heard or seen from again…until now.
Driving home from the mall with Alexis in the passenger seat of my car, I couldn’t help but glance over in her direction and see that she was trying to figure it all out. She was trying her hardest to get some sort of read off of my face. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
Mike Laszlo: WHAT!?
Alexis Caffrey: What the hell was that?
Mike Laszlo: A lunatic.
Alexis Caffrey: It was more than that.
Mike Laszlo: It was, but I don’t want to talk about it.
We kept driving down the road at a nice clip of fifty miles an hour…it was in a forty-five so don’t freak out. You know how some women get? They just have that ability to nag the hell out of somebody until you have to give in? That was going on during the duration of this trip.
Alexis Caffrey: Why not? That was extreme, and uncalled for.
Mike Laszlo: I said I don’t want to talk about it.
Alexis Caffrey: You know I’m going to get it out of you sooner or later, so you might as well just tell me.
Mike Laszlo: It’s not important.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike, that man accused you of killing someone in the middle of a crowded auditorium of people. If you don’t tell me what’s going on, then I can’t help you get out of this mess.
Mike Laszlo: Mess? We’re talking about the death of my wife. That idiot doesn’t have a single clue what the hell happened, and if I ever see him again, he won’t have to worry about how she died. Instead, he’ll have to worry about how he’s going to survive.
Alexis Caffrey: So what exactly was he talking about?
This was getting quite annoying. I said I didn’t want to talk about it and yet she egged me on and on and on, so I pulled off the road as we were actually passing the area in which the car crash happened, and ultimately what was the scene of my wife’s cause of death.
Mike Laszlo: FINE! YOU WANT TO KNOW! MY WIFE CRASHED HER CAR IN THIS VERY SECTION OF ROAD! I HAVE TO PASS IT EVERY DAMN DAY! EVERY DAY I WONDER HOW I COULD HAVE DONE THINGS DIFFERENTLY! HOW I COULD HAVE STOPPED HER FROM DYING! I COULDN’T! AT THE MOMENT I WAS SUPPOSE TO BE BRAVEST…I FAILED! YOU HAPPY!?
As I finished my diatribe, I got out of the car and slammed the door shut leaving Alexis in a state of shock as I walked off down the side of the road. Fuming with anger I stomped down the road kicking sticks and fallen tree branches out of anger before stopping in front of a tree on the side of the road. Looking at it carefully I can tell that it was THE tree. The tree that my wife’s car smashed into. The tree that killed her. I could tell because there was a big section of the trunk that was missing it’s bark from the impact even still to this day. I stood there for a somber moment and stared blankly at the tree. It was then that something inside me snapped. The cord that was holding me back broke free and the anger inside me welled up until I grabbed a nearby branch and swung it repeatedly at the tree until the branch snapped. In anger, I let out a primal scream that would wake the dead if there were any nearby.
Though I wasn’t directing my attention to the car, I could hear it open and shut as Alexis slowly walked toward me still a bit in shock. As I stand there staring at the tree with my hands on my hips, I could feel the anger course through my body. Alexis walks up to me and wraps her hands around my waist.
Alexis Caffrey: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you.
Mike Laszlo: This is it.
Alexis Caffrey: This is what?
Mike Laszlo: This is the spot where she died.
Alexis Caffrey: What happened?
Mike Laszlo: We were coming from that direction, (Pointing down the road.), and it was a fall day. There was a slick patch of leaves, a deer jumped in front of her, she swerved, and she hit this tree over here.
After talking it out a bit, I could feel the rage subsiding a bit. Then I was hit with some guilt for yelling at Alexis in the car.
Mike Laszlo: I’m sorry.
Alexis Caffrey: It’s fine.
Mike Laszlo: No it’s not. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I apologize. It was uncalled for.
Alexis Caffrey: It’s fine. I get it. Let’s go home.
Mike Laszlo: Sounds like a plan.
The two of us headed back to the car and headed back to my house.
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It’s fitting that a lot of the past wants to comeback from the professional grave. All we’re missing is an appearance from the Kane brothers and all will be right in the world again, right?
WRONG!
I’m not here to let you guys from the past stroll in and try to take my spot. You “part-timers” like Steve Awesome, Shane Hunt, and yes, you yourself Rob Diamond will not descend upon NCW whenever you please and take the spotlight from men like Joe Everyman, Will Washington, Roberto Verona, and myself. We’re here live and in person every single week and the spotlight will stay where it belongs.
If you Rob Diamond are all that stands in my path to keeping the spotlight on those who deserve it, then so be it. You are the obstacle and this Sunday you are eliminated.
The spotlight will shine brightest and when all is said and done, and all the smoke has cleared, we will all know the same knowledge that I already possess, the future is far greater than the past.
You can study the film all you please. You can mock my loss all you please. The fact of the matter remains the same. When my skills are on full display this Sunday and you experience it all first hand, you’ll wake up the next morning, sore as you possibly can be, and you’ll say to yourself… “Damn, he’s good.”
This Sunday you stand across from a man who has nothing to lose and absolutely everything to gain. This Sunday, you lose to that same man.