Post by Mike Laszlo on Apr 6, 2013 20:01:35 GMT -6
What is this, Back to the Future?
NCW announces that they are closing their doors after A Night To Remember, and every single person to ever compete is coming out of the woodwork to have one more match and “send the place off the right way.”
You know what I say to that?
Bull****!!!
It started with Rob Diamond, then Paul Star, and now Shane Hunt. Hell even that big goof Jackhammer has come “home.”
What’s next? A Spike Kane cameo? Will he be the next man to step into the time machine in NCW’s past and come “home” to send things off the right way? I’m sure I’ll get the match with him because hell…that’s what I’ve been doing for most of the last month.
Last week I asked the question to you the world and more importantly to myself…
”Who am I?"
Last week on Collision, I answered my own question. Last week was the beginning of it all. While these so called legends are “coming home”, I’ve been here all along, dormant. I’ve been disinterested since my battles with Roberto Verona. I thought for a single moment that maybe…just maybe, I should walk away. I asked myself on many occasions, if not the World Title, then what?
I asked myself, why bother?
I went through the motions, played to the crowd, and fought in my matches, but anyone who was watching, anyone who listened to the words that emanated from my mouth could tell, there was no meaning. It was useless dribble repeated week after week just to get it over with.
Now…
Now there’s a purpose to what I say. Now I mean every damn word that comes from my lips.
These past NCW stars want to come back and try to take over what I’ve continued building? What Roberto Verona has built? Yes I hate that man with every fiber of my being, but the fact is, he’s put in just as much blood, sweat, and tears as anyone. He’s suffered bruises and injuries, as I have. We’ve taken the NCW that was given to us and we took it to that next level. That level that the guys who came before us could never dream it would be taken.
And now they’re back.
Now they’re back to take what we have evolved.
Here to take the credit that is rightfully due to us.
I say stop right there boys. Don’t want you here, don’t need you here. We’ve evolved this, and we will sustain it until the end of days here in NCW known as A Night To Remember, because let me tell you ladies and gentlemen, that if I have my way…I guarantee you that that night will be just that…memorable.
That is then however, and this is now. Now, I have a match with one of those past members “coming home.” I have a match with Shane Hunt. Shane Hunt, a man who is six foot, six inches tall and weighs almost three hundred pounds. A man who of these “past generation” NCW stars is probably the least noticeable. So he held the Tag Team Titles? Is that really that big of an accomplishment? Anyone can be Tag Team Champions with the right partner. Being a Tag Champion simply means you can’t get the job done on your own, or you choose not to. In your case Shane, I’m pretty sure it’s because you can’t get it done on your own.
I mean seriously, what have you done by yourself?
My resume speaks far more volumes than yours. Let’s recap:
Longest reigning Honor Champion EVER at one hundred and sixty-two days.
STILL longest reigning X Champion EVER at one hundred and four days.
The only man in the history of this company to hold two titles simultaneously.
One of only two men in the last couple years to beat Xander Famularo in the middle of that ring fair and square.
Your resume Shane…ABSOLUTELY NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE!
So judging on paper…one would say, I win. This Sunday, we get to see what’s on paper translate to the ring and the result will indeed be the same…I…WIN!
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Title: Something Romantic This Way Cometh (Yes!)
Location: Hotel for Collision
Time: 7:49 PM Local Time (Day Before Collision)
Victory is all I see in my rear-view mirror. It felt good to finally find myself once again. I proved that I am one of the better competitors in this company to date, and exacted a little bit of revenge in the process. I defeated the current X-Champion, a man who although his length is near equal to mine as far as his reign goes, his competition has not been as good, nor his title reign as memorable. I then defeated one half of the NCW Tag Team Champions, though it was the less of the two. Then I got my revenge on Joe Everyman for the defeat I suffered by his hand.
All of this brought a smile to my face as I lay in the hotel bed, pillows propped up behind me allowing me to sit in a reclined position. I pull my arm back behind my head as I flip through the channels on the television. It was the first time in a while that I’ve truly been relaxed. With all that’s been going on in my business life, not to mention the closing of NCW things have been somewhat hectic.
Mike Laszlo: AHHHHHH!
I let out a sigh as I wriggle into a more comfortable position wearing a simple pair of mesh shorts and a T-Shirt. My channel flipping was interrupted as Alexis walked out from the shower in a pair of fleece pajama shorts and a black tank top.
The two of us were traveling together as it became easier to simply get a bigger room rather than two separate rooms. She had a towel wrapped around her head and when she turned around I couldn’t help but smile, causing her to wonder.
Alexis Caffrey: What?
Mike Laszlo: Nothing.
Alexis Caffrey: What? Tell me.
Mike Laszlo: Well, let’s just say that if you had a long scraggily beard, I would be concerned.
Alexis Caffrey: (Rolling her eyes.)Oh geez.
She pulls the towel off her head, letting her long, dark hair fall behind her, draping over her shoulders as she shakes it out from side to side. She set the towel to the side on a chair and headed over to her bed, jumping up on it, crawling into a seated position. She puts her glasses on, a quaint little pair of black rimmed glasses that made her look like one of those hot secretaries you see at the important people’s offices. I look back over and start flipping through channels again. It wasn’t long until I felt as if I was being watched. My eyes glanced toward Alexis, once, then twice subtlety before getting a little put off.
Mike Laszlo: Now it’s my turn…what?
Alexis Caffrey: Oh nothing. (That cute little innocent smile comes across her face.) Just thinking.
Mike Laszlo: About?
Alexis Caffrey: What ifs.
Mike Laszlo: What ifs?
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, you know; what if this happened? What if that could happen? What if I had done this?
Mike Laszlo: Oh. And that requires you to stare into space?
Alexis Caffrey: What if I was staring at what I was thinking about?
Mike Laszlo: Huh?
Alexis Caffrey: Have you ever wondered what if?
Mike Laszlo: Sometimes. Always after a defeat.
Alexis Caffrey: I didn’t mean about work.
Mike Laszlo: What were you talking about?
She scooted on her backside across the bed and then off the bed and had a seat on the side of my bed.
Alexis Caffrey: Us. Have you ever thought what if?
Talk about caught off guard. I wasn’t expecting that in a million years. Not just that though, but to be put on the spot like that. I won’t lie, the thought of me and Alexis has crossed my mind quite a few times.
Mike Laszlo: From time to time.
More so lately that ever before.
Alexis Caffrey: And?
Mike Laszlo: I wonder if it would work. I mean we’re with each other all the time. Couples that work together usually don’t go so well.
Alexis Caffrey: We’re different though. I think we could do well. We like a lot of the same stuff, and our attitudes go perfectly.
Mike Laszlo: That they do. We’ll have to start it like normal people do. How about breakfast tomorrow morning?
Alexis Caffrey: Oh, I’m totally in.
Mike Laszlo: It’s a date.
Alexis Caffrey: YAY!
With our agreement to start a relationship, she cuddled in under my arm with the remote and the two of us continued flipping through channels, stopping here and there to watch a little bit of everything.
I guess two beds was a waste of money, huh? Things just got a little complicated, but like they say…I’ll get enough rest when I die.
====================
Beg for mercy?
Tell you I respect you?
You guys from the past are all alike begging for respect from those of us who have been here the entire time while you leave for years at a time with so-called “injuries”; when we know you in particular went on a binge you couldn’t recover from.
I have a better idea Shane.
Take a sip.
Beg yourself for mercy.
Beg yourself to allow yourself to take that sip, that drink, and let it all slip away into the drunken abyss.
You pathetic piece of crap!
I don’t respect you and your weak mindedness. I won’t beg for mercy, nor will I show any.
This Sunday, I beat the holy high hell out of you, and I do so with malicious intent. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll drink the bar dry to drown your sorrows. You’ll bury the memory of your third straight loss in that dark alcoholic hole, and then you’ll come back next week after your hangover, and claim that that is the week you end it all.
You and your delusional state will not stop me from accomplishing what I am setting out to do and that is show that I am better than you.
You guys from NCW’s past however are not my only concern.
No matter how much it bugs me that you’re all coming back to try and steal the spotlight from guys like myself. That you’re trying to make the last month of this company about you…I have one other concern.
Next week is Sovereign.
Next week is the Coliseum.
Next week is my last chance to throw my name in the hat for a World Title Shot at A Night To Remember.
The Coliseum stipulation overrides any petty stipulation that Roberto can come up with. I’ve got one shot and it’s time to make it count.
Wrestling is a lot like other sports. How so you ask? It’s never about who is the best. It’s all about who gets hot at the right time. The right time to get hot in NCW is right here and right now. The month between Sovereign and A Night To Remember is like the last month of the regular season in any other sport, and to win day in and day out gains the momentum, and if it’s at that exact right time, all will be celebrated after that oh so special night made to mean that much more because it is the last night of the company.
A win this week is momentum heading into the Coliseum, and a win there means a ticket straight to the main event of A Night To Remember. I plan on that ticket being issued to me. I don’t care about Joe Everyman’s quest for redemption. I don’t care about Alex Jones’ last shot. All that matters is me and my plans.
My plans involve winning this week and next and then I follow the yellow brick road straight to A Night To Remember, and straight to the most glorious moment in this company…becoming the LAST EVER NCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Fear you?
Respect you?
I’ve got a better idea…
I’ll just BEAT YOU instead.
See you Sunday Shane.
NCW announces that they are closing their doors after A Night To Remember, and every single person to ever compete is coming out of the woodwork to have one more match and “send the place off the right way.”
You know what I say to that?
Bull****!!!
It started with Rob Diamond, then Paul Star, and now Shane Hunt. Hell even that big goof Jackhammer has come “home.”
What’s next? A Spike Kane cameo? Will he be the next man to step into the time machine in NCW’s past and come “home” to send things off the right way? I’m sure I’ll get the match with him because hell…that’s what I’ve been doing for most of the last month.
Last week I asked the question to you the world and more importantly to myself…
”Who am I?"
Last week on Collision, I answered my own question. Last week was the beginning of it all. While these so called legends are “coming home”, I’ve been here all along, dormant. I’ve been disinterested since my battles with Roberto Verona. I thought for a single moment that maybe…just maybe, I should walk away. I asked myself on many occasions, if not the World Title, then what?
I asked myself, why bother?
I went through the motions, played to the crowd, and fought in my matches, but anyone who was watching, anyone who listened to the words that emanated from my mouth could tell, there was no meaning. It was useless dribble repeated week after week just to get it over with.
Now…
Now there’s a purpose to what I say. Now I mean every damn word that comes from my lips.
These past NCW stars want to come back and try to take over what I’ve continued building? What Roberto Verona has built? Yes I hate that man with every fiber of my being, but the fact is, he’s put in just as much blood, sweat, and tears as anyone. He’s suffered bruises and injuries, as I have. We’ve taken the NCW that was given to us and we took it to that next level. That level that the guys who came before us could never dream it would be taken.
And now they’re back.
Now they’re back to take what we have evolved.
Here to take the credit that is rightfully due to us.
I say stop right there boys. Don’t want you here, don’t need you here. We’ve evolved this, and we will sustain it until the end of days here in NCW known as A Night To Remember, because let me tell you ladies and gentlemen, that if I have my way…I guarantee you that that night will be just that…memorable.
That is then however, and this is now. Now, I have a match with one of those past members “coming home.” I have a match with Shane Hunt. Shane Hunt, a man who is six foot, six inches tall and weighs almost three hundred pounds. A man who of these “past generation” NCW stars is probably the least noticeable. So he held the Tag Team Titles? Is that really that big of an accomplishment? Anyone can be Tag Team Champions with the right partner. Being a Tag Champion simply means you can’t get the job done on your own, or you choose not to. In your case Shane, I’m pretty sure it’s because you can’t get it done on your own.
I mean seriously, what have you done by yourself?
My resume speaks far more volumes than yours. Let’s recap:
Longest reigning Honor Champion EVER at one hundred and sixty-two days.
STILL longest reigning X Champion EVER at one hundred and four days.
The only man in the history of this company to hold two titles simultaneously.
One of only two men in the last couple years to beat Xander Famularo in the middle of that ring fair and square.
Your resume Shane…ABSOLUTELY NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE!
So judging on paper…one would say, I win. This Sunday, we get to see what’s on paper translate to the ring and the result will indeed be the same…I…WIN!
====================
Title: Something Romantic This Way Cometh (Yes!)
Location: Hotel for Collision
Time: 7:49 PM Local Time (Day Before Collision)
Victory is all I see in my rear-view mirror. It felt good to finally find myself once again. I proved that I am one of the better competitors in this company to date, and exacted a little bit of revenge in the process. I defeated the current X-Champion, a man who although his length is near equal to mine as far as his reign goes, his competition has not been as good, nor his title reign as memorable. I then defeated one half of the NCW Tag Team Champions, though it was the less of the two. Then I got my revenge on Joe Everyman for the defeat I suffered by his hand.
All of this brought a smile to my face as I lay in the hotel bed, pillows propped up behind me allowing me to sit in a reclined position. I pull my arm back behind my head as I flip through the channels on the television. It was the first time in a while that I’ve truly been relaxed. With all that’s been going on in my business life, not to mention the closing of NCW things have been somewhat hectic.
Mike Laszlo: AHHHHHH!
I let out a sigh as I wriggle into a more comfortable position wearing a simple pair of mesh shorts and a T-Shirt. My channel flipping was interrupted as Alexis walked out from the shower in a pair of fleece pajama shorts and a black tank top.
The two of us were traveling together as it became easier to simply get a bigger room rather than two separate rooms. She had a towel wrapped around her head and when she turned around I couldn’t help but smile, causing her to wonder.
Alexis Caffrey: What?
Mike Laszlo: Nothing.
Alexis Caffrey: What? Tell me.
Mike Laszlo: Well, let’s just say that if you had a long scraggily beard, I would be concerned.
Alexis Caffrey: (Rolling her eyes.)Oh geez.
She pulls the towel off her head, letting her long, dark hair fall behind her, draping over her shoulders as she shakes it out from side to side. She set the towel to the side on a chair and headed over to her bed, jumping up on it, crawling into a seated position. She puts her glasses on, a quaint little pair of black rimmed glasses that made her look like one of those hot secretaries you see at the important people’s offices. I look back over and start flipping through channels again. It wasn’t long until I felt as if I was being watched. My eyes glanced toward Alexis, once, then twice subtlety before getting a little put off.
Mike Laszlo: Now it’s my turn…what?
Alexis Caffrey: Oh nothing. (That cute little innocent smile comes across her face.) Just thinking.
Mike Laszlo: About?
Alexis Caffrey: What ifs.
Mike Laszlo: What ifs?
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, you know; what if this happened? What if that could happen? What if I had done this?
Mike Laszlo: Oh. And that requires you to stare into space?
Alexis Caffrey: What if I was staring at what I was thinking about?
Mike Laszlo: Huh?
Alexis Caffrey: Have you ever wondered what if?
Mike Laszlo: Sometimes. Always after a defeat.
Alexis Caffrey: I didn’t mean about work.
Mike Laszlo: What were you talking about?
She scooted on her backside across the bed and then off the bed and had a seat on the side of my bed.
Alexis Caffrey: Us. Have you ever thought what if?
Talk about caught off guard. I wasn’t expecting that in a million years. Not just that though, but to be put on the spot like that. I won’t lie, the thought of me and Alexis has crossed my mind quite a few times.
Mike Laszlo: From time to time.
More so lately that ever before.
Alexis Caffrey: And?
Mike Laszlo: I wonder if it would work. I mean we’re with each other all the time. Couples that work together usually don’t go so well.
Alexis Caffrey: We’re different though. I think we could do well. We like a lot of the same stuff, and our attitudes go perfectly.
Mike Laszlo: That they do. We’ll have to start it like normal people do. How about breakfast tomorrow morning?
Alexis Caffrey: Oh, I’m totally in.
Mike Laszlo: It’s a date.
Alexis Caffrey: YAY!
With our agreement to start a relationship, she cuddled in under my arm with the remote and the two of us continued flipping through channels, stopping here and there to watch a little bit of everything.
I guess two beds was a waste of money, huh? Things just got a little complicated, but like they say…I’ll get enough rest when I die.
====================
Beg for mercy?
Tell you I respect you?
You guys from the past are all alike begging for respect from those of us who have been here the entire time while you leave for years at a time with so-called “injuries”; when we know you in particular went on a binge you couldn’t recover from.
I have a better idea Shane.
Take a sip.
Beg yourself for mercy.
Beg yourself to allow yourself to take that sip, that drink, and let it all slip away into the drunken abyss.
You pathetic piece of crap!
I don’t respect you and your weak mindedness. I won’t beg for mercy, nor will I show any.
This Sunday, I beat the holy high hell out of you, and I do so with malicious intent. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll drink the bar dry to drown your sorrows. You’ll bury the memory of your third straight loss in that dark alcoholic hole, and then you’ll come back next week after your hangover, and claim that that is the week you end it all.
You and your delusional state will not stop me from accomplishing what I am setting out to do and that is show that I am better than you.
You guys from NCW’s past however are not my only concern.
No matter how much it bugs me that you’re all coming back to try and steal the spotlight from guys like myself. That you’re trying to make the last month of this company about you…I have one other concern.
Next week is Sovereign.
Next week is the Coliseum.
Next week is my last chance to throw my name in the hat for a World Title Shot at A Night To Remember.
The Coliseum stipulation overrides any petty stipulation that Roberto can come up with. I’ve got one shot and it’s time to make it count.
Wrestling is a lot like other sports. How so you ask? It’s never about who is the best. It’s all about who gets hot at the right time. The right time to get hot in NCW is right here and right now. The month between Sovereign and A Night To Remember is like the last month of the regular season in any other sport, and to win day in and day out gains the momentum, and if it’s at that exact right time, all will be celebrated after that oh so special night made to mean that much more because it is the last night of the company.
A win this week is momentum heading into the Coliseum, and a win there means a ticket straight to the main event of A Night To Remember. I plan on that ticket being issued to me. I don’t care about Joe Everyman’s quest for redemption. I don’t care about Alex Jones’ last shot. All that matters is me and my plans.
My plans involve winning this week and next and then I follow the yellow brick road straight to A Night To Remember, and straight to the most glorious moment in this company…becoming the LAST EVER NCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Fear you?
Respect you?
I’ve got a better idea…
I’ll just BEAT YOU instead.
See you Sunday Shane.