Post by Mike Laszlo on Apr 27, 2013 18:03:57 GMT -6
The past meets the present, meets the…future?
Well, maybe if NCW had a future, that would be more correct in assumption.
Old enemies, new wannabes, it’s all alike.
This Sunday on Collision, we have three men in a Triple Threat match, vying for a spot in a high profile match at the last NCW Pay Per View, A Night To Remember against some unknown entity.
There’s myself.
There’s a man I’ve beaten more times than I can count and a man of which thinks he is the greatest thing since sliced bread…toasted sliced bread but sliced bread nonetheless.
Jackie…how’s it going?
Been a long time.
What, a year?
A year since I kicked the crap out of you so bad that you soon realized you couldn’t hang with the big dogs, took your ball, and went home?
Let me ask you this Jackhammer, what in the bluest of blue hells makes you think that you would fare any better a year later? What makes you think that anything has changed in the skillset the two of us possess?
Hell, if anything, I’ve gotten better while you’ve sat on the sidelines banging Mexican hookers. While you were gone, I took that belt that you possessed and made it mean something again. I took that belt and held it longer than anyone has ever held it. What have you done since then?
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
I’ve gone on to be Rising Star of 2012, main-eventing Pay Per Views for three straight months.
You?
NOTHING!
Getting the picture?
Is it coming into focus?
The people in the stands may cheer me, which is different from the last time we met, but the fact of the matter is, personality wise, I’m the exact same guy who beat you back then, and I’m the guy who’s going to beat you again.
You can talk nice all you want Jack, but the fact of the matter is simple, you don’t like me, nor I you. We have a score to settle in your mind, and apparently we will do so this Sunday.
In my mind?
The game between Jackhammer and Mike Laszlo is over. The closer came in and he pitched a shutout. This may be a little reincarnation of a year ago, but make no mistake about it, I could honestly care less.
Speaking of caring less…there’s A.C. Douglas.
Did I hear you right last week?
YOU made the Coliseum watchable?
What part did you exactly make exciting?
Was it the part where you hit me with your pathetic kick, only to have me kick out?
Oh, I know, the ratings spiked as you gimped around the ring…no?
It must have been when your face hit my knee, and if not for the interruption of Joe Everyman would have ended the match.
That’s it.
Face it A.C. if it weren’t for Shane Hunt getting his ass kicked all over that Coliseum, they would have given YOU the title of Coliseum punching bag. Your talented, when you want to be, but I’ll tell you this right here and right now, you may think you’re the hottest think since popcorn, but you’re nowhere near as good as I am. I would have had you beat at the Coliseum, and it looks like I might just have to go through with it this time around.
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Title: Crazy?
Location: Houston, TX
Time: After My Match with Caleb Lockwood
Alexis and I headed through the curtain and to the backstage area. Chad came up wanting an interview, but I refused him. I wasn’t in the mood for his stupid questions. I really don’t think anybody is in the mood for his stupid questions, but he’s just doing his job so normally we all oblige. I tried to wave him off but he came up anyway.
Chad Lights: Mike can I get a…
Mike Laszlo: Not now.
Chad Lights: But…
Mike Laszlo: I said not now.
Chad Lights: Dude, we’re going on in…
Realizing that I had enough of the stupidity, Alexis steps in front of Chad, stopping him in his tracks. She cocks her head to the side and shoots a glare up to the slightly taller Mr. Lights.
Alexis Caffrey: What part of not now do you not understand?
Chad Lights: I get it. Really I do. It’s just that…live…tele…vision.
His speech slowed as Alexis, with the same evil looking glare, started shaking her head from side to side. Chad looked paralyzed in fear as he had no idea what the young lady in front of him was capable of. He starts shaking his head as well.
Chad Lights: Nnnnnnnooooooooooooo interview?
Suddenly, Alexis brings her head back to its upright position shooting a smile at the young interviewer. Chad looks on confused as all hell before Alexis comes up with a brilliant idea.
Alexis Caffrey: I like you Chad.
Chad Lights: You do?
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, so, interview me.
Chad Lights: This is supposed to be where I get Mike opinion on the…
Alexis starts shaking her head in dismay, that same weird look on her face.
Chad Lights: Th…thi…this is where I get yooooooooooour opinion?
That cute smile appears on Alexis’ face again as she nods approvingly.
Alexis Caffrey: See silly, Mike said you’re an idiot, but you’re certainly not as dumb as you look.
Chad Lights: Uh…
Alexis Caffrey: That was a compliment…say thank you.
Chad Lights: Um…thanks…I guess.
Alexis clasps her hands together behind her back and sways innocently side to side like a little girl who has a secret but shouldn’t tell anybody. Chad is thrown off by her actions as she leans toward him.
Chad Lights: Um…
Alexis Caffrey: You were going to ask a question?
Chad tries his best to ignore her antics, shaking the dazed look off his face. He turns to the camera, filming for the purposes of NCW.com and makes an attempt to go on with his interview.
Chad Lights: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Chad Lights, and tonight, I’m here with Alexis Caffrey. Alexis, since Mike won’t take this time, what are your thoughts on his match tonight, and his chances of going on to A Night To Remember for the high profile match?
He lowers the mic down to the young lady’s lips, but before answering, she simply bursts into laughter, confusing the backstage interviewer.
Chad Lights: What’s so funny?
She continues to laugh, her volume escalating as she points at Chad. Breathing in heavily, hand on her chest, she answers his question.
Alexis Caffrey: What’s so funny? You. You actually thought that I was going to stand here and answer questions from you? Who do you think you are asking me questions? Who do you think you are asking my boyfriend questions? We don’t answer to you. You’re an idiot. You know nothing and that’s why you ask all of your stupid little questions.
At first Chad is taken aback by what she has to say, but then firms up realizing that he is the “man” of the situation at hand.
Chad Lights: What is your problem? Have you lost your mind? Are you crazy?
Alexis stops laughing in a nanosecond and glares at the interviewer, seemingly ready to claw his eyes out when from behind I grab Chad by the shoulder and push him backward into the wall, holding him there with my forearm, much to the enjoyment of Alexis.
Mike Laszlo: You want crazy? I can show you crazy in the drop of a hat. Chad, you’ve known me for two years now, and normally, I would have no problem with an interview. The fact of the matter however, is that when I say no, it means no.
Chad Lights: I…I’m sor…
Mike Laszlo: SHUT UP!
Chad nods, shaking in fear. It’s probably a good thing he’s wearing a dark pair of pants. I continue.
Mike Laszlo: You wanted this, you got it. I told Caleb that talking trash about him was worthless, and you know what? I was right…again. I beat him in the center of that ring, and now it’s on to next week. Jackhammer, and AC Douglas are my obstacles. I will overcome those obstacles because I can. May nineteenth is the last night of this company, and there is not a man alive that will stop me from getting in this match with whoever the hell it is on the other side of that ring. Do you understand?
Chad nods accordingly.
Chad Lights: Ye…yes sir.
Mike Laszlo: This interview is over.
That said, I walk away, at least a step before snapping back and pushing Chad into the wall again.
Mike Laszlo: By the way, you call her crazy again and I’ll throw you through this wall. Got it?
Chad can say nothing and instead only nods. Letting him go I turn and start to walk away. Alexis looks down at the double-overed man, catching his breath.
Alexis Caffrey: Jerk!
She turns away and skips off, to catch up to me. Grabbing her hand, we head off down the hall as the scene fades.
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You see, it’s not that I mind interviews. Really, I don’t. There’s just a point in time where it is indeed the wrong place and wrong time. That was the time and place for Chad Lights. I’d like to apologize to him right now…but I can’t. I can’t because I warned him and yet he continued on.
Much like this coming Sunday.
Collision will be the wrong place and wrong time for both Jackhammer and A.C. Douglas. I’m warning you now…stay away.
I’d apologize in advance, but again, I can’t. You’ve been warned.
I don’t care which one of you I pin or submit, the fact is, it will happen.
One of you will lose this match and it will be at my hand.
My moment of glory awaits me at A Night To Remember. My moment where the lights will shine brighter than ever before, is a mere three weeks away. I don’t care who is across the ring from me this week, or any of the weeks after, the NCW Roster has been put on notice by me.
So whether it’s beating Jackhammer…again or driving my knee into A.C. Douglas’ face…again, the same result will occur…I will win.
It’s funny that the word crazy has been thrown around. The definition of the word is to do the same thing over and over again without varying result. Time and time again, people have tried to stop me from achieving my goal, and time and time again people have failed.
So while Jackhammer continues to bang Mexican whores;
and A.C. Douglas spends his time being a young, black failure;
I will be standing across the ring from the mystery opponent, and not even he can stop me from having my moment.
The time for talk as I said last week, is over. The time for action is now. My moment starts now and culminates at A Night To Remember.
If the two of you think you can stop me, then it isn’t Alexis, nor myself, that’s crazy…IT’S YOU!
Well, maybe if NCW had a future, that would be more correct in assumption.
Old enemies, new wannabes, it’s all alike.
This Sunday on Collision, we have three men in a Triple Threat match, vying for a spot in a high profile match at the last NCW Pay Per View, A Night To Remember against some unknown entity.
There’s myself.
There’s a man I’ve beaten more times than I can count and a man of which thinks he is the greatest thing since sliced bread…toasted sliced bread but sliced bread nonetheless.
Jackie…how’s it going?
Been a long time.
What, a year?
A year since I kicked the crap out of you so bad that you soon realized you couldn’t hang with the big dogs, took your ball, and went home?
Let me ask you this Jackhammer, what in the bluest of blue hells makes you think that you would fare any better a year later? What makes you think that anything has changed in the skillset the two of us possess?
Hell, if anything, I’ve gotten better while you’ve sat on the sidelines banging Mexican hookers. While you were gone, I took that belt that you possessed and made it mean something again. I took that belt and held it longer than anyone has ever held it. What have you done since then?
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
I’ve gone on to be Rising Star of 2012, main-eventing Pay Per Views for three straight months.
You?
NOTHING!
Getting the picture?
Is it coming into focus?
The people in the stands may cheer me, which is different from the last time we met, but the fact of the matter is, personality wise, I’m the exact same guy who beat you back then, and I’m the guy who’s going to beat you again.
You can talk nice all you want Jack, but the fact of the matter is simple, you don’t like me, nor I you. We have a score to settle in your mind, and apparently we will do so this Sunday.
In my mind?
The game between Jackhammer and Mike Laszlo is over. The closer came in and he pitched a shutout. This may be a little reincarnation of a year ago, but make no mistake about it, I could honestly care less.
Speaking of caring less…there’s A.C. Douglas.
Did I hear you right last week?
YOU made the Coliseum watchable?
What part did you exactly make exciting?
Was it the part where you hit me with your pathetic kick, only to have me kick out?
Oh, I know, the ratings spiked as you gimped around the ring…no?
It must have been when your face hit my knee, and if not for the interruption of Joe Everyman would have ended the match.
That’s it.
Face it A.C. if it weren’t for Shane Hunt getting his ass kicked all over that Coliseum, they would have given YOU the title of Coliseum punching bag. Your talented, when you want to be, but I’ll tell you this right here and right now, you may think you’re the hottest think since popcorn, but you’re nowhere near as good as I am. I would have had you beat at the Coliseum, and it looks like I might just have to go through with it this time around.
====================
Title: Crazy?
Location: Houston, TX
Time: After My Match with Caleb Lockwood
Alexis and I headed through the curtain and to the backstage area. Chad came up wanting an interview, but I refused him. I wasn’t in the mood for his stupid questions. I really don’t think anybody is in the mood for his stupid questions, but he’s just doing his job so normally we all oblige. I tried to wave him off but he came up anyway.
Chad Lights: Mike can I get a…
Mike Laszlo: Not now.
Chad Lights: But…
Mike Laszlo: I said not now.
Chad Lights: Dude, we’re going on in…
Realizing that I had enough of the stupidity, Alexis steps in front of Chad, stopping him in his tracks. She cocks her head to the side and shoots a glare up to the slightly taller Mr. Lights.
Alexis Caffrey: What part of not now do you not understand?
Chad Lights: I get it. Really I do. It’s just that…live…tele…vision.
His speech slowed as Alexis, with the same evil looking glare, started shaking her head from side to side. Chad looked paralyzed in fear as he had no idea what the young lady in front of him was capable of. He starts shaking his head as well.
Chad Lights: Nnnnnnnooooooooooooo interview?
Suddenly, Alexis brings her head back to its upright position shooting a smile at the young interviewer. Chad looks on confused as all hell before Alexis comes up with a brilliant idea.
Alexis Caffrey: I like you Chad.
Chad Lights: You do?
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, so, interview me.
Chad Lights: This is supposed to be where I get Mike opinion on the…
Alexis starts shaking her head in dismay, that same weird look on her face.
Chad Lights: Th…thi…this is where I get yooooooooooour opinion?
That cute smile appears on Alexis’ face again as she nods approvingly.
Alexis Caffrey: See silly, Mike said you’re an idiot, but you’re certainly not as dumb as you look.
Chad Lights: Uh…
Alexis Caffrey: That was a compliment…say thank you.
Chad Lights: Um…thanks…I guess.
Alexis clasps her hands together behind her back and sways innocently side to side like a little girl who has a secret but shouldn’t tell anybody. Chad is thrown off by her actions as she leans toward him.
Chad Lights: Um…
Alexis Caffrey: You were going to ask a question?
Chad tries his best to ignore her antics, shaking the dazed look off his face. He turns to the camera, filming for the purposes of NCW.com and makes an attempt to go on with his interview.
Chad Lights: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Chad Lights, and tonight, I’m here with Alexis Caffrey. Alexis, since Mike won’t take this time, what are your thoughts on his match tonight, and his chances of going on to A Night To Remember for the high profile match?
He lowers the mic down to the young lady’s lips, but before answering, she simply bursts into laughter, confusing the backstage interviewer.
Chad Lights: What’s so funny?
She continues to laugh, her volume escalating as she points at Chad. Breathing in heavily, hand on her chest, she answers his question.
Alexis Caffrey: What’s so funny? You. You actually thought that I was going to stand here and answer questions from you? Who do you think you are asking me questions? Who do you think you are asking my boyfriend questions? We don’t answer to you. You’re an idiot. You know nothing and that’s why you ask all of your stupid little questions.
At first Chad is taken aback by what she has to say, but then firms up realizing that he is the “man” of the situation at hand.
Chad Lights: What is your problem? Have you lost your mind? Are you crazy?
Alexis stops laughing in a nanosecond and glares at the interviewer, seemingly ready to claw his eyes out when from behind I grab Chad by the shoulder and push him backward into the wall, holding him there with my forearm, much to the enjoyment of Alexis.
Mike Laszlo: You want crazy? I can show you crazy in the drop of a hat. Chad, you’ve known me for two years now, and normally, I would have no problem with an interview. The fact of the matter however, is that when I say no, it means no.
Chad Lights: I…I’m sor…
Mike Laszlo: SHUT UP!
Chad nods, shaking in fear. It’s probably a good thing he’s wearing a dark pair of pants. I continue.
Mike Laszlo: You wanted this, you got it. I told Caleb that talking trash about him was worthless, and you know what? I was right…again. I beat him in the center of that ring, and now it’s on to next week. Jackhammer, and AC Douglas are my obstacles. I will overcome those obstacles because I can. May nineteenth is the last night of this company, and there is not a man alive that will stop me from getting in this match with whoever the hell it is on the other side of that ring. Do you understand?
Chad nods accordingly.
Chad Lights: Ye…yes sir.
Mike Laszlo: This interview is over.
That said, I walk away, at least a step before snapping back and pushing Chad into the wall again.
Mike Laszlo: By the way, you call her crazy again and I’ll throw you through this wall. Got it?
Chad can say nothing and instead only nods. Letting him go I turn and start to walk away. Alexis looks down at the double-overed man, catching his breath.
Alexis Caffrey: Jerk!
She turns away and skips off, to catch up to me. Grabbing her hand, we head off down the hall as the scene fades.
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You see, it’s not that I mind interviews. Really, I don’t. There’s just a point in time where it is indeed the wrong place and wrong time. That was the time and place for Chad Lights. I’d like to apologize to him right now…but I can’t. I can’t because I warned him and yet he continued on.
Much like this coming Sunday.
Collision will be the wrong place and wrong time for both Jackhammer and A.C. Douglas. I’m warning you now…stay away.
I’d apologize in advance, but again, I can’t. You’ve been warned.
I don’t care which one of you I pin or submit, the fact is, it will happen.
One of you will lose this match and it will be at my hand.
My moment of glory awaits me at A Night To Remember. My moment where the lights will shine brighter than ever before, is a mere three weeks away. I don’t care who is across the ring from me this week, or any of the weeks after, the NCW Roster has been put on notice by me.
So whether it’s beating Jackhammer…again or driving my knee into A.C. Douglas’ face…again, the same result will occur…I will win.
It’s funny that the word crazy has been thrown around. The definition of the word is to do the same thing over and over again without varying result. Time and time again, people have tried to stop me from achieving my goal, and time and time again people have failed.
So while Jackhammer continues to bang Mexican whores;
and A.C. Douglas spends his time being a young, black failure;
I will be standing across the ring from the mystery opponent, and not even he can stop me from having my moment.
The time for talk as I said last week, is over. The time for action is now. My moment starts now and culminates at A Night To Remember.
If the two of you think you can stop me, then it isn’t Alexis, nor myself, that’s crazy…IT’S YOU!