Post by lasiewicz on Sept 29, 2006 9:20:52 GMT -5
Dear PCW
There are many things on my mind this week.
Things that need to be discussed.
Many have said so many times in the past, that all I am, is a large ego, that all I think is that I am everything...that I am the greatest.
Wrong.
What I am is confident. Confident in my mind, confident in my body, confident in my soul and confident in life. I am confident that were I to put my abilities next to anyone else's, even Lantla's, mine will overcome and supersede everyone else. I am confident that I will receive the due rewards that are owed me after the pain that has been dealt to me in the past. Egotistical? Far from it. Here is another lesson for you all to try and understand...it’s rather simple. This entire life that we are all apart of, this 'work' that we are all pawns in, relies nothing on the physical, nothing on the emotional, and completely everything on the mental. No matter how strong or big your opponent is, you can be better. No matter how much an opponent has gotten to you, use your head and you will overcome. No matter what the position you are in; use your mind to free yourself. Why don't you all just listen? Why don't you learn?
One person who needs to learn more than any other, is Justin Michaels. Let me make it really clear to you Michaels, just so you aren't confused anymore. Cause you really have no idea what you are doing...
You have been given the opportunity that no one else would give, and if you cant pull through when the s(BLEEP)t hits the fan, you will be dropped. You are nothing to me, and you will always be nothing. List all the accomplishments you have, as many times as you want, and I will still be right here, laughing in your face. Unless you can prove me wrong of course, but I really doubt that will ever happen.
Talk all the s(BLEEP)t you can, its rather amusing. Kind of like a fish out of water, flapping on the ground. And you know, you even made things worse for yourselves. Did you know that? You could have walked away. But no, you couldn't do that could you? You had to try and make yourself look like the better man.
Well guess what... you are going to get what you want. You are going to get your spot in the lights with Andreas Lasiewicz. You are going to get your chance to make me bleed, and prove to everyone at the arena, and the families watching at home, that you are in fact as good as you say you are. If you want to hurt me, this will probably be your only REAL shot at it. Even if everyone will enjoy you f(BLEEP)king it up more than you coming through on your word.
Quit trying to fool yourself bud. You are worthless, and I'm going to show the world how worthless you really are.
Did you know that this is the first chapter in our saga Michaels? It could also very well be the only chapter. And I covet every chapter in my life, even this one. It is the essence of both our souls Michaels, because I am sure that there will be lots of hard work put into it. It will read like poetry, entrapping you, and not letting you leave until you have read the next page... and the next page... and the next page. But that is what Andreas Lasiewicz does when he is thrown into the mix. You can add me to any formula, and the result is always powerful. Did you notice the increase in publicity since I entered the PCW? Did you notice more and more fans coming to the shows each week? It’s not anything you have done Michaels. If anything, most of the fans stopped watching once you became Genesis champion, let alone World Heavyweight Champ.
But you see, not anymore...now the fans have a reason to watch. Now they know that when they turn on PCW programming, they are going to see excellence. And they are going to see it in the form of Andreas Lasiewicz. I’m giving back to the fans, what they had been missing for so long, and what they really wanted more than anything else. You couldn't pull through and carry the PCW flag proudly, like a leader is supposed to...and now that there are men like myself here...its time to step down. I have nothing against you Michaels, but you are making the PCW...MY HOME...the home that I have bled for more times than you could ever dream, into a joke!
Like I said, I find you very amusing Michaels. Yes, I fired the first shot in this war boy. But I never once, said that you were nothing you little s(BLEEP)t. You are arrogant, which is true, and I said that I would be coming for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship... and that is all. You don't even know the full weight of the words you use on me. You don't even know the kind of reaction you will receive. Keep pretending you’re halfway significant, boy. I find it pretty cute myself. After all you are the 1 up in the best of five series, man! Congratulations! Should we hold a ticker tape parade for you? Would you like to be crowned prom queen after you undoubtedly bored some poor insignificant soul to death with more of your lies. You can tell me that your winning as much as you want, and I will tell you how much I do not give a f(BLEEP)k.
And don't even get me started on you word play horses(BLEEP)t. That’s just too easy. I have seen everything that you can do, everything that you have said in previous TV APPEARANCE's, and everything that you WISH to do to me at Trauma. I have every corner checked, and every aspect looked over. There is nothing you can do son. Do you understand yet? I drill it into everyone's mind but most don't listen, so I hope you get it. You are not dealing with the talent that you are used to standing tall against, you are not dealing with the skill that you know you can beat. You are not dealing with the minds you know you can conquer and the challenges that you think you can pass. You are dealing with someone who is known around the world for his mind, for his thoughts, and for his rebuttal's. You are dealing with someone who has become one of the patriarchs of the wrestling world, and one of the brightest spots that the business has seen. So when you are bloody and broken on the ground, and through your swollen eyes you see me standing over you...just remember this one thing...
You were warned.
And you didn't listen.
So while we step slowly towards the fate that the stars provide for us, think about that chill you get when you know something horrible is about to happen. Think about the unknown, it is without a doubt your only hope for salvation... Think of poetry and the beauty of words. Think of the meaning behind the abstract art. Think of the power that it holds, where only the author knows the true meaning.
Think of beauty...
And then watch it fade in front of you...
Much Love
Andreas Lasiewicz
An early Friday afternoon.
The lawn Andreas Lasiewicz once knew hasn't been the same in over a week with the non-stop rain and thunderstorms that have been hitting his town. Shaking his head and giving a look around one more time he finishes his beer and stands up, walking back inside of his home he heads though his living room and toward the kitchen. Tossing the beer bottle in the trash he heads for the phone. Staring at it for a minute in the dark, a rush of light hits the room. Looking outside it was just lighting. Picking up the phone he dials a few numbers and looks around his kitchen, waiting for the other line to be picked up.
And it isn’t…bugger!
Hanging up the phone he realizes that the time for Gold is now. It's something that he needs to do and something that he's been wanting to do for the past few months. Being in the best shape of his life, training day in and day out and spending time with his friends it has made him stronger mentally and psychically then he has ever been before. The blood sweat and tears he's endured and shed over his career has been more then worth it, and now it's time deep down inside for more. All of the friends he's made along the way and all of the enemies that have wanted to see him down and out are all part of his legacy that is just beginning.
Wondering around his house toward the basement which houses his gym he runs his hands though his hair, just thinking about what he's going to do when he comes back. Wondering if he's going to have to start all over again and work his way back up to the top if he fails. it's all a part of his mindset that he's thinking in. Slowly walking down his stairs he flips the light switch and all of his pride and glory lights up, bring back so many memories. Reaching the floor he stops and looks over at the titles, fan drawings and memories he has all over his basement walls. Walking over to his bench press he sits down, looking around the wall he leans back on the bench and closes his eyes. Envisioning all of the memories, matches and dilemmas he's been in… brings a smile back to his face. A smile that he hasn't shown in quite sometime. A sick smile...
Something has been missing from him for so long that it was starting to drag him down, it was like a weight on his ankle but he couldn't seem to get rid of it. Leaning up and shaking his head he thought to him self about what more there was that he wanted to accomplish in his life and what more he could achieve in the ring. Today of all days he shifted his focus. Things where going to change and they were going to be for the better, something that hasn't really happened that much in the life he's lead.. but now it was time.
Sitting up, wondering where he would end up, where he would go now that he's been out of the lime light for well over a year. Not demanding a huge amount of money was his first step.
Opening the door and walking out of the house and he shuts the door. Walking through the puddles in his blood red and black suit, he gets to the garage, now soaking wet. Walking into the garage he flips on the light and looks around.. so many choices on what to ride out in. His prized Viper, his Corvette or .. a Durango. Knowing full well in the back of his mind he's not going to take out his Viper, he walks over to the Durango and hops in. Starting it up he opens the garage door and backs out. Getting into the street he turns around and peels out.
Thinking in the back of his mind all of the troubles and tribulations that he's been able to make it though. His scarring injuries, his short lived title reigns and the bruise on his brain, causing him to have over the top emotions.
He begins speeding down his street heading toward the cemetery, to do what he feels right now is totally right.. to see his sister. Barrelling around the turns as the rain has now turned to hail he reaches the cemetery. Slowing down he enters one of the spots that he can always come to and feel at home with him self and his sister. Diving toward her grave that is marked with the giant headstone of an angle with a tear in her eye. He slowly comes to a stop when he reaches it.
Sitting in the SUV he shuts the engine off and sits back in his seat. With his eyes closed. It seems like his whole life is running though his mind… his acting career, his wrestling memories and memory's of the good times him and his sister used to have together. She was the one who was behind him all of the time, making sure that he made it in what ever he set his mind to. He did the same for her when he was old enough to realize that he was the only other one she had besides her self… that's what made him cling to her no matter what she did or said.. Dear Wanda...
Remembering all of this and shutting down thinking about the times they had and what they shared together when she was alive. That all changed when she passes away, nothing from that moment on was ever the same… Being there when it happened to find his sister bloody and on the edge of death. It all hit him like a ton of bricks falling on him at once.
That all seems like it was yesterday to him. But it was almost eleven years ago to the day that she was killed. Opening his eyes it feels like hours have passed when it has only been maybe ten minutes, the hail is still coming down as the thunder and lighting shatter the silence he was just in. Getting out of the SUV he walks though the mud and floating flowers. Slowly he moves over to his sister's grave.
Reaching her grave he reads the head stone "Wanda, taken away from this world too soon. Her shining star will never fade away nor will her memories we hold in our hearts. The best friend and sister anyone could every ask for."… Just like every time he's there it brings tears to his eyes because she was taken from him before he could say goodbye. Lighting crashes down behind him as he drops to his knees. Looking up at the angel and her wings.. covered in mud, tears and rain he throws his hair back. ”Hey sis, I know it's been awhile since I was here, I'm sorry for that. I miss you more and more with everyday that passes. I know your still up there watching over me and looking out for me and I can't wait until we can be together again.”
He paused briefly to bring in air. “I'm stronger now then I ever have been before and I'm rested with an even bigger drive and more goals to achieve with my crowning glory. I hope your going to look out for me still like you have so many times before. You truly are my guardian angel Wanda.. I love you sis… I always will.”
”My victory will be for you... I will prove my worth in the PCW, and this match, this war will mark my biggest achievement in the PCW. I will not fail you Wanda... This is for you...
Slowly getting up from his knees he starts walking back to his Durango. Taking a glace back at what he needs to realize and achieve for her he opens the door. Getting in he shakes a little and shuts the door… starting the Durango up he starts flipping though his CD book… stopping at one of his favorite CD's. He puts one in and he turns it up and lets it play out as he starts to drive away, slowly. Turning around in the far end of the cemetery he peels out when he's turned throwing mud all behind him as the sky lights up once again from the lightning.
There are many things on my mind this week.
Things that need to be discussed.
Many have said so many times in the past, that all I am, is a large ego, that all I think is that I am everything...that I am the greatest.
Wrong.
What I am is confident. Confident in my mind, confident in my body, confident in my soul and confident in life. I am confident that were I to put my abilities next to anyone else's, even Lantla's, mine will overcome and supersede everyone else. I am confident that I will receive the due rewards that are owed me after the pain that has been dealt to me in the past. Egotistical? Far from it. Here is another lesson for you all to try and understand...it’s rather simple. This entire life that we are all apart of, this 'work' that we are all pawns in, relies nothing on the physical, nothing on the emotional, and completely everything on the mental. No matter how strong or big your opponent is, you can be better. No matter how much an opponent has gotten to you, use your head and you will overcome. No matter what the position you are in; use your mind to free yourself. Why don't you all just listen? Why don't you learn?
One person who needs to learn more than any other, is Justin Michaels. Let me make it really clear to you Michaels, just so you aren't confused anymore. Cause you really have no idea what you are doing...
You have been given the opportunity that no one else would give, and if you cant pull through when the s(BLEEP)t hits the fan, you will be dropped. You are nothing to me, and you will always be nothing. List all the accomplishments you have, as many times as you want, and I will still be right here, laughing in your face. Unless you can prove me wrong of course, but I really doubt that will ever happen.
Talk all the s(BLEEP)t you can, its rather amusing. Kind of like a fish out of water, flapping on the ground. And you know, you even made things worse for yourselves. Did you know that? You could have walked away. But no, you couldn't do that could you? You had to try and make yourself look like the better man.
Well guess what... you are going to get what you want. You are going to get your spot in the lights with Andreas Lasiewicz. You are going to get your chance to make me bleed, and prove to everyone at the arena, and the families watching at home, that you are in fact as good as you say you are. If you want to hurt me, this will probably be your only REAL shot at it. Even if everyone will enjoy you f(BLEEP)king it up more than you coming through on your word.
Quit trying to fool yourself bud. You are worthless, and I'm going to show the world how worthless you really are.
Did you know that this is the first chapter in our saga Michaels? It could also very well be the only chapter. And I covet every chapter in my life, even this one. It is the essence of both our souls Michaels, because I am sure that there will be lots of hard work put into it. It will read like poetry, entrapping you, and not letting you leave until you have read the next page... and the next page... and the next page. But that is what Andreas Lasiewicz does when he is thrown into the mix. You can add me to any formula, and the result is always powerful. Did you notice the increase in publicity since I entered the PCW? Did you notice more and more fans coming to the shows each week? It’s not anything you have done Michaels. If anything, most of the fans stopped watching once you became Genesis champion, let alone World Heavyweight Champ.
But you see, not anymore...now the fans have a reason to watch. Now they know that when they turn on PCW programming, they are going to see excellence. And they are going to see it in the form of Andreas Lasiewicz. I’m giving back to the fans, what they had been missing for so long, and what they really wanted more than anything else. You couldn't pull through and carry the PCW flag proudly, like a leader is supposed to...and now that there are men like myself here...its time to step down. I have nothing against you Michaels, but you are making the PCW...MY HOME...the home that I have bled for more times than you could ever dream, into a joke!
Like I said, I find you very amusing Michaels. Yes, I fired the first shot in this war boy. But I never once, said that you were nothing you little s(BLEEP)t. You are arrogant, which is true, and I said that I would be coming for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship... and that is all. You don't even know the full weight of the words you use on me. You don't even know the kind of reaction you will receive. Keep pretending you’re halfway significant, boy. I find it pretty cute myself. After all you are the 1 up in the best of five series, man! Congratulations! Should we hold a ticker tape parade for you? Would you like to be crowned prom queen after you undoubtedly bored some poor insignificant soul to death with more of your lies. You can tell me that your winning as much as you want, and I will tell you how much I do not give a f(BLEEP)k.
And don't even get me started on you word play horses(BLEEP)t. That’s just too easy. I have seen everything that you can do, everything that you have said in previous TV APPEARANCE's, and everything that you WISH to do to me at Trauma. I have every corner checked, and every aspect looked over. There is nothing you can do son. Do you understand yet? I drill it into everyone's mind but most don't listen, so I hope you get it. You are not dealing with the talent that you are used to standing tall against, you are not dealing with the skill that you know you can beat. You are not dealing with the minds you know you can conquer and the challenges that you think you can pass. You are dealing with someone who is known around the world for his mind, for his thoughts, and for his rebuttal's. You are dealing with someone who has become one of the patriarchs of the wrestling world, and one of the brightest spots that the business has seen. So when you are bloody and broken on the ground, and through your swollen eyes you see me standing over you...just remember this one thing...
You were warned.
And you didn't listen.
So while we step slowly towards the fate that the stars provide for us, think about that chill you get when you know something horrible is about to happen. Think about the unknown, it is without a doubt your only hope for salvation... Think of poetry and the beauty of words. Think of the meaning behind the abstract art. Think of the power that it holds, where only the author knows the true meaning.
Think of beauty...
And then watch it fade in front of you...
Much Love
Andreas Lasiewicz
An early Friday afternoon.
The lawn Andreas Lasiewicz once knew hasn't been the same in over a week with the non-stop rain and thunderstorms that have been hitting his town. Shaking his head and giving a look around one more time he finishes his beer and stands up, walking back inside of his home he heads though his living room and toward the kitchen. Tossing the beer bottle in the trash he heads for the phone. Staring at it for a minute in the dark, a rush of light hits the room. Looking outside it was just lighting. Picking up the phone he dials a few numbers and looks around his kitchen, waiting for the other line to be picked up.
And it isn’t…bugger!
Hanging up the phone he realizes that the time for Gold is now. It's something that he needs to do and something that he's been wanting to do for the past few months. Being in the best shape of his life, training day in and day out and spending time with his friends it has made him stronger mentally and psychically then he has ever been before. The blood sweat and tears he's endured and shed over his career has been more then worth it, and now it's time deep down inside for more. All of the friends he's made along the way and all of the enemies that have wanted to see him down and out are all part of his legacy that is just beginning.
Wondering around his house toward the basement which houses his gym he runs his hands though his hair, just thinking about what he's going to do when he comes back. Wondering if he's going to have to start all over again and work his way back up to the top if he fails. it's all a part of his mindset that he's thinking in. Slowly walking down his stairs he flips the light switch and all of his pride and glory lights up, bring back so many memories. Reaching the floor he stops and looks over at the titles, fan drawings and memories he has all over his basement walls. Walking over to his bench press he sits down, looking around the wall he leans back on the bench and closes his eyes. Envisioning all of the memories, matches and dilemmas he's been in… brings a smile back to his face. A smile that he hasn't shown in quite sometime. A sick smile...
Something has been missing from him for so long that it was starting to drag him down, it was like a weight on his ankle but he couldn't seem to get rid of it. Leaning up and shaking his head he thought to him self about what more there was that he wanted to accomplish in his life and what more he could achieve in the ring. Today of all days he shifted his focus. Things where going to change and they were going to be for the better, something that hasn't really happened that much in the life he's lead.. but now it was time.
Sitting up, wondering where he would end up, where he would go now that he's been out of the lime light for well over a year. Not demanding a huge amount of money was his first step.
Opening the door and walking out of the house and he shuts the door. Walking through the puddles in his blood red and black suit, he gets to the garage, now soaking wet. Walking into the garage he flips on the light and looks around.. so many choices on what to ride out in. His prized Viper, his Corvette or .. a Durango. Knowing full well in the back of his mind he's not going to take out his Viper, he walks over to the Durango and hops in. Starting it up he opens the garage door and backs out. Getting into the street he turns around and peels out.
Thinking in the back of his mind all of the troubles and tribulations that he's been able to make it though. His scarring injuries, his short lived title reigns and the bruise on his brain, causing him to have over the top emotions.
He begins speeding down his street heading toward the cemetery, to do what he feels right now is totally right.. to see his sister. Barrelling around the turns as the rain has now turned to hail he reaches the cemetery. Slowing down he enters one of the spots that he can always come to and feel at home with him self and his sister. Diving toward her grave that is marked with the giant headstone of an angle with a tear in her eye. He slowly comes to a stop when he reaches it.
Sitting in the SUV he shuts the engine off and sits back in his seat. With his eyes closed. It seems like his whole life is running though his mind… his acting career, his wrestling memories and memory's of the good times him and his sister used to have together. She was the one who was behind him all of the time, making sure that he made it in what ever he set his mind to. He did the same for her when he was old enough to realize that he was the only other one she had besides her self… that's what made him cling to her no matter what she did or said.. Dear Wanda...
Remembering all of this and shutting down thinking about the times they had and what they shared together when she was alive. That all changed when she passes away, nothing from that moment on was ever the same… Being there when it happened to find his sister bloody and on the edge of death. It all hit him like a ton of bricks falling on him at once.
That all seems like it was yesterday to him. But it was almost eleven years ago to the day that she was killed. Opening his eyes it feels like hours have passed when it has only been maybe ten minutes, the hail is still coming down as the thunder and lighting shatter the silence he was just in. Getting out of the SUV he walks though the mud and floating flowers. Slowly he moves over to his sister's grave.
Reaching her grave he reads the head stone "Wanda, taken away from this world too soon. Her shining star will never fade away nor will her memories we hold in our hearts. The best friend and sister anyone could every ask for."… Just like every time he's there it brings tears to his eyes because she was taken from him before he could say goodbye. Lighting crashes down behind him as he drops to his knees. Looking up at the angel and her wings.. covered in mud, tears and rain he throws his hair back. ”Hey sis, I know it's been awhile since I was here, I'm sorry for that. I miss you more and more with everyday that passes. I know your still up there watching over me and looking out for me and I can't wait until we can be together again.”
He paused briefly to bring in air. “I'm stronger now then I ever have been before and I'm rested with an even bigger drive and more goals to achieve with my crowning glory. I hope your going to look out for me still like you have so many times before. You truly are my guardian angel Wanda.. I love you sis… I always will.”
”My victory will be for you... I will prove my worth in the PCW, and this match, this war will mark my biggest achievement in the PCW. I will not fail you Wanda... This is for you...
Slowly getting up from his knees he starts walking back to his Durango. Taking a glace back at what he needs to realize and achieve for her he opens the door. Getting in he shakes a little and shuts the door… starting the Durango up he starts flipping though his CD book… stopping at one of his favorite CD's. He puts one in and he turns it up and lets it play out as he starts to drive away, slowly. Turning around in the far end of the cemetery he peels out when he's turned throwing mud all behind him as the sky lights up once again from the lightning.