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Matt Draven vs Landry

Landry took center stage as he had become so accustomed to and directed his promo to the hard camera.

"Last night...history was made!"

Landry said, holding out his hands as if he was expecting praise and cheers, but instead recieved a rain of boos and jeers.

"Last night, not only did I defeat the number one contender for the Defic Championship, overcomming two one one odds all by myself, but I single handedly began the Diva's Division Revolution!"

Another pause of expected cheers, only to be met with irritated boos.

"Last Sunday at Place Your Bets, I put down a little wager of my own. And that wager was that I could turn the Diva's Division upside down with just one woman, and that woman was Phoenixfire! The most talented, energetic, charismatic, not to mention sexy, Diva to ever roam these halls. And I have taken her under my wing in an effort to make her go down in history as -The- Definitive Diva."

The crowd couldn't help but cheer for Pheonixfire as she was a crowd favorite, but it was with reluctance as she has still tied her rope to Mike Landry.

"So last Sunday was lesson number one: how to turn a bad situation into the best situation. I did that by turning back Brody in a First Blood match while simultaniously fighting off a man, who when you ask what kind of assault he likes best he answers all of the above, Matt Shanahan. Lesson number two? Well that was teaching her how to celebrate like a Champion."

This time the crowd popped big for Shanahan, who everyone was silently wishing he'd take Landy's head off with that bat once and for all.

"You see people, there is a little something you should know about Shanahan, your 'God of Punks'. He's a degenerate. He's anti-social. He's jealous. He's unstable. He's paranoid. He's dangerous to himself and others and most of all, he's just plain pathetic."

Landry couldn't help but smirk at the final comment.

"You see a few years ago in a little organization called WWE:U, I was a rising star shooting through the ranks when another pretty diva caught my eye. I asked her out, she said yes, and over the next few months Matt Shanahan made it his personal mission to end me. He attacked me with a bat backstage, he put up nude photos of the girl in my locker room to make me look like a stalker, he tried everything he could do to sabotage my relationship with her and when it didn't work...he ran me down with a car putting me out of action for a month."

Landry had to calm himself after reliving these events in his head, but once again regained composure.

"My point is that Matt Shanahan is not to be trusted. This is the same thing he's been doing for years and i'm nipping it in the bud. So tonight, when Shanahan takes to the ring for his match against DJ, you can be damn sure that i'll be a spectator the same way he was one in my match last Sunday. So says The Heartbreaker, so shall it be."

Landry put the microphone down and waited for his opponent to arrive so he could give Phoenixfire, wherever she was, lesson number three.

Landry became restless and irritable waiting on the Champion's entrance. Once again he asked for a microphone from the ringside attendant and addressed the tardy champ.

"What? Is the Champion not going to face me tonight? Too beat up from Tables Ladders and Chairs? Give me a break! I was assaulted with a baseball bat AND had to win a first blood match last night, and I still showed to compete."

Landry turned to Phoenixfire his protoge, ready to offer up lesson number three.

"You see, this is one of the most crucial parts of being a true superstar. Hurt or 100%, you show up and you compete. If this was a title match, i'd be the new champion right now!"

He turned around and barked back at the stage.

"So Draven, come on out here and face me like a man! Come out here now and i'll break your heart as quickly as possible. Make me wait, and i'll surgically pick you apart as slowly and deliberately as possible. Your choice. Champ."

Landry was just angered by the words being spouted from Draven's mouth, but had to admit he was mildly shocked and surprised when the lights went out and he was already in the arena. However when the shock faded it reverted back to arrogance. He shook his head and smiled, he couldn't help but laught at Draven, openly mocking the champ.

"Fear? -Fear-? Look at you man! You're standing there with your face painted and your title strapped over your shoulder, looking all big and bad after your title defence last Sunday, but come on. What does that really show? Yeah I mean it's a great photo opp and you'll be on the WWF website with that pose tonight, but so will I. When i'm standing over your beaten body. I mean come on Draven, don't delude yourself. We've met before, and if I recall the last time we met...I made you tap."

Landry shrugged his shoulders in a 'what? it's the truth,' sort of way before he continued over the audiences boos.

"And now we meet again, this time you've got a title. You've got positioning. You've got timing. You've got the element of surprise. You've got momentum...but you choose not to use it. That, kid, is your fatal flaw. You have no killer instinct."

Landry let those words sink in before he continued.

"If you really had that voice inside of you telling you to win, telling you to survive, telling you to be a star, then you would have attacked me in the dark when I was gawking at the stage! LESSON NUMBER FOUR Phoenixfire: Use EVERYTHING at your disposal. Lesson number five? I'll show you how to make the champion tap out."

Landry dropped the mic and begged for Draven to climb into the ring, motioning for him to come in and get the match underway.

Landry became impatient, going over to the ropes and holding them over for Draven over and over again as he stalled for time. Landry knew what he could do and he knew what Draven could do, all that was left was to do it.

The fans had to admit it, Landry was the one who actually seemed to want to wrestle tonight, and a couple boos came out from the audience directed towards Draven.

Landry backed up for Draven to get into the ring. With both men now ready the referee signalled for the bell and the start of the match.

Landry had a once familier fire in his eyes. The fire he had when he was rising up in the ranks as a greenhorn and making a mark on the wrestling world. He also had his unwavering confidence that he's gained since becoming a world class competitor. The confidence had no mystery surrounding its source, the fire returning did.

Landryy circled with his opponent, sizing up the champ. Even with his words he knew what a world title around someones waist could do to someones mindset, giving him strengths beyond his normal potential. It was with this caution in mind that he finally offered a test of strength.

Landry put his weight behind the test of strength, trying to force his opponent's back down to the mat.

Landry tried to put all of his weight ontop of Matt, but the champ's tenacity was admirable and he fought back up to a vertical base.

This time Landry tried an inside leg trip, furthering his leverage on the champ as he made a second attempt to force his shoulders onto the mat.