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'Hell This Is It Now
Every Body Get Down
This Is All I Can Take
This Is How a Heart Breaks!
You take a hit now
Ya feel it Break Down!
Make ya stay
Wide awake
This Is How a Heart Breaks!'

Mikes theme music hits and he appears through the curtain with a new found aggression and intensity not seen before from him. With mic in hand he approaches the ring, a sence of purpose and force radiating from each step. He hit the ring quickly and readily let the fans know what was on his troubled little mind.

"Hey, I don't think you know this people, either that or you don't care, but a while back...Geoff crossed the line. By incident or purpose, that self important yuppy little punk a** decided it was 'ok' to pop in on me and my boys. So if he's got the same guts to show his face infront of me tonight, if he thinks he can roll with the GWF, I'll show him what it's like to roll with just one, and it is gunnu be One HEEEEELLLL of a ride..."

Mike tried to raise the mic to his mouth but the jeers of the croud distracted him. "SHUT UP!" He barked. "Now lookey here sonny, everyone around here seems to think your full of some kind of s**t. The thing is, your just a punk to everyone in this locker room, who is threatened by a group of guys all ready to take your pathetic place in this business. You got a vendetta against the GWF? You want us out of your sight? Well I got something very very special planned for you. I've been with those boys for a long time and at Anti-Law, I think i have just the way to settle this. Any idea what it is?"

That got him hot. There were two things Mike Landry would not stand for; People disrespecting him and his boys, and people calling him 'Laundry'.

"No boy but if a handicap match is your death wish, I can save what my little secret is for another of your a**-whoopings!"

"Oh yea, as far as i'm concered its been on since you started running your mouth backstage, and at Anti-Law, i'm turning you off!"

Mike dropped his Mic and began blowing off steam in the ring, harshly booting the top turnbuckle cover and stamping around the ring in hostility.

Mike looked at him like Geoff was mad for asking the question, and slowly bent down to pick up his mic. "Am I ok? You come around and bust into OUR spot trying to take US out because you feel WE don't belong here and ask if I'm ok? You come out here and not only deny me my gracious singles match right here tonight, but arrogently challenge ME to a handicap match in OUR favor and ask if I'm alright? Let me get one thing perfecly clear...When it comes to the GWF, my loyalties are clear. We Win Together. And not a punk a** like you, nor anyone else you can find in that locker room to carry you through a match can change any of that. Oh I'm just fine. I'm just itching at the chance to stretch, pound, and pin you 1-2-3 as soon as possible...I'm not just fine, I'm super." Mike gives an akward if not obssessed look of determination as he stares at Geoff from the ring.

A large grin overtook Mikes face as nods eagerly, nearly ripping off his overcoat in the process.

Mike began throwing wild punches at Geoff. A ref ran down to the ring and signaled for a bell and the match was under way.

Mike tried to keep up his punches but was forced back into the corner and covered up, calling for the ref to stop the closed fists, begging off.