'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..."



-Damn!-


Geoff walked out with a mic in hand. The fans cheered as Geoff walked down the ramp and slid into the ring. Geoff raised the mic to his mouth. "When did I cross the line?" Geoff shook his head. "By winning a match against GWF rejects?, by wanting the GWF out of here?" A smirk appeared on Geoff's face. "Or was it when I sent Grif for 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?"

"Whoa Whoa Whoa.." Geoff stared at Laundry. "Let me guess? Three of you GWF punks against me and a partner of my choosing? How about it.. Laundry?" Geoff said smiling.

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!"

"So were on? Great!" Geoff smiled as the crowd cheered at hearing the match. Geoff didn't know much about Mike but he knew if he was with the GWF then he could be that good.

"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.

Geoff laughed. "Whoa there Mike.. Are you Ok?" The crowd laughed with Geoff. No other GWF member ever acted this crazy..

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.

"Deny you of a singles match? I didn't deny anything!" Geoff stared at Laundry and took of his shirt. "So what Im hearing is, you want to go right now?" The crowd cheered on Geoff.

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

It seemed Geoff was going to have a match, which made him smile. Geoff dropped his mic and stared at Laundry.

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.

Geoff took a few punches but then retaliated throwing lefts and rights at Mike.

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.

The ref pulled Geoff off of Mike and Geoff backed up into the other corner.

Mike checked his lip to see if he was bleeding. He shook off the blows and slowly made it to the center of the ring, calling for a collar elbow tie up.

Geoff tied up with Laundry but went for a quick kick to the gut, followed up by a suplex.

Mike took the suplex but rolled up to his feet immediatly, and followed up with a toe kick and an attempt at a single-underhook suplex.

Geoff was suplexed but also got up to his feet fast, smiling. Geoff ran at Laundry going to hit him with a clothsline.

Mike anticipated a quick recovery since it was so early and caught his arm and attempted an STO to put him down.

Geoff fell down onto the mat.

Mike was quick to follow up as he held onto the arm he caugth from the clothesline, rolled around and hooked in a cross arm-bar.

Geoff got to the ropes quick and told Landry to break the hold.

Mike held onto the arm-bar, waiting for his four-count. 1...2..."I told you I was gunnu stretch you boy!" He yelled, bending the elbow back farther and farther, 3...4...Mike waited as long as possible and finally released the hold. He got to his feet and taunted Geoff, telling him to get up.

Geoff rose to his feet and winced as he shook his arm and started at Landry.

Mike grinned and rolled for a hip-toss, and if that hit he would lock in another cross arm-bar.

Geoff blocked the hip toss and went to hit one of his own.

mike blocked that as well and lifted his legs over his arm for a take down into the arm bar again.

Geoff was on the mat again screaming in pain, trying to get to the ropes.

Mike smirked again and let him out of the hold willingly. He turned his back to face the audience, yelling 'Is this it? Is this your guy?'

Geoff got up slowly, shaking his arm, seeing Landry taunt. Geoff went to hit him with a chop block, Just so he could get him on the ground.

Mike got his legs chopped out and fell to the ground, clutching the back of his knee.

Geoff went to lift Mike up and swing him off the ropes.

Mike was irish whipped into the ropes and came running back towards Geoff.

Geoff went to hit Mike with a AA spinebuster.

Mike was planted by the Spinebuster and arched his back in pain, then rolled out of the ring to get some space. He rooted around secretly under the ring.

Geoff took this time to rest up.

The ref ordered Mike back in the ring, and he couldn't find what he wanted yet, so he slid back in and ran at Geoff, going for a a High Calf Kick.

Geoff winced as he arched his back and held it in pain.

Mike followed up his kick with another one headed straight to his exposed jaw.

Geoff was knocked onto his back.

Mike planned another follow up, attempting to drop a leg across Geoffs throat, and if that hit he would go for a pin attempt.


All of a sudden Geoff was hearing the refs hand slap the mat.

1!

2!

Geoff kicked out at 2 and a half and staggered to his feet.

Mike didn't let Geoff get any space and jumped right back on him, trying to apply his special Dragon Sleeper from behind.

Geoff was locked into the Dragon Sleeper but went to smash Mike into the turnbuckle.

Mike hit the turnbuckle hard once, then tried to stop his comeback by transfering the submission move into the Eye of the Hurricane.

Geoff was laid out!

Mike went for another pin attempt, thinking he was out cold.

1!

2!

Geoff had enough ring presence to some how manage to put his foot on the bottom rope.

"Unbeleivable..." He muttered to himself. Mike became impatient and wanted to put him away for sure this time, and began stalking him from behind, getting ready for his True Power.

Geoff slowly rose to his feet and turned to Mike.

Mike lifted Geoff into position across his chest, and called out to the fans, "Oh yea! It's over! It's over!" He stood there and let the boos sink in, trying to imagine how loud they will be after he pins Geoff, he probably stood there too long.

Geoff wiggled out of it and landed on his feet, he had to take advantage of his cocky nature. "....Damn!" Geoff yelled as he grabbed Mike and went to hit him with the Dominator.

mike was lifted up onto Geoff's shoulder and genuinly stunned by the show of strength. He was face planted with the Dominator, but wasn't out yet. He rolled out of the ring again clutching his face.

Geoff shook his head as he rolled out of the ring and lifted Mike up by his hair. Geoff then tried to irish whip Mike into the steel steps.

Mike was sent sailing to the steps and hit them hard, flipping over them. He began looking under the ring again and found what he was looking for. He layed there in waiting for Geoff to appear around the corner.

Geoff was wondering what Mike was doing, so approached him with caution.

Mike popped out from behind the steps and went to blast Geoff over the head with a trash can.

Geoff was laid out!!

The ref called for the bell and Mike was disqualified. Of course the ref and some officials tried to get Mike away from ringside, but he shoved them aside one by one. He lifted up Geoff's near limp body and placed his head inside the can, then set him in a 'headlock' and took up his arm and planted him with an improvized Eye of The Hurricane. He stared down at his masterwork and grinned, his music hit and he walked back up the ramp with victory on his mind.

Geoff was bleeding from the gash in his forhead, as ref and docters came out to try the help him.