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This is how a heart breaks!

And i'm steady but i'm starting to shake...
And I don't know how much more I can take...

Mike flies through the double doors at full speed, almost running into the fan barricade with all his momentum. He was wearing his old superhero mask from the beginning of his career, as well as holding a trash can in his right hand. Mike had a huge smile on his face as he was so looking forward to seeing the Twisted Flow audience for what seemed like forever. Most of them remembered Mike as the hard a** enforcer of the GWF and gave him a lukewarm reaction, but the fans who have followed his career seemed to welcome him back with open arms.

Mike slid into the ring with both props in tow, grabbing a microphone with his spare hand, waiting for the audience to die down before he could speak.

"Now I know I call myself the Innovator, but even I would not change a damn thing about you awesome fans!" He shouted to a enthusiastic reaction from the crowd.

"Now as most of you know, I made my debut in the FFA. I got my big time start in the Twisted Flow. And now that I've got the best of both worlds working together to put on a show for the...most...intense wrestling audience in the wooooooooooorld, you better DAMN well know that you are going to see Mike Landry at his absolute best!"

Mike took off his mask and set it on the trash can in the corner.

"Those two items represent an extremly important portion of my career. The mask from the FFA represents me at my naive young blue chipper days when I would do anything for a cheer. The trash can from the Twisted Flow represents when I couldn't give a damn what you people said. Now they are together. The most high energy and powerful parts of my career are in the same place, and with you people backing me I become the perfect combination of entertainer and athelete."

Mike paused as the crowd tried several chants that unfortunatly never got off the ground because everyone was chanting something different. He laughed and spoke again,

"So the United States and Canada can keep that gold. People can stop asking me to be their tag team partner, because I'm calling it right now just like Babe Ruth calling that famous home run, i'm calling that very very soon, I am going to be the FFA:TF World Chamion!"

Mike raised his arms and stood on a turnbuckle as he got the crowd behind him, more excited than he has ever been to be in wrestling.

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Mike raised an eyebrow and looked to the stage. He smiled, liking the sound of the music and sort of rocked to it while whoever was coming out came out.

Mike nodded and smiled, "Hey thats a fair question, my name is Mike Landry. Who be you friend?"

Mike tried to keep from laughing as the brash man mouthed off, "Okay I gotcha, you're that one guy who runs his mouth to over compensate for the shitty life he had on the streets or wherever you grew up. Dude, let me just clear the air before I get godforsaken gang war started up in here. I aint here to take your spot, I aint here to burry nobody. I'm here to compete for that big shiny piece of gold that everyone wants. As for who is more entertaining, I say we let the fans decide," which recieved a fairly loud cheer in itself.

Mike shrugged, "Bro, when it comes to crime rate, Compton aint even on the charts. Try surviving in Baltimore or New York man, stereotypes won't get you s**t in this business. But thats not what this is about. Everyone here is an equal in this business."

A light clap came from the audience breifly,

"But if thats all you came out here to say, if making sure people saw you as the most entertaining superstar on the roster, then fine, for the sake of arguing you are the most entertaining. So what are you going to do with it?"

Mike crossed his arms and just stared at Eazy.

Mike took the punch on the jaw, hunching over and holding his face away from Eazy. Though it was only to get himself in postion so he could attempt a mule kick to Eazy's gut.

Mike would try to grab Eazy by his hoodie and kick him by the a** into a corner.

Mike extended his two middle fingers and thumbs and put them together like a "W", making a mock "West Side" symbol and laughing.