Mike is seen sitting in the middle of the ring with a set standing around him, a large flat screen tv is hanging next to him. He has a microphone in hand as he sits quite comfortably, listening to the audience try and boo him out of the arena. Landry just sat there and waited for them to run out of breath or their throats to be sore or for them to finally lose interest, whatever came first before he began speaking over them.

"My name is "The Heartbreaker" Mike Landry, the DCW Champion, and this is my brand new interview segment, The Heartbreak Hotel. On this show I am going to examine every little element of DCW that has been broken, that has failed, and who is responsible."

The crowd boo'd intensly, not wantingto hear another one of Landry's whining sessions.

"First up, let's look at the schedule for tonights festivities if you will. First off, I have a tag team match against Freddie and Xavier Cross, and my tag team partner is Nuke Fusion." He said with extra emphasis as the crowd cheered the Prodigy's name. "This is no tag team match, this is a freakshow! This is barbaric treatment of the world's champion, somthing I should file an injunction for! Last week Nuke Fusion threw me out of the ring and stole my title belt, since then i've regained it thanks to proper legal action, but now management expects me to burry the hatchet and work as his tag team partner? I don't think so! Nuke Fusion, if you expect me to be your partner, if you expect to recieve any sort of help from me whatsoever, you will get your Heart Broken."

Mike made the Heartbreak signal across his chest and let the crowd rain down on him with boos before continueing on.

"So you might think that after a travisty of booking like that, it couldn't get much worse right? Well you would think that, because you're idiots, but no there is much worse to come. We have Kelly King 2.0 vs. Christina Parks, a woman! A man and multi time world champion, vs. a woman and a nobody. Management furthers the hilarity by setting up a 6 woman battle royal. Let me tell you people something, whenever 6 women get into the same confined space, panties get bunched and cats get into fights, nothing original, nothing special. Hey management, how about you use that time for something more important, like your World Champion!"

Mike's blatent display or sexism was deeply offending the audience and they weren't going to take much more of it.

"Now this would be the time that I bring out my guest to interview, but in all honesty, who the hell is left on this sad excuse for a show to get an opinion from? Nuke? He's a fluke. Jed? He's a flop. 2.0? He's too busy beating on women to think straight. So screw you and your expectations, this is my show, both DCW and The Heartbreak Hotel, and I call the shots! So you go and take your bathroom breaks for the rest of the show and stuff your fat mouths with food until the main event where I will single handedly hand Xavier and Freddie's asses to them on a silver platter. So says the Heartbreaker, so shall it be."