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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 11:18 pm
Mike Landry and Brody Introduction!
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 3:36 pm
Don't you wanna go for a ride
Down to the other side
Feels so good you could cry
Now won't you do what I told you!?
"Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome, The Heartbreaker Mike Landry!"
Landry emerged from behind the curtain in a slick new suit with sunglasses to match. Mike stood ontop of the stage and scanned the audience with a scowl of dissaproval etched across his face. Landry adjusted his suit for a moment before beginning his march down the ramp towards the ring with microphone in hand.
I remember when you used to be shy
Hey once we were so fine you and I
Now why you gotta make it so hard on me!?
Yeah it's hard on me...
And i'm sorry but it's not a mistake
And i'm running but you're getting away!
Landry began marching down the ramp, not acknowledging the fans surrounding him in the building booing him and instead focused completely on the ring. He stepped up the steel steps and stepped between the ropes as slick as ever, standing firm in the middle of the ring for a moment as the audience greeted him with the same boos that have become custom with his arrival over the years. After a few moments passes he raised the mic up so he could get what he had to say off his chest.
"My name is Mike Landry. Through the years, you people have known me as an 'Innovator'...a 'Heartbreaker'...a 'Tag Team Specialist' as well as a "Multi Time World Champion." I have been called 'The Best', rightfully so. I have been called a 'Wife Beater' by my ignorant critics. I have been called 'The Next Shawn Michaels,' But here, in WWFG, I would have to say that of all my names that the most appropriate would be...'Overlooked.'"
Landry paused a moment before composing his thoughts properly and continueing.
"I came into this company for one reason, because it needed me. You people see me as a heartless, selfish, self important a*****e. But you don't see the charity and contributions I have made to this company out of the...well out of the pity I felt for them. I looked upon this company and I saw a complete lack of style, substance, talent, and most of all Me. So I signed for less than my usual asking price for a contract and spiced things up a bit. But now, what do I have to show for it? Nothing that's what. I've already defeated two of the top superstars that this company has to offer, and I still have no calls from management to reward me with a title shot. Can someone explain this to me? Can someone explain why a company would knowingly keep their top superstar down with the knowledge that my position in a main event slot would instantly give them the step up they need tobe considered a power company? Would you keep Kurt Angle down if he was in your company? Would you keep Triple H down if he worked for you? I don't think so! Someone explain this to me! I am not leaving this ring until someone comes out here and gives me a proper explaination for this company's NEGLAGENCE!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 5:23 pm
"Let me hear the battle cry; Calling on the wind.
Let me see the banners fly; Before the storm begins.
Let me feel the spirits soar; Destroy the enemy.
Striking at the evil core; For all the world to see!"
No announced introduction was given as Brody Robinson stepped onto the steel stage, garbed in a simple black WWFG Shirt, blue jeans and black Converse. His facial expression was the exact opposite of Landry's towards the fans, a proud smile looking over the cheering masses. He waved his free hand at the fans, with a mic clutched in his other. He signaled for the sound crew to cut his music before lifting his own mic to his mouth. He began to speak, periodically looking around at the fans as he talked.
"Before I start into that wall of arrogance that was just thrown in all of our faces, I'll bet some of you are wondering exactly who I am. That's reall simple. My name is Brody Robinson. No nicknames. No strange insights into my home life. No comparing myself to a legend. But I'm not here to compare my self with some Whiny Loudmouth."
Brody stopped for a moment while he turned his head to look at Landry.
"I'm here to answer Mr Heartbreaker's little question. You ever think that you haven't gotten a title shot because, I don't know, you've only had two matches? If I were in charge of this place, I wouldn't go near you unless you've got at least a month resume goin' on. In fact, just because you came out here and complained about it, I'd send you straight back the bottom of the ladder. But alas, I'm not in charge. But they obviously haven't given you a title shot because you don't deserve one. They're saying 'Hey Mike, Do a little more to show you've got what it takes.' They're not going to give you a shot from two matches. And they definitely aren't going to give it because you asked so nicely. So how 'bout this: You go backstage, get in your ring gear, wait 'till your name's called, get another fight under your belt. Who knows? They might throw you a bone or something."
Brody lowered the mic and stepped off to the side of the entrance and held an arm toward the opening, mimicking a usher leading someone through a door.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 9:01 pm
Landry lowered his sunglasses slowly, stepping towards the ring ropes and leaning on the top rope. He examined Brody for a moment, wondering just who the hell was interrupting him.
"What we have here...is a failure to communicate. You see, I said that I'm not leaving this damn ring until I get a real answer. An answer from someone with actual power. You? You are nothing. You said it yourself, you have no monicker, no recognition, you don't even wear your own ring gear! You are a damn poster boy for WWFG: poor, pathetic, and unoriginal. You are a peon who doesn't deserve to share a segment on television with me."
Landry paused and lowered his microphone, a stupid smirk smeared across his face.
"So let me correct you Mr. Robinson. I'm not a nobody like yourself, i'm everything to this company! I'm a third generation superstar from the Graham Wrestling Family, i've been a Champion in every single organization i've ever worked for, and I have accomplished more in my first five years than you ever will in your entire life. So tell me rookie, just what exactly are you going to do if I don't get out of the ring? Are you going to come in here and knock me out? Because I don't think you can. Are you going to try and submit me? Because nobody can do that to me. Tell me boyo, tell me what the hell you are going to do. Come on kid, make me! Make me!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 6:27 pm
Brody had crossed his arms at some point in the middle of Landry's tirade, and made no attempt to say anything until he was completely finished. Uncrossing his arms, he rubbed his chin for a moment, comtemplating his response, before lifting his mic once again.
"First point: This is my ring gear. The uniform of the masses. I don't need flashy tights or fine Italian suits. All those show are your ego, that you think your better than everyone else. I don't think I'm better than everyone else. Sure I'm up here, talking in front of thousands of people. And sure, by job is pretty prestigious. But does that make me any better than the guy up in the cheap seats? Or the guy in an easy chair at home? No. I'm just a man, and so are you. Your no better than me or anyone watching us talk."
He took a quick moment to breathe and recompose his thoughts before he started to talk again.
"So, for the sake of each and everyone of those people watching, I'm gonna shut you up before we have to listen to any more of your self-important praise."
With that, Brody dropped the mic and, as the feedback screeched through the speakers, be started down the ramp, ready to charge the ring.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 10:19 pm
Landry raised his eyebrows in disbelief, as if to call Brody's bluff. When Brody didn't back down and continued his advance he was slightly shocked, but not dissoriented. Landry removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, ready to take on Brody if he was foolish enough to climb inside the ring and hand the advantage to Mike on a silver platter.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 11:37 am
Brody made no attempt to slow himself down as Mike removed his jacket. As soon as he reached the ring, Brody slid in and hopped to his feet. Dashing at Landry, Brody hoped to get him with a double leg takedown.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 11:26 am
Landry had tried to double axe handle Brody as he slid in but he was swifter than anticipated, and he was taken down. Landry tried to keep one arm around Brody's neck while he brought down some forearm shots to his back.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 11:39 am
Brody was unable to get his body out of the way fast enough, and Landry was able to get his arm around his neck. As Landry landed shots on his back, Brody resorted to striking on either side of Mike's body with his own fists. This was his kind of fight, and he knew what to do.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 12:57 pm
It essentially had turned into a street fight, both superstars hammering away from eachother. Eventually it got to the point where the referees and security was trying to seperate them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 4:54 pm
Brody was pulled off of Landry by two security personell, and was picked up to his feet. After they pulled him a few feet away, he stopped fighting to get away, starting to calm down.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 8:42 am
Landry wasn't done fighting, and kept shouting at Brody as he was pulled off by a few security guards of his own.
"You're nothing! Less than nothing! You worthless piece of trash!"
And with that he spat at Brody across the ring.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:28 am
The security reacted quickly, holding Brody back before he was able to get past. He kept resisting them, not taking that disrespect lightly.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 3:07 pm
Landry smirked, seeing he was already in Brody's head he was satisfied with himself. He backed off, going limp and showing the security he meant no ill will. He slid out of the ring and walked calmly around, keeping eye contact with Brody the entire time as he began walking back up the ramp, security keeping a tight eye on both men.
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