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 Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 10:33 am
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome...your NEW! WWF UNDISPUTED CHAMPION! The Innovator, Mike Landry!"
Rise Against -- Re: Education Through Labor
The arena went dark and multiple flashing white lights filled the stadium. The lights synced up with the bass line until the pace picked up and all the lights went on, a massive pyro display going off on the stage and from the ring posts. When it died down, Mike Landry appeared on the stage, sporting his new outfit of a white leather jacket with red trim, with matching long white tights...and he new prize, the WWF Championship.
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away
To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines
We toss and turn but don't sleep
Each breath we take makes us thieves
Like causes without rebels
Just talk but promise nothing else
We crawl on our knees for you
Under a sky no longer blue
We sweat all day long for you
But we sow seeds to see us through
Because sometimes dreams just don't come true
We wait to reap what we are due
Landry stepped proudly down the ramp that evening, slapping hands with the fans at ringside. He finally had the title he had fought so hard for, and he got it in possibly the match of his career. He was still in pain from the Supershow before, but nothing was going to bring him down from this adrenaline high. Microphone in hand, he leaped up to the apron, once again tapping the big gold belt now hanging from his waist, before sliding between the ropes and holding his arms out, taking in the eruption of cheers and praise from his loyal fans. There was nothing like it in the world.
He took a moment for the cheers to die down, and with a smile on his face, he raised the mic as his music faded. As happy as he was, he had business to attend to.
"I will never...ever get tired of all you people screaming your freaking heads off!"
Which prompted another loud round of cheers. He had to gesture for them to quiet down a little bit.
"Seriously though, as happy as I am being the Champion here in WWF, after all the fighting, the two years of bullshit I spent fighting Chrono and Phoenixfire and Shanahan and Freakshow and Summers...the switching of sides, the lies and the assaults, the fear and the pain, the hard word, the determination...it has all lead to this moment right here. Place Your Bets 2012, the PPV before Wrestlemania...and I have no freaking idea who my challenger is!"
Landry couldn't help but laugh at the idea, but he had a point to make.
"Now I always imagined once I was Champion here, things would become more clear, but they are foggier than ever. It's like this: Zarel Damone won the Royal Rumble, meaning he has a shot against me at Wrestlemania. Right? Well guess what? Tonight, we have a Triple Threat match between Dion Necurat, Draze, and Three, and the winner of that match also has gained a shot at MY WWF Chamionship at Wrestlemania. But wait! There's more! I've also been hearing rumblings of a man named Brantley Summers claiming HE is going to face me at Wrestlemania! So I have a possible FIVE contenders lined up to face me at Wrestlemania, and to me, that's not how this is supposed to go. This is the main event of the biggest show of the year, and i'm not going to let it turn into a ********. So I need someone out here, someone who actually KNOWS what the hell is going on around here. I know that the 'chain of command' hasn't always been clear around here, but whoever THINKS they are in charge? Why don't you come on down here and give me and all these good people the 411?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 8:22 am
Landry was clearly getting impatient, but not angry. He seemed...like he knew it was coming. He shrugged when no one came out to answer his, and the audience's question.
"Well it seems that one of two things, possibly both, have been proved here tonight. Either the Champion isn't important enough to have his question answered on Pay Per View, or management doesn't know what the hell is going on. I'm leaning towards the latter, because ever since the Mass Exodus happened, you guys have been running around like chickens with their heads cut off! WWFG used to be the premier organization in the wrestling industry, and now? Now we have possibly five contenders for the Undisputed Championship. Do we have Laurenitus back there? The 'Anonymous General Manager'? Mike Adamle? Vince Russo? How about Nash and the Hulkster? You two running things back there? Eh Brother? Well it goes like this, GET YOUR DAMN s**t TOGETHER! These people pay hard earned money to watch a QUALITY show! And you squander their money, shoving it up your a** while you sit on your thumbs! You've become complacent, and now your show is the laughing stock of the Wrestling Community! I almost didn't want this title, this title...I almost KILLED myself for! Do you know why? Do you want to know? I fought, and bled, and subjected myself to unbeleivable pain to win this title because of what it USED to represent! When I joined this federation, this was the top prize, and I would have done ANYTHING to win it! Now, three years later I finally have it, and no one gives a damn! Do you know why? Because former Champions don't get shots at title matches, and 5 rookies do! And because of that, Freakshow is gone! Chrono is gone! Nuke is gone! Who is left? Me and Jarel! And what will you do after we are gone? You'll have 2 dozen ROOKIES who don't know any better!"
Landry had to take a break to calm himself down before continueing, but not before the audience cheered his enthusiasm and his passion for the business.
"Get your act together...or you won't have one. Look into my eyes, and tell me i'm lieing."
Landry dropped the microphone and left the ring with his Championship, shaking his head in disgrace.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 5:12 pm
Before Landry could completely leave, Brantley popped out from behind the curtain. He knew he shouldn't let the champion leave the easy way, no one even having something for a response. Brantley wasn't going to be the one to let Landry off.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa Michael, Mick, Mickey L's. Now I know I'm not the one you expected to come out, but we both know I'm the one you wanted to see. And though it pains me to say this, you make valid points. But I can make facts too f**. Sanford had a son. Newt Gingrich came out to Hogan's music. And half of the smarks who have a comment about everything beat off to Regular Show and Adventure Time."
Brantley had a stern look in his eyes, he meant business and the crowd knew it. Except for his actual comments, he was as serious as two cans of beans in a hobos hand.
"One last fact, Brantley Summers can kick Mickey Landry's a** six ways to the rectum and it will happen again. Regardless of this so called 'Number One Contender's Match' and this 'Royal Rumble', I think we both know it would end up like this. Ever since we started having our little battles and scuffs, people have come up to me on street corners asking for autographs and pictures. You know what I do? I slap them with my d**k and tell them to get off my nuts. You made these pathetic losers think they have the right to come up to me. They think we can connect on a personal level. Ridiculous. HAAAAA PEW!"
Brantley formed a 'lugie' and spat it in the face of one the front row sitters. He started walking down the ramp, slowly. He started to get closer and closer to Landry.
"Now, don't think I'm out here because I care about this company, or your petty problems about no one caring about you being the big honcho here. Let's face it, the only reason I'm here is to get that 'meaningless strap' or 'prop' from around your waist. And again, let's look at the facts."
Brantley pulled out a little book full of names and opened it before putting on a pair of fake reading glasses.
"Boxer Anarchy. He may be red on the outside, but his skills are greener than a p***y with syphilis. Dion Necurat? Is that even a real name? I don't think it's even worth my time to talk about him. Draze. Well, even the crowd knows he is worse than a dysfunctional p***s watching gay porn. Zarel, Jarel, Brand-er... Drako...? I have too much to say about them, but I think the dicks in their mouths speak for themselves. And finally, /THE/ Number Three, the imp with a gimp. The clown with a frown. The devil from that just isn't on my level. He can't hold a candle to either of us."
The crowd wasn't all too pleased by Brantley's little rant on their people. Brantley threw off the glasses and threw the book at some kid. All it showed was a bunch of naked men spanning over all the pages. Naked men and dicks on every page. Brantley finally got to Landry, getting in his face with a cocky smirk on his face.
"Well, what do you say? Brantley "The Best at Everything Ever" Summers vs. Mike "Dicklover" Landry. Keep in mind, I've read War and Beating Mike Landry by Freakshow."
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 10:34 am
Landry looked at Summers with a glazed over look in his eyes, as if he wasn't paying attention to anything he was saying. He had heard it all before, the annoying ramblings, the pointless diatribes, it always lead up to one thing: Mike Landry vs. Brantley Summers. They've had countless encounters in the past year, including one for the EEW Championship, and his EWA Vanguard Championship. They've traded wins back and forth, but never for anything this severely important. After thinking it over for a second, he raised his microphone back up to his lips.
"No one else seems to be making a decision about this, so i'll do it for them. Brantley Summers vs. Mike Landry for the WWF Undisputed Championship at Wrestlemania. You're on."
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:11 am
At this point, Stricken by disturbed hits the PA and the royal Rumble winner steps out onto the stage with a mic in hand. The music dies out quick as he raises the mic to speak.
"Apparently, Brantley here has missed the memo. But the Royal Rumble winner has a guaranteed title match at Wrestlemania, and unlike last year's winner, I intend to get mine. So before you two stand out here and make yourselves a match at the biggest stage, I felt it was time to point out that you've already got one. You see, provided you, Mike Landry, retain your title until Wrestlemania, your opponent for Wrestlemania is standing right here. I don't give a damn about Jamie Bader making contender's matches, I don't care that Brantley thinks he deserves a title shot even though he just lost the Deific championship to Harli. That title you're holding, I outlasted the entire roster to get my shot at. So between now and Wrestlemania, I don't care what you two do. But at Wrestlemania, the title shot belongs to me."
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 1:09 pm
Money Money Money! Money!
* "For the Love of Money" by the O'Jays played as E Rock stepped on to the stage with a microphone in his hand. He smirked at Zarel and then turned his attention to the two men in the ring. The crowd started to boo on cue.*
Well, this is certainly interesting. We have our esteemed World Champion Mike Landry in the ring with a known homophobe Brantley Summers while an over-sized meat head is bragging about how he "won" the Royal Rumble.
*He then turned his attention to Zarel.*
Now, Big Z, don't take this the wrong way: the only reason you won the Rumble is that I wasn't in there. I was at a board meeting, taking care of my company's financial transactions. You see, unlike you and the rest of these people in the audience today, I am a self-made millionaire. I have more money than all of you combined. And after my match tonight, I will be your new Intercontinental Champion! So, you all better show me some respect!
*The booing grew more audible. E Rock glared at the fans and slowly made his way down the ramp and entered the ring.*
Mike, I want to be the first to congratulate you on your big win last week. You're finally champion after... what? 10 tries. That's a lot of failed attempts to become champion, buddy. But, whatever, you're champion and that's all that matters, right?
*E Rock smiled.*
Now, I have one question for you: Why face Brantley at Wrestlemania when you can face me? No offense, Brantley, I'm certainly better than you. There's no doubt about that.
*E Rock anticipated Brantley being upset and held his hand up.*
Hold on, Brantley. I'm tired of your homophobic ramblings. It's obvious that you have some daddy issues or some insecurity issues that need to be addressed with a psychologist. And listen, you're among friends. I'll even pay for your medical sessions. Not everyone can be a selfless millionaire like me.
*E Rock smiled again.*
Back to you, Mike, regarding the championship situation, why don't we make it an Intercontinental Champion vs. Undisputed Champion match? Winner take all? That would certainly increase the buy rates and it would make for a really interesting match. And besides, last time, we faced each other, you've beaten me.
*E Rock lowered his tone.*
I haven't forgotten about that, Mike. You know I deserve a shot at the World Championship. They know it! *E Rock pointed to the hostile audience.* And the WWF Board of Directors knows it! And the man in charge of this company knows it!
Last time when we were in the ring together, I underestimated you. Trust me, I will never do that again. I know I can beat you, Mike. So what's it gonna be?
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 5:19 pm
Apparently, the thought of WWF's management being in disaray had brought every wannabe champion out of the woodworks. Unfortunately, Landry couldn't care less about either one of them.
"Well, Zarel, i'd care about your Rumble win...that is, if WWF management seemed to care. The way I see it, the only thing you accomplished Zarel is win one giant mess of a battle royal. Your win means nothing, because in all honesty, I can think of another Damone, as well as a whole mess of other competitors, that deserves the shot more than you do."
He calmly turned to E-Rock, a boy he made no qualms about voicing his distaste for. he raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised to see him out here of all people.
"And you? Well first maybe you should get your facts checked. This was my first opportunity at the WWF Undisputed Championship, and I made the most of it. Secondly? Brantley Summers was voted overwhelmingly as Superstar of the Year, which is more than I can say for any accomplishment you've ever won. When it comes right down to it, you can come out here and TALK about how much you deserve these shots all you want, but when push comes to shove, as much as I disaprove of his tactics and style, Brantley Summers is ten times the performer you will ever be..."
He turns back to Zarel.
"Either of you."
He looked both of them dead in the eye to show how serious he was on this matter, and how convicted he was to make sure that HIS match at Wrestlemania happened.
"I've got nothing left to say. Brantley Summers is a bigger draw than Draze, Dion, Three, or either of you two. As long as i'm Champion, he's the one i'm facing at Wrestlemania."
And with that, he finally made his exit.
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