: : : Lance Mikes : : :

[Opponent: Marissa]
[Match: UWF Title]
[Record: Better Than Yours!]

//Thoughts Running Through My Head//

Well.. Marissa sure as hell talks the talk huh? Stupid bitch thinks she can beat me? Does she know how hard i've tried, how far in my career i've been and she thinks shes going to stop that at Numbered Days. She really is stupid if she believes everything she says about herself, and about me for that matter. She must be in some kind of dream world if she thinks that at Numbered Days shes walking out with that championship gold still in tacked. I've tried too hard and worked too hard my whole career to get this far and not win that title. Shes just a pawn in my way on a chess board.
//Thoughts Running Through My Head//

// Scene One //

// The scene opens with Lance Mikes looking really intense, and why shouldn't he be. He has a title match for the UWF Championship gold at Numbered Days. He sits down on bench outside over looking the sea. He sits leaning back on the back of the bench and he is facing the view of the sea.//

//Lance Mikes// Marissa i've worked hard my whole career to get this far into the game and walk away from it. I've gotten too far to lose now. It's not about losing anymore for me. It's all about winning. I can NOT lose, I must win this match at Numbered Days. I've heard all the talk from you Marissa.. i've heard it from every single champion that i've defeated in my career. I've heard them all say that i'm too cocky, i'm too this and that.. and that they're going to beat me and put me back in my place but ya see Marissa the only thing that could put me in my place is me winning that title and claiming what is rightfully mine. The UWF Championship. Marissa you talk alot of trash and I sure as hell hope you can back some of that up come match time. Marissa you really believe the fact that you can outshine me? out do me in the ring? I'm The Worlds Greatest Athlete.. what gives you the idea that you can do anything better than me in that ring. You try something Marissa and believe me when I say.. I can do it one better than you.

// Lance adjusts himself on the bench and shrugs and carries on speaking.//

//Lance Mikes// Now you see Marissa.. I can only say that... but it doesn't necessarily mean it's true... but it's a matter of opinion. I myself believe that statement is true.. but on the hand Marissa believes that it isn't true... it's all about opinion on what matters.. but ya see where everyones opinion might be of interest to you Marissa.. to me it doesn't matter what people think.. it only matters what I think and what I believe is true. Deep down inside in know the truth, and you know the truth of my abilities and vice versa.. and all that really matters is the truth. I know deep down inside that warm heart of yours Marissa that you know this match is going to be tough for you. You know deep down inside that warm heart of yours that I could walk out of Numbered Days with that title around my waist if you don't brig all you can bring and that scares the hell out of you, and you talk about me being insecure? Please Marissa.. you're the one with the issues and insecurity.. Not knowing if you want Gay-man or that stupid lacky of yours, or some guy shining up his surf board on the beach, or me, your opponent at Numbered Days. Now Marissa I don't care who you want out of the four cause quiet frankly darlin' I don't want you and I never will because I don't go for girls your type, and when I say your type you know exactly what i'm saying.

// Lance takes a breather from talking and watches the people around the beach, swimming, skating, surfing, and other things. People just having general fun as you should when you go out to visit the beach and the sea side.//

Marissa Russo, someone the fans think so highly of.. that's why I feel a little bad inside that I have to destroy you, knowing the fans are going to hate me for it because they love you so dearly, but Marissa that doesn't bother me cause what the fans think doesn't really matter as much as what I want and what I need. That being the UWF Championship around my waist. To do that Marissa I have to beat you at Numbered Days and that is exactly what I am going to do in the main event at Numbered Days. You think i'm joking? You dont take me seriously and that is what will lead to your downfall Marissa. Its led to the downfall of Triple H in the WWE, Jeff Jarrett in TNA.. Its led to the downfall of many of the greats in this industry but it won't lead to my downfall because i'm different, I don't underestimate anyone I step in the ring with and at Numbered Days i'm not underestimating your abilities in the ring but I know you are underestimating me in this match up Marissa and you know exactly what i'm capable of because you've had my back for the past month, or should I say you said you'd have my back when indeed you never because you weren't there when I was put through a table by two opponents. You weren't there at all Marissa.. and honestly you probably sent them two idiots to it so you could soften me up for the match up at Numbered Days.

Some people believe in destiny. If people didn't believe in things like Destiny, if people didn't dream then dreams wouldn't come true, people wouldn't have things to look forward to, people wouldn't have something that so many people need in their life... something called hope. Marissa you better hope that I don't destroy your whole career at Numbered Days. You better hope I only do enough damage to walk away the champion and leave you and finish you off at a later date, in another arena and another match because I know you're going to want that match that all champions deserve. You don't even deserve that title around your waist Marissa. You won it by chance and by fluke and it was Jason Lees destiny to lose it to you and for you to be handed the title as he was leaving the federation since no owner wants a championship belt taken away from the federation and into another, hence why Vince McMahon and Shawn Michaels screwed Bret 'The Hitman Hart. Hence why GBL and Marissa Russo worked together to screw Jason Lee. Both in the exact same situation. Both champions were leaving after that match and the owners didn't want to see the title taken with the star so they screwed them out of the title that was so rightfully theres. The fans, the wrestlers themselves will never know who would have really walked away from the match with the championship and that, that is just too sad because it would have been a match to watch, a match to remember. I mean Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels performed so well against each other, their hate for each other brought out the best in them and your hate for me Marissa is going to bring out the best in you and at your best Marissa you will not, and you never will be able to beat me because i'm just one step ahead, i'm one stepping stone away and i'm the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be... hahaha!

// Lance stands up and begins to walk along the beach, whiles he talks.//

//Lance Mikes// Some would say that Marissa you are angry because deep inside you know yourself the truth and the truth is Marissa you're scared that you are facing me, scared because you haven't beaten me in your career and that.. that is what makes you so insecure... That is why you are showing a tough exterior but on the inside you're shaking, you're scared that you might, no sorry you're scared that you WILL lose to me at Numbered Days and your title reign, your time as champion will be over. It's okay. You've held the title for what.. two, maybe three months at the most and at Numbered Days you're days are over as champion, my era will begin, the era of Lance Mikes. I've sat here and I was here through the era of Jason Lee, when he was champion. I've sat back long enough and watched you Marissa disgrace that UWF Championship long enough. You don't deserve to be champion and the whole world knows that you are indeed a paper champion because you won Jason Lee on his final epic here in UWF and we all knew that GBL didn't want Jason Lee to take that title with him and he'd do anything to stop it, evening giving, handing you the title on a silver platter. Marissa.. The title might be around your waist, slung over your shoulder but you're carrying around a title that you don't even deserve. So what you worked hard to get a title shot.. but winning the way you did was disgraceful, more disgraceful then the fact that Stryfe couldn't beat you last month when I was becoming Number One Contender. Now Stryfes time is over. I don't know how he got a title shot in the first place but thats a whole different story on its own. Marissa you claim to be.. True Perfection? What the hell gave you that idea? True Perfection is staring you in the face, and no I dont mean when you look in the mirror.. I mean your opponent at Numbered Days, I mean The Worlds Greatest Athlete, The Man The World Envies... 'Yours Truly' Lance Mikes. I'm True Perfection, I'm The Definition of Perfection so if you're True Perfection than the only thing that means is that you are me and the last time I checked females didn't have penis' but i'm not too sure about you Marissa, maybe you do, maybe you dont I quiet frankly dont care and nor do I want to know. I'm taking it upon myself to make myself the saviour of the UWF Championship because for every day you've had it, for every day you've held that title you've disgraced it more and more... and at Numbered Days i'm going to store back some credibility into that title by taking it away from you and putting it around the waist of a true hero, a true champion. WHY?! JUST LOOK AT ME!
// Lance stops walking and takes a seat on a bench just near by, not the same one as before, this one alot further down the beach than he was before. The camera fades out to black and then a few seconds later static.//

// Scene Two //

//The camera comes into view to show a barely lit room. There isn�t any sound at all with the exception of drops of water hitting the floor as just slight shapes can be made out in the back ground. Rather spooky as you�re not exactly sure what you are looking at just yet until the sound of a few footsteps can be heard in the dark. After a moment the voice of Lance Mikes cuts into the darkness at you perk your ears up to hear his commanding voice speak. It floats through your ears as you hear his word//

//Lance Mikes// You know a lot of people like to talk the talk. And a lot of people like to think that they can walk the walk when it comes down to a pinch. But in reality who really is the best there is? I mean isn�t the word �best� something that is in fact almost impossible to define? I mean how does someone become �The Best� anyway? I mean in a lot of sports or art forms it�s dictated by numbers. Like how many Stanley Cups, how many Super-bowl rings, how much are your paintings worth, how many Grammy�s did you get nominated for. I of course always felt that someone who is �The Best� is just a matter of opinion. Actually if you think about it for a moment everything in life is an opinion. I mean I could say that my Father could beat up your father but do I know that? And what if your father did beat up my father, does that mean he�s stronger, faster, and smarter? I don�t think so, maybe my Father had a bad day, or maybe a fluke injury. Or maybe I think that my soda is better with ice and you don�t think the same way. It�s all opinion. So how can someone actually with honesty say they�re the best at what they do? I mean those examples aren�t really valid I just said them for the hell of it and because they are in a twisted way a good example although lacking. Could someone consider them the best because they beat someone once? I guess they could very well say that. Although most people wouldn�t exactly be convinced of it. I mean look at the world out there. Who is the best Basket Ball Player in the world? Good question isn�t it, some would say perhaps Michael Jordan because of what he�s done all his career. Some would say that it�s Kobe Bryant for example because of what he�s done recently. It�s opinion and if you put Jordan against Bryant I doubt you would get a clear outcome. Or who would be considered the best, the one with more points? Rebounds? Steals? How do you define the word Best?

//The darkness is cut with one spot light that flashes on to show Lance Mikes walking to the right, behind him in a chain linked fence. Wearing a leather jacket that we�ve never seen him sport before. Lance, not looking at the camera then stops and turns to face the camera.//

//Lance Mikes// You know I�ve been walking around for the last six years calling The Worlds Greatest Athlete, The Human Hype, The Man The World Envies. Sounds pretty wild doesn�t it? Who am I to give myself such a names? Of course I didn�t give them to myself. Take a look around the world out there and look at all the names given to the popular and famous? They call Madonna the Queen of Pop, BB King the King of the Blues, James Brown the God Father of Soul. They call Wayne Gretkzy the great one, they call Cal Ripken the Iron Man. Who gave them those names? Not themselves and sure as hell did I not start that name thing. I started to prove that I was the best and everyone caught on that Lance Mikes guy was actually as good as he looks, sounds, and says he is. I was an arrogant jackass of a wrestler who had the look, the skills and then experience of few years in the ring, with a broken neck in my first match and all that did was piss me off. I crawled, clawed and damn near killed myself to get to the top of the mountain and I�ve built myself a castle on the top. Sounds unfair to a lot of people I know, but I know what it�s like to eat in soup halls 5 days a week so I could get at least 1 square meal a day. I know what it�s like to sleep in the back seat of my car, with someone in the front seat because I couldn�t afford a motel room. I know exactly what it�s like to wrestle a match on Saturday afternoon, get my nose broken and have to wrestle 4 hours later or else not get paid. Now people who are afraid that I�ve come here, that I�ve come here to do what I have done in the past and that�s work my ass off and dominate. I know how hard some of you people have worked because I�ve worked just as hard if not harder. I�ve been screwed, I�ve been fired and I�ve been told to lay down more times then I can remember and if I could remember then I�m sure I wouldn�t want to. Wrestling is a hideous business for people who have what it takes but just don�t have the patience to work it all out. There�s a line up of people out there who wonder �Who the Hell does that man think he is, walking in here and getting all the attention� I know what that�s like and I�ve seen it done to myself. Pushed aside for a new person, a big name to take my spot as a legit main event. Did I complain, hell no. What�s the point, you only get yourself buried deeper in the roster. What did I do? I went out there and beat the hell of those guys in the ring in a match instead of sulking at home wondering how the hell did that man get so popular, so famous and so good when all I see is some chump doing nothing new or nothing special on the microphone, or in the ring. Maybe he can talk more then I can, maybe he has a few more moves, maybe he�s had a longer history then I have had right? Or maybe, just maybe you can�t see the actual truth behind it all because you are blinded by jealousy. Sort of a harsh reality but it�s the truth. I know what it�s like to be pushed aside so someone else can get his break. I know what it�s like to have my World title match turned into a triple threat match because some guy signed a contract. I rolled with the punches and I came out on top. bitching, crying and sitting in the corner gets you no where except for buried deep in a pile of shit. Ego�s aren�t worth it until you earn the one that you have. I have an ego, it�s huge I admit it. I come off to a lot of people in the locker room as an asshole or someone who just should be taken out in the street and shot. But so what, I don�t care what people think about me. I�m not in wrestling to make friends, I�ve got plenty of those out there in the world outside of work. Do I care Stryfe and Marissa Russo want to see me laying in the shower bloody after the show is off the air because I had more TV time then they did? No I don�t if they want that TV time then more power to them to get it. The best thing about having someone like a Lance Mikes show up is that I not only help to bring the ratings up on my own. But I often times push people to do one of two things. Firstly I make people want to improve, they want to get that push, they want to victory over that man that just stole all my thunder. Or secondly the people who just can�t handle it, the people who don�t have the motivation quit because they don�t think they have what it takes, and that my friends means they don�t have what it takes.

//Lance then shrugs his shoulders and continues to walk until he stops and the camera zooms out and the spot light gets a little larger to show Lance standing beside a barrel with a fire burning in it. Lance holds his hands out over the fire to warm up his hands and speaks while he warms them up.//

//Lance Mikes// Some people get angry, some get even and some do nothing. All and all I really don�t care what other people do. I make the comments I do and people either brush them off as idiotic when they themselves don�t really grasp what I�m going after. I mean take for instance the last time I came out in front of the cameras and badmouthed Marissa. I said a few things that were what I could call strange and not things I normally say. Why did I say them? Because I don�t take her seriously. Oh don�t get me wrong, I know that she will no doubt attack me. I know that she wants to beat me and I don�t doubt for a second that she will do whatever she can to retain a championship and prove to the world that she�s better then Lance Mikes. I can�t hold that against her. But I honestly am not worried about that girl. Because she�s a wannabe. She doesn�t want to be me, but she wants what I have. She wants the respect, she wants to recognition that I get when I walk into a room. Nothing really wrong about that and she�s going about it is a decent enough way. But I have a feeling that she won�t be making her name off of me anytime soon. Marissa might have been and might very well still be a main eventer in the UWF. Well good for her, what does she want a cookie? Marissa is just another on a long list of people that have signed up for years, people who want to be famous off of a win over Lance Mikes. Of course a loss is a loss and if I lose a match then I am the first to admit it. I mean I�ve seen every trick in the book and I�ve invented a good deal myself so I should see them all coming shouldn�t I. I don�t make excuses and if I lose and in fact when I do lose again I won�t be ashamed and there will be millions of people all around the world that will continue to call me The Worlds Greatest Athlete, The Man The World Envies. And while a list is forming in the UWF of names like Stryfe, Marissa, Simon Diamond. All people who want to see me laying in a pool of my own blood, all wanting to be standing over me with the ring announcer calling their names out as the winners I am not one bit afraid, not one bit intimidated and I am as confident as I ever have been. I�ve set more examples then are needed. I�ve dominated everywhere I�ve gone and while I could come out and say �then why should UWF be any different� I�m not that stupid. Every federation has it�s own set of challenges. I always said I could beat anyone but did I ever say it would be easy? No I haven�t, i was put threw hell in an Iron Man Match. I was thrown of the top of a Steal Cage and that i have been punished more times then I care to remember. But all these people never beat me. I�ve been in the ring with men who were twice my size and beaten them. I�ve been in matches that baffle the mind and I always feel I can win. I almost always do and so why am I not afraid of Marissa? Why am I not shaking at the knees when her name is mentioned? Why am I not running and locking myself into the bathroom when her limo arrives at the arena?

//Lance moves his hands away from the flames and rubs them together and looks into the camera with a smirk.//

//Lance Mikes// Because you know that word I was talking about before, Best? Yes, I am the best. You want proof then show me someone better? Marissa thinks she can beat me, but has she? Can she? Will she? Marissa says she wants to win, to beat me, that�s a nice thing to want, but has she? Can she? Will she? Marissa says she wants to win at Numbered Days and she says she will, but has she? Can she? Will she? I�m sure the answer to those little questions from those individuals is yes, yes and yes. But I guess that goes back to the matter of opinion doesn�t it. But I stand here before you in this alley way out for a midnight walk and I stand here a man that isn�t afraid of any man or woman in that locker room. Because I have done it all in my years and have another few years left in me. I�ve taken my beatings and I�ve paid my dues ten times over and when I hear some jack ass punk like Marissa or a self centered curtain jerker like Stryfe come out and trash talk me I have nothing else to do but laugh in their faces and poke fun at them in the most silly ways because that�s what I feel about them. Hell they got talent, but like I told you before, Talent and a bus ticket can get you across town. What happens when they step up to bat? Will they strike out or will they hit a home run? Well I got a 100 mile and hour fast ball and a hell of a curve and I�ve put a lot of people away. Maybe that was another strange allusion to something else or another metaphor, oh no figures of speech, I think I hurt Marissa's head again!

//Marissa walks away from the flaming barrel and starts to walk again some more until he comes to a pile of boxes, news paper and various other piles of junk and trash.//

//Lance Mikes// I look at people like Marissa like a pile of junk. It�s there, it�s hard not to notice it but you only clean it up if it�s necessary to keep on going. I�m sure that she would love it if I thought more of her. Thought that she was a challenge that I wanted to see if I could push myself to really shine and prove her wrong for a change. But I sadly don�t have anything to prove. She might think so. I�m sure that she thinks that since this is �her year� that I�ve got to prove that I am The Worlds Greatest Athlete, The Man The World Envies, The Human Hype. But what�s the point really? I mean I�d whip that trick so badly that her mother would run away in horror. Well maybe not that badly and I bet that Marissa would put up a hell of a fight, and she and myself would have a match for the fans to remember for along long time, but in the end the result is the same, I win the match, She loses and it�s another happy ending for me and a bitter disappointment for the young up and comer who thought that she could nip at the heels of the true great ones of the business. But wait, I�m not finished yet I have come prepared here, just a second.

//Lance walks around the fire and stops to face the camera and speaks once more.//

//Lance Mikes// Opinions are a great thing, and while everyone�s is valid, I really only care about a select few. I care about what the fans in the crowd think and myself. I stand here the best. I am The Human Hype, The Worlds Greatest Athlete and The Man The World Envies and for the record that is my opinion and a hell of a lot of other people�s as well, and there is one other person in the UWF that is about to learn that the hardest way of all when I have that UWF Championship Belt slung over my shoulder with blood pouring down my face, a bloody smile across my lips and all I will have to say is that The Man The World Envies, The Worlds Greatest Athlete�. WHY?! JUST LOOK AT ME!

//Lance he is walking quicker then he was before as he�s reached the barrel of fire already and stops once more to turn to the camera. Lance heads out as the camera pulls back to show him exiting the alley way out into the street where Lance makes a turn into the dark of night and the camera fades to black.//

// Scene Three //

//The lights dim, as the old DX Theme by rage against the machine begins to play over the UWF sound systems. The fans erupt as they know who to expect. As he says "BREAK IT DOWN" from behind the curtains emerges 'Yours Truly' Lance Mikes. He stands on the top of the aisle way and poses as red and orange fireworks go off from above, coming down over him .He pumps up the crowd on both sides. He walks down the aisle way and high fives a few fans on each side. He jumps up onto the ring apron and gets into the ring between the top and middle rope. He spins around in the centre of the ring as fireworks go off on all four turnbuckle posts and then he stands waiting for his opponent.//

//Lance Mikes// Now look at this, Marissa Russo is walking around here with MY title belt after she stole it from Jason Lee, thats right Marissa you stole that title from him only because he was leaving UWF. Now Marissa just wait til Numbered Days and that title will be MINE. Now Marissa after Numbered Days you dare step in to the ring with me The Worlds Greatest Athlete, that was your first mistake Russo because after all your trash talking you�ve pissed me off and when someone pisses me off it isnt good for the next person that dares step into the ring with me and Marissa old friend that unlucky soul is you. After Numbered Days I will take your soul away from you. You won�t be living and if you are you will leave the arena in a stretcher.

//The fans go wild.//

//Lance Mikes// Miss Russo you are in grave danger, you are trying to disrupt my plans and you think I should be impressed when you challenged me? I could not give a rat�s ass if you think you can beat me. You are insignificant to me, you are a parasite, a disease. Let me tell you the biggest disease is me and this one you can not cure or get rid off. Lance Mikes is going to run you down and claim your soul. But the most annoying and stupid thing is that the presidents gives you the time to bore the ass of these i fans with all the TV time you eat up! All the UWF is about is sports entertainment, you fall into that bracket my friend. I was speaking about true things, things that matter, things that will change wrestling. All you talk about is yourself and how great you are, and how you�re the best. When I say it it�s true. I will tell you something if you eat up and waste anymore TV time than you already do I will personally shove the camera up your ass. The whole wrestling world is bored of your bullshit every week. I am the best. You are just a pretty face bitch. You LOVE YOURSELF! I am fed up of this. This, what you are looking at is a real man, an icon, a hero. I am the real deal, something to admire and respect, not some little retard that runs about all week running her mouth. Even her in-ring performances stink just as much as her interview skills! You are just waiting to be sacrificed! I am the man that is going to do it, unlucky for you, Very unlucky for you! my power can not be matched. All I here is Marissa this Marissa that, I do not really see what is so special about you. You just seem to do nothing but talk, and its beginning to get on my nerves and all these fans.. Even my Dad is not best pleased with you, so if you a have upset my family and my new family the UWF fans then you will die. Simple as that, you will be crushed. I am just one big destruction device. Just like my old tag partner Ray Mikes was, we dominated everyone and everything. You have to see you can not walk around here and throw your weight about. I don't care what you have done in the past. Past honors mean nothing to me.. When you step into that ring with me bad things will happen. You can put me through tables, hit me with chairs, bust me open and hang me up on barbwire. I'm in that ring because I love that pain. When you put me in those situations I love it, that piercing feeling gives me a rush, it turned a nerve, and switched my mood, it felt good. So if you put me in any match I will look at you, laugh, and beg for more. There is no better feeling than pain. You can go on and say you will give me too much. I can never have too much pain. It�s a drug for me and you can�t get me off it. You see know matter what you do deep down I will be loving every second of the pain. WIN OR LOSE I will not be disgraced in losing because to beat me it will take something special and you will now know that. I'm not invincible but my spirit, soul, and heart are. You can not break me, I just can not wait for all the pain and suffering to be given to ME! let alone what I am going to do to you, this match will be a huge shock to your pathetic little self, I can sense now that you are quaking in your boots, you are going to buckle under the pressure and all my demons of the night along with my spirit and power will send you straight to hell. You should fear the gore, but much more you should fear my mind and what goes on inside it. Right now I'm thinking about you, your family if you have one and what I can do to them after I finish with you. You see you can not mess with my mind. I can sense you are afraid to death. I can smell fear and when I step into the ring I will probably smell it on you. My mind is more powerful than any of your assets. I will out think you, and even out wrestle you. Your so-called �reputation� does not scare me one little bit. As this night draws to a close our meeting is getting closer and closer. For your sake Marissa you should get alot of rest, you will need all the energy in the world to last in the ring with me. I can sense a classic match in the making. I can see blood, sweat and tears. The last characteristics you will never have. You see I live this business. When I wake up I train, when I sleep I think of what I will do to my opponents. I will not any more press how important it is that you take me seriously, when you see me you will not believe what a presence I posses. The effect I will have on the size of the ring will decrease. The size of the ring will be brought down to the size of your brain. Very minimal, you will not be able to breathe, I will suffocate the life and soul out of you. I am afraid to say Marissa that the end is near, your time is slowly ticking away, the time is ticking away for another entry in dead mans row. I can�t wait Marissa, this is my big chance to finally hold the gold, the chance I should of had all along. You Marissa, you�re getting in everyone's way, especially my way.

//Lance pauses for a second as he brings the mic down and looks around at the fans then he brings the mic back up and begins to speak yet again.//

//Lance Mikes// Numbered Days is a perfect name for the show, because some of things I will do to your body is beyond belief and it will deprive your heart and soul. This is nothing sexual as you are probably hoping. Your soul is mine, your heart is mine and this coffin behind me is yours this will go down in the history of wrestling as one of the most one-sided brutal beat ups ever. There is not one ounce of respect for you in my body. The only people I trust and respect are me, and maybe one other person. I am a credit to the wrestling world. You Marissa are just a girl, a woman waiting for dreams and ambitions that will not come true. Everyone else can wait for now but this is between us Marissa, i can not wait. You made it personal. If I offend you then good cause i just dont give a damn now, you do not scare me one bit. All mouth but no action. Thing with me is, I can do the talking along with ass kicking, even the sacrificing so you will have your work cut out. Two people will meet but one will fall, that will be you, you will fall to me. It will be a great night for me as I will get all and you will lose all. Yes there is great competition but there is not one single person that will want to draw me next. You just picked the short straw. You will get the hiding of your life. The world will witness this and you will not be able to perform your bullshit promos anymore. This man is doing you and the world a favour. Lance will prosper, and so will the millions of my fans. This will be a great year for ME. This year it will be the year of the Lance Mikes. That means a whole lot of ass kicking, soul taking, heart breaking and most of all the gold is coming back home to where it belongs around MY waist. Just think to yourself you can look back on this as an experience, a lesson from the master, a lesson from the baddest man on the planet and the next UWF champion. You will feel the pain and the cuts that you will suffer will scar your skin as long as your soul for the rest of your life. My dominance will not or can�t be stopped. This is the beginning of the Era Of Lance Mikes with my fans behind me, nothing WILL go wrong. It will not take one man to beat me or one woman for that matter, You will probably have to have alot more. I have prepared myself if the unthinkable happens and you cheap your win then I will end your career indefinitely if I don't anyway!. History will be started for a me, my path to glory begins by burying your path exactly six feet under. Your world and your dreams will crumble at your feet. You are not capable of doing it on your own. I will expect outside interference but they will pay if it costs me. Remember it is the Era Of Lance Mikes.

Alright, let me explain this for you in terms that you might just understand. We can sit here and point out our faults at each other. Talk about how we make each other sick in so many ways and end up just wasting our breaths in the long run. Lets get it out there, yes I am egotistical your damn right I am, and I have a right to be. But you can�t come out and say you aren�t. That is what most people would call denial or just idiocy. Who came out a few days ago and laid her claim to being the proper Champion, and then try and spew out crap about confidence. Confidence is what insecure people call their ego. Well maybe not insecure, because I do know that you are very sure of yourself. I know that when you walk into that ring with me Marissa that you will give it every last drop of sweat and blood that you can muster. Don�t worry I�ve heard it all before, and I know from you that it�s for real and you mean it. I know what you can do and you are just like you said you are. You want to prove to every last human being that I am a conglomeration of Hype and media buzz that is over rated and someone that is full of nothing but 100% grade A bullshit. Well I wish you luck with that Marissa, because you are going to need it. Am I just hype? Yeah sure there�s a lot of rumours and buzz around things that I do. I come out and people want my autograph, and to get a picture taken with me. So what, that makes me less of a wrestler? It�s part of the industry. It�s the ever popular battle of good verses evil, although the lines are now a little faded. I mean look at me. I�m no one�s knight in shining armor, and I don�t pretend to be. I do what I want, just like you. I do it to who I want to. Just like you and the only difference is that I get cheered. Not something that I can do anything about. Maybe it�s a �moral� thing that makes us different. But it comes down to a simple fact that someone has to be cheered, and someone gets the short end of the stick. You might like to be cheered or booed. I know what that is like, and I have to admit I loved being the villain just as much as the hero. But I never asked to become what I am. It happened; it evolved like everything else in this world. And I love it just as much. Now the fans call me The Human Hype not Asshole. They believe it when I say that I�m The Man The World Envies and you say that I believe it when I say that. Well your damn right that I do. Because no one in a very very long time as been able to change my mind. And losing one match didn�t change that, and I don�t think losing to you would change that. Ah but there is the doubt right? Yeah the doubt that I can�t beat you. Wait a second Marissa, But there isn�t any need to go into detail, or give a history lesson. I don�t have the time or the want to walk down memory lane with anyone. You know it, I know it and everyone else knows that this match is going to be the toughest match in both our careers. That�s eating at ME and it should be. I know what it�s like to want so badly to beat someone just to prove that person wrong, or an entire group of people. You want to show all the fans out there that Lance Mikes isn�t unbeatable. He�s not invincible in the ring. I�ll tell you Marissa that I�m not invincible. I am beatable. It has happened in the past and I know that it will happen again that I�ll lose a match. Like I say to every young buck that comes up I tell them that you win some, and then you lose just as many. It�s part of it all. But do I have doubts that I can beat you Marissa? No I don�t. Do I respect the danger that is before me in this match? Yes I do understand what could happen. Do I relish the fact that I might just get hurt again? I know your intentions are not very good for me. You want to hurt me, and I can expect you to try and do just that. Maybe it�s a sticky situation for me. Of course that�s the same for you as well. And while you can come up with as many mathematical formulas for ways to figure out my success ratio in matches I�ll just wait till Numbered Days and stomp the hell out of you so badly that your mother won�t even want to hug you afterwards.

You know in about 24 hours from now a lot of people are going to be in this arena, and a lot of people are going to be at home, or in the local bar or pub all tuned in to see one thing. You know after the week has passed, the verbal bantering between Marissa Russo and Lance Mikes has stopped and the bell will ring we�re left with two premonitions going into the match. Firstly that I honestly don�t care about what you want or need, thinks or eats for breakfast before the match. I guess that could be cold hearted, the cries of a man that feels the desperation, the pressure of a match getting to you on a psychological level. It�s not like I did anything to you to make you get all emotional and �intense� on us. In honesty Marissa is a head case. She�s a maniac wrapped in a smooth tough talking persona and just waiting for her chance to let it all out. Either that or she�s just full of horse shit and trying her best to not show it. I�m not here to judge that, it�s not my place. My place is very simple, it�s to go into that match and beat Marissa Russo fair and square in front of the world. Not necessarily because the fans want it. But it would just shut her mouth once and for all. Well I don�t know about that, She does have a gift for gab, and can run her mouth with the best of them, and is really good at making up names for people. All words that really don�t mean anything to anyone other than herself and tries to pass them off as some sort of a �bad ass� persona. A woman that should be taken seriously, a woman that is dangerous and worth of the myth that she�s worked herself up to be. Unfortunately no one really cares. Oh I�m sure that the reporters and fans around the world are afraid of you. They damn well should be. She�s 5�8� tall and 125 lbs of professional wrestling elite. She�s a woman that could snap a normal man�s neck in half without any trouble. She�s dangerous to everyone on the planet, even to myself. But am I afraid of her? I�d answer with a resounding no. Nothing she�s done, said or attempted in any way has worked. She�s tried everything short of pulling a gun on me and I�ve over come it. So why wouldn�t I be confident, or walking into this match with my head held high? What leads me to believe that she has dramatically in days changed so much that she is the �ultimate� challenge for me? Well I guess that�s a question that doesn�t need to be answered. Because regardless of if she grew 8 feet and weighted an extra ton, made of bullet proof material I would have the same mind set that I�ve had since day one. That I can win, I have won, and I will win!

//Lance drops the mic his music hits the pa and we see Lance sliding out of the ring and he walks up the isle a little calmer than before.//
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