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[King Cucaracha 0]

In one of the few areas of the Wahova Center which are quiet, peaceful and more to the point untouched by the crazy Toxxic/Insane Luchador match...the scene opens up to reveal a nervous looking Landon Maddix doing a number of sit-ups in an otherwise deserted hallway. The heavy breathing from his strenuous exercise echoes around and off the walls, but after a few seconds pass they are interspersed with the sound of footsteps. Pausing his sit-ups Landon turns his head to the side from where the incresingly louder steps are coming from...

 

...and breathes a sigh of relief, as he sees Megan Skye now standing over him.

 

"Landon...what are you doing out here all on your lonesome?" Megan asks softly.

 

"Preparing." The Disciple coldly replies, before going back to his sit-ups.

 

"Yes...I know that Landon. But...why out here? Why not in the locker room with Me, Todd and John?"

 

"You know exactly why. And I know exactly why you're here too. Those two at each other's throat...giving each other snide looks...the tension hovering around the room. Not exactly the best place to prepare for the single biggest match of my career is it?"

 

Angrily Landon stands up, and begins to pace back and forth allowing himself some time to get his breath back.

 

"I tell you Megan...that Toxxic has got the right idea about that Jack Stevenson."

 

"You...you mean Mark Ste..."

 

"I know exactly who I mean Megan. That biased, corrupt, washed-up ex wrestler, poor excuse for a commissioner that we have to be governed over by. What right does he have to try and split the Unnamed like this. That's what he's trying to do Megan, I guarantee you. First he fired Va'aiga. Now he's putting Todd and Duran in a match...a MATCH Megan...he's pitting them against each other to sow the seeds of discension. And then he gives me first shot at Charlie Matthews' title...before Duran, trying to turn him against ME too."

 

Confused, Megan begins to scratch her chin in order to think (hey, she IS blonde...), as Landon continues his pacing.

 

"It's not gonna work Megs. I don't care if he pits me and Todd against each other in a fight to the death...he won't split the single most dominant force in professional wrestling."

 

"Landon..." Megan finally interrupts, the cogs finally turning. "...you sound like you're...not happy about having this match."

 

"How so?"

 

"Well...it's just...you said it's Duran's shot you're taking."

 

"Oh, well...'by rights' it is. Of course, I'm the guy who deserves the shot. I have pinned Charlie Matthews two consecutive times in tag team competition after all. But do you think Duran's going to see it that way? The guy is dead set on taking that belt from Matthews..."

 

Finally stopping his pacing, Landon turns to Megan and slowly a grin begins to emerge on his face.

 

"...it's just a shame he won't get the chance I guess. Still...Landon Maddix versus John Duran. The Disciple of Todd versus The Notorious One. Mr Notorious versus Mr Entertainment. It's got a good ring to it, don't you think?"

 

"It certainly does. Either way, the Unnamed has the bel..."

 

"Woah woah..." Landon angrily cuts Megan off. "Either way? No no, there's no either way about it Megs. I proved to the world I could be a World Champion a couple of months ago...but I never got the chance to defend it. I proved to the world I could beat the SWF World Heavyweight Champion...TWICE...but never got the chance to hold that belt. I've proved time and time again that I am a main event player...a superstar...the single most entertaining thing to hit network television since the Crosby Show. I've proved I'm worthy of being champion. There's no 'either way' about this Megan. Tonight I'm going to 'out-grapple' the Grappler and become probably the youngest SWF World Heavyweight Champion in history. There's simply no two ways about it. Tonight is MY night. This is MY house. And that belt, in just a short few hours...will be MY belt!"

 

Having vented some of his bottled up anger, Landon drops back down to the floor and continues his sit-ups as Megan eventually realises she's no longer required, and totters off. A good twenty seconds or so then pass, with Landon continuing his push-ups, counting along with himself...

 

*ahem*

 

...suddenly, Landon snaps up from his laid out position, and scrambles to his knees, looking around nervously as he obviously heard a noise. No sign of anyone. Still, by now Landon is freaked out, and decides it's best to leave...clambering to his feet and setting off after Megan with considerable speed.

 

 

Meanwhile, as he goes, from behind one of the anvil cases near to where Landon laid moments ago, a head bobs up from behind...

 

 

...ALAN CLARK's...

 

...a smug grin on his otherwise intense face, as he watches Maddix scuttle away. Once he's out of earshot, Clark emerges from behind the case and nods to himself...

 

"Soon..."