King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted April 27, 2005 PLACE: Riverwalk Plaza Hotel, San Antonio, Texas TIME: 5:20am SCENE: Landon Maddix's hotel room After a long night partying and celebrating his success the previous night, Landon Maddix is finally enjoying his nightly four hours sleep. His hotel room has clearly been the scene of quite a celebration, with empty champagne glasses and bottles strewn across the floor, his International Championship belt sitting at the foot of the bed with various coloured party-poppers hanging off of here, there and everywhere. And considering the unconscious state Maddix is in, it seems he's destined for a hangover. *BRING BRING!* The shrill ringing of the phone next to him causes Maddix to stir in his sleep. *BRING BRING!* Before groaning as he finally wakes up. *BRING BRING!* "What the..." With a gravelly voice, Maddix rolls over and picks up the phone, not bothering to speak and simply waiting for someone to answer. "..." "At this time in the morning? Who the hell is it?" "..." "Oh, great...that's all I need. Put it through. BUT, if they're trying to pass the charge on to me, tell them they can go to hell. Last call they sent me cost me 60 bu..." As Maddix grumbles, another, more male sounding voice appears on the phone. "..." "Yeah, it's me. Did you guys have to call so damn early?" "..." "I'm still in San Antonio...I've got a flight scheduled for Thursday evening, so I should be there in plenty of ti..." "..." "What?" "..." "Woah, woah..." Maddix rubs at his eyes, sitting up in his bed, his sheets only just protecting his modesty. "If this is you Clark and this is your idea of a prank, I'm going to kick your ass. Wha...you are joking, right? Since when did you guys start booking matches for the first show after a Pay Per View? I had to beg and plead for a match last time I wanted one post-Pay Per View." "..." "So what? I don't care if somebody has requested a match with me. I can refuse, right?" "..." "And why not?" "..." With a low groan, Maddix brushes the hair out of his bleary eyes, cursing under his breath. "So, there's nothing I can do? I mean, nevermind that I've only just won the belt. Nevermind that I could have a serious knee injury here. Let me get this straight. This Hawke guy can have his title shot against me 'whenever he wants'...and sure enough, he chooses the first possible chance, when he knows I'm not one hundred percent. What a surprise. Already I'm getting screwed around and I haven't even had the belt 24 hours yet. "..." "Look, whatever. When you see Flesher next, tell him I'm putting all the extra costs I'm gonna have to pay in the SWF's lap. Re-organising my flight, finding a gym in Mexico...which'd be near impossible if I didn't speak Spanish, may I point out...any medicals bills. And...whatever else I can think of once I wake up." "..." "Phff, yeah right. I'd be surprised if Flesher could even SPELL lawyer, let alone be or hire one." "..." "Okay, okay...don't shout. My head feels like I've gone five rounds with Danny Williams." "..." "No, not that one." "..." "No...that's the one I didn't...look, my head hurts, okay. Just hang up." And the person on the other end of the phone does just that. "Jerk..." Rolling back over in his bed, the clearly worse-for-wear International Champion grumbles something under his breath before sliding back under the covers and getting ready for some more sleep. At least, that is, until he notices the cameraman standing in his en-suite bathroom's doorway. Landon sits back up sharply, before checking his manhood is firmly underwraps. "What in the hell is this, Big Brother!?! How long have you been here!?!" "Not long." comes a voice from behind the camera. "Oh, well, that's okay then..." Maddix can't believe how bad his morning has started. If only he knew. "Who the HELL let you in anyway!?!" snaps Maddix. "Megan did. She said it'd be okay." Glaring towards the voice from behind the camera, Landon doesn't quite know what to say for a moment. "So...Megan let you in?" "Mmm-hmm." Maddix continues glaring for a moment, before glancing to his left...and noticing, for the first time, that the other side of his double bed has clearly been slept in. The lipstick mark on the pillow just confirms his worries. "...oh shit..." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. S£im Citrus 0 Report post Posted April 27, 2005 .... You know what this angle really needs? The Wrath of Todd. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Toxxic 0 Report post Posted April 27, 2005 No, this needs an angle to determine who is the father of Megan's child: Cortez or Landon? The two partners are at each other's throats while Megan receives 'SLUT' chants across the world, until the true father is finally revealed... ...JANUS! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. S£im Citrus 0 Report post Posted April 27, 2005 Not THAT Todd... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted April 27, 2005 Well, that's all the suspence killed. Thanks Toxx. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Goodear Report post Posted April 27, 2005 I can now safely say that I am going to be the only wrestler with a female manager that is NEVER going to sleep with her. Cause ew. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Toxxic 0 Report post Posted April 27, 2005 No, just everyone else will. I mean c'mon, we're internet geeks. Who else are we gonna fancy except Japanese girls? (or a girl of Japanese descent, if we're gonna be picky) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
JHawk 0 Report post Posted April 27, 2005 What's wrong? Don't they have rednecks of Japanese descent? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
