PROMO: "The Secret War Of Landon's Brain"

[King Cucaracha 0]

Having landed in America from the long flight back from Japan, Cucaracha Internacional are set to go their seperate ways. With the card for Lockdown having just been relayed to them, Landon Maddix has decided he might as well find a seperate hotel. After all, he doesn't need to go to the arena what-so-ever. What with being booked in a 'match' in a Hockey restaurant and all.

 

Unsurprisingly, Landon doesn't seem too happy. Pacing the area around baggage collection, Maddix stalks around with hands on hips and a very sour look on his face.

 

Three guesses as to why...

 

"This is ridiculous. Putting me in a match with Bruce Blank, for the Hardcore Gamers Title. And...not even a match. A game of hide and seek! In a restaurant! Ridiculous!" Maddix wipes a hand across his face, continuing to pace around. "Why, of all things, would I want to be going after the Hardcore Gamers Title? Facing some loser hick like Bruce Blank isn't high on my priority list, let alone being king of a worthless division like the Hardcore one. People trying to murder each other for the sake of just another belt...it's nonesensical. Did you not SEE what he did to Janus? And what Janus did to HIM?"

 

"Yes, we did." nods Hawke, wincing slightly at the thought of it. "But, that's a good thing. Bruce is going to be easy pickings for you to beat."

 

"That's just it though...I don't have any desire to beat him."

 

Exchanging a rather confused look in each other's direction, Hawke and JJ seem surprised at their 'leader's frankness. And equally surprised at the fact that Maddix really doesn't seem to give a crap about the fact he has a title match in just three days.

 

"I meant what I said on the plane over." Maddix eventually continues. "None of it matters anymore unless it concerns the World Heavyweight Title. That's where I should be. Not stuck in a restaurant with a bunch of brainless, moron hockey fans and a lone redneck. The Cold Front Classic...last year, I won it. I won the Cold Front Classic and I beat everyone in my path. The battle royal, Christian Fury, Jenkins and Sacred. And now...apparantly, I can't enter this year, because they 'want to give someone else a chance'? What a bunch of crap that is! I should be the World Heavyweight Champion, or at least in contention for the belt. And instead, I'm stuck having to deal with people who hate my guts or I'm stuck filling my time in meaningless matches...and now, meaningless titles! Sure, if they told me I'd have to hunt around in a restaurant for the World Title, I'd jump at the chance. But the Hardcore Title? Hardly seems worth the effort."

 

"Landon, this is a big opportunity." interrupts Hawke. "You're only two belts away from the Grand Slam, remember?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"And the Hardcore Title is one of them, right?"

 

"Yeah."

 

At this point, JJ Johnson conveniently skulks off out of view, taking a certain Cruiserweight Title belt with him.

 

"Nobody's ever done the Grand Slam. Nobody's ever won every title available to them and now, you're two away. You'd be the first ever SWF Grand Slam winner...hell, you'd be the first person to win everything, SJL Titles included. That's big! That's bigger than bigger, Landon!"

 

"...I guess."

 

"Look, obviously you're more concerned with the Heavyweight Title. It's only natural that you are. But you can worry about that later, when the situation changes. I'm four victories away from being World Champion once we get the Battle Royal out of the way, so is JJ. I'd be glad to let you challenge me for the World Heavyweight Title. So would JJ."

 

"Then, how come I haven't had any Cruiserweight or International Title shots?"

 

Appearing back in shot, JJ suddenly wishes he hadn't, as he and Jay seem stuck for an answer.

 

"...uh..."

 

"Uhm..."

 

"Well..."

 

"Uh..."

 

"Look, think of it like this...if you lose to Bruce Blank, what's that going to do for your Heavyweight Title aspirations?"

 

Maddix shrugs.

 

"You've got a point." The Next Generation admits, begrudgingly. "Besides, maybe if I have some gold around my waist, certain executives might wake up and remember just exactly who I am."

 

Right on cue, Maddix spots his bag and grabs it off the conveyor belt before making a suitably dramatic exit. Hawke and Johnson watch on with little more than a shrug, happy to have gotten through to their partner, happier still that he's slowly getting close to being out of earshot. But by now, Maddix isn't saying anything. He's clearly deep in thought. And with good reason. Landon Maddix, Hardcore Champion? It just doesn't fit. All Landon Maddix cares about it Landon Maddix, 2 Time Heavyweight Champion. Risking injury through increasingly more weird and wacky stipulation matches night in and night out doesn't fit in with his plans. He's been there before. Pie Match. Office Brawl. Mouse Trap Match. Bible On A Pole. Stilts Match. Won them all. But they didn't do jack for his World Title aspiritations. They were all part of the 'Old Landon', the Landon he had left behind a couple of years ago, in favour of being more serious, more focused. The Old Landon would have loved it. The fans would have loved it. Did he really want to go back there?

 

 

Only one way to find out.

[Toxxic 0]

I want Landon 'La Cucaracha' Janus, who changes personality mid-match and argues with himself about wanting the title or not. It'd be gold. GOLD I TELLS YA!

 

Nice promo Landon.

[Bruce Blank 0]

Now other than the disparaging remarks about the smelly stinky redneck this was top notch - but funny and it pushes Landon's character

 

and hey he IS smelly

 

great stuff