PROMO: Two's company...

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Landon Maddix’s hotel room

Roughly 5am, 4/13/06

 

Landon Maddix and Megan Skye are still up, and both of them have alcohol in their hands. Both are also still clothed, but the atmosphere in the hotel room is definitely one of celebration. After all, Landon now has a World Title shot, Megan is reunited with her most successful client, and Landon has someone to do the thinking for him.

 

Things are good.

 

*click*

 

And then the key turns in the lock, and the room door opens. Both Megan and Landon look around, and upon seeing the new arrival Megan (being as already noted, rather brighter than Landon) rolls off the bed and hides on the other side.

 

“What the fuck is goin’ on ‘ere, Landon you cunt!?”

 

“Hey, Amy,” Landon says, looking confused at his girlfriend’s rather aggressive greeting, “nice work with Bruce, you really-”

 

“Eh? Eh?” Amy says storming into the room and bending down to glower into Landon’s eyes (Landon thinks about looking down her top, but something in his alcohol-befuddled brain tells him it wouldn’t be a smart move). “I really what, Landon? Got me arse kicked? Ended up in fuckin’ hospital? Well I guess you wouldn’t know that would yer, cos it ain’t like you bovvered checking! Nah man, you were here with that slut over there!” the Punk-Rock Princess finishes pointing a finger at Megan Skye, who ducks lower in the hope that someone will make the mad English girl go away.

 

“Hey, Amy, c’mon,” Landon protests, “it isn’t like that! Megan’s just agreed to become my manager again, that’s all! She’s got me a World Title match!” Landon looks up at his girlfriend, thinks he detects a slight softening and tries for pity. “I thought you’d be happy for me…”

 

*SLAP!*

 

“Yer did, did yer?” Amy fumes, “well I’ll tell you what right… I’M NOT!” And with that cutting retort, Amy turns around and practically flounces out of the room.

 

“Amy! Where are you going?” Landon asks.

 

“Know what? I’m goin’ to stay in the room of someone who actually gave a shit about how I was an’ came down to the hospital to check on me,” Amy tells him, spinning back around, “an’ someone who has a car and who’ll be givin’ me a lift to the next show, cos I sure ain’t travelling with you! An’ since I ain’t had no sleep tonight I’m gonna be sleepin’ in this morning, so don’t bother comin’ knocking for me, ya get me?”

 

“Who…?” Landon asks weakly.

 

“Sean Davis!” Amy snaps. She goes to close the door, then reopens it slightly, “an’ just so you know, since he’s 6’5 and 280lbs, he tends to book rooms with a double bed!”

 

*SLAM!*

 

Landon stares at the door for a few moments, while Megan re-emerges from the other side of the bed.

 

“She’ll be over it by the morning…” Landon says to himself. Megan, being as already discussed the sensible one, says nothing.

[Guest The Satanic Angel]

Laugh. Out. Loud.

 

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Not enough "Innit".

 

Good, though.

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I can't believe I'm getting that over as a catchphrase, innit.