WWE: Landon/Megan/Cortez segment

[King Cucaracha 0]

In the only locker room in the arena crummy enough to have been allocated to The Wildcards, Todd Cortez is going through some finishing touches, wrapping his roll of athletic tape tight around his right hand in preperation for some punch duty later in the night. Head down, Cortez is lost to the world, fully focused on the night ahead. Except for some footsteps. Some female sounding, heel clacking footsteps. A shapely shadow hovers over Todd for a moment before the female sits down on the seat in front of him, Todd's hand-wrapping slowing gradually down into a stop as his focus is now stead forward.

CORTEZ
Megan.

MEGAN
Todd.

You can cut the tension with a knife as the former lovebirds glare respective holes through each other, neither pleased with the situation they've been put in tonight. Cortez finishes up with the tape and rips away the last strand, throwing the empty roll across the room and standing up to go through some warm-ups.

.....

CORTEZ
I can't believe you ended up back with him.

The warm-ups didn't last long. Todd gets through a couple of squats before turning back to his former beau, unable to resist saying something for any longer.

MEGAN
What can I say, me and Landon were meant to be together. I just wish I'd realised it earlier.

CORTEZ
After all we went through with him. You must not have much in the way of self-respect anymore.

MEGAN
I think you got in in the seperation actually.

CORTEZ
He was a jerk to you.

MEGAN
Both of us.

CORTEZ
Well, I didn't go crawling back to him with my tail between my legs. I call that a moral victory.

MEGAN
And you just LOVE your precious morals, don't you Todd? Those archaic, Victorian England morals that mean a woman must be seen and not heard?

Cortez groans, sitting back down in front of Megan, running a hand over his head.

CORTEZ
I always looked out for you.

MEGAN
I'm a manager Todd, it's what I do! I do it better than anyone else! And you wouldn't let me manage you. For months I sat on the sidelines, collecting my wages and doing nothing to deserve them. Months.

CORTEZ
I was trying to protect you.

MEGAN
It was 2005 Todd, not 1905! I don't NEED protecting!

CORTEZ
You really think Landon cares about you?

MEGAN
Of course he does!

CORTEZ
Because you tell him to, right?

Megan snarls under her breath. This could get ugly.

MEGAN
At least Landon listens to me.

CORTEZ
You know what, you're obviously better off with him. You obviously prefer relationships where you're the one with all the balls.

MEGAN
Did you want to know what it's like? Because, I can tell you.

CORTEZ
I'm not all that interested in what you and your wife get up to, to be honest.

MEGAN
Blow it out of your ass.

CORTEZ
She-witch!

MEGAN
Street-scum!

CORTEZ
White-trash!

Insults traded, the former partners glower at each other, close to coming to blows and only just holding themselves from doing so. All for one reason.



MADDIX
Yo Yo YO!

By the magic of convenient timing, Landon Maddix appears in the background, positioned right between the two warring parties. Todd groans and leans back in his seat, as Megan rolls her eyes at her man's attempts to be 'hip' and/or 'with it'.

MADDIX
Oh, so street talk is out? Street talk is out. Good to know.

Maddix strolls over, leaning in and giving Megan a peck on the cheek. He seems completely oblivious to the fact that Megan's ex is sitting no more than two feet away and the fact this might not be appropriate. But, hey, that's Landon.

MADDIX
So, what are we talking about?

...

MEGAN
Sports.

CORTEZ
Yeah...sports.

MADDIX
Heh, you guys don't give me much credit do you? It's only been a year and a half you know. You used to use that excuse when you were doing the secret dating thing, because you know my utter disinterest for any American sports what-so-ever would let you get on with your conversation without me. Which means...

The cogs in Landon's head are slowly, painfully churning towards putting 2 and 2 together...


MEGAN
:D

...until Megan cuts in with some over-enthused laughter.

MEGAN
See, I told you he'd remember! Ha! No, Landon, we were just talking about old times and how we're all better of as we are now, [i]right Todd[/i].

CORTEZ
Definately better off. 

MADDIX
Really? Honest?

CORTEZ
Yeah. No hard feelings here. You two... let's just say, you [i]really[/i] deserve each other.

Standing up again, Cortez brushes past the oblivious Next Generation and strides off out of the locker room, slamming the door behind him. And, still oblivious, Maddix watches on with a smile, dusting his hands with satisfaction as he sits in Todd's vacated chair, leaning back and kicking his feet up.

MADDIX
Well, that's a relief. And to think, I thought this'd be awkward!

MEGAN
Yeah... silly you.