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SWF Mobile Exclusive!

 

A few short hours following the events of Downward Spiral, the crew of the SWF Mobile service caught commissioner Landon Maddix seated at his desk and already in the middle of filling out some paperwork in front of intrepid interviewer Ben Hardy.

 

"…And that'll do it." says Landon, apposing his autograph at the end of his stack of papers. "Just make sure to get those results to the online people and they'll get the next card up. Man, I'm already looking forward to seeing Luch go for that title. Don't care who wins, just as long as there's an ass in every seat!"

 

"I'll get on it, boss!" reports the loyal Hardy.

 

"Ben, I don't say this enough, but you're doing a HELL of a job!" claims the commissionner, unable to shed his cheery mood after the stellar show that was 'Spiral.

 

"Aw, gee thanks, sir." says a blushing Hardy, glad someone is recognizing his efforts.

 

"LANDON!!" echoes a sudden voice coming from the hallway outside the office.

 

The origin of the booming cry of fury soon manifests itself in the form of Tod James Stuart, who offers the office door a mighty shove and then rushes through the threshhold. Still clad in his wrestling gear, he's holding a large icepack to his ribs that he soon tosses down in frustration.

 

"WE GOTTA TALK!"

 

"Ben, I think you better go." says a still-calm Maddix.

 

"I'M SICK AND TIRED OF THIS SHIT!" bellows a vengeful Tod. "What the hell happened to your door? Hey Ben."

 

"Long story." offers Landon.

 

"I'M SICK AND--…" resumes Tod, but then cuts himself off to catch his breath and regain his bearings.

 

"Hey Tod! You seem upset about something." says Landon in an effort to start over this exchange from the beginning.

 

Tod starts pacing around the office, doing his best to maintain a controlled breathing pace. Many thoughts can be seen going through his mind.

 

"This isn't what I had in mind, Landon…" begins Tod. "Remember when I first talked to you about giving this a more serious shot? Doing this the right way? I'm grateful for the chance, I really am… Getting jumped from behind is NOT what I had in mind! I'm NOT going back to being the punching bag I was last year! These Norsemen are so intent on proving that I'm below their level, but I'm not, Landon. I have to beat them. I need to beat them! I'm better than them, I know it. But you keep putting me against each and everyone of them separately and we both know that's a losing proposition with a group of guys like them. And thereby lies our conundrum!"

 

"Hey man, you're the one who signed on for the match. I can't say I approve what they did to you, but you had to expect that coming from them. Especially two months in a row." says Landon, trying to find reason and common ground. "So, what, next month you want Olaf? Or Tolland?"

 

"No. I don't care about them. I want both Fleihr and Arne. I'm gonna end it once and for all."

 

Upon the ludicrous request, the commissioner's eyebrows scrunch into a quint, followed by an eyebrow raise.

 

"…You are kidding, right? I mean, I like the image change and all, but your win-loss record hasn't been stellar lately. Now you wanna take on two guys by yourself?"

 

Tod's angry demeanor then converts to a pensive smirk as he sends a glance to his commissionner.

 

"You been online lately, Landon?" asks Tod. "If you have, you'll notice I mentionned a little something about going back to the well. Tonight, I thought I wasn't gonna need him. But I guess I'll have to bring in the big guy sooner than I thought. A good friend, you could say…"

 

"You mean…?"

 

"No. It's not Taylor. It's not Frost. It's not Danny Williams. If he's got anything in common with them is that he's getting a little impatient about getting in the ring and tossing a few people around. Namely a couple of Norsemen. That, and he happens to share a name with one of 'em. Just give me Fleihr and Arne, Landon."

 

"…I don't like it. But fine. If you tell me you'll have a partner, then it's official." says Landon, then switching to his promoter voice, visualizing the invisible marquee in front of him. "Next month; in Halifax, Nova Scotia! At Hell Freezes Over, it's gonna be you! Tod James Stuart! And your partner! Taking on the Four Norsemen combination of Rikard Fleihr and Arne Andersen!" he concludes, before laying a final warning to his competitor. "Don't mess it up. You're no good to me if you keep getting your ass handed to you."

 

"You won't be disappointed." says Tod with a grateful smirk. "Lemme use your phone."

 

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Landon Maddix retrieves his cellular phone and hands it off to Tod James Stuart. He then leaves Tod by his lonesome, allowing him a bit of privacy. Dialing on the contraption, Stuart awaits a few seconds before getting an answer.

 

"Dan The Man!… Good news. The GTA Fight Team is officially a go. Next month in Halifax, you get to tear some Norseman heads… But um, I think you're due for a little warmup first…"

 

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[Retard Girl 0]

the door thing is certainly getting around. love it XD

[Toxxic 0]

We're taking the door on tour.