Promo: A return to the ring

[Rawknight 0]

Landon's office, shortly after Hell Freezes Over

 

A shadow approaches the door, visible through the frosted glass. It raises a hand-

 

"WAIT!"

 

Landon Maddix bursts out of his office into the outer office, past the startled Sally and reaches the outer office door to yank it open and reveal the figure of Chris Card standing there. Maddix pulls up short and glares at the Englishman.

 

"You're not Va'aiga."

 

"...no," Card says, eyeing Maddix curiously, "The lack of steel chair shaped dents in my head should have given that away."

 

"Good. Then you aren't going to kick my door off, so you can damn well knock," the Commissioner pouts, and closes the door in Card's face. Toxxic, poking his head out from the internal office, shakes his head and sighs.

 

"Did you ask me to come here just to close a door in my face?" Card asks, opening the door again (without knocking) and shutting it behind him. He takes a moment to smile at Sally, who responds with an uncertain half-grimace.

 

"No, I called you here to talk to you about your conduct lately," Maddix tells him sternly. "Since we rehired TKO... remind me Mike, why did we rehire TKO?" he asks archly, not taking his eyes away from Card.

 

"Because they rock," the General Manager's voice comes from behind him. "Oh, and because you hate them, and you hate Chris, and I thought it'd be fun to annoy you," the straight-edger adds with a smirk.

 

"Right," Maddix huffs. "Anyway, since we rehired TKO your team has had a total of three matches - one tag, two singles - and in those three matches you have ended up attacking three opponents."

 

"Get it right Landon," Card smiles, "I waited until the match was over to attack Jakey and that ridiculous dancing clown."

 

"Whatever," Maddix waves a hand irritably, "do you have any idea what sort of situation we're in financially? We need to be attracting employees, not providing an unsafe working environment!" He harrumphs again and crosses his arms. "I'm not happy, Chris."

 

"And I'm meant to care... why?" Technical Perfection asks. Maddix opens his mouth again but Card forestalls him by holding up a hand. "Hang on a second Landon. I know you tend to open your mouth before you engage your brain, so I'll help you out here. I know you don't need someone in here asking for a match through the medium of interpretive Bemani so I'll give the premature answer, Yes I'll fight Dragon. "

 

Landon tilts his head sideways, eyeing Card suspiciously.

 

"Your mouth's still open, by the way."

 

Maddix snaps his mouth shut and glares at the goth in front of him, then nods slowly. "OK Chris, I'll set it up."

 

"...for a full wrestling fee, of course," Card adds smoothly.

 

"Hey, you're on the books as a manager!" Maddix protests.

 

"Wrestler's fee," Card demands, crossing his arms. "I don't get in the ring unless I'm getting paid the proper wage."

 

"Fine, fine, wrestler's fee," Landon sulks. "Now get out."

 

 

 

 

"...AND DON'T TOUCH THAT DOOR!"