PROMO: Along Came Landon

[Toxxic 0]

Finding herself hard at work in the Commissioner/General Manager combined offices backstage after 13th Hour's conclusion, Megan Skye is multi-tasking like only a woman can. In between filing away various documents in the combined filing cabinet, placing other documents in the combined waste paper bin, cleaning up bits of trash that are 100% Landon's she scuttles back and forth from Landon's desk to the whirring printer. As she works away, into the room strolls Toxxic, taking a look around for any signs of his erstwhile partner.

 

"Landon left you with all the work again? Typical."

 

"That's not fair. He actually went to get me coffee."

 

"Sweet of him." Toxxic scoffs. Still strolling with no real effort to actually help out himself, he picks up a few of the glossy papers Megan's set on the desk. "Ah, the fliers for the next show? Not bad. Good work."

 

"Uhm... thanks." Megan replies, sounding a little unused to being complimented.

 

"I'm just glad we got these done before your boyfriend could hijack it with some bloody pun. I could have sworn we'd end up calling the show 'Cream Caracas' if he had his way. If we were lucky. Actually, if he had his way, we'd probably have offended the entire black community. I dread to think, I really do."

 

"You really shouldn't underestimate him. He's smarter than you give him credit for. Now, help me think of a way to convince him the name was his idea in the first place and we're sorted."

 

Toxxic chuckles to himself, as right on cue Landon strides back into the office.

 

"Ah, Mike, there you are! Can I have a word?"

 

"Landon, where's my coffee?"

 

"Haha, I know!" chuckles Landon, clearly not listening. "Listen, what's all this paperwork that landed on my desk earlier about you wanting to bring in some new talent from your wrestling school? Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't know if we should be using your status as General Manager to get people contracts. The board probably aren't going to look kindly on nepotism like this, you know."

 

"Do you even know what nepoti..."

 

Toxxic takes a long look at Landon, shaking his head.

 

"Nevermind," The Englishman concludes. "Look, it's not like I'm trying to swamp the fed with guys, there's just two of them."

 

"I know, but-"

 

"-and more importantly, they're not a threat to anyone," Toxxic continues, shaking his head sadly. "Don't get me wrong, they're good kids and they've got the potential, but right now... well, one of them thinks he's a rough-tough ghetto gangsta and pretty much just kicks people, and the other one... well, he's a goof," he finishes lamely. "I've brought them here to find out what being a wrestler actually means, not to mount some poorly-disguised coup on the undercard. Besides," he adds as an afterthought, "if we get to the position where we're bringing in people to wrestle each other to determine who controls the fed there's the risk one of us gets landed with Craven, and neither of us wants that."

 

"Yeah... I'm still not sure." Landon admits, looking to Megan for some back-up and apparantly not getting any from the coffee--less Assistant Commissioner. "What do you think Megan?"

 

"It's not like we'll be paying 'em much." Toxxic jumps in, directed at Megan despite her best attempts not to get involved. "It's so much cheaper to live over here they won't look twice at the pittance on their contract," he continues, before switching his attention back to Maddix. "Look, it ain't much to ask. If you by some miracle ever opened up a wrestling school, I'd be glad to let anyone join who sticks around more than a day."

 

"Thanks man."

 

"Yeah, don't mention it. Besides, you've been bugging me to sign that guy you saw wrestle a couple of weeks ago since... well, a couple of weeks ago."

 

"Well if you're going to bring your students in, I at should at least be allowed some say in talent relations." Landon shrugs in an eventual acceptance of defeat.

 

"Good, well that's settled then." sighs Megan.

 

Settled, if not totally amiccably, Landon still a little unhappy at what he sees as being forced to give in. Pouting a little, he strolls over and sits down at his desk. Toxxic notices Landon's mood and can't help but smirk a little. Attempting to change the subject, Megan walks over and hands over a set of papers to the Commissioner which he flips through with little interest.

 

"While you were out, we got the details of the next show finalised."

 

"Oh, okay. Saves me a job I guess." shrugs Landon. "What did we end up going with?"

 

"Next In Line."

 

"....."

 

"Landon?" goads Megan, waving a hand over the Commissioner's glazed-over face.

 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was waiting for the punchline."

 

Toxxic groans under his breath. "See, that's always been your problem," he says, sitting on the edge of the desk, "you're more interested in getting a cheap laugh than anything else. Nevermind if it makes any bloody sense or not, or if we happen to be finding challengers who will be Next In Line for title shots on this particular show; if you so much as chuckle the first couple of times you hear it, bugger rational thought, it's a winner!"

 

"That's not true."

 

"What was that guy you wanted to sign's name again?"

 

".....Legs Flamingo." Landon replies sheepishly, to a smirk from Toxxic. "But that's different, he's got enormous potential."

 

"Yeah, for stupid puns."

 

The Commissioner and General Manager continue to bicker, leaving Megan to continue carrying out all the actual work around them. Just another day at the office.

[A Happy Medium 0]

I have nothing to say, really...except that I enjoyed this promo.

[HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0]

Legs Flamingo.

 

 

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