Buying a new car that isn't broken down
Aug 31, 2020 7:35:50 GMT -6
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Post by Lord Allton/PennyLord on Aug 31, 2020 7:35:50 GMT -6
Dylan Thomas' win against Lightning at the last Friday Night Inferno had Lord Allton in attendance, watching Dylan's win and so Dylan and Lissandra Thomas have decided to return the favour when Lord Allton is in action, against... wait, who is he against?
We join the Thomas's and Lord Allton at a car dealership, looking to see about getting that wheelchair accessible limousine. Whilst they are waiting to get paperwork and everything sorted, Lord Allton is sat drinking tea (he hates coffee) and talking to his cohorts.
Allton: This tea is disgusting!
Allton sighs.
Allton: Back to the yard I go... When I destroy Memphis Belle at Dystopia 13, I will be on the path to regaining MY titles! By all rights that Undisputed Championship should be MINE! Not Uber-Man! Uber-Man got lucky at Warriors of the Ring and you know it. So this what is it? 'Memphis Belle'? She is NOTHING.
As Lord Allton stops talking, Lissandra's phone beeps. She checks the message and sees that it is a direct message from none other than Mike Zybala.
*Mrs Thomas, you don't like me since I battered the shit out of your husband and I don't like you, because...well... I don't like you. BUT since you also run the day to day business of Lord Allton, please inform him that there has been a change to his match. At Dystopia 13 he now faces Hector Mavaldo. Thanks, MZ*
Lissandra: Um...Rob?
Allton: What?
Lissandra: That was a message from Zybala.
Dylan: What the fuck? HOW does he have your phone number?!
Lissandra: Jon Barrows must have passed it along, I don't know!
Dylan goes to protest further but Allton raises his hand.
Allton: NEVERMIND THAT! What does he want?
Lissandra: There's been a change to your match. You are no longer facing Memphis.
Allton: Oh?
Lissandra: Instead, some guy named Hector Mavaldo...
Allton does not seem too fussed about this change and simply shrugs his shoulders.
Allton: It is of no consequence. American Southern woman, or some guy that mows lawns for a living by the sounds of it. What matters is, I run through this Hector Malvado SOMEBODY and get my title back.
Allton gets out his phone and sets up the camera. He looks directly into it. Unimpressed.
Allton: Mr Mavaldo...You do not know me and I do not know you but I will give you this piece of advice: Stay at home! This tournament is MY tournament. I intend to win this tournament and I will be damned if some goddamn lawnmower boy is going to stop me from winning the tournament. You may look at me and think 'a wheelchair? How can he fight?' Or however you say that in Spanish. I don't care. You'll see at Dystopia 13 that I am A LOT more dangerous than I fucking look!
Allton stares menacingly into the camera before switching off his phone and putting it back into his bag.
Allton: Now where the hell is this car salesman?! I hate car salesmen. Assholes the lot.
We join the Thomas's and Lord Allton at a car dealership, looking to see about getting that wheelchair accessible limousine. Whilst they are waiting to get paperwork and everything sorted, Lord Allton is sat drinking tea (he hates coffee) and talking to his cohorts.
Allton: This tea is disgusting!
Allton sighs.
Allton: Back to the yard I go... When I destroy Memphis Belle at Dystopia 13, I will be on the path to regaining MY titles! By all rights that Undisputed Championship should be MINE! Not Uber-Man! Uber-Man got lucky at Warriors of the Ring and you know it. So this what is it? 'Memphis Belle'? She is NOTHING.
As Lord Allton stops talking, Lissandra's phone beeps. She checks the message and sees that it is a direct message from none other than Mike Zybala.
*Mrs Thomas, you don't like me since I battered the shit out of your husband and I don't like you, because...well... I don't like you. BUT since you also run the day to day business of Lord Allton, please inform him that there has been a change to his match. At Dystopia 13 he now faces Hector Mavaldo. Thanks, MZ*
Lissandra: Um...Rob?
Allton: What?
Lissandra: That was a message from Zybala.
Dylan: What the fuck? HOW does he have your phone number?!
Lissandra: Jon Barrows must have passed it along, I don't know!
Dylan goes to protest further but Allton raises his hand.
Allton: NEVERMIND THAT! What does he want?
Lissandra: There's been a change to your match. You are no longer facing Memphis.
Allton: Oh?
Lissandra: Instead, some guy named Hector Mavaldo...
Allton does not seem too fussed about this change and simply shrugs his shoulders.
Allton: It is of no consequence. American Southern woman, or some guy that mows lawns for a living by the sounds of it. What matters is, I run through this Hector Malvado SOMEBODY and get my title back.
Allton gets out his phone and sets up the camera. He looks directly into it. Unimpressed.
Allton: Mr Mavaldo...You do not know me and I do not know you but I will give you this piece of advice: Stay at home! This tournament is MY tournament. I intend to win this tournament and I will be damned if some goddamn lawnmower boy is going to stop me from winning the tournament. You may look at me and think 'a wheelchair? How can he fight?' Or however you say that in Spanish. I don't care. You'll see at Dystopia 13 that I am A LOT more dangerous than I fucking look!
Allton stares menacingly into the camera before switching off his phone and putting it back into his bag.
Allton: Now where the hell is this car salesman?! I hate car salesmen. Assholes the lot.