Post by Lord Allton/PennyLord on Sept 28, 2020 11:16:48 GMT -6
The last time that we saw Lord Allton and the A-List, they were just about to pitch down in Greece. As we fade in, we join our Dashingly Handsome Lord and the rest of the A-List taking in the view of Mount Olympus itself.
Allton: You know, it’s really quite interesting you know…
Dylan: What is?
Allton: Wrestling…
Dylan: Well...yeah, it’s why we’re all here isn’t it?
Allton smiles, but there is a small hint of irritation on his face.
Allton: No. No my friend… I mean it’s interesting that we come HERE to Greece while discussing a wrestling event.
Dylan: I don’t get it…
Allton rolls his eyes looking at Lissandra.
Lissandra: Greece is the birthplace of wrestling, honey.
Dylan: Oh.
Allton: I’m just glad that we no longer do it, how the Ancient Greeks used to do it – naked.
Dylan: I could get behind that if you were on the show, Lissie…
Lissandra: Very funny.
Lissandra punches her husband in the arm, lightly. Allton meanwhile is not even looking at Dylan and Lissandra at this moment, instead taking in the awe-inspiring view of the mountain. Still not looking at Dylan and Lissandra, Allton responds to Dylan’s comment.
Allton: Yes, well… sadly for you...it was men-only affair in Ancient Greece.
Dylan: Oh, I’m not talking about Ancient Greece…
Allton: I’m fully aware.
We fade out…
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We fade back in to a bit later in the day and the A-List have decided to get something to eat. Lord Allton hates seafood but luckily, he has managed to find somewhere that sells steak, so he’s very happy indeed.
Allton: So… I’ve already said what I’m gonna do to the Corey Feldman rip-off… Lissie...who else is in the tournament?
Lissandra: Well there’s the winner of Aaron Warthog and **ahem** Vic Vinegar and Tony the Spider….and...
Lissandra trails off.
Allton: …Barry.
A sick smile contorts over Allton’s face and he pulls out his phone.
Allton: Well how interesting…
Allton brings up his camera and smiles into it.
Allton: Gentlemen… in the remainder of this tournament. Hello Barry.
Allton smiles and waves into the camera.
Allton: Vic Vinegar… Aaron Warthog… Tony the Spider and Barry. I told you all after I beat Hector Malvado that this is MY tournament to win. It is but a foregone conclusion that I will go over Zeus at the Pay-Per-View. But the rest of you, with the exception of our good friend Barry of course, better pray to whichever deity you wish that you do not face me in the tournament. As I have a bone to pick with each and every one of you. Vic Vinegar...what kind of name is that? Oh, and duster coats went out of fashion years ago my friend. Hmph… you call yourself a bodyguard?
Allton spins the camera around so that Dave Branson, Tank and Vincenzo come into shot.
Allton: What do you reckon, boys? Think you could learn a thing or two from Mr. Vinegar or not?
The boys all, in unison flip the bird to the camera and then go back to eating their lunch and Allton re-directs the camera onto himself with a smirk.
Allton: As I suspected. Tony the Spider… I know that we have yet to officially meet, per se… but I don’t like you friend purely because of my arachnophobia. Still, working at a zoo helped me get over it somewhat. Regardless Tony… You’re hardly the most intimidating fellow are you? And Aaron Warthog! What is there to say but if it comes down to you and me? I’m going to destroy you! You Warthog, tried to end my career by throwing me off of that stage at Warriors of the ring, but like everything you do, you only HALF succeeded...whereas I? Well… you’ll never walk again. I promise you that.
Allton scoffs.
Allton: How ironic it is, that you’re gonna be taken off of your feet...by me. When I’m done with you, I’m going to roast you alive – roast pork was always my favourite.
Allton then turns solemn, putting a hand on his heart.
Allton: And that turns my attention to Barry, doesn’t it? Barry you have done exceptionally well and it’s been an honour to welcome you into the A-List friend. I said to you at the beginning of this tournament that I would give you a fair gentleman’s bout… out of the respect that I have for you. We are brothers aren’t we? I however, Barry, MUST win this tournament. Therefore Barry, I expect you to give me the gentlemanly bout that I have promised you. And then, once I win, we can go out after the match and party...as a family. Hell, bring Deana! I’ll see you at the show. Good luck, brother.
Allton smirks as he turns off his phone. Lissandra shakes her head smiling, as everyone else smiles, getting back to their lunch.
Lissandra: You’re diabolical.
Allton: You say it like it’s a bad thing, dear.
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Allton: You know, it’s really quite interesting you know…
Dylan: What is?
Allton: Wrestling…
Dylan: Well...yeah, it’s why we’re all here isn’t it?
Allton smiles, but there is a small hint of irritation on his face.
Allton: No. No my friend… I mean it’s interesting that we come HERE to Greece while discussing a wrestling event.
Dylan: I don’t get it…
Allton rolls his eyes looking at Lissandra.
Lissandra: Greece is the birthplace of wrestling, honey.
Dylan: Oh.
Allton: I’m just glad that we no longer do it, how the Ancient Greeks used to do it – naked.
Dylan: I could get behind that if you were on the show, Lissie…
Lissandra: Very funny.
Lissandra punches her husband in the arm, lightly. Allton meanwhile is not even looking at Dylan and Lissandra at this moment, instead taking in the awe-inspiring view of the mountain. Still not looking at Dylan and Lissandra, Allton responds to Dylan’s comment.
Allton: Yes, well… sadly for you...it was men-only affair in Ancient Greece.
Dylan: Oh, I’m not talking about Ancient Greece…
Allton: I’m fully aware.
We fade out…
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We fade back in to a bit later in the day and the A-List have decided to get something to eat. Lord Allton hates seafood but luckily, he has managed to find somewhere that sells steak, so he’s very happy indeed.
Allton: So… I’ve already said what I’m gonna do to the Corey Feldman rip-off… Lissie...who else is in the tournament?
Lissandra: Well there’s the winner of Aaron Warthog and **ahem** Vic Vinegar and Tony the Spider….and...
Lissandra trails off.
Allton: …Barry.
A sick smile contorts over Allton’s face and he pulls out his phone.
Allton: Well how interesting…
Allton brings up his camera and smiles into it.
Allton: Gentlemen… in the remainder of this tournament. Hello Barry.
Allton smiles and waves into the camera.
Allton: Vic Vinegar… Aaron Warthog… Tony the Spider and Barry. I told you all after I beat Hector Malvado that this is MY tournament to win. It is but a foregone conclusion that I will go over Zeus at the Pay-Per-View. But the rest of you, with the exception of our good friend Barry of course, better pray to whichever deity you wish that you do not face me in the tournament. As I have a bone to pick with each and every one of you. Vic Vinegar...what kind of name is that? Oh, and duster coats went out of fashion years ago my friend. Hmph… you call yourself a bodyguard?
Allton spins the camera around so that Dave Branson, Tank and Vincenzo come into shot.
Allton: What do you reckon, boys? Think you could learn a thing or two from Mr. Vinegar or not?
The boys all, in unison flip the bird to the camera and then go back to eating their lunch and Allton re-directs the camera onto himself with a smirk.
Allton: As I suspected. Tony the Spider… I know that we have yet to officially meet, per se… but I don’t like you friend purely because of my arachnophobia. Still, working at a zoo helped me get over it somewhat. Regardless Tony… You’re hardly the most intimidating fellow are you? And Aaron Warthog! What is there to say but if it comes down to you and me? I’m going to destroy you! You Warthog, tried to end my career by throwing me off of that stage at Warriors of the ring, but like everything you do, you only HALF succeeded...whereas I? Well… you’ll never walk again. I promise you that.
Allton scoffs.
Allton: How ironic it is, that you’re gonna be taken off of your feet...by me. When I’m done with you, I’m going to roast you alive – roast pork was always my favourite.
Allton then turns solemn, putting a hand on his heart.
Allton: And that turns my attention to Barry, doesn’t it? Barry you have done exceptionally well and it’s been an honour to welcome you into the A-List friend. I said to you at the beginning of this tournament that I would give you a fair gentleman’s bout… out of the respect that I have for you. We are brothers aren’t we? I however, Barry, MUST win this tournament. Therefore Barry, I expect you to give me the gentlemanly bout that I have promised you. And then, once I win, we can go out after the match and party...as a family. Hell, bring Deana! I’ll see you at the show. Good luck, brother.
Allton smirks as he turns off his phone. Lissandra shakes her head smiling, as everyone else smiles, getting back to their lunch.
Lissandra: You’re diabolical.
Allton: You say it like it’s a bad thing, dear.
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