Post by Lord Allton/PennyLord on Dec 5, 2020 5:41:49 GMT -6
The scene opens on Lord Allton, Tank and Vincenzo Larossia in a pub, sat round a table. Vincenzo and Tank are downing beers while Lord Allton has his usual Pepsi.
Allton: Stellar work back there Tank. Stellar work. I don’t know what Zybala was thinking booking Barry against you but at least we’ll be able to show him the error of his ways. Now at the event…
: Excuse me, Lord Allton?!
Lord Allton’s train of thought is broken as he looks up from his conversation, annoyed.
: I was wondering if I might get some words with you and your boys about the footage that has just surfaced.
Vincenzo and Tank stand up and glare at Shaun menacingly but Allton waves at them to sit back down and as the ever loyal attack dogs that they are, they do.
Allton: The fuck are you?
Shaun: I’m Shaun. I’m a freelance journalist for a wrestling magazine and website. I’ve uh… had dealings with Dylan and Lissandra Thomas before -
Allton raises his hand for Shaun to quieten down.
Allton: Hold on one moment, please.
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Meanwhile, out in Hollywood…
Dylan and Lissandra are out in their conservatory with baby Lilly. Lissandra’s phone begins to ring.
Lissandra: Hello? Oh Rob, hi. What’s up?
Lissandra sips on her tea, listening.
Lissandra: Shaun? Journalist? Yeah, he checks out. He’s a bit of an annoying bastard but – Hold on, Dylan wants to have a word.
Dylan: Rob, Rob! Call him ‘Shaymus’. He fucking loves it. Later man.
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Back in the pub with Lord Allton.
Allton: OK… Shaymus… what do you want to know?
Shaun rolls his eyes a little but is still intimidated by The Family so soldiers on.
Shaun: I er…
Allton checks the time on his phone.
Allton: Time is money, Shaymus…
Shaun: So… why did you do what you did to Barry, back at Controlled Chaos?
Allton furrows his brow, annoyed.
Allton: I’ve already answered that question. Next.
Shaun: Uh… OK. So what plans for Dystopia 17, do you have for Barry Barrows?
This time, Allton smirks as the camera focuses on The Family.
Allton: As you saw from our footage, Tank is ready to do what he does best. DOMINATE that pesky, little, insignificant insect that is Barry Barrows. At Dystopia 17, there will be no mercy Barry. No. You will pay for destroying my favourite suit. That was my FAVOURITE suit. Tank is going to take his huge, boot and smush you underneath it. He’s going to push you into a corner of that ring and break a few ribs with the punches from his massive hands. And then… and ONLY then will he finally end you with his massive Terrell bomb. You’ve pissed me off, Barry. You’ve pissed my boys off and that, Barry Barrows is seriously BAD for your health.
Shaun: Thanks… I’ll be sure to put this up online. No doubt Barry will see it. We’re on very good terms with him.
Allton glares at Shaun at this last remark and The Family begin to stand as we fade out.
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Allton: Stellar work back there Tank. Stellar work. I don’t know what Zybala was thinking booking Barry against you but at least we’ll be able to show him the error of his ways. Now at the event…
: Excuse me, Lord Allton?!Lord Allton’s train of thought is broken as he looks up from his conversation, annoyed.
: I was wondering if I might get some words with you and your boys about the footage that has just surfaced.Vincenzo and Tank stand up and glare at Shaun menacingly but Allton waves at them to sit back down and as the ever loyal attack dogs that they are, they do.
Allton: The fuck are you?
Shaun: I’m Shaun. I’m a freelance journalist for a wrestling magazine and website. I’ve uh… had dealings with Dylan and Lissandra Thomas before -
Allton raises his hand for Shaun to quieten down.
Allton: Hold on one moment, please.
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Meanwhile, out in Hollywood…
Dylan and Lissandra are out in their conservatory with baby Lilly. Lissandra’s phone begins to ring.
Lissandra: Hello? Oh Rob, hi. What’s up?
Lissandra sips on her tea, listening.
Lissandra: Shaun? Journalist? Yeah, he checks out. He’s a bit of an annoying bastard but – Hold on, Dylan wants to have a word.
Dylan: Rob, Rob! Call him ‘Shaymus’. He fucking loves it. Later man.
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Back in the pub with Lord Allton.
Allton: OK… Shaymus… what do you want to know?
Shaun rolls his eyes a little but is still intimidated by The Family so soldiers on.
Shaun: I er…
Allton checks the time on his phone.
Allton: Time is money, Shaymus…
Shaun: So… why did you do what you did to Barry, back at Controlled Chaos?
Allton furrows his brow, annoyed.
Allton: I’ve already answered that question. Next.
Shaun: Uh… OK. So what plans for Dystopia 17, do you have for Barry Barrows?
This time, Allton smirks as the camera focuses on The Family.
Allton: As you saw from our footage, Tank is ready to do what he does best. DOMINATE that pesky, little, insignificant insect that is Barry Barrows. At Dystopia 17, there will be no mercy Barry. No. You will pay for destroying my favourite suit. That was my FAVOURITE suit. Tank is going to take his huge, boot and smush you underneath it. He’s going to push you into a corner of that ring and break a few ribs with the punches from his massive hands. And then… and ONLY then will he finally end you with his massive Terrell bomb. You’ve pissed me off, Barry. You’ve pissed my boys off and that, Barry Barrows is seriously BAD for your health.
Shaun: Thanks… I’ll be sure to put this up online. No doubt Barry will see it. We’re on very good terms with him.
Allton glares at Shaun at this last remark and The Family begin to stand as we fade out.
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Word Count: 521