Post by Lord Allton/PennyLord on Feb 10, 2021 17:30:44 GMT -6
We begin with Lord Allton staring into the mirror in his hotel room in Florida doing an inner monologue which through the miracle of a roleplay, we can hear… uh, read. (Whatever, just work with me here and suspend some belief for a while, eh?)
Lord Allton: Ever since my days at school, I had always hated Sunday. It was the day that I had to get homework done before Monday morning – after all, who got homework done the night they had it? It was always the day before Monday morning which meant school. And as a man who is not a football (soccer for my non UK friends) fan? When my Father took over the TV to watch the game where exactly did that leave me? Bored as hell, let me tell you that! I’ve always wanted a chance to get rid of Sunday once and for all… And now I have it…
Lord Allton’s mouth contorts into a sinister grin and again with the magic of RP’ing we are transported to the Macroverse where Pennywise lives.
Pennywise: Exceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeept, it’s not Lord Allton that is facing ‘Sunday’ at Dystopia 19, is it Rob?
And just like that we are back in Lord Allton’s hotel room but it’s no longer Lord Allton looking at us. It’s PennyLord!
PennyLord: As ever Penny, you speak the truth. No…. Unfortunately for Sunday, he’ll (she? It? (Pennywise: I’m IT! Sunday can’t be It!))
PennyLord shakes his head at such confusion. Even he’s tying himself into such a mental knot here.
PennyLord: Whatever. Unfortunately for Sunday, PennyLord has been awakened. And that means that Chaos is bound to ensue! Sunday, when I am done with you, there will be officially six days in the human week. Hehehehehehehehehe...YOU WILL COME AND PLAY WITH THE CLOWN! Sunday was beaten a while back by GCWA North American Champion Shawn Warstein. Sunday was beaten at the last Dystopia…...18 by Raging Dead. And Sunday will be OBLITERATED BY ME! PENNYLORD! YOU, SUNDAY ARE THE WEAKEST DAY OF THE WEEK! THE ONLY THING GOING FOR YOU IS ROAST BEEF IN ENGLAND ON A SUNDAY WHICH IS FUCKING DELICIOUS. Everything else? You are an abomination and I’m going to fully enjoy tearing you limb from limb at Dystopia 19!!!! You’ll Float, Sunday! You’ll Float and you’ll COME AND PLAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE
The screen fades and once again it’s Lord Allton staring into the mirror. Bill is there staring into the mirror with him.
Lord Allton: Do days of the week have limbs to tear away?
Bill: Wut? You’ve lost me…
Lord Allton sighs, shaking his head.
Lord Allton: Never mind. Get me a cuppa tea will you, Billy?
Bill nods into the mirror and walks away, leaving Allton to really think about what he was saying as PennyLord. Coming back full time as a wrestler (in Outsiders or babysitting the A-List in the GCWA) was beginning to take its toll on the Jesus Christ of Outsiders Wrestling. Maybe it’s time for a break.
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Word Count: 500 exactly.
Lord Allton: Ever since my days at school, I had always hated Sunday. It was the day that I had to get homework done before Monday morning – after all, who got homework done the night they had it? It was always the day before Monday morning which meant school. And as a man who is not a football (soccer for my non UK friends) fan? When my Father took over the TV to watch the game where exactly did that leave me? Bored as hell, let me tell you that! I’ve always wanted a chance to get rid of Sunday once and for all… And now I have it…
Lord Allton’s mouth contorts into a sinister grin and again with the magic of RP’ing we are transported to the Macroverse where Pennywise lives.
Pennywise: Exceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeept, it’s not Lord Allton that is facing ‘Sunday’ at Dystopia 19, is it Rob?
And just like that we are back in Lord Allton’s hotel room but it’s no longer Lord Allton looking at us. It’s PennyLord!
PennyLord: As ever Penny, you speak the truth. No…. Unfortunately for Sunday, he’ll (she? It? (Pennywise: I’m IT! Sunday can’t be It!))
PennyLord shakes his head at such confusion. Even he’s tying himself into such a mental knot here.
PennyLord: Whatever. Unfortunately for Sunday, PennyLord has been awakened. And that means that Chaos is bound to ensue! Sunday, when I am done with you, there will be officially six days in the human week. Hehehehehehehehehe...YOU WILL COME AND PLAY WITH THE CLOWN! Sunday was beaten a while back by GCWA North American Champion Shawn Warstein. Sunday was beaten at the last Dystopia…...18 by Raging Dead. And Sunday will be OBLITERATED BY ME! PENNYLORD! YOU, SUNDAY ARE THE WEAKEST DAY OF THE WEEK! THE ONLY THING GOING FOR YOU IS ROAST BEEF IN ENGLAND ON A SUNDAY WHICH IS FUCKING DELICIOUS. Everything else? You are an abomination and I’m going to fully enjoy tearing you limb from limb at Dystopia 19!!!! You’ll Float, Sunday! You’ll Float and you’ll COME AND PLAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE
The screen fades and once again it’s Lord Allton staring into the mirror. Bill is there staring into the mirror with him.
Lord Allton: Do days of the week have limbs to tear away?
Bill: Wut? You’ve lost me…
Lord Allton sighs, shaking his head.
Lord Allton: Never mind. Get me a cuppa tea will you, Billy?
Bill nods into the mirror and walks away, leaving Allton to really think about what he was saying as PennyLord. Coming back full time as a wrestler (in Outsiders or babysitting the A-List in the GCWA) was beginning to take its toll on the Jesus Christ of Outsiders Wrestling. Maybe it’s time for a break.
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Word Count: 500 exactly.