Post by Lord Allton/PennyLord on Feb 17, 2021 9:58:42 GMT -6
As Lord Allton gets ready for his match against the STUPIDEST day of the week at Dystopia 19, there is also the fact that he had asked Zybala for his boys – The Family – to have a match against the Malvado brothers. Still in his manual chair, Allton and Bill have brought the electric wheelchair (still with no wheels) to the mobility section of a nearby hospital. The wheelchair mechanic looks confused.
Mechanic: So… where are the wheels for your chair?
Allton: Stolen.
The mechanic starts to chuckle thinking that Allton is joking. Allton looks less than impressed.
Allton: Is something funny?
Mechanic: Oh. You’re not kidding?
Allton: Can you see the fucking wheels? No, you can’t. I was attacked, left unconscious and the wheels for the chair were stolen by some Mexican assholes.
Bill: Um… El Salvador.
Allton looks at Bill confused.
Allton: What?
Bill: The Malvados. They’re from El Salvador. Not Mexico.
Allton waves at Bill dismissively.
Allton: Whatever. Look the point is… Can you fix my chair or not?
Mechanic: Well… yes but without the old wheels, it’s gonna cost you. Why didn’t you go to the police?
Allton: I wrestle. They wrestle. I prefer to keep things in house. What do you mean it’s gonna cost me?
Mechanic: Look bud. This isn’t merry old England, OK? The US doesn’t have your…. NHS service where you can just get stuff *He clicks his fingers* like that.
Lord Allton sighs.
Allton: How much?
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Meanwhile Vincenzo, Frankie and Tank are enjoying some downtime at a local tennis court. It’s Frankie vs Vincenzo – brother vs brother with Tank playing umpire.
Vincenzo: OH COME ON! That was in!!
Frankie: It was out!! Tank, you agree right?
Before Tank can nod his head or shake it, Vincenzo’s phone begins to ring. It’s Lord Allton.
Vincenzo: Sup Boss? TANK! It’s the Boss! Yeah, go on. No, don’t worry Boss. We’re gonna destroy those Malvado scumbags and get the wheels for your chair back. Don’t worry – we got this. Yeah, Tank’s gonna double chokeslam the little bastards and I’m gonna kick them in the head and give them the LF DDT! It’s gonna be easy. No problem. What? Where are we? Playing tennis with Frankie. You want us down the hospital? Sure. Half hour? Alright. I mean I was just about to beat Frankie anyway.
Vincenzo smirks and Frankie and Tank shake their heads.
Vincenzo: Yeah. We’ll be there soon.
The Larossia Brothers climb into Frankie’s car and head towards the hospital while Vincenzo pulls out his phone.
Vincenzo: Malvado assholes… this coming Dystopia the Family are going to end you once and for fucking all for everything that you put the Boss through. For trying to kidnap Lissandra. At Dystopia 19, me and the Big guy…
Vincenzo pans the phone camera onto Tank who stares menacingly into the camera.
Vincenzo: … Well, you’re gonna be lucky if you can walk after what we do, let alone have a career after this. And soon enough? Soon enough those tag titles are coming to someone that deserves them. It’s either a chokeslam, a powerbomb or a fucking boot to the head. Either way… We’re taking the belts and those fucking wheels that you stole!
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Mechanic: So… where are the wheels for your chair?
Allton: Stolen.
The mechanic starts to chuckle thinking that Allton is joking. Allton looks less than impressed.
Allton: Is something funny?
Mechanic: Oh. You’re not kidding?
Allton: Can you see the fucking wheels? No, you can’t. I was attacked, left unconscious and the wheels for the chair were stolen by some Mexican assholes.
Bill: Um… El Salvador.
Allton looks at Bill confused.
Allton: What?
Bill: The Malvados. They’re from El Salvador. Not Mexico.
Allton waves at Bill dismissively.
Allton: Whatever. Look the point is… Can you fix my chair or not?
Mechanic: Well… yes but without the old wheels, it’s gonna cost you. Why didn’t you go to the police?
Allton: I wrestle. They wrestle. I prefer to keep things in house. What do you mean it’s gonna cost me?
Mechanic: Look bud. This isn’t merry old England, OK? The US doesn’t have your…. NHS service where you can just get stuff *He clicks his fingers* like that.
Lord Allton sighs.
Allton: How much?
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Meanwhile Vincenzo, Frankie and Tank are enjoying some downtime at a local tennis court. It’s Frankie vs Vincenzo – brother vs brother with Tank playing umpire.
Vincenzo: OH COME ON! That was in!!
Frankie: It was out!! Tank, you agree right?
Before Tank can nod his head or shake it, Vincenzo’s phone begins to ring. It’s Lord Allton.
Vincenzo: Sup Boss? TANK! It’s the Boss! Yeah, go on. No, don’t worry Boss. We’re gonna destroy those Malvado scumbags and get the wheels for your chair back. Don’t worry – we got this. Yeah, Tank’s gonna double chokeslam the little bastards and I’m gonna kick them in the head and give them the LF DDT! It’s gonna be easy. No problem. What? Where are we? Playing tennis with Frankie. You want us down the hospital? Sure. Half hour? Alright. I mean I was just about to beat Frankie anyway.
Vincenzo smirks and Frankie and Tank shake their heads.
Vincenzo: Yeah. We’ll be there soon.
The Larossia Brothers climb into Frankie’s car and head towards the hospital while Vincenzo pulls out his phone.
Vincenzo: Malvado assholes… this coming Dystopia the Family are going to end you once and for fucking all for everything that you put the Boss through. For trying to kidnap Lissandra. At Dystopia 19, me and the Big guy…
Vincenzo pans the phone camera onto Tank who stares menacingly into the camera.
Vincenzo: … Well, you’re gonna be lucky if you can walk after what we do, let alone have a career after this. And soon enough? Soon enough those tag titles are coming to someone that deserves them. It’s either a chokeslam, a powerbomb or a fucking boot to the head. Either way… We’re taking the belts and those fucking wheels that you stole!
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Word Count: 542