Post by Lord Allton/PennyLord on Apr 23, 2021 7:43:14 GMT -6
It’s 4am out in Sicily and Allton is still delivering L.A.G. punches to the man who attempted to burglarise the house of Mama Larossia. A big mistake, given who is staying with her right now.
Allton: Barry! You motherfucker! This is it! We’re done! Never again! Do you hear me?! BACK. OF. THE. FUCKING. LINE!!
Vincenzo: Boss!
Dylan: Rob, stop!
Frankie: Roberto, he’s finito!
Dave: Lord Allton!!
The screams of Barry from Allton carry on making sure that everyone’s pleas fall on deaf ears. It’s not until Allton feels a hand on his shoulder that he finally stops completely. It’s Lissandra who has been woken up by the commotion by Lord Allton.
Lissandra: I… I think he’s done!
The man crumples to the floor, amazingly still alive but unconscious. Allton looks down at the man, merely putting his brass knuckles into the bag on his chair arm and wheels away, not speaking. The rest of the A-List/Family stand there absolutely stunned.
=-----=-----=-----=
The Family have decided to take a nearby drive into the hills around Mama Larossia’s home. It’s nearing lunch time so of course, Mama Larossia has sent them off with some lunches for the afternoon. Supposedly Dylan, Lissandra, Dave and Frankie have taken the man to the nearest hospital for medical care. Out in the hills, Vincenzo is showing Tank, Bill and Lord Allton around.
Vincenzo: This is where me and Frankie used to come and play as kids. We’d spend hours up here just admiring the view and playing soccer…
Allton: Soccer?
Vincenzo smiles.
Vincenzo: Yup. I wasn’t always this ass kicking machine that you see before you, Roberto.
Bill: Well, it certainly is beautiful…
Allton: Speaking of ‘ass kicking machines’….
Tank and Vincenzo both nod, knowing exactly where this is heading as Bill sets up the camera that Lord Allton made him bring with them. Bill stays behind the camera with Lord Allton staring into the camera with his arms folded. He’s motionless. Tank and Vincenzo stand behind him with their arms both folded. Vincenzo has a coy smirk. Minutes go by before Allton finally speaks.
Allton: You know, I am getting a sense of Deja Vu right now. First I beat down Barry at Outsiders’ next PPV Double X for the seventy eighth hundredth time and then my boys…
Allton nods behind him in the direction of Tank and Vincenzo.
Allton: Once again beat down the Malvado brothers. But to make it somewhat interesting, they now have S.E.X. and Wrath of the Storm thrown into the mix as well.
Vincenzo steps forward putting a hand on Allton’s shoulder.
Vincenzo: Not that it matters, does it big guy?
Vincenzo looks over his shoulder back at Tank who shakes his head slowly. Allton wheels himself backwards, next to Tank as Vincenzo continues.
Vincenzo: Malvado brothers, this match is a long time coming ain’t it? You’ve been a thorn in the side of the Boss for months now. At Double X….when we leave you on the verge of death, crumpled in a heap of meat on the grass of the yard and we take your tag titles away, we’ll show you what it means to fucking defend those tag titles! And S.E.X.! Ohoho! S.E.X.! We owe you this beating for coming up to eight months! Helmet…. You know back in War Games you were out of your league and the ONLY reason that you won was thanks to your freak of a girlfriend that you call a tag team partner! Oh yeah, Allton’s right in that Sports Entertainment Xtreme are involved in our TLC match, but let’s face it…. It isn’t Spacey or Terry Marshall is it?
Vincenzo smirks.
Vincenzo: If I were you Helmet and Bug Chick, I’d stay away from us and out of the match completely because Bug Chick? After what you did to Mrs T back at Heatwave, you’re getting squished first of all!
Tank nods while Lord Allton smiles away. Tank scribbles something down on some paper and shoves it up to the camera. It just reads ‘FUCK WRATH OF THE STORM!’ Allton and Vincenzo read the note and begin to laugh. Vincenzo and Tank fist bump while Allton rolls forward one more time.
Allton: So there we have it. If you’re a betting man or woman and you’re watching this, the only logical thing to do is to bet on me and my boys coming out on top at Double X. Because we can promise you, that is exactly what is going to happen.
Allton tells Bill to cut the camera as the Family sits around enjoying the view, eating the lunch that Mama Larossia had prepared for them.
=-----=-----=-----=
It’s the next morning now and the A-List Family all have a plane to catch pretty soon back to the States. Everyone says their goodbyes to Mama Larossia.
Allton: Mrs. Larossia…it’s been lovely to see you again.
Mama Larossia: Si…Si...You come back soon, Si? And look after my sons.
Allton: Of course.
Allton and Mama Larossia kiss cheeks and Allton then climbs into his car while Vincenzo and Big Frankie say goodbye to their mother. However the sound of Police sirens break up the goodbye as Police Cars pull up into the driveway of Mama Larossia.
Policeman: FERMATA! Mr Culliford! Esci dalla macchina! Ora! (Stop! Mr. Culliford! Get out of the car! Now!)
Allton doesn’t speak Italian sadly, but even he understands this. Allton rolls his eyes.
Allton: Fuck!
The screen fades to black.
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Allton: Barry! You motherfucker! This is it! We’re done! Never again! Do you hear me?! BACK. OF. THE. FUCKING. LINE!!
Vincenzo: Boss!
Dylan: Rob, stop!
Frankie: Roberto, he’s finito!
Dave: Lord Allton!!
The screams of Barry from Allton carry on making sure that everyone’s pleas fall on deaf ears. It’s not until Allton feels a hand on his shoulder that he finally stops completely. It’s Lissandra who has been woken up by the commotion by Lord Allton.
Lissandra: I… I think he’s done!
The man crumples to the floor, amazingly still alive but unconscious. Allton looks down at the man, merely putting his brass knuckles into the bag on his chair arm and wheels away, not speaking. The rest of the A-List/Family stand there absolutely stunned.
=-----=-----=-----=
The Family have decided to take a nearby drive into the hills around Mama Larossia’s home. It’s nearing lunch time so of course, Mama Larossia has sent them off with some lunches for the afternoon. Supposedly Dylan, Lissandra, Dave and Frankie have taken the man to the nearest hospital for medical care. Out in the hills, Vincenzo is showing Tank, Bill and Lord Allton around.
Vincenzo: This is where me and Frankie used to come and play as kids. We’d spend hours up here just admiring the view and playing soccer…
Allton: Soccer?
Vincenzo smiles.
Vincenzo: Yup. I wasn’t always this ass kicking machine that you see before you, Roberto.
Bill: Well, it certainly is beautiful…
Allton: Speaking of ‘ass kicking machines’….
Tank and Vincenzo both nod, knowing exactly where this is heading as Bill sets up the camera that Lord Allton made him bring with them. Bill stays behind the camera with Lord Allton staring into the camera with his arms folded. He’s motionless. Tank and Vincenzo stand behind him with their arms both folded. Vincenzo has a coy smirk. Minutes go by before Allton finally speaks.
Allton: You know, I am getting a sense of Deja Vu right now. First I beat down Barry at Outsiders’ next PPV Double X for the seventy eighth hundredth time and then my boys…
Allton nods behind him in the direction of Tank and Vincenzo.
Allton: Once again beat down the Malvado brothers. But to make it somewhat interesting, they now have S.E.X. and Wrath of the Storm thrown into the mix as well.
Vincenzo steps forward putting a hand on Allton’s shoulder.
Vincenzo: Not that it matters, does it big guy?
Vincenzo looks over his shoulder back at Tank who shakes his head slowly. Allton wheels himself backwards, next to Tank as Vincenzo continues.
Vincenzo: Malvado brothers, this match is a long time coming ain’t it? You’ve been a thorn in the side of the Boss for months now. At Double X….when we leave you on the verge of death, crumpled in a heap of meat on the grass of the yard and we take your tag titles away, we’ll show you what it means to fucking defend those tag titles! And S.E.X.! Ohoho! S.E.X.! We owe you this beating for coming up to eight months! Helmet…. You know back in War Games you were out of your league and the ONLY reason that you won was thanks to your freak of a girlfriend that you call a tag team partner! Oh yeah, Allton’s right in that Sports Entertainment Xtreme are involved in our TLC match, but let’s face it…. It isn’t Spacey or Terry Marshall is it?
Vincenzo smirks.
Vincenzo: If I were you Helmet and Bug Chick, I’d stay away from us and out of the match completely because Bug Chick? After what you did to Mrs T back at Heatwave, you’re getting squished first of all!
Tank nods while Lord Allton smiles away. Tank scribbles something down on some paper and shoves it up to the camera. It just reads ‘FUCK WRATH OF THE STORM!’ Allton and Vincenzo read the note and begin to laugh. Vincenzo and Tank fist bump while Allton rolls forward one more time.
Allton: So there we have it. If you’re a betting man or woman and you’re watching this, the only logical thing to do is to bet on me and my boys coming out on top at Double X. Because we can promise you, that is exactly what is going to happen.
Allton tells Bill to cut the camera as the Family sits around enjoying the view, eating the lunch that Mama Larossia had prepared for them.
=-----=-----=-----=
It’s the next morning now and the A-List Family all have a plane to catch pretty soon back to the States. Everyone says their goodbyes to Mama Larossia.
Allton: Mrs. Larossia…it’s been lovely to see you again.
Mama Larossia: Si…Si...You come back soon, Si? And look after my sons.
Allton: Of course.
Allton and Mama Larossia kiss cheeks and Allton then climbs into his car while Vincenzo and Big Frankie say goodbye to their mother. However the sound of Police sirens break up the goodbye as Police Cars pull up into the driveway of Mama Larossia.
Policeman: FERMATA! Mr Culliford! Esci dalla macchina! Ora! (Stop! Mr. Culliford! Get out of the car! Now!)
Allton doesn’t speak Italian sadly, but even he understands this. Allton rolls his eyes.
Allton: Fuck!
The screen fades to black.
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Word Count: 918
We call it football, sure. Thanks for the correction for other places. 
