Post by Lord Allton/PennyLord on Nov 15, 2019 5:08:52 GMT -6
So it turns out that Lord Allton is the new X-Factor Champion just because he saw it lying there on a table in Emilio’s house and he just took it. Lord Allton is sat in his Miami hotel room and as usual, Allton has a sour look on his face. Bill, Allton’s support worker comes into the room where Allton is sat looking in the mirror situated nearby.
Bill: There’s our champion!
Lord Allton merely looks at Bill with eyes of steel.
Bill: Oh come on, Rob -
Allton: Don’t use my real first name!
Bill: But it’s just us two here!
Allton: I SAID don’t use my name, Billy.
Bill: Fine. But I thought you would be happy.
Allton: I wasn’t supposed to win like that Bill. I wanted to hurt Skittlez – maim him! And I would have done too! He’s obviously scared of clowns.
Allton smirks at Bill and begins to pace up and down.
Allton: And now… Zyballs wants me to fucking referee a title match between Uber-Man and GCWA’s Duce Jones?! Number one, why is Duce Jones entering onto MY show and two, why the hell are we having a SINGLES match for the TAG titles?!
Bill obviously has no answers – not that Allton expected him to have any, anyway.
Allton: Is this what Outsiders has turned into? A fucking joke?!
Allton shakes his head and begins to drink his tea that Bill had made earlier attempting to calm down. He gulps down a few mouthfuls before asking Bill to get his video camera.
Bill: But you’re not on the show in a match this week.
Allton: Thank-you Billy. You’re obviously the new Sherlock Holmes – I don’t think I could have worked that one out for myself.
Bill shakes his head and loads up the camera getting ready to film Allton. He aims the camera at Allton who sits there motionless for a number of minutes. Before eventually…
Allton: Zybala… I’m not sure exactly why you’re treating me, your X-Factor Champion, like a damn joke, but that stops now. I will referee your little main event at Dystopia 11 – although I will be making the three count on the arm of my chair, don’t expect me to get on the floor for it! - But I want something in return. What do I want, you ask? Why it’s very simple. A world title shot! You know I’m the best damn wrestler in Outsiders but for some reason you won’t pull the trigger. Duce Jones – welcome to Outsiders, what our own esteemed ‘leader’ calls the slums of pro-wrestling. I however am trying to bring respectability to Outsiders. Be sure I will officiate right...down the middle. On my honour.
Allton smirks.
Allton: And Uber-Man, what else is there to say? For ages now you have been ducking me and ducking me and fucking ducking me! But at Dystopia 11, you’ll be doing what I bloody say or I’ll just award the match to Jones. Bear that in mind!
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Bill: There’s our champion!
Lord Allton merely looks at Bill with eyes of steel.
Bill: Oh come on, Rob -
Allton: Don’t use my real first name!
Bill: But it’s just us two here!
Allton: I SAID don’t use my name, Billy.
Bill: Fine. But I thought you would be happy.
Allton: I wasn’t supposed to win like that Bill. I wanted to hurt Skittlez – maim him! And I would have done too! He’s obviously scared of clowns.
Allton smirks at Bill and begins to pace up and down.
Allton: And now… Zyballs wants me to fucking referee a title match between Uber-Man and GCWA’s Duce Jones?! Number one, why is Duce Jones entering onto MY show and two, why the hell are we having a SINGLES match for the TAG titles?!
Bill obviously has no answers – not that Allton expected him to have any, anyway.
Allton: Is this what Outsiders has turned into? A fucking joke?!
Allton shakes his head and begins to drink his tea that Bill had made earlier attempting to calm down. He gulps down a few mouthfuls before asking Bill to get his video camera.
Bill: But you’re not on the show in a match this week.
Allton: Thank-you Billy. You’re obviously the new Sherlock Holmes – I don’t think I could have worked that one out for myself.
Bill shakes his head and loads up the camera getting ready to film Allton. He aims the camera at Allton who sits there motionless for a number of minutes. Before eventually…
Allton: Zybala… I’m not sure exactly why you’re treating me, your X-Factor Champion, like a damn joke, but that stops now. I will referee your little main event at Dystopia 11 – although I will be making the three count on the arm of my chair, don’t expect me to get on the floor for it! - But I want something in return. What do I want, you ask? Why it’s very simple. A world title shot! You know I’m the best damn wrestler in Outsiders but for some reason you won’t pull the trigger. Duce Jones – welcome to Outsiders, what our own esteemed ‘leader’ calls the slums of pro-wrestling. I however am trying to bring respectability to Outsiders. Be sure I will officiate right...down the middle. On my honour.
Allton smirks.
Allton: And Uber-Man, what else is there to say? For ages now you have been ducking me and ducking me and fucking ducking me! But at Dystopia 11, you’ll be doing what I bloody say or I’ll just award the match to Jones. Bear that in mind!
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Word Count 500