Post by Lord Allton on Jan 13, 2024 13:51:47 GMT -5
During the Christmas (and Allton’s birthday) period our Man of the Hour, Lord Allton decided to return home to England in order to catch up with the friends and family that he unfortunately does not have the luxury of seeing on a daily basis anymore. As Bill turns into the street where his Mother and Father live, Allton is talking into his phone on a video call.
Allton: It’s really quite amusing, you know, Roxxie.
Roxxie: What is?
Allton: Seeing the old haunt again, where I grew up. I’m just sorry that you couldn’t be here with me.
Roxxie: I know. I’m sorry, I’ve got the flu I think.
Roxxie blows her nose that looks to be as red as Rudolph’s and Allton patiently waits for her to finish with a smile.
Allton: Roxxie, you don’t need to apologise. Just get some rest. I’ll talk to you later… I love you.
Roxxie: Love you.
With that, Roxxie hangs up and Allton puts his phone away looking around his old street with some nostalgia as he gets out of his car. As he makes his way to his parents’ house, he suddenly hears an ‘OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHMYGOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!’ His youngest niece, who lives next door to his parents has looked out of her bedroom window, it would seem. The next thing Allton knows, his sister’s front door flies open and Allton’s niece grips him tightly in a hug around his neck.
Allton: Oof. You’ve been working on your headlocks, I see. Are nan and Grandad home?
Allton’s niece: Yeah, I think so.
As Bill shuts and locks the car, Allton and his niece head into Allton’s parents’ house with Bill following not far behind, as the screen fades out.
When the screen fades back in, we join Allton backstage in a large hall, surrounded by school children in the audience chairs. Allton hates speeches but has agreed to do this, for his niece. A teacher walks up to the podium and Allton waits patiently.
Teacher: Welcome everyone to today’s special assembly, from OCW…….Lord Allton!
Devil Inside Me starts to play and Allton makes his way towards the podium as he looks out at the cheering audience, acknowledging them with a small wave.
Allton: Good afternoon everyone… now who out there is a wrestling fan?
Confused, the audience at first remains quiet. Allton lets out a scoff at his own comedy.
Allton: I would hope that all of you out there are, because let’s face it, you wouldn’t be here otherwise…would you? Now, you have my niece to thank for this special Q&A session today. You all know her…so without further ado shall we get on with the Q&A session?
The special assembly and Q&A session goes on with Lord Allton happily answering questions from kids in his niece’s school until…….
: Yeah, I’ve got a question!
Allton: Yes, you in the back…?
The person in the back of the room scoffs and makes their way forward, towards the stage - eyes locked on Allton for the entire time. Everyone turns and their eyes follow the person down the aisle. The voice of the person is male.
: Why are you a crippled piece of shit?
Everyone gasps and is shocked at this outburst. Teachers around who don’t recognise the voice begin to send for security but Allton, narrowing his eyes, raises a hand to briefly stop them.
Allton: I’m sorry?
: Oh. Now he says he’s sorry…
The man steps into the spotlight, and climbs up onto the stage and looks Allton in the eye. Allton does not recognise the man, but the man obviously knows Allton.
: The fact that you of all people have become a wrestler is absolutely shit! And the fact that you’re narrowing your eyes at me tells me that you want to beat the shit out of me, but you know what? You’re going to do shit. You’re gonna do nothing at all. Why? Because you’re nothing more than a fucking cripple. People like you, should be nowhere near the wrestling business. Hell, people like you should be killed at birth -
Allton: OK! THAT’S ENOUGH!
Allton throws the podium out of the way and with the help of his metal leg braces, he stands up and eyes the guy like a hawk. The man looks on in fear as an obviously disabled man is standing up.
Allton: I don’t know what your problem is with me, my friend but if you have something to say to me then by all means you go on and say it to me. But do the right thing and do it out of the prying eyes of school kids.
Allton’s niece: No Uncle Rob, we know you can kick his butt. We want to watch you do it!
The man looks to be pissing his trousers now and Allton steps towards the man. The man begins to back away from Allton when suddenly a voice comes from behind the stage curtain.
: Hey fuckwit. I don’t think so!
The crowd lets out a cheer as they recognise the voice. It is the voice of Vincenzo Larossia! Out from behind the curtain steps the Larossia brothers and Tank. The kids in the crowd let out a massive cheer and the man turns around to see the three giant men staring at him. It is at this point that Frankie grabs hold of the man, and drags him off stage. Tank and Vincenzo then fist bump their former boss and Allton asks how they knew where he was. Tank points to Allton’s niece who beams a smile. Allton looks over at his niece and smiles back.
Allton: You know there was a time when you were scared of Tank and Vinnie.
Allton’s niece: What? No there wasn’t.
Vincenzo: There definitely was, kiddo. It was out in Florida a few years ago. You’ve done some growin’ since we saw you last.
Allton: Anyway, I’ll deal with that man later. For now, who wants some autographs?
Everybody cheers and the screen fades out and then fades back in on a serious looking Lord Allton. He looks into the camera with no hint of joy on that dashing face of his. Here he is all business. He is not management Allton here, nor is he even wrestler Allton. He’s simply a man set on winning - and winning at any cost.
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Allton: So… the piggy bank match. There are other people other than myself of course who have entered this match and a zombie… But so far from what I can tell, the only man thus far who has anything to say about said match is Donnie Harris. A zombie is no longer among the living and thus is no longer a ‘man’. Donnie Harris - The prodigy of the wrestling world that I fought tooth and nail to get into OCW when Zybala and I took it over. I unfortunately was unable to secure pen to paper back then. And as management, I bear Mr. Harris no ill will for wrestling for Outcast Wrestling. He did what he thought was best for his career. Mr. Harris may have been on a downward spiral a while back - but to look at him now… one would never know. He has skyrocketed under the Outcast and PWA banner. And he will no doubt continue to skyrocket. But not at my expense, Mr. Harris.
As management, I bear no ill will towards you, Donald. But as a wrestler… As a wrestler, it is very different. Since you are also scheduled to compete in the Outsiders’ piggy bank match… then we are rivals Mr. Harris.
As a wrestler I will do everything within my power to win the piggy bank match and earn my shot back at Peter Vaughn. To win back my title. And let us be frank, Vaughn…it is MY title. Oh yes, you may have won back the Outsiders title Vaughn and I may have come just short of beating your record, but it is Lord Allton that made that title that you hold so dear to your chest at night have any kind of relevancy!
It is Lord Allton that helped shape Outsiders into something more credible than circus freaks and Pokémon trainers. Yes, Outsiders always had a cult following, but it is thanks to me, that it now has a mainstream following when you, Mr. Vaughn were running away having a bitch fit… so when all is said and done and I’m holding that piggy bank aloft - you better bet I’m coming for my title. And this time Vaughn things will be very different between us.
But I digress: Back to the matter at hand. Back to the piggy bank match itself… For everyone involved in the piggy bank match: Lord Allton is not coming to sign any contracts. If I am going to be carrying a pen for that evening, know that I will be jamming that pen into someone’s gut that night.
Lord Allton is not management that night. That night, Lord Allton is a wrestler and Lord Allton is coming to fight! Lord Allton is coming to fight and Lord Allton is coming to win!
So, Mr. Harris…Synn…..Mr. Braddock, Axis, and for some weird reason a zombie? OK. Only in Outsiders I hope you’re ready. Because this Loose Change in the Pocket Match is mine and mine alone to win.
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When the screen fades out on Allton’s face, we next fade into a busy hospital setting. The camera pans around to see doctors and nurses running around amok. From another room off to the side we hear a nurse screaming.
Nurse: He’s failing, doctor!
Doctor: Not on my watch, he’s not! CLEAR!
The camera pans down to get a good view of the patient in the hospital bed. We are surprised (or maybe not so surprised) to see that it is the old guy who called Lord Allton ‘cripple’. The doctors continue to try and save the man’s life before the screen fades out again.
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When the screen fades back in, we see Lord Allton sitting in his parents’ house with the Larossia brothers and Tank. Everything is going well when Allton’s Father looks over at him.
Allton’s Dad: So, Robert, how did you sleep?
Allton: With my eyes closed.
Allton’s Dad and Allton share a chuckle before Allton continues.
Allton: No, but seriously… I swear that bed is going to kill me off one day.
Allton’s Dad is about to say something when he notices a headline on the newspaper he’s reading.
‘MAN IN HOSPITAL AFTER SEVERE BEATING IN THE MIDLANDS’.
Allton’s Dad: Oh, dear.
Allton however shrugs at the headline.
Allton: That’s this town for you.
Allton then notices the photograph of the man.
Allton: Hey wait… that’s the man from yesterday. Boys, did you have something to do with this?
Vincenzo: Us, boss? No. We don’t fight random members of the public. You know that.
Frankie: Si, Roberto… I simply removed him from the building yesterday. Nothing more.
Allton: Huh. Oh well. Better send him some flowers.
The screen fades out.
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We fade in again into the room of the man in hospital. As he eats some breakfast, he notices a bouquet of flowers on his bedside with a note inside. The note reads as follows:
‘Call Lord Allton a cripple again and you won’t just be sent to the hospital. Get well soon. Or Don’t. I don’t really care if you heal again or not. But I’ll be watching you. When he goes back to the States for his wrestling match, I’ll still be here. Just remember that the next time you run your mouth…’
The man spits out his mouthful of food before shoving the note back into the bouquet and then hurling the bouquet across the floor with a look of genuine fear on his face. The scene then fades out and back into Lord Allton and the boys in a flower shop, ordering flowers before fading to black, completely.
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Word Count: 2000 exactly.
Allton: It’s really quite amusing, you know, Roxxie.
Roxxie: What is?
Allton: Seeing the old haunt again, where I grew up. I’m just sorry that you couldn’t be here with me.
Roxxie: I know. I’m sorry, I’ve got the flu I think.
Roxxie blows her nose that looks to be as red as Rudolph’s and Allton patiently waits for her to finish with a smile.
Allton: Roxxie, you don’t need to apologise. Just get some rest. I’ll talk to you later… I love you.
Roxxie: Love you.
With that, Roxxie hangs up and Allton puts his phone away looking around his old street with some nostalgia as he gets out of his car. As he makes his way to his parents’ house, he suddenly hears an ‘OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHMYGOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!’ His youngest niece, who lives next door to his parents has looked out of her bedroom window, it would seem. The next thing Allton knows, his sister’s front door flies open and Allton’s niece grips him tightly in a hug around his neck.
Allton: Oof. You’ve been working on your headlocks, I see. Are nan and Grandad home?
Allton’s niece: Yeah, I think so.
As Bill shuts and locks the car, Allton and his niece head into Allton’s parents’ house with Bill following not far behind, as the screen fades out.
When the screen fades back in, we join Allton backstage in a large hall, surrounded by school children in the audience chairs. Allton hates speeches but has agreed to do this, for his niece. A teacher walks up to the podium and Allton waits patiently.
Teacher: Welcome everyone to today’s special assembly, from OCW…….Lord Allton!
Devil Inside Me starts to play and Allton makes his way towards the podium as he looks out at the cheering audience, acknowledging them with a small wave.
Allton: Good afternoon everyone… now who out there is a wrestling fan?
Confused, the audience at first remains quiet. Allton lets out a scoff at his own comedy.
Allton: I would hope that all of you out there are, because let’s face it, you wouldn’t be here otherwise…would you? Now, you have my niece to thank for this special Q&A session today. You all know her…so without further ado shall we get on with the Q&A session?
The special assembly and Q&A session goes on with Lord Allton happily answering questions from kids in his niece’s school until…….
: Yeah, I’ve got a question!Allton: Yes, you in the back…?
The person in the back of the room scoffs and makes their way forward, towards the stage - eyes locked on Allton for the entire time. Everyone turns and their eyes follow the person down the aisle. The voice of the person is male.
: Why are you a crippled piece of shit?Everyone gasps and is shocked at this outburst. Teachers around who don’t recognise the voice begin to send for security but Allton, narrowing his eyes, raises a hand to briefly stop them.
Allton: I’m sorry?
: Oh. Now he says he’s sorry…The man steps into the spotlight, and climbs up onto the stage and looks Allton in the eye. Allton does not recognise the man, but the man obviously knows Allton.
: The fact that you of all people have become a wrestler is absolutely shit! And the fact that you’re narrowing your eyes at me tells me that you want to beat the shit out of me, but you know what? You’re going to do shit. You’re gonna do nothing at all. Why? Because you’re nothing more than a fucking cripple. People like you, should be nowhere near the wrestling business. Hell, people like you should be killed at birth -Allton: OK! THAT’S ENOUGH!
Allton throws the podium out of the way and with the help of his metal leg braces, he stands up and eyes the guy like a hawk. The man looks on in fear as an obviously disabled man is standing up.
Allton: I don’t know what your problem is with me, my friend but if you have something to say to me then by all means you go on and say it to me. But do the right thing and do it out of the prying eyes of school kids.
Allton’s niece: No Uncle Rob, we know you can kick his butt. We want to watch you do it!
The man looks to be pissing his trousers now and Allton steps towards the man. The man begins to back away from Allton when suddenly a voice comes from behind the stage curtain.
: Hey fuckwit. I don’t think so!The crowd lets out a cheer as they recognise the voice. It is the voice of Vincenzo Larossia! Out from behind the curtain steps the Larossia brothers and Tank. The kids in the crowd let out a massive cheer and the man turns around to see the three giant men staring at him. It is at this point that Frankie grabs hold of the man, and drags him off stage. Tank and Vincenzo then fist bump their former boss and Allton asks how they knew where he was. Tank points to Allton’s niece who beams a smile. Allton looks over at his niece and smiles back.
Allton: You know there was a time when you were scared of Tank and Vinnie.
Allton’s niece: What? No there wasn’t.
Vincenzo: There definitely was, kiddo. It was out in Florida a few years ago. You’ve done some growin’ since we saw you last.
Allton: Anyway, I’ll deal with that man later. For now, who wants some autographs?
Everybody cheers and the screen fades out and then fades back in on a serious looking Lord Allton. He looks into the camera with no hint of joy on that dashing face of his. Here he is all business. He is not management Allton here, nor is he even wrestler Allton. He’s simply a man set on winning - and winning at any cost.
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Allton: So… the piggy bank match. There are other people other than myself of course who have entered this match and a zombie… But so far from what I can tell, the only man thus far who has anything to say about said match is Donnie Harris. A zombie is no longer among the living and thus is no longer a ‘man’. Donnie Harris - The prodigy of the wrestling world that I fought tooth and nail to get into OCW when Zybala and I took it over. I unfortunately was unable to secure pen to paper back then. And as management, I bear Mr. Harris no ill will for wrestling for Outcast Wrestling. He did what he thought was best for his career. Mr. Harris may have been on a downward spiral a while back - but to look at him now… one would never know. He has skyrocketed under the Outcast and PWA banner. And he will no doubt continue to skyrocket. But not at my expense, Mr. Harris.
As management, I bear no ill will towards you, Donald. But as a wrestler… As a wrestler, it is very different. Since you are also scheduled to compete in the Outsiders’ piggy bank match… then we are rivals Mr. Harris.
As a wrestler I will do everything within my power to win the piggy bank match and earn my shot back at Peter Vaughn. To win back my title. And let us be frank, Vaughn…it is MY title. Oh yes, you may have won back the Outsiders title Vaughn and I may have come just short of beating your record, but it is Lord Allton that made that title that you hold so dear to your chest at night have any kind of relevancy!
It is Lord Allton that helped shape Outsiders into something more credible than circus freaks and Pokémon trainers. Yes, Outsiders always had a cult following, but it is thanks to me, that it now has a mainstream following when you, Mr. Vaughn were running away having a bitch fit… so when all is said and done and I’m holding that piggy bank aloft - you better bet I’m coming for my title. And this time Vaughn things will be very different between us.
But I digress: Back to the matter at hand. Back to the piggy bank match itself… For everyone involved in the piggy bank match: Lord Allton is not coming to sign any contracts. If I am going to be carrying a pen for that evening, know that I will be jamming that pen into someone’s gut that night.
Lord Allton is not management that night. That night, Lord Allton is a wrestler and Lord Allton is coming to fight! Lord Allton is coming to fight and Lord Allton is coming to win!
So, Mr. Harris…Synn…..Mr. Braddock, Axis, and for some weird reason a zombie? OK. Only in Outsiders I hope you’re ready. Because this Loose Change in the Pocket Match is mine and mine alone to win.
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When the screen fades out on Allton’s face, we next fade into a busy hospital setting. The camera pans around to see doctors and nurses running around amok. From another room off to the side we hear a nurse screaming.
Nurse: He’s failing, doctor!
Doctor: Not on my watch, he’s not! CLEAR!
The camera pans down to get a good view of the patient in the hospital bed. We are surprised (or maybe not so surprised) to see that it is the old guy who called Lord Allton ‘cripple’. The doctors continue to try and save the man’s life before the screen fades out again.
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When the screen fades back in, we see Lord Allton sitting in his parents’ house with the Larossia brothers and Tank. Everything is going well when Allton’s Father looks over at him.
Allton’s Dad: So, Robert, how did you sleep?
Allton: With my eyes closed.
Allton’s Dad and Allton share a chuckle before Allton continues.
Allton: No, but seriously… I swear that bed is going to kill me off one day.
Allton’s Dad is about to say something when he notices a headline on the newspaper he’s reading.
‘MAN IN HOSPITAL AFTER SEVERE BEATING IN THE MIDLANDS’.
Allton’s Dad: Oh, dear.
Allton however shrugs at the headline.
Allton: That’s this town for you.
Allton then notices the photograph of the man.
Allton: Hey wait… that’s the man from yesterday. Boys, did you have something to do with this?
Vincenzo: Us, boss? No. We don’t fight random members of the public. You know that.
Frankie: Si, Roberto… I simply removed him from the building yesterday. Nothing more.
Allton: Huh. Oh well. Better send him some flowers.
The screen fades out.
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We fade in again into the room of the man in hospital. As he eats some breakfast, he notices a bouquet of flowers on his bedside with a note inside. The note reads as follows:
‘Call Lord Allton a cripple again and you won’t just be sent to the hospital. Get well soon. Or Don’t. I don’t really care if you heal again or not. But I’ll be watching you. When he goes back to the States for his wrestling match, I’ll still be here. Just remember that the next time you run your mouth…’
The man spits out his mouthful of food before shoving the note back into the bouquet and then hurling the bouquet across the floor with a look of genuine fear on his face. The scene then fades out and back into Lord Allton and the boys in a flower shop, ordering flowers before fading to black, completely.
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Word Count: 2000 exactly.