Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2019 11:09:25 GMT -5
'The Lord of Dashing' Mr. Allton is sat in his US hotel room when he receives a phone call. The phone is just out of his reach so he gets the support worker he brought on this trip – we’ll call them Bill – to pass Mr. A his phone.
Mr. A: C’mon Bill, I haven’t got all day.
The phone almost stops ringing by the time Mr. Allton gets his phone, but luckily he gets it just in time.
Mr. A: WHAT?! Oh Outsiders. Yeah? Cori Haim? That’s my opponent for the new Outsiders show? Cori fucking Haim?! No. No! I thought we agreed it was going to be me in the Outsiders title match or I’m not coming back?
Mr. Allton falls silent while the voice on the other end of the line talks.
Mr. A: Yes But… *pause* I’m aware of that yes… but. Fine. OK fine! Yes.
The voice on the other end of the line hangs up and Mr. Allton throws his phone at the wall in anger.
Bill: Hey…
Mr. A: WHAT?! I didn’t bring you on this trip to have an opinion on what I do. Clean that phone up and buy me a new one.
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Mr. A: Ms. Haim… It seems as though, you and I are the freakshow entertainment at the next Dystopia or that’s how Outsiders management are seeing it. One disability ridden fool against the prettiest member of the Outsiders roster.
Mr. Allton gets out a mirror from his pocket and winks.
Mr. A: Y’see this? This face is my absolute money maker. So in our match at the next Dystopia show, you will NOT mess up my face – do you hear? In our match, Ms. Haim… I’m going to destroy you – as I’m sure many other people have done outside of the wrestling ring. You are attractive Cori. I mean you’re no me… but then… No-one but me, is me. You may pander to the assholes in the crowd, but while you pander to them… I’m making you tap out. This match will be the easiest match I’ve ever been in. After I’ve beaten you in the ring, perhaps I’ll be able to beat you outside of it too. And after I win the Outsiders title and it comes to a guy who actually deserves it… All of you will see. You’ll all see, that chair or not, Mr. Allton is a winner.
Mr. Allton puts the mirror back into his pocket.
Mr. A: Cori Haim… you and I, we may be similar in that we both have a disability… But trust me… you are NOTHING like me. I am a winner and you…. You are nothing more than a loser. However: maybe if somewhere down the line I deem you worthy enough of my attention… then maybe, just freakin’ maybe… we could own Outsiders and every fucking piece of shit in that back yard. Until then however… One L.A.G punch or Python Grip later and you, dearie… are mine.
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Word Count: 500 precisely
Mr. A: C’mon Bill, I haven’t got all day.
The phone almost stops ringing by the time Mr. Allton gets his phone, but luckily he gets it just in time.
Mr. A: WHAT?! Oh Outsiders. Yeah? Cori Haim? That’s my opponent for the new Outsiders show? Cori fucking Haim?! No. No! I thought we agreed it was going to be me in the Outsiders title match or I’m not coming back?
Mr. Allton falls silent while the voice on the other end of the line talks.
Mr. A: Yes But… *pause* I’m aware of that yes… but. Fine. OK fine! Yes.
The voice on the other end of the line hangs up and Mr. Allton throws his phone at the wall in anger.
Bill: Hey…
Mr. A: WHAT?! I didn’t bring you on this trip to have an opinion on what I do. Clean that phone up and buy me a new one.
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Mr. A: Ms. Haim… It seems as though, you and I are the freakshow entertainment at the next Dystopia or that’s how Outsiders management are seeing it. One disability ridden fool against the prettiest member of the Outsiders roster.
Mr. Allton gets out a mirror from his pocket and winks.
Mr. A: Y’see this? This face is my absolute money maker. So in our match at the next Dystopia show, you will NOT mess up my face – do you hear? In our match, Ms. Haim… I’m going to destroy you – as I’m sure many other people have done outside of the wrestling ring. You are attractive Cori. I mean you’re no me… but then… No-one but me, is me. You may pander to the assholes in the crowd, but while you pander to them… I’m making you tap out. This match will be the easiest match I’ve ever been in. After I’ve beaten you in the ring, perhaps I’ll be able to beat you outside of it too. And after I win the Outsiders title and it comes to a guy who actually deserves it… All of you will see. You’ll all see, that chair or not, Mr. Allton is a winner.
Mr. Allton puts the mirror back into his pocket.
Mr. A: Cori Haim… you and I, we may be similar in that we both have a disability… But trust me… you are NOTHING like me. I am a winner and you…. You are nothing more than a loser. However: maybe if somewhere down the line I deem you worthy enough of my attention… then maybe, just freakin’ maybe… we could own Outsiders and every fucking piece of shit in that back yard. Until then however… One L.A.G punch or Python Grip later and you, dearie… are mine.
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Word Count: 500 precisely