House viewing........and other activities.
Aug 30, 2024 18:52:20 GMT -5
Derek Mobley, zybala, and 1 more like this
Post by Lord Allton on Aug 30, 2024 18:52:20 GMT -5
We join Lord Allton, Roxxie Gobbler and Mike Zybala where we left them - inside the ‘haunted' house within which OCW is hosting Cursed Countdown in. The house was previously owned by Lord Allton’s mortal enemy Gregory Pablano but when Marcus Welsh put it on the market on behalf of Pablano, Lord Allton made sure to keep it ‘within the OCW Family’ so to speak and purchased the house, just to stick it to Pablano even further.
Allton has always believed in the Paranormal - ever since he was a child and especially since that one weird, fateful encounter at the south west of England when visiting one of his many aunts and uncles - so when he found out that the house was supposedly haunted, he jumped at the chance to buy the property even more (figuratively of course - you won’t find Lord Allton doing much jumping anytime soon - without the leg braces anyway).
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Zybala: WE’RE IN THE MAIN FOYER IF YOU WANT TO HAUNT US!!!!!!!!!!
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Our heroes heard a noise from within the basement which caused Mike Zybala to shout at the alleged entity haunting the house. Alllton, who usually goes along with all of Zybala’s hairbrained, zainy schemes looks at his friend, perplexed.
Allton: What the hell are you doing?
Zybala: Getting on with this shit. I already told you, I’m burning this house down. Literally!
Allton: Mike, you can’t!
Zybala: And why not? That’s why you asked me out here, right?
Allton: No! I asked you to come out to have a look AROUND the house which I had just bought from that asshole Gregory Pablano! Besides, I have big plans for this place. Big plans.
Mike Zybala suddenly lights a match and begins to walk over to the staircase in the main hall.
Zybala: Yeah, me too.
Allton: Mike… No!
Allton storms over to his friend and knocks the match out of Zybala’s hand then runs over it before the flames can spread. Roxxie Gobbler, annoyed at her friend’s and boyfriend’s infighting storms off annoyed. Allton and Zybala don’t notice and continue to bicker until they hear a scream. They look around and notice that Roxxie is gone and follow the direction of the scream.
Allton: ROXXIE?!
Eventually, they come to what looks to be a lounge and sitting area. But a VERY old one. Pictures adorn the house of the previous owners of the house and they all appear to be looking down at the trio of heroes. Allton heads over to Roxxie who is staring up at the biggest painting in the room with a look of absolute fear on her face.
Allton: Babe? What’s wrong?
Roxxie doesn’t answer. Instead she merely points up at the painting. Slowly, Allton turns his head to look up and Mike Zybala walks behind the couple whilst staring up at the painting. All three are pretty much shell shocked and they cannot believe what they are looking at. The painting is a picture of Lord Allton, Roxxie Gobbler and Mike Zybala all headless! Their headless bodies holding their own heads in their own hands! The heads appear to be looking down at the heroic trio, smiling.
Allton: What. The. Fuck?!
Roxxie: Oh, that’s it…. Mike, burn this place down for the love of God!
Zybala: Holy shit…
Suddenly a rage builds within Allton. He cannot control it. It feels as though something is controlling him!
Allton: - [smear:#04af29]OVER A PAINTING?! YOU CAN’T DESTROY MY HOME OVER MY ART WORK!!!!!! I WON’T ALLOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU WILL ALL SUFFER NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -
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Roxxie: Excuse you?
As quick as the rage appears within Allton, it disappears and Allton shakes it off.
Allton: Woah. What the hell? I blacked out there for a moment.
Roxxie spins Allton to face her. She is not happy at all.
Roxxie: You screamed at me! You’re going to destroy me?!!
Allton: Rox, what are you -?
Roxxie: You know what? This is fucking ridiculous! You either keep this house, Rob. Or you keep me. I’m not dealing with this shit anymore. I’m out of here.
Just like that, before Allton can process what is even happening, Roxxie Gobbler shoulder barges past the man who she is supposed to love. Allton tries to call her back but she ignores his pleas and leaves the room. Allton attempts to follow but is stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
Zybala: Let her go, man.
Allton: What the hell happened?!
Zybala: Well… I’m no expert, but I have seen you do similar before.
Allton: What do you mean, Mike?
Zybala: I think you were possessed by something.
Allton: Oh shit. That’s why she…. ROXXIE!
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This house… when I saw it come up for sale, I KNEW I had to buy it. And not just because it would, definitely stick it to Gregory Pablano and Marcus Welsh. At least it would be if Marcus Welsh were still alive anyway. But it was more than that - more than knowing. I felt…….compelled to buy this house. Something drew me in as soon as I saw the picture on the website. So upon buying the place, I came to look around a few times on my own. After a few looks around on my own I asked Roxxie and Zybala if they wanted to look around the place with me. But little did I know that Mike wanted to automatically burn down the house. Of course, I couldn’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen. WE won’t let that happen. Will we? No. Not after everything that I put into this place…
-After all of the plans that we have for this place. Isn’t that right… Rob? -
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After a while, Allton finds himself alone. Roxxie is gone. Zybala is…..somewhere. Allton meanwhile is seemingly drawn towards the attic.
(Let’s not get hung up on how a guy sitting in an electric powered wheelchair made his way up to the attic. If he can wrestle in a wrestling ring, he can get up to the attic. OK? Cool.)
Anyway…
The attic is dark and dingy. But there is one thing in the attic (other than the dust and the cobwebs of the no doubt gigantic spiders around somewhere) that draws the eye. A gigantic, antique mirror covered with a sheet. As Allton makes his way towards the mirror, he doesn’t understand why he is so drawn towards it so much, but very much like the actual buying of the house, he feels a compulsion to make his way over to the mirror. After pulling the sheet off of the mirror, he stares into it. A vacant, far away stare. His arm is drawn to touch the mirror and as he does, his own voice is in his head. But is it Allton’s words?
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Allton: Soon enough, there will be a wrestling event in this house and I will face off against eleven other combatants. Legends of this business. OCW mainstays that have been here for years with nothing to show for it except a short tag team title reign and a lot of OUTSIDERS on his payroll, guys that are definitely on the rise in OCW - and a zombie. Of course there is a zombie. It wouldn’t be OCW if there wasn’t something incredibly weird in the ring. I mean other than…a disabled wrestler, but I digress.
Let’s count them down: Mack O’ Connor. You are without a doubt one of the OCW legends that I have just mentioned. But you’re also getting on in years aren’t you? It’s time for you - much like Bob Grenier - to step aside.
And you, Bob Grenier. To be fair, what have you done in recent times? Every time you've had a match recently you've always come up……just a little short. Right?
Whereas I have come a very long way since being the Outsiders X-Factor and World Heavyweight Champion, since I am now part of OCW Brass. But make no mistake: In this house at Cursed Countdown… Lord Robert Allton will not be signing any paperwork. Nor will he be signing any cheques. I will be destroying all who oppose me to go on to become the new OCW Heavyweight Champion!
-Legends always fall. They always did in OCW and you two will be no different when you step into our home -
Duce Jones - I’ve heard a lot about you my friend, from my friend Dylan Thomas… I believe you and him are acquainted. Didn’t he refer to you as ‘bathroom break’ back in the day? Don’t worry. I won’t be so crass. But I’m afraid that like the two others I have previously mentioned, you will be joining them in the heap of bodies as I make my way to become the OCW Champion.
-We have watched you Jones. You are one we have our collective eyes on. If this vessel does not work out, expect a visit -
Now… who else is there? L.C. Pinkstain? No, I’m afraid I’m not wasting words on a man who I’ve seen walk through OCW doors a grand total of three times isn’t it?
Donnie Harris - The last event we had, Mr Harris I tried to show you some courtesy of what a pleasure it has been to watch you work. But you couldn’t even extend to me that same courtesy. Well I’m afraid Mr Harris, lightning in that regard does not strike twice. Courtesy is out of the window - just like you will be should I get the opportunity to do so at Cursed Countdown.
-Ehehehe. Allton may not like you much anymore… but you amuse us.
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Suddenly Mike Zybala appears behind Lord Allton and puts his hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of his trance.
Zybala: Hey. I’ve finally found you. Are you OK?
Allton shakes his head furiously, trying to bring himself back to the real world. Whatever was allegedly in his head seems to have gone away. At least for now anyway.
Allton: Hmm? Oh yeah. Yeah.
Zybala: God it’s like a mixture of the Others and the Goonies up here.
Allton: …..What?
Zybala: The whole attic vibe. You know. Just don’t start chanting ‘this house is ours’ and we’ll be good - you know?
Allton can’t help but smirk inside. He knows what Zybala is referring to.
Allton: Of course my friend. Hey, did you know this place has a graveyard?
Zybala: As well as the bodies in the basement?
Allton: Yeah. Want to go see?
Zybala: Oh. Uh…not really, no.
Allton: Come on, man. What’s the worst that can happen? Do you think that I’m going to shove you into an open grave and keep you in there during the Cursed Countdown Event so that I can be one step closer to the World Heavyweight Championship?
Zybala and Allton laugh while Allton pats his friend on the back.
Zybala: I guess not. After everything we’ve been through? There’s no way that you could do that to me.
Allton nods and turns his attention to the attic window. He looks outside and he sees what he believes to be Roxxie Gobbler outside, herself heading towards the graveyard.
Allton: I see Roxxie!
Zybala: Where is she?
Allton: Outside. Come on, you first.
Zybala nods and the two friends make their way to the top of the main staircase. Allton seems to feel a fuzzy feeling inside his head. The fuzzy feeling seems to be ‘speaking’ to him. Not in a conventional way you must understand - he can’t actually hear anything this time - it’s more like the ‘Dark Passenger’ of Dexter Morgan. A dark instinct that is giving him an idea. And it’s a dark idea at that. The voice seems to be saying to Allton:
-Push him down the stairs. Come on. He is weak… you own this house. He wants to destroy us. Do not let him!’ Allton attempts to shake the feeling away and Zybala notices his friend shaking-
Zybala: I know, man. I’m freaked out by this place too. You alright?
Allton: Y-yeah. I just need some air. Let’s just get outside.
As Allton and Zybala reach the front door, Allton gets the fuzzy feeling in his head again.
‘OK then. If you won’t do it, we will!’
Allton finds himself behind Mike Zybala and before he knows it, his arms are pushing Mike Zybala down the front steps of the house!
Allton: Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! Mike, I’m sorry man. I - I don’t know what came over me!
Annoyed, Mike Zybala looks up from the ground as he watches his long time friend pull his phone out of his pocket to record. Zybala attempts to stand but currently cannot because he is too winded.
Zybala: What the hell?? Why did you just push me down the steps?
Allton: I - I don’t know! I didn’t mean to! Are you hurt?
Eventually Mike Zybala stands up and dusts himself down.
Zybala: No. Luckily just winded. But this is all because I’m in the match as well isn’t it? I thought you were better than that. I thought we were going to have a gentleman’s agreement and all that bullshit…. But I’m staying away from you until Cursed Countdown man. I had plans for us, I really did. But this house is doing stuff to you - and the worst thing of all, is that you’re letting it! I told you to let me destroy this house. But you wouldn’t listen.
Allton: Mike…
Zybala: No, fuck you Rob. Fuck. You. At Cursed Countdown, you’re falling along with your precious house. After that? Well we’ll just have to see, right?
Mike Zybala then makes his way towards his car and Allton attempts to chase after his friend but Zybala just flips the bird behind him and drives away. Alone, Allton sits at the front of the house looking into his phone.
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Allton: Henri Toussaint! We haven’t had the pleasure yet. But I’m not just a man in a wheelchair, my friend and I’m not just one of Mike Zybala’s Outsiders. It’s true, yes, that this is where I began… But I have done so much more since then. And ‘OCW World Heavyweight Champion’ is just the next accolade to obtain… and if I have to get nasty to do it? Then believe me, I can. And will. The wheelchair is just a tool to be used in my everyday life. It doesn’t define who I am. No… My ability to beat the shit out of everyone who gets in the ring with me, defines who I am! Is that you? Then fine.
Didn’t expect the posh Englishman to swear? Heh… Good. You won’t be expecting much else then, will you? But you’ll be surprised at just what this wheelchair bound man can do.
-Very funny man. You amuse us the most of all aside from…-
The Zombie - Finally! I’m not the freakiest one in the match. Oh, Ka’Derrion. I’ve done you the courtesy of watching your old tapes. What a wrestler you were. Notice I said ‘were’. Not ‘are’. But you know? I might just say sod it and take one of Batbear’s chunks of steaks and throw it your way and keep you busy for the duration of the match.
-This amuses us -
Vhodka Black and Matt Knox - What is there to say when it comes to you two? You make fleeting visits whenever we have an event expecting to come out with the W and then you go away again, back to your little hidey-holes -wherever that is. I know, I know. You’re legends of the business like Mack and Bob - good for you. I don’t care. All I see when I look at you two is a pair of ‘slightly better L.C. Pinkstain. Um…Pinkston? Pinkston. At least you show up a little more, I guess.
-We will use this vessel to destroy all of you and keep our home safe! -
And last but not least, Mike Zybala: Look Mike… I know you don’t want to see this message right now. But I did not mean to push you down the steps or anything just now. But the ‘fuck you’? That fuck you hurt Mike. After everything we’ve been through, you let one little shove - that I didn’t even cause! - come between us? Like you, I had hoped for us to make our way through this house as a unit……. Then settle it like men at the end of the night. But I agree, maybe we can’t anymore! At least not yet. But our reasons are seemingly very different! Don’t forget, you caused this.
- You caused us to lash out at you when you wanted to destroy our home -
You caused this when you wanted to burn down this amazing house that I bought - with my own money! And you of all people… I thought you would understand. When Gregory Pablano had this house and then wanted to have nothing to do with -us- it.
But fine! You want to get pissy over one little push that you didn’t even get hurt from….
- He said it himself -
Yes he did.
-Ah you finally admit that you are with us? -
I do. And with your help… I’ll be the next OCW heavyweight champion. And then I’ll keep you safe forever. I promise you that.
Suddenly Roxxie appears behind Allton from the graveyard.
Roxxie: Hi….
-Begone, wench! -
Allton: Not her. She’s off limits. She’s under my protection too, just like you.
-Fine-
The ‘dark sense’ in Allton’s head disappears upon Allton saying these words…
Roxxie: What?
Allton: Nothing. Look, I’m sorry about earlier.
Roxxie: Well… maybe I overreacted a little.
Allton: No, you didn't, something came over me in there. But I think it’s something that may help me win Cursed Countdown.
Roxxie: Oh yeah? Well that’s great. And when you do, we’ve got some celebrating to do…
Allton: Now, I like the sound of that.
Roxxie: Where’s Mike?
Allton explains the situation between himself and Mike while the couple make their way to their car, get in and drive away
FADE
Word Count: 3000 exactly.
Allton has always believed in the Paranormal - ever since he was a child and especially since that one weird, fateful encounter at the south west of England when visiting one of his many aunts and uncles - so when he found out that the house was supposedly haunted, he jumped at the chance to buy the property even more (figuratively of course - you won’t find Lord Allton doing much jumping anytime soon - without the leg braces anyway).
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Zybala: WE’RE IN THE MAIN FOYER IF YOU WANT TO HAUNT US!!!!!!!!!!
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Our heroes heard a noise from within the basement which caused Mike Zybala to shout at the alleged entity haunting the house. Alllton, who usually goes along with all of Zybala’s hairbrained, zainy schemes looks at his friend, perplexed.
Allton: What the hell are you doing?
Zybala: Getting on with this shit. I already told you, I’m burning this house down. Literally!
Allton: Mike, you can’t!
Zybala: And why not? That’s why you asked me out here, right?
Allton: No! I asked you to come out to have a look AROUND the house which I had just bought from that asshole Gregory Pablano! Besides, I have big plans for this place. Big plans.
Mike Zybala suddenly lights a match and begins to walk over to the staircase in the main hall.
Zybala: Yeah, me too.
Allton: Mike… No!
Allton storms over to his friend and knocks the match out of Zybala’s hand then runs over it before the flames can spread. Roxxie Gobbler, annoyed at her friend’s and boyfriend’s infighting storms off annoyed. Allton and Zybala don’t notice and continue to bicker until they hear a scream. They look around and notice that Roxxie is gone and follow the direction of the scream.
Allton: ROXXIE?!
Eventually, they come to what looks to be a lounge and sitting area. But a VERY old one. Pictures adorn the house of the previous owners of the house and they all appear to be looking down at the trio of heroes. Allton heads over to Roxxie who is staring up at the biggest painting in the room with a look of absolute fear on her face.
Allton: Babe? What’s wrong?
Roxxie doesn’t answer. Instead she merely points up at the painting. Slowly, Allton turns his head to look up and Mike Zybala walks behind the couple whilst staring up at the painting. All three are pretty much shell shocked and they cannot believe what they are looking at. The painting is a picture of Lord Allton, Roxxie Gobbler and Mike Zybala all headless! Their headless bodies holding their own heads in their own hands! The heads appear to be looking down at the heroic trio, smiling.
Allton: What. The. Fuck?!
Roxxie: Oh, that’s it…. Mike, burn this place down for the love of God!
Zybala: Holy shit…
Suddenly a rage builds within Allton. He cannot control it. It feels as though something is controlling him!
Allton: - [smear:#04af29]OVER A PAINTING?! YOU CAN’T DESTROY MY HOME OVER MY ART WORK!!!!!! I WON’T ALLOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU WILL ALL SUFFER NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -
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Roxxie: Excuse you?
As quick as the rage appears within Allton, it disappears and Allton shakes it off.
Allton: Woah. What the hell? I blacked out there for a moment.
Roxxie spins Allton to face her. She is not happy at all.
Roxxie: You screamed at me! You’re going to destroy me?!!
Allton: Rox, what are you -?
Roxxie: You know what? This is fucking ridiculous! You either keep this house, Rob. Or you keep me. I’m not dealing with this shit anymore. I’m out of here.
Just like that, before Allton can process what is even happening, Roxxie Gobbler shoulder barges past the man who she is supposed to love. Allton tries to call her back but she ignores his pleas and leaves the room. Allton attempts to follow but is stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
Zybala: Let her go, man.
Allton: What the hell happened?!
Zybala: Well… I’m no expert, but I have seen you do similar before.
Allton: What do you mean, Mike?
Zybala: I think you were possessed by something.
Allton: Oh shit. That’s why she…. ROXXIE!
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This house… when I saw it come up for sale, I KNEW I had to buy it. And not just because it would, definitely stick it to Gregory Pablano and Marcus Welsh. At least it would be if Marcus Welsh were still alive anyway. But it was more than that - more than knowing. I felt…….compelled to buy this house. Something drew me in as soon as I saw the picture on the website. So upon buying the place, I came to look around a few times on my own. After a few looks around on my own I asked Roxxie and Zybala if they wanted to look around the place with me. But little did I know that Mike wanted to automatically burn down the house. Of course, I couldn’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen. WE won’t let that happen. Will we? No. Not after everything that I put into this place…
-After all of the plans that we have for this place. Isn’t that right… Rob? -
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After a while, Allton finds himself alone. Roxxie is gone. Zybala is…..somewhere. Allton meanwhile is seemingly drawn towards the attic.
(Let’s not get hung up on how a guy sitting in an electric powered wheelchair made his way up to the attic. If he can wrestle in a wrestling ring, he can get up to the attic. OK? Cool.)
Anyway…
The attic is dark and dingy. But there is one thing in the attic (other than the dust and the cobwebs of the no doubt gigantic spiders around somewhere) that draws the eye. A gigantic, antique mirror covered with a sheet. As Allton makes his way towards the mirror, he doesn’t understand why he is so drawn towards it so much, but very much like the actual buying of the house, he feels a compulsion to make his way over to the mirror. After pulling the sheet off of the mirror, he stares into it. A vacant, far away stare. His arm is drawn to touch the mirror and as he does, his own voice is in his head. But is it Allton’s words?
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Allton: Soon enough, there will be a wrestling event in this house and I will face off against eleven other combatants. Legends of this business. OCW mainstays that have been here for years with nothing to show for it except a short tag team title reign and a lot of OUTSIDERS on his payroll, guys that are definitely on the rise in OCW - and a zombie. Of course there is a zombie. It wouldn’t be OCW if there wasn’t something incredibly weird in the ring. I mean other than…a disabled wrestler, but I digress.
Let’s count them down: Mack O’ Connor. You are without a doubt one of the OCW legends that I have just mentioned. But you’re also getting on in years aren’t you? It’s time for you - much like Bob Grenier - to step aside.
And you, Bob Grenier. To be fair, what have you done in recent times? Every time you've had a match recently you've always come up……just a little short. Right?
Whereas I have come a very long way since being the Outsiders X-Factor and World Heavyweight Champion, since I am now part of OCW Brass. But make no mistake: In this house at Cursed Countdown… Lord Robert Allton will not be signing any paperwork. Nor will he be signing any cheques. I will be destroying all who oppose me to go on to become the new OCW Heavyweight Champion!
-Legends always fall. They always did in OCW and you two will be no different when you step into our home -
Duce Jones - I’ve heard a lot about you my friend, from my friend Dylan Thomas… I believe you and him are acquainted. Didn’t he refer to you as ‘bathroom break’ back in the day? Don’t worry. I won’t be so crass. But I’m afraid that like the two others I have previously mentioned, you will be joining them in the heap of bodies as I make my way to become the OCW Champion.
-We have watched you Jones. You are one we have our collective eyes on. If this vessel does not work out, expect a visit -
Now… who else is there? L.C. Pinkstain? No, I’m afraid I’m not wasting words on a man who I’ve seen walk through OCW doors a grand total of three times isn’t it?
Donnie Harris - The last event we had, Mr Harris I tried to show you some courtesy of what a pleasure it has been to watch you work. But you couldn’t even extend to me that same courtesy. Well I’m afraid Mr Harris, lightning in that regard does not strike twice. Courtesy is out of the window - just like you will be should I get the opportunity to do so at Cursed Countdown.
-Ehehehe. Allton may not like you much anymore… but you amuse us.
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Suddenly Mike Zybala appears behind Lord Allton and puts his hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of his trance.
Zybala: Hey. I’ve finally found you. Are you OK?
Allton shakes his head furiously, trying to bring himself back to the real world. Whatever was allegedly in his head seems to have gone away. At least for now anyway.
Allton: Hmm? Oh yeah. Yeah.
Zybala: God it’s like a mixture of the Others and the Goonies up here.
Allton: …..What?
Zybala: The whole attic vibe. You know. Just don’t start chanting ‘this house is ours’ and we’ll be good - you know?
Allton can’t help but smirk inside. He knows what Zybala is referring to.
Allton: Of course my friend. Hey, did you know this place has a graveyard?
Zybala: As well as the bodies in the basement?
Allton: Yeah. Want to go see?
Zybala: Oh. Uh…not really, no.
Allton: Come on, man. What’s the worst that can happen? Do you think that I’m going to shove you into an open grave and keep you in there during the Cursed Countdown Event so that I can be one step closer to the World Heavyweight Championship?
Zybala and Allton laugh while Allton pats his friend on the back.
Zybala: I guess not. After everything we’ve been through? There’s no way that you could do that to me.
Allton nods and turns his attention to the attic window. He looks outside and he sees what he believes to be Roxxie Gobbler outside, herself heading towards the graveyard.
Allton: I see Roxxie!
Zybala: Where is she?
Allton: Outside. Come on, you first.
Zybala nods and the two friends make their way to the top of the main staircase. Allton seems to feel a fuzzy feeling inside his head. The fuzzy feeling seems to be ‘speaking’ to him. Not in a conventional way you must understand - he can’t actually hear anything this time - it’s more like the ‘Dark Passenger’ of Dexter Morgan. A dark instinct that is giving him an idea. And it’s a dark idea at that. The voice seems to be saying to Allton:
-Push him down the stairs. Come on. He is weak… you own this house. He wants to destroy us. Do not let him!’ Allton attempts to shake the feeling away and Zybala notices his friend shaking-
Zybala: I know, man. I’m freaked out by this place too. You alright?
Allton: Y-yeah. I just need some air. Let’s just get outside.
As Allton and Zybala reach the front door, Allton gets the fuzzy feeling in his head again.
‘OK then. If you won’t do it, we will!’
Allton finds himself behind Mike Zybala and before he knows it, his arms are pushing Mike Zybala down the front steps of the house!
Allton: Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! Mike, I’m sorry man. I - I don’t know what came over me!
Annoyed, Mike Zybala looks up from the ground as he watches his long time friend pull his phone out of his pocket to record. Zybala attempts to stand but currently cannot because he is too winded.
Zybala: What the hell?? Why did you just push me down the steps?
Allton: I - I don’t know! I didn’t mean to! Are you hurt?
Eventually Mike Zybala stands up and dusts himself down.
Zybala: No. Luckily just winded. But this is all because I’m in the match as well isn’t it? I thought you were better than that. I thought we were going to have a gentleman’s agreement and all that bullshit…. But I’m staying away from you until Cursed Countdown man. I had plans for us, I really did. But this house is doing stuff to you - and the worst thing of all, is that you’re letting it! I told you to let me destroy this house. But you wouldn’t listen.
Allton: Mike…
Zybala: No, fuck you Rob. Fuck. You. At Cursed Countdown, you’re falling along with your precious house. After that? Well we’ll just have to see, right?
Mike Zybala then makes his way towards his car and Allton attempts to chase after his friend but Zybala just flips the bird behind him and drives away. Alone, Allton sits at the front of the house looking into his phone.
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Allton: Henri Toussaint! We haven’t had the pleasure yet. But I’m not just a man in a wheelchair, my friend and I’m not just one of Mike Zybala’s Outsiders. It’s true, yes, that this is where I began… But I have done so much more since then. And ‘OCW World Heavyweight Champion’ is just the next accolade to obtain… and if I have to get nasty to do it? Then believe me, I can. And will. The wheelchair is just a tool to be used in my everyday life. It doesn’t define who I am. No… My ability to beat the shit out of everyone who gets in the ring with me, defines who I am! Is that you? Then fine.
Didn’t expect the posh Englishman to swear? Heh… Good. You won’t be expecting much else then, will you? But you’ll be surprised at just what this wheelchair bound man can do.
-Very funny man. You amuse us the most of all aside from…-
The Zombie - Finally! I’m not the freakiest one in the match. Oh, Ka’Derrion. I’ve done you the courtesy of watching your old tapes. What a wrestler you were. Notice I said ‘were’. Not ‘are’. But you know? I might just say sod it and take one of Batbear’s chunks of steaks and throw it your way and keep you busy for the duration of the match.
-This amuses us -
Vhodka Black and Matt Knox - What is there to say when it comes to you two? You make fleeting visits whenever we have an event expecting to come out with the W and then you go away again, back to your little hidey-holes -wherever that is. I know, I know. You’re legends of the business like Mack and Bob - good for you. I don’t care. All I see when I look at you two is a pair of ‘slightly better L.C. Pinkstain. Um…Pinkston? Pinkston. At least you show up a little more, I guess.
-We will use this vessel to destroy all of you and keep our home safe! -
And last but not least, Mike Zybala: Look Mike… I know you don’t want to see this message right now. But I did not mean to push you down the steps or anything just now. But the ‘fuck you’? That fuck you hurt Mike. After everything we’ve been through, you let one little shove - that I didn’t even cause! - come between us? Like you, I had hoped for us to make our way through this house as a unit……. Then settle it like men at the end of the night. But I agree, maybe we can’t anymore! At least not yet. But our reasons are seemingly very different! Don’t forget, you caused this.
- You caused us to lash out at you when you wanted to destroy our home -
You caused this when you wanted to burn down this amazing house that I bought - with my own money! And you of all people… I thought you would understand. When Gregory Pablano had this house and then wanted to have nothing to do with -us- it.
But fine! You want to get pissy over one little push that you didn’t even get hurt from….
- He said it himself -
Yes he did.
-Ah you finally admit that you are with us? -
I do. And with your help… I’ll be the next OCW heavyweight champion. And then I’ll keep you safe forever. I promise you that.
Suddenly Roxxie appears behind Allton from the graveyard.
Roxxie: Hi….
-Begone, wench! -
Allton: Not her. She’s off limits. She’s under my protection too, just like you.
-Fine-
The ‘dark sense’ in Allton’s head disappears upon Allton saying these words…
Roxxie: What?
Allton: Nothing. Look, I’m sorry about earlier.
Roxxie: Well… maybe I overreacted a little.
Allton: No, you didn't, something came over me in there. But I think it’s something that may help me win Cursed Countdown.
Roxxie: Oh yeah? Well that’s great. And when you do, we’ve got some celebrating to do…
Allton: Now, I like the sound of that.
Roxxie: Where’s Mike?
Allton explains the situation between himself and Mike while the couple make their way to their car, get in and drive away
FADE
Word Count: 3000 exactly.