Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2019 11:46:02 GMT -5
Back at the Florida hotel room and the now officially christened 'Lord' Allton is sat on the bed watching TV and Bill is off screen. Suddenly Bill comes in to the room holding an envelope.
Allton: What is that?
Bill: A message from Outsiders.
Allton: No doubt from Zybala saying that he grants my wish for a title match at Dystopia 11.
Lord Allton opens the letter and finds that he is only half right. Lord Allton's face goes blood red and a vein in his forehead is fit to burst. Lord Allton scrunches the letter up and chucks it across the room.
Allton: Get me into my chair.
Bill: What's wrong dude?
Allton: I beg your pardon?!
Bill: Oh come on! I called you dude all the time back home.
Allton: Hmph. Anyway I do indeed have a title match at the next Dystopia.
Bill: I sense a 'but'.
Allton: …BUT it is not for the world title. Apparently Mr. Zybala doesn't like being threatened.
Bill: I told you. You can't talk to people the way you have been recently and expect to get your way. Democracy is the way forward.
Lord Allton shakes his head at Bill.
Allton: You, Billy are a delusional fool. Democracy is only good when it works and in this business, strong-arming is the only way forward.
Bill: Well... clearly not...
Allton: Shut up, Billy and help me transfer.
Bill drives Lord Allton's chair to the side of the bed and Allton transfers with minimal help from Bill. Bill does the foot straps of the chair up, securely around Allton's ankles and once in his chair, Lord Allton fetches his video camera. He turns it on.
Allton: Mr. Zybala… I suppose you think yourself as some kind of comedian. Well you don't see me laughing! At Dystopia 11, I'm going to destroy this 'Skittlez', take his title and then I'm putting all of Outsiders on notice. I'm laying waste to the entire Outsiders roster until I get my shot at Uber-man. You can't protect him forever.
Allton turns the camera off. He hears the faint sound of laughter inside his head. Allton shakes this away.
Allton: What is that?
Bill: A message from Outsiders.
Allton: No doubt from Zybala saying that he grants my wish for a title match at Dystopia 11.
Lord Allton opens the letter and finds that he is only half right. Lord Allton's face goes blood red and a vein in his forehead is fit to burst. Lord Allton scrunches the letter up and chucks it across the room.
Allton: Get me into my chair.
Bill: What's wrong dude?
Allton: I beg your pardon?!
Bill: Oh come on! I called you dude all the time back home.
Allton: Hmph. Anyway I do indeed have a title match at the next Dystopia.
Bill: I sense a 'but'.
Allton: …BUT it is not for the world title. Apparently Mr. Zybala doesn't like being threatened.
Bill: I told you. You can't talk to people the way you have been recently and expect to get your way. Democracy is the way forward.
Lord Allton shakes his head at Bill.
Allton: You, Billy are a delusional fool. Democracy is only good when it works and in this business, strong-arming is the only way forward.
Bill: Well... clearly not...
Allton: Shut up, Billy and help me transfer.
Bill drives Lord Allton's chair to the side of the bed and Allton transfers with minimal help from Bill. Bill does the foot straps of the chair up, securely around Allton's ankles and once in his chair, Lord Allton fetches his video camera. He turns it on.
Allton: Mr. Zybala… I suppose you think yourself as some kind of comedian. Well you don't see me laughing! At Dystopia 11, I'm going to destroy this 'Skittlez', take his title and then I'm putting all of Outsiders on notice. I'm laying waste to the entire Outsiders roster until I get my shot at Uber-man. You can't protect him forever.
Allton turns the camera off. He hears the faint sound of laughter inside his head. Allton shakes this away.