A Lord out in Hollywood and a phone call from Florida
May 27, 2021 16:59:07 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2021 16:59:07 GMT -5
We join Lord Allton out in Hollywood taking in the sights as Bill, Tank and Vincenzo follow on behind. (Allton can be quite hard to catch at times in the chair). Rolling down the Walk of Fame, Allton takes in some of the names that have stars.
Allton: Where's the fucking justice?
Vincenzo: What's up Boss?
Allton: David Hasselhoff? Britney Spears? Fucking David Spade? These people all have stars. Where's mine? Where's Dylan's? Where's Lissie's? What about what the A-List contributed to the wrestling business? To GCWA? To Outsiders? What about what Dylan's going to accomplish at Quarantined?
Vincenzo: I'm not sure they contribute people for sports Boss.
Allton: Mohammed Ali is on here, somewhere!
Vincenzo: He is? Frankie and me used to love that guy growin' up!
Lord Allton exasperates.
Allton: 'Frankie and I', Vincenzo.
Vincenzo: What, you too?
Allton: I was correcting your grammar...
Suddenly, Allton's phone begins to ring.
Allton: Dylan! We were just talking about you.
Dylan: Hey, hey man. I was wondering... are you able to make it, live to Quarantined?
Allton: Mm... No as we've already discussed... I'm afraid we won't be there in person. Prior engagement that I sadly cannot get out of. We shall be there in spirit though! Come on, my boy! You have this in the bag! We'll be watching the show though.
Dylan: Oh. Oh yeah.
The line on Dylan's end of the phone falls silent.
Allton: You are worried that everyone will come after you, after what you said on Piledriver? Great interview by the way... You really shone through. Although I'm not sure I like that....**Ahem** Cheasy M. Well look, don't worry. You're Dylan Fucking Thomas! You have all the potential in the world.
Dylan: Yeah, you're right. Thanks, I needed that.
Allton: No problem... Goodbye Dylan.
Dylan puts the phone down.
Dylan: Shit.....
Allton: Where's the fucking justice?
Vincenzo: What's up Boss?
Allton: David Hasselhoff? Britney Spears? Fucking David Spade? These people all have stars. Where's mine? Where's Dylan's? Where's Lissie's? What about what the A-List contributed to the wrestling business? To GCWA? To Outsiders? What about what Dylan's going to accomplish at Quarantined?
Vincenzo: I'm not sure they contribute people for sports Boss.
Allton: Mohammed Ali is on here, somewhere!
Vincenzo: He is? Frankie and me used to love that guy growin' up!
Lord Allton exasperates.
Allton: 'Frankie and I', Vincenzo.
Vincenzo: What, you too?
Allton: I was correcting your grammar...
Suddenly, Allton's phone begins to ring.
Allton: Dylan! We were just talking about you.
Dylan: Hey, hey man. I was wondering... are you able to make it, live to Quarantined?
Allton: Mm... No as we've already discussed... I'm afraid we won't be there in person. Prior engagement that I sadly cannot get out of. We shall be there in spirit though! Come on, my boy! You have this in the bag! We'll be watching the show though.
Dylan: Oh. Oh yeah.
The line on Dylan's end of the phone falls silent.
Allton: You are worried that everyone will come after you, after what you said on Piledriver? Great interview by the way... You really shone through. Although I'm not sure I like that....**Ahem** Cheasy M. Well look, don't worry. You're Dylan Fucking Thomas! You have all the potential in the world.
Dylan: Yeah, you're right. Thanks, I needed that.
Allton: No problem... Goodbye Dylan.
Dylan puts the phone down.
Dylan: Shit.....