Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2021 16:29:58 GMT -5
We open to a physiotherapist’s room. Equipment is strewn all over for various exercises. There is a bed against the far wall with the curtain pulled around. In the centre of the room, facing the camera is a smiling Lord Allton. As the camera skulks closer to Allton, he rolls closer to it.
Allton: Ah. A conduit for the OCW faithful. Hello OCW fanbase. It is I, Lord Allton. You join me at my physiotherapist’s. Well, my one here in the US anyway. I -
?: Argh! For fuck sake!!
Turning his head towards the bed with the curtain pulled around, Allton raises his eyebrows, clasping his hands together in a more comfortable position. He turns his head back to the camera.
Allton: As all of you are well aware who watched OCW Quarantined, Dylan Thomas hurt his knee in the prison yard match. Well, as we approach, the next OCW event House of Cards, I need my friend up to 100% so that he might win the Paradigm Championship from that ruffian Outcast. Thus…
?: You’re a fucking asshole!
?#2: Really, I’m trying to get you better…
?: You have a funny way of fucking doing it! Rob!
Allton turns his head to the curtain again, rolling over to it. He opens it, revealing Dylan Thomas laying on the bed with his knee up and bent with the physiotherapist doing what he can to stretch it out.
Dylan: Tell this asshole that I’m done here!
Physio: You’re nowhere near done, Mr. Thomas.
Allton shakes his head patting the physiotherapist on the shoulder.
Allton: Keep it up.
Dylan: What?! But -
Allton: Really dear boy. I brought you here because Josh is one of the best physiotherapists that I know. We need that knee back to normal for House of Cards.
With that, Dylan’s protests fall on deaf ears and Allton pulls the curtain again, leaving the room. The camera fades on the curtain and Dylan’s cries of pain.
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OOC: Just a mini CD. RP 1 should be up tomorrow. Oh, great work Outcast. I read yours yesterday.
Allton: Ah. A conduit for the OCW faithful. Hello OCW fanbase. It is I, Lord Allton. You join me at my physiotherapist’s. Well, my one here in the US anyway. I -
?: Argh! For fuck sake!!
Turning his head towards the bed with the curtain pulled around, Allton raises his eyebrows, clasping his hands together in a more comfortable position. He turns his head back to the camera.
Allton: As all of you are well aware who watched OCW Quarantined, Dylan Thomas hurt his knee in the prison yard match. Well, as we approach, the next OCW event House of Cards, I need my friend up to 100% so that he might win the Paradigm Championship from that ruffian Outcast. Thus…
?: You’re a fucking asshole!
?#2: Really, I’m trying to get you better…
?: You have a funny way of fucking doing it! Rob!
Allton turns his head to the curtain again, rolling over to it. He opens it, revealing Dylan Thomas laying on the bed with his knee up and bent with the physiotherapist doing what he can to stretch it out.
Dylan: Tell this asshole that I’m done here!
Physio: You’re nowhere near done, Mr. Thomas.
Allton shakes his head patting the physiotherapist on the shoulder.
Allton: Keep it up.
Dylan: What?! But -
Allton: Really dear boy. I brought you here because Josh is one of the best physiotherapists that I know. We need that knee back to normal for House of Cards.
With that, Dylan’s protests fall on deaf ears and Allton pulls the curtain again, leaving the room. The camera fades on the curtain and Dylan’s cries of pain.
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OOC: Just a mini CD. RP 1 should be up tomorrow. Oh, great work Outcast. I read yours yesterday.