Post by Lord Allton on Aug 23, 2022 8:37:42 GMT -5
Edward. Oh, I’m sorry. JAMG,
Read and read well….
Just Another Masked Guy, is that right? That’s what ‘JAMG’ stands for, right? Well at Dystopia 25, ironically enough, ‘JAMG’ will not stand for Just Another Masked Guy, but it WILL stand for Just Another Massacred Guy.
There have been many before you Eddie, people that have tried to take me down as the World Heavyweight Champion and all of them failed. All of them previously couldn’t hold a candle to me but, Eddie there is one difference between the likes of Soot Losem and yourself, so feel proud. That difference is I can see the work that YOU have put in, trying to be a wrestler and you could have no finer teacher to guide you (other than myself) to guide you in Bob Grenier. But Edward you are not ready for the Outsiders title. Not yet. Sure - you’re an unstoppable tag team over in OCW with Grenier but that, my friend, is TAG TEAM wrestling.
Edward, you do admittedly have all the potential in the world to be a champion in the backyard. But you are facing an Outsiders Wrestling LEGEND at Dystopia 25. Go for something more your speed, like the X-Factor title.
But that’s not me begrudging the X-Factor Championship, oh no. It was, after all, the first title that I ever held. The thing is though, I can’t in good conscience have the Outsiders Championship going to you. I’m not doubting your ability, but it cannot happen - simply because I have worked long and hard to bring credence and respectability to Outsiders. With someone other than me at the helm? Good God, can you imagine where we would stand? I shudder at the thought.
When I hold the Outsiders title it represents power, it represents safety for everyone in Outsiders - including yourself. With me as Champion and Mike Zybala running things, everyone can be safe in the knowledge that Outsiders everywhere will have job stability for a very long time to come.
With you at the helm? With you as Champion? It’s gonna be Peter Vaughn all over again. Chaos. With me, as the good old Englishman that I am, I bring not only job security but good old fashioned British integrity. You’re getting better Eddie with every match you are in and you have the ability to be a fine Champion one day, but it won’t be at Dystopia. You’re NOT beating me at Dystopia 25.
Maybe Dystopia 415. Or not. Time will tell.
But not Dystopia 25.
Until then my friend, try not to fall off any buildings or get beat up by your wife, eh?
Yours Sincerely,
Your Friend, Your Champion,
Lord Robert Allton Culliford.
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Lord Allton is sitting in a famous coffee shop on his laptop typing a letter to his opponent at the next Dystopia - JAM G. Vincenzo Larossia and Tank are there with him at the table.
Frankie: Mi scusi, signorina. Tre caffè e un Frappuccino, per favore? Grazie. Boss! Boss! What’dya want with your frappa?
Allton: A chocolate cake, please.
Frankie: E una torta al cioccolato per favore.
The waitress takes the order and smiles at Frankie’s accent. He returns to the table.
Frankie: What?
Allton: How DO you get so many women to want you?
Frankie: It’s uhh how do you say? A ‘gift’, si?
Allton: Sure. Anyway, what do you boys think of this?
Frankie and Vincenzo look it over.
Vincenzo: Yeah. I’d say it gets the point across. So what’s next?
Allton: Next? Next Vincenzo, I see a little girl about an autograph.
The screen fades out with Allton sucking on the straw of his frappuccino with a smile.
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Word Count: 613
Read and read well….
Just Another Masked Guy, is that right? That’s what ‘JAMG’ stands for, right? Well at Dystopia 25, ironically enough, ‘JAMG’ will not stand for Just Another Masked Guy, but it WILL stand for Just Another Massacred Guy.
There have been many before you Eddie, people that have tried to take me down as the World Heavyweight Champion and all of them failed. All of them previously couldn’t hold a candle to me but, Eddie there is one difference between the likes of Soot Losem and yourself, so feel proud. That difference is I can see the work that YOU have put in, trying to be a wrestler and you could have no finer teacher to guide you (other than myself) to guide you in Bob Grenier. But Edward you are not ready for the Outsiders title. Not yet. Sure - you’re an unstoppable tag team over in OCW with Grenier but that, my friend, is TAG TEAM wrestling.
Edward, you do admittedly have all the potential in the world to be a champion in the backyard. But you are facing an Outsiders Wrestling LEGEND at Dystopia 25. Go for something more your speed, like the X-Factor title.
But that’s not me begrudging the X-Factor Championship, oh no. It was, after all, the first title that I ever held. The thing is though, I can’t in good conscience have the Outsiders Championship going to you. I’m not doubting your ability, but it cannot happen - simply because I have worked long and hard to bring credence and respectability to Outsiders. With someone other than me at the helm? Good God, can you imagine where we would stand? I shudder at the thought.
When I hold the Outsiders title it represents power, it represents safety for everyone in Outsiders - including yourself. With me as Champion and Mike Zybala running things, everyone can be safe in the knowledge that Outsiders everywhere will have job stability for a very long time to come.
With you at the helm? With you as Champion? It’s gonna be Peter Vaughn all over again. Chaos. With me, as the good old Englishman that I am, I bring not only job security but good old fashioned British integrity. You’re getting better Eddie with every match you are in and you have the ability to be a fine Champion one day, but it won’t be at Dystopia. You’re NOT beating me at Dystopia 25.
Maybe Dystopia 415. Or not. Time will tell.
But not Dystopia 25.
Until then my friend, try not to fall off any buildings or get beat up by your wife, eh?
Yours Sincerely,
Your Friend, Your Champion,
Lord Robert Allton Culliford.
============================================
Lord Allton is sitting in a famous coffee shop on his laptop typing a letter to his opponent at the next Dystopia - JAM G. Vincenzo Larossia and Tank are there with him at the table.
Frankie: Mi scusi, signorina. Tre caffè e un Frappuccino, per favore? Grazie. Boss! Boss! What’dya want with your frappa?
Allton: A chocolate cake, please.
Frankie: E una torta al cioccolato per favore.
The waitress takes the order and smiles at Frankie’s accent. He returns to the table.
Frankie: What?
Allton: How DO you get so many women to want you?
Frankie: It’s uhh how do you say? A ‘gift’, si?
Allton: Sure. Anyway, what do you boys think of this?
Frankie and Vincenzo look it over.
Vincenzo: Yeah. I’d say it gets the point across. So what’s next?
Allton: Next? Next Vincenzo, I see a little girl about an autograph.
The screen fades out with Allton sucking on the straw of his frappuccino with a smile.
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Word Count: 613