Post by Dylan Thomas on Jan 21, 2024 12:05:31 GMT -5
The City of Angels. Los Angeles, California. The city where Lissandra and Dylan hang their hats. The city where their beautiful daughter Lilly was born. The city where Dylan Thomas….died.
Fortune: It’s a strange prospect isn’t it? One moment, you’re riding high, on top of the mountain, standing atop the metaphorical Mount Everest with people at your back, watching your six. The next, you’re ascending even higher, standing by yourself as Champion
Alexandra Calaway, you are no doubt one of the best in the business today. You are after all, the PWA United States champion. But after my win at Christmas Chaos, Dylan Thomas is once again on the rise. And although our match at New Year's Massacre is a non title affair, believe me when I say that I will be treating our match as if it is a title match. And I will do anything and everything that I can to win.
And Alex, I do mean ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. It's been my new year's resolution to do better in the ring - to get back to my good fortunes and winning ways and this time I’m not going to need a weird cult at my back to do it.
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We join the Thomas’s out at a fairground. The trio are enjoying having a look around and going on the various rides. Lilly is chowing down on some candy floss and wanting to go on various rides when the trio suddenly come across the tent of Madame Zazzie, fortune teller. Lissandra suddenly gets excited.
Lissandra: Oh babe! Baby! I love these things. Come on, let’s go in!
Dylan: You have got to be kidding me, baby? Fortune tellers are a farce! A sham! A scam, even.
Lissandra: Aw, come on baby. Just humour me, yeah?
Dylan is about to say something when the air around them suddenly becomes dense and they hear a shout from within the tent. It is the voice of an old woman: This is Madame Zazzie!
Zazzie: Dylan Thomas! Hear me!
Lissandra gasps.
Lissandra: She knows your name, baby!
Dylan rolls his eyes, unimpressed.
Dylan: Well, yeah… we’re famous, babe. That’s not saying much.
Zazzie: Enter…..Dylan Thomas and hear your fortune.
The Thomas's pull back the entrance to the tent and enter through. Inside it is dark and the air is even denser than it was outside. At a dark, round mahogany table sits an elderly woman who is as thin as a skeleton. She gestures for the Thomas’s to sit down. Taking one look at Lilly, the woman smirks underneath her veil which covers her face.
Zazzie: The child is beautiful.
Lissandra: Thank-you.
Dylan: Yeah, we know.
Lissandra elbows Dylan in the ribs and Madame Zazzie looks at him sternly.
Zazzie: You do not believe in my talents, Dylan?
Dylan: To be frank, lady…no I don’t.
Zazzie: Hmph. Well, let me show you.
Madame Zazzie waves her arms and the screen fades out Scooby Doo/Wayne’s World style. When the screen fades back in, Dylan is on his own standing in a field. Madame Zazzie is gone, Lissandra is gone. Hell, Lilly is gone!
Dylan: Lissie?! Lilly?!!
Dylan looks around when suddenly there is a huge explosion!
Dylan: Is that cannon fire?! Oh shit, here we go again…
Dylan makes his way up a nearby hill towards the sound of the cannon fire, doing his best to avoid any damage. At the top of the hill, surrounded by his army of American soldiers, appears to be the first President of the United States - General George Washington himself!
Washington: FIRE!
The cannon is loaded and explodes again. Dylan cannot believe his eyes as he looks over at Washington. Washington looks over following the cannonball as it flies through the air to the enemy below. He then smiles, watching his enemies be blown to smithereens.
Washington: Good shot, very good shot! Be proud men.
Washington looks over his shoulder and sees Dylan standing there with his mouth wide open.
Washington: You there, boy! What say you? Approach!
Dylan stands there, not able to move. He cannot believe his eyes… George freaking Washington is standing in front of him!
Washington: Are you deaf boy? I said approach!
Dylan: Uh….yes, sir!
Dylan walks towards Washington and is still in awe of seeing George freaking Washington.
Washington: What’s your name, boy? I don’t believe I’ve met you before.
Dylan: It’s an honour to meet you, Mr. President. I’m Dylan.
Washington: Haha! President? Oh no, Dylan my boy. I’m not President. At least not yet.
Dylan: How goes the war?
Washington: It goes well. Our fight against those bastard English will be over soon enough. Ah, but alas… There is but one problem, my dear boy. Tell me, Dylan… Can you fight?
Dylan: Fight, sir? Yes. I can fight. In fact I’m about to wrestle a woman.
Washington: What you do in the bedroom, Dylan, is not my affair.
Dylan: What? Oh no sir. I’m from the future. In my timeline, I’m a wrestler and I’m going to be wrestling a match vs a woman called Alexandra Calaway.
Washington: Hahaha! Oh, Dylan my boy! Women cannot fight!
Dylan: Anyway, what is this problem that you’re having sir? Perhaps I can sort it for you.
Washington: I fear that a man has betrayed me, Dylan. I fear the man has betrayed not only me, but America herself.
Dylan: Who is this man, sir? And where is he?
Washington: You may have heard of him, boy: Benedict Arnold.
The screen fades out.
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The screen fades back in and Dylan is standing outside of a fort. Suddenly a buff looking Native American man in a hood grabs Dylan from behind and shoves him against a tree. The man holds a blade against Dylan’s throat. Looking down, Dylan can see that the blade is attached to the man's wrist.
Man: Who are you and what are you doing here?! Speak! Before I split open your gut!
Dylan: Dylan Thomas. And if I'm not mistaken, you're Connor aren't you of the Assassin Brotherhood in Colonial America?
Connor: What?! How do you know such details?!
Dylan: Look bro, it's a long story. Why don't you take that knife away from my throat and I'll tell you later.
Connor says nothing, continuing to hold his blade to Dylan’s throat for a few more seconds before he sighs and relent.
Connor:.. Fine. Maybe I could use you as a distraction or something, anyway.
Dylan: What are you doing here, anyway?
Connor: I have a contract in this fort. Benedict Arnold.
Dylan: I see. Well I'll let you do your thing and keep watch for you out here.
Connor nods and starts climbing the wall of the fort and Dylan sits down on a nearby rock. He looks into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, with a smirk.
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Dylan: Alexandra, queen of Americana. The PWA United States Champion….. It's been a hell of a day for Dylan Thomas. I don’t know how the hell I’ve travelled back in time to the 1700s. I certainly don’t know how I’ve met an actual fictitious character from the Assassin’s Creed series of video games.
But! It has made me think about my match at New Year’s Massacre with you, Alex.
George Washington was and indeed still is regarded as an American hero after his actions within the War of Independence - and rightly so. Just as you are the PWA United States Champion. A champion of the American people…
But as with any great protagonist and hero in a story there must also be a great antagonist. And Alex… you’re my antagonist.
Dylan smirks.
Though this match is not for the United States Championship, there’s much bigger stakes at play here, than a title belt so the fact that it’s a non-title match, it doesn’t matter to me. At least not this time… For you see, remember out in Djibouti, two years ago? You were in a stable called the Paramount right? With Alice Knight, CJ O’Donnell and Ed Houston.
Well two years ago out in Djibouti I beat Alice Knight at the Big Game Hunting pay-per-view. I beat CJ in the first round of a best of five series on Lord Allton’s Equality, and then he ran away, never to be seen in OCW ever again. I faced Houston back in the GCWA for their World title and though I came up short in that affair, I did beat him to within an inch of his life before the match.
The only one left Alexandra Calaway…is you. At New Year’s Massacre, I’m going to face you with everything I can muster. I’m going to tie you up in the Hollywood Cloverleaf and make you scream - just as I did Alice Knight two years ago. I’m going to drop you and rupture your stomach just as I did to CJ and Ed with the Perfect Finisher.
Us of the A-List Family envisioned a gang war between you guys of the Paramount but you all scattered to the wind before we could make the magic happen, Alex. I would say that it was due to fear but I’ve been watching your tag team record Alex… All of the stablemates and tag team partners that you have had since joining OCW Alex, have left you on the wayside. Paramount…..CYPHER…. I’m sure that there are no doubt more in your past….. And I’m sure that there are more than even I have forgotten. But Alex, we can forget all about gang wars at New Year’s Massacre because New Year’s Massacre is where no doubt we get to steal the show.
And WHEN I beat you at New Year’s Massacre we can do it all again, at a later date with the title on the line.
I hope, Alex, unlike your stablemates and tag team partners, you show up at New Year’s Massacre because my win at the show is going to be nothing short of Perfection, Personified.
See you at the show, Alex.
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Dylan turns back to the fort wall just in time to see Connor climb back over the wall.
Dylan: Did you do it?
Connor: I am a Master Assassin. Of course I did.
Dylan: Well, OK then!
Connor: Let’s get out of here before his body is discovered.
Dylan: You didn’t hide it?
Connor: No.
The two men then run from the fort as fast as they possibly can before they hear bells ring out and a hell of a lot of shouting. Finally, they make it back to a pub in a nearby town where Connor cracks open a beer. Dylan is exhausted.
Dylan: Phew! How do you make it over the rooftops like that? I could never do that.
Connor: The parkour? Every assassin is trained in it, even from a young age like me. It is the advantage given to us over our enemies. But you still haven’t told me how you know all about me.
Dylan: This is going to be hard for you to believe, but you are a fictional character, Connor. You don’t live in the real world.
Connor: I don’t understand.
Dylan: Believe me, neither do I. Like, at all. I don’t even know how I made it here.
Connor: What do you mean?
Dylan: Look at my clothes, Connor.
Connor: Yes, you are wearing some very strange garments.
Dylan: This is going to sound strange to you, I’m sure… but I’m from the future. I was spending the day with my wife and infant daughter and then suddenly…. **poof ** here I am.
Connor smiles to himself.
Connor: Dylan, it is not as strange as you would think.
Dylan: Ah, you’re referring to the Apples of Eden?
Connor: Yes I am.
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This conversation carries on until suddenly Dylan can hear the faint voice of Lissandra.
Lissandra: Dylan! Dylan! What’s the matter baby? Are you OK?
Dylan: Lissie?! Can you hear me?
Lissandra: Dylan, for God’s sake, what’s the matter? Wake up?
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Before Dylan knows it, the screen does the Scooby Doo/Wayne’s World thing once again and Dylan is back to the fortune teller’s tent back in sunny California. Madame Zazzie muses out loud.
Zazzie: Hahahaha… Do you believe me now?
Lissandra: What did you do to him?
Zazzie: ‘Do’, sweetie? What did I ‘do’? I sent him on a trip.
Dylan: And what a trip it was! Lissie, babe…. I met George Washington! I…I met an assassin.
Lissandra: Ho-kay…
Dylan: Madame Zazzie… I don’t know how you did it, but damnit. You made a believer out of me.
Madame Zazzie smiles and nods knowingly.
Zazzie: With all of this being said, Dylan… will you now accept your fortune being told by me?
Dylan: I would, Madame Zazzie. I would, very much indeed.
Dylan sits down at the table and Madame Zazzie reaches across the table, taking hold of Dylan’s hand, tentatively. She then looks at Dylan, straight in his eyes after staring down at his hands.
Zazzie: Hm… I see… I see you at a wrestling event.
Dylan: Yeah, that is true.
Zazzie: Ssh. Ssh, ssh…Ssh!
Dylan: Sorry. Go on.
Zazzie: You are wrestling in an event…vs a woman!
Dylan: Again… very true.
Zazzie: Ssh!
Dylan: Sorry.
Zazzie: Ah but this event is not for a championship, hm?
Dylan: No.
With her free hand, Zazzie presses a finger to her lips, silencing Dylan once again.
Zazzie: Wait. Something else is coming through. Yesssssss. It is you Mr. Thomas holding aloft above your head a championship belt.
Dylan: Can you see which one?
Zazzie: It does not say. Ah, but! Yes! The clouds clear even more. Mr. Thomas, I can see you standing at a podium!
Dylan: A podium?
Zazzie: A podium surrounded by a lot of reporters and Paparazzi….
Dylan: OK.
Zazzie: Though you are older, Mr. Thomas - about sixty years old.
Dylan: OK? Do you know what I am saying?
The screen fades out.
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The screen fades in once again and we are in a room with a podium on stage with photographers and reporters talking over each other in constant noise. Suddenly a man emerges on stage from behind the curtain and immediately the reporters and photographers immediately cease talking.
Man: Thank -you for coming today. Today we are very fortunate… Today we have a legend of the wrestling business to talk to us, just before his beautiful daughter Lelliana gets married in just a few days…Ladies and gentlemen… the once known as the Heart and Soul and Gatekeeper of OCW…..with his beautiful wife Lissandra……..Perfection Personified Dylan Thomas!!!!!!!!
Everybody in the room claps and a now grey Dylan and Lissandra make their way to the podium waving as they do. When they reach the podium Dylan stands behind it. Dylan and Lissandra kiss and Lissandra sits down behind Dylan on a nearby chair.
Dylan: Thank-you everyone for that lovely warm welcome. I’ve had a hell of a career in my life. But I’m here, back in the city I called home for many years - Los Angeles - to inform you all that I’m finally in the twilight of my career I think. My little girl gets married in just a few days and I think it’s about time to bring my career to an end. I wanted to thank you for supporting Perfection Personified over the years, it’s been a blast. Thank you.
A reporter raises her hand and Dylan nods.
Dylan: Yeah?
Reporter: Mr. Thomas… this is certainly a surprise. I’m sure that I’m not the only one who believed that you still had at least one more match inside you.
Dylan smiles with a nod.
Reporter: But do you think, Mr. Thomas…. You could tell us what remains as one of your favourite matches in your career?
Dylan: Alexandra Calaway, New Year’s Massacre, the year 2024 still remains one of my top favourites. I still believe she was a hell of an opponent. Thirty years ago and she’s still one of my best opponents I think. Who agrees?
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Before any of the reporters can answer, the screen fizzles back to modern day with young Dylan and Lissandra in Madame Zazzie’s tent.
Dylan: Wow.
Lissandra: Oh my God.
Dylan: I know.
Lissandra: Look at my wrinkles!
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The City of Angels. Los Angeles, California. The city where Dylan Thomas…. (well at least his career, if the fortune teller’s predictions are to be believed…..) DIED. Can Dylan defeat Alexandra Calaway, the PWA United States Champion? Of course he can. However, the question is WILL he at New Year’s Massacre… Tune in to the show to find out!
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Fortune: It’s a strange prospect isn’t it? One moment, you’re riding high, on top of the mountain, standing atop the metaphorical Mount Everest with people at your back, watching your six. The next, you’re ascending even higher, standing by yourself as Champion
Alexandra Calaway, you are no doubt one of the best in the business today. You are after all, the PWA United States champion. But after my win at Christmas Chaos, Dylan Thomas is once again on the rise. And although our match at New Year's Massacre is a non title affair, believe me when I say that I will be treating our match as if it is a title match. And I will do anything and everything that I can to win.
And Alex, I do mean ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. It's been my new year's resolution to do better in the ring - to get back to my good fortunes and winning ways and this time I’m not going to need a weird cult at my back to do it.
=================================================================
We join the Thomas’s out at a fairground. The trio are enjoying having a look around and going on the various rides. Lilly is chowing down on some candy floss and wanting to go on various rides when the trio suddenly come across the tent of Madame Zazzie, fortune teller. Lissandra suddenly gets excited.
Lissandra: Oh babe! Baby! I love these things. Come on, let’s go in!
Dylan: You have got to be kidding me, baby? Fortune tellers are a farce! A sham! A scam, even.
Lissandra: Aw, come on baby. Just humour me, yeah?
Dylan is about to say something when the air around them suddenly becomes dense and they hear a shout from within the tent. It is the voice of an old woman: This is Madame Zazzie!
Zazzie: Dylan Thomas! Hear me!
Lissandra gasps.
Lissandra: She knows your name, baby!
Dylan rolls his eyes, unimpressed.
Dylan: Well, yeah… we’re famous, babe. That’s not saying much.
Zazzie: Enter…..Dylan Thomas and hear your fortune.
The Thomas's pull back the entrance to the tent and enter through. Inside it is dark and the air is even denser than it was outside. At a dark, round mahogany table sits an elderly woman who is as thin as a skeleton. She gestures for the Thomas’s to sit down. Taking one look at Lilly, the woman smirks underneath her veil which covers her face.
Zazzie: The child is beautiful.
Lissandra: Thank-you.
Dylan: Yeah, we know.
Lissandra elbows Dylan in the ribs and Madame Zazzie looks at him sternly.
Zazzie: You do not believe in my talents, Dylan?
Dylan: To be frank, lady…no I don’t.
Zazzie: Hmph. Well, let me show you.
Madame Zazzie waves her arms and the screen fades out Scooby Doo/Wayne’s World style. When the screen fades back in, Dylan is on his own standing in a field. Madame Zazzie is gone, Lissandra is gone. Hell, Lilly is gone!
Dylan: Lissie?! Lilly?!!
Dylan looks around when suddenly there is a huge explosion!
Dylan: Is that cannon fire?! Oh shit, here we go again…
Dylan makes his way up a nearby hill towards the sound of the cannon fire, doing his best to avoid any damage. At the top of the hill, surrounded by his army of American soldiers, appears to be the first President of the United States - General George Washington himself!
Washington: FIRE!
The cannon is loaded and explodes again. Dylan cannot believe his eyes as he looks over at Washington. Washington looks over following the cannonball as it flies through the air to the enemy below. He then smiles, watching his enemies be blown to smithereens.
Washington: Good shot, very good shot! Be proud men.
Washington looks over his shoulder and sees Dylan standing there with his mouth wide open.
Washington: You there, boy! What say you? Approach!
Dylan stands there, not able to move. He cannot believe his eyes… George freaking Washington is standing in front of him!
Washington: Are you deaf boy? I said approach!
Dylan: Uh….yes, sir!
Dylan walks towards Washington and is still in awe of seeing George freaking Washington.
Washington: What’s your name, boy? I don’t believe I’ve met you before.
Dylan: It’s an honour to meet you, Mr. President. I’m Dylan.
Washington: Haha! President? Oh no, Dylan my boy. I’m not President. At least not yet.
Dylan: How goes the war?
Washington: It goes well. Our fight against those bastard English will be over soon enough. Ah, but alas… There is but one problem, my dear boy. Tell me, Dylan… Can you fight?
Dylan: Fight, sir? Yes. I can fight. In fact I’m about to wrestle a woman.
Washington: What you do in the bedroom, Dylan, is not my affair.
Dylan: What? Oh no sir. I’m from the future. In my timeline, I’m a wrestler and I’m going to be wrestling a match vs a woman called Alexandra Calaway.
Washington: Hahaha! Oh, Dylan my boy! Women cannot fight!
Dylan: Anyway, what is this problem that you’re having sir? Perhaps I can sort it for you.
Washington: I fear that a man has betrayed me, Dylan. I fear the man has betrayed not only me, but America herself.
Dylan: Who is this man, sir? And where is he?
Washington: You may have heard of him, boy: Benedict Arnold.
The screen fades out.
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The screen fades back in and Dylan is standing outside of a fort. Suddenly a buff looking Native American man in a hood grabs Dylan from behind and shoves him against a tree. The man holds a blade against Dylan’s throat. Looking down, Dylan can see that the blade is attached to the man's wrist.
Man: Who are you and what are you doing here?! Speak! Before I split open your gut!
Dylan: Dylan Thomas. And if I'm not mistaken, you're Connor aren't you of the Assassin Brotherhood in Colonial America?
Connor: What?! How do you know such details?!
Dylan: Look bro, it's a long story. Why don't you take that knife away from my throat and I'll tell you later.
Connor says nothing, continuing to hold his blade to Dylan’s throat for a few more seconds before he sighs and relent.
Connor:.. Fine. Maybe I could use you as a distraction or something, anyway.
Dylan: What are you doing here, anyway?
Connor: I have a contract in this fort. Benedict Arnold.
Dylan: I see. Well I'll let you do your thing and keep watch for you out here.
Connor nods and starts climbing the wall of the fort and Dylan sits down on a nearby rock. He looks into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, with a smirk.
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Dylan: Alexandra, queen of Americana. The PWA United States Champion….. It's been a hell of a day for Dylan Thomas. I don’t know how the hell I’ve travelled back in time to the 1700s. I certainly don’t know how I’ve met an actual fictitious character from the Assassin’s Creed series of video games.
But! It has made me think about my match at New Year’s Massacre with you, Alex.
George Washington was and indeed still is regarded as an American hero after his actions within the War of Independence - and rightly so. Just as you are the PWA United States Champion. A champion of the American people…
But as with any great protagonist and hero in a story there must also be a great antagonist. And Alex… you’re my antagonist.
Dylan smirks.
Though this match is not for the United States Championship, there’s much bigger stakes at play here, than a title belt so the fact that it’s a non-title match, it doesn’t matter to me. At least not this time… For you see, remember out in Djibouti, two years ago? You were in a stable called the Paramount right? With Alice Knight, CJ O’Donnell and Ed Houston.
Well two years ago out in Djibouti I beat Alice Knight at the Big Game Hunting pay-per-view. I beat CJ in the first round of a best of five series on Lord Allton’s Equality, and then he ran away, never to be seen in OCW ever again. I faced Houston back in the GCWA for their World title and though I came up short in that affair, I did beat him to within an inch of his life before the match.
The only one left Alexandra Calaway…is you. At New Year’s Massacre, I’m going to face you with everything I can muster. I’m going to tie you up in the Hollywood Cloverleaf and make you scream - just as I did Alice Knight two years ago. I’m going to drop you and rupture your stomach just as I did to CJ and Ed with the Perfect Finisher.
Us of the A-List Family envisioned a gang war between you guys of the Paramount but you all scattered to the wind before we could make the magic happen, Alex. I would say that it was due to fear but I’ve been watching your tag team record Alex… All of the stablemates and tag team partners that you have had since joining OCW Alex, have left you on the wayside. Paramount…..CYPHER…. I’m sure that there are no doubt more in your past….. And I’m sure that there are more than even I have forgotten. But Alex, we can forget all about gang wars at New Year’s Massacre because New Year’s Massacre is where no doubt we get to steal the show.
And WHEN I beat you at New Year’s Massacre we can do it all again, at a later date with the title on the line.
I hope, Alex, unlike your stablemates and tag team partners, you show up at New Year’s Massacre because my win at the show is going to be nothing short of Perfection, Personified.
See you at the show, Alex.
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Dylan turns back to the fort wall just in time to see Connor climb back over the wall.
Dylan: Did you do it?
Connor: I am a Master Assassin. Of course I did.
Dylan: Well, OK then!
Connor: Let’s get out of here before his body is discovered.
Dylan: You didn’t hide it?
Connor: No.
The two men then run from the fort as fast as they possibly can before they hear bells ring out and a hell of a lot of shouting. Finally, they make it back to a pub in a nearby town where Connor cracks open a beer. Dylan is exhausted.
Dylan: Phew! How do you make it over the rooftops like that? I could never do that.
Connor: The parkour? Every assassin is trained in it, even from a young age like me. It is the advantage given to us over our enemies. But you still haven’t told me how you know all about me.
Dylan: This is going to be hard for you to believe, but you are a fictional character, Connor. You don’t live in the real world.
Connor: I don’t understand.
Dylan: Believe me, neither do I. Like, at all. I don’t even know how I made it here.
Connor: What do you mean?
Dylan: Look at my clothes, Connor.
Connor: Yes, you are wearing some very strange garments.
Dylan: This is going to sound strange to you, I’m sure… but I’m from the future. I was spending the day with my wife and infant daughter and then suddenly…. **poof ** here I am.
Connor smiles to himself.
Connor: Dylan, it is not as strange as you would think.
Dylan: Ah, you’re referring to the Apples of Eden?
Connor: Yes I am.
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This conversation carries on until suddenly Dylan can hear the faint voice of Lissandra.
Lissandra: Dylan! Dylan! What’s the matter baby? Are you OK?
Dylan: Lissie?! Can you hear me?
Lissandra: Dylan, for God’s sake, what’s the matter? Wake up?
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Before Dylan knows it, the screen does the Scooby Doo/Wayne’s World thing once again and Dylan is back to the fortune teller’s tent back in sunny California. Madame Zazzie muses out loud.
Zazzie: Hahahaha… Do you believe me now?
Lissandra: What did you do to him?
Zazzie: ‘Do’, sweetie? What did I ‘do’? I sent him on a trip.
Dylan: And what a trip it was! Lissie, babe…. I met George Washington! I…I met an assassin.
Lissandra: Ho-kay…
Dylan: Madame Zazzie… I don’t know how you did it, but damnit. You made a believer out of me.
Madame Zazzie smiles and nods knowingly.
Zazzie: With all of this being said, Dylan… will you now accept your fortune being told by me?
Dylan: I would, Madame Zazzie. I would, very much indeed.
Dylan sits down at the table and Madame Zazzie reaches across the table, taking hold of Dylan’s hand, tentatively. She then looks at Dylan, straight in his eyes after staring down at his hands.
Zazzie: Hm… I see… I see you at a wrestling event.
Dylan: Yeah, that is true.
Zazzie: Ssh. Ssh, ssh…Ssh!
Dylan: Sorry. Go on.
Zazzie: You are wrestling in an event…vs a woman!
Dylan: Again… very true.
Zazzie: Ssh!
Dylan: Sorry.
Zazzie: Ah but this event is not for a championship, hm?
Dylan: No.
With her free hand, Zazzie presses a finger to her lips, silencing Dylan once again.
Zazzie: Wait. Something else is coming through. Yesssssss. It is you Mr. Thomas holding aloft above your head a championship belt.
Dylan: Can you see which one?
Zazzie: It does not say. Ah, but! Yes! The clouds clear even more. Mr. Thomas, I can see you standing at a podium!
Dylan: A podium?
Zazzie: A podium surrounded by a lot of reporters and Paparazzi….
Dylan: OK.
Zazzie: Though you are older, Mr. Thomas - about sixty years old.
Dylan: OK? Do you know what I am saying?
The screen fades out.
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The screen fades in once again and we are in a room with a podium on stage with photographers and reporters talking over each other in constant noise. Suddenly a man emerges on stage from behind the curtain and immediately the reporters and photographers immediately cease talking.
Man: Thank -you for coming today. Today we are very fortunate… Today we have a legend of the wrestling business to talk to us, just before his beautiful daughter Lelliana gets married in just a few days…Ladies and gentlemen… the once known as the Heart and Soul and Gatekeeper of OCW…..with his beautiful wife Lissandra……..Perfection Personified Dylan Thomas!!!!!!!!
Everybody in the room claps and a now grey Dylan and Lissandra make their way to the podium waving as they do. When they reach the podium Dylan stands behind it. Dylan and Lissandra kiss and Lissandra sits down behind Dylan on a nearby chair.
Dylan: Thank-you everyone for that lovely warm welcome. I’ve had a hell of a career in my life. But I’m here, back in the city I called home for many years - Los Angeles - to inform you all that I’m finally in the twilight of my career I think. My little girl gets married in just a few days and I think it’s about time to bring my career to an end. I wanted to thank you for supporting Perfection Personified over the years, it’s been a blast. Thank you.
A reporter raises her hand and Dylan nods.
Dylan: Yeah?
Reporter: Mr. Thomas… this is certainly a surprise. I’m sure that I’m not the only one who believed that you still had at least one more match inside you.
Dylan smiles with a nod.
Reporter: But do you think, Mr. Thomas…. You could tell us what remains as one of your favourite matches in your career?
Dylan: Alexandra Calaway, New Year’s Massacre, the year 2024 still remains one of my top favourites. I still believe she was a hell of an opponent. Thirty years ago and she’s still one of my best opponents I think. Who agrees?
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Before any of the reporters can answer, the screen fizzles back to modern day with young Dylan and Lissandra in Madame Zazzie’s tent.
Dylan: Wow.
Lissandra: Oh my God.
Dylan: I know.
Lissandra: Look at my wrinkles!
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The City of Angels. Los Angeles, California. The city where Dylan Thomas…. (well at least his career, if the fortune teller’s predictions are to be believed…..) DIED. Can Dylan defeat Alexandra Calaway, the PWA United States Champion? Of course he can. However, the question is WILL he at New Year’s Massacre… Tune in to the show to find out!
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