Being Solemn, new opportunities and old friends. Dylan 1
May 26, 2021 10:58:05 GMT -5
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The Thomas’s are out in Dallas Texas, standing outside the GCWA arena looking up at the sign of the arena, deep in thought.
Dylan: It was a great almost two years though, wasn’t it?
Lissandra: It was. It’s good that Who’Re of OCW immediately offered us a job over there to work the Prison Yard match at OCW Quarantined.
Dylan: True. You know babe, just with us being there, OCW viewership is going to skyrocket once again.
Lissandra: Mmm. I regret not making the call a few years back. Instead they had to suffer those stupid twins and the damn vampire/not vampire/walking horror movie.
Dylan crosses his arms with a smirk looking at his wife.
Dylan: Well we’re there now. Hey, check in with PerZag and see how he’s doing. I wonder how long that Golden Opportunity that he’s holding holds up. We’re owed some Tag Team titles…
Lissandra: That’s a good idea.
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Fast forward a few weeks and we join Dylan and Lissandra, flanked by Leliana out in Hollywood with Lord Allton, Tank and Vincenzo at Allton’s favourite smoothie place after Lord Allton’s ‘Match’ at OCW Infected.
Allton: Dylan! Lissandra! Lilly! There’s my favourite American niece!
Allton and Lissandra kiss cheeks and hug while Dylan and Allton share a firm handshake. Allton then tickles Lilly under the chin before giving her a chocolate bar. Lilly then stands in awe at the size of Tank. Tank feeling slightly uncomfortable merely waves.
Allton: It’s so good to see both of you! Is Mr. Branson not with you?
Dylan: Unfortunately not.
Lissandra: His Mother has fallen ill. He’s had to go out to France and take care of her.
Allton: Oh no! Well please, do pass on our regards.
Lissandra: Of course.
Lord Allton downs a raspberry pavlova smoothie, enjoying every slurp.
Dylan: So how was your match in the OCW arena match?
Lord Allton begins to laugh.
Allton: Match? Oh dear.
Allton shakes his head.
Allton: Dylan my friend, it was a ‘social distance’ match.
The group sit down at a table whilst Allton orders another raspberry pavlova smoothie. He then buys Lilly an apple juice before coming back to the table. Dylan looks at Allton confused and Allton puts Lilly’s apple juice on the table allowing Lissandra to open it for her daughter.
Dylan: A what?
Allton: A social distance match, my friend.
Lissandra: What the hell is that?
Allton slurps down some smoothie with a smirk.
Allton: A match where I didn’t even touch my opponent. Not once… Yes it was certainly weird. It reminded me of the TV show Gladiators. You have that over here I believe?
Lissandra: Yes. American Gladiators…
Allton: I made him fall with a balloon. First one to fall off his podium loses. I managed to weaponise the balloon so that it headed straight towards the fool and made him fall.
The group all laugh, except for Tank who smiles.
Allton: Anyway! You are making the foray over to the OCW, are you not?
Dylan: Yeah that’s true, we are. I’m going to be taking part in the Prison Yard match.
Lissandra: An eight person match filled with people who will want to rip Dylan’s head off of his shoulders.
Dylan: …...And Peter Vaughn.
Allton: Peter fu-
Allton stops mid sentence, remembering that Lilly is in the room.
Allton: **Ahem** Peter fudging Vaughn?! Zybala still owes me my Outsiders World Title shot against him. I am the most consistent member of the Outsiders roster….
Allton looks to his two bodyguards who stare at him and cross their arms.
Allton: OK… Present company excepted of course. But to be fair, who out of the three of us WON at Double X?!
Vincenzo and Tank relent. Allton nods with a smirk.
Allton: Thank you very much!
Lissandra smiles.
Dylan: I’ll tell you what, Mikey Z is in the Prison Yard match too. I’ll kick his ass for you and then we can find out where your World Title match is for you.
Allton, Dylan and Lissandra smile and clink their drinks together, ‘cheers’ style.
Allton: So what’s next for my favourite A-List couple – I mean aside from the obvious of course.
Dylan: The obvious?
Lissandra turns to her husband and both Lissandra and Allton stare blankly.
Lissandra: Uh, baby…
Allton: You winning the OCW title, dear boy!
Dylan: Oh!
Lissandra: It’s a good job you’re gorgeous, baby.
Allton and Lissandra stare at one another and shake their heads.
Lissandra: Anyway… we’re due to be on the upcoming OCW talk show Piledriver.
Allton smiles broadly.
Allton: Ah! Hood is back is he? Excellent.
Lissandra checks her phone for the details of Piledriver.
Lissandra: Mm… No… no, it’s a guy called Cheasy M.
Allton: Good Lord! Cheesy?
Lissandra: No. Cheasy.
Allton: That’s what I said… Cheesy.
Lissandra: No you said Cheesy. It’s ‘Cheasy’. With an A.
Allton: But how could you possibly tell– You know what? Forget it… Forget it. My friends, good luck on the show and I’ll be watching Quarantined, and Dylan I cannot wait for you to become World Champion again in your career. It’s been too long for you.
Dylan: Yeah, thanks Rob. Not since the days of your fed. I mean, I’ll admit there are definitely some talented people in the Prison Yard match. Curt Canon? Outcast? Talented people – they are legends of course – but retired people are retired for a reason right? I’ll be glad to send them back to where they belong. The Wrestling Retirement Home. Hahaha…
Lissandra: Of course then Dylan has to face Zybala and Ed Houston once again and yes while they came out on top in most of their encounters, Dylan does have wins over them both.
Dylan: Most. Not all of them… But of course the Messiah of Perfection is always evolving. Re-newing my repertoire – something that Zybala and Houston have not done in a long time.
Allton smirks to himself remembering the Black Friday Bunduru match over in the GCWA – remembering when he hit Dylan’s own former finisher the Connecticutter on one of his opponents.
Dylan: Rob? You OK?
Allton smiles.
Allton: Yes of course. Dylan I was just thinking back to the time when I was on GCWA PPV and I used your Connecticutter.
Dylan and Lissandra smile themselves in remembrance.
Allton: Well my friend, seeing as I used your finisher on television…
Allton looks over to Vincenzo who puts his hand in his pocket and retrieves Lord Allton’s brass knuckles. The Lord smiles an evil smile sliding the brass knuckles over to Dylan.
Allton: Use the L.A.G. Punch. A hundred dollars says that I do it better than you do.
Dylan picks up the brass knuckles, putting them in his pocket as the two friends smile at one another and shake a gentleman’s agreement.
Dylan: A hundred bucks, eh? You’re on. Lissie, who else is in this thing?
Lissandra checks the details again before nodding her head.
Lissandra: Uh… Some fat guy called Brim – seriously who is that?
Dylan and Lissandra shrug their shoulders at one another.
Dylan: I really don’t know.
Lissandra scrolls through her phone trying to find any details on Brim.
Lissandra: Ahh! Here we go...he’s an associate of Bathroom Break.
Suddenly Dylan bursts out laughing like a school kid all while Allton looks on bewildered.
Allton: ‘Bathroom Break’?
Dylan: A guy named Duce Jones. No joke! Duce!
Allton: Charmed, I’m sure.
Dylan: Well if he’s an associate of Duce, I don’t have to worry about the guy too much I see. Everything will work out for itself there.
Lissandra smirks.
Lissandra: The way I see it, the clear winner in the match is Dylan. I mean it’s either has been, so called legends, people that Dylan has beaten already or in the case of Brim...people that are associated with people that Dylan has already beaten.
Allton: You know my friends, I could not agree any more. Dylan I do believe that you have this in the bag.
Allton then checks the time on his phone.
Allton: Ah but if you will excuse me, I have an engagement that I am running late for. Boys! Let us be off. Dylan, good luck at Quarantined – not that you need it of course. And when we meet up again, and you’re holding that OCW World Championship, I owe you two a drink.
Allton looks down at Lilly and gives her a hug.
Allton: And you! You’re growing too fast, Miss! Slow down. Hahaha… Goodbye friends.
Dylan: Bye man. You’ll be owing me a hundred dollars soon enough.
Allton, Vincenzo and Tank all smile and wave as they head out of the door of the smoothie place as Dylan and Lissandra look on with smiles on their face. Suddenly an alarm goes off on Lissandra’s phone.
Dylan: What’s that?
Lissandra: Ah I put this alarm on my phone to remind me to go over the upcoming Piledriver with you. Now, obviously I don’t know what Cheasy is going to be like until we get there but I have a feeling that his interviews won’t be as fun to do as Hood’s were.
Dylan: Yeah he was cool. This ‘Cheasy’ guy – if that even is his real name will probably just ask us about what I’ll be doing at the Prison Yard Match, say how awesome we are and that will be it. Regardless when the match finally rolls around, I’ll be kicking everyone’s backside anyway.
We fade out for now.
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Dylan: It was a great almost two years though, wasn’t it?
Lissandra: It was. It’s good that Who’Re of OCW immediately offered us a job over there to work the Prison Yard match at OCW Quarantined.
Dylan: True. You know babe, just with us being there, OCW viewership is going to skyrocket once again.
Lissandra: Mmm. I regret not making the call a few years back. Instead they had to suffer those stupid twins and the damn vampire/not vampire/walking horror movie.
Dylan crosses his arms with a smirk looking at his wife.
Dylan: Well we’re there now. Hey, check in with PerZag and see how he’s doing. I wonder how long that Golden Opportunity that he’s holding holds up. We’re owed some Tag Team titles…
Lissandra: That’s a good idea.
=----=----=----=----=
Fast forward a few weeks and we join Dylan and Lissandra, flanked by Leliana out in Hollywood with Lord Allton, Tank and Vincenzo at Allton’s favourite smoothie place after Lord Allton’s ‘Match’ at OCW Infected.
Allton: Dylan! Lissandra! Lilly! There’s my favourite American niece!
Allton and Lissandra kiss cheeks and hug while Dylan and Allton share a firm handshake. Allton then tickles Lilly under the chin before giving her a chocolate bar. Lilly then stands in awe at the size of Tank. Tank feeling slightly uncomfortable merely waves.
Allton: It’s so good to see both of you! Is Mr. Branson not with you?
Dylan: Unfortunately not.
Lissandra: His Mother has fallen ill. He’s had to go out to France and take care of her.
Allton: Oh no! Well please, do pass on our regards.
Lissandra: Of course.
Lord Allton downs a raspberry pavlova smoothie, enjoying every slurp.
Dylan: So how was your match in the OCW arena match?
Lord Allton begins to laugh.
Allton: Match? Oh dear.
Allton shakes his head.
Allton: Dylan my friend, it was a ‘social distance’ match.
The group sit down at a table whilst Allton orders another raspberry pavlova smoothie. He then buys Lilly an apple juice before coming back to the table. Dylan looks at Allton confused and Allton puts Lilly’s apple juice on the table allowing Lissandra to open it for her daughter.
Dylan: A what?
Allton: A social distance match, my friend.
Lissandra: What the hell is that?
Allton slurps down some smoothie with a smirk.
Allton: A match where I didn’t even touch my opponent. Not once… Yes it was certainly weird. It reminded me of the TV show Gladiators. You have that over here I believe?
Lissandra: Yes. American Gladiators…
Allton: I made him fall with a balloon. First one to fall off his podium loses. I managed to weaponise the balloon so that it headed straight towards the fool and made him fall.
The group all laugh, except for Tank who smiles.
Allton: Anyway! You are making the foray over to the OCW, are you not?
Dylan: Yeah that’s true, we are. I’m going to be taking part in the Prison Yard match.
Lissandra: An eight person match filled with people who will want to rip Dylan’s head off of his shoulders.
Dylan: …...And Peter Vaughn.
Allton: Peter fu-
Allton stops mid sentence, remembering that Lilly is in the room.
Allton: **Ahem** Peter fudging Vaughn?! Zybala still owes me my Outsiders World Title shot against him. I am the most consistent member of the Outsiders roster….
Allton looks to his two bodyguards who stare at him and cross their arms.
Allton: OK… Present company excepted of course. But to be fair, who out of the three of us WON at Double X?!
Vincenzo and Tank relent. Allton nods with a smirk.
Allton: Thank you very much!
Lissandra smiles.
Dylan: I’ll tell you what, Mikey Z is in the Prison Yard match too. I’ll kick his ass for you and then we can find out where your World Title match is for you.
Allton, Dylan and Lissandra smile and clink their drinks together, ‘cheers’ style.
Allton: So what’s next for my favourite A-List couple – I mean aside from the obvious of course.
Dylan: The obvious?
Lissandra turns to her husband and both Lissandra and Allton stare blankly.
Lissandra: Uh, baby…
Allton: You winning the OCW title, dear boy!
Dylan: Oh!
Lissandra: It’s a good job you’re gorgeous, baby.
Allton and Lissandra stare at one another and shake their heads.
Lissandra: Anyway… we’re due to be on the upcoming OCW talk show Piledriver.
Allton smiles broadly.
Allton: Ah! Hood is back is he? Excellent.
Lissandra checks her phone for the details of Piledriver.
Lissandra: Mm… No… no, it’s a guy called Cheasy M.
Allton: Good Lord! Cheesy?
Lissandra: No. Cheasy.
Allton: That’s what I said… Cheesy.
Lissandra: No you said Cheesy. It’s ‘Cheasy’. With an A.
Allton: But how could you possibly tell– You know what? Forget it… Forget it. My friends, good luck on the show and I’ll be watching Quarantined, and Dylan I cannot wait for you to become World Champion again in your career. It’s been too long for you.
Dylan: Yeah, thanks Rob. Not since the days of your fed. I mean, I’ll admit there are definitely some talented people in the Prison Yard match. Curt Canon? Outcast? Talented people – they are legends of course – but retired people are retired for a reason right? I’ll be glad to send them back to where they belong. The Wrestling Retirement Home. Hahaha…
Lissandra: Of course then Dylan has to face Zybala and Ed Houston once again and yes while they came out on top in most of their encounters, Dylan does have wins over them both.
Dylan: Most. Not all of them… But of course the Messiah of Perfection is always evolving. Re-newing my repertoire – something that Zybala and Houston have not done in a long time.
Allton smirks to himself remembering the Black Friday Bunduru match over in the GCWA – remembering when he hit Dylan’s own former finisher the Connecticutter on one of his opponents.
Dylan: Rob? You OK?
Allton smiles.
Allton: Yes of course. Dylan I was just thinking back to the time when I was on GCWA PPV and I used your Connecticutter.
Dylan and Lissandra smile themselves in remembrance.
Allton: Well my friend, seeing as I used your finisher on television…
Allton looks over to Vincenzo who puts his hand in his pocket and retrieves Lord Allton’s brass knuckles. The Lord smiles an evil smile sliding the brass knuckles over to Dylan.
Allton: Use the L.A.G. Punch. A hundred dollars says that I do it better than you do.
Dylan picks up the brass knuckles, putting them in his pocket as the two friends smile at one another and shake a gentleman’s agreement.
Dylan: A hundred bucks, eh? You’re on. Lissie, who else is in this thing?
Lissandra checks the details again before nodding her head.
Lissandra: Uh… Some fat guy called Brim – seriously who is that?
Dylan and Lissandra shrug their shoulders at one another.
Dylan: I really don’t know.
Lissandra scrolls through her phone trying to find any details on Brim.
Lissandra: Ahh! Here we go...he’s an associate of Bathroom Break.
Suddenly Dylan bursts out laughing like a school kid all while Allton looks on bewildered.
Allton: ‘Bathroom Break’?
Dylan: A guy named Duce Jones. No joke! Duce!
Allton: Charmed, I’m sure.
Dylan: Well if he’s an associate of Duce, I don’t have to worry about the guy too much I see. Everything will work out for itself there.
Lissandra smirks.
Lissandra: The way I see it, the clear winner in the match is Dylan. I mean it’s either has been, so called legends, people that Dylan has beaten already or in the case of Brim...people that are associated with people that Dylan has already beaten.
Allton: You know my friends, I could not agree any more. Dylan I do believe that you have this in the bag.
Allton then checks the time on his phone.
Allton: Ah but if you will excuse me, I have an engagement that I am running late for. Boys! Let us be off. Dylan, good luck at Quarantined – not that you need it of course. And when we meet up again, and you’re holding that OCW World Championship, I owe you two a drink.
Allton looks down at Lilly and gives her a hug.
Allton: And you! You’re growing too fast, Miss! Slow down. Hahaha… Goodbye friends.
Dylan: Bye man. You’ll be owing me a hundred dollars soon enough.
Allton, Vincenzo and Tank all smile and wave as they head out of the door of the smoothie place as Dylan and Lissandra look on with smiles on their face. Suddenly an alarm goes off on Lissandra’s phone.
Dylan: What’s that?
Lissandra: Ah I put this alarm on my phone to remind me to go over the upcoming Piledriver with you. Now, obviously I don’t know what Cheasy is going to be like until we get there but I have a feeling that his interviews won’t be as fun to do as Hood’s were.
Dylan: Yeah he was cool. This ‘Cheasy’ guy – if that even is his real name will probably just ask us about what I’ll be doing at the Prison Yard Match, say how awesome we are and that will be it. Regardless when the match finally rolls around, I’ll be kicking everyone’s backside anyway.
We fade out for now.
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Word Count:1,589