The Thomas's aren't liars!| Dylan 1
Aug 6, 2021 11:52:04 GMT -5
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Post by Dylan Thomas on Aug 6, 2021 11:52:04 GMT -5
Dave: Is that really a good idea?
Dave Branson is sitting outside a nice French Cafe overlooking the busy Paris streets, sipping a cappuccino, people watching while on the phone to Dylan Thomas.
Dylan: She’ll be under the strictest supervision of all of us, bro. You know we won’t let her just wander around the OCW arena willy-nilly.
Dave shakes his head while reading the Morning Paper - despite the fact that it’s currently 3PM in Paris.
Dave: Well she’s your kid, brother. Just be careful of that Peter Vaughn. I’ve been watching the OCW shows when I can. He’s seriously becoming unhinged! And after what you did at House of Cards?
Dylan: I know, I know, he wants my blood. But that one, he started. He can’t blame that one on us.
Dave: True.
Dylan: How’s life out in Paris, anyway? How’s your mom?
Dave: Yeah. She’s well… thanks man. Gotta admit I’m missin’ the States. How’s Sally doing?
While Dave has been in France, Dylan and Lissandra have been dog-sitting Dave’s German Shepard Sally because Lilly loves her and Dave trusts the Thomas’s with her life. Smiling, Dylan looks over at Lilly and Sally playing happily. Lilly is admittedly pulling and yanking Sally a little, but Sally is just taking it in her stride, not really caring. Lilly is obviously not hurting her.
Dylan: She’s getting on great. Lilly and Sally are just playing around with one another. You’ve gotta see this, bro. I’ll snap a pic and send it over.
Dave: Sounds good, brother. **Slight pause** Oh hey, Dyl, I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later, man. Give my love to Lilly and Liss.
Dylan: I will. See you man.
Dylan then finishes his call and heads over to Lilly and Sally. Sally, who is now laying on the floor wags her tail when she sees Dylan approach but doesn’t bother to react any more than that - either that or she can’t, she does, after all have a one and a half year old toddler crawling over her. Dylan smiles and scoops Lilly up. Sally lifts her head wondering where her playmate is now going and Lilly herself starts to whimper.
Dylan: What? Daddy can’t have time with you either? We’ve got to go find Mommy…..
At the sound of the word ‘Mommy’, Lilly stops whimpering and instead begins to giggle. Dylan rolls his eyes, kissing his daughter on the cheek.
Dylan: Ohhh! I get it! Female favouritism. Well that’s just great….
We fade out.
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We fade into Lissandra a day or two later at her office desk. Not her home office, but instead the office in downtown Hollywood. Outside the office, her secretary Mona - a young blonde who looks to be in her twenties, is constantly answering the phone not really paying much attention. That is until one in particular piques her interest.
Mona: Good afternoon, Lissandra Thomas: Publicist and Business.
: Put me through Mrs Thomas.
Mona: May I say who’s speaking?
: No. Just put me through.
Mona: Um… Sir… Unless you tell me your name I can’t put you through to Mrs Thomas.
: Fine. John Doe.
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Not understanding what the voice was doing, Mona nods and knocks on the door of Lissandra’s office.
Lissandra: Yes, Mona?
Mona: Um...Mrs Thomas? A ‘John Doe’ is on the phone for you.
Confused, Lissandra looks up from her paperwork at Mona who merely stands at the door waiting to be told what to do. Lissandra sighs.
Lissandra: Fine, fine. Put them through.
Nodding, Mona shuts the office door and moments later Lissandra picks up her phone.
Lissandra: Lissandra Thomas.
: Have you seen Jonathan Barrows’ and Peter Vaughn’s recent messages on the OCW Newswire?
Lissandra: Excuse me?
: Did you hear me stutter?
Lissandra: I’m not following you.
: JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION: HAVE YOU SEEN JONATHAN BARROWS’ AND PETER VAUGHN’S RECENT MESSAGES ON THE OCW NEWSWIRE?
Lissandra: Not yet.
: I suggest you do. And fast.
The line goes dead and Lissandra sits in awe for a few moments staring at the phone handset.
Lissandra: What...the fuck, was that?
Shrugging her shoulders, Lissandra decides to humour the ominous voice and bring up the OCW Newswire on her cell phone. On there she sees the interview between Jones and Jonathan Barrows where Barrows calls her a stupid woman.
Lissandra: Went back on their word….? Idiotic? STUPID WOMAN?!!!! That’s not how I remember things, Mr. Barrows!!
Lissandra then shuts down the video feed and angrily stands up. She presses the intercom button on her desk.
Lissandra: Mona! Get in here!
Almost instantaneously, Lissandra’s office door flies open and there stands Mona, looking concerned.
Lissandra: Hold my calls, Mona. If anyone asks, I’ve stepped out and I will not be back for the rest of the day!
Mona: Yes, ma’am. Is everything OK?
Lissandra: No. No it’s not. But it will be soon enough! And...thanks for asking. You’re a sweet girl.
With that, Lissandra flies out of the office after gathering her things and we fade out once more.
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We fade in to Dylan and the rest of the A-List Family (minus Lissandra, who is still on her way from the office) at a golf course. It has to be said that Lord Allton absolutely despises golf…..but let's face it, where else do the rich and famous of the Hollywood Elite hang out for downtime? Or ‘business meetings’?
**THWACK!!**
Dylan’s golf ball sails through the air with the wind in the perfect direction and it lands a way down the range next to the hole.
Dylan: Aww almost a hole in one!
Allton: Is....that….is that good?
Dylan: That was actually an almost perfect shot…
Allton: ‘Almost’? You seem to be losing your touch, my friend.
Dylan smirks at Allton as he makes his way into the golf cart. Vincenzo and Tank ride shotgun.
Allton: Speaking of ‘losing’.......
Dylan: Don’t start with that…
Allton: With what? The Paradigm title, man!
Dylan: I had to get revenge on Vaughn, you know that.
Allton: At what cost, my friend? At what cost? I never thought I’d say this...but Barrows may have a point.
Dylan: What?
Allton: You let sentimentality for me get in the way of business. Like I said, I appreciate the love but remember the business that we’re in, Dylan. Remember it. This is the wrestling business. You know how cut-throat it is.
Dylan: So what? I should have just let Peter get away with blindsiding you?
Vincenzo: He had it comin’ at the next Dystopia, Dylan. We coulda handled it.
Dylan is starting to feel like the naughty kid in school who is always in detention. At the hole, Dylan reaches for his putter and taps the ball. It misses the hole.
Dylan: Hey! The fuck?!
Dylan tries again and misses the shot once more. Lord Allton shakes his head.
Dylan: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!
Allton: All I’m saying is, Dylan is that you need to get that edge back. That killer instinct that I know you have within you. Everyone in the OCW considers you a laughing stock at the moment. You talk a big game and yet you choke at the final hurdle. That isn’t the Dylan Thomas that I know. Come on my boy! Get your head in the game, would you?!
Dylan, now in a rage, snaps his putter across his knee and brings out his phone just when Lissandra’s name flashes up on screen.
Dylan: Babe…. Please tell me that you have some good news for me?!
Lissandra: Not exactly. Where are you?
Dylan: With Rob and the boys at the Golf course.
Soon everyone of the A-List Family is in attendance and Lissandra shows Dylan the video of what Jonathan Barrows had to say. Lissandra pulls out her phone and films Dylan. He’s red faced and sweaty from his outburst before.
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Dylan: So… Lissandra and I went back on our word did we? That isn’t how we perceive things. Lissandra told you, Vaughn, that I would be there to help you secure your win at House of Cards. I did that, Vaughn! I did that. I made sure that your scrawny ass crawled up that ladder, I made sure that you grabbed a hold of your Craze championship and I made sure that you came away with the W. All at my own expense! What happened after the bell rang was not a part of our verbal contract. I attacked YOU after YOU won. As far as we see it…. I lived up to my end of the bargain! You wanted the win, I got you the win!
How dare you sit there in your little hospital bed and claim that I went back on my word when you know damn well that is a crock of bullshit! Now granted…. I may have been a little overly hasty - and even Allton sees things from your point of view Barrows - But that’s what having family means. And now you have the entire A-List Family against you. Lissandra and I at Under The Lights and Lord Allton and his boys at a future Dystopia down the line.
It all starts at Under The Lights, Vaughn. You might feel the righteous one in this exchange… you might be the one that feels vindicated at the end of all of this. But check the goddamn tapes - I did EXACTLY what I said I would do in regards to helping you at House of Cards and every court in the world would also see it from the A-List point of view. Hell, go ahead and ask the people! They know I’ve done nothing wrong!
Maybe at the end of Under The Lights when that Craze title has a new owner and I beat some sense into you, maybe then you’ll come around and SEE some sense!!
I admit that I got a little over hasty with helping my friends exact some early revenge but this time...this time Vaughn, I have tunnel vision. Your Craze title will be MY Craze title and with us all gunning for you, there isn’t a damn thing you or Barrows can do about it! One way or another, your time as a wrestling champion is coming to an end. You can’t stop all of us. You never could… you never will.
So I tell you what, Vaughn…...You emo out again and put that precious little mask on to make yourself out to be some kind of super villain or whatever to make you feel better. But when you’re hit with a Perfect Finisher and you’re finally brought back to reality? Maybe then...maybe then you’ll actually THANK us for helping you. I mean, by that point, the title will be slung over my shoulder or around MY waist…. But nonetheless, Vaughn. None. The. Less.
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On the way back to their mansion, Dylan stares into the car mirror, simply staring at his reflection. Suddenly his own reflection winks at him and Dylan sits in shock.
Dylan: What the fuck?!
Mirror Dylan: Hey.
Dylan: This isn’t fucking happening, right?
Mirror Dylan: Yeah. It is buddy boy! You and I have some talking to do.
Dylan shakes his head as Lissandra looks over at him and grabs his hand to rub it.
Lissandra: Baby? Are you alright?
Fade out.
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Word Count: 1,892
Dave Branson is sitting outside a nice French Cafe overlooking the busy Paris streets, sipping a cappuccino, people watching while on the phone to Dylan Thomas.
Dylan: She’ll be under the strictest supervision of all of us, bro. You know we won’t let her just wander around the OCW arena willy-nilly.
Dave shakes his head while reading the Morning Paper - despite the fact that it’s currently 3PM in Paris.
Dave: Well she’s your kid, brother. Just be careful of that Peter Vaughn. I’ve been watching the OCW shows when I can. He’s seriously becoming unhinged! And after what you did at House of Cards?
Dylan: I know, I know, he wants my blood. But that one, he started. He can’t blame that one on us.
Dave: True.
Dylan: How’s life out in Paris, anyway? How’s your mom?
Dave: Yeah. She’s well… thanks man. Gotta admit I’m missin’ the States. How’s Sally doing?
While Dave has been in France, Dylan and Lissandra have been dog-sitting Dave’s German Shepard Sally because Lilly loves her and Dave trusts the Thomas’s with her life. Smiling, Dylan looks over at Lilly and Sally playing happily. Lilly is admittedly pulling and yanking Sally a little, but Sally is just taking it in her stride, not really caring. Lilly is obviously not hurting her.
Dylan: She’s getting on great. Lilly and Sally are just playing around with one another. You’ve gotta see this, bro. I’ll snap a pic and send it over.
Dave: Sounds good, brother. **Slight pause** Oh hey, Dyl, I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later, man. Give my love to Lilly and Liss.
Dylan: I will. See you man.
Dylan then finishes his call and heads over to Lilly and Sally. Sally, who is now laying on the floor wags her tail when she sees Dylan approach but doesn’t bother to react any more than that - either that or she can’t, she does, after all have a one and a half year old toddler crawling over her. Dylan smiles and scoops Lilly up. Sally lifts her head wondering where her playmate is now going and Lilly herself starts to whimper.
Dylan: What? Daddy can’t have time with you either? We’ve got to go find Mommy…..
At the sound of the word ‘Mommy’, Lilly stops whimpering and instead begins to giggle. Dylan rolls his eyes, kissing his daughter on the cheek.
Dylan: Ohhh! I get it! Female favouritism. Well that’s just great….
We fade out.
=---------=---------=
We fade into Lissandra a day or two later at her office desk. Not her home office, but instead the office in downtown Hollywood. Outside the office, her secretary Mona - a young blonde who looks to be in her twenties, is constantly answering the phone not really paying much attention. That is until one in particular piques her interest.
Mona: Good afternoon, Lissandra Thomas: Publicist and Business.
: Put me through Mrs Thomas.Mona: May I say who’s speaking?
: No. Just put me through.Mona: Um… Sir… Unless you tell me your name I can’t put you through to Mrs Thomas.
: Fine. John Doe.-----------------
Not understanding what the voice was doing, Mona nods and knocks on the door of Lissandra’s office.
Lissandra: Yes, Mona?
Mona: Um...Mrs Thomas? A ‘John Doe’ is on the phone for you.
Confused, Lissandra looks up from her paperwork at Mona who merely stands at the door waiting to be told what to do. Lissandra sighs.
Lissandra: Fine, fine. Put them through.
Nodding, Mona shuts the office door and moments later Lissandra picks up her phone.
Lissandra: Lissandra Thomas.
: Have you seen Jonathan Barrows’ and Peter Vaughn’s recent messages on the OCW Newswire?Lissandra: Excuse me?
: Did you hear me stutter?Lissandra: I’m not following you.
: JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION: HAVE YOU SEEN JONATHAN BARROWS’ AND PETER VAUGHN’S RECENT MESSAGES ON THE OCW NEWSWIRE?Lissandra: Not yet.
: I suggest you do. And fast.The line goes dead and Lissandra sits in awe for a few moments staring at the phone handset.
Lissandra: What...the fuck, was that?
Shrugging her shoulders, Lissandra decides to humour the ominous voice and bring up the OCW Newswire on her cell phone. On there she sees the interview between Jones and Jonathan Barrows where Barrows calls her a stupid woman.
Lissandra: Went back on their word….? Idiotic? STUPID WOMAN?!!!! That’s not how I remember things, Mr. Barrows!!
Lissandra then shuts down the video feed and angrily stands up. She presses the intercom button on her desk.
Lissandra: Mona! Get in here!
Almost instantaneously, Lissandra’s office door flies open and there stands Mona, looking concerned.
Lissandra: Hold my calls, Mona. If anyone asks, I’ve stepped out and I will not be back for the rest of the day!
Mona: Yes, ma’am. Is everything OK?
Lissandra: No. No it’s not. But it will be soon enough! And...thanks for asking. You’re a sweet girl.
With that, Lissandra flies out of the office after gathering her things and we fade out once more.
=-------------=------------=
We fade in to Dylan and the rest of the A-List Family (minus Lissandra, who is still on her way from the office) at a golf course. It has to be said that Lord Allton absolutely despises golf…..but let's face it, where else do the rich and famous of the Hollywood Elite hang out for downtime? Or ‘business meetings’?
**THWACK!!**
Dylan’s golf ball sails through the air with the wind in the perfect direction and it lands a way down the range next to the hole.
Dylan: Aww almost a hole in one!
Allton: Is....that….is that good?
Dylan: That was actually an almost perfect shot…
Allton: ‘Almost’? You seem to be losing your touch, my friend.
Dylan smirks at Allton as he makes his way into the golf cart. Vincenzo and Tank ride shotgun.
Allton: Speaking of ‘losing’.......
Dylan: Don’t start with that…
Allton: With what? The Paradigm title, man!
Dylan: I had to get revenge on Vaughn, you know that.
Allton: At what cost, my friend? At what cost? I never thought I’d say this...but Barrows may have a point.
Dylan: What?
Allton: You let sentimentality for me get in the way of business. Like I said, I appreciate the love but remember the business that we’re in, Dylan. Remember it. This is the wrestling business. You know how cut-throat it is.
Dylan: So what? I should have just let Peter get away with blindsiding you?
Vincenzo: He had it comin’ at the next Dystopia, Dylan. We coulda handled it.
Dylan is starting to feel like the naughty kid in school who is always in detention. At the hole, Dylan reaches for his putter and taps the ball. It misses the hole.
Dylan: Hey! The fuck?!
Dylan tries again and misses the shot once more. Lord Allton shakes his head.
Dylan: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!
Allton: All I’m saying is, Dylan is that you need to get that edge back. That killer instinct that I know you have within you. Everyone in the OCW considers you a laughing stock at the moment. You talk a big game and yet you choke at the final hurdle. That isn’t the Dylan Thomas that I know. Come on my boy! Get your head in the game, would you?!
Dylan, now in a rage, snaps his putter across his knee and brings out his phone just when Lissandra’s name flashes up on screen.
Dylan: Babe…. Please tell me that you have some good news for me?!
Lissandra: Not exactly. Where are you?
Dylan: With Rob and the boys at the Golf course.
Soon everyone of the A-List Family is in attendance and Lissandra shows Dylan the video of what Jonathan Barrows had to say. Lissandra pulls out her phone and films Dylan. He’s red faced and sweaty from his outburst before.
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Dylan: So… Lissandra and I went back on our word did we? That isn’t how we perceive things. Lissandra told you, Vaughn, that I would be there to help you secure your win at House of Cards. I did that, Vaughn! I did that. I made sure that your scrawny ass crawled up that ladder, I made sure that you grabbed a hold of your Craze championship and I made sure that you came away with the W. All at my own expense! What happened after the bell rang was not a part of our verbal contract. I attacked YOU after YOU won. As far as we see it…. I lived up to my end of the bargain! You wanted the win, I got you the win!
How dare you sit there in your little hospital bed and claim that I went back on my word when you know damn well that is a crock of bullshit! Now granted…. I may have been a little overly hasty - and even Allton sees things from your point of view Barrows - But that’s what having family means. And now you have the entire A-List Family against you. Lissandra and I at Under The Lights and Lord Allton and his boys at a future Dystopia down the line.
It all starts at Under The Lights, Vaughn. You might feel the righteous one in this exchange… you might be the one that feels vindicated at the end of all of this. But check the goddamn tapes - I did EXACTLY what I said I would do in regards to helping you at House of Cards and every court in the world would also see it from the A-List point of view. Hell, go ahead and ask the people! They know I’ve done nothing wrong!
Maybe at the end of Under The Lights when that Craze title has a new owner and I beat some sense into you, maybe then you’ll come around and SEE some sense!!
I admit that I got a little over hasty with helping my friends exact some early revenge but this time...this time Vaughn, I have tunnel vision. Your Craze title will be MY Craze title and with us all gunning for you, there isn’t a damn thing you or Barrows can do about it! One way or another, your time as a wrestling champion is coming to an end. You can’t stop all of us. You never could… you never will.
So I tell you what, Vaughn…...You emo out again and put that precious little mask on to make yourself out to be some kind of super villain or whatever to make you feel better. But when you’re hit with a Perfect Finisher and you’re finally brought back to reality? Maybe then...maybe then you’ll actually THANK us for helping you. I mean, by that point, the title will be slung over my shoulder or around MY waist…. But nonetheless, Vaughn. None. The. Less.
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On the way back to their mansion, Dylan stares into the car mirror, simply staring at his reflection. Suddenly his own reflection winks at him and Dylan sits in shock.
Dylan: What the fuck?!
Mirror Dylan: Hey.
Dylan: This isn’t fucking happening, right?
Mirror Dylan: Yeah. It is buddy boy! You and I have some talking to do.
Dylan shakes his head as Lissandra looks over at him and grabs his hand to rub it.
Lissandra: Baby? Are you alright?
Fade out.
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Word Count: 1,892