Shining with the A-List: Part 4
Jan 14, 2022 11:41:05 GMT -5
Marcus Welsh, Veronica Strader, and 1 more like this
Post by Dylan Thomas on Jan 14, 2022 11:41:05 GMT -5
Well, well well this has been a long time now, hasn’t it folks? But don’t worry! Your favourite OCW TV show is back for another episode! What’s that? ‘At Home With the Dravers Twins’ is your favourite show? Get out. No, we’re serious… get out. Stop reading and leave.
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Wait! Wait! OK we were bluffing. We need the numbers!
Still there? Phew.
We won’t do that again, promise. Anyway, welcome one and all to episode 4 of….
We open to the affluent neighbourhood of Hollywood, California where the Thomas’s reside in their huge mansion. George is in the driveway washing the limousine and he notices the camera.
George: Oh hello. Mr. and Mrs Thomas said you would be arriving today. However unfortunately they’ve just had to step out.
The cameraman asks where we can find our favourite A-List couple.
George: Eh? Sorry. I’m a little on the deaf side.
Cameraman: Where can we find them, George?
George: No, I don’t need a cup of tea. I’ve just had one, thank-you though.
The camera cuts out.
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When we come back, we open to the streets of Detroit Michigan, with Dylan and Lissandra staring at the camera with smiles on their faces.
Lissandra: Hey guys and welcome to Detroit!
Dylan: As you lot - the OCW Faithful - know, it’s here in Detroit that I face Vee Strader at OCW’s Access Denied event. Now, I’ll be honest with you guys, I’ve never heard of a ‘Mean Streets of Detroit’ match. I don’t see how finding a belt hidden somewhere in a blocked off area of Detroit constitutes as a wrestling match. But I will say this: Lissie doesn’t this match concept remind you of something?
Lissandra: No, not really. As you said… we’ve never had anything like this before.
Dylan: So I’m the only one that’s reminded of 2011’s PlayStation classic Batman: Arkham City?
Lissandra looks at Dylan blankly for a few moments.
Lissandra: Please, sweetie… please don’t let that mean that you’re going to be dressing up as Batman for this match.
Dylan: What? No. No of course not! I was merely making a comparison.
Lissandra: Oh thank God!
Lissandra then turns towards the camera once again.
Lissandra: So then, let’s take a look around, shall we?
The camera turns and films some slums of houses. Dirt covers the windows, grime covers the doorways. These houses look derelict and yet there’s noises coming from every one of them.
Dylan: It’s a crying shame that there are people living like this.
Lissandra: Yeah. I never had to but I know you and your mom grew up very similar to this.
?: HEY GET THAT FUCKIN’ CAMERA OUTTA HERE WILL YA? WE AIN’T A FUCKIN’ LOAD OF CHARITY CASES.
The camera switches off abruptly.
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We fade in seemingly a few hours later when it seems to be getting dark. Dylan and Lissandra are now seemingly in a park. They’re wandering around near an archway where a few homeless people are standing by a bin with a fire in it. Suddenly one of the homeless people catches their attention.
Homeless man: Dylan! Lissandra! What brings you here?
Lissandra: Rufus?! We could ask you the same question.
Dylan: Last time we saw you, we were feeding you at that homeless shelter back in Los Angeles! How’d you get to Detroit?
Rufus: Bah! That homeless shelter was bullshit…. Besides, I'm actually from here anyway. It took some doin’ but you know what they say. Home sweet fuckin’ home!!
Rufus chuckles, taking a swig from a bottle of……..something. He offers Dylan and Lissandra a taste but they both decline after having a smell of whatever it is. Rufus shrugs.
Rufus: Suit ya selves. Now, I answered your question. How about you answer mine?
Rufus chuckles again, this time playfully punching Dylan in the arm.
Dylan: I’ve got a match coming up, right here in Detroit Michigan, Rufus.
The sound of a crowd cheering echoes through our TV/PC screens -whatever you happen to be watching this episode on and Lissandra waggles her eyebrows at the camera.
Lissandra: Yes, ladies and gentlemen. That was indeed a Cheap Pop!
Rufus looks at Lissandra confused.
Rufus: Y’what Lissie?
Lissandra: Nothing, Rufus. Nothing.
Rufus: A match, huh? ‘Gainst who?
Dylan: A woman known as Veronica Strader. She’s very good in the ring. It’s gonna be a hell of a fight.
Rufus: A woman, you say? Ain’t no shame in fightin’ a good woman, Dylan. But you make sure you kick ‘er ass for me? For ol’ Rusty….
Dylan: Rusty? Who’s Rusty?
Rufus: I am.
Lissandra: I think you’ve had a bit too much of that….whatever that is.
She points at the bottle. Rufus lifts it up, as she does so.
Lissandra: You’re Rufus. Not Rusty!
Rufus: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I knew that, gorgeous. Hehehe!! I was just playin’ wit’ ya.
The Thomas’s then look at the camera in disbelief before Rufus puts a very dirty, smelly hand on Dylan’s shoulder.
Rufus: Hey, you two… come with me. There’s somethin’ I gotta show you.
The camera fades out and fades back in to elsewhere in the park where there are more homeless people around. But something catches Dylan and Lissandra’s attention. A makeshift ring made out of car tyres, planks of wood and ropes. In the ring there are two homeless men having a brawl - one much bigger than the other. Dylan, Lissandra and Rufus stand there watching the action. Dylan and Lissandra with their mouths agape. Rufus, his arms crossed and a massive smirk on his face. The camera films the two homeless people having the fight for a few moments. The larger man grabs the smaller man by the throat and slams him down, keeping the hold applied when the smaller man taps out on the massive homeless man’s arm.
Dylan: What in the blue hell is this, Rufus?
Rufus: It’s a bit of fun…. See the big guy?
Dylan: He’s gotta be at least 6’8, I’d guess 350lbs?
Rufus: Good eye! That’s Big Jack Crudd. Mean sonofabitch. Hogs all the food that the rest of us manage to scrounge for his’self. Says he deserves it as he’s the best fighter out of all of us. So far, he’s been proven right. Now it ain’t fair but thems the homeless rules out here. And you, my boy, are my ticket to winnin’ finally!
Dylan: ME?! WHY ME?
Rufus: Well… you’d be doin’ yet another charitable thing for ya old pal AND I daresay you need a tune-up for your match. Now, ya in or are ya out?
Dylan sighs, weighing his options.
Lissandra: What you’re saying Rufus, is that guy is a bully.
Rufus: This ain’t school sweetheart. But yeah. That’s what I’m sayin’.
Dylan: OK. OK. I’m in.
Rufus ecstatically claps his hands!
Rufus: HA HA! GREAT! You wait right there and I’ll let ‘im know you’re next up.
Rufus walks away towards the makeshift ring. The smaller man is no longer in the ring and Big Jack Crudd is celebrating his win, much to the dismay of the other homeless men and women surrounding the ring. Dylan looks at Lissandra with apprehension before looking at the camera.
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Dylan: Vee Strader we’ve had quite the run as of late haven’t we? You with the sublime second grade poetry and me getting a hold of your personal security guard. All for what, exactly? Championship gold. I wouldn’t do anything different in the lead up to our match - hell even me wearing the Sub-Zero costume in the Sub-Zero match at Death March. The event that you seem so fixated on. Why? Because it led me to you, Strader. It led me to perhaps the greatest professional female wrestler walking the planet today.
You were brought into OCW by Marcus Welsh himself yes, but it’s on your own merit that brought you to his attention. Welsh may have opened the door, but let’s face it, Strader. You didn’t need it opening when you could have kicked open the door yourself. Strader - Veronica… You may very well be Welsh’s next pet project, but what happens, Strader, when you lose that Trans-Atlantic title? Oh, sure. Sure, it’s all roses now, but you can only hold that title for so long. You’re not invincible Veronica. You’re good. Great even! One of the fucking best - a bone-a-fied hall of famer in the making, of that there is no doubt. But no-one, however much they like to say that they are, is a Forever Champion.
Strader I genuinely mean this with all the respect that a wrestler of your calibre is due: I’m coming for you and that Trans-Atlantic title that you hold so dear. Because you deserve an opponent that’s going to give you a fight for that title. As it should be done. That’s why I helped you against Cross and Grenier last week. I want you in top fighting shape so that at Access Denied, there will be no doubt. There can be no doubt in anyone’s mind - especially yours - that my win at Access Denied will be nothing short of Perfection Personified!
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Rufus: Dylan!
Rufus comes walking back over to where Dylan and Lissandra are waiting. Rufus slaps Dylan on the back.
Rufus: He’s ready for ya, kid. Now remember: No pressure, but it’s everyone’s livelihood that you’re fightin’ for here. He-hehehe!
Dylan: No pressure. Right. Thanks Rufus.
Lissandra: Good luck, baby.
Dylan looks at Big Jack Crudd who bashes his hand into his palm, ready to go. The three of them then walk over, through the crowd of homeless people as they all pat Dylan on the back in encouragement. Dylan climbs into the ring eyeing Crudd as he does so. There is a clear mismatch between the two, but if Dylan can face off against OCW legend that is The Big Bifford and survive being turned into Bifford’s own brand of Chicken sandwiches - ‘chicken’ right - then he can survive this monster homeless person. Right? Right?
The camera abruptly cuts to black!
Aww. Sorry. Are we keeping you in suspense? Are you itching to find out what happens? Craving it? Longing for it? Good. That’s what we’re good at here in the A-List Family - making our fans come back for more!
What happened during the fight between Dylan and Big Jack Crudd? You can find out in part 5 of Shining With The A-List. What we do know though is this: Dylan Thomas is damn sure ready for Vee Strader. She’s a confident woman that is for damn certain - and as well she should be! She’s the Champ! Vee Strader wisely is not taking our boy for granted but neither is he either, In another life and in another time Dylan Thomas and Veronica Strader could have even potentially become tag team partners.
Will that ever happen?
We’re gonna go ahead and take a guess to say no. But these two combatants certainly have what it takes to either regain the Trans-Atlantic Championship or gain it. But whatever happens fans, I’ve gotta say that these two could certainly steal the show at Access Denied and THAT is even with Chad Vargas and Curt Canon on the card. We’ll see you next time on Shining With The A-List!
Oh, and bring popcorn next time. You’ll need it. Trust us - and if you feel like bringing us some, then we like either toffee or sweet. None of that salty shit!
Cheers.
Bye!
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Word Count: 1,912
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Wait! Wait! OK we were bluffing. We need the numbers!
Still there? Phew.
We won’t do that again, promise. Anyway, welcome one and all to episode 4 of….
SHINING WITH THE A-LIST
We open to the affluent neighbourhood of Hollywood, California where the Thomas’s reside in their huge mansion. George is in the driveway washing the limousine and he notices the camera.
George: Oh hello. Mr. and Mrs Thomas said you would be arriving today. However unfortunately they’ve just had to step out.
The cameraman asks where we can find our favourite A-List couple.
George: Eh? Sorry. I’m a little on the deaf side.
Cameraman: Where can we find them, George?
George: No, I don’t need a cup of tea. I’ve just had one, thank-you though.
The camera cuts out.
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When we come back, we open to the streets of Detroit Michigan, with Dylan and Lissandra staring at the camera with smiles on their faces.
Lissandra: Hey guys and welcome to Detroit!
Dylan: As you lot - the OCW Faithful - know, it’s here in Detroit that I face Vee Strader at OCW’s Access Denied event. Now, I’ll be honest with you guys, I’ve never heard of a ‘Mean Streets of Detroit’ match. I don’t see how finding a belt hidden somewhere in a blocked off area of Detroit constitutes as a wrestling match. But I will say this: Lissie doesn’t this match concept remind you of something?
Lissandra: No, not really. As you said… we’ve never had anything like this before.
Dylan: So I’m the only one that’s reminded of 2011’s PlayStation classic Batman: Arkham City?
Lissandra looks at Dylan blankly for a few moments.
Lissandra: Please, sweetie… please don’t let that mean that you’re going to be dressing up as Batman for this match.
Dylan: What? No. No of course not! I was merely making a comparison.
Lissandra: Oh thank God!
Lissandra then turns towards the camera once again.
Lissandra: So then, let’s take a look around, shall we?
The camera turns and films some slums of houses. Dirt covers the windows, grime covers the doorways. These houses look derelict and yet there’s noises coming from every one of them.
Dylan: It’s a crying shame that there are people living like this.
Lissandra: Yeah. I never had to but I know you and your mom grew up very similar to this.
?: HEY GET THAT FUCKIN’ CAMERA OUTTA HERE WILL YA? WE AIN’T A FUCKIN’ LOAD OF CHARITY CASES.
The camera switches off abruptly.
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We fade in seemingly a few hours later when it seems to be getting dark. Dylan and Lissandra are now seemingly in a park. They’re wandering around near an archway where a few homeless people are standing by a bin with a fire in it. Suddenly one of the homeless people catches their attention.
Homeless man: Dylan! Lissandra! What brings you here?
Lissandra: Rufus?! We could ask you the same question.
Dylan: Last time we saw you, we were feeding you at that homeless shelter back in Los Angeles! How’d you get to Detroit?
Rufus: Bah! That homeless shelter was bullshit…. Besides, I'm actually from here anyway. It took some doin’ but you know what they say. Home sweet fuckin’ home!!
Rufus chuckles, taking a swig from a bottle of……..something. He offers Dylan and Lissandra a taste but they both decline after having a smell of whatever it is. Rufus shrugs.
Rufus: Suit ya selves. Now, I answered your question. How about you answer mine?
Rufus chuckles again, this time playfully punching Dylan in the arm.
Dylan: I’ve got a match coming up, right here in Detroit Michigan, Rufus.
The sound of a crowd cheering echoes through our TV/PC screens -whatever you happen to be watching this episode on and Lissandra waggles her eyebrows at the camera.
Lissandra: Yes, ladies and gentlemen. That was indeed a Cheap Pop!
Rufus looks at Lissandra confused.
Rufus: Y’what Lissie?
Lissandra: Nothing, Rufus. Nothing.
Rufus: A match, huh? ‘Gainst who?
Dylan: A woman known as Veronica Strader. She’s very good in the ring. It’s gonna be a hell of a fight.
Rufus: A woman, you say? Ain’t no shame in fightin’ a good woman, Dylan. But you make sure you kick ‘er ass for me? For ol’ Rusty….
Dylan: Rusty? Who’s Rusty?
Rufus: I am.
Lissandra: I think you’ve had a bit too much of that….whatever that is.
She points at the bottle. Rufus lifts it up, as she does so.
Lissandra: You’re Rufus. Not Rusty!
Rufus: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I knew that, gorgeous. Hehehe!! I was just playin’ wit’ ya.
The Thomas’s then look at the camera in disbelief before Rufus puts a very dirty, smelly hand on Dylan’s shoulder.
Rufus: Hey, you two… come with me. There’s somethin’ I gotta show you.
The camera fades out and fades back in to elsewhere in the park where there are more homeless people around. But something catches Dylan and Lissandra’s attention. A makeshift ring made out of car tyres, planks of wood and ropes. In the ring there are two homeless men having a brawl - one much bigger than the other. Dylan, Lissandra and Rufus stand there watching the action. Dylan and Lissandra with their mouths agape. Rufus, his arms crossed and a massive smirk on his face. The camera films the two homeless people having the fight for a few moments. The larger man grabs the smaller man by the throat and slams him down, keeping the hold applied when the smaller man taps out on the massive homeless man’s arm.
Dylan: What in the blue hell is this, Rufus?
Rufus: It’s a bit of fun…. See the big guy?
Dylan: He’s gotta be at least 6’8, I’d guess 350lbs?
Rufus: Good eye! That’s Big Jack Crudd. Mean sonofabitch. Hogs all the food that the rest of us manage to scrounge for his’self. Says he deserves it as he’s the best fighter out of all of us. So far, he’s been proven right. Now it ain’t fair but thems the homeless rules out here. And you, my boy, are my ticket to winnin’ finally!
Dylan: ME?! WHY ME?
Rufus: Well… you’d be doin’ yet another charitable thing for ya old pal AND I daresay you need a tune-up for your match. Now, ya in or are ya out?
Dylan sighs, weighing his options.
Lissandra: What you’re saying Rufus, is that guy is a bully.
Rufus: This ain’t school sweetheart. But yeah. That’s what I’m sayin’.
Dylan: OK. OK. I’m in.
Rufus ecstatically claps his hands!
Rufus: HA HA! GREAT! You wait right there and I’ll let ‘im know you’re next up.
Rufus walks away towards the makeshift ring. The smaller man is no longer in the ring and Big Jack Crudd is celebrating his win, much to the dismay of the other homeless men and women surrounding the ring. Dylan looks at Lissandra with apprehension before looking at the camera.
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Dylan: Vee Strader we’ve had quite the run as of late haven’t we? You with the sublime second grade poetry and me getting a hold of your personal security guard. All for what, exactly? Championship gold. I wouldn’t do anything different in the lead up to our match - hell even me wearing the Sub-Zero costume in the Sub-Zero match at Death March. The event that you seem so fixated on. Why? Because it led me to you, Strader. It led me to perhaps the greatest professional female wrestler walking the planet today.
You were brought into OCW by Marcus Welsh himself yes, but it’s on your own merit that brought you to his attention. Welsh may have opened the door, but let’s face it, Strader. You didn’t need it opening when you could have kicked open the door yourself. Strader - Veronica… You may very well be Welsh’s next pet project, but what happens, Strader, when you lose that Trans-Atlantic title? Oh, sure. Sure, it’s all roses now, but you can only hold that title for so long. You’re not invincible Veronica. You’re good. Great even! One of the fucking best - a bone-a-fied hall of famer in the making, of that there is no doubt. But no-one, however much they like to say that they are, is a Forever Champion.
Strader I genuinely mean this with all the respect that a wrestler of your calibre is due: I’m coming for you and that Trans-Atlantic title that you hold so dear. Because you deserve an opponent that’s going to give you a fight for that title. As it should be done. That’s why I helped you against Cross and Grenier last week. I want you in top fighting shape so that at Access Denied, there will be no doubt. There can be no doubt in anyone’s mind - especially yours - that my win at Access Denied will be nothing short of Perfection Personified!
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Rufus: Dylan!
Rufus comes walking back over to where Dylan and Lissandra are waiting. Rufus slaps Dylan on the back.
Rufus: He’s ready for ya, kid. Now remember: No pressure, but it’s everyone’s livelihood that you’re fightin’ for here. He-hehehe!
Dylan: No pressure. Right. Thanks Rufus.
Lissandra: Good luck, baby.
Dylan looks at Big Jack Crudd who bashes his hand into his palm, ready to go. The three of them then walk over, through the crowd of homeless people as they all pat Dylan on the back in encouragement. Dylan climbs into the ring eyeing Crudd as he does so. There is a clear mismatch between the two, but if Dylan can face off against OCW legend that is The Big Bifford and survive being turned into Bifford’s own brand of Chicken sandwiches - ‘chicken’ right - then he can survive this monster homeless person. Right? Right?
The camera abruptly cuts to black!
Aww. Sorry. Are we keeping you in suspense? Are you itching to find out what happens? Craving it? Longing for it? Good. That’s what we’re good at here in the A-List Family - making our fans come back for more!
What happened during the fight between Dylan and Big Jack Crudd? You can find out in part 5 of Shining With The A-List. What we do know though is this: Dylan Thomas is damn sure ready for Vee Strader. She’s a confident woman that is for damn certain - and as well she should be! She’s the Champ! Vee Strader wisely is not taking our boy for granted but neither is he either, In another life and in another time Dylan Thomas and Veronica Strader could have even potentially become tag team partners.
Will that ever happen?
We’re gonna go ahead and take a guess to say no. But these two combatants certainly have what it takes to either regain the Trans-Atlantic Championship or gain it. But whatever happens fans, I’ve gotta say that these two could certainly steal the show at Access Denied and THAT is even with Chad Vargas and Curt Canon on the card. We’ll see you next time on Shining With The A-List!
Oh, and bring popcorn next time. You’ll need it. Trust us - and if you feel like bringing us some, then we like either toffee or sweet. None of that salty shit!
Cheers.
Bye!
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Word Count: 1,912