Shining with the A-List: Episode 5.
Jan 22, 2022 10:21:00 GMT -5
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Post by Dylan Thomas on Jan 22, 2022 10:21:00 GMT -5
Greetings fans! Welcome to episode five of Shining With the A-List. Last time we left our boy, Dylan Thomas was exploring Detroit, Michigan with darling wife Lissandra, to get into the mindset of facing Veronica Strader at Access Denied. The match is a ‘Mean Streets of Detroit’ match, so our favourite A-List couple took to the Mean Streets of Detroit.
This was where they met Rufus, a homeless man that they helped feed at a shelter back in Los Angeles. They remembered him and he, them. And this is how our boy Dylan got into a brawl with Big Jack Crudd.
Big Jack Crudd. A monster of a homeless man. At 6’8 and a good 350lbs, Crudd had been using his sheer size to intimidate his fellow homeless into giving him their food that they managed to scrounge - and using the makeshift ring to beat other homeless senseless. Crudd claimed to be the best homeless fighter in Detroit so deserved the food.
This is where our boy stepped in. Rufus had a good feeling that Dylan could beat Crudd and they both thought that this would be a great warm up for Dylan’s match at Access Denied. Dylan after all faced off against The Big Bifford in one of his first matches with GCWA.
And hell, if he could survive that, then he must be able to survive Crudd and get past Strader to become the new OCW Trans-Atlantic Champion. Right? Let’s head back to Detroit and find out!
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The scene opens with Dylan Thomas standing across the ring from the monster that is Big Jack Crudd. The two men walk to the centre of the ring with Crudd laughing at his smaller opponent.
Crudd: So little man… you’re a wress’ler eh?
Dylan: That’s right.
Crudd: Wrestlin’ is fake, bitch! Out here, I own the streets. Y’hear me? Big Jack Crudd. The ‘Monster of Michigan’. I’m gonna make you my bitch tonight.
Dylan: You finished?
Crudd: Ya what?
Dylan: I said, are you finished?
Crudd: You’re not scared of me, eh?
Dylan: Believe it or not, Crudd, I’ve faced off against bigger than you. So no, not really. Now, are we doing this or what? Or are you just gonna mouth off all night? Because really, that used to be my thing so really I could sue you for gimmick infringement. And besides I’m only here because I’ve got an opponent coming up and she is going to provide a hell of a lot more of a challenge next week than you ever will. So, are you ready?
Crudd stares blankly at what Dylan says but Dylan just shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
Dylan: **Sigh** Never mind.
With the big guy distracted Dylan deals out a few punches to Crudd’s head. Crudd shakes his head and tries to grab Dylan but Thomas is much fleeter on his feet and manages to dodge each grab attempt. Dylan ducks under another grab, kicking Crudd in the knee, follows it up with a second kick and then runs into the ‘ropes’ that are normal ropes being held together by duct tape around the tires that make up the makeshift turnbuckles.
Dylan bounces off of these ropes, ropes that scratch his back as he runs against them, and delivers a huge dropkick to Crudd’s head that actually takes the big man off of his feet! The crowd of homeless goes wild! Lissandra claps ecstatically and Rufus takes a celebratory swig from whatever he was drinking before and leans in to Lissandra.
Rufus: Crudd’s never left his feet before! I knew this would work!
Lissandra: Yeah? Wooooooo!! Go baby, go!!
Instinctively, Dylan leaps on top of Crudd, trying to lock in a guillotine choke to try and end this quickly but Crudd is still too strong. He grabs a hold of one of Dylan’s arms and manages to separate the lock. Crudd then stands, still holding Dylan’s arm. He then grabs hold of Dylan’s throat and lifts him high above his head.
Crudd: Huh huh huh. This is how I beat the other bitch before you!
Rufus: Oh shit.
Lissandra: No!
Crudd: You can’t beat me, little man… I’m gonna win again.
Dylan: Not ……….today!
With Dylan still being held high above Crudd’s head, about to be slammed down, Dylan kicks out at Crudd’s head furiously but accurately. It takes five shots for Crudd to finally let go and Dylan drops to the floor, holding his throat. The big man stumbles back and Dylan sees this so runs at him, jumping on his back, locking in a sleeper hold! Crudd stumbles around but Dylan keeps the hold locked on.
Dylan: I hope you’re watching this Strader…
From Dylan’s position he can see that Lissandra has the camera out and is filming every part of the action. Dylan smirks, kicking Crudd in the lower spine, making him fall to one knee. Dylan from there, with the sleeper hold still applied, yanks backwards, making Crudd fall. With the two of them on the mat, Dylan continues to keep the pressure of the sleeper on, until he can feel Crudd getting heavier on top of him.
Homeless Woman in the crowd: Crudd’s passed out!
The crowd of homeless people cheer immensely and Dylan shoves Crudd off of him. Rufus and Lissandra climb in and Dylan stands up. Husband and wife hug while Rufus goes over to the pile of food behind the ring and begins to throw it into the crowd.
Dylan: You get it all on camera?
Lissandra: You know I did baby. And soon Rob will find it funny that you used the BarrySlayer to beat the giant.
The crowd cheers again and Dylan and Lissandra hug once more before Dylan walks over to Crudd who is now once again starting to wake up. He sits up, his knees bent up to his chest with a shocked look on his face. When Dylan goes over to Crudd, he holds his hand out for a handshake. Crudd looks up at Dylan.
Crudd: I…I’ve never been beaten before.
Dylan: I can see why. You’re a hell of a challenge.
Crudd accepts the help to stand up and the two shake hands.
Crudd: I guess wresslin ain’t so fake after all, kid. I’ll straight up admit it. You got me.
Dylan: So you’ll leave these people and their food alone now?
Crudd looks over at Rufus handing out the food. He takes a few moments and nods his head.
Crudd: On my honour, kid. On my honour. Matter of fact….
Crudd walks over to the ropes and climbs out of the ring, before walking over to Rufus and the food. The two lock eyes and then Crudd takes some of the food off of Rufus. People start to object but Crudd ignores them, taking the food over to a particularly feeble looking old woman at the edge of the crowd. At first she is scared but he stands over her, giving her the food. She takes it and everyone begins to cheer. Dylan leans on the ropes with a smile before climbing out of the ring with Lissandra not far behind as the screen fades out.
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When we fade back in, the Thomas’s are back under the archway where they first saw Rufus, before. Rufus is celebrating.
Rufus: It’s a good thing that you did today my boy. We all thank you.
Dylan: No problem Rufus.
Dylan checks his watch.
Dylan: But uh…. Hey, we better be going, take care, Rufus.
Rufus: Ah no problem. Good luck against that woman.
Dylan and Lissandra walk away, hand in hand as the camera fades out.
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It’s the next morning now and Dylan and Lissandra have made their way to one of the rooftops of the ‘mean streets’ of Detroit looking out over the view.
Dylan: Hmph.
Lissandra: What is it baby?
Dylan: Veronica Strader threw her sister off the roof of the OCW arena, didn’t she?
Lissandra: Um… something like that.
Dylan: I’ll have to be mindful of that.
Dylan walks towards the edge of the building, looking down at the streets below.
Lissandra: Yeah. Let’s try and not have a repeat of that Piledriver episode, eh baby?
Dylan steps back from the edge, remembering what he went through during his battles with Peter Vaughn. And how that episode of Piledriver ended when Dylan and Vaughn came crashing through the desk of Cheasy M from the studio rafters.
Dylan: Right. Right.
Dylan suddenly turns to the camera with eyes of steel. The usual cocky smirk is not there.
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Dylan: Veronica Strader… we’ve had our fun. The jabs at one another… but I think you’ll agree that the games stop now. I stand here on this rooftop looking out at the buildings of Detroit. And I think to myself how Detroit is known as the Murder City. I daresay that you would feel right at home.
But the thing is Strader, so do I. Everyone knows that I like to have my fun…. But when it comes down to it, Strader, it’s time for war. You say, Veronica, that ‘not even Dylan Thomas can stop you' from being the Tran-Atlantic Champion… You say that I disrespect the sport of pro-wrestling because you haven’t seen me get into ring shape. Newsflash, Strader: I am ALWAYS in ring shape and ready to go so don’t you sit there all high and mighty and claim that I disrespect professional wrestling. Because that’s simply not the case. I love our sport, just as much as you do. Maybe even more so. And I can dethrone you as the Trans-Atlantic Champion. Either I dethrone you, Strader at Access Denied or I die trying.
No, that is not hyperbole.
Strader, seeing as you like roof tops so much, why don’t we begin the match on one? On this one right here in fact. I throw you off of the edge of this rooftop and you crack your skull open like an egg. Boom, Instant win. Or maybe we fight our way over to some crack house and I jab a needle in your arm or even your neck, DEXTER Morgan style. You flop to the ground, I find the title…. Dylan Thomas wins.
You say that you want to use me as the measuring stick to see just how far you have come in such a short space of time… Well you’re already the current Trans-Atlantic Champion. I would think that that should tell you all that you need to know….Strader, I said before that I respect your talent and you deserve all the credit in the world for getting where you currently are. Marcus Welsh sees dollar signs with you. He sees marquees lighting up with your name in the main event!
But does that all change if you lose the belt? Does Welsh’s new Cash Cow dry up if she loses her belt? Does she have the guts to find out? Do you want to find out, Strader?
Hit me with everything you have on January 30th because I damn sure as hell am going to do exactly the same!
I’ll use your words, Ronnie…..
Tick tock…tick tock….
The Perfection Personified reign starts mere days from now.
TICK. TOCK!
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The screen fades to black with Dylan staring with intent into the camera.
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Wow! Wasn’t that intense?! Dylan Thomas is definitely focused on taking down Veronica Strader. Can he do it? Can our boy overcome everything and take down Veronica Strader? She is on a roll of course so it’ll be a hell of a fight. Who will win? Find out, January 30 at Access Denied!
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This was where they met Rufus, a homeless man that they helped feed at a shelter back in Los Angeles. They remembered him and he, them. And this is how our boy Dylan got into a brawl with Big Jack Crudd.
Big Jack Crudd. A monster of a homeless man. At 6’8 and a good 350lbs, Crudd had been using his sheer size to intimidate his fellow homeless into giving him their food that they managed to scrounge - and using the makeshift ring to beat other homeless senseless. Crudd claimed to be the best homeless fighter in Detroit so deserved the food.
This is where our boy stepped in. Rufus had a good feeling that Dylan could beat Crudd and they both thought that this would be a great warm up for Dylan’s match at Access Denied. Dylan after all faced off against The Big Bifford in one of his first matches with GCWA.
And hell, if he could survive that, then he must be able to survive Crudd and get past Strader to become the new OCW Trans-Atlantic Champion. Right? Let’s head back to Detroit and find out!
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The scene opens with Dylan Thomas standing across the ring from the monster that is Big Jack Crudd. The two men walk to the centre of the ring with Crudd laughing at his smaller opponent.
Crudd: So little man… you’re a wress’ler eh?
Dylan: That’s right.
Crudd: Wrestlin’ is fake, bitch! Out here, I own the streets. Y’hear me? Big Jack Crudd. The ‘Monster of Michigan’. I’m gonna make you my bitch tonight.
Dylan: You finished?
Crudd: Ya what?
Dylan: I said, are you finished?
Crudd: You’re not scared of me, eh?
Dylan: Believe it or not, Crudd, I’ve faced off against bigger than you. So no, not really. Now, are we doing this or what? Or are you just gonna mouth off all night? Because really, that used to be my thing so really I could sue you for gimmick infringement. And besides I’m only here because I’ve got an opponent coming up and she is going to provide a hell of a lot more of a challenge next week than you ever will. So, are you ready?
Crudd stares blankly at what Dylan says but Dylan just shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
Dylan: **Sigh** Never mind.
With the big guy distracted Dylan deals out a few punches to Crudd’s head. Crudd shakes his head and tries to grab Dylan but Thomas is much fleeter on his feet and manages to dodge each grab attempt. Dylan ducks under another grab, kicking Crudd in the knee, follows it up with a second kick and then runs into the ‘ropes’ that are normal ropes being held together by duct tape around the tires that make up the makeshift turnbuckles.
Dylan bounces off of these ropes, ropes that scratch his back as he runs against them, and delivers a huge dropkick to Crudd’s head that actually takes the big man off of his feet! The crowd of homeless goes wild! Lissandra claps ecstatically and Rufus takes a celebratory swig from whatever he was drinking before and leans in to Lissandra.
Rufus: Crudd’s never left his feet before! I knew this would work!
Lissandra: Yeah? Wooooooo!! Go baby, go!!
Instinctively, Dylan leaps on top of Crudd, trying to lock in a guillotine choke to try and end this quickly but Crudd is still too strong. He grabs a hold of one of Dylan’s arms and manages to separate the lock. Crudd then stands, still holding Dylan’s arm. He then grabs hold of Dylan’s throat and lifts him high above his head.
Crudd: Huh huh huh. This is how I beat the other bitch before you!
Rufus: Oh shit.
Lissandra: No!
Crudd: You can’t beat me, little man… I’m gonna win again.
Dylan: Not ……….today!
With Dylan still being held high above Crudd’s head, about to be slammed down, Dylan kicks out at Crudd’s head furiously but accurately. It takes five shots for Crudd to finally let go and Dylan drops to the floor, holding his throat. The big man stumbles back and Dylan sees this so runs at him, jumping on his back, locking in a sleeper hold! Crudd stumbles around but Dylan keeps the hold locked on.
Dylan: I hope you’re watching this Strader…
From Dylan’s position he can see that Lissandra has the camera out and is filming every part of the action. Dylan smirks, kicking Crudd in the lower spine, making him fall to one knee. Dylan from there, with the sleeper hold still applied, yanks backwards, making Crudd fall. With the two of them on the mat, Dylan continues to keep the pressure of the sleeper on, until he can feel Crudd getting heavier on top of him.
Homeless Woman in the crowd: Crudd’s passed out!
The crowd of homeless people cheer immensely and Dylan shoves Crudd off of him. Rufus and Lissandra climb in and Dylan stands up. Husband and wife hug while Rufus goes over to the pile of food behind the ring and begins to throw it into the crowd.
Dylan: You get it all on camera?
Lissandra: You know I did baby. And soon Rob will find it funny that you used the BarrySlayer to beat the giant.
The crowd cheers again and Dylan and Lissandra hug once more before Dylan walks over to Crudd who is now once again starting to wake up. He sits up, his knees bent up to his chest with a shocked look on his face. When Dylan goes over to Crudd, he holds his hand out for a handshake. Crudd looks up at Dylan.
Crudd: I…I’ve never been beaten before.
Dylan: I can see why. You’re a hell of a challenge.
Crudd accepts the help to stand up and the two shake hands.
Crudd: I guess wresslin ain’t so fake after all, kid. I’ll straight up admit it. You got me.
Dylan: So you’ll leave these people and their food alone now?
Crudd looks over at Rufus handing out the food. He takes a few moments and nods his head.
Crudd: On my honour, kid. On my honour. Matter of fact….
Crudd walks over to the ropes and climbs out of the ring, before walking over to Rufus and the food. The two lock eyes and then Crudd takes some of the food off of Rufus. People start to object but Crudd ignores them, taking the food over to a particularly feeble looking old woman at the edge of the crowd. At first she is scared but he stands over her, giving her the food. She takes it and everyone begins to cheer. Dylan leans on the ropes with a smile before climbing out of the ring with Lissandra not far behind as the screen fades out.
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When we fade back in, the Thomas’s are back under the archway where they first saw Rufus, before. Rufus is celebrating.
Rufus: It’s a good thing that you did today my boy. We all thank you.
Dylan: No problem Rufus.
Dylan checks his watch.
Dylan: But uh…. Hey, we better be going, take care, Rufus.
Rufus: Ah no problem. Good luck against that woman.
Dylan and Lissandra walk away, hand in hand as the camera fades out.
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It’s the next morning now and Dylan and Lissandra have made their way to one of the rooftops of the ‘mean streets’ of Detroit looking out over the view.
Dylan: Hmph.
Lissandra: What is it baby?
Dylan: Veronica Strader threw her sister off the roof of the OCW arena, didn’t she?
Lissandra: Um… something like that.
Dylan: I’ll have to be mindful of that.
Dylan walks towards the edge of the building, looking down at the streets below.
Lissandra: Yeah. Let’s try and not have a repeat of that Piledriver episode, eh baby?
Dylan steps back from the edge, remembering what he went through during his battles with Peter Vaughn. And how that episode of Piledriver ended when Dylan and Vaughn came crashing through the desk of Cheasy M from the studio rafters.
Dylan: Right. Right.
Dylan suddenly turns to the camera with eyes of steel. The usual cocky smirk is not there.
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Dylan: Veronica Strader… we’ve had our fun. The jabs at one another… but I think you’ll agree that the games stop now. I stand here on this rooftop looking out at the buildings of Detroit. And I think to myself how Detroit is known as the Murder City. I daresay that you would feel right at home.
But the thing is Strader, so do I. Everyone knows that I like to have my fun…. But when it comes down to it, Strader, it’s time for war. You say, Veronica, that ‘not even Dylan Thomas can stop you' from being the Tran-Atlantic Champion… You say that I disrespect the sport of pro-wrestling because you haven’t seen me get into ring shape. Newsflash, Strader: I am ALWAYS in ring shape and ready to go so don’t you sit there all high and mighty and claim that I disrespect professional wrestling. Because that’s simply not the case. I love our sport, just as much as you do. Maybe even more so. And I can dethrone you as the Trans-Atlantic Champion. Either I dethrone you, Strader at Access Denied or I die trying.
No, that is not hyperbole.
Strader, seeing as you like roof tops so much, why don’t we begin the match on one? On this one right here in fact. I throw you off of the edge of this rooftop and you crack your skull open like an egg. Boom, Instant win. Or maybe we fight our way over to some crack house and I jab a needle in your arm or even your neck, DEXTER Morgan style. You flop to the ground, I find the title…. Dylan Thomas wins.
You say that you want to use me as the measuring stick to see just how far you have come in such a short space of time… Well you’re already the current Trans-Atlantic Champion. I would think that that should tell you all that you need to know….Strader, I said before that I respect your talent and you deserve all the credit in the world for getting where you currently are. Marcus Welsh sees dollar signs with you. He sees marquees lighting up with your name in the main event!
But does that all change if you lose the belt? Does Welsh’s new Cash Cow dry up if she loses her belt? Does she have the guts to find out? Do you want to find out, Strader?
Hit me with everything you have on January 30th because I damn sure as hell am going to do exactly the same!
I’ll use your words, Ronnie…..
Tick tock…tick tock….
The Perfection Personified reign starts mere days from now.
TICK. TOCK!
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The screen fades to black with Dylan staring with intent into the camera.
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Wow! Wasn’t that intense?! Dylan Thomas is definitely focused on taking down Veronica Strader. Can he do it? Can our boy overcome everything and take down Veronica Strader? She is on a roll of course so it’ll be a hell of a fight. Who will win? Find out, January 30 at Access Denied!
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Word Count: 1,943