Post by Dylan Thomas on Jan 7, 2023 5:36:43 GMT -5
We open to Allton House, Key West, Florida where everyone of the A-List Family (minus Dylan) is sat in one of the house’s bigger rooms all looking at a whiteboard. Lord Allton is at the front of the room next to the whiteboard, carrying a large stick. He’s pacing up and down as he talks to everyone in the room.
Allton: Thank-you everyone for coming to the meeting today. Lissandra, I appreciate that this is taking its toll hardest on you over the rest of us but please rest assured that we are doing all we can to wake Dylan out of this nightmare and bring him home to us. And I promise you, we WILL do just that.
Lissandra: I know, Rob. I know.
Allton: And that, ladies and gentlemen, brings me to THIS!
Allton bangs the stick on the board.
Allton: We are officially launching Operation: Vard Killer.
Vincenzo: That’s got to be a hard name for you to swallow.
Allton: What do you mean?
Vincenzo: What with vard being a foreign word for wolf.
Allton: But we’re not killing any animals, so I can rest easy. All we’re doing is bringing down Lopa and the Children of The Vard.
Vincenzo nods with a smirk. Frankie, who up until now raises his arm.
Allton: Frankie.
Frankie: Si but can we trust Dylan?
Lissandra: WHAT?!
Frankie: Guarda, Lissie.... Ti amo e tu sai che amo tuo marito, Dylan. Ma seriamente, con il modo in cui è in questo momento in questo ..... Culto dei selvaggi. Possiamo davvero fidarci di lui? Devo collaborare con lui a Dystopia, ricordi?
[Look, Lissie.... I love you and you know I love your husband, Dylan. But seriously, with the way he is right now in that.....cult of savages. Can we really trust him? I have to team with him at Dystopia, remember?]
Lissandra: You KNOW Dylan would never do anything to jeopardise you, Frankie. How could you say that?!
Vincenzo: Ordinarily, no. But the big guy is right, Dylan hasn’t been himself recently.
Lissandra: Only because he’s with those….those monsters!
Allton once again bangs on the board in order to get everyone’s attention.
Allton: OK! Enough! Enough of this! WE are not going to give those bastards a divided front, do you hear me? YES Frankie… we can trust Dylan in the match because we are going to RESCUE him from these assholes and bring him home! If it makes you feel better I personally will accompany you and Dylan to the match. Hopefully seeing me out there might break their hold on him.
Frankie: Mi dispiace, Lissie. Mi dispiace capo. [I'm sorry, Lissie. I'm sorry boss.]
Allton: Now…can we please get back to the plan at hand? PLEASE?!
Lissie: That’s OK, Frankie. We’re all just stressed right now. Yes, Rob.
Frankie: Si. Mi dispiace, capo. Sorry, si? Sorry.
Vincenzo: Sure. Sorry.
With a nod, Allton sighs with relief and the camera fades out.
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The camera fades out and the A-List Family are now in their custom made limousine.
Allton: OK. We’ve gone over the plan for finding Dylan and taking out the Children of the Vard. Vincenzo…Frankie… I’m glad you two still have a few ‘contacts’ to help us out in that regard. But for now… let’s talk about the match itself. Now obviously at Dystopia 29, you are facing two of OCW’s finest competitors to ever step foot in a wrestling ring, in the form of Crash Rodriguez and Easton Alexander.
Frankie: Si.
Allton: But I know that you and Dylan have what it takes to take them down. And for whatever reason, Crash and Dylan have attempted to have a match with one another but for one reason or another it has never panned out or happened so good on Zybala for making it happen, I have to say. Now then, Frankie…is there anything that you wanna say? Lissie can record.
As Allton says this, Lissandra pulls out her phone with a nod and aims it at Frankie.
Lissandra: Go.
Frankie: Bonjourno Crash and Easton. I hope that you two will provide more of a fight than the bambinas of La Influenza did, si? I’ve heard a lot of good things about the two of you. But ah, come Dystopia it won’t matter will it? Dylan and I, we basically got through round one on a bye because the girls of La Influenza didn’t even have a chance to fight back. Now I’m not saying that is gonna be what is happening again at Dystopia 29 but look at my size compared to you, si? I am too big, I am too strong. I am the one member of the A-List Family to make every woman in the yard swoon.
Allton whispers under his breath.
Allton: **I am known as the Lord of Dashing, you know**
Frankie hears Allton and quickly smiles before turning his attention back to Lissandra’s phone.
Frankie: A Dystopia 29, signori, sarà una chokeslam da parte mia e sarà tutto finito per voi due. Sto vincendo la partita, sia che Dylan si stia concentrando sul torneo o meno. Ci vediamo allo show, ragazzi.
[At Dystopia 29, gentlemen, it will be one chokeslam from me and it will be all over for the two of you. I'm winning the match whether Dylan is concentrating on the tournament or not. See you at the show, guys.]
Lissandra turns her phone off with a nod towards Allton.
Lissandra: I’ll get that sent to Mike later on.
Allton: Excellent, excellent.
Allton then lowers the partition window in the limousine between the A-List Family and George, the driver.
Allton: George! How far are we from our destination?
George: Not far, sir. We are about twenty minutes out.
Allton: Very good.
Lissandra: Where are we going anyway?
Allton: I’ve been searching lately and I believe I have found where the Children of the Vard headquarters.
Lissandra: Seriously?
Allton: Seriously. I did say all of this back at Allton House.
Lissandra: I know. But I was just asking because the camera faded out before.
Lord Allton and Lissandra then look at the camera with a smirk. After some time passes, the A-List Family limousine pulls quite far down the street from a very large skyscraper and each of our heroes step out of the limousine to look at the skyscraper. Lord Allton holds out his hand while not taking his eyes off of the building.
Seconds later, Tank is putting some binoculars into Allton's hands and Allton thanks Tank.
Allton: Ladies and gentlemen…. I have it on good authority that that is the Children of the Vard main headquarters.
Lissandra: Well what are we waiting for? Let's get in there and get Dylan out of there!
Allton: Unfortunately my dear it is not as simple as that. Besides, if all of us stepped up to the front gate, no doubt we would be compromised. No, this is going to require stealth and tact. Vincenzo!
Vincenzo: Yes, boss?
Allton: Did you manage to get into contact with your old contacts?
Vincenzo: Yeah. In about an hour we're going to have an entire army to back us up.
Allton: Shame that they can't get here any sooner but I suppose they are coming from New York. And I suppose that Dylan isn't going anywhere for a while. Come on, let's grab some lunch.
The A-List Family scramble back into the limousine and George drives away as the camera fades out.
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The camera fades back in and our heroes have opted to have a cheat day and order from the McDonald's around the corner from the large skyscraper. Back inside the limousine a message suddenly comes through on Lissandra’s phone and she gasps in delight. She elbows Allton to get his attention and shows it to the Larossia Brothers and Tank. Everyone smiles happily.
It’s a message from Dylan’s phone just reading ‘help’. Lissandra looks over at Frankie.
Lissandra: You still believe that you won’t be able to trust Dylan? He wants us to save him! That’s proof, right there.
Frankie: Si, I agree. Look about earlier on, I am sorry Lissie. It’s just that if we’re going to have a match against Crash and Easton then I need to know that Dylan has my back.
Lissandra: I understand, Frankie. I do, but he’s still the old Dylan. He’s still MY Dylan despite what that Lopa bitch is feeding him, lies wise. You’ll see. We’ll get him, bring him home, beat the living hell out of this Lopa bitch while we’re at it and the A-List Family will be back to the way it was. You’ll see. I know we can do this, guys. We have to.
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Suddenly the camera fades out and into Dylan Thomas sitting in his room, holding his phone. He has a hopeful if worried look on his face. Let us hope that Dylan and Frankie will be ready for the Crooked Dragons at Dystopia 29. This could be awkward if not.
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Allton: Thank-you everyone for coming to the meeting today. Lissandra, I appreciate that this is taking its toll hardest on you over the rest of us but please rest assured that we are doing all we can to wake Dylan out of this nightmare and bring him home to us. And I promise you, we WILL do just that.
Lissandra: I know, Rob. I know.
Allton: And that, ladies and gentlemen, brings me to THIS!
Allton bangs the stick on the board.
Allton: We are officially launching Operation: Vard Killer.
Vincenzo: That’s got to be a hard name for you to swallow.
Allton: What do you mean?
Vincenzo: What with vard being a foreign word for wolf.
Allton: But we’re not killing any animals, so I can rest easy. All we’re doing is bringing down Lopa and the Children of The Vard.
Vincenzo nods with a smirk. Frankie, who up until now raises his arm.
Allton: Frankie.
Frankie: Si but can we trust Dylan?
Lissandra: WHAT?!
Frankie: Guarda, Lissie.... Ti amo e tu sai che amo tuo marito, Dylan. Ma seriamente, con il modo in cui è in questo momento in questo ..... Culto dei selvaggi. Possiamo davvero fidarci di lui? Devo collaborare con lui a Dystopia, ricordi?
[Look, Lissie.... I love you and you know I love your husband, Dylan. But seriously, with the way he is right now in that.....cult of savages. Can we really trust him? I have to team with him at Dystopia, remember?]
Lissandra: You KNOW Dylan would never do anything to jeopardise you, Frankie. How could you say that?!
Vincenzo: Ordinarily, no. But the big guy is right, Dylan hasn’t been himself recently.
Lissandra: Only because he’s with those….those monsters!
Allton once again bangs on the board in order to get everyone’s attention.
Allton: OK! Enough! Enough of this! WE are not going to give those bastards a divided front, do you hear me? YES Frankie… we can trust Dylan in the match because we are going to RESCUE him from these assholes and bring him home! If it makes you feel better I personally will accompany you and Dylan to the match. Hopefully seeing me out there might break their hold on him.
Frankie: Mi dispiace, Lissie. Mi dispiace capo. [I'm sorry, Lissie. I'm sorry boss.]
Allton: Now…can we please get back to the plan at hand? PLEASE?!
Lissie: That’s OK, Frankie. We’re all just stressed right now. Yes, Rob.
Frankie: Si. Mi dispiace, capo. Sorry, si? Sorry.
Vincenzo: Sure. Sorry.
With a nod, Allton sighs with relief and the camera fades out.
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The camera fades out and the A-List Family are now in their custom made limousine.
Allton: OK. We’ve gone over the plan for finding Dylan and taking out the Children of the Vard. Vincenzo…Frankie… I’m glad you two still have a few ‘contacts’ to help us out in that regard. But for now… let’s talk about the match itself. Now obviously at Dystopia 29, you are facing two of OCW’s finest competitors to ever step foot in a wrestling ring, in the form of Crash Rodriguez and Easton Alexander.
Frankie: Si.
Allton: But I know that you and Dylan have what it takes to take them down. And for whatever reason, Crash and Dylan have attempted to have a match with one another but for one reason or another it has never panned out or happened so good on Zybala for making it happen, I have to say. Now then, Frankie…is there anything that you wanna say? Lissie can record.
As Allton says this, Lissandra pulls out her phone with a nod and aims it at Frankie.
Lissandra: Go.
Frankie: Bonjourno Crash and Easton. I hope that you two will provide more of a fight than the bambinas of La Influenza did, si? I’ve heard a lot of good things about the two of you. But ah, come Dystopia it won’t matter will it? Dylan and I, we basically got through round one on a bye because the girls of La Influenza didn’t even have a chance to fight back. Now I’m not saying that is gonna be what is happening again at Dystopia 29 but look at my size compared to you, si? I am too big, I am too strong. I am the one member of the A-List Family to make every woman in the yard swoon.
Allton whispers under his breath.
Allton: **I am known as the Lord of Dashing, you know**
Frankie hears Allton and quickly smiles before turning his attention back to Lissandra’s phone.
Frankie: A Dystopia 29, signori, sarà una chokeslam da parte mia e sarà tutto finito per voi due. Sto vincendo la partita, sia che Dylan si stia concentrando sul torneo o meno. Ci vediamo allo show, ragazzi.
[At Dystopia 29, gentlemen, it will be one chokeslam from me and it will be all over for the two of you. I'm winning the match whether Dylan is concentrating on the tournament or not. See you at the show, guys.]
Lissandra turns her phone off with a nod towards Allton.
Lissandra: I’ll get that sent to Mike later on.
Allton: Excellent, excellent.
Allton then lowers the partition window in the limousine between the A-List Family and George, the driver.
Allton: George! How far are we from our destination?
George: Not far, sir. We are about twenty minutes out.
Allton: Very good.
Lissandra: Where are we going anyway?
Allton: I’ve been searching lately and I believe I have found where the Children of the Vard headquarters.
Lissandra: Seriously?
Allton: Seriously. I did say all of this back at Allton House.
Lissandra: I know. But I was just asking because the camera faded out before.
Lord Allton and Lissandra then look at the camera with a smirk. After some time passes, the A-List Family limousine pulls quite far down the street from a very large skyscraper and each of our heroes step out of the limousine to look at the skyscraper. Lord Allton holds out his hand while not taking his eyes off of the building.
Seconds later, Tank is putting some binoculars into Allton's hands and Allton thanks Tank.
Allton: Ladies and gentlemen…. I have it on good authority that that is the Children of the Vard main headquarters.
Lissandra: Well what are we waiting for? Let's get in there and get Dylan out of there!
Allton: Unfortunately my dear it is not as simple as that. Besides, if all of us stepped up to the front gate, no doubt we would be compromised. No, this is going to require stealth and tact. Vincenzo!
Vincenzo: Yes, boss?
Allton: Did you manage to get into contact with your old contacts?
Vincenzo: Yeah. In about an hour we're going to have an entire army to back us up.
Allton: Shame that they can't get here any sooner but I suppose they are coming from New York. And I suppose that Dylan isn't going anywhere for a while. Come on, let's grab some lunch.
The A-List Family scramble back into the limousine and George drives away as the camera fades out.
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The camera fades back in and our heroes have opted to have a cheat day and order from the McDonald's around the corner from the large skyscraper. Back inside the limousine a message suddenly comes through on Lissandra’s phone and she gasps in delight. She elbows Allton to get his attention and shows it to the Larossia Brothers and Tank. Everyone smiles happily.
It’s a message from Dylan’s phone just reading ‘help’. Lissandra looks over at Frankie.
Lissandra: You still believe that you won’t be able to trust Dylan? He wants us to save him! That’s proof, right there.
Frankie: Si, I agree. Look about earlier on, I am sorry Lissie. It’s just that if we’re going to have a match against Crash and Easton then I need to know that Dylan has my back.
Lissandra: I understand, Frankie. I do, but he’s still the old Dylan. He’s still MY Dylan despite what that Lopa bitch is feeding him, lies wise. You’ll see. We’ll get him, bring him home, beat the living hell out of this Lopa bitch while we’re at it and the A-List Family will be back to the way it was. You’ll see. I know we can do this, guys. We have to.
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Suddenly the camera fades out and into Dylan Thomas sitting in his room, holding his phone. He has a hopeful if worried look on his face. Let us hope that Dylan and Frankie will be ready for the Crooked Dragons at Dystopia 29. This could be awkward if not.
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Word Count: 1,500