The start of a gang war to save a friend and........ husband
Jan 24, 2023 20:02:36 GMT -5
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Post by Dylan Thomas on Jan 24, 2023 20:02:36 GMT -5
The screen opens up to a black screen and the voice of Dylan Thomas in voiceover. His tone is monotone. This is still not the A-Lister that people know and love. His cockiness is still not there. Instead he takes on a more serious tone.
The match at OCW’s next pay-per-view event, Decadence, is a multi-person match where the winner will receive a shot at the Craze Title. This will be the second shot for me in as many months should I be able to come out on top. I’m sure that there are people out there thinking that I do not deserve such a shot, whereas there will be my ever faithful Dylan Section who believe that I should be higher up the card.
Truth be told, I believe that I should be, too. I should have never fallen as far as I have done recently - it should have NEVER gotten to the point that it has. But…nonetheless. It is what it is. It comes to something when one of my oldest friends is getting more wins than I am and he’s Champion of a BACKYARD fed! Before anyone gets that confused, no…I am not taking anything away from Lord Allton. As I said, he’s one of my oldest friends and the stuff that he can do, despite his condition, is quite frankly, amazing. But the fact remains that a man who uses a leg brace to walk and requires the constant use of a wheelchair when he is not wearing his leg braces has a better win/loss record than I do.
Whose fault is that?
Well, last time that I wondered whose fault it was about my win/loss record, I blamed myself but I’ve now reached the conclusion through talks with Lopa that it isn’t my fault at all and that in actuality I still have all the potential in the world to be the best that I can be. No, in reality… the fault as to why I am still not in OCW’s Main Event scene lies with both Tearra Skye and Diana Watts.
That’s right. Two newbies to OCW who only sought to use me as a stepping stone to further their own legacies. While I cannot deal with Tearra Skye at Decadence, I can sure as hell deal with Diana Watts. The last time we met, Watts, I went easy on you and that was clearly a mistake on my part. Well not anymore! Diana Watts, if you want the win at Decadence then you’re really going to have to REALLY want it. Because that Craze title shot belongs to Dylan Thomas and Dylan Thomas alone. You say that it’s going to be a pleasure stepping into the ring with me again and you’re right - it will be a pleasure -for you. See I don’t care anymore if you’re a fan of me or not, what matters is me getting back to my winning ways and ONLY my winning ways.
Everything else? No.
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The screen opens up to where we left Dylan Thomas the last time, outside the Key West Florida home of Mike Zybala just a few days before Outsiders: Dystopia 29.
Dylan: Hey Mike, have you seen Rob?
Zybala: I haven't, no. But he’s gonna be so happy that you’ve stopped by! Lissandra and Rob haven’t stopped looking for you. Lissie’s beside herself, Dylan.
Dylan goes to say something when Lopa steps out of the shadows beside the door with a crooked smile on her face.
Zybala: Woah! Who the hell are you?
Lopa: I am Lopa, Guiding She-Wolf of the Children of the Vard. And you can tell your friends Lissandra and Lord Allton that Dylan aka the Alpha of the Children of the Vard is no longer of their concern and the only reason that he is still teaming with that behemoth of the A-List Family is that the Alpha of the Children of the Vard still demands it. I still don't like the idea still, but I can accept that you, dear Michael, still need to put on a show. Thus as the gracious business woman that I am, I am sure that we can come to an arrangement.
The screen fades out.
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The screen fades into Dylan and Lopa riding back to the compound in the car after Dystopia 29. Dylan is not happy with Lopa.
Dylan: I can’t believe you!
Lopa: Oh, come now… you still won didn’t you?!
Dylan: I don’t give a fuck about the outcome of the match Lopa!
Lopa: Then what are you so mad about??
Dylan: You went to slap my friend! My best friend for so many years!
Lopa: Your friend that couldn’t care less about you? Your friend that lies to you? Your friend that is holding you back? Holding you back from your full potential? That friend?! When will you understand that WE…that *I* am the only one - the only ones that have your best interests at heart?! You claim that you are with us and that you share our vision, but you have a funny way of showing it at times.
Dylan puts his head down apologetically. The gears turn in his head as he figures out what to say next. It’s true, he was letting his emotions get the better of him. In truth, he might as well use these henchmen while he still can
Dylan: OK. You’re right, I apologise. I let my emotions run wild at times. And I shouldn’t be mad at you because the Children of the Vard have never turned me away when I have needed them. But Zybala…..
Lopa: Michael Zybala is one of THEM, Dylan! The sooner that you realise THIS too, the better.
Lopa’s phone then begins to ring, breaking the tension. She pulls it out of her pocket, cupping it to her ear. Dylan then too, gets a message on his phone that simply reads ‘I’m out’. But Dylan doesn’t initially recognise who the message is from, or what it means until he realises that it is from the man who gave him the note of paper to save himself a while back. He keeps this information quiet and to himself though. Meanwhile after a few moments, Dylan looks up and Lopa’s face is a picture.
Lopa: WHAT?!! Are you kidding me?
Dylan: What? What is it?
Lopa: The compound. It’s…gone.
Dylan: Gone?! How can an entire building just disappear?!
Lopa: Blew up! It… was the Mafia, apparently.
Dylan: The Mafia?!
Dylan cannot help but inwardly smirk as he thinks back to two former Mafiosi that he knows, wondering if they had anything to do with it. But they were at Dystopia 29 of course - hell he’s teaming with one of them for the Outsiders tournament. So it couldn’t be… could it? Dylan ponders further then and remembers that Lord Allton did call Lopa a cunt. A word that Dylan knows Allton saves for special occasions.
Lopa: Indeed. Ah but never mind that Brother Dylan. We shall get to that when we get to that, won’t we? You need to discuss your match at the next OCW Pay-Per-View. Honestly, I still don’t know why you bother with…what is that garden variety show called?
Dylan: Outsiders and Dystopia?
Lopa: Hmph. Yes, that's it. I mean isn’t OCW - oh, how does that quaint little phrase in wrestling go? - ‘Where the Big Boys Play’?
Dylan: Yeah, it is… but I wrestle in Outsiders still, out of loyalty.
Lopa: ‘Loyalty’ is a very funny word that you should be using at this moment in time, Brother Dylan… Ah but…! Jeremiah!
Jeremiah: Yes, Guiding She-Wolf?
Lopa: Record!
Jeremiah: Yes, Guiding She-Wolf.
Jeremiah reaches into his pocket and retrieves his phone, setting it up to record Dylan. For a few moments, Dylan sits there, not saying anything. Eventually though, he surprises Jeremiah by ripping the phone from his hands and staring into it.
Dylan: OK… Listen all and listen well. There are eight people heading into the New Years Ball match but only one of us can come out with the win. And you all need to realise that this NEEDS to be me. Bob Grenier: We haven’t seen you since the old school vs New School match! So you’re back for one last rodeo! Until you get bored anyway and decide that the next one after this is your last rodeo. Or the one after that. Or even the one after that…right? Who knows with Bob Grenier… he doesn’t even know!
Delia Black: Somehow you’re back after the beating that Frankie and I laid on you. Congratulations, I suppose, at surviving our onslaught. But don’t worry because I’ll beat you again at Decadence. I am better than you. I have already proven it. I don’t need to prove it again - but I will regardless.
The Standard: What kind of name is The Standard? You sound like a newspaper my friend. Well newsflash: Dylan Thomas is going on to Decadence and reclaiming what is rightfully his.
Midnight Rose: Ah, the little spitfire superhero that could, right? I’ve been in matches where I was victorious over your mentor and I’m going to do the same to you.
And as for Neville and Lestrange, Neville you say that you wanna start some kind of wrestling legacy through OCW but you’ve not even been around long enough for a cup of coffee and Lestrange… I can’t say I even know who you are.
And then there’s Diana Watts, the kid who said it was an honour to face someone like me in the ring. And it is, yours.
What the seven of you need to realise is that the Craze title is mine. Harmon Egan is mine and when I get the Craze title back in my grasp, I’ll be moving onto bigger and better things. Decadence is only the beginning and my win at the PPV is going to be nothing short of Perfection Personified!
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Dylan then winks into the camera and throws the phone back to Jeremiah who luckily catches it in time and the screen fades out. When the screen fades back in, the limousine pulls up to find the Larossia Brothers and Tank waiting for them. Lopa gets out of the car irate.
Lopa: ….YOU…!!!!!!!!
Vincenzo: Us bitch. You’re damn right it was us.
Lopa: You destroyed our home! My home! Dylan’s home!
Suddenly a voice behind the Larossia Brothers catches everyone’s attention. The brothers and Tank part like the red sea and there stands Lissandra Thomas with a look of utter contempt on her face as she storms forward.
Lissandra: Dylan’s home? Dylan’s home is with me, in Los Angeles! And now you have absolutely nowhere to go. Your followers have all been arrested and your compound taken out. We win! Give me back my husband.
Lopa begins to smirk. Dylan steps out of the limousine and Ichabod and Jeremiah put their hands on his shoulders to keep him in place. He does not resist
Lopa: Foolish girl. If you think that this is the only home of the Children of the Vard, then you are VERY much mistaken. Ichabod! Jeremiah! Get our Alpha back into the car. We are going to compound two!
Lissandra: Compound two?
Lopa: The Children are all over the country. It’s pitiful to start a war with us. You will lose. Unlike the Alpha at Decadence, you will lose.
Lopa turns around and starts to get back into the limo until the words ‘Hey Cunt!’ stop her. She turns around to see Lord Allton staring a hole through her.
Allton: I DON’T give a fuck how long this lasts but we are starting a war with the Children of the Vard. We won’t give in. We won’t give up. I’ll see to it personally that some day, Dylan will be reunited with Lissandra and the Children of the Vard will be a distant memory.
He looks at Dylan.
Allton: Good luck at Decadence my boy. We know you can do it.
Lissandra: Dylan, come home. I love you! Lilly misses her Daddy!
Lopa, Dylan and the Children climb into the limo and drive away as the A-List Family look on, irate and the screen fades out completely.
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The match at OCW’s next pay-per-view event, Decadence, is a multi-person match where the winner will receive a shot at the Craze Title. This will be the second shot for me in as many months should I be able to come out on top. I’m sure that there are people out there thinking that I do not deserve such a shot, whereas there will be my ever faithful Dylan Section who believe that I should be higher up the card.
Truth be told, I believe that I should be, too. I should have never fallen as far as I have done recently - it should have NEVER gotten to the point that it has. But…nonetheless. It is what it is. It comes to something when one of my oldest friends is getting more wins than I am and he’s Champion of a BACKYARD fed! Before anyone gets that confused, no…I am not taking anything away from Lord Allton. As I said, he’s one of my oldest friends and the stuff that he can do, despite his condition, is quite frankly, amazing. But the fact remains that a man who uses a leg brace to walk and requires the constant use of a wheelchair when he is not wearing his leg braces has a better win/loss record than I do.
Whose fault is that?
Well, last time that I wondered whose fault it was about my win/loss record, I blamed myself but I’ve now reached the conclusion through talks with Lopa that it isn’t my fault at all and that in actuality I still have all the potential in the world to be the best that I can be. No, in reality… the fault as to why I am still not in OCW’s Main Event scene lies with both Tearra Skye and Diana Watts.
That’s right. Two newbies to OCW who only sought to use me as a stepping stone to further their own legacies. While I cannot deal with Tearra Skye at Decadence, I can sure as hell deal with Diana Watts. The last time we met, Watts, I went easy on you and that was clearly a mistake on my part. Well not anymore! Diana Watts, if you want the win at Decadence then you’re really going to have to REALLY want it. Because that Craze title shot belongs to Dylan Thomas and Dylan Thomas alone. You say that it’s going to be a pleasure stepping into the ring with me again and you’re right - it will be a pleasure -for you. See I don’t care anymore if you’re a fan of me or not, what matters is me getting back to my winning ways and ONLY my winning ways.
Everything else? No.
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The screen opens up to where we left Dylan Thomas the last time, outside the Key West Florida home of Mike Zybala just a few days before Outsiders: Dystopia 29.
Dylan: Hey Mike, have you seen Rob?
Zybala: I haven't, no. But he’s gonna be so happy that you’ve stopped by! Lissandra and Rob haven’t stopped looking for you. Lissie’s beside herself, Dylan.
Dylan goes to say something when Lopa steps out of the shadows beside the door with a crooked smile on her face.
Zybala: Woah! Who the hell are you?
Lopa: I am Lopa, Guiding She-Wolf of the Children of the Vard. And you can tell your friends Lissandra and Lord Allton that Dylan aka the Alpha of the Children of the Vard is no longer of their concern and the only reason that he is still teaming with that behemoth of the A-List Family is that the Alpha of the Children of the Vard still demands it. I still don't like the idea still, but I can accept that you, dear Michael, still need to put on a show. Thus as the gracious business woman that I am, I am sure that we can come to an arrangement.
The screen fades out.
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The screen fades into Dylan and Lopa riding back to the compound in the car after Dystopia 29. Dylan is not happy with Lopa.
Dylan: I can’t believe you!
Lopa: Oh, come now… you still won didn’t you?!
Dylan: I don’t give a fuck about the outcome of the match Lopa!
Lopa: Then what are you so mad about??
Dylan: You went to slap my friend! My best friend for so many years!
Lopa: Your friend that couldn’t care less about you? Your friend that lies to you? Your friend that is holding you back? Holding you back from your full potential? That friend?! When will you understand that WE…that *I* am the only one - the only ones that have your best interests at heart?! You claim that you are with us and that you share our vision, but you have a funny way of showing it at times.
Dylan puts his head down apologetically. The gears turn in his head as he figures out what to say next. It’s true, he was letting his emotions get the better of him. In truth, he might as well use these henchmen while he still can
Dylan: OK. You’re right, I apologise. I let my emotions run wild at times. And I shouldn’t be mad at you because the Children of the Vard have never turned me away when I have needed them. But Zybala…..
Lopa: Michael Zybala is one of THEM, Dylan! The sooner that you realise THIS too, the better.
Lopa’s phone then begins to ring, breaking the tension. She pulls it out of her pocket, cupping it to her ear. Dylan then too, gets a message on his phone that simply reads ‘I’m out’. But Dylan doesn’t initially recognise who the message is from, or what it means until he realises that it is from the man who gave him the note of paper to save himself a while back. He keeps this information quiet and to himself though. Meanwhile after a few moments, Dylan looks up and Lopa’s face is a picture.
Lopa: WHAT?!! Are you kidding me?
Dylan: What? What is it?
Lopa: The compound. It’s…gone.
Dylan: Gone?! How can an entire building just disappear?!
Lopa: Blew up! It… was the Mafia, apparently.
Dylan: The Mafia?!
Dylan cannot help but inwardly smirk as he thinks back to two former Mafiosi that he knows, wondering if they had anything to do with it. But they were at Dystopia 29 of course - hell he’s teaming with one of them for the Outsiders tournament. So it couldn’t be… could it? Dylan ponders further then and remembers that Lord Allton did call Lopa a cunt. A word that Dylan knows Allton saves for special occasions.
Lopa: Indeed. Ah but never mind that Brother Dylan. We shall get to that when we get to that, won’t we? You need to discuss your match at the next OCW Pay-Per-View. Honestly, I still don’t know why you bother with…what is that garden variety show called?
Dylan: Outsiders and Dystopia?
Lopa: Hmph. Yes, that's it. I mean isn’t OCW - oh, how does that quaint little phrase in wrestling go? - ‘Where the Big Boys Play’?
Dylan: Yeah, it is… but I wrestle in Outsiders still, out of loyalty.
Lopa: ‘Loyalty’ is a very funny word that you should be using at this moment in time, Brother Dylan… Ah but…! Jeremiah!
Jeremiah: Yes, Guiding She-Wolf?
Lopa: Record!
Jeremiah: Yes, Guiding She-Wolf.
Jeremiah reaches into his pocket and retrieves his phone, setting it up to record Dylan. For a few moments, Dylan sits there, not saying anything. Eventually though, he surprises Jeremiah by ripping the phone from his hands and staring into it.
Dylan: OK… Listen all and listen well. There are eight people heading into the New Years Ball match but only one of us can come out with the win. And you all need to realise that this NEEDS to be me. Bob Grenier: We haven’t seen you since the old school vs New School match! So you’re back for one last rodeo! Until you get bored anyway and decide that the next one after this is your last rodeo. Or the one after that. Or even the one after that…right? Who knows with Bob Grenier… he doesn’t even know!
Delia Black: Somehow you’re back after the beating that Frankie and I laid on you. Congratulations, I suppose, at surviving our onslaught. But don’t worry because I’ll beat you again at Decadence. I am better than you. I have already proven it. I don’t need to prove it again - but I will regardless.
The Standard: What kind of name is The Standard? You sound like a newspaper my friend. Well newsflash: Dylan Thomas is going on to Decadence and reclaiming what is rightfully his.
Midnight Rose: Ah, the little spitfire superhero that could, right? I’ve been in matches where I was victorious over your mentor and I’m going to do the same to you.
And as for Neville and Lestrange, Neville you say that you wanna start some kind of wrestling legacy through OCW but you’ve not even been around long enough for a cup of coffee and Lestrange… I can’t say I even know who you are.
And then there’s Diana Watts, the kid who said it was an honour to face someone like me in the ring. And it is, yours.
What the seven of you need to realise is that the Craze title is mine. Harmon Egan is mine and when I get the Craze title back in my grasp, I’ll be moving onto bigger and better things. Decadence is only the beginning and my win at the PPV is going to be nothing short of Perfection Personified!
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Dylan then winks into the camera and throws the phone back to Jeremiah who luckily catches it in time and the screen fades out. When the screen fades back in, the limousine pulls up to find the Larossia Brothers and Tank waiting for them. Lopa gets out of the car irate.
Lopa: ….YOU…!!!!!!!!
Vincenzo: Us bitch. You’re damn right it was us.
Lopa: You destroyed our home! My home! Dylan’s home!
Suddenly a voice behind the Larossia Brothers catches everyone’s attention. The brothers and Tank part like the red sea and there stands Lissandra Thomas with a look of utter contempt on her face as she storms forward.
Lissandra: Dylan’s home? Dylan’s home is with me, in Los Angeles! And now you have absolutely nowhere to go. Your followers have all been arrested and your compound taken out. We win! Give me back my husband.
Lopa begins to smirk. Dylan steps out of the limousine and Ichabod and Jeremiah put their hands on his shoulders to keep him in place. He does not resist
Lopa: Foolish girl. If you think that this is the only home of the Children of the Vard, then you are VERY much mistaken. Ichabod! Jeremiah! Get our Alpha back into the car. We are going to compound two!
Lissandra: Compound two?
Lopa: The Children are all over the country. It’s pitiful to start a war with us. You will lose. Unlike the Alpha at Decadence, you will lose.
Lopa turns around and starts to get back into the limo until the words ‘Hey Cunt!’ stop her. She turns around to see Lord Allton staring a hole through her.
Allton: I DON’T give a fuck how long this lasts but we are starting a war with the Children of the Vard. We won’t give in. We won’t give up. I’ll see to it personally that some day, Dylan will be reunited with Lissandra and the Children of the Vard will be a distant memory.
He looks at Dylan.
Allton: Good luck at Decadence my boy. We know you can do it.
Lissandra: Dylan, come home. I love you! Lilly misses her Daddy!
Lopa, Dylan and the Children climb into the limo and drive away as the A-List Family look on, irate and the screen fades out completely.
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Word Count: 2,042