Street fights and Stomach cramps... part 2
Oct 2, 2019 8:11:18 GMT -6
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Post by Dylan Thomas on Oct 2, 2019 8:11:18 GMT -6
The last time we saw the Thomas’s, it was four in the morning and Lissandra was laying on a hospital bed inside the office of Dr. Wright. Lissandra had been suffering from major stomach cramps from out of nowhere and she couldn’t work out why. Dr. Wright, however had an idea. When Lissandra was told though, she failed to believe it. But Dr. Wright ran tests to make sure. There was no denying it. We rejoin the Thomas’s now, right where we left them – inside the office of Dr. Wright with Lissandra still in shock from the news.
Dylan: Lissie? What did the doc say?
On the way back to the office Dylan had bought a cup of coffee to perk himself up. He takes a sip just as Lissandra starts talking.
Lissandra: Baby, I’m… Baby I’m pregnant!
Dylan spits his coffee all over the floor upon hearing the word pregnant.
George: Oh, Miss! Happy news, congratulations!
The Thomas’s meanwhile are not so certain at that statement and Dylan looks at Lissandra with equal measures of shock now.
Dylan: P-pregnant?! How?! We are always careful!
Lissandra: I know!
Dylan: I mean like, how far gone are you?!
Lissandra: Dr. Wright says I’m at least a few months gone but I had no idea… Sometimes it happens.
Dylan backs himself up against the wall of the office, still failing to take in what Lissandra has just told him. Not that it matters – Lissandra doesn’t seem to comprehend it either. A few minutes later and Dr. Wright comes through and once again sits at her computer screen, smiling.
Dylan: Doc… Are you sure that Lissie is pregnant?!
Dr. Wright: That’s what the tests that I have ran, say. Of course, Mr. Thomas, these ARE just preliminary tests. There is a small chance that I could be wrong, hence why I would like to keep Mrs. Thomas in for a week. I need to run tests to make sure.
Lissandra: No! I told you I can’t stay. I must get to Dylan’s match in Dallas, Texas. He is defending his title against Duce Jones. Baby! Tell her! I have to go with you!
Dylan looks at Lissandra and then Dr. Wright. He then once again turns his head to Lissandra, taking her tenderly by the hand and kissing her on the lips.
Dylan: Baby… you… you can’t come to Texas.
He kneels down beside the bed stroking some stray hairs from out of her eyes.
Lissandra: The hell I can’t…
Lissandra begins to move her legs from off the bed, but she is in too much pain. Dylan helps his wife back on to the bed, and he looks at her smiling.
Dylan: Baby… I will handle Duce Jones. I’ll get into that ring on Sunday night and I’m dedicating my title win to you and Dylan jr.
Lissandra smirks at ‘Dylan jr.’ and looks at Dylan dejected. She slowly comes to the realisation that Dylan is right. Lissandra smiles.
Lissandra: OK… But… You kick Duce’s ass good you hear me? I want NOTHING left of him when you retain your title. You kick his ass and you come back with that title still around your sexy waist.
Dylan smirks and kisses his wife once again. Dylan then looks over at Dr. Wright whilst George sits down since he has been standing up in the doorway for some time now.
Dylan: Yes, ma’am. Doctor….?
Wright: Yes?
Dylan: Can Lissie get a screen in here on Sunday night to watch my match, please?
Wright: I think we can arrange that, yes. Incidentally, Mr. Thomas?
Dylan nods.
Wright: I just wanted to tell you that my fiancé has followed your career ever since you were in the UWF.
Dylan: ...The UWF?! Shit… That was some time ago.
Wright: … Yes. Um… would it be possible to get an autograph? Please? He’s a huge fan of yours and was thrilled when you decided to come back to the wrestling world. Congratulations on your title win, by the way. My fiancé was overjoyed. He was never much of a fan of that uh… Duce Jones that you’re facing so I know he would be in your corner on Sunday.
Dylan smiles at Lissandra who rubs his hand gently. He then looks at Dr. Wright shrugging his shoulders.
Dylan: I mean… Sure I guess? You helped out Lissie and gave us both some awesome news. Um… do you have a piece of paper and pen?
Dr. Wright hands Dylan both a pen and paper.
Dylan: Who….uh… Who do I make it out to?
Wright: Oh right, ‘Johnny’.
Dylan nods and hastily jots down on the piece of paper the following:
‘Johnny,
Your soon to be wife has told me you’re a fan. Thanks for the support – look after her, she’s a keeper.
Yours,
Dylan, ‘Perfection Personified’ Thomas’
Dylan then hands back the paper and Dr. Wright reads it before putting it into her pocket.
Dr. Wright: Thank-you for that and thank-you for such kind words. You know, in real life, you’re not much like you are on TV, are you?
Dr. Wright smiles and stands up.
Wright: I’ll uh… see about getting you a bed up on the ward. Do excuse me.
Dylan, Lissandra and George, who has been sitting quietly in the corner of the office all watch Dr. Wright leave the office and Dylan feels his phone ping. He checks it and scowls.
Lissandra: Baby?
Dylan: George, do you still have that camera?
George: I do Sir, yes.
Dylan: Turn it on.
Lissandra: Is it Duce?
Dylan: Yes.
Lissandra reaches over and kisses Dylan again.
Lissandra: Go. Teach him a lesson.
Dylan: I’ll be right back sweetheart. George?
Dylan kisses Lissandra on the forehead leaving her in the office of Dr. Wright. George and Dylan head out into the corridor where people are rushing around like crazy. On a gurney in the hall way there is a man in his early twenties with a very severe head injury. He drifts in and out of consciousness but as he does, he notices Dylan and calls him over. Dylan responds and heads over to the man wincing just slightly at his injury.
Dylan: Hey buddy… what happened to you?!
Guy: Ahh… I was jumped by some asshole. You… you’re Dylan Thomas aren’t you? Famous Wrestler?
Dylan: That I am.
Guy: What… are you doing here?
Dylan: My wife is pregnant. May be giving birth quite soon.
Guy: Oh, W-wow… C-Congrats.
Dylan: Thanks.
Guy: You’ve got that Duce Jones again on Sunday huh? I hope you kick his ass.
Dylan: Hey thanks. Buddy, weird question but would it be OK if I filmed your injury? I’m just about to give a message to Duce and I want to knock him off his game, y’know?
Suddenly the man smiles broadly.
Guy: Oh, wow… If you… think it would help. I’m a huge fan of yours.
Dylan: George, get up close and personal, filming this shit.
George films the guy’s head as Dylan begins to talk.
Dylan: Duce… you see that? All that blood, that ooze… that gunky shit? That’s what your head is gonna look like when I’m done with you at GCWA Homecoming. I’ve just heard your message saying that you’re gonna maim my handsome face. But you see, the truth is that is just not going to happen. You’ve already done it twice. What makes you think I’m going to let you do it again?!
Dylan grabs the camera from George holding it up to his face. He shakes his head with a deadly serious look on his face. Dylan is pissed.
Dylan: No… you see… since our match is a No DQ match and we can go anywhere… do anything! What do you say we make it interesting? You might be wondering how… Well… I say we say fuck the ring! We’re in Dallas Texas, so let’s start this match where there are no rules and no restrictions – outside the arena. You never know, we could have our match on a bus to San Antonio and finish up at the Alamo where one hell of a fight went down, years ago.
Dylan smirks.
Dylan: But… no matter where we end up or where we start, you are gonna end up in one of these when I’m done with you.
Dylan starts filming around the hospital causing a nurse to come over but he rams the camera into her face.
Dylan: You. Say ‘Duce sucks!’
Nurse: Excuse me Sir but this is a hospital. You cannot have the camera on in here and please get the camera out of my face.
Dylan: Ugh fine. I was done anyway.
Dylan turns the camera off and walks back over to the injured guy.
Dylan: My friend, thank-you for your help with that… Hey… What did you say your name was?
Suddenly, Dr. Wright comes around the corner and cannot believe her eyes when she sees the man who is lying on the gurney.
Dr. Wright: Mr. Thomas your wife is all set to have a bed upstairs. Take her up to Ward 42. Oh my God! Johnny?!
Dr. Wright breaks down at the side of the now unconscious man and Dylan heads back to Dr. Wright’s office with a wheelchair.
Dylan: Come on gorgeous, we’re going upstairs.
Lissandra: Is everything OK?
Dylan: Here? Sure. Sunday night, Dallas Texas? Duce Jones won’t be.
Lissandra: And I’ll be watching!
We fade out to Dylan Thomas pushing Lissandra down the corridor in a wheelchair towards the lifts heading upstairs.
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Word Count: 1,596
Dylan: Lissie? What did the doc say?
On the way back to the office Dylan had bought a cup of coffee to perk himself up. He takes a sip just as Lissandra starts talking.
Lissandra: Baby, I’m… Baby I’m pregnant!
Dylan spits his coffee all over the floor upon hearing the word pregnant.
George: Oh, Miss! Happy news, congratulations!
The Thomas’s meanwhile are not so certain at that statement and Dylan looks at Lissandra with equal measures of shock now.
Dylan: P-pregnant?! How?! We are always careful!
Lissandra: I know!
Dylan: I mean like, how far gone are you?!
Lissandra: Dr. Wright says I’m at least a few months gone but I had no idea… Sometimes it happens.
Dylan backs himself up against the wall of the office, still failing to take in what Lissandra has just told him. Not that it matters – Lissandra doesn’t seem to comprehend it either. A few minutes later and Dr. Wright comes through and once again sits at her computer screen, smiling.
Dylan: Doc… Are you sure that Lissie is pregnant?!
Dr. Wright: That’s what the tests that I have ran, say. Of course, Mr. Thomas, these ARE just preliminary tests. There is a small chance that I could be wrong, hence why I would like to keep Mrs. Thomas in for a week. I need to run tests to make sure.
Lissandra: No! I told you I can’t stay. I must get to Dylan’s match in Dallas, Texas. He is defending his title against Duce Jones. Baby! Tell her! I have to go with you!
Dylan looks at Lissandra and then Dr. Wright. He then once again turns his head to Lissandra, taking her tenderly by the hand and kissing her on the lips.
Dylan: Baby… you… you can’t come to Texas.
He kneels down beside the bed stroking some stray hairs from out of her eyes.
Lissandra: The hell I can’t…
Lissandra begins to move her legs from off the bed, but she is in too much pain. Dylan helps his wife back on to the bed, and he looks at her smiling.
Dylan: Baby… I will handle Duce Jones. I’ll get into that ring on Sunday night and I’m dedicating my title win to you and Dylan jr.
Lissandra smirks at ‘Dylan jr.’ and looks at Dylan dejected. She slowly comes to the realisation that Dylan is right. Lissandra smiles.
Lissandra: OK… But… You kick Duce’s ass good you hear me? I want NOTHING left of him when you retain your title. You kick his ass and you come back with that title still around your sexy waist.
Dylan smirks and kisses his wife once again. Dylan then looks over at Dr. Wright whilst George sits down since he has been standing up in the doorway for some time now.
Dylan: Yes, ma’am. Doctor….?
Wright: Yes?
Dylan: Can Lissie get a screen in here on Sunday night to watch my match, please?
Wright: I think we can arrange that, yes. Incidentally, Mr. Thomas?
Dylan nods.
Wright: I just wanted to tell you that my fiancé has followed your career ever since you were in the UWF.
Dylan: ...The UWF?! Shit… That was some time ago.
Wright: … Yes. Um… would it be possible to get an autograph? Please? He’s a huge fan of yours and was thrilled when you decided to come back to the wrestling world. Congratulations on your title win, by the way. My fiancé was overjoyed. He was never much of a fan of that uh… Duce Jones that you’re facing so I know he would be in your corner on Sunday.
Dylan smiles at Lissandra who rubs his hand gently. He then looks at Dr. Wright shrugging his shoulders.
Dylan: I mean… Sure I guess? You helped out Lissie and gave us both some awesome news. Um… do you have a piece of paper and pen?
Dr. Wright hands Dylan both a pen and paper.
Dylan: Who….uh… Who do I make it out to?
Wright: Oh right, ‘Johnny’.
Dylan nods and hastily jots down on the piece of paper the following:
‘Johnny,
Your soon to be wife has told me you’re a fan. Thanks for the support – look after her, she’s a keeper.
Yours,
Dylan, ‘Perfection Personified’ Thomas’
Dylan then hands back the paper and Dr. Wright reads it before putting it into her pocket.
Dr. Wright: Thank-you for that and thank-you for such kind words. You know, in real life, you’re not much like you are on TV, are you?
Dr. Wright smiles and stands up.
Wright: I’ll uh… see about getting you a bed up on the ward. Do excuse me.
Dylan, Lissandra and George, who has been sitting quietly in the corner of the office all watch Dr. Wright leave the office and Dylan feels his phone ping. He checks it and scowls.
Lissandra: Baby?
Dylan: George, do you still have that camera?
George: I do Sir, yes.
Dylan: Turn it on.
Lissandra: Is it Duce?
Dylan: Yes.
Lissandra reaches over and kisses Dylan again.
Lissandra: Go. Teach him a lesson.
Dylan: I’ll be right back sweetheart. George?
Dylan kisses Lissandra on the forehead leaving her in the office of Dr. Wright. George and Dylan head out into the corridor where people are rushing around like crazy. On a gurney in the hall way there is a man in his early twenties with a very severe head injury. He drifts in and out of consciousness but as he does, he notices Dylan and calls him over. Dylan responds and heads over to the man wincing just slightly at his injury.
Dylan: Hey buddy… what happened to you?!
Guy: Ahh… I was jumped by some asshole. You… you’re Dylan Thomas aren’t you? Famous Wrestler?
Dylan: That I am.
Guy: What… are you doing here?
Dylan: My wife is pregnant. May be giving birth quite soon.
Guy: Oh, W-wow… C-Congrats.
Dylan: Thanks.
Guy: You’ve got that Duce Jones again on Sunday huh? I hope you kick his ass.
Dylan: Hey thanks. Buddy, weird question but would it be OK if I filmed your injury? I’m just about to give a message to Duce and I want to knock him off his game, y’know?
Suddenly the man smiles broadly.
Guy: Oh, wow… If you… think it would help. I’m a huge fan of yours.
Dylan: George, get up close and personal, filming this shit.
George films the guy’s head as Dylan begins to talk.
Dylan: Duce… you see that? All that blood, that ooze… that gunky shit? That’s what your head is gonna look like when I’m done with you at GCWA Homecoming. I’ve just heard your message saying that you’re gonna maim my handsome face. But you see, the truth is that is just not going to happen. You’ve already done it twice. What makes you think I’m going to let you do it again?!
Dylan grabs the camera from George holding it up to his face. He shakes his head with a deadly serious look on his face. Dylan is pissed.
Dylan: No… you see… since our match is a No DQ match and we can go anywhere… do anything! What do you say we make it interesting? You might be wondering how… Well… I say we say fuck the ring! We’re in Dallas Texas, so let’s start this match where there are no rules and no restrictions – outside the arena. You never know, we could have our match on a bus to San Antonio and finish up at the Alamo where one hell of a fight went down, years ago.
Dylan smirks.
Dylan: But… no matter where we end up or where we start, you are gonna end up in one of these when I’m done with you.
Dylan starts filming around the hospital causing a nurse to come over but he rams the camera into her face.
Dylan: You. Say ‘Duce sucks!’
Nurse: Excuse me Sir but this is a hospital. You cannot have the camera on in here and please get the camera out of my face.
Dylan: Ugh fine. I was done anyway.
Dylan turns the camera off and walks back over to the injured guy.
Dylan: My friend, thank-you for your help with that… Hey… What did you say your name was?
Suddenly, Dr. Wright comes around the corner and cannot believe her eyes when she sees the man who is lying on the gurney.
Dr. Wright: Mr. Thomas your wife is all set to have a bed upstairs. Take her up to Ward 42. Oh my God! Johnny?!
Dr. Wright breaks down at the side of the now unconscious man and Dylan heads back to Dr. Wright’s office with a wheelchair.
Dylan: Come on gorgeous, we’re going upstairs.
Lissandra: Is everything OK?
Dylan: Here? Sure. Sunday night, Dallas Texas? Duce Jones won’t be.
Lissandra: And I’ll be watching!
We fade out to Dylan Thomas pushing Lissandra down the corridor in a wheelchair towards the lifts heading upstairs.
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Word Count: 1,596
