A still unconscious Lord and Dave tells the truth.
Jan 26, 2021 10:19:43 GMT -6
Deana Barrows and Sins of the Fathers like this
Post by The A-List Fixer on Jan 26, 2021 10:19:43 GMT -6
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Dave Branson is annoyed that his phone keeps going off, interrupting such a tender moment for the A-List. What tender moment, you ask? Let us rewind to the Inferno that has just taken place. Not only was Lissandra kidnapped on the pretence of going to see Deana Barrows by the Malvado brothers but Lord Allton was found unconscious out of his wheelchair later on in the show.
We join Lissandra, Dave Branson and Dylan Thomas entering the hospital room of a still unconscious Lord Allton with Vincenzo, Tank and Bill already there. Lissandra, visibly upset goes up to the bedside of Lord Allton and strokes his fringe away from his face.
Lissandra: Has there been any progress?
Bill visibly shaken, shakes his head and goes to say something but Vincenzo cuts him off.
Vincenzo: I’ve never seen the Boss like this.
Vincenzo bangs a fist onto a nearby table making everyone jump a little.
Vincenzo: Dylan, Dave-O… you’ve GOT to win at the PPV...For the boss. For Roberto.
Dylan and Dave stare at one another and nod with renewed purpose in their eyes. This one is for Lord Allton.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Dave once again looks at his phone at the call coming through. He sees that it’s from his private line. That could only mean one thing. Sal had another job for him. How many times did Dave have to say it? He was done with the Organization.
Dave: ‘Scuse me a moment.
Dave stands up to leave the room. He wanders through the corridors passing some nurses on the way who tell him that phones are not allowed to be on in the hospital. The Big Guy however, merely ignores them and gets to the front of the hospital, outside where he finally answers his phone.
Dave: WHAT?!
The usually stoic, barely talkative David Branson was pissed today. One of his fellow A-Listers was in the hospital, currently unresponsive and here was his previous Handler of the Organization STILL not leaving him alone despite Dave requesting as such and stating multiple times that Dave and the Organization were done.
Sal: Woah! Easy big man!!
Dave sighs.
Dave: Sal, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m not doing this anymore? I told you multiple times that I’m done in that line of work!
Sal: Not this one you’re not.
Dave: Excuse me?
Sal: I’ve had some information come across my desk. You’re not going to wanna hear it…
Dave: You’re right. G’bye Sal!
Sal: Dave, no! Wait! It’s your wrestling buddies! Dylan and Lissandra?
Dave was just about to cut off his phone when he heard the names of Dylan and Lissandra. He pauses and puts the phone back to his ear.
Dave: What about Dyl and Liss?
Sal: There’s a hit out on them. Someone wants your friends dead, Dave.
Dave closes his eyes as fear builds up inside him. But of course the man doesn’t let it show and remains as stoic as ever.
Dave: What did you just fucking say?
Sal: Yeah. 750,000 per person. Quite a pay-out… I guess them’s the brakes out in Hollywood.
Dave: Shut the fuck up right now.
Sal sighs.
Sal: Sorry big man. That was too far. I just thought that I would give you a heads up before the guys upstairs got wind of it.
Dave nodded. He knew how relentless the Organization could be. After all, he was their best agent for over a decade.
Dave: Thanks Sal.
Dave puts his phone away and races back up to the room of Lord Allton. Not a lot has changed since leaving. Everyone is in a sour note still.
Dave: Dyl. Liss… we’ve got to go…
Lissandra looks at Dave and shakes her head.
Lissandra: Rob is lying here in a hospital bed, unconscious with no sign of waking up yet! How can you be so callous, David?! I’m not going anywhere!
Dylan: Lissie’s right, bro. We can’t leave… It’s bad enough that Lux and Ka’Derrion did THIS to my head on the last Inferno…
**Dylan points to a huge bruise on the side of his head after Ka’Derrion’s title belt shot**
Dylan: …. It’s bad enough that those Malvado scum bags kidnap Lissie – fuck knows what they had planned there. I don’t speak Spanish, so who knows? But all four of them – I’m guessing did THIS to our FRIEND.
Dylan points at the still unconscious Lord Allton and grows angrier by the second.
Dylan: How dare they?! How dare they think that THIS is acceptable?! At Adrenaline Rush… I’m murdering the Sins of the Fathers!
Dave: If I don’t get you two out of here right now, you won’t be getting to the Pay-Per-View!
Lissandra: What are you talking about?
Dave sighs heavily and grabs Leliana’s baby seat, hooking it over his arm before grabbing both Dylan and Lissandra by the collars of their shirts and drags them towards the door and down into the hospital parking lot. He throws them as softly yet forcefully as he can into his Mercedes (first checking underneath for a bomb). Nothing. Tank and Vincenzo follow on behind with Vincenzo asking what the fuck is going on. But Dave ignores them and steps into the car starting it up, driving out of the parking lot with Tank and Vincenzo merely standing there confused. We can presume that they make their way back to Allton’s room.
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Thirty-five minutes later, on the road to… well… on the road.
Lissandra: David, I don’t appreciate this prank.
Dave: I wish this was a prank.
Dylan: OK big man… Enough is enough. What the fuck is going on?
Dave sighs, nodding.
Dave: Alright, look. There’s a lot that you don’t know about me. I’ve never been 100% open with you about who I am.
Dylan and Lissandra stare at Dave, silently allowing him to continue.
Dave: Before, I worked for you two… and sometimes at the same time… I worked as a hitman for an Organization. We took out high profile targets, making the world that little safer after each contract.
Dave pauses, noticing that there has been a car tailing them ever since they left the hospital. A dark grey, metallic colour. He pulls out his gun as the car draws nearer and nearer.
Dylan: What the fuck?!
Dave: Hold on, and keep your heads down. This is gonna be a bumpy ride.
Lissandra: David! What have you gotten yourself into and why are WE involved?!
Dave steers his Mercedes into the oncoming lanes of the highway trying to escape the slate grey car that seems to be following them.
Everyone: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!
Dylan: Seriously! What the fuck?!
Dave: If I don’t get you out of here NOW, you two are going to die! You have a hit out on you! 750K per person….
Lissandra: WHAT?!
Dave swerves his car around cars as they all honk in his direction. He aims the gun out of the window with his left hand while steering the wheel with his right. He fires, aiming at the front tyre of the slate car that is now pretty much on their tail.
Dave: Y’see that car?!
Dylan and Lissandra briefly peer up from their hiding place and see the car tailing them, before putting their heads back down.
Dylan: Alright bro! We get it… DRIVE! DRIVE!
Dave’s shot misses so he fires another before flooring the gas. He then glances into the rear-view mirror watching the slate grey car careen into bollards on the side of the road and he then briefly takes a breather as Dylan and Lissandra sit up in the backseat again. Lissandra’s hair is a mess and she’s not happy about that one either.
Lissandra: Jesus! First we get held up and robbed at gun point in Italy before Adrenaline Rush, and now THIS!
Dave: You never told me about that one.
Dylan nods, remembering.
Dylan: Except that was Darkness Falls baby…
Lissandra rolls her eyes.
Lissandra: WHATEVER! The point is… why do we always go into a GCWA Pay-Per-View when we’re about to die?!
Lissandra bursts into tears and Dylan hugs her while Dave drives.
Dave: We better find some place to lay low for tonight.
Dylan: How about that place?
The trio drive for a while only to pass a motel on the side of the road that looks EXTREMELY Norman Bates-y. They are now in the middle of nowhere. The neon sign of the motel is flashing like it only partly works with bulbs missing and there are trees surrounding the place.
Lissandra: HERE?!
Dave: Actually it’s pretty good. Out of the way, off the road. Off the grid.
Lissandra sighs as they get out of the car. She’s petrified as she gets Leliana out of her baby seat. Lilly’s cooing and laughing away without a care in the world.
Lissandra: Well if we weren’t going to die earlier, we definitely are tonight!
Dylan: We’re not going to die, baby… it’s gonna be fine.
Dave looks down at Lissandra and smiles.
Dave: I’m not going to let anything happen to you two. Come on, let’s see about getting rooms. The rain’s about to come down.
Dave as ever is right. The rain has started to come down heavily. The trio walks towards Reception as we fade out, for now to black.
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Xavier Lux and Marcus Ka’Derrion. The ‘Sins of the Fathers’. Interestin’ name. If that doesn’t scream ‘Daddy Issues’, I’ve no fuckin’ idea what does. But you two crossed the fuckin’ line last week. Gettin’ your goon squad to KIDNAP a woman who doesn’t even wrestle. Attack myself and Dylan in the Parking Lot of the arena and to top it off leave a handicapped man unconcious on the floor. Who is STILL recovering, might I add! Oh as part of the A-List I’ve done some shit. Some really heinous shit. Even outside of wrestling have I done some heinous shit.
Now that’s not me biggin’ myself up to sound ‘edgy’ or some shit. That’s fact boys. But you really fucked with two guys that you really don’t wanna fuck with. I’d have said kudos if you’d had left it at the attack in the parking lot, but bringing Lissie into it? Knocking Allton out of his chair? AND leaving him unconcious. You boys are damn fucking lucky that I love to fight. Because you’re getting that fight. Hell you’re getting a war. We attacked you yes… but did we dig up your dead dads and mutilate them? No. Lookin’ back on it – seeing how things worked out? Maybe we should have...
When this war at Adrenaline Rush is over Sins, you’re gonna be wishin’ that you didn’t piss us off. Because when Dave Branson is pissed off, heads fuckin’ roll. And I’ve decided that Ka’Derrion… I’m starting with you. I’m rippin’ that pretty head from your shoulders and hanging up in my study at home.
Oh but Xavier, don’t worry… I haven’t left you out, kiddo. It’s just that when I’m done with you Lux… Like Lord Allton you’re gonna be needing a wheelchair and with your bald head… you’re gonna be lookin’ like a much more well known Xavier in the world.
When the A-List are done with you boys, we’re walking out of Adrenaline Rush as the NEW GCWA Tag Team Champions and there is nothing that you two can do about it. The beating that we gave you a fortnight ago at Inferno? It was nothin’ compared to what Dylan and I do at the pay-per-view.
The A-List may have started this, but you made it personal. And that is goin’ to prove to be very bad for your health. Get ready to get used to bein’ known as the FORMER GCWA Tag Team Champs. Because those belts are comin’ home with us.
This war, it was always gonna happen. The belts are just icin’ on the cake.
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Word Count: 2001
Dave Branson is annoyed that his phone keeps going off, interrupting such a tender moment for the A-List. What tender moment, you ask? Let us rewind to the Inferno that has just taken place. Not only was Lissandra kidnapped on the pretence of going to see Deana Barrows by the Malvado brothers but Lord Allton was found unconscious out of his wheelchair later on in the show.
We join Lissandra, Dave Branson and Dylan Thomas entering the hospital room of a still unconscious Lord Allton with Vincenzo, Tank and Bill already there. Lissandra, visibly upset goes up to the bedside of Lord Allton and strokes his fringe away from his face.
Lissandra: Has there been any progress?
Bill visibly shaken, shakes his head and goes to say something but Vincenzo cuts him off.
Vincenzo: I’ve never seen the Boss like this.
Vincenzo bangs a fist onto a nearby table making everyone jump a little.
Vincenzo: Dylan, Dave-O… you’ve GOT to win at the PPV...For the boss. For Roberto.
Dylan and Dave stare at one another and nod with renewed purpose in their eyes. This one is for Lord Allton.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Dave once again looks at his phone at the call coming through. He sees that it’s from his private line. That could only mean one thing. Sal had another job for him. How many times did Dave have to say it? He was done with the Organization.
Dave: ‘Scuse me a moment.
Dave stands up to leave the room. He wanders through the corridors passing some nurses on the way who tell him that phones are not allowed to be on in the hospital. The Big Guy however, merely ignores them and gets to the front of the hospital, outside where he finally answers his phone.
Dave: WHAT?!
The usually stoic, barely talkative David Branson was pissed today. One of his fellow A-Listers was in the hospital, currently unresponsive and here was his previous Handler of the Organization STILL not leaving him alone despite Dave requesting as such and stating multiple times that Dave and the Organization were done.
Sal: Woah! Easy big man!!
Dave sighs.
Dave: Sal, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m not doing this anymore? I told you multiple times that I’m done in that line of work!
Sal: Not this one you’re not.
Dave: Excuse me?
Sal: I’ve had some information come across my desk. You’re not going to wanna hear it…
Dave: You’re right. G’bye Sal!
Sal: Dave, no! Wait! It’s your wrestling buddies! Dylan and Lissandra?
Dave was just about to cut off his phone when he heard the names of Dylan and Lissandra. He pauses and puts the phone back to his ear.
Dave: What about Dyl and Liss?
Sal: There’s a hit out on them. Someone wants your friends dead, Dave.
Dave closes his eyes as fear builds up inside him. But of course the man doesn’t let it show and remains as stoic as ever.
Dave: What did you just fucking say?
Sal: Yeah. 750,000 per person. Quite a pay-out… I guess them’s the brakes out in Hollywood.
Dave: Shut the fuck up right now.
Sal sighs.
Sal: Sorry big man. That was too far. I just thought that I would give you a heads up before the guys upstairs got wind of it.
Dave nodded. He knew how relentless the Organization could be. After all, he was their best agent for over a decade.
Dave: Thanks Sal.
Dave puts his phone away and races back up to the room of Lord Allton. Not a lot has changed since leaving. Everyone is in a sour note still.
Dave: Dyl. Liss… we’ve got to go…
Lissandra looks at Dave and shakes her head.
Lissandra: Rob is lying here in a hospital bed, unconscious with no sign of waking up yet! How can you be so callous, David?! I’m not going anywhere!
Dylan: Lissie’s right, bro. We can’t leave… It’s bad enough that Lux and Ka’Derrion did THIS to my head on the last Inferno…
**Dylan points to a huge bruise on the side of his head after Ka’Derrion’s title belt shot**
Dylan: …. It’s bad enough that those Malvado scum bags kidnap Lissie – fuck knows what they had planned there. I don’t speak Spanish, so who knows? But all four of them – I’m guessing did THIS to our FRIEND.
Dylan points at the still unconscious Lord Allton and grows angrier by the second.
Dylan: How dare they?! How dare they think that THIS is acceptable?! At Adrenaline Rush… I’m murdering the Sins of the Fathers!
Dave: If I don’t get you two out of here right now, you won’t be getting to the Pay-Per-View!
Lissandra: What are you talking about?
Dave sighs heavily and grabs Leliana’s baby seat, hooking it over his arm before grabbing both Dylan and Lissandra by the collars of their shirts and drags them towards the door and down into the hospital parking lot. He throws them as softly yet forcefully as he can into his Mercedes (first checking underneath for a bomb). Nothing. Tank and Vincenzo follow on behind with Vincenzo asking what the fuck is going on. But Dave ignores them and steps into the car starting it up, driving out of the parking lot with Tank and Vincenzo merely standing there confused. We can presume that they make their way back to Allton’s room.
=-----------=-------------=
Thirty-five minutes later, on the road to… well… on the road.
Lissandra: David, I don’t appreciate this prank.
Dave: I wish this was a prank.
Dylan: OK big man… Enough is enough. What the fuck is going on?
Dave sighs, nodding.
Dave: Alright, look. There’s a lot that you don’t know about me. I’ve never been 100% open with you about who I am.
Dylan and Lissandra stare at Dave, silently allowing him to continue.
Dave: Before, I worked for you two… and sometimes at the same time… I worked as a hitman for an Organization. We took out high profile targets, making the world that little safer after each contract.
Dave pauses, noticing that there has been a car tailing them ever since they left the hospital. A dark grey, metallic colour. He pulls out his gun as the car draws nearer and nearer.
Dylan: What the fuck?!
Dave: Hold on, and keep your heads down. This is gonna be a bumpy ride.
Lissandra: David! What have you gotten yourself into and why are WE involved?!
Dave steers his Mercedes into the oncoming lanes of the highway trying to escape the slate grey car that seems to be following them.
Everyone: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!
Dylan: Seriously! What the fuck?!
Dave: If I don’t get you out of here NOW, you two are going to die! You have a hit out on you! 750K per person….
Lissandra: WHAT?!
Dave swerves his car around cars as they all honk in his direction. He aims the gun out of the window with his left hand while steering the wheel with his right. He fires, aiming at the front tyre of the slate car that is now pretty much on their tail.
Dave: Y’see that car?!
Dylan and Lissandra briefly peer up from their hiding place and see the car tailing them, before putting their heads back down.
Dylan: Alright bro! We get it… DRIVE! DRIVE!
Dave’s shot misses so he fires another before flooring the gas. He then glances into the rear-view mirror watching the slate grey car careen into bollards on the side of the road and he then briefly takes a breather as Dylan and Lissandra sit up in the backseat again. Lissandra’s hair is a mess and she’s not happy about that one either.
Lissandra: Jesus! First we get held up and robbed at gun point in Italy before Adrenaline Rush, and now THIS!
Dave: You never told me about that one.
Dylan nods, remembering.
Dylan: Except that was Darkness Falls baby…
Lissandra rolls her eyes.
Lissandra: WHATEVER! The point is… why do we always go into a GCWA Pay-Per-View when we’re about to die?!
Lissandra bursts into tears and Dylan hugs her while Dave drives.
Dave: We better find some place to lay low for tonight.
Dylan: How about that place?
The trio drive for a while only to pass a motel on the side of the road that looks EXTREMELY Norman Bates-y. They are now in the middle of nowhere. The neon sign of the motel is flashing like it only partly works with bulbs missing and there are trees surrounding the place.
Lissandra: HERE?!
Dave: Actually it’s pretty good. Out of the way, off the road. Off the grid.
Lissandra sighs as they get out of the car. She’s petrified as she gets Leliana out of her baby seat. Lilly’s cooing and laughing away without a care in the world.
Lissandra: Well if we weren’t going to die earlier, we definitely are tonight!
Dylan: We’re not going to die, baby… it’s gonna be fine.
Dave looks down at Lissandra and smiles.
Dave: I’m not going to let anything happen to you two. Come on, let’s see about getting rooms. The rain’s about to come down.
Dave as ever is right. The rain has started to come down heavily. The trio walks towards Reception as we fade out, for now to black.
=-----------=------------=
Xavier Lux and Marcus Ka’Derrion. The ‘Sins of the Fathers’. Interestin’ name. If that doesn’t scream ‘Daddy Issues’, I’ve no fuckin’ idea what does. But you two crossed the fuckin’ line last week. Gettin’ your goon squad to KIDNAP a woman who doesn’t even wrestle. Attack myself and Dylan in the Parking Lot of the arena and to top it off leave a handicapped man unconcious on the floor. Who is STILL recovering, might I add! Oh as part of the A-List I’ve done some shit. Some really heinous shit. Even outside of wrestling have I done some heinous shit.
Now that’s not me biggin’ myself up to sound ‘edgy’ or some shit. That’s fact boys. But you really fucked with two guys that you really don’t wanna fuck with. I’d have said kudos if you’d had left it at the attack in the parking lot, but bringing Lissie into it? Knocking Allton out of his chair? AND leaving him unconcious. You boys are damn fucking lucky that I love to fight. Because you’re getting that fight. Hell you’re getting a war. We attacked you yes… but did we dig up your dead dads and mutilate them? No. Lookin’ back on it – seeing how things worked out? Maybe we should have...
When this war at Adrenaline Rush is over Sins, you’re gonna be wishin’ that you didn’t piss us off. Because when Dave Branson is pissed off, heads fuckin’ roll. And I’ve decided that Ka’Derrion… I’m starting with you. I’m rippin’ that pretty head from your shoulders and hanging up in my study at home.
Oh but Xavier, don’t worry… I haven’t left you out, kiddo. It’s just that when I’m done with you Lux… Like Lord Allton you’re gonna be needing a wheelchair and with your bald head… you’re gonna be lookin’ like a much more well known Xavier in the world.
When the A-List are done with you boys, we’re walking out of Adrenaline Rush as the NEW GCWA Tag Team Champions and there is nothing that you two can do about it. The beating that we gave you a fortnight ago at Inferno? It was nothin’ compared to what Dylan and I do at the pay-per-view.
The A-List may have started this, but you made it personal. And that is goin’ to prove to be very bad for your health. Get ready to get used to bein’ known as the FORMER GCWA Tag Team Champs. Because those belts are comin’ home with us.
This war, it was always gonna happen. The belts are just icin’ on the cake.
=----------=-------------=
Word Count: 2001
