Thunder, Lightning...the A-List are gonna make you...famous!
Oct 19, 2019 16:33:43 GMT -6
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Post by Dylan Thomas on Oct 19, 2019 16:33:43 GMT -6
At the most recent Friday Night Inferno, we saw Dylan Thomas become the NEW number one contender for the GCWA X-Division title after knocking the legendary Chad Vargas clean out. We also saw the Messiah of Perfection make sure that GCWA have to find themselves a new janitor since Peter Vaughn’s stomach won’t be the same after that Perfect Finisher. Maybe that will put the guy on the straight and narrow now – too many ‘health supplements’ in his system.
Most importantly of all, we saw the debut of GCWA’s finest team to date. Already GCWA’s most talked about commodity! The A-List are here: The A-List are going to take over – everybody is now being put on notice.
We join the Thomas’s now back at home as they are on the phone with new Best Friend, The Incredible One.
Lissandra: You see? You see what you two took care of last night? I told you, TIO. We would gladly help you out with your Rocketman problem. What? Oh yeah. Dylan is ecstatic right now – he can’t wait to take down Crazy Chris and become the new X-Division champion. You at High Rollers – perfect name for us of the A-List – are going to destroy Ed Houston, we both know that, but y’know what I’m thinking? To REALLY take over GCWA, you’re gonna need ALL the belts. Picture this in the future: What if Dylan held the X-Division, you held the World Heavyweight and then… Then… you BOTH held the GCWA Tag Team Titles? The A-List would certainly get the world talking then.
Lissandra’s phone beeps.
Lissandra: Hang on TIO… I have a message. Two seconds.
Lissandra checks her phone and bursts out laughing. This causes Dylan to come running in from his workout in the Thomas’s personal gym.
Dylan: What, what is it? Baby?
Lissandra continues to laugh uncontrollably shaking her head and everything. She passes Dylan her phone.
Lissandra: T-Talk to TIO whilst I c-calm d-down.
Dylan looks at Lissandra’s phone only to see that next week at Inferno The A-List’s debut tag team match is against none other than Thunder and Lightning! Dylan then laughs himself.
Dylan: H-Hello? TIO? Yeah. Heh sorry about that… Lissie is having a bit of a moment. Have you… Have you seen who we have a match with next week? Well, the good news is: The A-List begins their takeover of GCWA in a tag team match. The bad news? That’s the best part – there is none! Our ‘opponents’ if you can call them such are those stupid, idiotic amoebas Thunder & Lightning! Haha! It looks as if the Barrows brothers are essentially giving us the night off! Those losers have never won a damn match. And then they think they’re gonna beat me and you?
Lissandra has tears coming out of her eyes still but for the most part she seems to have calmed down. She wipes away her tears just as Dylan finishes up on the phone with TIO.
Dylan: Yeah. Yeah man, OK… Yeah. We’ll see you Friday. Later.
Dylan hangs up and gives Lissandra back her phone, smiling.
Dylan: Baby… I think the Barrows brothers are behind the A-List, don’t you?
Lissandra: I made sure they were, honey.
Lissandra giggles as Dylan comes over to where she’s sitting, puts his arms lovingly around her whilst standing behind and plants a massive kiss on her cheek. Lissandra then smiles broadly and pulls Dylan down into a full on kiss on the lips.
Dylan: I think M’lady… it’s time to celebrate our early victory, don’t you?
Lissandra: Lead the way, my handsome Perfect Prince.
Dylan scoops up Lissandra with a smirk and proceeds to carry her upstairs.
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It’s the next morning and the Thomas’s are having breakfast in down town Hollywood. They are at a diner type café where the smell of bacon cooking fills the air. Kids are running around with tired looking mothers chasing after them and Princess Lissandra looks less than impressed.
Lissandra: Dylan… what are we doing in… such a… slum of a breakfast place? I mean look over there, baby! Some ignorant, stupid waitress has spilt GREASE on the floor!
Dylan: Baby...baby… I know what you’re thinking, but I promise you, angel… the bacon in this place is -for lack of a better word – Perfect.
Dylan winks at Lissandra who caves in with a blushing smile…
Lissandra: Fine. Ooh… By the way! I’ve scheduled you in to appear on the Ellen Degeneres show before GCWA High Rollers. So…. Plug away.
Dylan: Oh cool. Ellen Degeneres is funny.
Lissandra: Saturday Night Live also called.
Dylan: S-Saturday Night Live?! SNL itself?
Lissandra: Yup.
It’s Lissandra’s turn now to wink as she knows how much of a fan her man is of the popular programme. Dylan can barely contain his excitement just as a waitress comes over with bacon and pancakes for the couple.
Dylan: ….And?!
Dylan looks at the waitress.
Dylan: Yeah, thanks. Lissie, what did SNL say?!
Lissandra looks at Dylan and smirks.
Lissandra: They want us to co-host it. After your success with GCWA they saw no other person that it could be, baby. I obviously told them that we would love to do it.
Dylan: So when?!
Lissandra: They want you after High Rollers but before the next Inferno.
Dylan leans over the table to kiss Lissandra. She smiles broadly and looks out of the diner window. It has suddenly come over very dark and it has suddenly began to rain and after a few seconds the Thomas’s can hear the unmistakeable clap of thunder. Lissandra grimaces.
Lissandra: Aw… no! Look at that!
After a few moments however an evil grin comes over Lissandra’s face. Dylan smiles in confusion whilst chomping down on some bacon and pancakes.
Dylan: What?
Lissandra: Do you think those two numb skulls are stood in a field right now, waiting for you and TIO to cave their skulls in?
Dylan suddenly bursts into laughter holding his wife’s hand. He squeezes hard and cannot help but fall in love with her all over again.
Dylan: This. This is why I married you, beautiful. You always know how to make me laugh. I love you.
Dylan gets out his phone and right in the middle of the diner, he gently pulls Lissandra to her feet. He then gives Lissandra his phone and tells her to film him. She does. Dylan mockingly begins to flex his arms into various poses as Lissandra looks on smiling broadly.
Dylan: Dylan! Dylan Thomas! You have no chance on Fri-
Dylan suddenly stops as he cannot keep up the charade for much longer. He smiles with a grin bigger than the Cheshire Cat.
Dylan: I-I’m sorry. I can’t keep that up. Thunder… Lightning… You guys are going to be a cakewalk for the A-List on Friday Night. I mean, what is Jonny Barrows thinking feeding you to such hungry wolves? Boys… I mean, have you two actually won a match yet here in the GCWA?
Dylan looks over the camera’s eyeline at Lissandra.
Dylan: Lissie?
Lissandra (off camera): Not to my knowledge.
Dylan: That’s good enough for me. If my wife says that you haven’t won, then you haven’t won. And… if you’ve won against someone that we’ve forgotten about… well… they clearly don’t matter, do they? Just like you boys are of little – no – NO consequence. Y’see boys I said last week that myself, my beautiful wife and The Incredible One are taking over the GCWA as a cohesive unit – and that boys starts at GCWA Friday Night Inferno next week – October 25! The Incredible One and myself are going to decimate you when you show up next week. If you even DO show up.
Dylan smirks at the camera.
Dylan: Actually boys it might be easier for you two if you don’t show up. I mean...any credibility that you think you had before you face the A-List… that’s going out of the window. Thunder: Do you HONESTLY believe that screaming like the Incredible Hulk makes you intimidating? It doesn’t. There is only ONE man who deserves the ‘Incredible’ moniker in the GCWA – and he’s my tag team partner next Friday night – and from here on out! And Lightning: I mean… static shocking people?
Dylan smirks again.
Dylan: You use that move on Friday night and I’m reporting you to Jonny Barrows. Surely -surely! That attack is illegal. Then again, not that it matters though because myself and the Incredible One are going to make sure that you never get to use it! Hell, next week I may wear gloves made of rubber – everyone knows that rubber doesn’t conduct electricity.
Dylan begins to laugh again, clearly enjoying himself a little too much. He once again chomps down on some pancakes and points to the camera smiling. He swallows his mouthful of breakfast before continuing.
Dylan: Lissie, film the storm coming down now…
Lissandra turns the phone camera to film outside. The weather is now seriously lashing down. Police are even outside beginning to set up road blocks. Dylan then points to the TV and Lissandra films the emergency bulletin that has come onto the screen. However it is unfortunately too low to hear on camera. She then points the camera back at her man.
Dylan: I don’t know if you boys caught any of what the news woman just said, but she basically said that there is now a very severe weather warning and that we should stay home – but since we’re not home, we’re going to have to wait for the storm to pass. Y’see boys THAT -
Dylan points out of the window.
Dylan: … is a ‘Wrath’ of a storm. Mother Nature at her angriest. Not you two. You boys are nothing but cannon fodder. Jokes. Prey being fed to two hungry A-List wolves – but that’s OK. Sometimes we need a night off some seriously strenuous wrestling. The A-List will be there on Friday Night boys. And I plan on making the match fairly quick because the A-List are too busy for y’know… jobbers. See you Friday.
Dylan winks and Lissandra cuts the feed, sending the video straight to GCWA headquarters so that they can air the message ready for Friday night.
Lissandra: Baby…
Lissandra kisses Dylan as he sits back down again.
Lissandra: ...That… was brutal.
Dylan: But all true my angel. All true.
Lissandra smirks and pulls out her phone ready to phone George.
We leave the Thomas’s for now in the diner. Let us hope that the bad weather stops in time for the A-List to do battle on Friday Night. Dylan is clearly ready. It would seem as though the debut of the A-List is going to be… Perfection.
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Word Count: 1,788
Most importantly of all, we saw the debut of GCWA’s finest team to date. Already GCWA’s most talked about commodity! The A-List are here: The A-List are going to take over – everybody is now being put on notice.
We join the Thomas’s now back at home as they are on the phone with new Best Friend, The Incredible One.
Lissandra: You see? You see what you two took care of last night? I told you, TIO. We would gladly help you out with your Rocketman problem. What? Oh yeah. Dylan is ecstatic right now – he can’t wait to take down Crazy Chris and become the new X-Division champion. You at High Rollers – perfect name for us of the A-List – are going to destroy Ed Houston, we both know that, but y’know what I’m thinking? To REALLY take over GCWA, you’re gonna need ALL the belts. Picture this in the future: What if Dylan held the X-Division, you held the World Heavyweight and then… Then… you BOTH held the GCWA Tag Team Titles? The A-List would certainly get the world talking then.
Lissandra’s phone beeps.
Lissandra: Hang on TIO… I have a message. Two seconds.
Lissandra checks her phone and bursts out laughing. This causes Dylan to come running in from his workout in the Thomas’s personal gym.
Dylan: What, what is it? Baby?
Lissandra continues to laugh uncontrollably shaking her head and everything. She passes Dylan her phone.
Lissandra: T-Talk to TIO whilst I c-calm d-down.
Dylan looks at Lissandra’s phone only to see that next week at Inferno The A-List’s debut tag team match is against none other than Thunder and Lightning! Dylan then laughs himself.
Dylan: H-Hello? TIO? Yeah. Heh sorry about that… Lissie is having a bit of a moment. Have you… Have you seen who we have a match with next week? Well, the good news is: The A-List begins their takeover of GCWA in a tag team match. The bad news? That’s the best part – there is none! Our ‘opponents’ if you can call them such are those stupid, idiotic amoebas Thunder & Lightning! Haha! It looks as if the Barrows brothers are essentially giving us the night off! Those losers have never won a damn match. And then they think they’re gonna beat me and you?
Lissandra has tears coming out of her eyes still but for the most part she seems to have calmed down. She wipes away her tears just as Dylan finishes up on the phone with TIO.
Dylan: Yeah. Yeah man, OK… Yeah. We’ll see you Friday. Later.
Dylan hangs up and gives Lissandra back her phone, smiling.
Dylan: Baby… I think the Barrows brothers are behind the A-List, don’t you?
Lissandra: I made sure they were, honey.
Lissandra giggles as Dylan comes over to where she’s sitting, puts his arms lovingly around her whilst standing behind and plants a massive kiss on her cheek. Lissandra then smiles broadly and pulls Dylan down into a full on kiss on the lips.
Dylan: I think M’lady… it’s time to celebrate our early victory, don’t you?
Lissandra: Lead the way, my handsome Perfect Prince.
Dylan scoops up Lissandra with a smirk and proceeds to carry her upstairs.
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It’s the next morning and the Thomas’s are having breakfast in down town Hollywood. They are at a diner type café where the smell of bacon cooking fills the air. Kids are running around with tired looking mothers chasing after them and Princess Lissandra looks less than impressed.
Lissandra: Dylan… what are we doing in… such a… slum of a breakfast place? I mean look over there, baby! Some ignorant, stupid waitress has spilt GREASE on the floor!
Dylan: Baby...baby… I know what you’re thinking, but I promise you, angel… the bacon in this place is -for lack of a better word – Perfect.
Dylan winks at Lissandra who caves in with a blushing smile…
Lissandra: Fine. Ooh… By the way! I’ve scheduled you in to appear on the Ellen Degeneres show before GCWA High Rollers. So…. Plug away.
Dylan: Oh cool. Ellen Degeneres is funny.
Lissandra: Saturday Night Live also called.
Dylan: S-Saturday Night Live?! SNL itself?
Lissandra: Yup.
It’s Lissandra’s turn now to wink as she knows how much of a fan her man is of the popular programme. Dylan can barely contain his excitement just as a waitress comes over with bacon and pancakes for the couple.
Dylan: ….And?!
Dylan looks at the waitress.
Dylan: Yeah, thanks. Lissie, what did SNL say?!
Lissandra looks at Dylan and smirks.
Lissandra: They want us to co-host it. After your success with GCWA they saw no other person that it could be, baby. I obviously told them that we would love to do it.
Dylan: So when?!
Lissandra: They want you after High Rollers but before the next Inferno.
Dylan leans over the table to kiss Lissandra. She smiles broadly and looks out of the diner window. It has suddenly come over very dark and it has suddenly began to rain and after a few seconds the Thomas’s can hear the unmistakeable clap of thunder. Lissandra grimaces.
Lissandra: Aw… no! Look at that!
After a few moments however an evil grin comes over Lissandra’s face. Dylan smiles in confusion whilst chomping down on some bacon and pancakes.
Dylan: What?
Lissandra: Do you think those two numb skulls are stood in a field right now, waiting for you and TIO to cave their skulls in?
Dylan suddenly bursts into laughter holding his wife’s hand. He squeezes hard and cannot help but fall in love with her all over again.
Dylan: This. This is why I married you, beautiful. You always know how to make me laugh. I love you.
Dylan gets out his phone and right in the middle of the diner, he gently pulls Lissandra to her feet. He then gives Lissandra his phone and tells her to film him. She does. Dylan mockingly begins to flex his arms into various poses as Lissandra looks on smiling broadly.
Dylan: Dylan! Dylan Thomas! You have no chance on Fri-
Dylan suddenly stops as he cannot keep up the charade for much longer. He smiles with a grin bigger than the Cheshire Cat.
Dylan: I-I’m sorry. I can’t keep that up. Thunder… Lightning… You guys are going to be a cakewalk for the A-List on Friday Night. I mean, what is Jonny Barrows thinking feeding you to such hungry wolves? Boys… I mean, have you two actually won a match yet here in the GCWA?
Dylan looks over the camera’s eyeline at Lissandra.
Dylan: Lissie?
Lissandra (off camera): Not to my knowledge.
Dylan: That’s good enough for me. If my wife says that you haven’t won, then you haven’t won. And… if you’ve won against someone that we’ve forgotten about… well… they clearly don’t matter, do they? Just like you boys are of little – no – NO consequence. Y’see boys I said last week that myself, my beautiful wife and The Incredible One are taking over the GCWA as a cohesive unit – and that boys starts at GCWA Friday Night Inferno next week – October 25! The Incredible One and myself are going to decimate you when you show up next week. If you even DO show up.
Dylan smirks at the camera.
Dylan: Actually boys it might be easier for you two if you don’t show up. I mean...any credibility that you think you had before you face the A-List… that’s going out of the window. Thunder: Do you HONESTLY believe that screaming like the Incredible Hulk makes you intimidating? It doesn’t. There is only ONE man who deserves the ‘Incredible’ moniker in the GCWA – and he’s my tag team partner next Friday night – and from here on out! And Lightning: I mean… static shocking people?
Dylan smirks again.
Dylan: You use that move on Friday night and I’m reporting you to Jonny Barrows. Surely -surely! That attack is illegal. Then again, not that it matters though because myself and the Incredible One are going to make sure that you never get to use it! Hell, next week I may wear gloves made of rubber – everyone knows that rubber doesn’t conduct electricity.
Dylan begins to laugh again, clearly enjoying himself a little too much. He once again chomps down on some pancakes and points to the camera smiling. He swallows his mouthful of breakfast before continuing.
Dylan: Lissie, film the storm coming down now…
Lissandra turns the phone camera to film outside. The weather is now seriously lashing down. Police are even outside beginning to set up road blocks. Dylan then points to the TV and Lissandra films the emergency bulletin that has come onto the screen. However it is unfortunately too low to hear on camera. She then points the camera back at her man.
Dylan: I don’t know if you boys caught any of what the news woman just said, but she basically said that there is now a very severe weather warning and that we should stay home – but since we’re not home, we’re going to have to wait for the storm to pass. Y’see boys THAT -
Dylan points out of the window.
Dylan: … is a ‘Wrath’ of a storm. Mother Nature at her angriest. Not you two. You boys are nothing but cannon fodder. Jokes. Prey being fed to two hungry A-List wolves – but that’s OK. Sometimes we need a night off some seriously strenuous wrestling. The A-List will be there on Friday Night boys. And I plan on making the match fairly quick because the A-List are too busy for y’know… jobbers. See you Friday.
Dylan winks and Lissandra cuts the feed, sending the video straight to GCWA headquarters so that they can air the message ready for Friday night.
Lissandra: Baby…
Lissandra kisses Dylan as he sits back down again.
Lissandra: ...That… was brutal.
Dylan: But all true my angel. All true.
Lissandra smirks and pulls out her phone ready to phone George.
We leave the Thomas’s for now in the diner. Let us hope that the bad weather stops in time for the A-List to do battle on Friday Night. Dylan is clearly ready. It would seem as though the debut of the A-List is going to be… Perfection.
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Word Count: 1,788
