Post by The A-List Fixer on Nov 18, 2019 17:10:01 GMT -6
We cut to inside a seedy fight club – where a ‘circle’ made up of the watching crowd has two guys inside it. One of which is Dave Branson. People are cheering, watching the utter carnage. Dave has the man by the throat and is constantly beating on him with his free hand, blood is splattering everywhere from the poor wretch. One final punch later and the man is down and out. Dave wipes the blood splatter away from his face, smirking at the blood thirsty crowd, but he shakes his head – picking up the already unconscious fellow by the neck and once again grabbing him by the throat. He delivers the only true wrestling manoeuvre that he knows – the Chokeslam that he calls ‘FIXED!’ The crowd roar in approval and Dave finally, finally walks away. Someone throws Dave a towel, he nods in thanks and he makes his way outside of the fight club arena noticing that he has a missed call from Lissandra. He phones her back immediately and she picks up.
Lissandra: David… why didn’t you answer your cell? I’ve been meaning to talk to you about next Friday.
Dave: Sorry Liss… I was... exercising.
Lissandra: Well meet myself and Dylan downtown would you? The local smoothie place? Do you want one ordering?
Dave: Mixed fruit, please, extra ice.
Lissandra: You got it, big guy.
After a few minutes, Dave gets into his Mercedes and makes his way to the smoothie bar downtown. He parks up around the corner, a few streets back never wanting to park his car outside of an establishment just in case someone from Dave’s other line of work recognises it and decides to follow him home, back to Bel-Air. At the smoothie bar, the air is cool with a scent of mixed fruit. There are many types of people in the bar, mostly hipster types who appear to be ‘living the dream’ just because they’re drinking liquidised grass and pig excrement (Dave assumed anyway – their smoothies certainly looked like it). In the corner of the smoothie bar, sat in a comfortable booth were Dylan and Lissandra. Dylan waves him over as soon as he sees him walk through the door. On the table, ready to go was a mixed fruit smoothie, extra ice. Dave sits down next to Lissandra and she smiles broadly.
Lissandra: Darling!
Dave: Lissie. Dylan. Thanks for the shake.
Dylan: Now next week, your match with Puffer has been approved by the Barrows Brothers.
Dave: Good. Right, so is there anything that I should know about this Puffer guy?
Dylan: ….You mean other than the fact that he’s a loser?
Lissandra: He did beat Xtreme.
Dylan: So did I – and I broke his ankle in the process.
Dylan and Lissandra smile at one another reminiscing Dylan’s debut match while Dave sips down some of his smoothie.
Lissandra: You’re gonna have absolutely no problem with Puffer. He’s pretty much a jobber.
Dave: A what?
Dylan: Someone who in OUR line of work is paid to lose on purpose.
Dave: That… doesn’t seem like a good business strategy in the long run.
Dylan and Dave both smirk. But soon enough the three of them get down to the business at hand.
Lissandra: Right then, so… I’m thinking that myself and Dylan are out there with you against Puffer on Friday – because -
Dave sticks his hand up in dismissal.
Dave: No.
Lissandra: What?
Dave leans back from the table folding his arms with a serious look on his face.
Dave: Liss… I’ve got no problem whatsoever with Dylan being with me but you… you need to stay backstage or somethin’.
Lissandra: Excuse me?
Dave nods towards Lissandra’s stomach.
Dylan: Baby… I – I agree with Dave. Please. It’s No DQ – I’m not having Puffer – be the cause of -
Dave: Or even myself – be the cause of you losing your baby.
The boys both nod and Lissandra looks a little dejected. She looks at Dylan.
Lissandra: I’m not waiting alone backstage – I tell you what. Baby, why don’t we join Hood and that other guy – what’s his name?
Dylan: I don’t remember.
Lissandra: Ack, doesn’t matter. Hood is the only one worth listening to anyway. Why don’t we join them for commentary? I’m safe behind the commentary table and you’re close enough to help Dave out as and when.
Dave and Dylan consider this plan and the three of them agree. They clink their smoothie glasses together like Champagne glasses and Lissandra smiles.
Lissandra: Great! Now then I haven’t heard from him yet but that shouldn’t stop you from sending a message to HIM though.
Dave looks at Lissandra and shakes his head, smiling.
Dave: I’m going to send all the message I need to send on Friday Night. Using these.
He holds up his fists.
Dylan: Brother… unfortunately, it fails to work that way. Wrestling is as much about the showmanship as it is about the ass kicking, I’m afraid. You have to say how much you're gonna kick Puffer’s ass.
Dave: Didn’t we do that with the video last week?
Lissandra: Sure… but it keeps the people interested. The lost sheep that they often are.
Dylan: Hey now… the Dylan Section is growing day by day, babe.
Lissandra rolls her eyes whilst smirking and sitting back.
Lissandra: I tell you what, let's go into the nearby park and film a message to Puffer. Babe, you brought the camera, right?
Dylan: Always.
Lissandra: Good. Let’s move.
The A-List trio stand up and make their way over to the nearby park, across the road. Dave puts his sunglasses on as the sun has got quite bright. Dylan passes the camera to Lissandra who sets it up.
Lissandra: OK. Just like last time, I’ll film – you two talk. ….And action!
Dylan: Detective Puffer… I know your match this week isn’t against myself – and even if it was, in no universe whatsoever would you be able to defeat such a… honed athlete such as myself. I mean… I watched you in OCW and saw you get beat multiple times by their resident vampire, Robert Morbidus. Incidentally, what is it with the living dead and wrestling? First Morbidus and now GCWA has THEIR own in Jace Savage! They even look alike!
Off camera, Lissandra motions for Dylan to move things along. Dylan smirks.
Dylan: Ah, but look at me rambling on like some weird rabbit that doesn’t shut up.
Dylan winks.
Dylan: THAT one, is for the Dylan section. You all appreciate good wrestling. And… speaking of which: Puffer, I give you, your opponent for this week’s Inferno. Good friend to the A-List… DAVE BRANSON! Dave?
Dylan steps away and Dave wanders into shot, arms crossed, face emotionless.
Dave: Detective. I’ll be honest with you brother. You personally, I have no problem with, it’s just I don’t like assholes who run away from a fight – and you my friend have recently been doing a lot of that, haven’t you? Now… in our match on Friday there will be no running away friend. It’s no DQ brother. You know what that means? It means that if I want to… I can use these.
Dave reaches into his pockets and pulls out brass knuckles – some for each hand.
Dave: I’ll be honest, I don’t have much wrestling ability – I would wager Puff-man that even a worm like you has more wrestling ability than I do. But the difference between you and I? I know how to FIGHT – and a no DQ match is nothing more than a fight, a street brawl. Just where I am at home. So… this week when you march your scrawny ass to the ring. Be ready to piss blood when I’m done with ya. Because I promise ya, you won’t be doing much more than that. Time… to crack… your skull brother. See you Friday.
Lissandra turns the camera around to film herself.
Lissandra: But I’d wager Puffer, you don’t have much blood left after your wars with Xtreme. This week Jack, all three of us will be out there, not that Dave needs any assistance to defeat someone of your…
She giggles.
Lissandra: ...Calibre. Nonetheless. I want GCWA to get a good look at one of their most recent signees. I know that they made the right decision hiring David… but obviously as they say… the proof is in the pudding! Sincerely Jackson… from the bottom of my heart – good luck for Friday, because sweetie? You’re gonna need it.
Lissandra winks and blows a patronising kiss at the camera. She then turns the camera back around to film Dylan and Dave.
Dylan: Jackson… I’m disappointed that you have yet to answer Lissie. Don’t you know that it’s rude to keep a woman waiting? And my Lissie – beautiful as she is – is a very impatient woman. So…. That also doesn’t play into your favour my friend. Anyway Jackie-boy… sleep well, before Friday because… if you thought Morbidus and Xtreme were nightmarish, you’ve seen fuck all yet. We, as the A-List will collectively see you Friday. November 22.
Well, Dylan, Dave and Lissandra are all ready for Inferno. Will Jack Puffer survive? Smart money is on no. But stranger things have happened in wrestling. See you Friday.
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Word Count: 1,543
Lissandra: David… why didn’t you answer your cell? I’ve been meaning to talk to you about next Friday.
Dave: Sorry Liss… I was... exercising.
Lissandra: Well meet myself and Dylan downtown would you? The local smoothie place? Do you want one ordering?
Dave: Mixed fruit, please, extra ice.
Lissandra: You got it, big guy.
After a few minutes, Dave gets into his Mercedes and makes his way to the smoothie bar downtown. He parks up around the corner, a few streets back never wanting to park his car outside of an establishment just in case someone from Dave’s other line of work recognises it and decides to follow him home, back to Bel-Air. At the smoothie bar, the air is cool with a scent of mixed fruit. There are many types of people in the bar, mostly hipster types who appear to be ‘living the dream’ just because they’re drinking liquidised grass and pig excrement (Dave assumed anyway – their smoothies certainly looked like it). In the corner of the smoothie bar, sat in a comfortable booth were Dylan and Lissandra. Dylan waves him over as soon as he sees him walk through the door. On the table, ready to go was a mixed fruit smoothie, extra ice. Dave sits down next to Lissandra and she smiles broadly.
Lissandra: Darling!
Dave: Lissie. Dylan. Thanks for the shake.
Dylan: Now next week, your match with Puffer has been approved by the Barrows Brothers.
Dave: Good. Right, so is there anything that I should know about this Puffer guy?
Dylan: ….You mean other than the fact that he’s a loser?
Lissandra: He did beat Xtreme.
Dylan: So did I – and I broke his ankle in the process.
Dylan and Lissandra smile at one another reminiscing Dylan’s debut match while Dave sips down some of his smoothie.
Lissandra: You’re gonna have absolutely no problem with Puffer. He’s pretty much a jobber.
Dave: A what?
Dylan: Someone who in OUR line of work is paid to lose on purpose.
Dave: That… doesn’t seem like a good business strategy in the long run.
Dylan and Dave both smirk. But soon enough the three of them get down to the business at hand.
Lissandra: Right then, so… I’m thinking that myself and Dylan are out there with you against Puffer on Friday – because -
Dave sticks his hand up in dismissal.
Dave: No.
Lissandra: What?
Dave leans back from the table folding his arms with a serious look on his face.
Dave: Liss… I’ve got no problem whatsoever with Dylan being with me but you… you need to stay backstage or somethin’.
Lissandra: Excuse me?
Dave nods towards Lissandra’s stomach.
Dylan: Baby… I – I agree with Dave. Please. It’s No DQ – I’m not having Puffer – be the cause of -
Dave: Or even myself – be the cause of you losing your baby.
The boys both nod and Lissandra looks a little dejected. She looks at Dylan.
Lissandra: I’m not waiting alone backstage – I tell you what. Baby, why don’t we join Hood and that other guy – what’s his name?
Dylan: I don’t remember.
Lissandra: Ack, doesn’t matter. Hood is the only one worth listening to anyway. Why don’t we join them for commentary? I’m safe behind the commentary table and you’re close enough to help Dave out as and when.
Dave and Dylan consider this plan and the three of them agree. They clink their smoothie glasses together like Champagne glasses and Lissandra smiles.
Lissandra: Great! Now then I haven’t heard from him yet but that shouldn’t stop you from sending a message to HIM though.
Dave looks at Lissandra and shakes his head, smiling.
Dave: I’m going to send all the message I need to send on Friday Night. Using these.
He holds up his fists.
Dylan: Brother… unfortunately, it fails to work that way. Wrestling is as much about the showmanship as it is about the ass kicking, I’m afraid. You have to say how much you're gonna kick Puffer’s ass.
Dave: Didn’t we do that with the video last week?
Lissandra: Sure… but it keeps the people interested. The lost sheep that they often are.
Dylan: Hey now… the Dylan Section is growing day by day, babe.
Lissandra rolls her eyes whilst smirking and sitting back.
Lissandra: I tell you what, let's go into the nearby park and film a message to Puffer. Babe, you brought the camera, right?
Dylan: Always.
Lissandra: Good. Let’s move.
The A-List trio stand up and make their way over to the nearby park, across the road. Dave puts his sunglasses on as the sun has got quite bright. Dylan passes the camera to Lissandra who sets it up.
Lissandra: OK. Just like last time, I’ll film – you two talk. ….And action!
Dylan: Detective Puffer… I know your match this week isn’t against myself – and even if it was, in no universe whatsoever would you be able to defeat such a… honed athlete such as myself. I mean… I watched you in OCW and saw you get beat multiple times by their resident vampire, Robert Morbidus. Incidentally, what is it with the living dead and wrestling? First Morbidus and now GCWA has THEIR own in Jace Savage! They even look alike!
Off camera, Lissandra motions for Dylan to move things along. Dylan smirks.
Dylan: Ah, but look at me rambling on like some weird rabbit that doesn’t shut up.
Dylan winks.
Dylan: THAT one, is for the Dylan section. You all appreciate good wrestling. And… speaking of which: Puffer, I give you, your opponent for this week’s Inferno. Good friend to the A-List… DAVE BRANSON! Dave?
Dylan steps away and Dave wanders into shot, arms crossed, face emotionless.
Dave: Detective. I’ll be honest with you brother. You personally, I have no problem with, it’s just I don’t like assholes who run away from a fight – and you my friend have recently been doing a lot of that, haven’t you? Now… in our match on Friday there will be no running away friend. It’s no DQ brother. You know what that means? It means that if I want to… I can use these.
Dave reaches into his pockets and pulls out brass knuckles – some for each hand.
Dave: I’ll be honest, I don’t have much wrestling ability – I would wager Puff-man that even a worm like you has more wrestling ability than I do. But the difference between you and I? I know how to FIGHT – and a no DQ match is nothing more than a fight, a street brawl. Just where I am at home. So… this week when you march your scrawny ass to the ring. Be ready to piss blood when I’m done with ya. Because I promise ya, you won’t be doing much more than that. Time… to crack… your skull brother. See you Friday.
Lissandra turns the camera around to film herself.
Lissandra: But I’d wager Puffer, you don’t have much blood left after your wars with Xtreme. This week Jack, all three of us will be out there, not that Dave needs any assistance to defeat someone of your…
She giggles.
Lissandra: ...Calibre. Nonetheless. I want GCWA to get a good look at one of their most recent signees. I know that they made the right decision hiring David… but obviously as they say… the proof is in the pudding! Sincerely Jackson… from the bottom of my heart – good luck for Friday, because sweetie? You’re gonna need it.
Lissandra winks and blows a patronising kiss at the camera. She then turns the camera back around to film Dylan and Dave.
Dylan: Jackson… I’m disappointed that you have yet to answer Lissie. Don’t you know that it’s rude to keep a woman waiting? And my Lissie – beautiful as she is – is a very impatient woman. So…. That also doesn’t play into your favour my friend. Anyway Jackie-boy… sleep well, before Friday because… if you thought Morbidus and Xtreme were nightmarish, you’ve seen fuck all yet. We, as the A-List will collectively see you Friday. November 22.
Well, Dylan, Dave and Lissandra are all ready for Inferno. Will Jack Puffer survive? Smart money is on no. But stranger things have happened in wrestling. See you Friday.
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Word Count: 1,543
