Dylan Cage
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 Posted December 15th, 2009 06:20 PM IP   
"Mr. Cage...we have a problem."
It's Saturday morning. Dylan Cage has not seen a Saturday morning in months, maybe years. With his cell phone in one hand he struggles to sit up in his bed.
"Mr. Cage?"
The woman on the phone is one Elizabeth Dewey, attorney with the law firm of Dewey, Cheatum, and Howe; and grandaughter of the firms founder David Dewey.
"Mr. Cage?"
The firm has been representing Dylan Cage since he was seventeen years old, a little over six years. His reassignment to Ms. Dewey is a much more recent development.
"Mr. Cage?"
PWE's Gateway Champion has finally gotten himself upright and out of bed. He reaches both arms over his head in a stretch that could only be described by the female audience as gratutious. Not only is he a champion, he is in fantastic shape.
"Mr. Cage?"
There is no panic in Elizabeth Dewey's voice. Only a dull frustration that tells everyone she has started many, many conversations with Dylan Cage just like this one.
"Mr. Cage?"
Every three seconds. It's a Saturday. It's supposed to be her day off too AND she doesn't really care for her young, wealthy client or his chosen profession. She'd like to get this over with.
"Mr. Cage?"
Now she hears the tinny echo of her own voice and wanders if she's on speakerphone. (She is.) The Drama King has dropped the phone on the end table next to his bed and wandered out of the camera's frame. Some where in another room a toilet flushes.
"Mr. Cage?"
Cage walks back toward his phone, wearing a pair of pink and white striped boxer briefs...and the Gateway Championship around his waist. Elizabeth Dewey's patience finally gives way and she decides to address her client, whether he is present or not. (He is.)
"Mr. Cage? It looks like we're running into some problems with the trademarks on the 'Dylan Cage' name."
This is not good news. Not on a Saturday morning. Not ever. Everyone knows that he's Dylan Cage and that he's-
"It looks like that name has already been registered. I know you've been using it professionally for the better part of a decade but, unfortunately, there is another Dylan Cage who has been using it even longer."
But not nearly as well. THIS Dylan Cage was the last Lord of the Colosseum! He was longest reigning Frontier Champion in the history of ICE! He has a match for the Universal Title at Clash of the Champions in less than a month! He can't just-
"Mr. Cage. You're employers decision to move their programming to CBS next month has brought this guy out of the woodwork. There's going to be a lawsuit. "
There's going to be worse than a lawsuit if she doesn't stop interrupting him in midthought. What did he ever do to deserve-
"The other Dylan Cage and his attorney have already filed a cease and desist order. We can appeal but until this gets resolved I'm afraid you're not going to be able to be Dylan Cage."
But he is Dylan Cage! And he's-
"I'm sorry Mr. Cage. I'm not even sure if we can win this one. You may want to begin...exploring other options. Get in touch with your creative side, maybe compete under your real name. "
THIS is the what he pays them for? 'Get in touch with your creative side?!' If he's not Dylan Cage who is he supposed to be? And what is PWE going to do with all of those t-shirts?
"I'm sorry, Mr...um. I'm sorry Dylan. We're all doing our best over here and I hope we can get this taken care of quickly. Enjoy your weekend."
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Dylan Cage has planned on enjoying his weekend. He was flying into Mexico a world-record four or five days early for PWE Solitary. He had big, big plans to pick up easy wins and pad his record against some of the local luchadores.
On the plane he got in touch with his creative side. He tried it out with a couple different names but it just didn't work. All it did was upset him.
And that's not good for the man on the other side of this ring. Seeing Dylan Cage upset makes Enemigo V wish he had more than a mask to hide behind. He's going to need more than a homecourt advantage to win this one.
The bell rings and both men start this tune up for the Solitary's Mexican Standoff circling. The luchadore pushes early with a collar and elbow tie transitioned into an arm wringer. Cage pushes back with an open palm, pie facing the masked man.
Cage scores early and often with a head feint, followed by a stiff kick to the body, a lunging European uppercut, and an arrogant two handed shove that drives his opponent into the corner.
"I'm Dylan Cage!"
Two hard back elbows stun Enemigo V, and Cage follows up by taking two steps back and driving his head hard into the luchadore's midsection. As he stumpbles forward he is nearly decapitaed by a lariat that brings Cage down to his knees.
"I'm Dylan Cage!"
Using the ropes Cage pulls himself up to his feet and keeps climbing. From the second rope he looks down with at his masked foe. No pity. No mercy.
"I'm Dylan Cage!"
Their is a collective grimace through the entire crowd as both of Cage's feet crush come into contact with the head underneath the black and red mask. Cage considers the cover for a few seconds but thinks better of it. He lifts the luchadore to his feet and then hoists him onto his shoulders in a firemans carry. He makes a slow turn, drawing a chorus of boos from everyone in attendance.
"I'm Dylan Cage!"
After a quick shrug of his shoulders and a cruel smirk, Dylan Cage propels Enemigo V up off of his shoulders and over his head. The masked face's fall toward the mat is brought to an abrupt stop by the raised knee of Dylan Cage.
Enemigo's body stiffens on impact and in one sharp, fluid motion Cage grabs him and slams his back onto the mat with a modified Russian leg sweep. A quick kip up bring's the former Drama King upright, where he places one foot on his fallen opponent.
"I'm Dylan Cage!"
Uno...
Dos...
Tres...
"And I'm better than you!"
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