Post by Dionysus on Mar 7, 2021 23:58:43 GMT -5
"All I get…are flashes."
The scene flashes briefly of Dionysus staring down Downfall in the middle of the ring.
"I feel…incomplete."
Another flash. This time Dionysus and Downfall are crashing through a set of tables and recording equipment. On impact, a loud snap is heard, followed quickly by silence.
"There is an itch…like I’m forgetting something…"
Brief flashes…a man playing guitar in a smokey club…an older woman watering plants…the shadow of a woman, walking away.
"And yet...there's a figure that I always see..."
"Its why I came to you. I heard you can help piece my life back together."
Another snap, or rather a ticking clock, and the scene transitions to a wood panel office. Dionysus was sitting up on the sofa, taking in the scene; simple, yet stylish burgundy carpet, one wall devoted to a bookshelf with a number of different titles. In the corner was a well-made mahogany desk, a Dell laptop sitting in the corner of the L-shape. And sitting in the easy chair in front of Dionysus was a long-faced man with a somewhat gaunt expression, his hair filled in but thinning, wearing a grey sweater and khakis. In short, he was the type of man Dionysus wouldn't bother to get to know unless he had a purpose.
"...Well, your story is...common enough," The gaunt man replied, looking up from his pen and pad. "A sportsman who suffered traumatic cranial damage and fails to recount moments in his life, even of those closest to him. However, you are also facing moments where you are unsure whether the memories you have are even your own. Is that correct?"
Dionysus looked into his hands, trying to think of why this man was even recommended to him. "In essence, yes. And so far, it seems like each specialist I have seen has been able to do nothing to help improve my memory. In fact...sometimes I fear it is getting worse."
The gaunt man began to stroke his beard. "Intriguing." He continued writing notes in his pad, the look of an idea striking.
Dionysus rubbed his eyes with one hand, exhausted from laying out his situation to the gaunt man. "So...what can you do to help me, Dr. Elbrook?"
Dr. Elbrook finished the last of his notes and stood up, looking out of the window in his office. "First off, you are free to call me Jonas. I really do not mind formality, but I prefer a closer working relationship than that. Now, for you, there are a number of things I can do. I can help you rehabilitate your memory retention through different exercises and other activities. I can check in on your past acquaintances and give them updates on your progress. I can also act as your counsel, and help you investigate any misgivings while under your mental duress." Jonas turned to look at Dionysus, a thin, though forced, smile being drawn across his face. "In brief, I am your ally, retainer, and friend. In that order, of course," he continued with a light chuckle.
Dionysus sat in contemplation. He needed answers for the events that have taken place throughout his time with this injury. Why has everyone he has gone to either been unwilling or unable to help him recover? What happened with denying the resignation letter with Necurat Corpration? And who was actually responsible for signing on his behalf, without his legal consent? If Jonas can really help with this investigation, I suppose I have little choice. After all, I do need an ally in this endeavor, and I can't devote all my time to it. Dionysus stood, stretching his back out as he did so. "Well with that convincing sales pitch, consider yourself hired. So...where do we begin?"
"Lets start with your name and history, and we'll work our way from there..."
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My condolences, Claire. As it turns out, you are no longer the only must-see witch on television anymore.
Its a funny thing, isn't it; realizing you have lost your way in this world and clinging onto a fantasy in order to cope in this reality. Its tragic, isn't it? Although, a wise man did once say "Show me a hero and I will show you a-" ...My mistake, that was a marketing tagline. Let me start again.
That IS about where we both are, isn't it Claire? The two of us needing to start anew in the Action Wrestling landscape. I, needing to actually have a foothold, and you, looking for any avenue to dig yourself out of the television title picture. While it may be a title you are proud to have held and hold records in...at least at one point...you and I both know that it would never last for long. You feel destined for a greater stage, one where you can truly master your mysticism, where you can perform your paganism. Trust me, as a follower of Dionysus, when I say I welcome that.
But the question really becomes this; how will you achieve that greatness? A woman clinging so desperately to that sense of belonging that she needed to latch onto the plague of Action Wrestling that is The Lost Breed. And even they decided they wanting nothing further with you. Unceremoniously dumped off the payroll, taken over the barrel and given the Niagara Falls treatment. Claire, you and I both know you never needed those men. Your inclusion was merely as a tool to cement some type of faux-foothold in the division. You have always been one to work alone, never needing or wanting anyone to lean on or with you. That is where you and I are alike. We stand at a crossroads, you still looking for that next step, me looking for that first step. Will that lead us to a small town in the middle of nowhere that no one will find? Perhaps it will actually lead us to precisely where we want to go.
That is why I say you and I are alike. We are both lost souls looking for our way in this wilderness that is Action Wrestling. No one willing to serve as guide, so we must search out for ourselves. The problem is, this crossroad also has a toll; one victory. One victory can help provide that pivotal first step. It is something we both desperately need. Now, normally this is where I would wax poetic about the road less traveled or some other nonsense, but I figured talking plainly would articulate my point that much more.
You have cemented a legacy here. I have not.
You have made a name here. I have not.
You can afford to take losses and rebound stronger as a result. I cannot.
You tell me; between the two of us, which one is the hungrier? Which one is in dire need of a victory? Which one needs their shot at glory?
Its pretty obvious, is it not?
My goal, nay, my ambition, is to cement my name in Aciton Wrestling, like many of the other originals in this company have. Do you know how many title opportunities I have had? And can you number how many times I was able to sign on the dotted line and seal the deal? I'll give you a hint; the answer is inverse of each other. I need this more than you. I am hungrier than you. I can be more brutal than you. And most important, I have more desire than you. So when you're looking up at me after the bell rings at the end of the match, just remember one thing:
It was Dionysus all along.
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From the Desk of Dr. Jonas Elbrook Begin file of Dionysus Albert Necurat, investigation of possible memory manipulation. TRUST. NO ONE. |