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(cheered; very rarely plays dirty but isn't lame either; many likable qualities)

09-29-2023, 09:38 PM




No. Not this time.

I'm not going to let that clock get the better of me this time.

I had called Elbrook for an emergency session. It had been some time since I had this vivid dream of my uncle, and he knew best what it meant when I was seeing him again. There was a lot of work we put in together to help me repress the memory of the man, and now that it has resurfaced, I felt it best to work on those techniques again. So here I was, spilling my guts over the events of the dream; the visceral detail of each of The Many Faces' deaths, my encounter with Anton, and his violent response to my protests, causing me to awaken as a result.

Elbrook...remained silent through all of this. No notes were being written. Nothing was being referenced. He simply listened, nodding in understanding as I spoke. There were several minutes of hanging silence when I finished talking. His expression was of a stone; unmoving, seemingly uncaring, but when I looked into his eyes, I could see the gears moving inside. He was simply being analytical as opposed to caring, one of the many reasons why I continued to see him. There were times I needed compassion, and other times, like now, where I needed pure logic. "So...after all this time, your uncle has resurfaced in your dreams. And I had thought we had made great progress here," he commented.

I shook my head. "I thought so too."

"It is not an unexpected result, however," Elbrook continued. "He did take over a great portion of your life without your knowledge. It is understandable that your unconscious mind would return to thinking of him."

"That is true," I replied. "But I really thought we had wiped him out completely. I never wanted to think of him again...and the things he did to me and my mother."

Elbrook clicked his tongue in disagreement. "Well, again, with how much he had affected you, it is no wonder that thoughts of him would resurface. The question is what has caused this resurgence." He retrieved his notes from the coffee table in front of him and began to flip through a number of pages. "When we began that process, it seemed like it was only moments of great stress that brought back your dreams. Is there anything causing you stress now?"

"You mean aside from just my life?"

His expression soured. "Being flippant with me will not help you recover from this. You know this, and yet you antagonize."

I hung my head. "Sorry doc. I'm just tired of rehashing old shit."

"It is no trouble. It is what I am here for, after all." I looked up at Elbrook, his stony expression shifting to a mild smile. "I am glad you came to talk to me about this, Dionysus. What you went through was a troubling ordeal, and this experience was simply not going to go away. Since we have experienced this before, we should focus again on repressing that memory...or if you prefer, we can address it properly at a later time."

"What would you recommend, doc?"

Elbrook sighed, thinking of how to present the options. "Well, both have their merits. Repression would be the quickest, as we have established techniques together that helped in sealing away those memories. But much like your dream from a few days ago, the possibility of those thoughts returning will still remain. On the other hand, reconciling these experiences will make accepting them easier, and thus prevent this demon from returning again. Of course, the drawback here is based on your willingness to tell the complete truth."

"And this on top of dealing with Truman Syndrome, right?" I inquired.

"This would be a separate treatment plan, and based on my analysis of you, your Syndrome does not seem to be interfering with your life in as meaningful of a way as this dream has."

"Meaning what, exactly?"

"Meaning that we are at a great point in our therapy together. It means we can prioritize immediate issues while still working on lingering problems. Despite how you feel about all these thoughts and emotions, you have to admit that this would be a good problem to have."

It was true, to an extent; much as I would like to have these voices gone, dealing with past trauma did seem to be a more immediate concern. Especially considering I thought we had dealt with this to begin with. Besides, it would be good to let some old ghosts go to rest. "I think...I think I might be ready to deal with this. My uncle has affected me for this long, and I'm sick of it. Lets nip this in the bud once and for all."

"And indeed we shall," Elbrook said. "...Another time. I'm afraid this session is up, and I do have another appointment after you." Elbrook stood, gesturing toward the door. "I will call to make arrangements, as always."

"Sure thing," I replied, also standing up. "I appreciate you seeing me on such short notice."

"I do charge extra for non-emergency sessions,"
Elbrook joked, "So really, you are doing both of us a favor. Until next time."

Giving him a polite wave, I left his office. I turned to see a stout-looking man sitting in a chair by Elbrook's door. I gave a polite nod and walked down the stairs and out of the building. The weather outside was nice; a bit overcast but with rays of sunshine poking through. My thoughts drifted to my uncle, knowing he was still serving his sentence...hopefully. My mind kept turning to the moment in the dream where he swung the bat down on me. The manic look in his eyes. The sadistic laughter in his voice. It was the image of a man who would willingly sacrifice his own family if it meant he could get ahead in life. He was exactly the kind of person I vowed I would never turn into. And if I ever saw the sick son of a bitch again-

My dark thoughts were interrupted by a buzzing in my pocket. I dug out my phone and hit answer, not bothering to see who was calling. "Yes, hello?"

"Hey, Theo here. Got a minute?"

"Just about. What can I do for you?"

"You know, I could call back later."

I sighed loudly. "Look man, you put us through hell already. I'm here, I've got the time."

I could hear Theo chuckle on the other end of the line. "Right, I'm sorry Dio. Look, we got the paperwork back on your boys and everything checks out. Looks like you're getting The Many Faces to actually happen. They'll get contracts as we agreed to. If you want, I can have HR send those over now, or if you want to bring them to Warfare and handle it at the show, we can make arrangements for that as well."

A weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The Many Faces were getting the green light. They could come with me on the road, if they wanted to. Even back me up, if the need ever came.

That was when a spark of inspiration hit me.

"...Say Theo, you still need my stipulation from me, yes?"

"I...still do, yes, but what does that have to do with the guys?"

"Everything. I think its high time The Many Faces make their debut."

Just call me Bilbo Baggins.

Because I have been there and back again.

Relentless gave all of us the rare and unique opportunity to do battle in the depths of hell. And anyone who walked out of there, win or lose, will tell you how much that will change a person, for better or worse. I fought through hell, giving Slade Durant the business. Night one be damned; I am making this belt mean something, not just to me, but to XWF as well. Everyone who stands against me should know by now what kind of fight I will bring.

And then, there is Bulk Logan; a man whose entire persona exudes overconfidence, much like the cologne off a cab driver. However, I will still give credit where credit is due; besting Dolly and Victor is a worthwhile achievement, especially for a contender slot. It means you will be getting my full dressing down services, as now you are at the center of my attention. Yes, you now stand across from me, the current Television Champion, in the hopes of rekindling your long lost past and find yourself once more in the spotlight.

Please inform me if I begin to sound like a broken record.

You see, Bulk, I can understand your position quite well. You are in dire financial straights, and thus you don the tights that fit just a bit tighter and lace up the old boots for one more run to avoid the poor house. Now, you may be thinking to yourself, "Well I have forgotten more about wrestling than this kid even knows now!" And I am not precisely one to disparage based on age, as I too am getting up there as a competitor. But to me, your biggest problem is a lack of focus. After all, if you spent half as much time on your business ventures as you do your catchphrases, you wouldn't be in such dire straights, now would you? Even still, the past weighs heavy on your shoulders. It matters little what you have said or done in the past. What matters is the here and now.

Indeed, in the here and now, your run is built on desperation over pride. You need this victory, moreso than you need this title. That is a perk for you, is it not? Because ultimately for you, its the paycheck that comes with a title match that you are more concerned with. Winning the belt, and its bigger purse, just means more money for you to squander. It is that desperation that will inevitably cost you, and you know as well as I do that this will mean you are bound to get as underhanded as possible in order to pull one over on me.

And thus, the stipulation.

It took a great deal of thinking to see how I would top my other recent matches. And then I realized, no, I simply need to tailor the match to the opponent I am up against. We were in hell, thus The Devil's Playground was a good fit. Now, in your case, one set of eyes simply will not be in enough. It is why I am choosing a Lumberjack Match for our upcoming battle; it will keep both of us honest competitors and hopefully show you why you need to be the honorable competitor we both know you are not. But every stipulation has its twist. I have requested a specific group of lumberjacks to assist in this match-up. Those lumberjacks are...



Wide Dio.

That's right; The Many Faces make their XWF Warfare debut as the lumberjacks in our match-up. Now I'm sure someone will take issue with the fact that I hand-selected lumberjacks, and that will somehow play a factor in whether or not I will retain. However, I will have it on record that they are prepared to give me just as much of the business as they will to Bulk Logan. I am a man of my word, as are The Many Faces.

In truth, however, it will be a non-issue. Lets not get ourselves confused, Bulk; you are not some wild, rabid animal in dire need of being put down. Rather, you are simply a man experiencing a worse midlife crisis than Mads Mikkelsen did in "Another Round." The lumberjacks are simply in place to ensure that, once the match inevitably turns south for you, you will not just slink off to fight another day. There will be a victor at the end of this contest. I have no desire to "tame" you; simply to remind you of what a champion is capable of doing to defend his title.

I am not some champion you can "easily run wild" on. I literally went to hell and back defending this television title. I put myself through vats of wine, battled on the air itself, and fought in the lake of fire itself just so I could come out the other end as your champion. I am not here to be easily bested; you will need to bring your full self to bare if you have any hope of usurping me.

So I will ask you this one simple question.

What are you going to do, Bulk, when the Television Champion puts the hurt. On. You?

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1x XWF Xtreme Champion (November 2023)
2x XWF Television Champion (May/August 2023)
2x RP of the Month (March/October 2023)
2023 Rookie of the Year
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