Post by Dionysus on Sept 30, 2016 23:50:35 GMT -5
The scene opens up to Dion Necurat sitting in his office at the Coliseum Wrestling School. It is midday, with some action going on inside the gym; Albert Divine recently opened up the gym for general use, as well as a few classes, while Dion went out to compete. Dion didn’t mind, since he needed the income to maintain the gym, as well as pay for needed medical expenses. Albert Divine enters the office, where Dion is sitting, finishing up a conversation on the phone.
Dion
“...Well that is good to know. ...Yes, I am glad she is doing well. ...No. ...I would, but I-...I’m sorry, I’m going to be heading out of town soon for work, so...ah, I see. Well, let her know I will visit when I’m back in town. Thank you.” *hangs up phone*
Albert
“Checking up on your dear sweet mother, are we?”
Dion
“Of course. I will be out of town after all. I should at least let them know I won’t be able to visit soon.”
Albert
“Ah, a fine thought. Are you prepared, lad?”
Dion
“I’ll be honest...I’m as prepared as I think I will be. But I don’t think it will be enough.”
Albert
“I am not about to have this conversation again.”
Dion
“Oh no, nothing like that. I know I’m not at main event levels, but I also know I’m better than plenty of others on the roster. Coupled with the fact that there are a number of rookies, and the current roster is filled with unfocused competitors like Jason O’Neal and Alex Winterz, I think I should have a strong showing.”
Albert
“Ah, but lets not forget; you won’t be alone in that ring, yes?”
Dion
“Its true...I’m still shocked that Bishop asked me to join The Brotherhood. I did have people tell me it isn’t the brightest idea, but he has also been the only person on the roster to reach out to me. That must count for something.”
Albert
“Do not let your fondness for your new mentor get in the way of your goal.”
Dion
“Oh don’t get me wrong; everyone in this match, including me, is working towards winning. If it comes down to me or him taking the fall, I know exactly what to do. The same goes for Damien Kaine and Psychopomp. Especially Psychopomp...I have a score to settle with that cookie monster.”
Albert
“Ah, you’re talking about your dislocation.”
Dion
“Yes.” *chuckes* “I don’t hold that against him; he couldn’t have known how severe the injury was.”
Dion stood up, rotating his shoulder. A slight wince, but he was fine otherwise.
Albert
“He doesn’t seem to be...well...in the right mind.”
Dion
“Well, he IS called Psychopomp. But he’s harmless.”
Albert
“Of course, there are others that are not as harmless.”
Dion
“...Indeed. Between some of the guys returning, as well as heavy hitters like ZMac and Doc Henry...it certainly won’t be easy.”
Albert
“I’m glad you are thinking this way. You are not underestimating the talent in this match-up. You have not been successful, but you are definitely mentally prepared for this match.”
Dion
“Avoiding the banter on the internet certainly helped. Especially when that prick Joey Flash running his mouth...er, fingers. He may talk like a big deal, and he certainly has the record to back it up, but if he wins this match and calls the rest of us garbage...then he is the king among garbage. Such an accomplishment.”
Albert
*laughs* “Well, not everyone has your insight.”
Dion walked out of the office, Albert following behind. Dion had called for a cab to take him to the airport. He packed little; enough clothes to last him until his return, his ring gear (the shield was packed in its own case), and his carry-on that had a book on ancient combat styles and a tablet. The cab would be arriving any minute. Albert stood next to Dion.
Albert
“When you return, we really must discuss your plans to join The Side Show in the circus ring.”
Dion
*shaking his head* “We’ve had this conversation before. My passion is in wrestling, not the circus.”
Albert
“That part was contingent in accepting my help, my boy. This is not-”
Dion
“I made my decision, Albert. I am grateful for everything you have done. But you also agreed to allow me to keep running my gym the way it had before. I do not intend to join you, and you knew this when we made the deal. I’m sorry I decided not to go along with it, but that’s how it has to be. I can’t afford to be injured again because I botch a performance with a lion, Albert.”
Albert gripped his cane tightly.
Albert
“Of course...apologies are in order. You have done quite well for yourself, and have improved your outlook. I am...simply sad to see you go.”
Dion
“...I mean, it isn’t that I’m leaving forever. I will return a week or so after WAR to check on the place and check-up on my mother. I’ll be back, no problems there.”
Albert extended his free hand to Dion. Dion looked down at the gold-covered hand, with several rings and a watch adorning it. Dion took his hand, shaking it. At that moment, the cab pulled up.
Albert
“I made arrangements with Mr. Bishop at the campsite. You will be comfortable there. ...Ah, I nearly forgot.”
Dion climbed into the cab, but before he left, Albert turned toward the door. Ironsides was there, with the other members of The Side Show, who had a package tied with twine and wrapped in cloth. Albert took the package from Ironsides, and turned back to Dion, handing it to him in the open cab door.
Albert
“This came from a Mr. Damien Kaine. He said you may be able to work on this while you wait for Mr. Bishop. He also passed on a message...now how did it go...ah yes. ‘Forge the Blade of the Brotherhood’ was what he said. I think he meant for you to figure it out yourself.”
Dion looked at the package, feeling the weight of the package. He could tell the prize inside was a sword; it was not the first time he had held a weapon. He set the sword aside, turning back to Albert.
Dion
“Keep an eye on the place while I’m out, yeah?”
Albert
“Oh, never fear, my boy.”
Albert gave the cab a wave as the vehicle pulled away from the gym. He lowered his hand, a sinister grin crossing his face.
Albert
“It will be in...my most precious care…Mr. Ironsides, please contact our investors...we have much work to do…”
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The scene changes to the campground of The Brotherhood. The tents were set up without any concern of uniformity; no patterns, no lines, just wherever people felt like camping. A few members had gathered around a campfire, taking pulls from a clear bottle of whiskey. Two of them look up, hearing the sounds of a hammer on metal coming from the large tent on the hill. They waved off their buddies and stumbled toward the hill.
Guy #1
“At it again? And this late?”
Guy #2
“Well yeah. You know who that is, right?”
Guy #1
“The blacksmith?”
Guy #2
“...Well that’s one way to put it.”
As they climbed the hill, the hammer strikes grew louder. Both men were startled and nearly fell over each other as they heard a loud hiss. After untangling themselves, they ran up the hill, to find Dion Necurat sitting on a log, wiping his hands with a rag. A sword was lying on a bench next to a log, an anvil behind the bench, and a forge simmering off to the other side. A trough lay near the forge, a cloud of steam lingering in the area. Dion turned toward the two arrivals.
Dion
“...Can...I help you?”
Guy #2
“We...we heard a hiss…we thought maybe-”
Dion
“Ah, I’m guessing you’ve never seen a forge before, right?”
Guy #1
“...Well...no, not really.”
Dion
*smirks* “Well hang around. I can teach you a thing or two.”
Dion showed the two men how to make various tools that they would need at some point; nails and spikes, horseshoes, swords, and a few pipes. While they admired their newfound talent, Dion went to the sword on the bench, working the blade over with a whetstone. Damian Kaine then climbed the hill, noting the three men.
Damian
“Oi! You two need to tear down your site. Buses will be here soon. We wouldn’t want to leave without you."
Guy #1
“...Crap! We stayed up so late, we didn’t even get a chance to sleep!”
Dion
“Sleep on the buses. That’s what I’ll be doing.”
The two others stood, dropping their tools, and scurried down the hill. Damien and Dion shared a look, and began to chuckle. Dion went back to working on the sword, pricking his finger along the edge.
Damian
“You really stayed up all night working on that, huh.”
Dion
*still working on the blade* “Of course. Bishop is the only man who is willing to help me improve. You’ve seen my record. I need all the help I can get."
Damian
“Well don’t be too comfortable with him. He’s your opponent at WAR. And so am I."
Dion
“Oh not to worry. I’m hoping it won’t come to us competing with each other until the bitter end...unlike what I think will happen with Zero Tolerance.
Damian
“What makes you say that?”
Dion
“A team with personalities like theirs, that have seen great success as a team, now competing in a match where each needs to deliver? I’ve seen teams become divided after matches like WAR. If they can focus on the goal of getting one of their guys to win, I think they can be big players. Thing is, I don’t think that is going to happen. You saw how quickly they turned on Kira, right? And he was new. Think of what happens if a guy they completely trusts turns on any of ZT. With us, we understand what the match is about. If it comes to us competing with one another, we’ll have no choice, but won’t let it affect our brotherhood."
Damian
“You’ve given this a lot of thought.”
Dion
“Well, it's what I do. I strategize.”
Damian
“So how are you planning on winning WAR?”
Dion
“What, and tell you my secret?” *chuckles “I’m going to go out there and be a tough son of a bitch. Win or lose, I want to make an impression. Put my name on the map."
Damian
“Good to see that fire in you. Speaking of fire, I wanted to see how the sword was coming along.”
Dion held the blade up for Damian to see. The blade had a nice shine in the morning sun, and the hilt looked good as new.
Dion
“Well, whatever it has been through, it certainly needed the work. Thankfully it was not chipped too much, so the repairs were easy to make. A bit of polish and elbow grease later, and Bishop’s sword is good to go.”
Damian
“...Hmm...Nice work. You ready to give it to the boss?”
Dion
“Yes. Lets present this to him. I’m sure he’ll praise us for our due diligence.”
Damian
“Oh, that reminds me. Bishop wants you to rally The Brotherhood. He said you could do a good job with it.”
Dion
“Hmm...I suppose I could. But what would I say?”
Damian
“I’ll let you figure that out, Gladiator.”
The two men stood up walking away from the tent. Dion stopped.
Dion
“...Hold on. We need to tear down first.”
