Post by "The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce on Oct 3, 2016 20:10:40 GMT -5
Bridging Memories - Part Three
(Recap: Dan Fierce had decided to begin to see his couples' psychologist, Dr. Phillip M. Schulmann, in a one-on-one setting on a trial basis to address some of his inner demons that reared their ugly heads as an indirect consequence of the Orlando shooting. I encourage reading the body of roleplays for Manifest Destiny found here.)
At the end of his last session, Dan had decided to put his Number One Contendership on the line against Murdoc at Return to Glory as a means of hopefully squashing some of the violence perpetuated at the hands of the Unclean Beast. He was targeting fans, even children. Little did he know that his good deed wouldn't go completely unpunished with Showtime inserting himself into the match to make it a three-way brawl.
It was galling, in his mind. He had worked hard to get that Number One spot. Granted, he had no one to blame but himself for losing it. Murdoc's little toddler tantrum, and a very dangerous one at that, hospitalized a fan, and very nearly that fan's child as well through such recklessness. Dan felt he had no choice. Whether he would be given credit for his sacrifice was a moot point, as long as that unhinged madman got what he wanted, it would be safe for the Faithful to enjoy the spectacle in person once again.
Now, as Dan poured over the latest promos submitted so far for Deadly Intentions, the man who was rampaging against the PCW machine is going around all zen and calm because his child was born? "Bullshit," muttered Dan as he sat in Dr. Schulmann's waiting room. "He even put out a second promo to enter himself in the Deadly Rumble," Dan noted inwardly. "How stupid does he think people are? Even if he's on the up-and-up, is everyone supposed to forget his actions over the last few months? UGH!" It just boiled his blood at the complete one-eighty.
"Mr. Fierce, the doctor will see you now," proclaimed the receptionist.
Having his train of thought completely derailed served to bring Dan back to his own center as he stood. He smiled broadly, nodding at the dowdy woman as he passed. "Thank you."
As he entered the room, the doctor had met him halfway across the floor, his hand extended. "Mr. Fierce," began the psychologist, "quite the grueling match you and those gentlemen had. I'm surprised to see you up and around."
Dan cocked an eyebrow with impish suspicion. "You're a wrestling fan, doctor?"
"Well, to be frank, not really," he admitted. "I just felt it necessary to follow up on my patient, perhaps learn a bit about what he does." The physician direct Dan to have a seat, his patient complying. "I couldn't tell you the names of the other two gentlemen you faced off against, but it certainly looked taxing at best."
Dan just politely shrugged. "It's just a day's work for us wrestlers, but... You're also not wrong."
"Did that match have anything to do with the solution you had in mind when last we spoke?" Dan responded to the doctor's query positively. "Did it work out as you had hoped?"
"Well, not exactly," confessed Dan. "Though I suppose it did stop Murdoc's tirade."
"I would like to delve more into your chose profession later, but for now, I think I'd like to learn a bit more about the man away from the camera, if that's okay."
Again, Dan shrugged complacently. "Fine by me. This visit is still a free one, so I'm good with building a rapport." Dan snickered to himself.
"Why did you just laugh?"
"My first thought after saying that was picturing my partner getting upset that I'm not using the free visits to 'cure' myself."
"It's far more complicated than that, even with the simplest of clientele, I'm afraid."
"I know." Dan noticed that the doctor folded his hands in front of himself, a defensive reaction he learned to pinpoint in his own dealings with the public at large, and in particular, children brought in for the runaway program his father's dojo, now his, had been running for years. "I'm sorry if the generalization put you on edge, doctor."
Realizing the barrier he had inadvertently put in place, the psychologist opened his hands. Dan explained how he had learned to read people a bit himself, which only further intrigued the shrink. He sat back as Dan rattled on about his current life, life with his partner, and the political spectrum for nearly half an hour, yet whenever the subject of his childhood before he was adopted by the Fierce's, Dan diverted the subject quickly and rather effortlessly, as if he'd become old hat at the deflection.
Noticing that the time was drawing to a close, the doctor stood and stretched his back. "Mr. Fierce," he began, "I would like to see you again, if you are agreeable to it."
"Sure. I..."
The doctor held up a finger, stopping Dan's words in their tracks. "However, I want for us to discuss your childhood. Truthfully. No changing the subject. Understood?"
Dan bowed his head with a smile. He knew he had been found out. "Fair enough." The two men shook hands and parted ways once again, Dan stopping off at the receptionist to make his follow-up appointment. He knew in his heart that he would be more willing to face thirty Murdoc's before he was ready to delve into his distant past, but he'd hoped some answers would be there.
The hard part would be getting to them.
"Well, as that glorious queen Elton John would say, 'The bitch is back.' As much as I hate to do it, because frankly, he doesn't deserve it, I'll send out my congrats to Murdoc for the birth of his new baby. Having said that, I have to ask, that's what it took? It took you and Eira giving birth for you to stop acting like a dundering man-child who wasn't getting his way? Seriously?
"I honestly don't know whether to be utterly disappointed or pissed. I know you don't care, but let me explain anyways, sweet cheeks. You stomp around PCW, obliterating anything in your path, not the least of which was yours truly, to finally get what you WANTED, not what you DESERVED, mind you, but what you WANTED. Now you get a little bundle of joy dropped in your lap, and suddenly everything is right with the world?
"Eira, I don't want you to think any of this is aimed at you, and certainly not at that beautiful baby, but your man was either completely clueless that you were with child, or he was having some severe sympathy labor pains. That bitch needed a Midol or twenty. Either way, I'm not buying his bullshit act.
"As for you, Murdoc, peddle that Zen crap somewhere else. You're not Q. No one in their right mind would be convinced of it coming from you. I guess I'll find out first-hand just how sincere you are during the Deadly Rumble, since you've thrown your hat in the ring, so to speak. It doesn't matter. If you're being real, then kudos for finding your center. If not, then this bitch will be happy to clue you in and throw you out.
"That goes for anyone else who gets into that ring. The Deadly Rumble is mine. Hell, if you look at the fan forums, most of them were predicting I'd enter even before I was sure I'd join in on the fun myself. Can't disappoint my babies. You bet your sweet little butts that momma's gonna get all up in that action. Beyond Murdoc and Rick Majors, I have no clue who I could be facing.
"Kelli Starr? Possibly. She DID declare her intentions of going after the world title if Grimm manages to stave off the Monster. You go, girlie. But first, you're gonna have to get spanked and maybe put in a corner until momma says it's okay. Nothing personal, sweetie.
"Anyone can throw down in this match. The end result will be the same. I'm going to prove that not only did I deserve the shot that I lost at Return to Glory, but I can pop up like a bad penny and shine brightly enough to put myself in that position any. Time. I. Choose.
"I've never been one to give in to arrogance, so if that's the way this is coming across for you then let me dial it in for you all a bit. I'm not arrogant. I'm determined to regain the shot that is mine. It doesn't matter to me who is holding the belt when it's time for me to cash in, but make no mistake, it will be mine.
"So, Murdoc, I sincerely hope all of your dreams come true. More importantly, I hope you're man enough to stick around and face me when the time comes. Hopefully, you will be, and hopefully, it will be for the big prize. You may have found your soul in that baby, Murdoc, but I know exactly who's your Kryptonite. I look that bitch dead in the eye every time I pass a mirror. See you kiddies at the Deadly Rumble. Toodles."
