Post by loggob on Sept 24, 2023 6:46:58 GMT
The house
September 16th, 2023
It's a cold night in Sherbrooke, Quebec. Faye Brown's come home from FCW's For Whom The Bell Tolls event; from a loss. But it's gotten a lot colder in that home as guess what Logan Bailey went and did. First is shock.
"Di... vorce?"
"I don't want to do it either... but you've changed since this time last year. So much that I don't think we can make this marriage work anymore."
"But... but Logan, we've been through way too much to just... give up here."
"Me and the Faye Brown I picked up off the streets had been through too much. All me and the Faye Brown in front of me have done is complain and made each other worse people. I think it's a terrible example for those two."
That sentence results in Brown scowling. Next is anger.
"They're not even cognitive yet!"
"Neither is cutting off your face to save your ass... which you couldn't even do anyway."
"Neither could you! That's why you're not on Twitter anymore."
Bailey, however, is seemingly unmoved by Brown's outpouring of emotion... he just shrugs.
"Which just goes back to "all we've done is made each other worse people."
"So the example you want to set for the kids is "if you run away from your problems, they'll not bother you anymore?" instead of "sometimes, you just need to sit down and talk through shit?" Is that really it?"
"What's there to even talk about? I think it's pretty clear we've become incompatible. I want someone whose drama doesn't follow them off the internet, and you want Trixie or Ricky... Serena... Katie A... you know, people you can't even have in the first place."
Brown's eyes widen... from anger to bargaining.
"You KNOW the understanding we have about Trixie... and just because I'm friends with the other three doesn't mean I want to bump crotches with them. Especially WHEN they're not even single. None of that makes you any less than first choice, if that's what you're really worried about."
"...you're going to be 33 in a month, Faye. I'm going to be 31 a week after that. I want us being better people... being recognized as good people before we die, and at this point, being together isn't how we're going to accomplish that. We don't make the other stronger in the ring, we don't make the other better out of it... all I ask is we make this amicable, because I'll never hate you."
Faye simply backs down... she does realize, deep down, that for the kids... this might be best? From bargaining to guilt.
"...you sound like your mind's already made up about this."
"Quite frankly, it is. I'm not seeing anyone else, for what that's worth."
"...that's almost worse... what are we going to do with them?"
"The twins? I don't want to split them apart, and I don't think you do either. I'll stay in the Montreal area just so we don't have to burn more money on air fare."
"Where would you even stay?"
"I'll find a hotel. I don't mind."
The hotel Logan found
September 26th, 2023
From guilt to depression... except now it's onto Logan.
"This would have been three years since I met her..."
"Six-pack challenge for literally whatever match I want. Before September 16th, I knew exactly what I would have wanted. It would have been me and my... me and Faye Brown challenging for the Double Homicide Titles. Probably losing, but at least putting up a good fight."
"Now I don't even know what I want... other than I guess stability. But I feel I'm back to a point where even if I knew what I'd want... it really doesn't matter. Where what I would want clashes with everyone else just wanting me to go away."
"I have nothing. I have no titles, no friends I keep in contact with, a wi-- an ex-wife who can easily find a new suitor... shit, I don't even have a Twitter account anymore. I hear someone stole it. But on top of all that... I feel like I have no purpose being here. At least in Limitless, I'm chasing a title, you know? In CU:LT?"
"Well, the curve changed, didn't it? My 100% is apparently just everyone else's 85% at best. I got good... but everyone else around me got great at the same time. Do you know how bitter a pill that is to have to take? Do you know how hard it is to come to terms with knowing that you improved, that you didn't have to play catch-up... only for the goal posts to be so much farther back that you're still way short of succeeding?"
"And the worst part is I can't just put in my two-week notice... that would just look like sour grapes. Never mind the actual reasons I could leave... for one, I'm a terrible fit for this company. I don't bring anything unique in except a partial backstory for the guy who owns this place. I've still not really gelled with the rest of the roster. I barely spoke to anyone here when I *was* on Twitter... or X or whatever it's called."
"It's like "what the fuck kind of life is this?," you know?"
"Well? It's mine. It's pathetic. And it's all I've got."
September 16th, 2023
It's a cold night in Sherbrooke, Quebec. Faye Brown's come home from FCW's For Whom The Bell Tolls event; from a loss. But it's gotten a lot colder in that home as guess what Logan Bailey went and did. First is shock.
"Di... vorce?"
"I don't want to do it either... but you've changed since this time last year. So much that I don't think we can make this marriage work anymore."
"But... but Logan, we've been through way too much to just... give up here."
"Me and the Faye Brown I picked up off the streets had been through too much. All me and the Faye Brown in front of me have done is complain and made each other worse people. I think it's a terrible example for those two."
That sentence results in Brown scowling. Next is anger.
"They're not even cognitive yet!"
"Neither is cutting off your face to save your ass... which you couldn't even do anyway."
"Neither could you! That's why you're not on Twitter anymore."
Bailey, however, is seemingly unmoved by Brown's outpouring of emotion... he just shrugs.
"Which just goes back to "all we've done is made each other worse people."
"So the example you want to set for the kids is "if you run away from your problems, they'll not bother you anymore?" instead of "sometimes, you just need to sit down and talk through shit?" Is that really it?"
"What's there to even talk about? I think it's pretty clear we've become incompatible. I want someone whose drama doesn't follow them off the internet, and you want Trixie or Ricky... Serena... Katie A... you know, people you can't even have in the first place."
Brown's eyes widen... from anger to bargaining.
"You KNOW the understanding we have about Trixie... and just because I'm friends with the other three doesn't mean I want to bump crotches with them. Especially WHEN they're not even single. None of that makes you any less than first choice, if that's what you're really worried about."
"...you're going to be 33 in a month, Faye. I'm going to be 31 a week after that. I want us being better people... being recognized as good people before we die, and at this point, being together isn't how we're going to accomplish that. We don't make the other stronger in the ring, we don't make the other better out of it... all I ask is we make this amicable, because I'll never hate you."
Faye simply backs down... she does realize, deep down, that for the kids... this might be best? From bargaining to guilt.
"...you sound like your mind's already made up about this."
"Quite frankly, it is. I'm not seeing anyone else, for what that's worth."
"...that's almost worse... what are we going to do with them?"
"The twins? I don't want to split them apart, and I don't think you do either. I'll stay in the Montreal area just so we don't have to burn more money on air fare."
"Where would you even stay?"
"I'll find a hotel. I don't mind."
The hotel Logan found
September 26th, 2023
From guilt to depression... except now it's onto Logan.
"This would have been three years since I met her..."
"Six-pack challenge for literally whatever match I want. Before September 16th, I knew exactly what I would have wanted. It would have been me and my... me and Faye Brown challenging for the Double Homicide Titles. Probably losing, but at least putting up a good fight."
"Now I don't even know what I want... other than I guess stability. But I feel I'm back to a point where even if I knew what I'd want... it really doesn't matter. Where what I would want clashes with everyone else just wanting me to go away."
"I have nothing. I have no titles, no friends I keep in contact with, a wi-- an ex-wife who can easily find a new suitor... shit, I don't even have a Twitter account anymore. I hear someone stole it. But on top of all that... I feel like I have no purpose being here. At least in Limitless, I'm chasing a title, you know? In CU:LT?"
"Well, the curve changed, didn't it? My 100% is apparently just everyone else's 85% at best. I got good... but everyone else around me got great at the same time. Do you know how bitter a pill that is to have to take? Do you know how hard it is to come to terms with knowing that you improved, that you didn't have to play catch-up... only for the goal posts to be so much farther back that you're still way short of succeeding?"
"And the worst part is I can't just put in my two-week notice... that would just look like sour grapes. Never mind the actual reasons I could leave... for one, I'm a terrible fit for this company. I don't bring anything unique in except a partial backstory for the guy who owns this place. I've still not really gelled with the rest of the roster. I barely spoke to anyone here when I *was* on Twitter... or X or whatever it's called."
"It's like "what the fuck kind of life is this?," you know?"
"Well? It's mine. It's pathetic. And it's all I've got."
