Post by logan on Oct 19, 2006 21:11:20 GMT -5
Has their ever been a time in your life where you think your sleeping? You know your awake, you know your not dreaming, and you continue to go on with life. Dragging your feet behind you, showing not the slightest emotion for anything, and feeling yourself become psychically weaker by the day. It felt like it had happened to me.
Logan: Am I sick?
Doctor: Not at all, Logan. If there is anything wrong with you, it'd be emotionally. I think you need to do a little soul searching. I think your just depressed.
Logan: Depressed? I don't feel sad though.
Doctor: Nor happy, right?
Logan nods.
Doctor: What do you think could've triggered this feeling?
Logan: Heh, if anything.. WCF.
Doctor: Wrestling? I don't understand. That would be more of a psychical thing.. right?
Logan: No, your right.. you don't understand. I guess it's more to do with the stress, some of the stuff that's been going on lately just seems out of place. You see, I've got this group of guys on my team... their loyal, and dedicated. I put this thing together, I made these guys into a unit, and sometimes I just feel that they expect more from me. I just haven't put as much into T.o.T as I could have, or should have. Eh, what I'm saying is.. I'm not much of a leader to the guys. They deserve better for the talent they share in the group, and it puts me down just thinking about how much I've put them down. I'm tired of it doc, I'm just tired of everything.
Doctor: I'm not the one you should be talking to about this, maybe you should seek professional help.
Logan stares at him.
Logan: Hell, I was just talking to you as a friend. I've been coming to you for the last seven years with injures.
Doctor: Ah, sorry.. I didn't mean it that way.
Logan: Oh sure, that's fine boudle. Just f'n dandy.
Logan looks down at the floor.
Logan: What the fuck?
Doctor: What?!
Logan stands up, and slams his fist against the wall.
Logan: All I f'n hear in WCF anymore is bitching, complaining, and eh... it's all anyone every does.
Doctor: What's wrong with you, Logan?
Logan: I want out! I'm tired of this shit hole place, it's old. But I just can't get away from it, I'm addicted to WCF.
Logan sits down, calmly.
Logan: Yeah, I don't know what to say.. really.
His voice becoming normal again, the heavy breathing coming to a stop, and his rage disappearing as if he didn't just make a scene.
Logan: I've let these guys down when they needed me the most, I should be a better leader, and that's my goal from now on. I'm going lead T.o.T into victory at the PPV.
The doctor stares at Logan in confusion.
Logan: Something wrong..?
An awful glare forming over Logan's face.
Logan: What did you just say to me?
Doctor: Nothing..?
Logan's breathing increases, his eyes staring daggers at the doctor as he quickly jumps up throwing his hand across the doctors table knocking over pens, paper, and other various office tools.
Logan: Fuck The New Dynasty! I hate their boudle guts. They are nothing but a group of complaining punks..
Logan tunes his voice into that of a crying child, mocking the dynasty.
Logan: Boo-who-who, we don't get the respect we deserve.. boo-who, we want some french cries.
Logan spits on the floor, walking over to the wall leaning against it staring at the doctor with an insane look on his face.
Doctor: Not this again..
Logan: Not what, boudle?
Doctor: Butch?
Logan smiles, walking out the door of the doctors office. We hear commotion coming from the hall way as he leaves, a nurse screams.
Nurse: He just grabbed my boobs! You basterd! Security!
The doctor lets out a long sigh, before sitting down in his chair. He reaches down, picking up his notebook, and pens that Logan recently knocked off the desk. He lays them back on the table, before dotting something down. The camera zooms in closely on what he's writing.
Due to the stress in my patients career, it has seem to overwhelm his disorder. The drug prescribed to him doesn't longer have any more effect on the patient. Therefor, my patients spilt personality disorder will continue to progress till we can discover further treatment.
The doctor drops the pen down, and leans his head back into the chair.
Doctor: ... Not again.
The scene slowly fades out with the words "Logan/Butch" written on the screen in red.
Logan: Am I sick?
Doctor: Not at all, Logan. If there is anything wrong with you, it'd be emotionally. I think you need to do a little soul searching. I think your just depressed.
Logan: Depressed? I don't feel sad though.
Doctor: Nor happy, right?
Logan nods.
Doctor: What do you think could've triggered this feeling?
Logan: Heh, if anything.. WCF.
Doctor: Wrestling? I don't understand. That would be more of a psychical thing.. right?
Logan: No, your right.. you don't understand. I guess it's more to do with the stress, some of the stuff that's been going on lately just seems out of place. You see, I've got this group of guys on my team... their loyal, and dedicated. I put this thing together, I made these guys into a unit, and sometimes I just feel that they expect more from me. I just haven't put as much into T.o.T as I could have, or should have. Eh, what I'm saying is.. I'm not much of a leader to the guys. They deserve better for the talent they share in the group, and it puts me down just thinking about how much I've put them down. I'm tired of it doc, I'm just tired of everything.
Doctor: I'm not the one you should be talking to about this, maybe you should seek professional help.
Logan stares at him.
Logan: Hell, I was just talking to you as a friend. I've been coming to you for the last seven years with injures.
Doctor: Ah, sorry.. I didn't mean it that way.
Logan: Oh sure, that's fine boudle. Just f'n dandy.
Logan looks down at the floor.
Logan: What the fuck?
Doctor: What?!
Logan stands up, and slams his fist against the wall.
Logan: All I f'n hear in WCF anymore is bitching, complaining, and eh... it's all anyone every does.
Doctor: What's wrong with you, Logan?
Logan: I want out! I'm tired of this shit hole place, it's old. But I just can't get away from it, I'm addicted to WCF.
Logan sits down, calmly.
Logan: Yeah, I don't know what to say.. really.
His voice becoming normal again, the heavy breathing coming to a stop, and his rage disappearing as if he didn't just make a scene.
Logan: I've let these guys down when they needed me the most, I should be a better leader, and that's my goal from now on. I'm going lead T.o.T into victory at the PPV.
The doctor stares at Logan in confusion.
Logan: Something wrong..?
An awful glare forming over Logan's face.
Logan: What did you just say to me?
Doctor: Nothing..?
Logan's breathing increases, his eyes staring daggers at the doctor as he quickly jumps up throwing his hand across the doctors table knocking over pens, paper, and other various office tools.
Logan: Fuck The New Dynasty! I hate their boudle guts. They are nothing but a group of complaining punks..
Logan tunes his voice into that of a crying child, mocking the dynasty.
Logan: Boo-who-who, we don't get the respect we deserve.. boo-who, we want some french cries.
Logan spits on the floor, walking over to the wall leaning against it staring at the doctor with an insane look on his face.
Doctor: Not this again..
Logan: Not what, boudle?
Doctor: Butch?
Logan smiles, walking out the door of the doctors office. We hear commotion coming from the hall way as he leaves, a nurse screams.
Nurse: He just grabbed my boobs! You basterd! Security!
The doctor lets out a long sigh, before sitting down in his chair. He reaches down, picking up his notebook, and pens that Logan recently knocked off the desk. He lays them back on the table, before dotting something down. The camera zooms in closely on what he's writing.
Due to the stress in my patients career, it has seem to overwhelm his disorder. The drug prescribed to him doesn't longer have any more effect on the patient. Therefor, my patients spilt personality disorder will continue to progress till we can discover further treatment.
The doctor drops the pen down, and leans his head back into the chair.
Doctor: ... Not again.
The scene slowly fades out with the words "Logan/Butch" written on the screen in red.
