"Tears come from the heart and not from the brain."

~ Leonardo da Vinci

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8 June 2018
QT Sydney
Sydney, Australia

"Finn? You coming out anytime soon?"

The oh-so-familiar voice of Jon Williams came with a rapping on the door. Finn buried his face into the pillow in response, blocking out any and all noise as he tried to drift back off to sleep.

"Come on, Finn, it's not that bad. You yourself said you were the underdog in that match!"

Jon was, of course, trying to help Finn up after his devastating loss against the Engineer at XWF Second Chance, the most recent show under the XWF banner. It was a hectic night, full of title changes and surprises, and the brief but fast-paced main event culminated in the reigning XWF Universal Champion defending his belt once more, putting away Finn for the three count.

But, it wasn't the result of the match that bothered Finn so much. Sure, he worked and bled and shed every ounce of sweat he could possibly shed to try and get that shot. But at the end of the day, Finn was still considered an upper echelon player. He main evented a pay-per-view, something 90% of the roster couldn't say, and likely would never be able to say. And once Finn resolved the mystery known as his consistency issues, the championship would only be a matter of time. No, the match itself wasn't the problem. What was the problem was--

"Come on, Finn, talk to me! I can try to help!"

Finn grumbled into the pillow, his inner musings interrupted by his friend as he grumbled in response, "Go away."

"But Fiiiiiinn!" Jon's muffled voice cried through the door. "You can't sit there whining and complaining about life! You have a match against Ghost Tank coming up soon!"

"Watch me. Ghost Tank can suck a fat one from all I care, he's probably already had plenty of experience doing that from his weird-tranny-wife-that's-from-an-alternate-version-of-himself-that-he-still-had-feelings-for."

"Wait, r-really?" Jon stammered. "Wow, that's... kinda lame actually. But all the more reason you should put that loser in his pla--"

"Go away," came the same reply from Finn.

Jon paused, tapping his toe on the floor as a light thud echoed throughout the hall. But, it was clear - in his current state, Finn was a lost cause. Shaking his head and sighing, Jon walked down the hall, allowing Finn some peace and quiet and snuggle into sleep...

...or so he thought. A new rapping greeted his thoughts.

"For fuck's sake, Jon, go away already!" Finn yelled, grabbing another nearby pillow and shoving it over his head to try and block out the noise.

Despite his best efforts however, a familiar voice cut through the air. "Finn, please let me in. We need to talk."

Isabel. Finn's breath grew shaky, as he forces himself out of the bed, his feet shuffling against the floor. Slowly, painstakingly, he dragged himself across the lavish room, opening the door to look his talent agent in the eyes.

Without missing a beat, Isabel continued, looking slightly nervous - and perhaps out of character at that. "Listen," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm no therapist. I'm probably the last person you would expect to help you sort out yourself. But this... this isn't you. Finn, let me help you."

Slowly, uneasily, without another word, Finn opened the door in front of him just enough to let Isabel in, gently closing it behind her.

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"Uh, hey guys! It's me. Sorry Finn isn't doing this, or that you're not getting your normal flash and such here - I'm sure you know what I mean? - But, sad to say, Finn isn't exactly in his right state of mind currently. Like, he's barely gotten up out of bed since Turning Point. So, hopefully temporarily here, I'm taking over to address... ugh."

"Ghost Tank."

"I don't need to address what he said - hell, he's said nothing at all in the entire buildup to this match! It seems like his entire persona is a walking contradiction to himself too. Like, seriously, if you don't believe me, there's footage on the official website of him trying to critique Dragon Ball Z as he's sitting back with his wife. Like, seriously? That's the big bad Ghost Tank? It's as if it's two different sides of him, the pathetic loser who claims to annihilate men, and the pathetic loser who's M.O. is to perpetually be Luca Arzegotti's bitch. Ugh, fuck him. Anyway... I'll be keeping this quick, I don't want to drone on like how Finn does. You're going down, Ghost Tank! Er... I hope. Anyway, bye for now!"

~FIN~