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D.o.M._2K9 presents: Episode 2 Am I under your skin yet Falconi? Am I bothering you yet? If it wasn't enough for me to wreck your match, yea... I pissed away my worst drunken efforts on your pitiful ass. Which, a little FYI, you're not even worth. Nooo... Do you get it yet Macaroni? Do YOU GET IT? I woulda figured turning my back to you in front of thousands would've been about the same as spitting in your eye, don't cha know. Or maybe pissing on your girlfriend... Doesn't really matter Ill do both if I haven't already, Yea... Oh does that thought upset you Mike? Good. Get Angry... Make your statements. Talk your shit sooon. Doesn't change the simple fact that in terms of wrestling ability and entertainment value… You're a shot glass to my tea cup, yeaaa. Face it Bird brain... I'm just that much better... Because I'm that... Far... Gone. ------------------------------------------------------------------ {Wednesday, March 19th 2K8} {8:11 am} {Tempe, AZ} 'Pain' 'Throbbing' "WOOF!" 'Wetness...' "UGH! MAX!" I pushed the cold tongue of my seven month old golden mutt away from my face. He happily pranced in a circle by the door, obviously wanting breakfast, or to go to the bathroom or some shit. I was having a hard time telling what exactly he wanted as my head was still throbbing. I couldn't even think straight, let alone remember what the hell sobriety was, as I staggered my way to the bathroom. 'Damn' I had spent the last two weeks getting shitfaced, and loaded. I was in the ring, and doin my thing. It felt good, and for some reason whenever I felt that good, I just had to try and find a way to feel better. "If this is better, then I'd hate to see what heaven feels like. Oh shit..." Splashing the cold bathroom sink water into my face jolts my senses and jogs my memory. I frantically try and recall what day it is. "RELAX... You made it Captain Alky." Came his voice from the mirror. "You got to the show, and walked out on him. Don't worry about it, I have everything under control." "You sure James" I say questioningly with a glance to the mirror. "Take your pooch for a walk on over to the gym... You have a pay per view this weekend." The man in the mirror replies with a smile. "And you'll have that well in hand as well?" I say to the reflection as my hands work along the countertop. He replies with a coy smile, "Of course, you have nothing to be afraid of, I am in control of everything." 'That's precisely what I'm afraid of asshat' I think to myself as I move my face to the counter and proceed to blur out the rest of the week. ------------------------------------------------------------------ So I do drugs? So I smoke a cigarette whenever possible... So I showed up to our Team match drunk, and lit. What the hell is that gonna do for you Falconi? You think I'm gonna come to a one on one drunk? Of course you do, because I want you to. Dumbshit. See, now you don't know do you. Like I told my host, before, everything is in MY control yea... I know everything, and you know... what I WANT YOU... to know. Get it yet? It's real short. Real sweet. And right to the fucking point…yea On a mic, In a ring, Up a tree, Over a hill, All around... Name it Mikey... And face it yea... I'm better than you. Now... There are TWO... EXACTLY TWO... things that you can do about this... Would you like to know what they are? Are you ready? PFFFT! Like I’m gonna tell you... Actually I think I will. You know what you can do about me being better than you? Nothing... aaaaaaaaand like it. --}'Psychosis' James Caine 
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