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[Mighty Frank]

"Grace, pride, tell me whats your name.
Crippled will with tomorrows pill. But I feel no pain and I can't remember who's to blame." - My Grain, COC

It was roughly 7:30 AM. I rustled awake in some young, stranger's bed... taking out a prescription bottle and placing one pill on the night stand, crushing it with a quarter, before inhaling it as I picked up and lit the joint I had rolled next to it on the counter top. I inhaled deeply, ahh... nothing like a fresh joint and a line of Xanax to clear my spinning head the first thing in the morning.

I exhale, watching the smoke swirl in the rays of early morning sunlight pouring through the open window. Her name was Lindsay, or so she said... but I was pretty sure she wasn't lying considering the picture she painted hanging above her bed was signed L. Brown.

I scoured the scene, remembering I hadn't gotten up to the bathroom before trailing off to slumber. There wasn't a single used rubber or an empty wrapper instead.

FUCK! I fucked another stranger without a condom. Ah well, she said she was only 21 and was going to be graduating college in a few weeks. So my guess is, the worst I couldn't gotten was clap or something merely annoying. Nothing a quick test, a shot of penicillin and some daily vitamins can't fix.

I took another hit and tried to remember the night before, not to mention what a man my age was doing with such a young girl. Ah well, at least it was legal. Yeah, that's right, I think to myself... she said she liked the Mets and I don't know shit about the Mets other than that fagot David Wright plays for them. So I told her I loved the Mets, we toasted to the Mets. She thought I was cute with my black hair and devilish smile. I knew what she wanted to hear and I told her that. I beat her at darts every time. We got drunk and closed down the bar together before she walked me back to her apartment.

I cough a little bit, choke a little more and search with my good eye closed for something to drink. A half empty, piss warm Heineken sat there on the night stand. It'll do, I thought as I swallowed the rest of the contents and went back to smoking my hand rolled "cigarette".

There she lay, in all her womanly glory. Sleeping on her stomach, arms tucked beneath her chest. The covers barely covered her ass and I sat upright, wearing only my boxers. A blue dog print tattoo inked on my right breast.

She rolls over and looks up at me with her big brown eyes, smiling, hard to imagine being so happy after only sleeping for two and a half hours. She grabs my arm and I know what she wants... putting the roach out in the ashtray. I learn down to kiss her and I feel nothing. Even during the act, it's just physical. Like protons and electrons, quantum psychics, the explosion comes like an atomic bomb and it's over. We're sweating and she says to me.

"Won't you stay awhile?"

I smile and my green eyes which seem to be turning lighter in my old age stare into her brown eyes. I can see her soul and I hate it, because it reminds me that I've got one and it's black and terrible and looks like Satan carved it out of brimstone and abortion skulls. It died and like Anakin Skywalker had turned to the darkside, a long, long time ago.

I turn away, snatching the bottle of pills from the counter top.

"Where are you going?"

She asks.

I snatch up my pants, step into them one leg at a time. I pull my Rollins Band t-shirt over my head and respond.

"Sorry, but, I've got Championships to win."

And I light the tail end of the joint as I walk out the door.

Forever...

Yeah, I'm prick like that. Deal with it fuckers.

[Mighty Frank]

"GOD is dead.... and no one CARES! If there is a hell, I'll see you THERE!"

Trent screamed through the digital media known as an MP3 through the wires and into Duke's eardrum as he made his way down the steps of Lindsay's shitty apartment off campus that her parents still paid for.

I puffed on the roach clip as he closed the door behind him at the bottom of the stairs and stepped out on the sidewalk below. Taking in the urban landscape, it's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder. He thought on top of the thought, "damn my head still is fucking ringing from that Kendo stick, fuck you Khanrai!"

It seemed even though Khanrai was a member of the Saints, the supposed protectors of Pure Chaos and the sworn enemies of The Suicide Club. It wasn't personal, sure, a few blows were exchanged probably between them in the midst of a brawl... but when Khanrai laced Duke's skull with that Kendo stick everything changed.

Duke wanted to peel Khanrai's flesh off from his bone. Cut his head off and mail his fingers and toes to his family members. Well, maybe not really, but, he was pissed and was looking forward to this match. Not just for the fact that he was going to once again become the Elimination Champion, a theory that was fact in Duke's mind, but, he was also going to get his hands on Khanrai in the process.

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Duke entered his hotel room and placed the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the door. It was a slightly chilly day in New York today, the perfect kind of day for the Las Vegasian to spend sleeping, avoiding the sunlight like Vlad Dracula.

What was he doing in New York when resides in Las Vegas and well... he is going to be fighting in Mexico in less than a week? Well, honestly, he was visiting his sister. The only person he actually gives a damn about these days, she had been in the hospital... and spent the days sleeping in a coma after a horrific car accident, and Duke thought he'd pay a visit, help her around the house. Try and show himself that he isn't totally dead inside, but, it didn't work. He still found his mind wandering as he sat by her side, clutching her hand which was cold and seemed dead to him despite the fact that the monitors she was hooked into indicated otherwise.

Besides, Duke hated Mexico and a few years back had burned a powerful drug lord, so it was best not to hang out there for too long.

He said a few words to her... mainly, "I love you, sis," but, wasn't really sure if he meant it anymore and headed off to the bar. That was yesterday, today is a different day, and Duke desperately needed solitude and sleep... but, suddenly with a rap on the door. He knew they had found him and that sleep would have to hold off for now.