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MrVyper · **05-28-2013, 08:49 AM**

What a Night!!

I struggled to get out of bed that morning, still feeling the effects the alcohol had taken on me the night before. The cracks of sunshine were just beginning to creep through the gap in the curtains. The ominous groan of a drunk echoing around my deserted house. High Stakes was the night before and after Bryce and I had lost the Tag Championship match we headed out for a few beers to drown our sorrows.

You can see where this is heading, two partners having a beer after losing a huge match, looking for something or SOMEONE to blame. The hint is in the name, Bryce erupted after I made a sarcastic about the size of his forehead and the lack of a brain he has to make us lose the match. Bryce "The Xtremist" didn't like this and proceeded to pick up a bar stool and swing for me with it, it narrowly missed my cranium by around five inches. Twenty seconds later and it was an all out brawl, the whole bar had erupted into a frenzy, however this was all I could remember about the night previous. So as usual I checked my mobile phone, the biggest indicator of what you'd done on the night before. I must of really been drunk last night.. I couldn't find my pocket, maybe I was still intoxicated now. There was no pockets.

I looked around more intently, focusing harder on my surroundings. The room was no larger than five metres square and when I recognised the shocking reality.. the matress became less and less comfortable. Leaping to my feet in a fit of rage, confusion and drunken slur, I lost it. Striking the walls. Realising it wasn't doing anyone any good I decided to change my method sitting down and trying to remember. But it had finally sunk in.. I was sat in a prison cell. What the hell happened last night!?

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