03-21-2014, 10:45 AM
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March the 21st
Patient
I wake up around 10 at night to find a text message sitting on my cell. It's from Paul Heyman and I'm wondering what the chubby, Jewish bald man with the pony tail wants at this hour. Does Paul E Dangerous need a new "guy" to accompany to the ring for Wrestlemania? Is the hardcore revolution making its fifteenth comeback? Then I remember that I signed up for his new Road To X-treme wrestling show. Bah, I forgot that I even opted in for such a show. What a damn shame, I was really hoping to lace up the purple gloves, go out there, and capture my first Wrestlemania moment.
I need to get out of this damn casket. It's been days since I've had fresh water and fresh meat. Soon I will lace up the purple gloves and dig through this dirt until I have one hand sticking out of the grave. For now I must have some fun with this photo of my dead girlfriend.