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Xavior was in his hotel room after his promo later that night and was sitting in a chair, of all the times to be tired...he wasn't. All he could do was think about his match, against some guy who really really talks too much. All of that talking he did, didn't mean anythng to him, words are words, that's how he saw it. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his cell phone go off, he got up from his chair and picked it up. Xavior: Hello? Trainer: Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Superstar. Xavior laughed and took a seat on his bed. Xavior: Hey man, you just caught me I was gonna go to bed... Trainer: Oh well, I just wanted to say that was a nice promo you did tonight. Xavior: Thanks... Xavior leaned back on his bed and sighed, he rubbed his head then rubbed his eyes. Xavior: Ever heard of The Bandit before? Trainer: Nope, why? Xavior: Just checkin' he suppose to be some big star or something. He really thinks he's  gonna kick my ass, am I some kind of loser to him or what? Trainer: Hey don't let that shit get in your head, guys like that need some of their teeth kicked in to get the whole picture understand? Xavior: Then that means I'm going to have to cave his whole fucking mouth in huh? His trainer laughed, Xavior laughed as well and sighed. Trainer: Look you've trained hard ever since you got back here in the U.S., you've trained with guys who are basically icons, and you've made a name for yourself since you've been wrestling in Japan. So zone out all that bullshit that's coming from his mouth, let your fists talk for you. It always comes down to who hits the hardest remember that. Xavior: You're right. You're absolutely right... Xavior peered up at the ceiling and nodded in agreement. Xavior: Thanks for calling man, I think I'm gonna go out and take a walk. Trainer: Alright be easy kid. Xavior: I always am...bye... He hung up and put his cell phone on the bed. After that he took a shower and put on some training clothes, he got a hoody and put it on. Walking out of the hotel, he looked both ways and began to jog down the street. Even if his match was a few days away he still had to train, something not too light but not too much either, so he decided to take a jog. Pacing himself, he pictured his match in his head, the possibilities, the right things, the wrong things, all of this he thought about. After awhile he came back to the hotel, he sighed and went to the front desk. Desk Clerk: Yes how may I help you? Xavior: Yeah, um did a guy named Bobby Jones check in? The desk clerk looked through the book and nodded. Desk Clerk: Yes he did, do want to give him a message? Xavior: Yeah, tell'em...Good Luck...He's gonna need it.... Xavior walked away to his room with his hoody on his head, the desk clerk watched him as he made his way to Bobby's room.

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