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The words lingered in the air, an immense cold chill seem to crawl across James’s body as he took into consideration what many seasoned veterans who recognize as trouble awaiting him. He groaned as he tried to stretch out the aches in his body from his match with Deacon. How was he planning to get one over on the HOW Legend was beyond him. He cursed as he stood up, realizing that he should have taken up the idea of yoga for easing out of painful moments that were only beginning. Taking in the surroundings of his bedroom, his ring gear neatly folded on top of the dresser, gleamed brightly from the sunlight that filled into his suite.
Deacon was anything but easy, he was foolish…distracted too much going into that match. Yet here he was, knowingly aware of his next match up. How many times had he cross this man’s path? Usually Kostoff was pushed into another group during the Lee Best Invitationals…usually. He pondered this some more as he opened the fridge, grabbing a BOOST shake and looking it over before tossing it into the air and catching it, spinning the cap off, ripping the seal off and chugging it down. James tosses it aside, knowing that there was little time to adjust for someone he rarely saw. He chuckled briefly at the thought, maybe this would go rather quickly, potentially just go for the DQ. He chuckled a little as he opened the door to the hallway, looking down at the newspaper neatly presented main page up towards the door. He grabs it gingerly, rising up to full height as he steps back and closes the door.
“Snow expected in to arrive in Chicago with single digits promised to happen overnight. Hmm…is that more important than everything else in this town?”
James walked over to his couch, slowly grazing the second page, highlighting the latest crime to celebrate by journalists. He plopped on the couch, crossing his right leg over his left knee. He skipped the two more pages before taking in the funnies, smirking.
He wasn’t ready for Kostoff. But he was gonna try and slow him down.