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Mr. Fox:
I follow him into the elevator chewing on my sandwich, not as good as the one's my mom makes; not by a long shot. I lean in the corner of the elevator and try not to nod off to sleep. Then I start to loudly hum the music to myself, what can I say, it's catchy...and I kinda like it. I catch myself staring at the chief, I'm half tempted to ask if he's really the Golden Hammer, but I don't want him to think I'm just another one of his countless fans, I'm not that desperate, yet.

Tickles:
The chief and the server get on. Masters nods at the two fighters.

Gentleman.

He presses button five and holds the door for the other fighter. He is too preoccupied to care for his son's wish to privacy. All he wants to do is discuss the tournament, make sure his head is in it.

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Sean was sitting in his hotel room, looking at his mark.

It's almost time.... and this time no one is going to get in my way.

He already sighned up for the tournament a while ago, so he was just trying to relax for now. He turned on his TV to the news channel just in time to see the announcement.

We're coming at you live from the Golden Hotel, where world champ Stan Masters has just checked in. When prompted for an interview, he kindly refused and went inside. With the tourney three days away, one question remains, will the champ prove himself once more, or will we see the fall of a great warrior?

Sean chuckled to himself, with a bit of a creepy smile on his face.

Oh he'll fall all right, he'll fall right on his face when I beat him.

He walked out of the room with his hood over his head, locked the room, and walked down the hall and twards the elevator.

Mabye I can add a few wins to my winning streak before the tournament...

GrizzlyEatsKids:
Jack stood there for a moment before leaving, staring at the TV. He understood why people liked Stan, but he was certainly over-hyped.

You know what? he thought to himself. I can beat Stan Masters, right now if I wanted to. I know, I'll find him and challenge him. That'll end his hype.

Jack took off in the direction of the hotel. When he got there Jack squeezed in an elevator with some red haired guy that looked strangely familiar, a guy he had never seen before, and who he suspected to be the police chief. Good, the police chief was Stan's father, he knew that, and he could follow him to Stan's room.

The-Blades-slave:
Daylin looked around, taking a bite of his sandwich. Ah, the sweet, succulent taste of turkey and ranch dressing! He took a single step into the elevator, and after a moment the doors began to close. He turned to the new man, who had just stepped on (Jack).

So, what's your name?

hE crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

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