"I told you, you idiot. I told you, but do you ever listen to yourself?! Course not, you have to go on instinct like a fool. How dare you think about her, I'm serious. How. Dare. You. She wants nothing to do with you, you're just entertainment while she figures out how to take you down in the ring" He thought to himself as he looked away, ashamed he'd embarrassed her, but he could she her reflection in the window.<br/><br/>"Get ahold of yourself. Stop being so foolish, you're hear to bash skull, not fall for someone you don't know" He whispered to himself as he rested his head against the window and closed his eyes to try and sleep, but when he closed his eyes he felt her touch and jolted back upright. He cursed at himself under his breath and decided to see if he packed a deck of cards or something to pass the time and get his mind off of her. No dice, only clothes, fighting wraps, and a toothbrush, he hadn't been out of prison long enough to get anything else. Prison. It almost seemed like a stupid idea to go to the tournament now, violence was what got him locked away, and the first thing he did when he got out was jump at a chance back in a ring.<br/><br/>All his life, he just moved from one fight to the next to block out the pain. Even in the slam, he wouldn't hesitate to smash someones skull in and get in a brawl. The worst part was, when he wasn't in the thick of a fight, he felt numb. Maybe that was what had him so wrapped up in her. The fact that, regardless of her intentions, that attraction wasn't numbness, he felt something. He put his hands on the sides of his head to try and rest, and this time when he closed his eyes, he didn't jolt awake because of the feeling