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Manager: M-m-may I h-h-help you?
PitBull: Any messages?
Manager: Just one...
PitBull: Well?
Manager: Some one called.... a man..... h-he didn't leave his name. He just said he would be in contact with you.
PitBull: Hmm.... good. Well I'm going up to my room and I don't want to be bothered. GOT IT!
Manager: Yes sir. And good luck on your match, I'm sure you will give win over Damien.
{Pit stops cold in his tracks and turns around to face the manager. A look of pure anger can be seen in his eyes as the manager knows he said something wrong. Pit returns to the counter leaning over it getting into his face. The manager fears for his life not being much of a violent man, it looks like he might wet him self any moment.}
PitBull: What did you say!
Manager: Nothing.
PitBull: WHO TOLD YOU!
Manager: I....
PitBull: There's a camera here isn't there. I SAID NO CAMERAS!
{Pit moves away from the manager and starts searching the lobby for where a camera might be hiding. The place stop at his out cries and are now just watching him. Pit tears threw plants and checks behind sofas, when his search turns up empty he kicks over a plant and storms on off to his room. The manager watches in till he is out of site then faints.}
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