On a cobweb
Afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway
I confess i was lost in the pages
Of a book
Full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if a god we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go

In your house
I long to be
Room by room
Patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone

DeSean sat in his hotel room staring outside his room, as clichéd as that sound it was true. It was a true moment of reflection for him, alone at night with no one around to distract him it was the first time he even had any time for himself. He was no longer a tag team champion, no longer a title contender but all of that it didn't matter to anyone else and most importantly to himself. He worked so hard to get to this point where he was at now, endorsements, the fortune, the fame, interviews and he thought how close it was to being ruined with a concussion not counting the injured ankle he received at Endgame, though not serious it could have been.

On my death bed
I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan
To anyone who will take me to heaven
To a place
I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The ground was bled
And there you led me on

In your house
I long to be
Room by room
Patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone
Alone

He was getting to big for TCW, his contract was coming close to the end and he was stuck in limbo while he was moving up everywhere else. He accomplished everything that he was going to accomplish at TCW and in the world of Pro Wrestling. Or did he? He never held a world title, he didn't hold a singles title in TCW but again did it really matter?

Looking at his watch, he realized he was late for his meeting with Hardy, he grabbed his wallet and headed out the hotel room.
..............................

DeSean made his way into the casino it wasn't a long walk on the boardwalk strip from his room to the casino. He looked around the area and watched nothing unusual as people willingly gave their money away to the casino and they're just as content with it. He looked around the casino but there was no sign of Hardy, looking at his watch he was really late.

DeSean: Shit

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his cellphone and dialed the number of his stablemate.

DeSean: Hardy it's DeSean, I'm here but I'm late...obviously I apologized for that I know I set up the meeting but um...I'm sorry. :Clicked:

He took a few more steps forward inside but turned around he wasn't in a party mood he just needed time, time to think and reflect on his career if this would be his last match, his last feud he wanted it to be a bullshit free couple of weeks and the only way that would happened is by staying his ass in the hotel room but this was TCW and he was "The Technician" drama free was wishful thinking.