As he stood by the edge of his bed, a weariness settled into his bones, a testament to the trials and exertions he had faced throughout the day. His body felt heavy, each muscle a silent reminder of the effort he had poured into his training. The prospect of slipping beneath the covers was a welcomed embrace, a chance to finally surrender to the sweet arms of rest.
With measured steps, Stu-E lowered himself onto the mattress, the soft cushion yielding beneath his weight. He let out a long, contented sigh, feeling the tension of the day slowly melt away. The sound of his own breath was a soothing rhythm, a lullaby that beckoned him toward slumber.
As his gaze fell upon the nearby nightstand, he reached out and picked up his phone. With a flick of his thumb, the screen illuminated, casting a faint blue glow that painted his features in a gentle hue. His fingers danced over the device's surface, guiding it to the familiar territory of a streaming app.
With a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, Stu-E navigated to the array of Draconis promos that had flooded the digital landscape. There, in all their theatrical glory, were the repetitions of Draconis's boasts, taunts, and challenges. It was a mesmerizing carousel of arrogance and bravado, a spectacle that had become something of a ritual all his opponents have had to endure.
He chuckled softly to himself, acknowledging the odd comfort he found in this routine. The repetition of Draconis's words seemed to have a peculiar tranquillity, a soothing rhythm that echoed the cadence of waves lapping against the shore. As each promo played, Stu-E's eyelids grew heavy, the sound of Draconis's voice gradually merging with the gentle symphony of the night.
His phone slipped from his grasp, settling onto the mattress as he lay on his side. The room's soft illumination was a gentle caress against his closed eyelids, the world outside his window cloaked in darkness. The ambient sounds of the city beyond were a distant hum, lulling him further into a state of drowsy contentment.
As the promos continued to play in the background, a gentle smile curved Stu-E's lips. Sleep was a welcome visitor, its embrace promising respite from the demands of the day and the anticipation of the match that awaited. The rhythmic repetition of Draconis's promos became a soothing lullaby, his mind drifting into dreams where he stood tall in the centre of the ring, bloody and battered yet ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. And so, as the night enveloped him, Stu-E Price accidently surrendered to slumber, such is the side effect of watching too many Draconis promos.
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