Perceptions

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Tyler picked up another win, despite the finger injury he had suffered two months ago. Not that his finger got in the way at any point in his matches, nowadays, it was just a nascence whenever he held his phone for his post-match video and selfie intake. But it did get in the way when having to delete photos and videos from his phone when he needed to.

That, subsequently, happened after almost every match. It wasn't that he didn't like the pictures and videos, but there was a point where he just didn't want to be living in his gimmick 24/7. It never stopped him once from striding down the hallways to his private locker room (always being booked several weeks in advance to avoid being near anyone he didn't want to be around).

Unlacing his boots, then kicking them off of his feet, Tyler decided to watch some of the show before showering. This gave Tyler time to lay on the couch, not rush, and not have to be interrupted unless some backstage crew member had told him to look like he was still sweating if there was a backstage segment after showering. He really didn't like having to mess with his hair and put water on his hairline and chest after he had a match and already cleaned up just for a two minute (if that) segment backstage.

As his luck had it, about twenty minutes later, nothing had been signalled for a promo or anything, just some interview with Neville. At least Neville talked about Tyler, and not those ridiculous ears and haircut that Tyler thought that Neville made halfway decent. Ugh, no, not even halfway! It just shouldn't have looked like it suited anyone! But, it was somehow able to fit the British man perfectly (in an odd way, at least).

Not that Tyler had even bothered to look in Neville's way, unless he needed to or the two had run into each other. More often Neville's fault from Tyler's, at least, that was what he thought. The only time the two men spoke was to talk about business, and Tyler barely listened to a word Adrian has ever said. However, that was if he could get a word in without Tyler interrupting him about petty details like insulting the other man's attire or how he acted around people.

Adrian Neville had always been, as Breeze had claimed, "too nice" to everyone. It wasn't that Tyler hadn't been telling the truth, but the fact that he had noticed how he behaved backstage to people made Adrian wonder if Tyler had noticed him more than once thought. The thought was quickly dismissed when Breeze began to mumble about how Adrian's fashion sense and looks should be changed under his breath.

That conversation had taken place a couple of months ago, and Tyler shuttered every time he thought back to when he had to spend an extended period of time with that uggo. Two minutes even exceeded the limit. But seeing that Neville hadn't exactly been comfortable with the situation either made Tyler feel the slightest bit vindicated that the man was feeling the same way he was. Actually, Tyler definitely felt worse about being stuck in a room with Adrian for about twenty minutes.

Tyler made an effort to get as much sweat and grime off of his face and body before getting out. There was only a certain time frame that the roster could stay in the University for before they would have to go home or back to a hotel room after a show. It was always a priority to Tyler that he leaves before everyone else walked out the door to the garage. Again he seemed lucky, Tyler hadn't been in the shower for too long, having enough time to towel dry (he never wanted to use a blow dryer, since the heat would damage his hair even with heat protecting spray), and brush his hair back into a ponytail. Just how he preferred, hair out of the face, more people could admire his natural good looks.

Making sure his attire, phone and anything else he brought with him was packed, Breeze double checked his clothes were looking good (dark blue jeans, black leather shoes and a white V-neck t-shirt with an unbuttoned dark grey vest over the top). He straightened out his shirt and vest, picked up his bag with all of his belongings expect his keys that were in his hand and turned off the lights in the locker room just before closing the door behind him.

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