"Krak, we appreciate your enthusiasm, but these are new ears."

Perpetual Repeat cringed and touched the side of his head. Of course, he was a clone, his old body having been damaged beyond repair in the arena. Right now he was simply chilling in the lounge, sipping on a glass of white wine. While in the arena he never wore clothing of any kind, as it would give away his position were he to use his camouflage ability, but in everyday life he actually liked to dress up a little, even though social standards didn't require him to. Currently he had donned a fleecy lavender robe, specially tailored to accommodate both his height and the extra arms, and four specially made slippers on his feet. It made him feel relaxed and at home. 

"I went too easy on him I guess," he boasted, "Could have taken him out right away, but the crowd always wants a show. It's gonna look bad on my resume though. Life's just not fair sometimes." He sighed dramatically, swirling the wine around in his glass. "Who's on the roster for next week, anybody I know?" he wondered. The list probably wasn't out yet, he knew his agent would tell him as soon as it did.