He takes a deep breath and walks towards the weightlifting area, where he starts warming up with a set of squats. After finishing his warm-up, he moves on to the bench press, loading up the bar with weights. He slowly lifts the bar, feeling the burn in his chest and arms. Sean then moves on to the dumbbell rack and picks up a pair of heavy weights. He raises the weights above his head, feeling the strain on his shoulders and biceps, his face contorting in an expression of concentration.
Next up is the leg press machine, one of Sean's favourite pieces of equipment. He loads the machine with heavy weights, and with a deep breath, he begins to push his legs up and down, feeling the tension building in his quads.
Finally, Sean moves on to the punch bag, where he lets out his pent-up energy with a flurry of punches and kicks, replicating the techniques passed on to him by Sensei Matthew. Sweat drips down his face as he continues to pound the bag, mixing up his techniques with various different punches and kicks of varying heights and rotations.
After some intense training, Sean collapses onto the mat, exhausted but satisfied. Happy with the exertion from his workout and taking care not to overdo it. Knowing he has a match in exactly a weeks’ time, his first televised wrestling match in eight years, he was conscious about ensuring he was match-fit and ready. Having worked up quite a sweat and feeling his pre-workout beginning to wear off, he calls it a day, grabbing his towel and mopping his face, neck and underarms and he take a long gulp from his water bottle before he makes his way to the showers.
20 minutes later…
Sean, gym bag slung over one of his shoulders, is making his way through the training facilities main atrium when he sees, one on the big plasmas hung up a various parts of the room, he sees William Draconis responding to his good friend, Jeremy ahead of their upcoming match at Havoc. Sean can’t help but let an involuntary short of derision escape his nostrils, shaking his head disparagingly. He stops his movement and thinks for a moment, his face etched in contemplation.
(Sean): Screw it.
He turns around in his peripheral vision, sees one of the camera crews that linger in the background, keen to catch any juicy gossip or goings-on.
(Sean): William, William, William. It’s been a while hasn’t it?
Sean smirks.
(Sean): Seeing as Stu-E Price is missing in action and you’re going up against my good friend, JB, I thought I’d drop my two cents here. You remember me, don’t you, William? We were tag team partners back at Ring Master 2009? Your old buddies Fallen and Legion decided to drop me out of the ring and I snapped three vertebrae in my back and where were you? Hmm?
Sean looks at the camera as if expecting a response.
(Sean): You froze like a rabbit caught in the headlights. And knowing how good Jeremy is, I’ve no doubt at Havoc, you’ll freeze again. You so-called “veterans” of HWA all seem to have something in common. Whether it’s you or Maniac acting like we owe you a favour and should be showing you respect, or Stu-E Price for whatever reason not even gracing us with his presence, there has been nothing but disrespect and ignorance. Maniac, although he beat Matt last week, underestimated him and almost paid the price of his own hubris. And then you have the gall to think that the success of the Reunion Show, of Havoc was because of you and your sorry band of Confederate friends? Don’t make me laugh!
Sean shakes his head and wags a finger at the camera.
(Sean): No, no, no, no, William. This was all because of what webuilt, what we built over the years.
Sean points to himself.
(Sean): Me….Matt…Sarah…Michelle….Jeremy… forget being veterans, OGs or any other nostalgic bullshit synonym. We are the core of HWA. And make no mistake, William. Jeremy didn’t get the chance to face someone like Will Ospreay because he complained. I let him down because of my own misgivings. Jeremy earned and deserved a match of that calibre.
Sean shifts the weight of his gym bag on to his other shoulder.
(Sean): And after Havoc, the only thing that will have an asterisk against it is your name! Good luck because you’re gonna need it!
Sean gives the camera one last look before walking away and the scene fades to black.
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