It’s a sight you always welcome; being one of the first to show for the day. The sound of the high performance engine of your titanium silver Mclaren 765LT Spider sounds as glorious as always in your ears and the low vibrations in your chest speak to the harnessed power you’ve yet to unleash as you trim your speed and angle your car towards your spot.
Coming to a halt perfectly centered in one of the empty bays, the sign mounted on a small metal bar just behind the line stating ‘The Baron’, you cut the engine and savour the last few seconds before you step out of the air conditioned interior.
Placing the car keys in your back pocket, you then reach back in and grab your mobile phone from its holder in the McLaren’s center dash and place it into your left pocket.
Reaching back in, you extract the battered duffel bag from the passenger seat, holding it in your left hand while you gently shut the door with your right.
You begin to walk towards the entrance to the academy, eyes scanning around to check who else is there so far.
No one that you need to worry about.
Not that it’s an issue if another wrestler is there before you, it’s just pride and an internal victory at stake. Like when you and your wife race one another to the end of the street or to who can do the quickest lap of the pool, it’s never a spoken competition. When you and Matthew compete at the track outside the Academy, you both know what’s at stake. Tom from HR that sometimes is ahead of you in the queue at lunch, you both know the drill.
Before you know it, you find yourself a few steps away from the main door into the academy, slowing your pace as you cross the final feet, reaching out with your pass to scan it against the reader placed by the side.
An audible ‘thunk’ is heard, as you now swing the door open, stepping inside. A rush of cool air escaping and rippling across you before being swept away by the suns warmth.
Your thoughts turn from the enjoyable drive to the work you’d be doing that day. A focus more on preparation for your upcoming match than working with the rookies.
Not that you wouldn’t be available to tutor or to assist; it’s just, well, they all knew what you needed to prioritise.
Your match against Jeremy, Stu-E and with ’him’ was of course the main focus. The long awaited match with Matthew wasn’t far away from occurring though, and then on the horizon, Ringmaster.
You feel your heart skip at the thought of Ringmaster returning after all these years, a small determined grimace forming as the fire in your belly grows.
The corridors by this point go past in a blur, you’re well accustomed to them and you can do the path to your office and then into the gym as if on auto pilot.
The next few minutes pass, as you prepare for the day ahead, changing into your training gear before quickly settling down at your desk for a brief catch up of the latest promos.
You see who’s uploaded since you last checked. Wolfy, Tobias, Erica, Maniac…
A sigh, low and sustained.
You purse your lips, your tongue poking into your cheek for a few moments as you debate which one to view first. With another sigh for good measure, you click on the first and settle back into your chair to watch, apprehension already spreading as you wonder what they’ve been saying to one another.
At points over the next 15 or so minutes, your face is held in your hands, your eyebrows arch upwards, you snort with amusement and everything in between.
Picking up your phone from where it’s currently lying on your desk, you unlock it, before opening up the camera app and placing it to the video option, flipping the screen back to have it facing you.
You settle it up against your laptop, hooking it onto an attachment specifically for it, so that it’s held up and set at a comfortable height to capture you without the need to hold it.
(Hans): Guten morgen HWA fanverse.
Twice in one week, jah?
I’ll keep this brief, ich muss eine schulung absolvieren.
So, to that end, Herr Chaos… I’m a professional, I’ll bring my best, rest assured. Not for you, but for myself und for Jeremy und Herr Price.
Secondly, Herr Chaos, it’s gut, sehr gut, even, that you’ve actually now apologized in as many words. A blanket statement as you’ve done before was no good, this…
A small nod of the head.
(Hans): This was better. Actions und not words though Herr Chaos, actions, not words.
He steeples his fingers together.
(Hans): Next, to actions und words. Wolfy, might I advise a bit of tact und restraint from you… Herr Clarke ist… jah, infuriating, no?
But… he did make a good point about you showing up to a spa with your animals in tow last week. We want HWA to be in the news for the right reasons, such as what you’re looking to do with your petting zoo und fun zone.
Even I’d be intimidated if a wolf was to suddenly appear in front of me, so surely you understand that even if you know they’re not in danger, that isn’t how it will appear to others. Und again, jah, don’t wreck and spoil property. You’re not running a coach through the streets of Chicago trying to commit vehicular manslaughter like my tag-partner did last year, but still…
Don’t make me regret my actions in putting you through to Wisdom. You already have das hellcat riled up against you, trust me, she can make your life hell, so be mindful.
Good luck against Tobias.
A small smile and a nod at the camera.
(Hans): Und with that, time for me to start the day’s training.
He cuts the feed, uploading the video to the HWA Youtube a few seconds later, before grabbing a bottle of water and a towel from the duffel bag sat at the side of the desk and making his way towards the gym.
The scene fades out to black.
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