Post by drakeconnors on Nov 9, 2020 19:48:30 GMT -6
The scene fades in on Drake Connors’ workout room. He and Hayato are training in Drake’s fully outfitted wrestling ring to the sounds of “Mood” by Fame on Fire echoing through the workout space in Drake’s large, converted mental asylum home. They seem to be working on team moves, shaking off the rust that had built up over the period of inactivity both had been through.
“Nice one!” Drake exclaims, as Hayato rolls over Drake’s bent back for a spectacular double spin kick, and Hayato smiles as they clutch each others’ hands and go for a team leaping snap kick, moving in concert with the fast paced beat.
The song switches to “The Triumph of King Freak” by Rob Zombie, and so does their pacing, slowing it down a bit, their moves becoming less showy and more high impact, their movements like a well oiled machine, all the old cues and movesets coming back to them as they work. They continue to move in harmony as the song changes to “Diamonds and Dark” by Phantom Elite begins to play, the pace picking up considerably, both men lathered in sweat, breathing easy though hard, neither blown out by the lack of active wrestling due to extensive continued training. Of course, someone has to break, no matter the conditioning.
“Okay, okay, enough…” Hayato gasps, holding a stitch in his side.
Strangely it is Drake, the older veteran, who still seems as if he’s good to go at an even faster pace. The older man smirks cockily.
“Come on, son, you gotta be able to do better than that if you wanna beat the Candy Crush Bros 5000. We’ve been sitting on our butts for months, these guys haven’t. What’s the matter, H, too much cake slowing you down?”
Hayato chuckles a bit, rubbing his side.
“Look, you’ve been continually training despite quote sitting on your butt end quote. I haven’t been quite as disciplined because 1. I’m still a newlywed and 2. Well, there is no 2.”
Drake snorts, tossing Hayato a towel, rubbing himself down with another towel. He smirks a bit as “Dancing in Hell” by Eleine begins playing.
“That excuse only works so long, kiddo. Sooner or later you’re gonna have to knuckle down and train as intensely as you used to.”
Hayato chuckles, shaking his head.
“Yeah, but you’re the one who picked such fast paced music to train to.”
Drake nods.
“Of course. Gotta be relentless in this business, son, and nothing instills that better than letting fast paced beats run the pace of your training. So are you done for the day, or just need a break?”
Hayato sighs, knowing what answer Drake expected.
“Just a break.”
“Good”, Drake responded. “We can’t rest on our laurels here. This is a new, fresh start for us, kid. I for one want to make a good impression. Now then… let’s go.”
Drake holds up a remote and presses a button. “Creatures X: To The Grave” by Motionless in white hits the sound system. Sighing, Hayato enters the ring and resumes refining their moves as the scene fades.
“Nice one!” Drake exclaims, as Hayato rolls over Drake’s bent back for a spectacular double spin kick, and Hayato smiles as they clutch each others’ hands and go for a team leaping snap kick, moving in concert with the fast paced beat.
The song switches to “The Triumph of King Freak” by Rob Zombie, and so does their pacing, slowing it down a bit, their moves becoming less showy and more high impact, their movements like a well oiled machine, all the old cues and movesets coming back to them as they work. They continue to move in harmony as the song changes to “Diamonds and Dark” by Phantom Elite begins to play, the pace picking up considerably, both men lathered in sweat, breathing easy though hard, neither blown out by the lack of active wrestling due to extensive continued training. Of course, someone has to break, no matter the conditioning.
“Okay, okay, enough…” Hayato gasps, holding a stitch in his side.
Strangely it is Drake, the older veteran, who still seems as if he’s good to go at an even faster pace. The older man smirks cockily.
“Come on, son, you gotta be able to do better than that if you wanna beat the Candy Crush Bros 5000. We’ve been sitting on our butts for months, these guys haven’t. What’s the matter, H, too much cake slowing you down?”
Hayato chuckles a bit, rubbing his side.
“Look, you’ve been continually training despite quote sitting on your butt end quote. I haven’t been quite as disciplined because 1. I’m still a newlywed and 2. Well, there is no 2.”
Drake snorts, tossing Hayato a towel, rubbing himself down with another towel. He smirks a bit as “Dancing in Hell” by Eleine begins playing.
“That excuse only works so long, kiddo. Sooner or later you’re gonna have to knuckle down and train as intensely as you used to.”
Hayato chuckles, shaking his head.
“Yeah, but you’re the one who picked such fast paced music to train to.”
Drake nods.
“Of course. Gotta be relentless in this business, son, and nothing instills that better than letting fast paced beats run the pace of your training. So are you done for the day, or just need a break?”
Hayato sighs, knowing what answer Drake expected.
“Just a break.”
“Good”, Drake responded. “We can’t rest on our laurels here. This is a new, fresh start for us, kid. I for one want to make a good impression. Now then… let’s go.”
Drake holds up a remote and presses a button. “Creatures X: To The Grave” by Motionless in white hits the sound system. Sighing, Hayato enters the ring and resumes refining their moves as the scene fades.