What's Scotland done for anyone lately? Nothing
Sept 7, 2013 19:18:08 GMT -4
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Post by Sang Réal on Sept 7, 2013 19:18:08 GMT -4
It is a gorgeous, warm and sunny day in Hawaii where Action Packed Wrestling has come for Sunday Night Asylum while the Thursday Night Overdrive roster has gone out of the country to the European country of France. While no Meltdown Supershow has been announced, both shows will be converging on Tokyo, Japan inside the Tokyodome for the One Night in Hell pay-per-view. For some the road to One Night in Hell is more or less set. For others, it that road is up in the air.::
Among the “others” who have yet to get on that road to One Night in Hell are Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, the two second generation wrestlers known as Sang Réal. Since moving to Asylum they have had a string of bad luck with losses to the current APW Tag Team Champions Anthony Bailey and APW Tap Out Champion Jair Hopkins, also know as the Dying Breed, and Zachariah Blood and Sentinel of The Unforgiven at the Meltdown Supershow, which would have put them in line for a title opportunity, and a singles lose to then Suicidal Champion Kaylyn James Evans by Krown. The move from Monday Night Meltdown to Sunday Night Asylum has not been very lucky for them, not lucky at all.
Now, in Hawaii, Gabriel Krown will face Evan McDonald in an attempt to turn his fortune, and that of Sang Réal, around.
Gabriel Krown walks through the hotel room early in the morning, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top with towel over his shoulders and a water bottle in his hands. He has a towel over his shoulder and a water bottle in his hand as he moves through the hall. Stopping at a door, he knocks.
Krown: “Connor, you in there?”
He knocks again.
Krown: “Connor?”
Looking a bit concerned that his tag team partner is not answering the door, Krown tries the handle, finding it unlocked. Shrugging he enters the room.
It is a nice roof overlooking the pool and the cool, blue waters of the Pacific Ocean. Already people are out and hanging around the pool area or at the beach. The room is a nice light tan with a large bed, sofa and matching chair, coffee table, flat screen television and what looks like a bar and mini-fridge. Krown looks around. The door to the balcony is open, but the screen is closed.
Krown: “Connor? Are you in here?”
Murphy: “Jacuzzi.”
Krown: “What?”
Murphy: “I’m in the Jacuzzi.”
Krown follows the sound of his voice to the screen door and opens it, stepping onto the balcony. There he finds Connor Murphy inside a Jacuzzi big enough to four people. Murphy has his head leaned back, relaxing in water. His arms are behind him. Krown looks a little confused.
Krown: “You have a Jacuzzi?”
Murphy: “You don’t?”
Krown: “No.”
Murphy: “Huh. What do you have?”
Krown: “Pretty much the same room, just not a Jacuzzi.”
Murphy: “Huh.”
Krown: “You coming or what? I need to get a work out going today. I have that match with Evan McDonald at Asylum.”
Murphy: “Relax. Who has Evan really ever beaten?”
Krown: “Valid, but we have not had the best luck lately.”
Murphy: “Minor setbacks.”
Krown: “How do you call those loses minor setbacks?”
Murphy: “We can absolutely turn this around. We are still part of Action Packed Wrestling and there are only about five tag teams here. I am not all that worried. Concerned but not too worried.”
Krown: “Well we should still get going. I thought you would be ready.”
Murphy: “Just give me a minute.”
Krown: “Is that your swimsuit in your hand?”
Murphy shifts a bit, raising his arms a little. In his right hand is a black bathing suit with blue stripes down the side of the thigh. He reaches into the water. Two bikini clad women rise out of the Jacuzzi. They are both of Asian decent, with darkish skin and black hair and both are very pretty. One is about a C cup with shoulder length dark hair, wearing a dark blue bikini. The other has a smaller chest, maybe B, with short neck length hair and is wearing a red bikini.
Murphy: “Thanks ladies. Call you later.”
The two girls get out of the Jacuzzi, grabbing towels and walking out of the hotel room. Murphy slips the swimsuit into the water and puts it on. Krown looks a bit more surprised than upset or anything else, like he is used to this, but this one was somehow new or different.
Krown: “Really?”
Murphy: “What? When I come to Hawaii and get laid, I actually get laid. I don’t need a flower necklace. Besides, Asians is a family taste. The Murphy family has been into Asian chicks long before we even knew there was an Asia.”
Krown: “That’s fair. Still, why two girls?”
Murphy: “Why not?”
The second generation brawler and self-proclaimed “lady’s man” steps out of the water and grabs a towel. He steps into the bathroom.
Krown: “Now what?”
Murphy: “Shower.”
Krown: “Killing me here. You're supposed to be the responsible one, not me.”
After about forty-five minutes, after Murphy had taken a shower, thrown on a pair of gym shorts and an APW logo t-shirt, grabbed an apple, grabbed a towel and threw it over his shoulder, grabbed a bottle of water and picked up a stop watch, which he then draped over his neck, the two second generation wrestlers were the elevator.
Krown: “How do you keep doing that?”
Murphy: “Trade secret.”
Krown: “Are they prostitutes?”
Murphy turns to Krown, looking a little offended by that accusation.
Murphy: “No. If you are going to get two girls and one has to be a prostitute, you do that in Vegas. You want a professional there.”
Krown: “I need to get a work out in.”
Murphy: “I know. I got mine in last night, and part of this morning.”
The technical half of Sang Réal shakes his head.
Krown: “Only you would consider sleeping with two women a work out.”
Murphy: “It is. And I did not sleep with them. I was up all night.”
Krown: “I didn’t need to know that.”
After arriving on the ground floor, the two men head towards the gym. This hotel has a quality gym, with treadmills, weights, exercise bikes and other such amenities. Krown stretches for a few moments and then starts out with the exercise bike. As he does this, Murphy pulls the stop watch off from around his neck and starts it.
Twenty minutes later, Murphy clicks the watch.
Murphy: “Time.”
Krown steps off the bike and heads to a barbell set. He lies back on the table with Murphy spotting him. Grabbing the weight, the second generation technical wrestler begins to lift. Murphy places his hands on the barbell to spot him.
It is at this point, Hannah Storm, backstage interviewer for APW former of Monday Night Meltdown enters the gym with a microphone in hand and a camera man behind her. She approaches the two second generation wrestlers. Krown sets the barbell down on the rack and sits up, grabbing his water bottle and taking a quick drink.
Hannah: “Gabriel Krown, this week you find yourself in the usual position of being in singles action against “the Scottish Sensation” Evan McDonald. Given Sang Réal’s recent string of loses, do you think you can turn it around and beat McDonald?”
Krown looks a little confused as he looks up at Hannah, who seems a bit put off by this.
Hannah: “Uh?”
Krown: “Wait, you still work here?”
Hannah: “Yes.”
Krown: “I thought they got rid of all the Meltdown people. What do they do, just bring them out for Supershows now?”
Hannah: “What does that have to do with your upcoming match with Evan McDonald?”
Krown: “Nothing. I am simply wondering why you are here.”
Hannah: “Because this is my job.”
Krown: “Which I did not know you still had. I mean I don’t recall Sienna Harrison hanging around, or her brother.”
Murphy: “No, she’s still here.”
The technician turns to his partner.
Krown: “Really? Does she still work here?”
Murphy shrugs.
Murphy: “I really don’t think so. I think it is more like she just won’t leave and people keep letting her inside the buildings. Personally I blame Young Mannie and Robina Hood because I know I’m not doing it.”
Krown: “That makes sense.”
Hannah: “Uh, Gabriel Krown? Can we get back to your match with Evan McDonald?”
Krown shifts position a bit for better face the former wrestler turned backstage interviewer.
Krown: “First of all, what is this “Scottish Sensation” nonsense? Pretty sure the only sensation here anyone is caring about is from Hong Kong. Second of all, what has Scotland done for any of us lately? Sure, they successfully cloned a sheep, first time in history, but no one really seems to care any more that some Scottish scientist got to fulfill a lifelong sex dream. Seriously, everyone was going on about cloning when it happened, and now no one gives a crap. It’s like virtual reality over a decade ago. At the time it was cool, but who the hell cares?”
Murphy: “Although 3-D movies are really starting to make a comeback.”
Krown: “Yeah, but those have sort of always been there.”
Murphy: “True.”
Krown: “And really, “the Scottish Sensation”? What’s that about? Of course he’s probably going to be. Scotland hasn’t done anything lately except Sean Connery, Brave, give Mel Gibson one of his last movie roles before he went completely insane and gave us a few Doctors, and that’s a role any British man can play. Matt Smith proves that. You don’t quit together a sac, stick some pipes in it and call it a musical instrument. That’s a kid’s art project, or someone got a hold of crazy glue. And hagus? How is something where you take the heart, lungs and liver of a sheep stuffed into its own stomach and boiled considered food? I mean what? You people couldn’t figure out how to get anything else in there?”
Murphy: “Isn’t that how a hot dog is made?”
Krown: “No one knows what’s in a hot dog. It is one of life’s great mysteries right along with what was the point of Lost. No one is lining up for fine, authentic Scottish cuisine.”
Murphy: “I don’t think there is such a thing as a Scottish restaurant outside of Scotland.”
Hannah: “But given your recent string of loses, do you think you can beat him?”
Krown: “Hannah, I am very confident that I can beat McDonald and send him back to his farm, ee eye ee eye oh, upon which he has a pig a cat, a chicken and a sheep and all manner of farm animals, all of which are, for some odd reason, noisy as hell.”
Murphy: “That’s Old McDonald. Wrong one.”
Krown: “Fine. At Sunday Night Asylum, I am going to smack Evan all the way back to McDonald Land, where he can cry about his loss to Grimace, Constable Big Mac, Mayor McCheese, and Birdie, all while trying to stop Hamburglar from taking food.”
Murphy: “Wrong one again.”
Krown: “What?”
Hannah: “Yeah, that was Ronald McDonald.”
Krown: “Whatever. I do not really care who Evan McDonald is. That is not really the point here. No, the point is that I am going to go to that ring and I am going to beat Evan McDonald this Sunday night here in Hawaii.”
Hannah: “And what about the fact that this Sunday, there will be a new General Manager named to Asylum?”
Krown: “What about it?”
Hannah: “Well you two were rather favoring Stephan Raab when he was General Manager.”
Murphy: “Hey, Raab is our kind of guy. He was educated, hardworking, well spoken, what wasn’t to like about him?”
Krown: “I can’t imagine President Jeff doing something like giving the job to Alexander Duvall, because I am pretty sure Jenny killed him. It won’t be Sienna Harrison. I mean really, after she tanked Monday Night Meltdown, giving her another show to run would just be a bad idea.”
Murphy: “That’s true. And really, she’d have to go through the whole process of finding a new favorite, and that sounds like a lot of work.”
Krown: “We really don’t care who gets to be Asylum’s new General Manager. There’ve been like three or four this past year alone. We stopped paying attention. We just walk in, see who goes into the office and leave it at that.”
Murphy: “It seems to work okay.”
Hannah: “So you really have no concern with who becomes General Manager?”
Krown: “My only concern this week, going into Meltdown, is to step into that ring and put Evan McDonald in his place. He may be a sensation in Scotland, but I am a second generation wrestler. I am a pureblood, born and bred wrestler, and since they day we came to Asylum we have been continually put in opportunities for chances at the APW Tag Team Championships. Now, granted, those have not worked in our favor, but I don’t see anyone giving Evan McDonald a chance to do something. I don’t really recall seeing or hearing Evan McDonald do anything other than talk.”
Murphy: “I don’t think he has.”
The backstage interviewer turns to Murphy.
Hannah: “And will you be interjecting yourself into the match?”
Murphy looks to be a bit shocked.
Murphy: “That is an unfair accusation. I will behave myself in the manner I always have.”
Hannah: “That hardly sounds reassuring for Krown’s opponent, Evan McDonald.”
Murphy: “We are not here to reassure him. We are here to prove we are wrestling royalty, the heirs to the legacies our fathers built for us. It’s just not going so well for us right now.”
Krown: “Now right now, we are not doing as well as we would like to be in proving that. We admit that. It is unfortunate. We want to fix that problem, and the best way I can think to do just that is to make Evan McDonald tap out. So, at Sunday Night Asylum, that is exactly what I am going to do. I am going to prove that blood and breeding can beat whatever the hell Evan McDonald has. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “And we are Sang Réal.”
Murphy: “And this interview is over.”
Hannah Storm looks a little surprised and seems about to argue, but thinks better of it. She turns to the cameraman.
Hannah: “There you have it, Gabriel Krown of Sang Réal versus “the Scottish Sensation” Evan McDonald live at Sunday Night Asylum from Hawaii.”
As Hannah leaves, Krown lies back down and returns to his work out. The scene fades out.
Among the “others” who have yet to get on that road to One Night in Hell are Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, the two second generation wrestlers known as Sang Réal. Since moving to Asylum they have had a string of bad luck with losses to the current APW Tag Team Champions Anthony Bailey and APW Tap Out Champion Jair Hopkins, also know as the Dying Breed, and Zachariah Blood and Sentinel of The Unforgiven at the Meltdown Supershow, which would have put them in line for a title opportunity, and a singles lose to then Suicidal Champion Kaylyn James Evans by Krown. The move from Monday Night Meltdown to Sunday Night Asylum has not been very lucky for them, not lucky at all.
Now, in Hawaii, Gabriel Krown will face Evan McDonald in an attempt to turn his fortune, and that of Sang Réal, around.
Gabriel Krown walks through the hotel room early in the morning, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top with towel over his shoulders and a water bottle in his hands. He has a towel over his shoulder and a water bottle in his hand as he moves through the hall. Stopping at a door, he knocks.
Krown: “Connor, you in there?”
He knocks again.
Krown: “Connor?”
Looking a bit concerned that his tag team partner is not answering the door, Krown tries the handle, finding it unlocked. Shrugging he enters the room.
It is a nice roof overlooking the pool and the cool, blue waters of the Pacific Ocean. Already people are out and hanging around the pool area or at the beach. The room is a nice light tan with a large bed, sofa and matching chair, coffee table, flat screen television and what looks like a bar and mini-fridge. Krown looks around. The door to the balcony is open, but the screen is closed.
Krown: “Connor? Are you in here?”
Murphy: “Jacuzzi.”
Krown: “What?”
Murphy: “I’m in the Jacuzzi.”
Krown follows the sound of his voice to the screen door and opens it, stepping onto the balcony. There he finds Connor Murphy inside a Jacuzzi big enough to four people. Murphy has his head leaned back, relaxing in water. His arms are behind him. Krown looks a little confused.
Krown: “You have a Jacuzzi?”
Murphy: “You don’t?”
Krown: “No.”
Murphy: “Huh. What do you have?”
Krown: “Pretty much the same room, just not a Jacuzzi.”
Murphy: “Huh.”
Krown: “You coming or what? I need to get a work out going today. I have that match with Evan McDonald at Asylum.”
Murphy: “Relax. Who has Evan really ever beaten?”
Krown: “Valid, but we have not had the best luck lately.”
Murphy: “Minor setbacks.”
Krown: “How do you call those loses minor setbacks?”
Murphy: “We can absolutely turn this around. We are still part of Action Packed Wrestling and there are only about five tag teams here. I am not all that worried. Concerned but not too worried.”
Krown: “Well we should still get going. I thought you would be ready.”
Murphy: “Just give me a minute.”
Krown: “Is that your swimsuit in your hand?”
Murphy shifts a bit, raising his arms a little. In his right hand is a black bathing suit with blue stripes down the side of the thigh. He reaches into the water. Two bikini clad women rise out of the Jacuzzi. They are both of Asian decent, with darkish skin and black hair and both are very pretty. One is about a C cup with shoulder length dark hair, wearing a dark blue bikini. The other has a smaller chest, maybe B, with short neck length hair and is wearing a red bikini.
Murphy: “Thanks ladies. Call you later.”
The two girls get out of the Jacuzzi, grabbing towels and walking out of the hotel room. Murphy slips the swimsuit into the water and puts it on. Krown looks a bit more surprised than upset or anything else, like he is used to this, but this one was somehow new or different.
Krown: “Really?”
Murphy: “What? When I come to Hawaii and get laid, I actually get laid. I don’t need a flower necklace. Besides, Asians is a family taste. The Murphy family has been into Asian chicks long before we even knew there was an Asia.”
Krown: “That’s fair. Still, why two girls?”
Murphy: “Why not?”
The second generation brawler and self-proclaimed “lady’s man” steps out of the water and grabs a towel. He steps into the bathroom.
Krown: “Now what?”
Murphy: “Shower.”
Krown: “Killing me here. You're supposed to be the responsible one, not me.”
After about forty-five minutes, after Murphy had taken a shower, thrown on a pair of gym shorts and an APW logo t-shirt, grabbed an apple, grabbed a towel and threw it over his shoulder, grabbed a bottle of water and picked up a stop watch, which he then draped over his neck, the two second generation wrestlers were the elevator.
Krown: “How do you keep doing that?”
Murphy: “Trade secret.”
Krown: “Are they prostitutes?”
Murphy turns to Krown, looking a little offended by that accusation.
Murphy: “No. If you are going to get two girls and one has to be a prostitute, you do that in Vegas. You want a professional there.”
Krown: “I need to get a work out in.”
Murphy: “I know. I got mine in last night, and part of this morning.”
The technical half of Sang Réal shakes his head.
Krown: “Only you would consider sleeping with two women a work out.”
Murphy: “It is. And I did not sleep with them. I was up all night.”
Krown: “I didn’t need to know that.”
After arriving on the ground floor, the two men head towards the gym. This hotel has a quality gym, with treadmills, weights, exercise bikes and other such amenities. Krown stretches for a few moments and then starts out with the exercise bike. As he does this, Murphy pulls the stop watch off from around his neck and starts it.
Twenty minutes later, Murphy clicks the watch.
Murphy: “Time.”
Krown steps off the bike and heads to a barbell set. He lies back on the table with Murphy spotting him. Grabbing the weight, the second generation technical wrestler begins to lift. Murphy places his hands on the barbell to spot him.
It is at this point, Hannah Storm, backstage interviewer for APW former of Monday Night Meltdown enters the gym with a microphone in hand and a camera man behind her. She approaches the two second generation wrestlers. Krown sets the barbell down on the rack and sits up, grabbing his water bottle and taking a quick drink.
Hannah: “Gabriel Krown, this week you find yourself in the usual position of being in singles action against “the Scottish Sensation” Evan McDonald. Given Sang Réal’s recent string of loses, do you think you can turn it around and beat McDonald?”
Krown looks a little confused as he looks up at Hannah, who seems a bit put off by this.
Hannah: “Uh?”
Krown: “Wait, you still work here?”
Hannah: “Yes.”
Krown: “I thought they got rid of all the Meltdown people. What do they do, just bring them out for Supershows now?”
Hannah: “What does that have to do with your upcoming match with Evan McDonald?”
Krown: “Nothing. I am simply wondering why you are here.”
Hannah: “Because this is my job.”
Krown: “Which I did not know you still had. I mean I don’t recall Sienna Harrison hanging around, or her brother.”
Murphy: “No, she’s still here.”
The technician turns to his partner.
Krown: “Really? Does she still work here?”
Murphy shrugs.
Murphy: “I really don’t think so. I think it is more like she just won’t leave and people keep letting her inside the buildings. Personally I blame Young Mannie and Robina Hood because I know I’m not doing it.”
Krown: “That makes sense.”
Hannah: “Uh, Gabriel Krown? Can we get back to your match with Evan McDonald?”
Krown shifts position a bit for better face the former wrestler turned backstage interviewer.
Krown: “First of all, what is this “Scottish Sensation” nonsense? Pretty sure the only sensation here anyone is caring about is from Hong Kong. Second of all, what has Scotland done for any of us lately? Sure, they successfully cloned a sheep, first time in history, but no one really seems to care any more that some Scottish scientist got to fulfill a lifelong sex dream. Seriously, everyone was going on about cloning when it happened, and now no one gives a crap. It’s like virtual reality over a decade ago. At the time it was cool, but who the hell cares?”
Murphy: “Although 3-D movies are really starting to make a comeback.”
Krown: “Yeah, but those have sort of always been there.”
Murphy: “True.”
Krown: “And really, “the Scottish Sensation”? What’s that about? Of course he’s probably going to be. Scotland hasn’t done anything lately except Sean Connery, Brave, give Mel Gibson one of his last movie roles before he went completely insane and gave us a few Doctors, and that’s a role any British man can play. Matt Smith proves that. You don’t quit together a sac, stick some pipes in it and call it a musical instrument. That’s a kid’s art project, or someone got a hold of crazy glue. And hagus? How is something where you take the heart, lungs and liver of a sheep stuffed into its own stomach and boiled considered food? I mean what? You people couldn’t figure out how to get anything else in there?”
Murphy: “Isn’t that how a hot dog is made?”
Krown: “No one knows what’s in a hot dog. It is one of life’s great mysteries right along with what was the point of Lost. No one is lining up for fine, authentic Scottish cuisine.”
Murphy: “I don’t think there is such a thing as a Scottish restaurant outside of Scotland.”
Hannah: “But given your recent string of loses, do you think you can beat him?”
Krown: “Hannah, I am very confident that I can beat McDonald and send him back to his farm, ee eye ee eye oh, upon which he has a pig a cat, a chicken and a sheep and all manner of farm animals, all of which are, for some odd reason, noisy as hell.”
Murphy: “That’s Old McDonald. Wrong one.”
Krown: “Fine. At Sunday Night Asylum, I am going to smack Evan all the way back to McDonald Land, where he can cry about his loss to Grimace, Constable Big Mac, Mayor McCheese, and Birdie, all while trying to stop Hamburglar from taking food.”
Murphy: “Wrong one again.”
Krown: “What?”
Hannah: “Yeah, that was Ronald McDonald.”
Krown: “Whatever. I do not really care who Evan McDonald is. That is not really the point here. No, the point is that I am going to go to that ring and I am going to beat Evan McDonald this Sunday night here in Hawaii.”
Hannah: “And what about the fact that this Sunday, there will be a new General Manager named to Asylum?”
Krown: “What about it?”
Hannah: “Well you two were rather favoring Stephan Raab when he was General Manager.”
Murphy: “Hey, Raab is our kind of guy. He was educated, hardworking, well spoken, what wasn’t to like about him?”
Krown: “I can’t imagine President Jeff doing something like giving the job to Alexander Duvall, because I am pretty sure Jenny killed him. It won’t be Sienna Harrison. I mean really, after she tanked Monday Night Meltdown, giving her another show to run would just be a bad idea.”
Murphy: “That’s true. And really, she’d have to go through the whole process of finding a new favorite, and that sounds like a lot of work.”
Krown: “We really don’t care who gets to be Asylum’s new General Manager. There’ve been like three or four this past year alone. We stopped paying attention. We just walk in, see who goes into the office and leave it at that.”
Murphy: “It seems to work okay.”
Hannah: “So you really have no concern with who becomes General Manager?”
Krown: “My only concern this week, going into Meltdown, is to step into that ring and put Evan McDonald in his place. He may be a sensation in Scotland, but I am a second generation wrestler. I am a pureblood, born and bred wrestler, and since they day we came to Asylum we have been continually put in opportunities for chances at the APW Tag Team Championships. Now, granted, those have not worked in our favor, but I don’t see anyone giving Evan McDonald a chance to do something. I don’t really recall seeing or hearing Evan McDonald do anything other than talk.”
Murphy: “I don’t think he has.”
The backstage interviewer turns to Murphy.
Hannah: “And will you be interjecting yourself into the match?”
Murphy looks to be a bit shocked.
Murphy: “That is an unfair accusation. I will behave myself in the manner I always have.”
Hannah: “That hardly sounds reassuring for Krown’s opponent, Evan McDonald.”
Murphy: “We are not here to reassure him. We are here to prove we are wrestling royalty, the heirs to the legacies our fathers built for us. It’s just not going so well for us right now.”
Krown: “Now right now, we are not doing as well as we would like to be in proving that. We admit that. It is unfortunate. We want to fix that problem, and the best way I can think to do just that is to make Evan McDonald tap out. So, at Sunday Night Asylum, that is exactly what I am going to do. I am going to prove that blood and breeding can beat whatever the hell Evan McDonald has. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “And we are Sang Réal.”
Murphy: “And this interview is over.”
Hannah Storm looks a little surprised and seems about to argue, but thinks better of it. She turns to the cameraman.
Hannah: “There you have it, Gabriel Krown of Sang Réal versus “the Scottish Sensation” Evan McDonald live at Sunday Night Asylum from Hawaii.”
As Hannah leaves, Krown lies back down and returns to his work out. The scene fades out.
