The scene opens, in what would look like your average, almost every day gym. It was normally small, but big enough to get the job done, whenever it was needed. In the far off corner, a smacking sound could be heard, echoing throughout the small surroundings. In the far corner of the room, a large punching bag could be seen, hit hard, and bounces off the side of the wall, seeing a fist slam into the side, Cade. His face, shown a slight blind side of anger, a small smirk on his face, when he brought the fist back once more, and slammed it hard, making the bag wiggle around to side, to side. He turned to the side, and begun to walk towards the other direction, like he was going somewhere else, but turned sharply, pivoted on his heel, and slightly lowered his body down, and gave the bag a hard uppercut, sending the bag broken from the string, and onto the ground with a hard, and loud thud. ”And that’s how it happens. You don’t exactly see it coming, until it comes. Then, if you don’t know it, you’ll never know it at all.”

Smirking, he brings his fist back to his side, and gives the bag a strong enough kick, to scoot it away, and walks over to the water machine, and grabs a small cup, and fills it maybe half-way, and turns it up, downing all that was in it. ”Training is coming along better than planned. My level has grown a level better than what it has been. Just a few moments ago, I finished watching Cabalar’s promo.” Stepping aside briefly, he walks back over to the bag, and looks at the material, that was laying down apon the mat, he smirks somewhat, and paces around slowly, swinging his arms in tightly, closed fists. ”He doesn’t impress me still, just something about his character. He doesn’t look like much of an assassin to me, he looks more like a cupcake. And as for his jobber team, they don’t have enough experience to even have the slightest chance, against us.”

Shook his head briefly, and walks away from the bag, leaving it into the downed position, and now approaches the bench press, looking over it for a minute or so roughly, he grinds his hands together, and places a but of weight on the bar, and steps back, looking over it with a small nod, he sits on the edge of the bench, and rolls his head, over to the extreme right, emitting a small cracking sound. ”He is after Logan, that’s his life story. And well, maybe for that case, I may be after Mike C, but he brought his friend Joey B along for the trip, so he might actually get to see a real man in the ring for once, because I don’t think he’ll get much of that from his own corner.”