SuMa is a bum

(Our scene begins at the local performance center in the Neutral Territories, focusing in on a sectioned off area of the facility for training. In the midst of an intensive session inside the squared circle, Coach Hank is seen with a headcount of eight different students standing in front of him. Hank is standing in front of them in his sparring gear and is currently holding a book in his hand, reading it carefully while his several wrestling-ready students watch on with curiosity.)

Coach Hank: “Supreme Machine” a hell of a combination of words. I might not be some pencil pusher in a cubicle or some A plus scholar, but I can read out the definition of those words.

(Hank circles around his students, looking them up and down between glances at his book.)

Coach Hank: Supreme….meaning superior to all others.

(Hank points at two of his students and silently gestures for both of them to charge him at once. They’re hesitant at the challenge at first, but one look from Hank is enough to make them scramble for their courage and come running out of the pack. They go full speed ahead at the Dominion Hybrid Champion, getting met with a rude awakening immediately. The first trainee’s punch is caught as Hank intercepts him with a shot to the face of his own -- using his elbow while still keeping the book in his hand. Hank keeps ahold of his arm and swings him into his incoming partner, knocking down both of them. Hank hip tosses one of them out, and then performs a clothesline over the ropes to take out the other! Back to reading he goes.)

Coach Hank: A machine…...designed with the purpose to complete its designated task with ease. Efficient and well organized. Performs in a manner that the average man can not. By that definition, I am a machine. A wrestling machine.

(Hank looks at his students with a stern gaze. The boys all look to each other, knowing what is soon to come.)

Coach Hank: Have at me, boys.

(Like a group of raging bulls, the whole group takes off to try and defeat their teacher! Hank’s got a lariat for one and a spinning right hand for the other! The third man tries to get behind him and takes a judo throw for his troubles - landing right on top of the fourth! One handed backbody drop to the fifth man! And with the sixth man creeping up on him, Hank turns and locks eyes on him.)

Coach Hank: Come on. Best shot.

(The trainee grabs Hank by the skull and delivers a VICIOUS headbutt…..which makes him buckle his knees and drop onto his back, Hank is standing firm on the mat, completely unfazed by the offense his student hurt himself with. The book is still in his hands.)

Coach Hank: I was built to be a fighter in this great sport. Hands made of stone. Body weathered by war. Mind as sharp as iron. Every move I make in that ring is done with purpose. With meaning and power behind it. I spend twenty four hours, seven days a week eating and sleeping this business, figuring out ways to improve myself, putting together new methods of inflicting pain on these sorry ass newcomers trying to traipse into the game and get a quick drop of clout. I have been shaping young minds and elevating America’s longest tradition for going on forty years of my life. I am the best damn man to have laced up a pair of boots in this current day. See me in that ring against a man half my age and with apparently double my strength and I will humble them quicker than a hiccup. There’s a reason why I’m constantly on the marquee despite not being one of these flashy, “exciting” types. I AM the supreme talent here at Wrestleworld. I don’t know who this SuMa guy thinks he is, running around in his dirty dress shirt and that jockstrap on his face trying to play wrestle, but he's no threat to me. He ain't going to impede on my domain. A couple of fluke losses got these kids feeling comfortable. I've looked up at the lights a few times in recent weeks, yeah. Even the best machine has it's errors. But nine times out of ten, a good one delivers. The blueprint for me ain't broken; I will perform my task this Saturday. And you SuMa? You get sent back to the factory for some extra work. Believe it.