Well, the only alternative is to actually beat someone! Or maybe wear down Handa enough that he stops making that stipulation. It's tough love, either way, he's sure of it! And that's what makes Mr. Handa such a swell fella. Still, he'd like to actually impress him sometime. That'd be a refreshing change of pace! So the intrepid Blaise Cameron is on the hunt!
Today's gym seems nothing special. A few people he's passed in other rooms are doing their own thing in little cliques. It'd be rude to just demand a match from them. Besides that, there's a solid chance they're not wrestlers. He'd look just plain silly if they weren't. So he's having to be cautious and deliberate about his approach! And that approach has, at this point, brought him to the largest room in the facility. It has some punching bags hanging around, but its primary attraction is the wrestling ring commanding the mainstay of real-estate.
The teen exhales a soft sigh and makes his way to the edge of the ring before hopping up onto the apron. He pivots and rolls backwards over the top rope to land on the mat, simply for the sake of feeling the gravitas of the ring itself underfoot again. Plus, he's being a tad sneaky. Maybe someone will see him in the squared circle by himself and get curious enough to challenge him. Take the guesswork right out!
Oh!
To seal the proper visual, he takes ahold of his gray hoodie and tugs it up and over his head to toss out of the ring. This leaves his trim upper-body bare, wearing only a pair of navy blue shorts and white sneakers.
Blaise
