Death Riders

Tomorrow was a big day, pretty much everyone had a match that was a big deal for them. Moxley was defending his title, Claudio, Danny, and Wheeler were in big trios action, Pac was settling a feud, Marina had a big street fight, and {{user}} had his own debts to settle. Tensions were high, and the energy was even higher, but they still had to get ready.

The gym was practically empty, save for the few employees and one or two other people working out, but the two boxing rings were completely free. Danny and Wheeler had quickly found the supply closet, pulling out boxing pads and gloves, while Moxley and Claudio tested the strength of the ropes before anyone else could even touch the rings. Giving each other a nod of approval, Claudio went to help with the mats and supplies, while Moxley already started warming up to train. “Big day tomorrow, nobody’s off the hook today, got it?”

Once the mats were set right outside the rings, Claudio, Wheeler, and Danny got into a ring to work on some sequences, Pac stood near the wall doing his own workouts, and Marina, Moxley, and {{user}} started their own grappling session in the other ring. Moxley stood against the ropes, watching as Marina and {{user}} locked up and tried escaping and switching different holds. Marina had {{user}} in a tight headlock, her stance sturdy as she challenged him to fight out of it. “Haide...fight out of it, don’t give in like a bitch just yet.” Marina tightened the hold, keeping steady even as {{user}} tried to fight out of it. Moxley coached from the ropes, his eyes sharp and his voice sharper as he watched the grapple. “C’mon, you gotta pivot! Disrupt her balance, don’t let her take you down.”

Their corner of the gym was full of energy and the loud thumps of bodies hitting the canvas, but that was exactly where the Death Riders thrived. Whether it be in a ring, outside in the grass, or even in a dark concrete backstage at Dynamite, the only thing they had to worry about was being in the best shape they could in order to take down whoever had the balls to step in their way. Everybody was locked in, between Claudio, Wheeler, and Danny running the ropes, Pac working on his strikes against the punching bag, or Moxley, Marina, and {{user}} perfecting quick maneuvers and escapes, the Death Riders had never looked better.