Fracture sees Spirited7 working himself up into a stress while running on the treadmill.
Fracture: Phew, that guy is one loss away from giving himself an embalism.
Fracture: Yeah and I know just the guy who could give it to him.
Fracture: He just need to take a time out, get out and smell the flowers. Trying to kill himself training day in, day out. Its not healthy.
Fracture: Leaving's whats not healthy for him, at least here he could work off that gut, the tubby SOB. When he left and walked past that window I thought there was an eclipse!
Other wrestlers in the gym start giving Fracture odd looks as he continues to argue with himself.
Fracture: Enough of that. I think I'll see if he wants to get out of here, go to a bar, really let go.
Fracture: *quietly* Beer bottles, pool cues, ooh smashable neon signs, tankards...
Fracture: Yeah. Lets see if we can de-stress.
Fracture wipes off the sweat and walks off after Spirited7.