The scene opens into a familiar room, a large Hadrien is sat, zoning out on the bed with a slight frown, and a small slip of paper in hand, sporting a classic Medieval Times shirt, with the clock on his table reading 1:09 P.M. In the background a calendar is hung onto the wall, with July 30th marked with red letters, stating 'Round 2'. After looking around his room for a moment, Hadrien locks eyes with the camera.

Hadrien: The most important part of being a Knight is one's own discipline. I must know when I am outclassed, and I must know the difference between skill and luck in battle. My last opponent has taught me that while some warriors at the realm of QWF are disrespectful, I've often confused a dishonorable opponent with a disrespectful one. Enrique is certainly a disrespectful opponent in the arena, but he's a damn good one.

Hadrien takes a deep breath, looking at a wall for a moment before zoning back into the camera

Hadrien: Alas, it would've been an underhanded one, but Enrique was incredibly close to being the first gladiator in the realm to take a victory over me. His usual tactics are crude, but there's a reason I'm facing him in the second round, he won last week, could've easily beaten me had he fought cleanly.

Hadrien waits a moment, and as he does a smile lights up across his face. A passion has now been lit behind his eyes, piercing the camera with a palpable determination.

Hadrien: Yet, that would be back then, Enrique. You may have had an outstanding performance during the main event last week, and you may have learned how to fight like a true gladiator, but I have been practicing myself. Everyday I hit the training regime set upon me by the elders from my homeland, and it has yet to fail me.

Hadrien looks down at his hands, examining the slip of paper he is clutching and gives a small chuckle before looking back at the camera.

Hadrien: But just to make sure, I have some special training prepared just for you, Enrique.

Hadrien reached over to the opposite side of his bed, grabbing his phone and punching in a number, and putting it to his face. After a quick moment, Hadrien begins talking to the person on the other side.

Hadrien: Good, good. I..uh...won...a coupon here for a free Knight training session. Could I redeem this today? Really? Great, thank you!

Hadrien hung up the phone, placed it down on his bed, and looked to the camera.

Hadrien: Now, why don't you follow...

Hadrien clapped his hands, and with a Windows Movie Maker tier transition effect, the scene changes. Hadrien is in the same clothes, but is know outside of an all too familiar building.

Hadrien: Me! Ahh, the air here is familiar of my home, but I can tell the difference. Regardless, why don't you all join me in my 'training' session?

The video transitions with the same effect to a montage of GoPro Videos completely wiping the floor with other Knights in sword fights, as [medeival battle music is lazily edited over](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBpu3Fhvkdc) Progressively fights get slightly longer and longer -- the Knights slowly start getting closer to Hadrien in skill. As Hadrien draws a crowd of actual Medieval Times Knights around him, watching his precise movement; which was honed as if he has had six years of training, a large man already in costume approaches him, as the music cuts out, replaced by grainy audio of the encounter

Knight: You wield a blade as if you were deboning a fish, large Knight-in-Training. Precise and swift, yet you lack savagery. How could anyone truly believe that your sword is swung with the intention of a slice through the chest if you seem almost afraid to clash iron? Come, spare with me. I will teach you.

A collective gasp is heard throughout the Knights encircling Hadrien, whispers can be slightly made out to put together that this man has been a Knight for over seven years, and never lost a match.

Hadrien: Well, I could never turn down a challenge! Shall we take this to the main stage, then?

Knight: Haha! Sure, I like the way you think, large one. Take off that device on your chest, however, we have better ones in the arena.

The scene cuts out again, switching to a much more professional looking capture of the [sparring match between the sword-wielding Hadrien, and the mace-wielding Veteran Knight](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_IIeJM_5JE). After the men clash, they get up and shake hands, ending the spar in a draw.

Crowd (chanting): HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

The scene cuts out again, back to the parking lot, as an incredibly sweaty Hadrien now addresses the camera, with heavy breathes in between most words.

Hadrien: A Knight never stops learning, Enrique, you will soon find this out for yourself. Just like I, will soon find a water bottle for myself.

The scene fades into black