Andrew was actually preparing himself for the match that he was about to have with someone that he did not know further more than a simple number in his books, the television was on as he was making push-ups but as soon as he heard The House's theme, he quickly stopped to sit down on the bench and glance at the television with a huge focus as he glanced to the transpiring events, glancing down to the floor while holding his hands together after he saw Shanahan receive that huge Crown Breaker, a technique that Styles had suffered himself in the past when he was more of a fan person than a hateful and bitter cold person.


His hands were clenched tight as he glanced to the television for the whole opening act, his match was not up but surely this would change his perspective, a target to take out and a ghost to exorcise from his past grudges. But he just could not move from the bench right now, in his head, he was feeling a bit sorry for what he had done to Shanahan after that huge punch. He actually lowered his head from the television and just sat there on the bench, thinking a bit before he spoke lowly, glancing to the camera that was focused on his locker room.

"I'll avenge you."

After he said that, he turned away and threw a small rock on the camera lens, making it break as the camera man backed away and closed the door, the True Crimson leaning back on the bench, mainly having the wall to support the back of the wrestler, his eyes focused on the screen, teeth gritted, blood boiling, hands clenched, mind unsettled but nothing he could do to help Matt out which made his own level stoop down by two notches, this was simply the reaction behind the screen. Now he had to focus on his match for tonight, whoever it would be as he promptly rose up and started training again, stretching and jumping as to avoid cramps and such muscular disorders.