Orion cracked his knuckles as he strolled into an impressively resourced gymnasium. Free weights heavy enough to strain even the Saiyan's muscles lined a wall. Free benches and squat racks beckoned him to lift, while a range of fitness machines and treadmills dotted the room. A pleasant air-conditioned breeze wafted over him and ruffled his hair. Karl Jak was going all out on the finale, huh?
The senzu bean he had just eaten had fully restored his stamina and health, to the point where he needed to release some energy. With a flourish of his hand he whipped off his robe and tucked it over his elbow, heading to the free weights. Selecting two unweighted dumbbell bars, he set them on the floor and checked what weight plates were available to him. He didn't want to overdo it so close to a death tournament, so he decided on 300 kilograms per dumbbell. He racked them up, tossed his robe onto the floor, and lifted his weights from the ground.
Orion was the only one in the gym as he bicep curled the 300 kilogram weights in each hand. Perhaps he hoped a contestant would walk in, see him, and lose confidence in themselves at just how easily he pumped the burdens in his arms. A little vain and boastful, in a passive-aggressive sort of way, but head games were part and parcel of such tournaments. If this was truly Karl Jak's last hurrah, who knows what sort of powerful fighters would be drawn here? Maybe warriors who had never entered before, who had seen such trivial flaunting of strength and lives a waste, would enter for the final curtain call. The very thought sent shivers down Orion's neck. Though he had no shortage of strong foes of late, an unfettered test of skill aroused the excitement and battle-lust inherent in all Saiyans.
With a satisfying burn in his muscles, Orion placed the weights down and sourced a water bottle from a nearby glass-door fridge. Taking a gulp, he surveyed the empty gymnasium, indulging in the last few moments of peace and quiet he was likely to have.