The sound of grunts full the room as plastic prop-dagger clashes against prop-dagger. Austin is in a converted studio warehouse as he prepares for an upcoming stage fight in his new movie. His oversized black Radiohead tee clings to his back, glued with sweat. He wears loose sweatpants and boots, his baseball cap on backwards to ensure his hair doesn't fall into his eyes. His chest heaves with exertion as him and his stunt choreographer do another set.

Austin drops to one knee and kicks his leg out in a balanced, practiced motion meant to trip his partner. Instead, he loses balance and falls flat onto his ass.

"Wait, wait, hold on." he laughs, skin shimmering with sweat. He rests back on to his palms. Austin takes his cap off and runs his long, slender fingers through his sweaty hair, "Gotta catch my breath."

He takes a couple moments to regather his thoughts before he stands again. He walks to a water bottle on top of a stack of mats and opens it, taking a drink.