The Unwelcome party

It had been a couple weeks since Nía signed with the organization, but so far, she wasn't having much luck getting a match going. Her debut had taken quite some time to brew up, and she was getting somewhat impatient. She lacked a manager to look out for her, so there was that, but how would she get one without the initial exposure?

Truth be told, Nía lacked the charm of an idol that the crowds love so much. The higher ups didn't see much potential in her in terms of building up a fanbase and banking on it. Nía knew all this, and would use the punching bag at the organization's gym often to vent out, a place where she just could detach from reality and unleash her growing frustration.

"Damn it", she would mutter as she gave the punching sack one last hook, picking up her towel and wiping off the sweat from her forehead before hanging it on her shoulder, making her way towards her designated locker room to pick up her stuff, preparing to get a well-deserved shower.

Nía released a long sigh as she opened up the metallic door, doing a small circle motion with her head and a couple shoulder stretches to relax her body before starting to remove her training gloves. She always had been an active girl that naturally stayed in shape, but for the past, she had been training really hard to stay in perfect condition for when she finally got her chance. She closed her eyes and focused her mind, repeating a mantra in her head to maintain motivation and keep going, despite her current circumstances. However, her little meditation was cut down from the root as she felt an abrupt contact on her shoulder which knocked her a step to the side. Nía frowned, knowing that was definitely not a casual accident, full of intention instead. The intention to mess with her. The Uruguayan beauty turned around and faced her aggressor, noticing the bratty redhead in front of her.

"Excuse me?", Nía said as she crossed her arms under her chest, locking her eyes on the woman's face in front of her. "Who are you calling a trainer?" the brunette continued, clearly not a pushover as she confronted the redheaded woman, not only with her words, but with her body language as well.

"Tchk..." Nía would let out with a slight frustration. She tried to look confident and remained stoic, but she knew there was some truth in the other woman's words. She was not an idol. She didn't have much going on for her to atract new fans. However, that was not enough of a reason for her to be such a bitch as she was being to her. "What's your point, huh?" Nía raised her chin just slightly for some more aggressive body language. "If you got a problem with me, just say it already. You're being a bitch with someone you just met, but I'm not going to have any of that" the brunette continued, unfolding her arms and clenching her right hand into a tight fist, leaning her head forward to assert her position.