Gail's Training Attempt (open)

Gail was pissed. She had fumed for a full week after losing her first two matches, one to that dumb janitor Nick-something and the other to that daddy's girl Lucy Whatsherface. She had almost got back into a good mood when she saw on a TV screen a name. "Lia Harrison"

No way that was HER Lia, was it. That useless bitch who was somehow related to her would never have what it takes to come here. She watched the whole match and was satisfied to see Lia destroyed by this other girl, Aries or whatever. Still, she was going to freaking kick Lia's ass for even daring to follow her here. And maybe get revenge on both Nick-o-lugless and Lucy.

So she was at the gym, in a less flashy outfit than she normally wore, but certainly still out of place for a gym. A purple T-shirt, a pair of navy shorts with purple stockings was what she deemed acceptable. She had never actually trained seriously before, outside of the minimal coaching that was mandatory for a wrestler here. She streched just a little bit and glanced around, seeing a lot of high end training equipment and moved to look at them, not sure what these contraptions were for. She'd much rather find someone else though, beating the inferior always gave the happiest of feelings.