Tiki Lowell
The first type were the desperate ones. Clinging to their career as an entertainer by any means necessary, and trying to engage the public and attract attention more than they could as idols by becoming wrestlers. Many of those types accepted that they'd be jobbers and didn't even bother to train. But even those that did were usually still already putting their everything into their idol practice, trying to get good enough to be able to not need wrestling anymore. Wrestling training was only ever an afterthought.
Then there were the types whose careers had absolutely no need to try fishing for a shot in the arm by becoming a wrestler. The ones who did it because it was "trendy," or because it "seemed fun." The ones who treated wrestling like a game and quit playing the moment they realized that it actually hurt. Tiki had never sought out or chosen to listen to a pop idol genre song in her life, yet she could recognize and name at least three of Ai's songs upon hearing them, and also recognized the idol's face walking through the doors of the gym from halfway across the building because of the sheer volume of public exposure that this woman got as an idol. Ai-chan was undoubtedly the second type of idol wrestler.
The pay, while well beyond what Tiki would normally charge a more standard wrestler who maybe had an agent backing them up as opposed to a celebrity with an entire agency, wasn't what had gotten the veteran here in this gym today. When Tiki expressed her concerns about idol wrestlers, the man had sworn up, down, and across his heart that Ai was seriously committed to this. That she had turned down and put off other work so that she could devote herself to wrestling as much as she could.
Tiki hadn't been able to meet Ai to get a read on the idol directly, but she been convinced enough of her enthusiasm by her manager to agree to at least do a first session. But Tiki also hadn't left without telling him that there were no refunds if Ai decided to change her mind after she got put in a hold or two. So here Tiki was, skeptical, but willing to try as her new student came into talking distance. And hey, even if this went as badly as it feasibly could, she was still pocketing enough money off of this for it to be worth her time. "Well if you're anybody other than my new student, I think I need my eyes checked," she said. "Pleasure to meet you Ai. I'm Tiki Lowell, your wrestling instructor."