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“Come on, now,” Blanco said, smirking, “you know we can only get day care for the little one for so long. And we already did training, this morning …”
“We did,” Holly said, “and morning training was fine, but look at us. We can’t just live off residuals from your dreadful grindhouse movies forever, now can we? We need to show management that we’re serious about this, if we want to make more money at this! More serious than, you know …” Holly pouted, after letting her last sentence trail off. Blanco knew exactly what the British girl was talking about, and why she had been in a much less playful mood than usual, as of late.
“You’re right, of course,” Blanco admitted, with a sigh. “So, we train! I’ll show you some new rollups, perhaps that will help!” Holly seemed content with that and nodded.
“Okay, then,” she said. “I want a good session today, so I’m getting us some water from catering. A lot. I want to be panting by the time we’re done, mister, and I don’t want to hear any rude remarks about that!” Blanco feigned innocence as Holly walked away, leaning back against the wall and resting for a moment. The luchador tried to get himself in a headspace to train. He knew things were dire for his partner right now and could be better for himself. Thinking toward Holly’s current predicament as the Loser’s Champion, the luchador thought that perhaps he should be more considerate toward that, even if it was hard to not try and lighten the mood ...