As bustling and eventful as things have been in an out of LAW, one of the lesser-used facilities experienced a downswing in frequency. On LAW salary, most wrestlers didn't bother with the catering. Not when they could go out and feast in any of the many fine-dining options neighboring a LAW facility - usually for a discount if the restaurant staff were fans. The only wrestlers, male or female, who frequently came by the mess hall were the ones that really wanted to be alone. And it was easy enough, what with maybe 5 or 6 wrestlers there this afternoon in a vast mess hall roughly the size of a gymnasium.
Among them was Brianna Mendez, sitting in a far off corner. She hadn't seen much action after her first match. Management seemed to be avoiding her - other wrestlers as well. She spent another afternoon wondering if one the suits in the back or one of the other girls in the room would track her down to admonish her for collecting a LAW paycheck without really doing anything. Not that Mendez was slacking intentionally. If you're not booked for matches then you're not booked for matches. Not much to be done about that.
As the heavyset heavyweight sat at the lunch table alone, picking at her meal with an annoyed expression on her face, mulling over feelings of frustration in her mind and wishing she had someone to vent to, one of the staffpersons passed by and left a flyer on the table. As Brianna reached for it, they ran away, much to her annoyance. But rather than spend time being upset about that, she found her attention drawn to what was written on the flyer. Today there was an event in the mess hall. To try and attract more wrestlers in the company to congregate there, the staff invited women to wrestle backstage in this very room for a more than modest prize! Winner gets the option of having catering food delivered to their place residence for free, for as long as they stay with the company!
"For free?! Huh, well it's definitely nice. Beats having to come down to this dump and see all these hopeless expressions on people's faces...." She noted, observing that despite the staff's attempts to make things more lively, no one else showed. And the few wrestlers who were there didn't seem particularly crazy about participating. They were all smaller weight classes. Bri hadn't given it a second thought. The Hispanic heavyweight placed both hands on the table. She got up and hailed a waiter with one hand while holding the flyer in the other.
"Hey! Hey you! I'm interested." She shouted to the waitress, who stopped and tried to look away.
"Is something wrong? I can't compete for the free delivery food?" Mendez asked while crossing her arms.
"No ma'am. You can. It's just that...well...since you came, all the other entrants have pulled out..."
"So then I win, right?"
"Well not exactly. I meant to say all the other entrants except Julia Hiroshi."

