Texas Two-Step Training Program

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Alba Garcia walked into the gym and stared ahead before heaving a big sigh and hanging her head. Dressed in a two piece, white workout outfit, she was ready to try to get better. Again. At what? Basically everything. She had been well-regarded as the least talented member of the LAW roster, and her match library showed off as much. She tried not to look at the comments on social media, but they all seemed to echo their opinions on her talent and her spot on the roster in unison: Alba Garcia just sucked.

It wasn't for lack of trying though. The shy dancer was just not able to connect it all together, and every day she went into her training thinking she was learning something new, but ending up failing in practice, and learning she actually didn't know nearly as much as she thought she might. Alba as about to start again in the gym. Some girls would whisper and laugh at her behind her back, and she ignored them as best she could, but today she thought maybe she could just practice striking. Striking is easy. Striking is basic and necessary. If she could just improve that, the rest should start falling in place.

Taking a deep breath, the Spanish girl found a punching bag and prepared herself before starting to throw punches towards it. Punches, being a very generous way to phrase it. After a few, Alba let out a loud whine and held onto her hand, shaking it out as she pouted at the bag. "Stupid..." She then threw another harder punch at it, the form completely sloppy as she staggered back, whining loudly. Then, she threw a side kick at it, lost her footing, and then fell back onto her behind. She heard some snickering and outright laughs, and Alba Garcia just hung her head, ashamed. It was going to be one of those days for her.

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It had been a good while since Allison had been to the gym. Not that she was getting lazy or anything it was just that between matches, various photo shoots she’s been invited to and the rare bout of free time. The cowgirl has just never been able to do so, until now that is. So clad not in her regular attire but a blue pair of shorts and matching sports bra, the cowgirl made her way into the gym and began her workout.

However it wasn’t that far into it that she began to notice a commotion not too far away from her. Raising her eyebrow at the noise, the blonde turned her head and looked to see what it was. And when she did her expression had turned much more neutral before she stood up and began to walk her way over to its source. Being doubly sure to give a glare a those who thought the whole situation was funny. The muffled snickers were quick to die down after that.

With that done, she then focused on the train wreck that was happening in front of her. As the smaller tanned girl wailed on the punching bag with both anger and an awful form. The girl was clearly down on her luck and Allison couldn’t help but feel that she needed to lend the poor girl a hand. ”Spread your feet out wider Darlin. You might as well get pushed over by the wind with that stance. And don’t just swing wildly either, calm down take a breath a give the bag a nice clean punch. This isn’t a race, so no need to rush.”

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Alba Garcia was almost ready to walk right out of the gym right then. It just didn't feel like a productive day, and she hated when she gathered any sort of attention at the gym like this. The dancer would then push herself off the ground, trying to collect herself so that she could try again, when she heard a girl's voice. Definitely an American, like a stereotypical Southern accept that gave her pause. She turned and looked at the blonde, who was a powerful looking woman in her own right, and she started to think about what the girl was saying, and envisioning it in her head.

Giving Allison a double-take, Alba would then turn to look at the bag again before biting her lip, looking a bit defensive before she turned to face the American girl again and asked in a small voice, "What are you doing? Are you making fun of me?" She couldn't conceive of someone actually trying to help her out. Mostly she was ignored or outright laughed at, and at worst she got drive-by insults. Actually having someone offer advice was entirely new to her at this point.

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Law was like any other wrestling league, yet at the same time it wasn’t. It had some crazy and absolutely unorthodox match types that would have other companies drop their jaws in shock at the audacity of it all. But it still abided by the same rules that those companies did as well. Put on great matches. Hire incredible faces. Get manipulative heels.

And have some jobbers to make both look good.

Which is why Allison was able to tell that the girl in front of her was of the third variety. And her heart couldn’t help but go out to her. Like many other jobbers she was probably either flashed with the dollar signs and didn’t think of anything else, or were in too much debt and lacking in options to have any other choice. Something that the cowgirl wanted to change, if the girl let her.

”Try it. And see for yourself if I’m messing with you.”

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Alba Garcia gave Allison a tiny smile, accepting that maybe... she was just trying to be nice with actual advice. She looked back at the punching bag and took a deep breath. "Okay... I'll try..." The Spaniard thought about it, closing her eyes and muttering to herself. "Feet wider... Nice, clean punch..."

Steeling herself with another hefty breath, the dancer turned wrestler widened her stance and then took her time, throwing a punch at the bag. It was a lot better, but not quite good form with the punch itself. Still, Garcia smiled and let out a small laugh, then paused and gave it another punch, and then another! The actual punches were sloppy, but at the very least she seemed like she could stay upright throwing it.

With a giddy laugh, Alba looked back at Allison, throwing her arms in the air. "It worked!" she exclaimed, wiggling in excitement!

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It took a little convincing, the girl’s confidence had clearly been shattered or near breaking by this point. But eventually she listened to the cowgirls words and took the position she suggested. Straightening her back, spreading her feet and tensing her arms before finally shooting her fist forward and against the bag with a much greater result! Instead of her fist simply bouncing off like before, the bag actually rocked.

It wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t bad either. And it told Allison that there was plenty of room for improvement as long as this girl had help. Luckily, the cowgirl was more than willing to do just that. So when she turned back to her with a hop and a giggle, Allison would smile and give a thumbs up. ”Not bad. You gotta start somewhere and if you keep that up, you’ll be tearing this bag apart in no time.”

Stepping closer to the girl, Allison would stretch her hand out to her for a friendly shake. “I’m Allison and I was wonderin if you needed a trainin partner for today? If not that’s fine but I’ve always felt that having someone to tell you what you need to improve on is always a help.”

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In her excitement, Alba Garcia reached out and began to rapidly shake Allison's hand, beaming happily until she realized what she had said. Looking a bit shocked, she kept a hold of the American girl's hand as she tilted her head to the side. "You... want to train with me?"

She hadn't had anyone ever ask her to train with them. The only person who did only did so because Alba would clearly be a ragdoll for her to throw around, which she was. But this blonde didn't seem like she was anything of the sort.

With a nervous smile, still uncomfortably holding onto Allison's hand, Alba said awkwardly, "S-sure... I'm not really good though... And I don't think it will help you get any better. But if you want to then... Okay." Most of all, she just didn't want to put out this kind Southern gal who had already been nice enough to even offer her pointers to begin with.

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Allison couldn’t stop the good natured giggle from rising up her throat as she felt Alba enthusiastically shake her hand after she introduced herself. The cowgirl could tell that the girl in front of her had been down on her luck as of late. Something that made the country blonde all the more determined to help the poor girl out. She wasn’t one to leave people out to dry.

Allison would then pull her hand away and proceed to put both on her hips as she listened to Alba say how she wasn’t very good. ”That’s probably because you haven’t had any decent training Darlin! Let me guess. The people who hired ya only gave you the basics of what to do and then proceeded to drop ya in a match like a baby sheep to the wolves.”

Allison then sighed as she turned away and began to walk through the gym, gesturing to Alba to follow her. “That’s how they get ya unfortunately. Lots a good fighters here, but everyone loves a jobber. But!” She said as she reached an empty practice ring and rolled inside before hopping to her feet and leaning against the top ropes, smiling down at the tanned girl. “If you’re willing to take a few more bumps to learn. I can show you how to stick it to those guys and turn ya into a real wrestler! So if that’s what ya want, then roll on inside.” she smiled as she stepped back into a nearby corner.

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Alba Garcia looked up at Allison like she was her hero as she spoke, seemingly understanding so much more about LAW and wrestling than she did. Nodding, the Spanish girl followed her obediently. "Yeah! I-I'd really like that! I think... I think I can do it, maybe!" said Alba, trying to convince herself more than anything.

She entered the ring as well and stood in front of Allison, smiling eagerly at the blonde. "I'm... really tired of getting beaten up. And I just... I just want to win! You know? Just... win! Tell me anything! I'll try it! Whatever you say! Just..." Alba trailed off, stepping back and then taking a deep breath, nodding a few times. "Just tell me what to do, Allison." She did seem to get a little emotional, thinking back to her humiliating, one-sided losses where she could barely even get any offense in at all. She figured if she could just listen to this sweet Allison girl, maybe she could change all of that and try to improve her life by even a little bit!

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Allison smiled as Alba barely hesitated in rolling into the ring. The cowgirl could see it in her eyes the great determination the tanned girl had. Something that only confirmed to the cowgirl that she was making the right decision here. So after nodding her head at Alba’s declaration. Allison would step out of the corner and make her way to her.

”Well then I guess we best get started Darlin.” She would say before finally beginning Alba’s training. They would first start with the basics. Rest holds, lock ups, and headlocks. Then they would move on with the more difficult maneuvers, such as Irish whips, dropkicks, and suplexes. Allison would be a kind teacher, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t rough from time to time. Especially if she felt it was something that Alba would need to remember. Time would quickly pass by and soon enough Allison would decide to end the session there and meet back with her later this week to get on a schedule of training at least two times a week.