While Gabi was focused on the hard work of pushing herself towards earning a spot on the main LAW roster, another Young Lioness was wishing she'd bailed to go literally anywhere else. Tanner Del Rio was currently flopped on a nearby mat, panting after having just completed a rather arduous workout using an agility ladder.
How that shitty net of plastic squares was supposed to help her knock a chick into next week was anyone's guess. But
nooooo, the dumbasses who ran the Young Lioness Program decided to toss the damn thing in front of her and tell her to have at it. "You need to improve your quickness," they said. "Your defense leaves much to be desired." Bullshit, she thought. Defense was for pansies who couldn't put the other girl down fast enough.
"Rrragh..." With an annoyed growl, Tanner sat up, rubbing at a knot in her back as she made to dry herself off. Damn assholes took somethin' that was supposed to be
fun and made it into
work. "Tch... dammit." Her towel was quickly dismissed, tossed aimlessly ahead of her. In its place was a water bottle, large and green, decorated by a couple of wristbands she'd nicked from inattentive concert-goers. She tipped it up, greedily gulping the cold water inside as she eyed the rest of the room -- and her fellow Young Lionesses within.
She couldn't even take a moment to fuck around with one of 'em. See, over the last few months, Tanner had rightfully earned a reputation as a bit of a bitch among her fellow Young Lionesses. But most of her antics had been limited to the dorms and classrooms. Those same trainers who threw a plastic ladder in front of her and told her to jump through it... also happened to be a buncha' killjoys who
really needed to get the sticks out of their collective asses.
But then her bottle ran dry, and all of a sudden, Tanner Del Rio couldn't be assed to care about said sticks. She looked around, looking for a quick source of hydration. Her eyes locked on a half-full bottle by the bench presses, which likely belonged to the small woman currently going to town with a barbell: Gabi Pelletier. While they hadn't gotten into it very often, Tanner figured that her smaller stature made her an easy target.
So began the hunt. Tanner got up, sauntering over to Gabi's bench until she was looming over her head. The position was somewhat intimidating, but it was quickly defused by an uncharacteristically friendly greeting from the Wild Child.
"Yo." She hovered her hands underneath the bar as Gabi pressed it up and down, ready to catch it should the shorter girl gas out. Those palms were wide, open, and notably empty, and she summoned as nice of a grin as she could muster. Sure, she was a bit of a bitch to the other girls, but maybe Gabi would feel safe given all the eyes around her.
"Need a spotter? Could maybe help ya hit a higher weight."