My Generation

[BlackAkuma]

Another day in the gym with Valerie Dolores-Cotes Welles. In other words, it was a day that ended in ‘Y’.

Okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration, she wasn’t in the gym every single day. She would, occasionally, take a day off for her matches, or when she had to do something important but boring life thing that couldn't be done on treadmill, but for pretty much every other day, it would be inevitable that you would, at some point, find Valerie in the gym. Either working on the heavy bags, practicing techniques in the ring, or, as she was today, hitting the weights.

”Three…four..”

And she was hitting those weights today, knocking out the bench press, one rep at a time. It was good therapy, really, a way to clear her mind. When you were on the weights, it was easier to focus on things. Her body went into overdrive and dedicated itself to the effort, which made it easier for her mind to process things that were bothering her. Surprise, surprise, she had quite a few things to process, even more than usual for a 21 year old female wrestler.

”Five…six…”

The big thing on her mind these days was her career as a professional wrestler. She’d had some decent success so far, tangling with a couple of big names and even scoring some notable wins over the likes of Kyo Akamatsu and El Rey de Ceilo, but that had yet to translate into her getting into the title picture. Unlike a lot of wrestlers in LAW, she was limited in her aims - the Hentai and LAWless titles were off the table as far as she was concerned, so she had to focus on the Middleweight and Openweight Championships, both of which had crowded fields.

”Seven…eight…”

So what was her play? What was her move? She was still a rookie, she knew she shouldn’t be rushing into things with her career, but she didn't want to be stagnant, either. She needed direction, she needed ideas, she needed…

”Nine…te…te”

…crud, she needed a spotter.

Maybe she put on too much weight, maybe she’d burned herself out without proper pacing, but whatever the reason, she could not get the bar up for the final rep, leaving her stuck on the weight bench, the metal bar precariously held above her and getting lower with each passing second.

”Uh…” She spoke through her grunts as the bar dropped lower and lower, inching towards her chest. She was working out fairly late, but there were still people around, one of them had to hear her. ”Can…anyone…anyone help? I…I need…”

[kerfine]

The LAW arena gym was surprisingly quiet for a place where this many muscleheads got together, perhaps they were cautious of getting jumped to show up at this time of day to give the powerhouse any help. With one exception currently dashing in to save the day: "I gotcha!" Adrian grunted as she grasped a hold of the slowly sinking bar, keeping it from falling down on the blonde's chest "Come on. You got this under control." She continued, relying more on Valley's own strength to finish the set than her own, she just needed to be enough to start getting it back up and onto the rack nice and safely.

"Whew! Haven't done that in a while," the latest of LAW's managers let out as she shook her arms loose from the sudden strain "You doing okay-?" She asked, still unsure of who she'd just saved.

[BlackAkuma]

Valerie could almost hear her old wrestling coach giving her crap about this. He’d always warned her about going too hard without a spotter and said it would bite her in the butt one day, but no, she had to be stubborn about this sort of thing. While it wasn’t like she was friendless in LAW, finding people you could depend on for routine workouts was a pain, far too much of a hassle.

A hassle she was now wishing she’d bothered with.

Gritting her teeth, she was just about to make another effort to push it off when a kind soul finally came around and gave her the support she was asking for. It wasn’t a huge amount, but a huge amount wasn’t what Valerie needed. Just enough to get it all the way up and onto the bar.

The moment that the weight abated, Valerie let out a long, hard sigh of relief and let her arms fall to the side. ”Oh, god, thank you.” She hissed and rubbed her arms as she sat back up, then turned to get a good look at her savior. ”Yeah, I’m okay, thanks, I just-”

Valerie paused and blinked as she saw through the haze and registered who she was talking to. She’d seen this woman’s promo just the other day, but even without it, she would’ve known who she was talking to, as any student of wrestler would.

”Adrian-san!” She stood up and gave the woman a polite bow - maybe a little fast, it nearly made her stumble with dizziness. ”Thank you so much, I appreciate it. It’s an honor to meet you, ma’am.”

[kerfine]

Accident prevented, Adrian stuck around for a bit, nominally just to make sure she hadn't pulled anything on that last set but in truth there were... other reasons for her to stay with the blonde "Not a problem, it happens but its usually a good sign to call it here on the strength work, hit the treadmill or something instead if you're still up for it." She waved off, putting a reassuring hand on Valley's shoulder that bench press wobbles were just one of those things that happened before the wrestler realised just who this Good Samaritan was.

The retired vet wasn't expecting the bow but she was more than appreciative of the level of respect this young woman was showing her, no-one had given her that much when she was still wrestling herself "Good to find someone who does watch the show to see what's going on," she nodded "You can drop the honorifics for the most part," Adrian addressed Valley casually as she slid her still slightly sore hands comfortably into her pockets "And your name is? Sorry, I'm used to people trying to work out in monogrammed gear rather than actual workout attire."

[BlackAkuma]

Valerie actually did have monogrammed clothing she could’ve worn, stuff that her mother had made her and wanted her to wear, but she frankly rarely used the stuff. She stood out enough by being a nearly six foot tall blonde woman in Japan, she didn’t need to draw even more attention by branding herself.

”Hai, no honoriffics, Ms. Kytes.” She blinked. ”Adrian.” It always felt weird addressing senior wrestlers by their first names, but she forced her way through it.

”I’m Valley Doll, Valley Doll III.” She held up three fingers on reflex, never hurt to help avoid confusion. ”But you can call me Valerie. And yes, I do watch the show, it’s good for training.” She winched, then rubbed the back of her neck. ”The standard matches, anyway, I watch those. Not so much the sex stuff, I skip over that. So I usually watch about one-third of the show. But still.”

Awkward. She coughed.

”What brings you to the gym? I thought you weren’t actively wrestling anymore, just manager stuff.”