Progress Report (for CyanDimitrick)

She took the bump in the gut and oversold it, gasping as she rubbed her stomach with her tongue wagging out. She snickered and stepped back, dusting off the blow as she made her way to the exit. "I'll tell him, but he's not likely to care much - doesn't approve of my wrestling career. Or much of anything I do, really."

She threw up a peace sign over her shoulder. "And next time, maybe I won't go for the pin. Once I get this submission thing right...watch it."

With one, final smirk, she slipped out through the doors.