Meeting the mentals! (For CyanDimitrik)

In the wake of the new year were two people in the tension gym, they were members of the group known as team mental. They had gotten mixed opinions to say the least, some thought they were annoying people from the UK while others thought they were lovable rouges living lives of mirth and merriment.

The male in the gym was a young man of about 18 years old, with a pale complexion and bright sunny blonde hair on his head. In a hand was a small dumbbell while the other had a book encased in thick red leather. Dressed in the trousers he normally wore during his matches with a black suit folded up on a bench near him. His name was Ryan Knight AKA Mr Mental. The apparent leader of this band of rouges.

The other person was a young woman of about 20 or so, with long brown hair and an all round healthy body. She was currently running on a treadmill at a slow and steady pace, dressed all the while in a frilly outfit that was akin to a sort of maid. Her name was Erica Iona AKA The minder's maid, she was the maid and paramour/plaything of John Grange.

"I'm getting bored of this Ryan!" Erica said while looking at the young man.

Ryan briefly glanced at Erica to meet her gaze, before returning to lifting a weight with one hand and reading the contents of the book "Come now Erica, a maid like you shouldn't be one to shrink away from labour. Besides you need to work out to be good in this place." he said back.

Erica merely made a pouty face before resuming her running, Ryan smirked as he continued this and switching the hands. He may look a bit busy but anyone was more than welcome to work out alongside them, Mr Knight liked to meet new people so he wouldn't have to put up with his over the top adoptive Father and all that.....

"New gig, new training area...," murmurs a relatively new face to the Tension roster, clean-cut with raven black hair. He also looks to be somewhat young, no older than twenty, and carries himself with an easy smile. He wears a pair of black cotton sweats with a royal blue tanktop, hanging loosely from his slender frame. Only after entering does he pause to take in the scenery before him. Rather typical a gym, he supposes. Then he spots, "People!" And without hesitation or compunction, the teen makes his way first towards Ryan with a cheerful wave. "Yo!"

En route, he picks up a twenty-five pound weight in his left hand, starting curls. He's industrious like that.

"Ah hello there." Ryan said as he moved his gaze off the book to the new person in the gym, he then resumed his weight lifting. The book still held in his hand, the thumb being used to flick to the next page.

"Hey." said Erica as she continued her running, although she used a slower pace than before. Trying to fool Ryan into thinking she's still working out hard.

However the folly would fail, as Mr Knight would move his gaze once again to the maid and say "Erica....I don't hear that treadmill humming enough, you know what the Doctor said right?

"But Mr G should be alright with it!" the maid snapped in response.

"Well if he's making you do this then it's cause he cares." Ryan replied with a hint of minor irritation in his voice.

He then looked back to the new guy in the gym and figured he could make dialogue with him, besides he figured he should just let Erica get to her work. "So...Been in the tension roster long? I've been here for a few months or so." he asked, he figured this was a good ice breaker.

The newcomer starts to reply, only for the nearby girl to sound off. She starts to get a greeting wave of her own, though it gets cut off awkwardly as she and Ryan seem to be having a disagreement. Amethyst eyes flit between the two of them, uncertain, and unwilling to make his first impression a butt-insky. Were it not for the near-mindless raise and lower of that weight in his hand, he'd be quite still.

When the conversation is redirected to him, the teen perks right back up. "Not long at all. I mean, long enough to have three matches so far. Two good, one really... really bad." His eyes shift aside. "I think sorcery might'a been involved in that one," he remarks, probably joking. Probably.

The gaze zips back to Ryan, and that peppy smile returns to his face. "Name's Drake. Drake Vyril. Called Domino in the ring, though. Not been here long enough to really make a splash yet, but I plan on changin' that."

Leaning back to better direct his next question to the both of them, he asks, "What about you guys?" His head bobs towards the female, "Erica, is it?"

Ryan was pleased that the man named Drake was willing to partake in conversation, staying with his family which consisted of Erica, John Grange and his adopted daughter Lucy was draining after all.

"The name's Knight, Ryan Knight from Scotland. Had a few matches and all that, lost a couple won a couple. he said to introduce himself.

"And my name's Erica, I'm the maid to Ryan's Father. His Father made me come here." Erica said as she resumed her workout.

"All of our family are wrestlers, came to the AFW for fun and all that.

"Sorcery? That reminds me when we were in China and my Father got cursed by a witch doctor, he screamed all the way home. But turns out it wasn't a witch doctor, just one of them doctors that stick needles in your back. I can understand why he was scared though." Ryan said with a laugh at the end.

"So your saying you lost cause of sorcery? What did the opponent pull out a magic wand and belch out rainbows?" After Erica said that Ryan rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Don't worry you can tell us, my old man is a fountain of crazy so I've seen it all." Mr Knight muttered to Domino with a nod of the head.

"Well, the idea's to have more W's than L's, y'know?," Drake offers with a supportive smile. "And sometimes, all it takes is one really big win to launch ya."

But there's that question of sorcery. He just had to make the joke, didn't he? Erica's question earns a humored smirk, but it's short-lived. Drake's dark gaze shifts aside, and he sets his right hand to his left shoulder, crossing his chest. "Yeah, uh... hard to explain without making myself sound like a total chump, but what the Hell. It's on record now, so it's better I try to explain than let you see for yourself."

"It was this girl - Noel - apparently from the kawaii league or something. Small, petite, like..." He uncrosses his arm and hovers his palm out flat, considerably shorter than his head. "..yay-high? Sexist. Really stupid. I mean, brick-retarded, and seemed like she was hopped up on Valium or something. But she was.. ugh." He pauses to pinch to the bridge of his nose, eyes shutting as he relives the moment. "She was stronger than anyone I've ever seen." The hand drops again, and Drake's eyes open to glance between others present. "I'm talkin' ant-proportions, you follow? I've wrestled'n fought before I came here, so I know what's rational and what isn't in the ring. I've faced way bigger men, and she was stronger than that by a longshot. Not more skilled, I'm just talking physical strength."

"People aren't that strong. Definitely not people her size. So yeah - sorcery. That's my explanation. Sorcery or really strong drugs. But either way, I've got a Hell of a humiliating loss to make up for because of it."

Ryan nodded and then said "Think I know that name....Think I fought Noel's Sister or relative, I whooped her though."

Just then Mr Knight shut his book and said "A piece of advice my friend, you face that Noel chick again then spam submission moves. Don't care how you do that, just focus on submissions. She could be Bane's daughter but even she would feel the pain of having an arm yanked around."

He then went on with "To be honest I've seen so much weirdness before coming here I'm just not fazed by it any longer. My old man is the cause of that, one time he tripped and fell into a septic tank which fell over as well. Or that one time when he bought a can of mace and it blew up on him, he screamed for a whole month every time he opened his eyes." he then resumed looking at the contents of his book, turning the page with the thumb that held the book.

"Well Mr G can have a lot of bad things happening to him that's true.....But one day we're gonna get married and it'll be so awesome! Erica said with passion in her eyes. This in turn made Mr Knight do the 'Roll of the eyes' response.

He then said "So anyway I ain't got much going on right now. We were thinking of hijacking the AFW ring and having an open challenge. Drive in a large jeep and all that, figure we should embrace the wackiness. Mr Knight then set the weight down to adjust how much was on it.

Frowning, Drake says, "See? That right there? Just means I've got a humiliating loss to work past."

With an annoyed snort, he turns his head aside. "Yeah, I think I went for one or two, and she just sort'a powered out of it. Nothing I did seemed to really phase her. Except at one point where her clothes got ripped. But that didn't hurt her, just made her extra stupid. Anyway, I still think something was up there."

Mention of hijacking the ring gets a nonplussed look from the teen, however. His head cocks to the side, a few wispy bangs drifting over his right eye. "Wait, who? You and her?," he asks, jutting his free hand back towards Erica to indicate with a thumb. "Versus the world? Or...?" He's fairly sure he's missing something.

"Just spam submissions, it's like when I play smash bros with my Sister. I just spam that one attack with that Falcon guy and watch her rage, it's good when I need a laugh." Ryan said.

In response to Domino Erica responded with "There's four of us, me, Ryan. John, and Lucy."

"John's my dad and Lucy's my Sister, we all wrestle. Lucy's in the kawaii league, but she does fight in tension from time to time. Ryan said as he carried his one handed weight lifting.

"Remind we again why we were considering invading the tension ring again Ryan? I forget...." said Erica in an absentminded tone.

Ryan made a face that looked like he would pinch his nose with, but he had a weight in one hand and a book in the other so he couldn't.

"We were gonna plan an open challenge cause we feel like we haven't gotten much action. Since we ain't getting trouble, we're gonna go stir up some of our own."

He'd then set the weight down and the book by his normal clothes which were neatly folded nearby, Mr Knight rubbed his hands and then began a series of rapid chops on a nearby punch bag. "Working on hitting key parts of the human body, so I can take down any foe. The book I was reading was on human anatomy." he explained to Domino as he began his other workout.

"Guess it's one of those situations you'd need to be in yourself to get it," Domino mutters. Of course other people wouldn't understand. It was god damn sorcery. People tend to not believe that junk! The young model exhales a puffy, bitter sigh.

But a definitive change in topic sounds like a keen idea. "What kind'a stipulations were you thinking? Four on four? Expect someone to walk up to the ring and choose one of ya?," he furthers. "Or is this a case of 'storm the ring, make an announcement, mike-drop like a boss, and leave'? Let someone else get all indignant and make the rules?"