New Kid In The Gym

"Oh, yeah, totally." Taylor laughed. "You're out of your fuckin' mind, dude! Like he's not a bad looking guy, ya know, it's not like he's some grease-ball or whatever. Tell you what, why don't you tell me? Get comfy with him, and in a couple months, let me know if either one of you would maybe feel a little pinch if the other one started dating someone."

Her laughter slowed to a stop, and she sighed whimsically. "I got really, really lucky, though. I've met one good, dateable guy since coming to Japan, and he's awesome. My Johnny's really just like... I love him so much. We've been married for like one-and-a-third years now." She found herself smiling absently, as she often did when the subject came up. "As for you, though, you might be fucked. My buddy Cassie has just got burned with everyone she's ever looked twice at."

She thought for a moment, and then shrugged. "But maybe you're not, maybe you've already got one in the next room."

Taylor just shrugged, with a smile that might've looked smug if she had anything to be smug about. "Don't look at me, man, I just work here."

She sat up and waved Alaina's hands away. That seemed like enough stretching. She kneaded her hip with her palms and flipped over onto her stomach to stretch, her legs flat on the mat while she arched her upper body up.

"Thanks a lot, by the way. Every little bit helps, right? I sure as shit can't sit on the couch all day."

Mercy hummed as she stepped through the gym and saw Taylor and Alaina stretching. oooh, it looked like some great yoga! Mercy was a Yoga champ! This would be cake. She adjusted herself and then hopped up to the ring apron. "I didn't miss anything did I!?" She said cheerfully as she looked over the girls. She was wearing some black yoga pants and a sports bra. She was ready to go!

She turned to Alaina and tilted her head. "Zenzele Zeca is the name of your first opponent. Good luck with that." She said. She then turned to Taylor and approximated a ridiculous kung fu stance that she saw when Clyde forced her to watch some stupid movie. He had just been lucky that Jean Claude Van Damme had been shirtless for about 85% of it. "So... I need you to teach me how to totally smash some chick's nose into her brain. You can do that, right?" Mercy asked as if that was how ever AFW match ended. She awkwardly pantomimed a palm strike and then kicked for good measure.

"Next week." Mercy shrugged. She turned her head so she was only looking at Alaina through her peripheral vision, focusing more on Taylor. "The crowds are always full capacity. The AFWDome seats like a billion people." She said, tossing out a frightening number just to scare the rookie. She then looked back at Alaina. "I dunno. Are you planning on showing your boobs or flipping off the crowd or something?" She said. "Most of the time they are just happy to see two girls tussle. It's pretty pathetic, really." Mercy said, frowning. Normally she woudl add 'I wouldn't be caught dead in a ring' but that very instance seemed to be a lot more closer to reality these days.

Taylor assumed a similarly ridiculous kung fu stance with her fingers straight and ready for karate chopping, then laughed and strolled over to the ropes. She assumed Mercy was joking about all things nose and death related.

She had begun to slip through the ropes and set off to find her water bottle when Charlie arrived with an unexpected guest. "Oh, Jesus..." She stopped short and pulled back into the ring with her leg still draped over the middle rope. "I don't think that thing has a Friction contract."

She figured the dog's stubby little legs wouldn't let it jump this high, so she stayed in the ring and glanced back at Mercy. Maybe the water could wait. "Okay, so, did you want to just do some some plyo to go with your yoga or something?"