if there’s one thing that devin certainly loved doing, it’s definitely sharing her knowledge to people who aspire to be a wrestler and make a name for themselves. that’s why besides having the bojangles (some word she spat out while she was drunk off her ass doing a promo while she’s still in the indies) as a fitness gym, she’s expanded the place and had it also as a wrestling gym. it was like a way of giving back and letting their industry continue to flourish. it was one the thing that helped her stay connected to her profession even though she was on her time off during the injury she sustained during her last match years ago.
“if you continue on hooking your arm carelessly like that, you’re gonna end someone’s career and i promise ya, yer not gonna like it, lad.” devin says as she walks around the ring. it was morning, and she was holding a wrestling class for a teenagers (and some adults) who hope to be making a name of themselves someday. “again.” she crosses her arms, standing in the corner as she watch her pair of students executing the same move again, but now doing it successfully. “now that’s great, good job.”
suddenly, she spotted a familiar person not so far away from the ring, watching her. “i’ll be back, for the mean time. go do ten rounds of roll ups each, go, go!,” she says to them and quickly hops out of the ring before walking up to the other. "i swear, if he continued having his arm around the other poor lad’s neck like that.....that’s going to shorten his career--but anyway, how can i help ya?”
