Eat your heart out, Mr. Miyagi. (Training)
Hello sparring mat. Frances groaned, glaring at the up close view of the offensive textile before pushing off "Pretty sure you learnt that one from a wrestling show. One with lots of spandex and sequins." She climbed back to her feet and grabbed her water bottle for a quick drink, squinting at Tracy. "Fess up: have you been moonlighting as a luchadora?"