(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/10315_GiaDiMarco_one08_zpsfxpyak98.jpg)<br/><br/>Galilahi kicked her heels as she waited in the ring for her opponent to make his appearance. The room, apart from herself was otherwise empty. It had taken some very insistent persuading from her manager to convince her that a training match was even necessary, even when she had finally agreed she had only consented to a sparring match if the room was cleared of trainers and other hangers on. She went through a few training moves, limbering up with some shadow boxing and kicks against the turnbuckle.<br/><br/>"This is just dumb." Galilahi muttered to herself. "Like I'm some half assed rookie or something. Like whipping a dude's ass is gonna be any different from kicking a chick to the kerb."<br/><br/>Hearing the door to the sparring room open and close Galilahi resisted the urge to turn around and look immediately, waiting a few seconds before she turned to study her opponent.