>>18469263Carmody gets off the bus and swaggers in to the WWA dojo, brimming with confidence. She knows what a coach looks like, and quickly finds a man in an official WWA tracksuit with a stopwatch and a clipboard, and gets his attention.
>"Hey, I'm Carmody Jefferson. New hire. The office sent me here to 'make sure my fundamentals are sound', whatever that means."She gestures into the ring where a couple of students are sparring.
>"So, uh, hey, could you ask them to clear out of there for a second so I can do whatever it is they need me to do? Look, you can put me in there with one of your advanced classes if you want, I know my stuff. This is really just a formality."Carmody rolls her neck and shoulders, cockily loosening up for whatever drills they're going have her go through. She's a natural athlete; she's fresh and limber, she knows how to breakfall, her striking game's on point, she's got her favorite submissions, and her cardio is SICK.
This is gonna be a breeze.
