>>19041483After several hours of drills, Brooke Phillips gets up and backs off. Carmody also stands, and breathlessly looks at her old instructor.
>"So, uhh, that it for today?""Yeah. Good work. Give us another three or four weeks, and we'll have you putting that hold on like you mean business." Brooke Phillips claps Carmody on the shoulder and rolls out of the ring. Carmody laughs uneasily and follows her.
>"Yeah, except my match with Priscilla's coming up on the next show. D'you think I've got a shot at beating her with this?"Brooke Phillips laughs. "In five minutes? I might have a shot at getting her in twenty. Be interesting to find out." She looks at Carmody's face, then laughs again. "Nah, you got this. You're three months into your career, in the ring with the World Champ. Make yourself a star, get that bag."
Carmody frowns.
>"You're fucking with me.""Hey, nobody'll be happier than me if you pull this thing off. Except you, of course. And maybe Sola there." Brooke Phillips pauses. "Not the point. You're eighteen years old, and after this match, your asking price on the indies just tripled. And if your WWA contract doesn't reflect that, go talk to the office and play hardball. Or, if it's your thing, sign the modeling contract; models don't have to sawdust themselves taking endless bumps, and you're probably not gonna find a less unpleasant casting couch than hers."
Carmody frowns again, feeling a prickle of irritation. She'd forgotten her old coach's irascible demeanor.
>"You really think I should do that?"Brooke Phillips raises an eyebrow. "I don't know, Jefferson, you tell me. Did I teach you the Anaconda Vice or the tongue-hook lip-lock just now?"
Carmody rolls her eyes and laughs.
>"I already know that one. But thanks. I'll make you proud.""Sure." Brooke Phillips glances over her shoulder, at the locker room. "You got a shower in there? I'm gonna get cleaned up and take off."
