Legal birth name: Mary Elizabeth Savarese RING NAME: Wildfire ( ⚠️ important reference. post retirement ), v | we could be immortals ( non-kayfabe.), v | just a face in the crowd ( wwe's wildfire
Verse tags: v | out in the wild ( wwe's wildfire Her employee ID badge dangling around her neck on a lanyard, visible like always. Leaving her backpack in the back office where she knew it would be safe, she took a water bottle with her and went to put her lunchbox in the staff break room refrigerator before heading out onto the floor.
By the age of eleven or even twelve, they could do it on their own – or should be able to ! – without a parent or tutor having to stand over them to make sure they got it finished. At least it was like that for the younger ones – the older ones didn't need to be monitored in a classroom. Hell, they even had a room where the kids would do their class work and have lunch before hitting the floor. At this level of gymnastics, the kids were homeschooled / tutored because they spent so much time in the gym. Entering the gym, she waved & greeted some of the other staff that was there – along with a few parents. – LIFE AS A GYMNASTICS COACH was so much more low-key, and honestly? … something she enjoyed. She added her lunchbox & two reusable water bottles, stepping out of the house in order to head to work. What needed to be worked on with each gymnast, what might need to be added to routines – nothing too important. Dishes followed, left to dry by the sink as she gathered what she'd need for work – a rolling backpack, since it carried mostly everything she'd need. The toast and eggs joined the turkey sausage on the plate, & soon breakfast was finished. SHOWERED & CHANGED for the day twenty minutes later, the sound of coffee brewing joined the sound of a toaster dinging once the wheat bread was ready, eggs sizzling in the skillet. The walk back home would be her cool down, drinking water from the reusable bottle that had also been inside the backpack. Pulling it back on, she had removed the headphones and powered them down. Palms came to rest on legging covered thighs as she leaned forward to rest, letting her heart rate come down and shifted the mini backpack to retrieve the zip-up track coat. Sweat glistened against chilled skin, covered in goosebumps as music softly played through the wireless headphones she had on. OPEN, the former wwe superstar ! IT WAS A COLD MORNING, the air passing through her lungs as she jogged along the street chilled her to the bone despite having ditched her zip-up track coat into the mini backpack she had on.
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