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"Holy shit dude... It's Jay Adarna! She's doing a photoshoot in there." the young canine wrestler whispers to his friend, hoping none of the promo crew spot them peaking through the side door. The other male rookie's eyes light up a bit at the news. "I guess that explains why they shut the entire gym down for the day. Now let me take a peak..." He pushes his way to the crack in the door, and glances inside.

Jay and her crew are currently in front of the weight rack, but she's wearing an outfit far too revealing to ever be used for an actual workout. The skintight sports bra was designed purely for looks, with practicality not even a concern, and yet this was easily the most conservative piece of her wardrobe. The star rookie was wearing a black micro thong to match her top, and her ever present purple high heels, whilst posing seductively for the multiple cameras drinking in every angle. After several sensual poses, the camera's flashes stop, and two video cameras take position. Jay reaches her hand out in the general direction of the cameras, which immediately has a Givenchy water bottle placed in it, certainly filled with some overly fancy water that was special ordered in for the prodigy. The worlds highest ranked rookie takes a long slow sip before tossing it back in the direction she got it from, casually assuming her crew will catch it.

"You're as incredible as always Jay," the first camera man fawns, as the shooting star of the Academy stretches her head side to side. "The camera's are loving you!" "As are the fans", the other videographer quickly pipes in. "I heard your fanclub just broke 20 thousand members, congratu-". "21 thousand." Jay quickly interrupts, her singsong voice holding the slight edge of offense taken. She doesn't bother turning her head as she changes conversation to her manager, standing behind the photo crew. "And did league management approve my request?" A tall, thin woman in a fitted suit swallows before responding. "Yeah... we're actually getting a little pushback on that. They said you have to be listed at your... uhm... this is their words okay, not mine?... Listed at your 'actual height'."

Jay closes her eyes and her chest rises and falls as she takes a deep breathe, hawty irritation filling her voice. "Five foot IS my actual height. Those idiots are arguing over half an inch. Remind me Ryla, do halves round up or down?" "They round up, everyone here knows you're right. In fact I'm headed straight to their office right now to get it fixed." Jay's manager has seen enough tantrums to know how to keep Jay calm and reasonably happy. "You just need to keep being perfect, so we can get this promo out and get your numbers even higher. You're already more popular than half the pro's, but you deserve to be at the very top. Just keep being amazing and I'll call you as soon as I get this righted." Knowing full well how sensitive Jay is about her 4'11 height, Ryla quickly marches to the nearest side door to try and talk AWA into keeping the star listed at a generous 5'0. "Get the hell out of here!" she hisses at two young male wrestlers who were peaking in on the shoot, scattering them down the hall, and leaving Jay alone with her camera crew as Ryla marches towards the AWA offices.

Fully aware that a single bad word from the Academy's current posterchild could end their career, the two cameramen pretend they never heard the sensitive conversation, and simply nod to Jay that they are ready to roll whenever she is. Releasing a deep breath, and taking up a pose that puts her curves center frame, she points her vibrant purple eyes directly at the #1 camera. Her voice losing all edge and taking on her normal sultry and playful tone she starts her video shoot. "Hey fans, it's Jay again! First off I just wanted to thank you all. I am absolutely humbled by all of your love, and I am soo excited that my official fanclub broke 25 thousand members! Now, I've been getting a lot of questions about how I keep in such great shape, and wanted to show you some of my very favorite workouts..."

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"Holy shit dude... It's Jay Adarna! She's doing a photoshoot in there." the young canine wrestler whispers to his friend, hoping none of the promo crew spot them peaking through the side door. The other male rookie's eyes light up a bit at the news. "I guess that explains why they shut the entire gym down for the day. Now let me take a peak..." He pushes his way to the crack in the door, and glances inside.

Jay and her crew are currently in front of the weight rack, but she's wearing an outfit far too revealing to ever be used for an actual workout. The skintight sports bra was designed purely for looks, with practicality not even a concern, and yet this was easily the most conservative piece of her wardrobe. The star rookie was wearing a black micro thong to match her top, and her ever present purple high heels, whilst posing seductively for the multiple cameras drinking in every angle. After several sensual poses, the camera's flashes stop, and two video cameras take position. Jay reaches her hand out in the general direction of the cameras, which immediately has a Givenchy water bottle placed in it, certainly filled with some overly fancy water that was special ordered in for the prodigy. The worlds highest ranked rookie takes a long slow sip before tossing it back in the direction she got it from, casually assuming her crew will catch it.

"You're as incredible as always Jay," the first camera man fawns, as the shooting star of the Academy stretches her head side to side. "The camera's are loving you!" "As are the fans", the other videographer quickly pipes in. "I heard your fanclub just broke 20 thousand members, congratu-". "21 thousand." Jay quickly interrupts, her singsong voice holding the slight edge of offense taken. She doesn't bother turning her head as she changes conversation to her manager, standing behind the photo crew. "And did league management approve my request?" A tall, thin woman in a fitted suit swallows before responding. "Yeah... we're actually getting a little pushback on that. They said you have to be listed at your... uhm... this is their words okay, not mine?... Listed at your 'actual height'."

Jay closes her eyes and her chest rises and falls as she takes a deep breathe, hawty irritation filling her voice. "Five foot IS my actual height. Those idiots are arguing over half an inch. Remind me Ryla, do halves round up or down?" "They round up, everyone here knows you're right. In fact I'm headed straight to their office right now to get it fixed." Jay's manager has seen enough tantrums to know how to keep Jay calm and reasonably happy. "You just need to keep being perfect, so we can get this promo out and get your numbers even higher. You're already more popular than half the pro's, but you deserve to be at the very top. Just keep being amazing and I'll call you as soon as I get this righted." Knowing full well how sensitive Jay is about her 4'11 height, Ryla quickly marches to the nearest side door to try and talk AWA into keeping the star listed at a generous 5'0. "Get the hell out of here!" she hisses at two young male wrestlers who were peaking in on the shoot, scattering them down the hall, and leaving Jay alone with her camera crew as Ryla marches towards the AWA offices.

Fully aware that a single bad word from the Academy's current posterchild could end their career, the two cameramen pretend they never heard the sensitive conversation, and simply nod to Jay that they are ready to roll whenever she is. Releasing a deep breath, and taking up a pose that puts her curves center frame, she points her vibrant purple eyes directly at the #1 camera. Her voice losing all edge and taking on her normal sultry and playful tone she starts her video shoot. "Hey fans, it's Jay again! First off I just wanted to thank you all. I am absolutely humbled by all of your love, and I am soo excited that my official fanclub broke 25 thousand members! Now, I've been getting a lot of questions about how I keep in such great shape, and wanted to show you some of my very favorite workouts..."