(I'm just seeing if i can write a wrestling style story in response to a certain friend who just started his wrestlemania don't mind me..)
Star was oblivious to the fact that Eggman had just basically threatened the whole planet into slavery or the fact Monday Night Raw had even started. Dressed in an over sized grey exercise sweats, a simple white tank top made for excising and bare fit all she cared about was doing some kind of movement trying to get her muscles warmed up for any match she might be in. She appeared to be sitting on the bench pulling her waist length brown hair back and pulling it into a tight pinned up braid. She slowly rises to her feet with a smile finally happy to find a private place to just do this in peace. She took out her mp3 player and clipped it to the elastic of her sweats and gently placed her ear phones in. A few minutes later she was swaying her hips back and forth with her arms in the air thrustining her stomach up and back in the air.