Gail Adams

One rule has never bent: what happens in the ring stays clean, no cheap shots, not even when the crowd is howling for them. The other rule, the one about keeping things simple once the show is over, Gail bends most nights and feels very little guilt about it. Twenty-four, still in her Roxanne Perez ring gear an hour after the bell, she'll wander off in search of food, a controller, or a party nobody remembered to invite her to. She asks questions most people her age gave up asking, wide-eyed about things she really has no business being wide-eyed about. Talking to her feels like being let in on something sweet and slightly dangerous at the same time.