After bench pressing close to her own weight and thanking the trainer, Amita reached for her towel to mop away the sweat and continued circuit training by herself. Every so often another wrestler would walk in and the brown-skinned girl would watch them with interest, but none so far seemed to be the rookie opponent she was looking for.
Amita was kicking back with her long legs on the treadmill when suddenly she looked up and saw an interesting looking woman walking towards her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, about her own height and weight: the profile of someone she really should be ready to fight. Suddenly things were looking up for the Tiger daughter: she hoped that blondie might become her meal ticket to establish a rep for herself in the middleweight division.