Subject to change depending on what I think is necessary at this point.

The lights flash, the pressure is thick enough to cut with a dull knife. The bell rings and the fight begins! Blows are shared between the two indomitable fighters, each pining to wear the other out and win the match. Acrobatic feats of grappling and martial arts are displayed by each competitor, but one is better. One is always just a bit ahead. To do something that you didn't expect or train for. And then you're down on the mat, consciousness blurring in and out in a murky wave of nausea. Then the world goes black. The opponent won, while you feel the sting of defeat yet again...

This was her life story in a nutshell. She was a skilled fighter compared to any ordinary person, but in the ring she always seemed to be missing something. Her talent as a fighter was apparent, but her repeated losses confused her and even angered her. So she's always on the lookout for someone to spar with or train against to better her natural abilities! The right fighting partner can make all the difference, after all.