The wind rustled through the trees as Vasira panted jogging along the pathway of the track as she pushed her body forward before letting out a victorious tired chuckle passing by the mile post showing she completed it. Slowing as she took a deep breath, taking her water bottle by the nearby bench and softly sipping from it as she set down as she straightened her hoodie over her shoulders with leg crossed across her lap as she pulled out her phone looking over the stats and predictions by many of the fans for the upcoming fight. A soft smile breaking out seeing many of them putting her name as the predicted top winner.

Her red eyes looked over the date of the next fight as her phone showed the tickets were sold out.. It was just this coming Monday. She tucked her phone away into her jacket as she started her leg stretches across the bench as she muttered to her self.

"Still got to get prepped."