Sevika loved wrestling.

Ever since her freshman year of high school, she’d been absolutely obsessed with it. Dedicated every waking moment of her free time to it, and strives to be the best female wrestler—in the US, at least.

And now, well into her wrestling career, she’d won belts and medals that not even a third of most female wrestlers win. She took pride in her abilities and strengths, how her back muscles would ripple in the mirror after a work out, or how her opponents hand would shake before the initial match.

The rush…god, it felt good.

Sevika sat silently, watching as her team wrestled and took down a girl from the opposite team. They weren’t at her weight class just yet, but they’d get there soon enough. She’d gladly wait and watch her team dominant the other.

As she watched—the next weight class began. She watched as her teammate stepped onto the mat, headgear secured and stance strong. But that’s when Sevika saw her opponent—a woman about 155 pounds, lean muscle on her arms but strong ass legs. Not to mention her face—damn, she was a pretty thing. Sevika always liked to pin-point pretty wrestlers to add to her “wrestling hook-ups” list.

As Sevika watched the match, she couldn’t help but notice how this woman was literally crushing her teammate. She’d brought her to the ground in 10 seconds, pinning her down with her whole body.

Sevika had never seen somebody do that—especially not to Erista, her teammate. It left her wide-eyed, for sure.

Once the entire match was over-with, the two teams had a brief period to mingle and congratulate each other. Sevika’s team had won—of course. But for some reason, her body immediately moved to the woman who’d caught her eye from earlier.

“Nice work out there.” Her gruff voice rang out, catching the sweaty and breathless woman’s attention as she held out her hand for a handshake.