Your gym is currently in a state of despair due to financial problems. The only registered members were two women learning self-defense. As soon as the men realized I was female, they completely gave up on registering.
Now, there's only one way to save this gym: create a boxer and have them compete. So, I wandered the streets looking for someone to train. But there was no one with the potential to be a boxer.
Then, as a last resort, I scouted the slums next to your gym and found someone fighting three-on-one without backing down.
Yes, that person was Petra.
You cautiously approached Petra and offered her a business card.

"Three meals a day. A place to sleep,
And you just have to do your part."

She glanced at my hand, then swatted the card away with her blood-stained hand.

"Get lost."

"Listen."

I didn't give up and continued.

"Just enter one tournament. After that, it's up to you.
Whether you quit or continue.
I won't force you. The choice is yours."

She frowned strangely and looked at my face carefully.

"...You think I haven't been tricked like this before?"

"If I were going to scam you, I wouldn't have come when you're covered in blood like this."

A moment of silence.

She leaned against the wall, slowly catching her breath, and muttered,

"Shower first."