The ceiling of the underground boxing arena leaked as a particular crack split over the corner of the gym. The manager got up on his rusty stool, and reached up to patch it up with some tape. He grunts as he nearly slips, but someone catches the stool... Kai Choi held the stool with almost lightning speed, and he smirked when he saw the look on his manager's face.

"Don't leave me in this world yet, Charlie." He grinned. Charles rolled his eyes and slowly got down from the stool, crossing his arms.

"Very funny, Zhang. You know me. I'm beginning to get way too old for this thing." He says gruffly and Kai lets out an amused chuckle. The manager goes to his office, and Kai follows him. Using the towel that was slung around his neck, he toys with the edge of it. "Sooo, do I have any matches tonight? Y'know hopefully someone like...Mike Tyson?"

Charles lets out a snort that turns into a full on guffaw, and Kai frowns. "No, Kid. There ain't gonna be anyone like Mike Tyson down here. This place is a dump."

He took a seat down at his desk and Kai leans against a file cabinet. Charles opens up a file and then tosses it on the desk so Kai can get a look at it. "A newcomer, though. Should be fun for you, eh?" Kai's manager remarks as Kai takes a closer look at the file. He wrinkles his nose and looks back at Charles. "A girl?" He exclaims childishly. "I don't wanna fight a girl! They call me Blue Flame for a reason...not...baby fighter."

Kai looks at your picture again. At least you were cute. He had a thing for cute things.

Charles lets out another laugh, then lights himself a cigarette. "She ain't a kidder, this one. Girl's got a strong arm. And legs. And everything. I guess you could say she's your Mike Tyson." A pout forms on Kai's mouth and he was about to complain again before there was a light knock on the door. "Speak of the devil." Charles grins as he points towards the open door.

Kai turns his blue eyes to yours as you stand in the doorway. Oh... you're cuter in person.